Why had he woken up completely alone today and had not completely connected himself with the warm animalish tart liquorice pouring out breast, while his warm soft fingers gently brushed over the sweaty shaggy dark blond hair? Small fragments that he could still grasp through the milky tarnished glass of his mind and everything that was probably left of the last few hours. A colorful shimmering balloon, which with every fluttering heartbeat of the young wolf, swelled further and further, until it finally lost its grip and took off weightlessly in the standstill of time.
Completely shielded from space and time. Tingling with wet breath ejetters to each other, while the flat
plum of the initial three-day beard made the inner little wolf purr. Liam probably hoped very much that Theo would never notice this, when he snuggled his glowing cheeks, probably a little too often against his face, but the glow, the so mysterious forest green eyes, spoke something completely different.
Chapters: 10/?
Fandom: Holby City (TV 1999)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe
Characters: Serena Campbell, Bernie Wolfe, Holby City Ensemble, Original Characters
Additional Tags: BDSM, Dom/sub, Explicit Consent, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Safewords, Angst, Smut, Masturbation, Self-Doubt, Self-Discovery, Light Bondage, honourifics, Praise Kink, Spanking, Aftercare, Romantic Tension, Something to lovers, Sexual Tension
Summary:
Serena has always depended on being in control, but finds herself drawn toward something she doesn’t fully understand. A single decision leads her into an unfamiliar world where someone else is always in charge.
Soooo On account of Ao3 being fucking HATE CRIMED... Have the first 1600 words of Chapter 10 of Times Touch. @vulturevibes made me melt into goo with their tags so Yeah! I’m working on it now. Also please- I’m always down to scream about this story and my asks are open...
Just Saying.
Also this is raw and unedited. Even I haven't looked back on it since I put it all down soooo yeah
Hiccup grumbled as he maneuvered the forest. Of course he was looking for Jack because for once all the other Riders were so committed to doing the tasks they were already assigned in preparation for the storm season as well as the visitors they expected today. Hiccup could already feel the promise of an ache in his stump or maybe that was just from hiking for who knew how long in search of their lost traveling mischief maker. Though admittedly, Jack hadn’t been up to too much mischief lately. He had also been rather quiet…
Hiccup would still see him early in the morning perched in a tree whispering to nothing or hovering around the training area as Hiccup practiced. During the day, there weren't any more “escape” attempts. He was silent and brooding during the evening meals he did show up for. It had only been a few days but the island seemed greyer, duller, without Jack’s cheerful light.
It was obvious the others noticed it too. He had seen Astrid fussing over him and Fishlegs pulling him to his garden as the sun began to set. The twins had probably tried goading him into some other unseemly prank. Even Snotlout had laid off the attempts to convince Jack to spar.
Now, Jack had just disappeared entirely. He had slipped from his hut during the morning meal and never returned even with it being around midday. Part of Hiccup wondered if Jack even wanted to be found. Probably not. When Hiccup would slip away when he was younger he certainly didn’t.
But that man that they had met, the one that started all of this, weighed on Hiccup’s mind. The story Jack had told had clarified so much but left just as many questions. But that also didn’t meet the requirements Grímnir had set. Astrid knew that story didn’t she?
That choice he had mentioned when he saved his sister… Had Jack died? When he talked about it before, he only mentioned it as an accident but that couldn’t be all. That had to be when he became a spirit. Someone infused with magic that apparently talked to Gods regularly.
Hiccup had to pause at that. Jack was a spirit who hated lying and acknowledged someone he was terrified of as the All Father. The All Father, Flame Eyed, Beloved of Frigg. That was… a lot to wrap his head around. If that man was the Great Chieftain then did that mean that the woman in the market was actually-
Oh, that was not something he was ready for…
Lofn… The Comforter… The goddess that brought his parents together. Some said she was Frigg under another name but he never paid attention to any of those debates. He only saw the shrine his father kept for her. If Odin was Odin then she…
He leaned against a nearby tree as he reanalyzed their conversation. She had known Camicazi. She said that she was a Valkyrja but could that be trusted? If she was a goddess she would know how precious her memory was so she might say anything to get him to listen to her. She had also spoken of the Norns’ intention for him and called him “the Heart” Odin had mentioned him finding his heart too, right? Who was “the Blood” that she mentioned?
This was too much! He was already in the middle of some stupid war with Viggo and the hunters- but adding a crisis of faith to that. No, that wasn’t the right word. To be slammed with the fact that the gods were apparently real…
“You’ll soon meet someone special. Someone the likes of which you have never seen-” Those were her words. That was true enough. Jack was beyond comparison to anyone he’d met or would probably ever meet again. But the truth that “brought him into Hiccup’s arms”, if one could even say that, was still a mystery. Jack told Odin that whatever brought him here had messed with his memory. So yet another mystery. What else was it she’d said?
“The history you share but has not yet come to pass will be all you need. Trust Blood’s word and keep your memory sharp.”
He let out a heavy sigh. There wasn’t enough energy or time in the world to unpack that. Who was the Blood? He was about ready to pull his hair out when the most obvious answer hit him. Worse, It had literally landed at his feet not long ago.
The pendant that Jack said was a gift was his father had runes engraved on the back. The runes read Hofferson.
Lofn said that the blood had already been warned. Astrid was the first to see Jack. She also understood him in more ways than just language. Not to mention that they looked very similar other than their coloring. It would be easy to mistake them for family. They probably were family. Who knew with spirit logic.
“Come on-”
Hiccup jumped at the sudden cry.
He turned, peaking through the foliage and froze when he saw a small clearing surrounded with white bell-like flowers he’d only seen on the northernmost islands before. Two of the evergreen trees were connected with a hammock with one of the tree’s branches bowing with an unseen weight.
Jack stood at the center of the clearing with his arms extended to the branches. “You can’t still be angry at me.” He cooed. “I kept my promise”
The needles shivered as whatever was in the trees shifted. Jack’s low chuckle sent Hiccup’s stomach swooping. Gods, he was falling in love with Jack wasn’t he?
He quickly slammed the thought behind a wall. He wasn’t going to be a puppet in the Gods’ game. One was more than enough.
“Come on,” Jack whined, “The Ruvaak-Qo Rider still doesn’t know about you and I’m getting better at Dragonese. Let me see you.”
The dragon grunted and seemed to climb higher from the way the branches shifted. He saw Jack’s entire demeanor wilt.
“Pretty Girl,” he called softly as he stepped closer to the tree. “I didn’t know he was coming here. I didn’t know he actually paid attention to the people in his lands. If I knew I would have warned you but my powers aren’t what they used to be! I can’t just sense magic like that anymore!”
So, Jack could speak to dragons? Odin was talking about Jack. That meant he knew that Jack was there but the way they reacted to each other was strange… When Jack wasn’t in Odin’s sight he seemed content to have him there, but when he saw him he was hostile. Jack cowered from him as if Odin might strike any moment. It was just said that his magic wasn’t as strong as it was but surely without something big- First thing he mentioned was not being here by choice… Had he come to the archipelago before and gotten attacked?
The dragon snorted at him, the angry sound with a snapping branch sent Jack staggering to the side. Hiccup pressed himself against the tree’s rough bark and kept to the shadows. He wasn’t stalking or being a creep. He was just observing! He just needed to gather more information about Jack so he could maybe get closer. He wasn’t being a creep!
When Jack groaned and paced away, shedding his vest and lifting his tunic to wipe at his face. Hiccup was transfixed. His skin was so pale and almost completely unmarked. His torso seemed to span as a valley of alabaster. Hiccup wanted to get closer and trace his hands up his sides and over his chest- down his stomach. There seemed to be a thin black scar peeking from under the hem of his tunic curling over his ribs to his back. He wanted to trace it, ask how he got it. He wanted to know more about him. He wanted Jack to trust him…
Gods, he was being a creep!
He almost stepped out of the shadows when Jack huffed. He crossed to the hammock and leaned his back into the canvas. Hiccup could admit to being curious what kind of dragon Jack bonded with...
“Meoreia, I promise, I am trying to get it all right.” The whisper was so tired. He wished he didn’t understand.
The dragon purred a reassuring tone and for a moment a sleek white tail slid from the tree. It nudged at Jack’s face with a soft series of chirps.
“I know… I’m trying not to but look at me!” Jack threw a hand in the air and pet the tail. “I’m useless right now. I can’t summon my own ice or magic, the winds won’t listen to me, and I’m constantly pretending to be something I’m not. I’m lying to them.”
He sighed and looked up into the tree. His face twisted. “What’s with that look?”
The dragon huffed and pulled its tail back up into the tree. It tittered at him.
Whatever was said made Jack laugh and settle to sit on the hammock. “Now don’t be like that,” He snickered. “Come on, I’m not trying to get pity. I’m just… frustrated.”
The dragon chirped something that had Jack looking up sharply. “Oh!”
He stood and marched to the base of the tree. “That’s something coming from you!”
There was a loud yawn that had Jack's scowling until a playful smirk curved his mouth.
“Listen,” he said, only to speak another language entirely. “Hi wahlaan daar miraab, ful ni kos golah. Zu’u koraav Meoreia meyz gro fod koraav aan Ruvaak-Qo.”
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X - Samantha
Samantha could hear her heart thumping, orchestrating with the crickets around the forest. A gust of chilly midnight air seeped through her clothes, which happened to be very thin.
Taking each step very lightly as to not create a sound, Samantha obediently followed behind her boyfriend. Her hands shaking as she gripped on her gun, wishing she won't have to fire it.
"We're almost headed to safety. You hanging in there?" Alex turned to her, she couldn't make out his whole face but she felt safe as she saw half of his face illuminated by the moonlight. She called the view breathtaking, despite the dangers surrounding their situation, he kept her sane.
"Lead the way." She replied as she took a deep breath. Alex wrapped one arm around her while they hug the thick forest trees for cover making their way southbound.
Green dots started to dance in front of them, prompting Alex to slowly push her down to crouch as a group of soldiers passed by them. Samantha tried hard not to let any sound come out of her mouth, covering it with her palm.
Three suppressed shots was all it took before she heard a soft thud on the ground. She was convinced that Alex took care of them, not wanting to look at the mess he made.
"Let's press on before they find the bodies." Samantha nodded. She couldn't say a word as her thumping heart felt like pushing hot acid out of her esophagus.
"They're over there!" One enemy yelled from behind them, forcing them to run as fast as they could. Samantha followed behind him as they traversed across the thick jungles of wherever they are.
"A cliff." Samantha said as they reached the end of their path. Below was a raging river about a few meters below the edge of the cliff.
"Can you jump?" Alex asked her as he points his gun against the dark jungle. The leaves rustled from every direction.
"Give us the girl." One soldier emerged in front of them as two others surround him. A few more followed from their sides, forcing the couple to slowly step backward until they reached the end of the cliff.
"They won't shoot you. Don't worry." He whispered, leaning to her.
"What about you?" She whimpered, gripping his arms tight.
"I'll be fine. As long as you're safe, everything will be okay."
"But-"
"DROP YOUR WEAPON AND GIVE US THE GIRL!" He angrily roared, causing some sleeping birds to fly away from their nests.
A single gunshot was fired toward them.
Samantha was afraid of guns but this time she didn't expect for it to be fired so she didn't have the time to close her eyes. What she saw was a taller figure that shoved Alex to the side which caused them to fall to the river. She saw Alex hit his head on the edge of a cliff rock before they both got plunged on the raging river.
The fast cold current pushed her away as she tried to locate Alex's whereabouts. It was hopeless, but she still tried to propel herself to the other side of the river. Unfortunately, she ran out of energy and the rapids overpowered her causing her to float freely to wherever the river brings her. Alex nowhere to be found.
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Samantha choked freshwater as she slowly regained her consciousness, Alex being the first person she thought of. Quickly getting up on her feet, she found out that they were washed out on a part of the river shallow enough to not push them any further, still in the middle of nowhere.
"A-" She attempted to call out his name, but then she remembered that they're still being pursued. A quick scan of the area alerted her of a body, not too far from her. She rushed to his aid and dragged his heavy body to safety. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't been able to do so but the sudden rush of adrenaline allowed her to do it, slowly shivering as the cold breeze of dusk blew through her already cold clothes which were hugging her skin.
"Come on. Wake up!" her teeth clattered as she began to feel cold, softly slapping his cheek in an attempt to wake him up.
No dice. With the last of her energy, she pinched his nose, inhaled deeply and breathed life on Alex's mouth. She knew he's a tough one and she never gave up on him. Another deep breath... and another.
Then he finally coughed, as he got up and panted heavily, like someone deprived of breathing. Samantha cried in joy as she saw him open his eyes, not minding her clattering teeth as she looked at him.
"Oh thank God, you're okay!" Samantha smiled as she hugged Alex tight, leaning on his chest.
Alex slowly got up and rubbed his forehead, wincing in pain as he touched a bruise. Samantha traced the said bruise and assured that she'll take care of it. He fished out his communicator only to find out it's busted from the river ride.
"We... bett..er.. get.. shelter..." Alex slowly stood up as they limped their way to the shore, looking for a place to stay. Samantha was quite worried as Alex momentarily trips even when the moonlight is clearly illuminating the way.
"You okay?" She said as she places the last leaf of their makeshift bed, setting a shivering Alex to lay there. He hugged himself with his arms trying to nod yes.
"You might be suffering from hypothermia." Samantha suggested. Alex shook his head in disapproval. He is fine, was what his body language wanted to say.
Samantha thought of making a fire, but the strong winds along with the approaching storm denied her from doing it. She had to eventually find a way to create heat before it's too late.
"Ggggg...go sssss...search... Ffffor.... hhhelp." He mouthed, the struggle in his voice made Samantha frown.
"I'm not leaving you here!" She scolded him, determination filled her voice. She had one last idea, it may sound awkward but it could generate enough heat and keep him alive.
"We need to get you out of these..." She said, slowly lifting his wet shirt and pulling off his pants. The wetness of his clothes actually adds to the cold so it should be gone, she convinced herself.
Alex's teeth clattered as his body shivered. Samantha shyly took off her clothes and proceeded to lay on top of him, slowly rubbing her skin against hers, trying to make heat through friction. Then her mouth somehow made it's way to his, attempting to make his respond. He weakly kissed back, but she knew it was working. It was completely bizarre but she could feel him starting to feel warm through her kisses.
She blushed at the thought of her situation. She couldn't have expected this kind of situation to happen. But Alex risked his whole life for her safety and it was the only way she could do the help him back. She continued her actions, hugging him tight and letting their body heat radiate the small cave they're stuck in, as the raindrops poured from the sky, making it more challenging for her to keep up the temperature. Then a few more minutes of intimate warmth, Alex slowly regained consciousness and started to feel a little less cold.
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The chirping of the birds echoed across the room, causing the sound to actually wake Samantha up. She felt a heavy feeling on her chest as she opened her eyes to see the cause of her dilemma.
Her eyes first saw well sculpted shoulders and she tilted her head to Alex who was laying on top of her, sound asleep. Her cheeks blushed red as she realized her situation. They shared body warmth a few hours ago as he suffered from hypothermia. But now, all she could see was a peacefully sleeping man, who happened to be his boyfriend.
"Pssst. Alex" She whispered, he slightly winced in surprise as she felt something warm by her thigh. She closed her eyes in embarrassment. Of course it had to be there.
Alex groaned complaining how he wanted more sleep but it looked like he also had a grasp of their situation, causing him to quickly get up and look for his clothes.
"Holy Shit. I'm so sorry." He said, quickly putting on everything as Samantha curled up in a ball to cover herself. He immediately exited the cave to give her privacy.
"Looks like no one from our pursuers made it this far. We could find a nearby settlement if we go to higher ground." He yelled from outside. Samantha slowly emerged from the cave and winced as the suns harsh rays hit her eyes.
"Hey. Thanks for saving me out there." Alex said, holding her hand. She could tell he's blushing or whatever but they had to do it for survival.
"Yeah. You got my back, I got yours." Samantha smiled as they made their way to higher ground. Even it was a matter of life and death, Samantha couldn't help but remember that night, forever.
(you’ll be able to envision the picture once you read the chapter cuz unfortunately my drawing skills aren’t well enough to add an actual drawing)
It seemed hard to believe, yet it is still as clear as day. Our beloved Saviour has chosen the other side. The side of a Death Eater, nonetheless.
“Harry and Draco have grown much closer over the last few months”, a very reliable inside source told us when we asked them, “I’ve seen them looking at each other more than once when they’re in a room together, sharing secretive smiles.”
“They were holding hands the entire time after the Quidditch match”, another source told us.
It seems pretty obvious our Chosen One has chosen his own one, yet there are still questions that remain unanswered, such as: isnt this a strange turn of events, given their rather antagonistic history? Did Harry make his choice out of free will? Or was he manipulated by the Malfoy heir? Perhaps he was cursed? Or under the influence of a Love Potion?
For more information about this peculiar bit of news, go to page 4...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 10/?
Fandom: Cobra Kai (Web Series), Karate Kid (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence
Characters: Terry Silver, Amanda LaRusso, Carmen Diaz, Bobby Brown
Additional Tags: Werewolf AU, Non-Con Werewolf Bite, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Sickness, Magic, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Supernatural Elements, Possessive Behavior, Witch Amanda, Mentioned Character death (off screen)
Summary:
Johnny Lawrence comes across Daniel Larusso in the woods one night, in trouble. Almost more shocking is his sudden appearance after disappearing almost ten years ago.
Reunions, secrets, and a destiny neither of them foresaw.
