#shlynn

[alandris-starcaller]

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, exploring azeroth could be a steamy erotica where fairshaw spend 400 pages nailing eachother and eventually get married and the forums would still say there’s no evidence to support their relationship

[just-shaladin-things]

Y'all it's time to make FlynnxShiro content

lets call it fliro 

or shlynn

[swirlsofroses]

Shiloh Holmes and Flynn Mason

The bass vibrated through every ounce of her body, guiding her hands as they slid down against the fabric of her shirt to rest of her hips for a moment. They slowly found their way back up and above her head, intertwined in such a dangerous way. Those hands begged for someone to grasp them, to bring back down and wrap around her own body while she used you as a wall. Something about her was so compelling, so alluring. She wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the place, she was ordinary in almost every sense except for the slash of freckles across her face and those bright blue eyes that could entrap you in seconds and leave you drowning in a sea of blue.

  It was the way she smiled or smirked. The way she moved her hands or tilted her head. Everything was a game to her, a challenge in every sense to see if she could beat the world—her ultimate opponent. All of the people were simply little pawns that she could move around and have her own fun with.

  Far too long had passed for her to have any more visible cracks in her exterior, giving her the advantage to those who even attempted to decipher her ways. Most of them knew it had something to do with her past, but none of them knew just where she came from or who she’d once known. From the rumors, she passed from town to town, leaving a fire blazing in her path to wake up the souls of each town. Other rumors spoke that she wasn’t like this before—something unimaginable.

  She seemed far too dangerous to have been any different.

  The moment she’d stepped into the town that was her current target, there was a sense of uneasiness in some. It was far too small of a town to be of any interest to her, but they didn’t know her preference. They didn’t know how it reminded her of a place she’d once thought of as home.

  Night had fallen over the town, the twinkling of the stars and the moon brightening up the faces of the drunk and the smiling. From off to the end, the music continued to spill out from the bar and she continued to move to the music, intoxicating all of those who were in the room with her. Some had attempted to make a pass at her, but she’d sent them off with an icy glare as she swayed her hips still. There was only one person who she had interest in and she spotted him getting up from his spot that he’d held for the past hour.

  Staring only at her.

  Despite her extra hearing, it would be impossible with the rest of the noise to hear his individual footsteps, but it was almost as if she could. Her lips turned up into a smirk the moment she felt him behind her, the heat radiating and adding to her own. Her head leaned back against his chest and shoulder with eyes closed as his arms encompassed her tiny body. The music and everything else flooded away as she brought her arms up around his neck, locking at the warm flesh at the nape of his hair.

  The moment she felt his lips at her earlobe, she smirked. She had him immersed in her dangerous game and he had no knowledge of it. It always made it sweeter when they had no clue; she’d said that on many accounts.

  Slowly, the song came to an end and she straightened herself up, boots clicking on the floor as she strutted away with a sway of her hips. For a single moment she stopped, looking over her shoulder at the man and quirking an eyebrow at him. As soon as he started moving once more, she turned back around to walk once more and the look on her face spoken enough for her. Checkmate.

  The outside air didn’t bother her as she stepped onto the sidewalk and glanced around to see who was still wandering out. When the door opened, she looked back at the man and walked the way to the side of the building, dipping behind the alley just was he came around the corner. She watched him swing himself around, arms coming on either side of her against the brick wall as his lips took over her own, bruising the tender flesh quickly. Not once did she make the effort to touch him with her hands, leaving them to dangle at her side.

  A second. Anything can happen in a second. It took only one second for the claws to break free and swing up into the chest of the man in front of her. The claws hooked into the flesh and she spun him around with the strength and advantage she had, pushing him hard against the brick wall as her claws dug deeper into the flesh of the human. Her status had changed after she’d left her past, the years slowly working together and teaching her many things. Most importantly, the gift of partial shift.

  “L-Lycan.” The man spat out, choking up on the blood that was coming up his throat.

  She smirked, claws of her free hand coming to his face to pat the skin gently. “Hunter.” It was the sole word from her lips as she slashed his face and down across his neck, letting his body fall to the ground and slump over as he quickly bled out.

  It had been four years since she’d started hunting the hunters. Most of the time dedicated to track them, to figuring out their routines and their cover ups. She’d put an end to many hunters now, the tally now adding one more.

  The blood on her hands dripped as she brought her claws back into hiding, sighing softly as she looked down at the man. “Reckon you ain’t gonna kill another Lycan again, are ya?” She asked to the dead body, toeing it with her boot before she spun around with a smile.

  “Shiloh.”

  It faded the moment she heard her name. The moment she saw the person. The moment she realized that her past had come back to haunt her. It had been so long since anyone had ever said her name. That moment made a crack in her, ruining the perfect image that she’d spent so long creating.

  “How did you find me?” She asked, claws coming out to make a clear point.

  After all, she’d been a Delta the last time the other had seen her.

  “This what ya been doin’? Four damn years, Shiloh. You left without a fucking word and this is what you’re doin’?”

  “Go away, turn back around. You never saw me.”

  Shiloh growled, lowering slightly into a defensive position.

  “Go on now, have at me.”

  Pushing off from her feet, Shiloh hurled herself at the other, the two clashing and rolling till Shiloh hovered over the other person as another growl rolled out. The claws hovered in the air, ready to come down at any moment. Typically, there would be no hesitation but she couldn’t do it. Shiloh felt the hesitation, could feel it loud and clear.

  In that moment, her anger faltered, breaking. “What do you want, Gabrielle?”

  “Come home, Shiloh.”

  “They don’t want me back. I don’t want them back. No one stopped it, no one protected him. Someone should have protected him!” Shiloh spat out, anger flaring up in her eyes once more.

  “Shiloh, he was supposed to protect us and you know what happened that night. We were all in danger!” Gabe still laid there on the ground, staring up at the girl who was once her packmate.

  “He didn’t deserve it…He shouldn’t…”

  Gabe’s hand came up slowly to touch Shiloh’s and bring it slowly back down. “I know.”

  There was only silence. Shiloh staring at Gabrielle. Part of her did want to cry, but all her tears had been shed years ago. Shiloh hadn’t cried a single time since then.

  “Shi…you’re always gonna be his Freckles. But this ain’t the Freckles he fell in love with. This ain’t the girl that came blowin’ through and makin’ everyone smile. You belong back at home, Shiloh. You know that’s what he’d want for you.”

  Shiloh felt the tears building up in her eyes as she looked away, pushing herself back to stagger to her feet and shake her head.

  “I-I can’t just go back. Kinsey’ll kill me the second I step on that land and if they all know—”

  “They don’t.” Gabe interrupted. “And we’re gonna work this out. I don’t care how long it takes, you’re pack and you always will be.”

  Shiloh turned around again, shaking the blood that was still on her hands while trying to think. Her mind was scattered into a million different places at once and she wasn’t sure what to do. There was still the thirst in the back of her mind. The thirst for revenge and for the blood of all the hunters. Ignoring that after embracing it for so long? She knew that wouldn’t be easy. She’d become a killer…but she knew she had hope. She knew she had hope for change because of one reason.

  “What’s the plan?” She asked unsteadily.

  “Reckon we getcha a place in Greenville and you lay low, take it one step at a time. Gettin’ Kinsey to let you back is gonna be the hardest part and the longest part.”

  “Can’t take too long.”

  “I know—”

  “No.” Shiloh interrupted this time, looking up from the ground to Gabrielle. “I took pack away from not only myself.”

  Confusion came over Gabrielle, making Shiloh bow her head low before she started walking.

    The sound of the key in the door breaking through the notches of the lock echoed in Shiloh’s ears, completely aware of the eyes on her frame from behind. Pushing the door open, Shiloh walked into the house and rubbed at her hands. The gas station bathroom soap had cleaned away the blood, but she still felt as if there was blood still on her hands. Shutting the door behind Gabe, she was careful to not make too much noise. As soon as the lights were on in the living room of the hotel room, Shiloh nodded to the couch.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  The Beta disappeared down the hallway to where the bedrooms were and the sound of the clock ticked loud enough for even Shiloh to hear despite her distance from it. The stupid clock had never really bothered her since she’d gotten here, but now it was breaking out the anger once more. It disappeared a second late.

  When Shiloh came back out to the living room, she cleared her throat to get Gabe’s attention.

  Right then, she must have looked like the Shiloh Holmes from the old days, before everything had happened. There was the innocence on her face once more, the soft eyes, and the tiny frame all coming together once more.

  “Sweetie, this is Auntie Gabrielle. She’s come to visit.” Shiloh sat, pulling on the tiny hand in her own as the four year old came out from behind her legs. “Gabe…this is Ella.”

  The little girl stood beside Shiloh, blonde hair falling past her shoulders. Her eyes were big, but resembled Flynn’s so much that those eyes alone could have told you that she was his daughter. She was tiny, but even being so young, she carried herself as if she knew she was tough and nothing could get to her. Shiloh joked to herself on some nights that Ella and Flynn could have a tie as to who could be more stoic.

  Picking up the little girl, Shiloh kissed Ella’s forehead before looking back to Gabe with an unsure smile.

  “Help me, Gabe? I need the pack….she needs the pack.”

  There was a moment when Shiloh was unsure that Gabe would stay now, wondering if she would just walk out the door now that she’d just walked right in.

  It took a second for Gabe to wrap Shiloh into a hug, Ella complaining about being squashed in the middle. That was enough for Shiloh.

  Things would get better.

[shilohholmes]

She held her breathe, eyes closed as her mind raced through a million thoughts in one single second. Then, she opened those piercing blue eyes and only one thought alone stood out in her mind. Perfection. He wasn't perfection, he was far from it. Rugged hands, crude words, sharp eyes, and he was everything poisonous in one glance. But dare to take another like she had and he became something so much more. Protective, loving, strong, brave, smart. He was not a person you could figure out in one glance. Or even two. It took time and small moments to unravel him. The perfection that she had concluded to was simple them. He was everything she was missing and she everything he was missing.

[sheepsuit]

Under Pressure (Approximately 7lbs) by shlynn

Stiles breaks his collarbone.

Well, Derek breaks Stiles' collarbone.

(It's Sterek in my mind, but probably safe for non-Sterek shippers too, I think!)

This is adorable, the end is so cutesy!