As he walked down the sidewalks, he noticed a trail of red droplets and looked around for the source. Kyle followed the trail as the droplets spread got closer and closer together until he was met with a small pool of blood. His dark eyes looked up at the pool of blood and his eyes met the terrified blue eyes of a girl about his age. She was dressed in all black and her blonde hair braided. The ends of which were soaked in dried blood.

Blood seeped out from her right arm and her side, dripping onto the sidewalk as she limped. Her eyes wide as she met Kyle’s gaze. Her vision blurred in and out of clarity. Her mind dizzy from the loss of blood and she outstretched her hand to defend herself. But the braided blonde girl wobbled on her feet and her foot slipped on a rock causing her knees to buckle from underneath herself.

Kyle acted quickly and scooped her to her feet before this mysteriously injured girl could fall and hit the ground. “Don’t worry. I gotcha… I gotcha. I won’t hurt you.” He reassured her and helped her to her feet. He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her upright as he looked around at their surroundings. “My frat house isn’t far from here. We need to take care of those injuries.” He looked her over once more, assessing her condition with a clearer head. “Can I carry you? It’ll be a lot faster, and your injuries look bad.”

You have dinner at the camp with everyone else that you help prepare and stay for the show before heading with Jimmy to his caravan for a casual admittance of your feelings for one another.

Part 3 of 3

Jimmy Darling gives you the tour of the camp and it leads to you singing a song for him as the others calm waltzing in during your performance for him. Even catching the eye of Elsa Mars herself.

Part 2 of 3

You are an investor looking for a place to invest your money. You run across Jimmy Darling and a few of his friends from the freakshow in Jupiter, Florida. You offer to order their food when the waitresses and cooks refuse to serve them and later follow him and the others to the camp for a tour of the place.

Part 1 of 3

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Austin Sommers helping you out with your writer’s block with a little bit of sex.

WARNING: Please don’t interact with or read this post if you are not 18+ years old. This fanfic one-shot does contain smut with a plot so bio beware.

Pre-Cult Kai (2016) and the reader have gotten to know each other at the local gym Funtime Fitness on the basketball court. More often than not, you two are the only ones there and practice your shots. Today, he decides to make it interesting and play a friendly game of H.O.R.S.E. with you. After your game ends, you follow him into the locker room per the bet you two made and things get a little steamy in the steam room.

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Summary: You show up at Matt's apartment afrer hearing about what happened to him after the Punisher incident. (Where Matt temporarily loses his hearing) and take care of him until his hearing comes back.

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Summary: You spent several years returning to the Hotel Cortez on Devil’s Night after James Patrick March saved you from the other spirits. He gained an interest in you and asked you to return the night after Devil’s Night and you had, falling hopelessly in love with him as a result. That alone called you back time and time again for your night with him that he reserved just for you. You have dinner with him and dance which leads to other activities to keep you there for a few moments longer.

Several hours passed until Hazel found some possible ways that she could get back to the land of the living. She could have Hades’ brother Zeus resurrect her, but she had no way of contacting him nor did she really have a good reason to convince him to bring her back.  She could eat from the ambrosia tree, from the food of the gods, that Orpheus and Eurydice used to escape the Underworld.

The chances of either of those pan out for her were slim to none. Hazel slammed the book in her hands shut with a loud thud before she threw it clear across the room. She ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, pulling her legs into her chest. A few tears welled up in her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. The pit in her stomach only grew with each book she read. The dread of finding a way out of the Underworld and back to Killian grew exponentially.

Lee typed on her computer keyboard with a bored expression on her face. It seemed to be another boring day at the office at her father’s company, Finley Inc. She was currently working on a contract for her father, Jacob, to Blake Carrington for Finley Inc. and Carrington Atlantic to work together while they ventured into the agriculture field while Carrington Atlantic took care of the oil operation on their farm in Iowa.

She sighed heavily and ceased her typing. She leaned back in the office chair and rubbed her eyes with her index fingers. “I should really get some glasses for the computer.” This wasn’t exactly her dream job, working for her father at this company after they struck oil on the farm and became richer than they could have imagined on the farm alone.

With a cup of coffee in his hand, Colonel John Sheppard walked down the corridors of the City. As he passed by anyone else wandering the halls, he alternated between saying a simple ‘Hi’, mouthing ‘Hey’ with a slight raise of his brows, and silently nodding a ‘Good morning’. He stopped walking once he reached his room. He slid his hand over the sensor to open the door and walked through, the door sliding closed behind him.

He made his way over to his bed and slumped down the blue sheeted mattress. He lifted the white cup to his lips and sipped the hot coffee carefully to not burn his lips. He lowered the cup from his lips and lowered his arm to his lap, his eyes scanning the room lazily until he landed on the grey rectangular dresser beside the bed where he kept a few books stacked on top among a few other trinkets he brought from home to decorate his living quarters.

He bit the edge of his lower lip. He couldn’t take his eyes from her form. Any moment, he expected her to sit up and say she was okay. Say that it was all a trick or an enchantment that she cast to fake her death. The black veins around her face, down her neck that disappeared into her green tunic, and along her exposed arms where her sleeves were rolled up, told him the opposite. All he wanted was for her to be okay. For her to be with him, but she was brought here. Whether or not it was of her own volition, he had no way to tell unless he could ask her himself.

“…Please come back to me….this was all my fault…” He choked out, feeling the tears well up in his eyes.

Aridelle made her way over towards the dialing device. Her blue eyes studied the glyphs, and she traced her fingers along the glass covered symbols. Her father informed her of what this pedestal did, and she knew that the glyphs had something to do with the ring that allowed their soldiers to travel, but she had no idea which glyphs in what sequence to lead where. Before she could conduct her own experiments with the dialing pedestal, the gate activated.

A buzzing sound came from the ring, and a water-like substance filled the center of the ring. A column jutted out for a moment before falling back into the rippling center.

Aridelle promptly ducked behind the pedestal the moment she saw four people come out of the wormhole. Three males and one woman. The male that led the small group had stubble on his face, wore black glasses that covered his eyes, a black t-shirt and a matching pocketed vest over it, along with light grey pants. He held up a weapon and after he surveyed the place. When he deemed it safe, he lowered his weapon and turned to the rest of the group.

Pan turned on his heels to leave, but before he took off, he heard the sound. “So you had the gall to follow me, fae.” He felt a mischievous streak hit him, a game perhaps would distract him along enough to figure out how he was going to find the heart of the truest believer. Or where he was going to find it. “How about a game of chase? It should be about time that the spring water is losing its magic effects on this island. Let’s see who can get to the spring first, shall we?” He taunted, quickly flying in her direction.

Josie tapped Dawn's shoulder and took a seat next to her. "So? Are you finally going to tell Hope that you like her? You know that she isn't going to wait forever. You'll feel better if you get it off your chest, Dee." She meant well, truly. Dawn glanced up from her book and rolled her tongue against where she had been biting her cheek, sighing softly carrying a soft subtle smile on her lips.

"I know... I'm just scared that it is going to change everything, Josie. That it might wreck the friendship we have." She admitted and with a gentle thud, she closed the book she'd been reading. She reached up and lightly tangled her finger in her hair, gently twirling it around nervously.

"The rules for this challenge is that if you pick truth, you'll get hooked up to this wonderful little lie detector machine." The camera panned over to Connor who was at the lie detector. "If you lie, you get dumped with ice cold water. If you tell the truth, you get a point."

The camera panned over to you. "If you choose dare, you have to do the dare or else you'll get...you guessed it, poured on with ice cold water. The person with the most points at the end wins and the person with the least amount of points loses and has to face a punishment. So stay tuned for that." You finished off for the intro to the video.

Hazel stepped onto the sandy beach, her eyes settled on the ocean waves. A somber smile sat on her lips as her gaze drifted to the Jolly Roger. Every nerve in her body pulled her towards the ship and it killed her to know that she couldn’t leave with her captain and his crew. That she couldn’t take refuge in her crow’s nest.

A lump formed in her throat and tears welled in her eyes. She quickly used her finger to wipe the tears away, hearing the familiar footsteps of Killian come from behind her. She cleared her throat before turning to him as he walked to her and stood beside her.

The pirate captain didn’t dare move from his spot, afraid to disturb the fae from her slumber. His eyes stayed locked on her and his fingers played absently with her hair, running his hand through her golden locks. A long absent memory rose to the surface of his mind. One that he thought escaped him.

The memory took place aboard the Jolly Roger in his quarters. He was sitting on his bed, reading a book after a long day of sailing. Milah sauntered in and laid down on the bed, setting her head in his lap. He set the book down on the bed open-faced to keep his place. He played with her jet-black hair, running his fingers through it like he had been doing with Hazel in this moment.

Hazel’s blue eyes snapped open at the feeling of a stick jutting into her stomach. “Stop that!” She exclaimed, moving to take the stick away, but was pulled back by the rope binds that kept her tied to the tree. The back of her head smacked against the bark causing her to wince.

Her pain caused the young Lost Boy to laugh at her expense with a hand on his stomach.

“Sorry, lady, but you can’t get out of this rope.” A blond male stated. He appeared to be the eldest of the Lost Boys and their leader…second in command to Pan. His gray eyes studied the female up and down as he walked up to her.

The sun rose over the horizon, highlighting the tops of the vast forest. The smell of the morning dew just settling in the air. The sunrise was one of those sights that the fae could never tire of no matter what. To be fair there were many sights that Hazel enjoyed admiring, but the sunrise always meant a new day...a new adventure...regardless of where she was.

The only thing tearing her gaze away from the sunrise was the heaviness of her eyelids threatening sleep. But she had to stay awake to protect the crew from the Lost Boys and Pan. She had to keep watch over the cave if one of them were to wander off on their own. She couldn't allow herself to sleep for a moment.