#The Huntress - Overheard Conversation

[palaceofpassion]

How's Pyrrha feel about Jaune?

This happened a little after the Jessica thing. Pyrrha was a bit hesitant around Jaune, he knew her name and all. So she doubted he didn't know who she was. But... then something weird happened.

"Okay, yes, thank you. I'll be there soon." Pyrrha was not having a good day. She had yet to eat that day and though she wasn't sure how she felt about him, she could easily say that Jaune's cooking was delicious. It reminded her of home... and yet she had to skip on that! She was assigned a new appointment and she just... "Why can't I say no?"

"It's not that hard right?"

"Ah!" She nearly jumped out of her skin as Jaune, holding a bowl of something, seemed to materialize behind her. "Oh! Uhm, I'm sorry I didn't see you there."

She noted the way he looked at her, quirking his brow as if she had said something strange. "Pyrrha, you don't need to apologize, I'm the one who snuck up on you... and I"m sorry I overheard your conversation. But... you don'tt have to say yes. You know that, right?"

She shook her head, "No... I just... I have to make this deal, my manager wants me to do these things, and I just can't say no because-"

"Manager? Is that a normal thing for huntresses?"

She blinked a few times as she looked at him. "No?" That was an odd question, surely he should know she would have one since she was a young star.

"Then why do you have one?" She tried to read him, to see if he was acting this way to get on her good side... but then, nothing. This wasn't the same situation with Weiss, where she opted to try to use her... he just, didn't know who she was.

"Jaune... do you mind me asking. But when we met, you knew my name."

"Yeah, Ozpin gave me a brief introduction, so I knew all your names."

Her mouth opened and closed like a floundering fish. "So... you didn't know me before that?"

"Nope. Only thing I knew, was that you were cool in those videos he showed, and that you're really prett..." He paused, his face flushing.

Her eyes widened.

":Forget I said that please."

There was a brief pause before she suddenly started to lose it. For the first time in a while she had a good laugh.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that outloud!"

"No no! It's alright, thank you. It's very kind of you... so you really didn't know me?"

He paused, shook his head, "Nope."

"Huh."

She took a moment... "What's for dinner?"

"OH! Well, I figured you were feeling homesick, and the other girls are out for the day, so I decided to make some Mistrali soup, I got the recipe from my sis Saph in ARgus and well, I figured you'd like it?"

She paused again, then smiled. "You know... I would... let me make a call, I think I can skip a promotion or two."

"Sure! Wait, what promotion?"

Now she couldn't help but laugh again. Maybe Jaune wasn't so bad.

[howlingday]

As Ironwood is leaving after giving the order to arrest team RWBY the door opens to reveal a VERY angry Vulkan who overheard everything, the Primarch of the Sakamanders decides to declare the general unfit for duty and take command of the entire atlas military.

General James Ironwood, headmaster of Atlas Academy and general of the Atlas military, glanced over his shoulder to the rebellious team he had taken into his care. The four girls had shown great promise since their arrival, and even now, he felt his near-instant graduation to licensed huntresses was no mistake. However, they had betrayed his trust, and the trust of the people of Atlas by allying themselves with the rogue element known as the Happy Huntresses.

"We won't let you take us!" Ruby Rose said as he passed his Ace Operatives, the elite of his elite specialists.

"I know." The door opened and he stepped through, ready to lock it behind him and fully enact his martial law. It was a difficult choice, but one that had to be-

"And just where do you think you're going?"

All the blood drained in the general's face as he was suddenly stopped by a wall of green ceramite as a voice as angry as a volcano spoke down to him. Looking up, he shivered at the sight of red eyes peering down with righteous fury into his very being. What else would one feel when on the receiving end of a primarch's ire?

"General Ironwood, I have heard many tales about your steadfast adherence to order," pushing Ironwood back into his office, everyone in the room gave the two a wide berth as the massive man began shouting at the formerly tallest one, "and I will admit, I feel a sense of nostalgia. You remind me of my brother, Dorn. But even he would see the folly in your decision to enact martial law!"

"Y... You don't understand, sir!" General Ironwood shouted back, surprising everyone that the mountain of a man not only outsized the general, but also outranked him! "Our kingdom is under siege of a terror most ancient and foul! A monster who intends to destroy all of Remnant!"

"A monster I have seen many a time, General." The primarch huffed. "But not once was imprisoning your people ever the answer to any of these crises."

"The enemy is in our homes, sir!" General Ironwood shouted still. "They have killed our people, have taken hold of our relics, and these girls have betrayed us all!"

His eyes passed over the girls standing ready with their weapons. The largest of them held her fists up to defend herself, likely in a fisticuffs manner that would likely be similar to his brothers Russ or Johnston. The one next to her held a crouched stance, as if ready to strike with agility, not dissimilar to his brothers Corax or even the vile Curze. On the far end of the group was a girl who held an elegant pose that he couldn't help but compare to his insidious brother Fulgrim. Last, but leading the group was the smallest of the four, but held the largest weapon that reminded him of his brother Mortarion, but her eyes seemed kinder, even with anger and fear pouring from them. He couldn't really compare them to any of his brothers, but instead of the children of Nocturne. It brough a smile to his face, however brief it may have been held.

"Is this true?" He asked. "Have you betrayed us?"

"No." The small leader replied with a steady heart. "We didn't."

The giant was quiet for a moment, then turned to the general. "Remove your martial law."

"But sir, if Salem-"

"Remove your martial law." His voice was more firm, and his eyes more focused. With a shaking hand, Ironwood removed the martial law from his scroll. The small leader took hold of her scroll and began conversing with someone on the other end. This must have been their rudimentary vox system. "Now, general..."

General Ironwood gulped.

"Let us discuss this problem proper." He then smiled. "I'm sure my sons would love to provide you aid."

[maria021015]

“I need to talk to you,” Zaida flashed Sydney an apologetic smile as she interrupted her conversation with Allison, hooking her arm through the huntress’ and dragging her down the school corridor.

“So do I, actually,” Allison admitted, casting her doe eyes around the hallway and biting the raw skin of her lips nervously. Something was clearly on the girl’s mind.

“Shoot,” She nodded, encouraging the taller girl to go first.

“You know how I almost killed Lydia in the woods the other day?” Allison asked in a quiet voice. “Well, I nearly did it again last night. We were studying at the apartment and then we fell asleep and I had this really weird dream about…Well, it doesn’t matter what it was about. But in my dream, I picked up a knife to stab someone. Only when I woke up, I found that I actually did have a knife hidden in my bed. I could have stabbed her and no one would have been there to stop it this time!”

“Shit, Ali, you can’t be hanging around Lydia alone anymore - or anyone, really. These hallucinations…they’re only going to get worse.” Zaida cursed at the news, her brows furrowing in worry for both girls. “Last night we went to see Deaton, and he explained that when you guys died, you opened a door in your minds. A door that I think other spirits are trying to get into. Until you close that door…you’re in danger. You all are.”

“So how do we close that door?” The huntress questioned, desperate for an answer.

“We don’t know yet,” Zaida sighed, shaking her head as Allison’s hopeful expression fell from her tired features.

“Is that what you needed to tell me?” Allison asked, but the shorter brunette shook her head.

“No, there’s something else. Long story short, Sheriff Stilinski has been going over cold cases to see if he can solve any with his new supernatural lens. We discovered that a young girl whose mother and sister were found dead in a car accident isn't really missing, but is still alive.” Zaida rambled, cutting straight to the heart of it all as they reached their history classroom. “And - get this - she’s actually a werecoyote who probably caused the accident and has been living in the Preserve in animal form for the past eight years.”

“Right…” Allison’s lips parted in surprise as she waited for her brain to catch up with the information it was being fed. “There are werecoyotes now. Why not, I guess. So what are we going to do about that?”

“We’ve got a plan. We need you and Isaac to meet us in the Preserve after school to help us track her down. I'll text you the details,” She answered, slipping into an empty seat beside Stiles, Allison taking the one in front of her. The boy leaned forward - having overheard the conversation - flashing the maps app on his phone to the huntress.

“Here's where we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails.” He explained to her.

“But we don’t think she’s going to go back there since we - and the police - were all up in it last night,” Zaida added with a grimace.

“Well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel in fixed trails. But, I think you're right about her not going back to the den.” Allison agreed with the naiad. “Coyotes don't like wolves, and they're really smart - if they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes.”

“Coyotes tip-toe?” Stiles repeated, his jaw falling slack in an incredulous expression.

“They tip-toe,” Allison confirmed with a sigh and a brief rolling of her eyes. “Send me the pinned location.”

“Okay.” Stiles sent the girl a thumbs up, typing away at his phone - likely following her request as both girls settled into class, pulling out their books.

“Hey! I'm Kira. You knew that. I knew you knew that. I don't know why I just told you that again…” The new girl’s anxious ramblings caught all of their attention, casting their eyes towards the back of the classroom a few rows away where Kira was standing before Scott, riffling through her bag. “Anyway, I have something for you.”

“For me?” Scott’s brown eyes lit up, though his face was still shrouded with a characteristically confused expression. Zaida arched a brow, shooting Stiles an inquisitive smirk.

“It looks like the new girl has a crush on our dear Scotty boy.” She whispered, immediately regretting it when she saw a flash of hurt across Allison’s face, disappearing with a clench of her jaw.

“Yeah, about the Bardo.” Kira continued to explain her actions to Scott. “My explanation was kind of all over the place, so I did some research and I printed it out for you.”

“Aw, you didn't have to do that.” The werewolf’s confusion melted into a grin, which only forced Allison to whip back around to the front of the classroom, pretending not to care.

“It only took a couple of hours.” Kira attempted to brush off her work as if it were nothing, but it only served to prove to them how much effort she actually had put into her gesture.

“Wow, then you really didn't have to do that.” Scott’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“I swear, I printed it out…” The girl muttered, still searching in her backpack for the aforementioned paperwork. Stiles and Zaida quickly ducked their heads, pretending not to be paying attention when their teacher walked past them, headed towards his daughter with a stack of papers in hand.

“Kira?” He offered her to stapled booklets with a smile. “You forgot all the research you did for that boy you like.”

“Oh my God,” Zaida clamped her hand over her mouth as Stiles spluttered a series of coughs, her heart clenching and her stomach twisted uncomfortably with second-hand embarrassment. That poor girl. Risking another glance backwards, Zaida watched as Kira sheepishly passed on the papers and retreated into an empty seat, hiding her burning face in her hands. The girl was clearly mortified, but Scott seemed flattered and almost… giddy, as he moved to his own table.

“All right, everyone, let's get started!” Mr Yukimura returned to the front of the classroom, initiating the lesson. “We were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail. Who would like to come up and read aloud for us?”

Absolutely no one raised their hands to volunteer - not a single person. Instead, they all fiddled with their pens and tried to avoid making eye contact, lest they be called upon. Who would the unfortunate chap be? “Mr Stilinski?” The man asked, and Zaida instantly regretted not putting her hand up. She should have known this would happen - it was just their luck that Mr Yukimura would choose the one person in the classroom who was currently struggling to read.

“Oh, maybe someone else could...?” Stiles tried to get out of it, his face flushing with dread.

“Everyone participates in my class, Mr Stilinski.” The man said by way of enforcement, and Stiles yielded, slowly rising from his seat.

“Actually, I’m happy to read, sir,” Zaida’s hand shot into the air eagerly, hoping the teacher would allow the swap.

“You can go next, Miss Callis,” He smiled at her and her heart sank into her stomach as Stiles walked past her, flashing her a grateful smile for her attempt.

He made his way up to the front desk, leaning over the book and staring at the pages. Zaida could see that he was displaying clear signs of panic - his fists gripped the edge of the desk tightly, his eyes darted from side to side, and his lips quivered. But she didn’t need to see him to know what he was feeling. It echoed through the door in her mind that was dedicated to him - the one door that she always had the most trouble blocking out. Now she knew it was because of how much he meant to her, and because of the connection they shared. An emotional tether, Deaton had called it. An anchor.

“Sir, he hasn’t been feeling well today. I think he might need to sit down,” Zaida called out in another desperate attempt to rescue the boy from his current situation.

When Stiles’ chest began to heave, Scott got to his feet, hurrying to the front of the classroom. “Stiles? You okay?” He asked in a soothing voice, then glancing at their teacher. “I should take him to the nurse's office.”

Mr Yukimura nodded with a slight frown of concern, allowing Scott to lead Stiles out the door. Zaida had already shoved her books into her bag, slinging it over her shoulder and following after them. “I’ve got first aid training - I’m just going to make sure everything’s alright.” She excused herself without waiting for approval, breaking into a run as soon as they cleared into the corridor.

Hurrying after the two boys, Zaida pushed through the boys’ locker room door just as it was closing behind them. “Stiles? Look at me, man. Is this a panic attack?” Scott was trying to get through to his best friend but to no avail.

“It's a dream, it's a dream, it's just a dream…” Stiles repeated the words like a chant, over and over again, as he clutched a sink, staring at himself in the mirror adjacent.

“He thinks he’s still asleep,” Zaida mumbled, rushing over to stand on Stiles’ other side, soothingly running her hands over his back in calming motions.

“No, it's not - this is real. You're here. You're here with us.” Scott tried to assure the boy, but he swiftly realised that wouldn’t be enough to calm him. “Okay, what do you do? I mean, like, how do you tell if you're awake or dreaming?”

“Your fingers - you count your fingers,” Stiles answered in what was almost a breathless stutter. “You have extra fingers in dreams.”

“Look at your hands, Stiles.” Zaida urged him, laying her fingers over his own in a futile attempt to unfurl them from where they were gripping the basin, white-knuckled from the force. His chest was heaving up and down in uneven crests, and she knew if she wasn’t careful, her blocks would slip out of place, so she directed her focus inwards. She wouldn’t be of much use to him if she suddenly succumbed to a panic attack as well.

“How many do I have?” Scott attempted a different tactic, holding his own hands up in the air and calling for the boy’s attention. “Hey! Look at me. Come on, Stiles. Look at my hands and count with me.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You can do this. Just count, and breathe. In,” Zaida demonstrated the motion of the exercise she knew usually worked for them both. “And out.”

“One…” Stiles panted, following Zaida’s instructions as he counted the fingers on his best friend’s raised hands. “Two…”

“Keep going.” Scott nodded encouragingly.

“Three…” Stiles counted, his eyes moving from finger to finger. With each number he uttered his pulse evened out a slight bit more. “Four…”

“Five…” Zaida contributed, slowly breathing in, and then out as Stiles inhaled and exhaled in sync.

“Six…seven…” He continued, and there was more substance behind his voice this time.

“Eight…” Scott stepped in where his best friend faltered momentarily, coaxing him back on track.

“Nine…” Stiles sucked in another lungful of air, then released it. “Ten…”

“Ten,” Scott repeated with a proud smile. “Ten.”

“See? You’re not dreaming, you’re right here with us,” Zaida cooed and the boy finally let go of the sink, collapsing into the tiled wall and sliding to the floor. She was quick to drop down by his side, pulling him into her and brushing his hair back in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. “It’s okay, you’re okay now.”

“What the hell is happening to me?” Stiles sobbed weakly, his amber eyes shining with tears.

“We'll figure it out.” Scott crouched down opposite them both. “You're going to be okay.”

“Am I?” He questioned, unconvinced. “Are you? Scott, you can't transform...Allison's being haunted by her dead aunt...and I'm straight up losing my mind. We can't do this. We can't-we can't help Malia. We can't help anyone.”

“Don’t say that,” Zaida shook her head, feeling him melt into her touch, leaning his weight on her.

“We can try.” Scott pursed his lips, retaining his iron resolve. “We can always try.”

“How are you feeling? Do you need to keep counting? Five things?” Zaida asked the boy, who was leaning against her shoulder.

“No, it’s alright. You’re here, that’s all I need,” Stiles spoke softly but his words were enough for a pinkish hue to dust Zaida’s cheeks. Scott moved to sit on a nearby bench to give them some privacy, but even without his werewolf senses he was still close enough to hear them talk - it was a small space and sound echoed.

“What happened back there?” She wondered, hoping the question wouldn’t trigger any lingering anxiousness.

“It was like the letters were all jumbled and then they were just falling off the page,” He described what it was that he had seen to cause such a panic, arm coming up around her. His fingers lightly brushed the small of her back, sending a torrent of butterflies into her stomach. Still, she brushed through his spiked hair, feeling the soft fibres slide beneath her skin. He didn’t seem to mind. If he had any worries about her messing up his style, he didn’t express them.

They remained like that for many minutes, easing Stiles through the end of his panic attack until well after the bell for the next period had rung. Oh well, art wasn’t that important of a class to worry about missing out on.

“Can you hear that?” Scott tilted his head, picking up on something vague that neither Stiles nor Zaida had. With his dulled senses and lack of control, it was hard for even him to register what he had briefly heard. It didn’t matter for long, however, as a loud shattering of glass sounded from right next door.

“Go, check it out.” Zaida urged Scott and he didn’t need to be told twice. He was gone within the blink of an eye, leaving Zaida behind with Stiles. The two of them waited and listened to the silence, but when it was followed by heavy crashes of metal, they jumped to their feet, following the noises.

“Woah, shit!” Stiles cursed as soon as he opened the door to the locker room that led into the hallway, stepping back inside and holding his arm out to stop Zaida from moving.

“What is it?” She whispered, her own pulse jumping from the sudden scare.

“Coyote in the corridor,” He answered, craning his neck to peer out the frosted glass, trying to get a glimpse of the dark shape shrinking into the distance.

“Malia’s here? Why?” Zaida’s brows shot towards her hairline. What was going on?

As it turned out, Scott and Stiles had forgotten their things in class, and Kira had thought to do the kind thing and bring their backpacks to them. Only, upon entering the corridor, she was chased by Malia - in coyote form - and almost attacked. Scott had swooped in just in time to save the girl, and the coyote had run off. Of course, the Sheriff’s department and animal control had been called out, which brought Zaida and Stiles to where they were hurrying after Noah Stilinski, trying to gather whatever information they could.

“A couple of students said they saw it running across the field and back into the woods. Thank God nobody got hurt.” The man shook his head, his pace steady and fast.

“What happens if she does hurt someone?” Stiles questioned nervously.

“Most likely, they'll have to put it down.” The man sighed and both of the teens' eyes widened in alarm.

“Put her down?” Stiles repeated his father’s words, his mouth dropping open into an incredulous expression. “Dad, try not to forget there's a girl in there, one that you'll be killing!”

“Sheriff, you can’t let them!” Zaida protested. There must be something the man could do to at least buy them some time.

“Come on, you aren't back to not believing, are you?” Stiles asked when Noah didn't answer them.

“I believe there are a lot of things I don't understand yet. But that doesn't mean that everything and anything imaginable is suddenly possible!” He defended his silence in a softened whisper so as to not be overheard by any of his colleagues. “Now, are you one hundred percent sure that this is a girl and not an animal?”

“Yes. Because Scott's sure.” Stiles nodded defiantly, placing his unwavering faith in his best friend. He glanced at where the werewolf was waiting by his locker nearby, switching to a quieter volume. “Scott, you been listening?”

At the alpha’s nod, Sheriff Stilinski sighed in defeat. “All right. Let's get this figured out. Come on.” He led them into the locker room and Scott followed not long after.

Zaida blew out a low whistle as her eyes scanned the mess of the scene - the rows of lockers were toppled over like dominoes and a scared Kira was standing with her father, engaged in what looked like a slightly heated discussion. “Nice one, Scotty boy.” She arched her brows at him pointedly.

“I didn’t really have much of a choice,” He lifted his shoulders into a sheepish half-shrug. “What was Malia even doing here? She’s been living in the Preserve for eight years, why decide to come to school now?”

“Maybe she felt like she was missing out on her education.” Zaida snorted at her own joke. “Or it’s possible she was looking for us - you know, for invading her home?”

“I think I know what she was looking for.” Stiles’ lips thinned into a tense line grimly as he lifted up his backpack, unzipping it to pull out the same doll they had discovered the night before.

“You took the doll from the car?” Scott stared at the boy in exasperation.

“And you brought it to school? That thing could be possessed for all we know! Παναγία μου!” Zaida exclaimed, crossing herself three times as a shiver ran down her spine at the sight of it. Stiles stared at her with a slack jaw and wide eyes, bright with amusement. “...What?”

“Nothing, that was just really cute,” He shook his head with a light chuckle. “I never knew you were so superstitious.”

“I’m warding off the devil, Stilinski. That’s not cute,” She shot back, shaking her head in disbelief, though her cheeks flushed regardless. “And it’s not superstitious, either. If the supernatural is real, the paranormal might be too, and I don’t wanna be the one to fuck around and find out. Why did you bring that thing?”

“I thought Scott could use it! You know, for, like, her scent…” He explained his actions but the doll was swiftly snatched from his hands.

“Where did you get that? Where did you find this?” The same man from the night before with the thinning dark hair and dishevelled complexion - Mr Tate - stormed into the locker room. His gaze softened as he cradled the toy in his arms. “It belonged to my daughter.”

“Sorry…” Stiles mumbled an apology, caught off guard by the man’s sudden appearance.

“Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this - if you have your own police scanner or what - but you can't be here.” The Sheriff shifted to gently move the man away from the locker room, but he paused when he noticed something that shouldn’t be there. Pulling the man’s jacket open, the light glinted off a shiny black gun.

“Oh my God!” Zaida gasped and took a step backwards as Stiles shook his head. They both knew the laws and this was a serious violation. This man was clearly unstable.

“...I have a permit.” He muttered in defence of himself - as if that would somehow help his case.

“California schools are gun-free zones, permit or no permit.” Stilinski clarified, his tone sharpening. “You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now.”

“You find that animal!” The man screamed on his way out. “You find that thing!”

“Something tells me we’ve gotta hurry up and find Malia before her dad does,” Zaida mumbled under her breath, her stomach thick with dread.

“That better be the good stuff, Doc, because the last time we came to you for drugs it didn’t really work out too well for us.” Zaida eyed the liquid in the vials Deaton retrieved from the back room. Stiles nodded fervently, clearly also remembering the whole Kanima fiasco at the rave.

“Xylazine. It's a tranquillizer for horses. For a Werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds.” The man explained. “I only have three. So, whoever's shooting needs to be a damn good shot.”

“Allison's a perfect shot.” Scott nodded, glancing up from his phone where he was communicating with the huntress for her to bring the right weapon with her.

“...She used to be,” Isaac interjected, his tone and expression unsure. He was right, of course. Zaida had watched the huntress’ aim deteriorate in their training sessions.

“She can do it,” Scott assured them all, more confident in Allison’s abilities than any of the rest of them. Whether it was founded upon some alpha instinct the rest of them didn’t know about, or his lingering feelings for the girl, they weren’t certain.

“If we manage to find the thing,” Isaac muttered bitterly.

“Okay, what is the point of him?” Stiles lifted his hand to point at the beta, immediately irritated. “Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity…and the scarf? What's up with the scarf, anyway? It's sixty-five degrees out!”

“Boys, again? Do we need to get the measuring tape out so we can end this and move on to more important things?” Zaida drawled lazily, leaning her hip against the table from her position beside Stiles. The two’s constant bickering had become a running joke for her. For the most part, it was amusing, but at times there were better things for them all to be doing rather than wasting their time on banter.

“Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask - how do we turn a coyote back into a girl when she hasn't been a girl in eight years?” Isaac sighed impatiently.

“I can do it.” Scott volunteered.

“You can?” Stiles arched his brow, his tone dripping with scepticism.

“How? Do you have some new alpha-unlocked ability the rest of us don’t know about yet?” Zaida challenged.

“You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school? In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery.” The werewolf elaborated.

“This is a werecoyote, Scott. Who knows if it'll even work? If you can find someone who can teach you?” Deaton pointed out the weak points in Scott’s plan.

“That's why you called Derek first.” Stiles nodded in understanding. Scott had been intending to ask the Hale for advice, but he’d not managed to get through to him yet.

“Yeah, I could try it on my own…” Scott yielded, his confidence wavering slightly. “But, right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf.”

“We need a real Alpha,” Stiles muttered and his best friend glanced at him with an offended expression. “You know what I mean! An alpha who can do alpha things. You know, an alpha who can get it going! You know, get it-”

“...Up?” Isaac finished the sentence with an uptick of his brows and Zaida let out a loud snort of laughter as Stiles nodded in agreement.

“Great. I'm an alpha with...performance issues…” Scott grimaced.

“This sounds like the start of a really bad erectile dysfunction commercial.” Zaida snickered and Stiles elbowed her to stop.

“Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?” Deaton re-routed them back on track.

“I wouldn't trust Peter…” Isaac commented truthfully. And that was if they were even able to get in contact with him.

“Maybe the twins?” Stiles ground out through gritted teeth, hating his own suggestion, but they really didn’t have any other choice.

“They're not alphas anymore. After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them.” Deaton shook his head.

“Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?” The boy reasoned.

“Nobody's seen them for weeks.” Scott pointed out the slight issue with that plan and Zaida pursed her lips at hearing his words.

“...Actually, that's not totally true.” Stiles looked to her, waiting for the girl to explain.

“I’ll call Lydia,” She sighed, shaking her head. At least the redhead’s inability to walk away from red flags came in useful at times like these.

“So, where are they?” Zaida’s brows drew together as she scanned Derek’s empty loft, searching for the twins.

“They said they'd meet us here…” Lydia gazed into the darkness in confusion as she walked down the entry steps, Stiles right behind her.

A loud smack of skin on skin caused all of their heads to turn back to where one of the twins landed another strong punch against Scott’s face, and then both of them grabbed him and tossed him through the air.

“What the hell!” Zaida yelled in surprise, ducking to avoid Scott crashing into her as he flew past. Stiles darted out to grip her wrist and pulled her out of the way as both of the twins flipped from the higher ground, landing to continue throwing punch after punch at Scott. She took a step forward, moving to help, but Stiles slipped his arm around her waist and held her back. “What are you doing? He needs help!”

“I think this is the help,” Stiles explained in a whisper, watching the fight intently.

“I thought you guys were gonna teach me to roar?” Scott groaned through the pain.

“We are! You do it by giving in-” Aiden snarled.

“-Giving in and letting go.” Ethan finished his brother’s sentence in true twin fashion, pulling Scott up from the floor by his shirt. “That's how Deucalion taught us control.”

“Hey, you know, that's funny - I've actually tried something like this one time, using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls…” Stiles drawled sarcastically with a casual shrug. “But, you're right, beating the living crap out of him is probably a lot better…”

“Oh my God, so that’s what you guys were doing?” Zaida’s brows shot into her hairline as she recalled walking in on that particular training session and being incredibly confused by it. “You know, before you ran away from me.”

“Hey, in my defence, you were scary and I thought you were going to attack me,” He crossed his arms over his chest, a brief smile of amusement tugging at his lips.

“That's actually the plan?” Scott gaped at the twins wiping the blood from his split lip. “You kick my ass?”

“You're afraid to turn.” Aiden pointed out.

“We're gonna make you,” Ethan explained. “You turn, then you kick our asses!”

“And then, you roar,” Aiden added, and for dramatic effect he growled loudly, his eyes flashing blue. “You don't think you can let go with us?”

“You think you're going to hurt us?” Ethan asked, though his question was more of a goad.

“I can think of about three different ways to have done this. Better ways,” Stiles commented dryly.

“I can think of five,” Zaida smiled sweetly, though there was poison in it. She didn’t like this - not one bit.

“Come on, McCall! Give it your all!” Aiden flashed his teeth as he grinned, challenging Scott to go full out.

“We can always heal!” The softer brother reminded him.

“You're an Alpha. You want to roar like one? You've got to give in, full-throttle. You've got to be the monster. Become the beast.” Aiden encouraged.

“Become everything you're afraid of. That's what gives you power. It gives you strength.” Ethan continued, elaborating on his brother’s point.

“Giving in doesn't make you the bad guy…” Aiden launched another punch at Scott, which he was too unprepared to dodge.

“So long as you can control it.” Ethna shot a pointed glare at his brother.

“Sometimes, control's a little overrated,” Aiden smirked and continued to smash in Scott’s face until he was a heap on the floor, blood covering his face.

“Come on, Scott. Fight back!” Stiles muttered, worried eyes glued to the scene before them.

“If they go too far, I’m stepping in,” Zaida warned the boy beside her. She couldn’t stand and watch for much longer - not when Scott was getting pulverised.

“What if I can't control it?” Scott voiced his concerns, his words sounding almost gurgled from the blood flooding his mouth. “What if I can't turn back?”

“Then it takes over,” Ethan answered honestly. “You become Malia. You get further and further away from being human. You turn into an animal, or worse-”

“You turn into Peter.” Aiden tilted his head.

Zaida grimaced as she remembered the twisted beats form that Peter Hale had shifted into that night at the burned remains of the Hale house. It was horrifying. Scott must have conjured up the imagery in his mind as well because the comment forced him back to his feet. He growled loudly and launched himself at the twin, but he was no match for Aiden. The ex-alpha managed to easily flip Scott onto the desk in the centre of the room, showering punches down upon his face. The entire time, Scott did not shift once. He simply took the damage.

“That’s enough!” Zaida yelled, her jaw locking as she made the call. Scott clearly wasn’t ready to turn, and it would certainly not happen like this. This time when she rushed forward she managed to evade Stiles’ reach for her arm, twisting out of the way to make a beeline straight for their alpha just as Ethan was pulling his brother away with an aggressive tug.

“What? I thought we were helping him.” Aiden snapped at his brother, unable to see the line that he had crossed.

“You help too much,” Ethan shook his head and both of them backed off, leaving Zaida to help prop Scott up into a sitting position. His face was a mess of blood and bruised flesh.

“Is it bad?” He asked her in a soft voice, squinting from the pain he was in. Along with the difficulty to shift came a dampened ability to heal. Hence why it was taking him so long for the cuts to mend and his skin to return to its usual tan hue.

“Well, your nose is finally as crooked as your jaw, so I guess it’s kind of evened itself out.” She made a weak attempt at a joke, but it was enough to make him smile.

“Come on, buddy. Let’s get you out of here,” Stiles approached and hung his best friend’s arm over his shoulders, lifting him off the table and supporting his weight even when his feet hit the ground. Zaida took the werewolf’s other side, glaring at Aiden on their way out. They’d have to find another way for Scott to save Malia.

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Cutscene: Reinforcements

Taking place on the southern outskirts of Anima.

Wherever she was, it had definitely seen better days. Was it just her or did Mistral have more abandoned and ruined towns than advertised. Violet had never been to Anima before so she didn’t really know one way or the other. Then again, given that Mistral is known for having lots of large Grimm and bandits, that didn’t surprise her. She even read about a start-up kingdom being destroyed by a single massive one though the name escaped her.

These places never had a lot of huntsmen. That couldn’t have helped.

Whatever it was that happened here charred the place. There wasn’t a single log or stone that wasn’t blackened to some capacity. That was more than likely bandits who lit a fire under the city so the Grimm would go after the chaos and the flames rather than them.

Then she heard the snapping sounds. They came from a lot of different directions. Grimm were still here. She didn’t have a lot of business fighting them. She was the only one here, wasn’t she? Violet slid her back foot into a fighting stance and winced at the jolt of pain in her stomach. She had miraculously been found out in that desert and got her wound treated, but it wasn’t fully healed yet. That would take time and better medical care than a dusty outpost could provide.

She saw the beowulves appear in one of the biggest packs she’s ever seen. Individually they weren’t a problem and even small groups were only a minor threat to a trained huntress, but she wasn’t at 100% and counted their number at far too many.

She pulled out her pistols and flared out the whip halves. She needed to keep as many of them as far away as possible. She didn’t need to guess whether or not they saw her.

They charged; so did she.

She twirled into her first strike, creating a ring of spinning metal and cable around her. Several took the blows but looked more inconvenienced than seriously injured. Dodging incoming blows wasn’t impossible, but the jolts of pain in her midsection made it harder than usual. She felt a force slam into her back, sending her right to the ground. She only had enough time to roll out of the way of a second strike, fire at a third Grimm to drop it, and try to get back into position and play keep away again.

This went on for what felt like an hour though it was certainly a lot less. She didn’t have the aura to keep herself defended and light off her semblance. No one would see it below the treeline anyway.

Not below the tree line!

She wasn’t sure if she could even do this, but she had to try. Putting all her energy into dodging the mass of claws, fangs, and terror before leaping over the swing of a particularly large one and vaulting herself upward. She aimed a shot upward and the barrel glowed with light.

Come on...

Instead of her flash ringing out right in front of her, the combination of trying to force it forward and the gunfire shot it into the sky. A extremely loud flashbang cracked into the sky. She prayed someone would see it. She wasn’t going to be able to do that again.

She landed clumsily, but thankfully wasn't harmed. She was still in the middle of a pack of angry Grimm, though.

The wind picked up out of nowhere. The gusts felt almost razor sharp. Even the Grimm were howling in pain.

Then the footsteps and the gunfire came.

Atlas troops!? There were only a few of them but that was very clearly Atlas equipment. She couldn’t count them but there were less than a dozen- and was one of them flying!?

“You okay, kid!?” The flying soldier shouted down from above. He swooped through another group of the Grimm, sending them flying- some without all of their limbs. It looked like the air itself was slicing through them. The mechanical wings on his back collapse as he skids onto the ground next to her. He makes a waving motion and the small squad he was apparently commanding started taking out the flanks. There were still a lot left.

Then he took his wings off. They folded outward like a case that could be snapped shut. He pointed the opening toward the funneling crowd of Grimm and it started to radiate energy.

“You’re going to want to stand back!” He shouts, bracing what was now a rather hefty particle cannon. 

The blast was an enormous stream of light purple light that left a large streak of dirt where ground and structures used to be. Violet had to shut her eyes tightly being so close to it. The guy using that thing was probably lucky he was wearing those goggles. After that, what was left of the pack had begun dispersing. Once things started clearing up the other soldiers began rushing about the scene, apparently looking for any hidden survivors. she wondered if they planned where their commander was going to shoot to prevent any possible casualties. No major buildings were in the way of the blast after all.

“Who else is out here?” He turns to her. “Where’s your family? Are there any other survivors? Are you a huntress on the scene?”

Violet takes a moment to right herself. She stood up straighter and tried to see what she could about this guy. She managed to recognize a rank insignia and a patch on the armor’s shoulder she wouldn’t have recognized if she didn’t see the wings. “I’m fine, Lieutenant.” She says, “There’s no one else here. I was an Atlas cadet actually. As far as I know, this place was abandoned. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“The hell’s an Atlas cadet doing all the way out here?” Morado muttered to himself but didn’t bother to disguise his volume. It wasn’t a problem if the kid heard him. “So you’re alright? Do you need medical attention? We have a medic with us.”

“I probably should get checked up.” She agreed, “What are you guys doing out here, anyway? Is the military trying to protect the other schools or something?”

“No reason not to explain it since you’ll hear it later anyway- We’re AWOL. The General demanded all Atlas forces pull back to the kingdom. Not even Mantle’s got its protection right now. We decided to compare the last ‘great idea’ the brass had to what happened and Beacon and refused orders. People out here need us,” He looks over at Violet as living proof of his point, “Obviously. Huntsmen have been disappearing, too. When one kingdom falls to terrorists, that’s a disaster. When a second one is suspiciously undermanned, there’s something else happening and I don’t think they want to admit it.”

Dad would have been proud of these guys. She prayed they weren’t a rarity in the army. She was lead to a place to sit where a medical trooper pulled out a first aid kid. Standard Atlas army suite, but it was still good. She lifted up her shirt to reveal the bandaged wound on her stomach. The winged commander looked away, shifting his focus to watching the search. After a few more moments she finally spoke up. “You’re with the Dustwing Project.”

The soldier buckled in a mild surprise and/or panic. “How do you know about that!?” He asks with more worry than anger in his voice.

“My uncle is a Major, sir.” She explains. The medical officer had undone the bandages and was inspecting the wound. She overheard the muttering of it healing well, but slowly, something about fresh bandages and mild painkillers, and wanting to meet whoever did this. There was also a question about her other scar she ignored. “By the way, I’m looking for someone, do you know if you’ve seen them? Blonde and green-eyed like me. He’d be in his early 30s, about five-ten, and has two weapons with him. A blade and a sickle. He’s-”

The soldier apparently heard enough. There was a sense of recognition on his face. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Goodfellow, Sir. Violet Goodfellow. I’m... looking for my brother.”

“Robin Goodfellow!?” Apparently they knew each other. “I graduated Atlas with that asshole!” He stopped before he said anything else. “Uh... no offense. We didn’t get along.”

Violet was more irritated by the fact that she wasn’t offended by this at all. Then again, Robin did try to kill her. Best leave that part out for now. “So... have you seen him?”

“Sorry, but we’ve been too busy playing damage control with all the missing huntsmen. I get you want to find your brother. It’s the principle of the matter, right? Still, you’re safer with us. We can’t slow down but we can keep an eye out while we’re trying to help out.”

Violet stands up now that the bandages are resecure and smooths out her shirt again. The medic gives a cue and the soldier turns around again. She manages to look him right in the... er... reflective visor. “Alright.” She had to admit this was probably going to be easier travelling with them- or at least safer. “Just be warned, I’m looking for a few people, actually. I’ve... uncovered something, something dangerous. I don’t have the full info anymore but I can give you a summary. I might know where your missing huntsmen have gone.”

The soldier smirks. “Fair enough. Give us a summary on the way out of here. I’ll introduce you to the squad soon; I’m Lieutenant Morado Amun. That over there is Medical Officer Ash Dickinson. You’ll hear a few of the guys call him ‘Doctor Dick’ so... ignore that.”

Violet chuckles. “Atlas Academy, remember? I’ve heard worse from the drill instructors.”

A soldier rushes toward them with his scroll. “Sir! S.O.S. from a nearby village. They say there’s armed bandits surrounding the area!”

“Fair enough. Anyway, welcome to the Dustwings, Cadet Goodfellow. I’d give you an introduction but we’d better get moving!”

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Hiiiiiiiii- ok first of all your art is amazing- I saw that I take writing prompts, so I was having this idea from ur last post on insta,like a mighty yautja hunter, who so intimidating, that even his clan mates are intimidated by him, however he has like a soft for his PEEPA- like he'd be doing the heftiest honorable tasks,but feel more happy when helping the elderly yautja, and THEN there's the reader who happened to be a nurse,a medical nurse or a caretaker in an elderly house,and she ends up falling for the BIG scary warrior and doesn't know how to approach him, however he notices how she's so helpful to those around her, specially the elderly and how she takes great care of them,he starts to admire her for that aaaand y know:')

Word count: 1,551

Sorry it took me so long to get to this, lol. I hope you enjoy this really wholesome short story. Also thank you. And guess what, you get more of Peepa.

Kindle to a flame

As the morning rose, life in the small village began to appear. Mothers, hunters/huntresses, and pups were the first to wake. Today was cooler than the others, giving the morning a chilly start. Peepa, unlike the rest of the Elders of his clan, liked to have an early start to his day. He slowly made his way to the meal hall where breakfast was always served.

A big and burly hunter followed behind the old yautja, "good morning my Elder." He greeted. Peepa turned to look who was speaking to him. He squinted, "Huh? What was that?"

"I said good morning my Elder." He spoke a little louder.

"Oh. Good morning." Peepa gave a little smile. "You look just like my grandson. He's big like you."

"I am your grandson Peepa." The hunter helped him to a seat in the meal hall.

"Huh?"

"I am your grandson." He said a bit louder.

"Oh. I thought you were more handsome." Peepa waited for his food to be served. He had no teeth so he had to have all of his food mashed up. The hunter grabbed a plate of food for Peepa and squished up all of what was on the plate. He then gave it to the old yautja. He ate it slowly while the hunter watched over his Elder.

"You got any mates yet?" Peepa wondered.

"No, not yet. You asked me this yesterday morning."

"I did?"

"Yes, you did Peepa."

From afar, you watched this large hunter help the oldest yautja to the meal hall. Every morning you would see the two and it made your day to see such a mighty hunter be so gentle and kind like this. You grabbed a plate of food and sat at a table nearby the two to listen in on their conversation. You always did this since they had the most entertaining convos.

You would help take care of the other Elders of the clan, and you knew that Peepa was a handful. He had to be watched by someone else, but you've heard stories about how he's gone out in the middle of the night to look for his supposed pet you've heard him talk so much about.

You didn't know much about who this big hunter was though. You did notice that many of his peers are afraid of him, and in all honesty, you were too. You've heard talk about how he's a newly Blooded hunter. He can't be though, right? He's too big. As you wound up deep in thought, one sentence you overheard brought you back.

"I don't care if you think you it's small, it's probably not given your size." Peepa said a little too loud. You looked over and saw that the hunter was trying to quiet down Peepa, but it didn't work. You laughed to yourself since you didn't know the context to that sentence and your dirty mind just got the best of you.

You saw the two leave a few minutes later and you finished up your breakfast. Now that you thought about it, you had a slight crush on this big hunter, but what would he think about you? You're only just a human slave who has the duty to care for the Elders of this Bad Blood clan. Surely he wouldn't be attracted to you... but then again... this is a Bad Blood clan and their ways of life are different compared to the other yautja you've been a slave to.

This clan actually treats you better... you finished up your breakfast and got ready for the long day ahead.

-few hours later-

While running errands for the Elders, you weren't looking where you were going since a young yautja kept pestering you. You ran right into the big brute you saw earlier this morning with Peepa.

"Oh- I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. It's totally my fault." You had dropped the things you were carrying and you nervously apologized to this mighty hunter. He looked down at you and then bent down. He helped pick up your things without saying a word. Once you were done picking the stuff up, you thanked him and he nodded. It looked like he wanted to say something but the sight of Peepa running with a stick aflame caught his attention and he ran after the old trouble maker.

You thought the sight of an old yautja running with a firy stick was slightly amusing. It was even more amusing to see this big yautja chasing after Peepa. You sighed and went back to running your errands.

-next day in the afternoon-

You were helping an Elder make his way to the hot springs for bathing. You carried their new change of clothes as well as a towel for them along with some cloth to scrub him with. When you got there, you saw that big yautja again. This time he was moving big rocks into the deep end of the hot springs so that Peepa won't cause a scene. He also moved out debree from the water.

He looked at you and you looked at him. You turned your gaze away from him as you blushed. You helped the old yautja you were with and got his clothes off. You helped him into the water and began to bath him. The big yautja did thw same for Peepa but Peepa was being more difficult.

Every so often you would glance at the two. You would listen in onto their conversations since they were always so interesting and funny. You admired how this big yautja had the patients of a Saint with Peepa since he was very difficult to deal with at times.

What you didn't know was that this big yautja, he noticed how tender and kind you were to all the Elders of the clan. He liked how you would help them with anything and how you were always there for them and their every need. It made him smile when you weren't looking and it made him happy to know that a human slave did their job so well.

Once the big yautja was done cleaning Peepa, he made sure he got dressed properly. You did the same to the Elder you were looking after. Once you were both done, the big yautja came up to you. You felt a bit nervous again seeing him this close to you. You felt so small when he was right by you.

"Ooman... your work is appreciated. You are delicate to our elders.. and-"

"Just ask her out already!" He was interupted by Peepa. You blushed from Peepa's words, "We all know you like the little ooman! Just get on with it and make her yours!"

The big yautja's face turned red and he was trying to shut Peepa up but that didn't work. He just kept on shouting out what was on his mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm just gonna go.." He grabbed Peepa by the arm and scuttled off with him before you could say anything. He seemed really embarrassed. You felt really embarrassed too. The old yautja you were looking after was completely deaf so you were happy he didn't hear all the commotion.

-later that night-

You had just put all of the Elders to bed and you finally had your break. You went out and sat on a large boulder in the open field right next to all of the huts. This large boulder had a flat large surface on the top of it and it was your favorite spot to rest at. You breathed in and sighed out. Another long day over. You heard a twig snap behind you and you shot up to look at who made the noise. It was the big yautja.

You relaxed a bit and laid back down on the boulder. He climbed up the boulder and sat right by you. You both sat in silence for a few seconds before you both started to speak at the same time.

"I'm sorry, you go ahead." You spoke softly.

"No, you can speak first." He looked at you as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Today at the hot springs... was Peepa just being himself, or...?"

The big yautj turned his face away from you. You assumed Peepa said those things on purpose in front of the both of them to stirr up something... and it did. It got the big and scary brute to be embarrassed ans flustered. You didn't know he got flustered so easily until now.

"I do like you... Peepa just says those things to entertain himself cause he knows it's true... He means well, hehe."

Your face turned red, "wh.. I uh, I mean.. yeah! I like you too!"

He turned to face you. Both of your faces were red. He looked just as nervous as you and you couldn't help but laugh. You were so afraid but looking at him now, you were no longer scared. The big yautja looked confused.

"Why are you laughing?"

"It's just because of this whole situation. I just find it funny!"

He smiled and agreed. You both laid on that boulder and looked at the stars in the night sky together and just talked for hours.

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A Semi-Apple Pie Life (Chapter 5)

A/N: 8 months later and I’m back! Who missed this story? Well here’s a new chapter and it’s lengthy. 12 DAYS UNTIL SEASON 2 DROPS!!! 

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Winchester!OC 

Summary

[Previous Chapter]

Warning: Foul langauge

Skylar woke up early the next morning, her internal clock still set on just getting four hours of sleep. She didn't see Samandriel anywhere in the room and figured he was still out. She knew he'd show up eventually, he was her best friend. The young huntress pulled herself out of bed and her sock cladded feet carried her to the window in her motel room. She pulled the blinds open to see that it was still a bit dark out but, the sun was starting to rise which was starting to change the color of the sky. Instead of watching the sunrise from the window, Skylar decided to step out of the room and leaned against the railing that was across from her room.

Her amber eyes watched as the sky went from a midnight blue to red-orange as the sun came up. It was a pretty sight, especially with it reflecting off the water. But, it was early and she was supposed to be living a normal life so she reentered her room, closed the door behind her and laid back down on the bed. It took a few minutes until she fell back asleep. Hours later, a blaring siren caused Skylar to jolt awake. She was alert immediately, getting up from the bed and looking out the window as she had left the blind open that faced outward to motel parking lot. The young huntress could see trees bending in the wind, at the same time she heard the familiar sound of angel wings coming from behind her.

"Skylar!" Samandriel called her name in a worried tone.

She turned around, looking at the angel in confusion.

"Samandriel? What's wrong?" she asked him.

He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her and drew her into his chest.

"Have to get you out of here now!" he says before teleporting her out of the motel.

They reappeared back at the bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, in Skylar's room. Samandriel let go of the girl then, taking a step back from her.

"What's the matter Samandriel? Why did you bring me back to the bunker?" the youngest Winchester asked him.

"There was hurricane approaching Kildare Island, it won't be safe to return there until tomorrow. That motel wasn't a safe place to be when the hurricane hits." he explains.

Skylar nods in understanding.

"Alright, we'll spend the day here in the bunker and then return to the motel in the morning." she tells him.

The two of them spent the rest of the day in the bunker together, luckily it seemed like the brothers were out on a hunt so they were able to roam around the bunker without having to explain why they were there. For the rest of the day, they hung out in Dean's Man Cave, watching Netflix on the plasma screen and Sky snacked on junk food. When nighttime rolled around, the youngest Winchester vacated the Man Cave in favor of heading into the kitchen to make herself something for dinner. Samandriel walked in behind her, keeping an eye on her as she cooked. She made herself a grilled cheese sandwich as well as heating up a can of tomato soup. Once her dinner was ready, she ate it and the angel joined her at the table. The angel watched as the young huntress dipped one half of her grilled cheese sandwich into the bowl of tomato soup before eating it. Samandriel never got to experience tasting food as an angel he could only taste the molecules. Skylar finished up her food and stuck her dishes in the sink before heading for her room, ready for bed after a lazy day. Dressed in her pajamas, she laid down in bed and eventually fell asleep.

The next afternoon, the brunette with blonde highlights found herself back in her motel room. She and Samandriel were getting ready to move the mattress outside when they heard voices outside, knocking on the door of the room next to them.

"Housekeeping!" Skylar heard one of the voices say in a high-pitched voice.

She giggled slightly at the ridiculous tone before moving to the window to peek out the blinds. She saw two familiar boys that she had seen at the Wreck the other day that were standing outside the room next door before they entered the room.

"Uh, a little help?" Samandriel spoke up, holding one end of the mattress.

Skylar turned away from the window and picked up the other side of the mattress to carry it outside. They set it up against the railing so it could dry out and the huntress took a moment to look at the door to the next room, she could hear the boys moving around the room before hearing frantic voices from below. She walked to the end of upper floor to see Kie and a friend of hers climbing off a boat before racing to stand under a window. She looked around to figure out what was causing them to panic and spotted a pair of police officers coming up the stairs. Putting two and two together, figuring the boys were up to no good in the neighboring room and that the cops were headed to the same room. She needed to buy a few seconds while Kie and her friend did what they could to alert the boys in the room.

"Want a free mattress?" she overheard one cop asked.

She noticed it was a male and female duo.

"How about a free lamp?" the guy asked his partner.

"Good day officers." the young huntress greeted the two.

"G'day," the female officer greeted the girl.

The male just nodded his head in a greeting.

"Checking in on the residents of the motel?" Skylar asked them as they walked by her.

The male froze and his partner stopped beside him. The male cop turned around to face the youngest Winchester.

"Umm…yes, that is exactly what we're doing. How are you?" he asks her.

Skylar observed the man, he was lying straight through his teeth. They weren't here to check on whoever was staying at the motel, they were visiting for something else. But she knows it best not to say anything about it.

"I'm good. Glad the hurricane didn't do too much severe damage around here." she says.

The officers nodded their heads and carried on their way. Skylar watched as the they approached the room next door and she could only hope the boys inside had been warned. She ran towards the end of the outer hallway and could see Kie and her other friend back on the boat. She heard something clatter on the ground before watching as Kie's friend that was on the boat with her spin around and started a conversation with Kie. Skylar figured that one of the cops were looking out the window in that moment and they were trying to seem non-suspicious. She then leaned over the railing just a bit and looked around to see if she could spot what fell to the ground when she turned her head to the left, she saw the two boys that had gone into the room were now standing on a slanted roof piece outside the window. The blond with hazel eyes locked eyes with her amber ones and he gave her a cocky smirk. She rolled her eyes at his behavior before she was pulled backwards. Samandriel had pulled her back into their room just before the cops came out of the room next door. She watched as the two cops walked by her room, the male holding a duffel bag.

"That, was close. Thanks Samandriel." Skylar said to the angel.

"Of course. You are supposed to be keeping a low profile while you're here." he reminds her.

"Right, and being on some dirty cops' police radar wouldn't exactly be laying low." Skylar says.

Samandriel nodded in his head in agreement, "Exactly."

He thought for a moment, "Wait, dirty cops?" he asks, confused.

"A corrupted cop who part takes in illegal activities or abuses their authority. Those cops walked out with a duffel bag and something tells me there's more going on then collecting someone's belongings." she tells him.

The youngest Winchester then poked her head out of the room and looked around before stepping out of the room. She makes her way to the room next door and tries the handle, surprised to discover that the door was unlocked. She opened the door and walked into the room. Samandriel trailed in behind her and watched as she looked around the room. The brunette with blonde highlights haired female searched the room for any clues. Her amber eyes fell on a black safe that lied within a cabinet, which had been left open. She approached the safe and squatted down to get a better look at it.

"Wait! Don't touch it." Samandriel spoke up from the doorway.

Skylar turned her head to look at her best friend, "Don't worry, I'm not going to touch it." she assures him.

She pulls out a pair of latex hand gloves from her back pocket that she had shoved in there and put them on before opening the safe and taking a peek inside of it.

"I knew it, there is something more going on here." she says as she looks at what's inside the safe.

She then pulls out her pocket flashlight and shone the light inside, scanning the safe. She hummed thoughtfully as she looks around the safe before turning the light off and putting her flashlight away. She carefully closed the safe door before standing up and peeled the gloves off. She walks out of the motel room and Samandriel follows her back into their room.

"Just as I suspected. Those cops are dirty. There was a nine and a half by twelve and a half envelope missing out of the safe, as well as a gun and three small stacks of money. I'm assuming that one of the two boys took the gun and a stack of money while the cops indulged themselves in a stack of money each and removed the envelope due to whatever was inside it." she tells the angel.

The brunet looked at her in surprise, "How'd you know that?" he wonders.

"Whoever was staying in that room didn't touch what they had placed in the safe, after the original placing. Dust collected overtime as the safe hadn't been opened. So there was an outline of where the envelope had been sitting and there was a clean area surrounded by lots of dust as if something had been lying there which prevented dust to getting in that area. I also remember hearing a clattering sound when we were moving the mattress out of the room, I know what the sound of a falling hand gun sounds like as I've had my own gun get thrown out of my hand on hunts. Plus, I counted the money and that's how I know three stacks of it were gone too." Skylar informs him.

Samandriel nodded his head in understanding, her reasoning made sense to him. He heard a loud rumbling sound then, turning his attention back to his friend.

"Did you eat breakfast?" He inquires.

The youngest Winchester smiles sheepishly before shaking her head.

"Skylar Winchester! You humans need to be eating at least 3 meals a day." Samandriel tells her.

"I know, I know. I just forgot to have breakfast today, was busy doing something else."

He sighs, "Come on then. Let's get you some food."

Skylar nodded her head and the two of them left the motel. They headed to the Wreck and the youngest Winchester took notice that Kiara wasn't in. She order food and ate once it was brought to her table. Samandriel took to people watching while Skylar ate, he noticed that there seemed to be differences with the people and how they acted. When Skylar had finished eating and paid along with tipping, the two of them decided to take a walk around the island, exploring.

"Huh, the island seems to be split by class." Skylar observed.

"What do you mean?" Samandriel asked in confusion.

"Well, the motel we're staying at. It was run down but, still in decent condition. These houses around here are in better condition than the motel was. I noticed the change awhile back." she tells him.

Samandriel nodded his head in understanding.

The two continued their exploration until night fell. As they made their way back to their motel, Skylar could hear voices coming from a nearby beach. She changed her direction and headed for the beach instead, Samandriel followed behind her. When they got to the beach, Skylar was surprised to see so many people gathered in one place.

"Hey, Skylar!" a voice called out.

The girl looked around for who called her name. She didn't have to look hard as Kiara walked right up to her.

"Oh, hey Kie." the brunette with blonde highlights greeted.

"I'm glad you're here. Would you like a drink?" Kiara asks.

"I uh...sure, why not." Skylar said.

Kiara took Skylar's hand and pulled her further onto the beach. The two girls stopped in front of a keg and Kiara filled up a red Solo cup for the girl before handing it off to her. Skylar took a look inside the cup before downing all of it contents. She couldn't help but, make a face at the alcohol burning her throat.

"First time drinking?" Kiara wondered.

Skylar nodded her head, "Yeah."

Kiara takes the cup from her and fills it up again before giving it back to her. Skylar drinks it all and then Kiara takes her hand again.

"Come on, let's party."

Skylar followed Kiara's lead and enjoyed the party with her, drinking more as the night progressed. At some point, the girls calmed down and just spoke with one another. Their attention was drawn to loud voices near the ocean. A fight broke out between two boys and they made their way to the front of the group.

"Guys? Guys!" Kiara called out.

There was nothing they could do, having to be witnessess to the brawl. Around them, the others were chanting for the two boys to fight.

"Stop! John B!" Kiara called out again, pleading for her friend to stop.

The fight was taken into the water as the boys attacked one another and one boy began to hold the other boys head in the water.

"Topper! Topper, stop! No!" Another girl cried out.

"No!" a boy standing beside Kiara shouted.

Skylar felt helpless as she was frozen by the scene playing out in front of her. The boy then turned to Kiara.

"He's drowning him." he tells her.

"I know." she responded.

"Topper!" the same girl from before shouted.

Then a blond boy intervined and put a gun to the back of Topper's head. Topper froze when he realized what it was.

"Yeah, you know what that is. Your move broski." the boy said.

"Come on. Chill, dude!" someone shouted.

"JJ!" the girl cried out.

"Chill!" the boy that had been standing beside Kiara shouted.

"JJ! Stop!" Kiara shouted.

"JJ! Put the gun down." a female voice said.

"Did you say something, Princess?" JJ asked her, gun still pressed against the back of Topper's head.

"We're good. We're good." Topper tells him, putting his hands up. "Alright? Come on, man!"

JJ shoved Topper down into the water and turned around.

"Kie! Can you check your psycho friend, please?" the same girl from before said to Kiara.

When JJ pulled the gun out, Skylar had reached for the back waistband of her jeans as she had her own gun stashed there. Samandriel came up beside her, guarding her.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ shouted pointing the gun into the air and fired two rounds.

"Are you crazy?! You idiot!" a boy shouts at JJ. "Why would you do that?!"

"It's not worth it!" Kiara shouted.

"I was saving his life!" JJ shouted back, shoving the one boy back.

"Stupid! You're gonna jeopardize everything!" the boy shouted.

Skylar took notice of John B. passing out in the ocean. She makes her way over to him and Samandriel follows behind her. He kneels down beside John B. and holds his hand over him before Skylar stops him.

"Don't. You'll expose yourself. These kids don't know anything about what's out there." she whispered to him.

Samandriel nodded his head and put his hand down. Kiara and the two boys came up behind the two of them.

"We're going to take him home," Kiara tells her.

"Let me help you guys." Skylar says.

"No its okay. This is our mess."

"I want to help."

Kiara looked to the two boys with her and they gave her shrugs.

"Okay, you can help."

The five of them picked up John B. out of the water and they brought him to a beat up mini van.

"Place him inside and then we can take it from there." Kiara tells Skylar.

The girl nodded her head and got the van's side door opened before helping the trio get John B. inside. The five of them set him down carefully before Kiara, JJ and the other boy turned to Skylar and her friend.

"Thank you for this. I'm sorry my idiot friends ruined our night." Kiara tells Skylar.

"They didn't ruin the night. It was pretty interesting for my first party." Skylar said.

"Well, I hope we get to see you more often." JJ flirted.

Kiara elbowed him in the side and Skylar laughed.

"You guys are definitely an interesting bunch.

"Sky, we better be getting back." Samandriel tells her.

"I apologize but, my friend has a point. We'll see y'all around." Skylar tells them.

Kiara, JJ and the other boy gave her a nod before giving waves. Skylar and Samandriel gave the trio waves of their own before turning around and heading back to their motel. They returned to their room and Skylar retired for the night.

The next morning, Skylar woke up with a pounding headache and the sunlight shining into the motel room wasn't helping. Samandriel approached her bedside, checking on her wellbeing.

"Ugh, I don't know how Dean drinks all the time. My head is killing me." she groans.

"That's because your brother started drinking when he was around your age and is now an alcoholic. He also drinks every so often during the day and not all at once like you just did last night. Unless he goes to a bar." Samandriel tells her.

"Never again, I feel like shit."

Samandriel places two fingers against Skylar's forehead and his eyes became a blueish-silvery color as his grace ran through the youngest Winchester's body. She let out a sigh of relief as his grace healed her. When he was done, Samandriel took his fingers off her forehead and he looked down at her.

"Mmm...much better. Thank you Samandriel." she tells him.

"You're welcome." he responds.

Skylar then hummed thoughtfully, "I would like to check up on John B. That fight was pretty rough last night and he was nearly drowned."

"That sounds like a good idea." Samandriel agrees.

She nods and then climbs out of bed to get ready for the day. Samandriel stepped out to give her privacy to change. Once she was ready, Skylar joined the angel outside. The two headed out, and Skylar decided they should head to the Wreck first to ask Kiara where John B. lived. The two journied to the place and entered the diner when they arrived. Skylar looked around for Kiara and found her behind the counter.

"Hey Kie, good morning." she greets the girl.

"Oh, hey Skylar. Morning to you as well. What can I do for you?" Kiara wonders.

"I was wondering if you would mind telling me where John B. lives. I just want to check up on him after last night."

"That'd actually be great. Pope and I haven't had the chance to check on him because we both have to work this morning and JJ is most likely still out cold at his home."

Kiara gave Skylar directions to John B's house and the girl gave her farewells before leaving, Samandriel following out behind her. The two of them began the walk to John B's house. When they eventually arrived, they could hear voices inside.

"You're skimmin' above the surface, John B. Now down here is foster car, juvie. Pretty big drop for a smart kid like you. Up here is you and your little friends doing whatever you want. Outer Banks...or foster care on the mainland." a female voice said.

Skylar started patting herself before finding what she was looking for and walked up to John B's house. Samandriel hung back.

"John B? You home?" she asked, knocking on the screen door.

Inside she could see John B. and a police officer, both who turned their heads to see who was there. John B. had a look of confusion on his face and the police officer seemed a little irritated. Skylar opens the screen door and steps into the house.

"Ma'am, is there a problem?" she asks the officer.

"Who are you?" the officer asked instead.

"Agent Wilson with NOV-8," Skylar tells her before pulling out her badge to show the officer.

"NOV-8? Never heard of it and you look a little young to be an agent." the officer said.

"We're an elite international organization of women operatives from all over the world. They keep an eye on exceptionally, intelligent females, like myself, and hire them once they believe they are ready no matter the age." Skylar explained, putting her badge away.

"Now, is there a problem here?" she repeats her question.

"Just questioning John B. here and letting him know that he will have to go into foster care as he isn't old enough to be on his own." the officer tells her.

"I'm sorry but, that can't happen. John B. here is my charge. NOV-8 is an only a female organization but, we send our agents out into the field every now and again to work with our counterparts that we have on radar. John B. happens to be one of those men." Skylar explained.

"I see..." the officer says.

She then turns back to John B. "Are you sure you didn't come across a wreck yesterday?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure." John B. answers.

"It's better if you didn't, understand? I'm gonna look the other way, as long as you stay out of the marsh." the officer tells him.

She moves past John B. and Skylar to walk out the door.

"I got dogs livin' better than this, John B. You might wanna think about cleaning up." she remarks before walking out of John B.'s house.

Said boy turns to look at Skylar when the officer was gone.

"Agent Wilson?" he asked in confusion.

"What? Oh, no. My name is Skylar Winchester. That was just an elaborate lie I came up with. It's kinda what I do..." the brunette with blonde highlights explained.

"Wow. That was a really impressive lie. I actually believed you." John B. tells her.

Skylar shrugged, "Like I said, it's kind of what I do. Now, are you alright? I actually came here to check up on you after last night."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'm good. Not the first brawl I've gotten into." he says.

She steps closer to him, and carefully raises her hands to place them on his cheeks. John B. allows her to do so and watches her.

"That black eye doesn't look so good." she notes.

"I don't know, I think it makes me look tuff." John B. comments.

"John B! You inside?" a voice called from outside.

Skylar quickly pulled her hands away from John B's face and stepped back from the curly haired boy. The blond boy entered the home, minutes later.

"Oh, hey Skylar. I wasn't expecting to see you here." JJ says.

"Hey JJ," she gives him a smile. "I was just checking up on your friend here after last night."

"It is not the first brawl we've ever gotten into. Pogues vs Kooks is a daily occurance." JJ explains.

"John B. was just telling me." she says.

"Well, I better be getting going." she mentions.

"No!" both boys exclaimed.

"You can stay here, we don't mind." John B. tells her.

"Hey wait a minute, where's your shadow?" JJ wonders.

"My friend Alfie? He's around." she says.

"Oh, alright. Kiara and Pope should be here soon." JJ tells her.

The trio hung around John B's house, the boys getting to know Skylar until Pope and Kiara showed up. Everyone moved outside to hang out on the porch.

"I almost wanted to call this whole thing off. Peterkin told me that she'd help me with DCS if we stayed out of the marsh but then, Skylar here showed up and told such a believable lie that even Peterkin believed her and left me alone." John B. tells the others.

"Woah, how did you pull that off?" JJ wonders.

"It's just something I do. You just need to believe in the lie you're telling and tell it with confidence." Skylar tells him.

"Would you mind demonstrating?" he asks.

The others turned to her, curious and she shrugs.

"Sure, I guess. Umm...my name is Skylar Winchester, I'm a huntress but, not the kind you usually think of. I hunt the monsters that are out there, the monsters you only read about in books. My friend Alfie is actually named Samandriel and he's an angel. I'm also friend's with the king of Hell."

The Pogues shared looks with each other before looking back at her.

"Wow, you're right John B. I actually believed her." JJ says.

"That's a very impressive lie." Pope comments.

"What do you do that requires you to lie elaboratly?" Kiara inquires.

Skylar only gave them a smile, one that told them that she had secrets that she intended to keep hidden.

"John B, listen to me. I have a plan." JJ says, changing the subject.

"You've got the key to Cameron's big boat, right?"

"No," John B tries to dismiss the blond's idea.

"There's scuba gear. We borrow that and go down to the wreck this afternoon, that will save you for certain. You don't see rich kids in foster care." JJ says.

John B looked at his friend blankly before sighing.

"Alright, fine. I'll meet you guys once I've got the equipment." he says.

Everyone parts ways and Skylar reunites with Samandriel and the two of them head down to the beach.

"So, tell me about your new friends." Samandriel says as he walks alongside Skylar.

"They're not my friends, Samandriel. I just saved John B. from being taken into foster care and his friends are grateful."

"But, didn't they just invite you to hang out with them?"

"I mean...I guess."

"Then they'll be your friends soon enough, as long as you give them a chance."

Skylar sighs, "I'll try my best. But it won't be easy. They clearly don't know what's out there."

"Maybe so but, you aren't supposed to be a huntress here. You're supposed to be a normal teen girl."

"Samandriel, I can't just stop being a huntress. It's a part of me. But, you're right. Sam and Dean sent me away so I can try to be normal while they deal with Amara..."

Before Samandriel could say anything more, JJ approached the duo.

"Hey Skylar. John B's got the gear. We're meeting at the dock and I'm here to bring you there."

"Right, okay. Oh, JJ this is my friend Alfie." Skylar introduces the blond to the brunet standing beside her.

"Nice to meet you, man. You coming with?" JJ wonders.

"No, no. I have my own things to do." Samandriel tells him.

"Alright well, you ready?" JJ asks, turning to look at Skylar.

The girl looks at Samandriel, who gave her a subtle nod, before she looked back at JJ.

"Yeah, lead the way."

The duo walk away from the beach, heading in the direction of John B's house.

"So what brings you to the Outer Banks?" JJ wonders.

"Vacation." Skylar answered.

"Ah, so you're a Touron then."

"I uh...I guess so."

"So is it just you and your friend then?"

"Yeah, yeah it is. My brothers...they're busy with some family business and sent me here with my best friend to relax."

"I see. And are the two of you...?"

"What? Oh! No, no. We're just friends, really good friends. And no, to answer your next question, there's no one back home either. It's just me and my brothers. It's been that way since I was eleven."

When the last sentence came out of her mouth, Skylar had a flashback to when her mother had been possessed by a Leviathan who had attempted to kill her before Dean sliced her head clean off with his machete.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry. I didn't..."

"It's alright. You didn't know and I've had time to grieve."

An awkward silence fell over the two of them until JJ cleared his throat.

"Um...the dock is right down there. C'mon."

He heads down and Skylar follows after him. The others were there, on the boat, waiting on them. When the duo boarded the HMS Pogue, John B. drove the boat out into the marsh. When they got to where, Skylar assumed the sunken boat was, John B. parked the boat and dropped the anchor while Kie starts to check the oxygen levels of the tanks that John B. had stolen.

"This is empty. You took empty tanks?" she questioned.

"I-" John B. takes a seat beside her.

Kie checks another tank, "Okay, this one's a quarter full. It's enough for one of us."

"Love it when a plan comes together," Pope comments.

"Does anybody know how to dive?" Kie asks.

The boys looks at each other.

"Anybody?"

"It's kind of a Kook sport." JJ says.

"I...read about it." Pope says quietly.

"Great, Pope's read about it. So someone's gonna die." Kie says.

"Look, y-you put the thingie in your mouth and breathe. How hard can it be?" JJ wonders.

"If you come up too fast, nitrogen gets in your bloods and you get the bends." Pope informs him.

"The bends?" JJ asked in confusion. "Like bend over?" he bends forward slightly.

"The bends will kill you." Pope tells him.

"Right." JJ says, pretending he knew that.

"I can...I can dive." John B. pipes up.

"You can dive. I'm cool with that." JJ agrees.

"Since when can you dive?" Kie asks him.

"I'll do it. It's fine." John B. assures her.

"Let me do some calculations real quick." Pope tells him.

He reaches for the pencil and paper on the dashboard of the boat.

"That boat's about 30 feet down."

"Okay," John B said, listening to his friend.

"So, it'll take about 25 minutes at that depth."

"Twenty-five," John B repeats.

“Which means you need to make your safety stop at about...ten feet. All right? For two minutes.” Pope tells him. 

“Yeah, yeah. Ten feet, two minutes. Got it.” John B agrees. 

Kiara suddenly jumps into the water after taking her shirt off. 

“What was that all about?” Pope asks. 

“I don’t know but, I liked it. A lot.” JJ answers. 

Skylar rolls her eyes, typical teenage boy behavior. 

“Uh so...” John B says. 

“Yeah. Uh, when you...uh, when you’re down there, you look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?” JJ says, handing an odd shaped key to his friend. 

“Stick in, twist, pull.” John B repeats. 

“Yeah. My dad moved weight back in the day.” JJ says. 

John B starts to gear up. 

“Hey! I tied my T-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down. It’s where you need to do your safety stop.” Kie calls out. 

“Cool,” John B says. 

“Keep an eye on this,” Pope says, pointing at the oxygen meter. “You need to make sure you have enough air to decompress.” 

“Okay, how much do I need?” John B asks. 

“Unclear. Breathe as little as possible.” 

“Zen. Think Zen, you know.” JJ tells him. 

“Yeah, got it.” 

Kiara climbs back onto the boat. 

“Hey, if we get caught in the marsh, we’re basically screwed so...better get a move on.” Pope says. 

“Copy that.” 

Kie approaches John B and places a kiss on his cheek. He stares at her for a moment, clearly surprised by her action. 

“Diver down?” 

“Diver down.” 

John B pulls the scuba mask over his face before getting into the water. The squad watches as John B swims down. They watch his descend until a siren whoops being them. Pope looks over. 

“Shit, JJ.” 

JJ turns around, “Guys that’s the police.” 

“Oh you gotta be kidding me.” 

Skylar looks between the police boat and the spot where John B had gone down before she kicked her shoes off and jumped into the water. JJ, Pope and Kie look over when they heard the splash but, then looked back at the police boat. 

“Yep, that’s the police.” JJ comments. 

“Just act frickin’ normal.” Kie tells the boys. 

As the trio on the boat deal with the officers, Skylar swims down to John B. She notices him searching the boat, so she helps him. He notices her before continuing his search. It wasn’t long until he found the cargo hold. He inserts the key, twist and pulls, removing the lid. Skylar swims closer to him and helps him pull out a backpack that was inside the cargo hold. Then the duo makes their way to the anchor line and start to head back up. They both stop at Kie’s tied T-shirt and when John B looks up, he notices another boat beside his own. So they wait for the boat to leave. Then they see someone’s silhouette just above the water and they’re still waiting. By the time the other boat finally leaves, John B had run out of air. 

“He’s definitely out of air.” Pope says. 

“And so is Skylar. She jumped in without an oxygen tank and has been down there the whole time.” Kie adds. 

Suddenly, both John B and Skylar’s heads break through the surface.

“There they are!” JJ exclaims. 

“Oh God! Jesus Christ! Don’t scare us like that!” Pope says.

“How’d it go down there?” JJ wonders. 

John B makes an okay sign with his hand before he swims around to the back of the boat, Skylar following behind him. JJ heads to the back of the boat as well. 

“Did you find anything?” he asks. 

“Did I find anything?” John B repeated before lifting the backpack above the water. 

“Yeah, there we go! That’s my boy!” JJ cheered, taking the bag from his friend. 

“Y’all okay?” Kie asks. 

“Yeah, I ran out of air.” John B answered. 

“Doing alright,” Skylar responded. 

“You scared the shit out of me.” Kie tells them. 

“Yeah, the cops were up here, but uh...took care of ‘em.” Pope tells John B. 

John B and Skylar climb up onto the boat. 

“My bad,” John B apologizes. 

“You’re all good.” Pope tells him. 

“Yeah, you kinda missed the show, brother.” JJ says. 

Kiara looks over her shoulder, as John B takes off the oxygen tank, and notices something. 

“Hey, guys? Guys, bogey, two o’clock.” she states. 

“What?” JJ asked. 

Everyone else turns around and looks at the approaching boat. 

“Do you recognize that boat?” Pope asks. 

“I’ve never seen it.” Kie says. “What are they doing back here? The marsh is closed.” 

“Let’s not stick around and find out.” JJ says. 

“JJ, get the bowline.” John B tells his friend.

“Yeah,” he agrees. 

He moves to the front of the boat and gets to work on pulling up the anchor. 

“Should we wait on ‘em?” Pope wonders. 

“No, we’re not.” John B tells him. 

“Are you joking?” Kie asks. 

“Go get the stern. Go!” John B. tells Pope. 

“JJ, hurry up.” Kie tells the blond. 

Skylar kept her eyes on the boat, an unsettling feeling blooming in her gut.

“Guys, don’t wait for me. Go.” JJ says, still pulling up the anchor. 

“Pull out the stern.” Pope says. 

JJ moved a bit further back into the boat after the anchor was up. John B. started up the boat and began to drive. 

“I don’t like this.” he comments. 

“Are they coming for us?” Pope wonders. 

“Maybe they’re out fishing.” John B. suggests.

“Go, go, go, go!” JJ says when he notices the boat still heading in their direction. 

“Go into the marsh,” Pope directs. 

“Let’s go!” Kie says. 

“I’m going,” John B. steers the boat into another part of the marsh. 

“Act natural. Act natural.” Pope tells the others. 

Skylar and Kiara noticed that the mystery boat was following behind them. They share a look before Kiara turns to the boys. 

“Hey guys, they’re following us.” she alerts them. 

“Oh, this can’t be good.” Pope comments. 

“Shit,” John B. mutters under his breath. 

“Dude, you gotta go faster.” JJ tells his friend. 

“I’m going!” 

“Gun it!” 

It became a boat chase, John B. attempted to get away from the strangers but, they continued to pursue the Pogues. John B. would turn around a bend and the other boat would turn not too far behind. Skylar’s eyes went wide as she saw one of the guys pick up a rifle and aimed it in their direction. The man missed but, the Pogues ducked down when they heard the gunshot. 

“What the...” Pope said. 

“Holy shit!” Kiara exclaimed. 

“John B, get down.” JJ tells his friend. 

John B. does his best to continue to steer the boat while crouched down to avoid being shot at. Another shot goes off and luckily misses the teens again. 

“Oh my God, we’re going to die.” Pope cried. 

Skylar stands up and pulls out her handgun from out of the back waistband of her jeans. She takes aim before firing a shot back. 

“What the-” JJ looks up to see the girl standing upright. 

“Keep driving, John B.” Skylar tells the curly haired brunet. 

She fires off another shot just as another one goes off from the guy. She takes the hit in her left side.

“Oh my God!” Kie exclaimed. 

“What? What is it?” John B. asks, looking over his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry about it, keep driving.” Skylar tells him, not faltering as blood poured from her side. 

Kie gets up, “Shit! Pope, move.” 

She moves past him, heading for the front of the boat. She gathers up a net when another gunshot goes off. 

“Get down, Kie!” John B. tells her. 

Skylar fires back but, missed, hearing the bullet clang against the hull of the other boat. Kie walked to the back of the boat and tosses the net into the water and everyone watches as the other boat runs straight over the net before coming to a stop as the net most likely got tied in the rudder of the boat. Another gunshot goes off but, the teens made it away safely. 

“Oh my God! Whoo!” JJ cheered. 

“Whew!” Kie sighed in relief. 

Skylar lowers her arm before she stumbles back, which John B. notices. 

“Boo-yeah! Pogue God, man!” JJ exclaims. 

“Skylar, are you alright?” John B. asks the girl. 

She turns around and offers him a reassuring smile before she collapses to the boat floor. 

“Oh my God!” Kiara exclaimed. 

She makes her way over to the other girl and opens up the girl’s flannel shirt before lifting up the shirt underneath. The first thing she notices is a large scar that ran down from the center of Skylar’s chest to her right hip, she takes note that the scar resembled a claw mark...a very large claw mark. Then she notices the bullet wound on Skylar’s left side. 

“She’s been hit and is bleeding out.” Kiara informed the boys. 

She places her hands on the girl’s wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding. John B. steered the boat back to his dock. When they reached the dock, John B. and JJ tied the boat up before JJ and Pope picked up the unconscious girl and carried her up onto the dock before gently setting her down. Kiara resumed applying pressure to the wound. 

“What do we do?” Kie asks. 

“I...I don’t know.” John B. stuttered. 

“We don’t have what we need to patch her up.” Pope says. 

JJ thinks for a moment before getting an idea. 

“Alfie? Alfie!” he calls out, hoping that the girl’s friend was nearby by chance. 

The Pogues heard a strange noise before turning around, jumping back in surprise at the sudden appearance of Alfie. 

“What happened?” he asks. 

“We...we were being shot at and she took a hit while defending us.” Kiara explained. 

Alfie waks over to Skylar’s unconscious form before crouching beside her. He places a hand over the wound once Kiara moved her hands out of the way. The Pogues watched as some kind of light seemed to emit from Alfie’s hand before watching as the wound heals itself. 

“What in the...” Pope mutters. 

When the gunshot wound was healed, Alfie moved his hand away from the girl and Skylar woke up moments later. 

“Sky! Are you alright?” Kie asks in concern. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright. Not the first time I’ve been shot.” she tells her. 

“What just happened?” Pope wonders. 

Skylar looks at Samandriel before looking at the Pogues. 

“So, what’s in the bag?” she asks, changing the subject. 

The Pogues all look at each other before John B. grabs the discarded bag and starts to go through it. 

“What do you think it is?” Kiara wonders. 

“Gotta be money, right?” John B. says, rifling through the wet bag. 

“That or a couple of keys with street value to the low-to-mid-mils!” JJ says cheerily. 

“Can we please just open the bag?” Pope asks in exasperation. 

“Wow, Pope. That’s a rare outburst of emotion.” John B. says. 

“You guys are literally killing me with anticipation.” Pope tells him. 

John B. continues to rifle through the bag before pulling out a smaller bag. He opens it up and pulls out a metal, cylinder canister. Skylar gets up with the help of Samandriel and makes her way over to the others, watching in anticipation. John B. opens the canister and turns it over. Out slides a compass into his hand. 

“Oh wow. Yup. That’s about right. Good job, everybody. We found a compass.” Pope says. 

JJ takes of his hat and Skylar notices John B’s intense gaze on the compass. JJ turns back, looking at his friend. 

“Dude, what? It’s not worth anything.” He tells his friend. 

“This was my father’s.” John B. shares. 

Kie, Pope and JJ all share a look with each other while Skylar looks at Samandriel. Something told her that something big was about to happen with this group and she had a feeling that she was about to be dragged into it with them. This semi-apple pie life of hers was about to get interesting and she planned on looking after her new friends, and try to keep, what just happened, out of the minds of the Pogues. 

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[phantoms-lair]

The Ghost Town Job Snippet 4

(Not much Leverage Crew in this. Also I planned for this to take place right before Kindred Spirits, before I remembered Lancer bringing up Vlad’s becoming mayor in part one. So for the sake of this fic, Kindred spirits happened after Eye for an Eye)

"So," Valerie’s voice was no less threatening than usual. "If you knew Vlad was scum the whole time, why didn't you tell anyone?" 

Phantom looked at her in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? I think I've made it pretty clear since before he landed in Amity Park I hated him." 

"Yeah, and most ghosts hate the living. Why not share the details you obviously had?" Valerie folded her arms at him. 

"First off, that's not true. Second, I didn't know about that until we found her today, Third..." Phantom trailed off and looked away. For a moment Valerie though he wasn't going to finish. "...My mom." 

"Nice try. Ghosts don't have Moms." Valerie charged her weapons in threat. 

But Phantom looked more unimpressed than threatened. "You do realize I used to be a normal human, right?" 

It felt like a punch in the gut, because no she very much did not. It was easy to fall into the thought pattern of ghosts being these malevolent alien beings she'd somehow forgotten they were people that had died. "What does you Mom have to do with anything?" she hoped she didn't sound as shaken as she felt. 

"Vlad's obsessed with her. He currently thinks he can slime his way into her heart through his money and good image. If he loses that-" Phantom seemed to shrink in on himself. "He might go for being more direct, like not letting her have a say." 

Oh. Oh &$*) Valerie switched her weapons off and flopped down. This was too much in way too short a time. Her mentor she'd been trying to make proud was an amoral madman creating half-ghost clones in the basement of his manor, Phantom was a teen like her who had died, and was trying to protect his mom. And this wasn't even starting on the thief who'd broken into Vlad's house. "Anything else You want to tell me to shatter my world." 

“'Want' is a strong word." Phantom grumbled. 

 Valerie groaned. "What is it?" 

Phantom looked like he really didn't want to continue. "The reason he's trying to create a half ghost kid is, okay, you need to promise you're not going to do something stupid." He started pacing midair. "What am I saying, of course you're going to do something stupid. You've been manipulated and lied to and of course you want to hurt him, I want to hurt him." 

"Phantom-" 

"But when you find out you can, you'll go after him and he's in public and be exposed, and then he won't have any reason to hold back." 

"Phantom-" 

"He's gonna kill Dad. It's easy enough to stop his covert plans, but if he goes brute force full power I can't stop him, I-" 

"Danny!" She didn't like using his first name, not when he shared it with someone she actually liked, but she hoped it would be enough to snap him out of the spiral he was heading into. Sure enough, he head snapped up and his eyes looked, for lack of a better word, haunted. "I don't just hunt for revenge, I do it to protect people. No matter how much I want his head on a pike, I won't put someone else in danger. Including you family." The thought that he had one still made her stomach twist, but she had to get past it.

He took a deep breath (why did he need to breath???) and let it out slowly. "Vlad's half ghost." 

That made no sense, which actually helped her keep what little calm she had left. "You want to break that down for me?" 

"There was an accident in college and- actually better example. Remember that Ghost flu thing? Where everyone seemed to be getting random ghost powers?” “I remember,” Valerie said dryly. She almost destroyed so much of her things through accidental ecto-blasts. At least it gave her practice for controlling the cube lasers in her upgraded suit.

“Like that, but more powers and permanent. And he’s got 20 years to get those powers under his control. In addition he has alliances with a lot of ghosts like Skulker, so minions too." 

"So all this is trying to create someone like him?” It didn’t excuse what she saw, the failed clones, the dissections, but it was at least understandable.” 

"Not just anyone, he's trying to recreate me. My mother's child who would share something with him, something one no else would. He's trying to recreate me as their child."

Valerie suddenly understood why Phantom had thrown up when the got out of the house, she could feel her stomach twisting. "Her human DNA?" God she hoped the answer wasn't what she thought. 

"Probably mine too." 

"Fuck." Because what else was there to say. “We have to save her.”

“I know.” There had been such a temptation to just grab her and get out, but he’d overheard the same conversation between the intruder and whoever she was talking to. The girl wasn’t stable yet and removing her from the pod would kill her. “Maybe we should help the lady who broke into Vlad’s.”

Valerie gave him a look. “You want us to work with a random thief?”

“One, she is a very good thief to get through all of Vlad’s defense. Two, she wanted to save the girl as much as we did, and was stopped for the same reason. Three," Danny threw his arms up. "What could we do next? She's half human. She's going to need food, clothes, a safe place to sleep at night. I can't supply any of that for her. If thief lady is an adult who'd care for her, she can give her a much better life than I could." "What about your family? Wouldn't they be happy to have a part of you that's still alive?" Phantom winced and Valerie realized how cruel a statement that was. But before she could apologize (no matter how much is galled her) Phantom spoke first. "I want to believe that. I want to so badly. But I don't know. Mom and Dad...they don't like ghosts. They think we're all monsters. And while I want to think they could look past the half ghost thing and see her as a person I'm not sure." There was a lot to unpack there, and for the most part Valerie didn't care to. Too many paradigm shifts in one day, she wasn't going to start feeling sympathy for the ghost who ruined her life. "I miss this morning, when my only concern was whether I could blast you out of the sky." 

Phantom snorted. "And I miss thinking you were so low on the danger scale you needed Kwan to beat people up for you. Disabused me of that real fast." 

Valerie sat up, studying the ghost who hadn't seemed to think he'd said anything unusual. But when he had described was when she'd been one of the popular kids, a status she lost before becoming the Huntress. A time in her life Phantom had no reason to know anything about. Unless... "Did we know each other? Before you died?" 

Phantom winced, though whether it was from the mention of his death or the detail of his former life he'd accidentally brought up she couldn't say. "I wouldn't say we knew each other. Like I knew of you 'cause you were one of the A-list kids, but it's not like we ever spoke before the accident." 

He'd attended Casper High before dying in an accident. His parents were anti-ghost. And Valerie realized she filing away clues in her mind. Somewhere in this horrible day she'd discovered Phantom had been a person like her. And if she needed a diversion to keep her from lighting up the mayor, uncovering the mystery of who Phantom has been was a hell of a distraction.

[bowl-of-shortness]

Mellow and Iris facts, not headcanons because I MAKE THE RULES FOR THESE TWO MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

Mellow:

- Mellow loves anything that they can make with their hands.

- Baking, drawing, sewing, toy making, and ESPECIALLY black smithing are all things that they like to do.

- Mellow got into black smithing because of Steel, Steel owns a weapons shop and is retired because of injury from a mission. So of course with said injury it can make things a bit more difficult.

- Mellow noticed their dad struggling one day and stubborn as they were, demanded he teach them. Steel didn’t actually know why Mellow was so dead set on learning how to make and repair weapons until he overheard a conversation between the twins where they mentioned it.

- Mellow and Ochre one night were talking when the subject of identity came into play. Mellow talked for a moment about how they didn’t feel like a girl but also didn’t feel like a dude. And that they felt like something completely different.

- to their pleasant surprise Ochre piped up and said that they felt the same way, the two then started their research on what this was and found out it meant that they were both Non-Binary!

- Mellow. Is. Gay.

- the kind of gay where it’s physically painful if someone doesn’t notice.

- Mellow loves women

- What can’t Mellow function around when they have a crush? Also women.

- Mellow is just a tiny 4’11 Non-Binary person who likes girls and can’t imagine a girl liking them back.

- hence why when Iris actually started talking to them and said she wanted to be friends with them, they kinda just. Broke.

- “Why does such a pretty girl want to be friends with me? ME! OF ALL PEOPLE! THE MOST RECKLESS, OBNOXIOUS PERSON OUT THERE!.”

- ^^ This is a great Segway into my next topic

- after the incident with Mellow’s legs, their self confidence suffers greatly. Seeing everything that made them Mellow in the past as a horrible thing because of what happened to them.

- They are very good at hiding their self confidence issues though so nobody really knows about it yet. They hide it behind self degrading jokes and deflecting compliments by complimenting other.

- After the entire thing, Mellow isn’t as happy and preppy as they once were. Almost like a light switch they went from being a “cup half full” kind of person to a “cup half empty” kind of person.

- Unbeknownst to basically everyone, Mellow is incredibly hard and judgmental of themself. Not seeing why anyone would be around an Obnoxious, Reckless, Impaitent, person like themself.

- Although people like Ochre and Jade have caught wind that there’s something going on because of Mellow’s sudden need for reassurance from other. They just don’t know the extent of it.

- It’s a struggle.

Iris:

- Iris ran away from home when she was 14 because of the rich Mistralian lifestyle she was living. She didn’t want people to be giving everything to her on a silver platter, she wanted to do things herself.

- She saw her parents giving her everything as a way to say she was incompetent of doing things herself, which would later be proven true when she tried to do some chores herself.

- She stays with a guild for a while, learning how to become a huntress before being sent off to beacon.

- The goodbye to her found family was bittersweet.

- Once at Beacon, she quickly climbed the popularity hierarchy because of her skill and friendless. Earning top of her class with a few other students.

- She had heard of teams MHAA, RGLL, JTBLK, and BOMZ because her fellow classmates were always talking about some mischief the 4 teams had gotten up to. She found it endearing and always listened in.

- She soon got interested though when her friends and classmates started mentioning a certain “Mellow” character who was known to be a bit, well, eccentric.

- She soon learned from them that this “Mellow” was also friendly! And so she started to wonder where she could meet them.

- Her wishes would soon come true when while out on a student mission, a certain tan skinned, amber eyed person fell out of a very tall tree.

- She of course was not expecting someone to fall right in front of her so she did scream a little bit.

- “A-are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good, I was just being an idiot and not watching where I was stepping!”

- Unlike most other people, Iris took quick notice to the subtle self degrading behavior.

- She helped the Amber eyed person up, whom she now knew as the Mellow she’d been hearing about, and introduced herself.

- The two talked for a while until they got back to Beacon where they traded info for their scrolls.

- Iris is all about debate, despite not being a very confrontational person.

- She loves to discuss things and get an interesting conversation going where people can respectfully state their opinions and facts.

- She’s an almost expert swordswoman

- She hangs out with BOMZ a lot after meeting Mellow

- She has a big crush on Mellow, finding them to be endearing and charming in their own special way that others don’t seem to understand.

- She doesn’t think they’d like her back though due to her thinking that they probably only see her as a friend and are probably looking for someone who has their same energy.

[konako]

Dinah doesn't make much of the fact that Helena doesn't want to move in together. At first she only brings it up because she wants out of her shithole apartment. But the longer they're together the more it bugs her that Helena's stance on moving in together doesn't change and Dinah doesn't push too much. But it keeps happening the same way every time the subject comes up. Helena will make a face like she's stepped in shit and then grumble for a few moments before voicing her dissent. (1/2)

Starting to feel offended, Dinah comes up with a ist of possible issues Helena might have. She bugs Renee about it and even stoops so low as to ask Harley for advice until finally confronting Helena about it. Helena admits she really wants to move in together but she's nervous about Dinah catching her practicing her conversations and quips in the bathroom. Dinah cracks up and can't help but kiss Helena's dumbfounded face after telling her she's long since overheard Helena practicing (2/2)

THAT’S THE ANGST TO FLUFF JOURNEY I WANT. THAT’S WHAT I’M HERE FOR!! FUCK!!!

Now about Dinah overhearing Helena practicing... does she bite her lips to keep from smiling, does she mouth the words along with Helena because she, too, has memorized them, does she find Helena’s notebook with the phrases she’s practicing, does she giggle accidentally when Huntress finally uses her well-rehearsed blood-chilling threat with one of the bad guys, does Huntress give Black Canary the “for fuck’s sake” look?, does Dinah pat on her the back afterwards and goes “you did great, babe, it sounded very scary”

What about “The times Dinah overhears Helena practice saying something important, plus the one time Helena didn’t have to think twice”. WHAT ABOUT HELENA PRACTICING THE BIG QUESTIONS SHE PLANS TO ASK DINAH, AND DINAH OVERHEARS ALL OF THEM EXCEPT ONE. 

I could go on--

[drkcnry67]

Title: your demons are my darkness

Pairing: Dark!John x Demon blood!Sam x Reader/ eventual Dean x Reader

Kink: Gangbang

Dark: Dark!John

Heaven & Hell: Demon Blood!Sam

created for @spnkinkbingo @heavenandhellbingo @spndarkbingo​

A/N: This will be a really tough thing for me to write again this is the territory that I seem to find my passion expanding more... Once more if you like this please give it a like and a reblog and if you have any questions or comments please feel free to send me a message.

Tags: forced vaginal penetration, forced anal penetration, screaming, crying, choking from gagging, magical mind melding sex, bad ass escape skills,  forced oral sex, gagging, puking from gagging, impregnation, male dick in male ass 

****THIS STORY IS 18+ DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE... SERIOUSLY THIS WILL GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES... THIS IS PERHAPS THE DARKEST STORY I HAVE EVER WRITTEN!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED****

Kink masterlist. H&H masterlist. Dark masterlist.

You are a huntress, you had lived all over. While living in Greece several years ago you were walking in the countryside, you came across a temple.

Normally you weren't the religious type but today you felt drawn to the temple. You turned to the goddess Artemis for guidence.

Unbeknown to you at that moment that the actual goddess herself would come to speak with you in person.

Artemis: "child, you are blessed with a gift from the gods. I'm Artemis and I have heard your prayers my child. You have found favor under me by which I bestow to you the daggers of Olympus. These daggers grant you the powers of the 12 main Olympians. Use them in your quest to vanquish the demons that haunt this realm. Remember child yell when your holding the daggers & blessings will befall you. Now go home, your next quest is waiting for you. Remember this name: Winchester!"

YN: "Artemis thank you I go now under the guidence of the gods."

You left and boarded the next possible flight. You remembered what Artemis had said, the daggers became bracelets, you arrived home to discover your only hope of retrieving your weapons cache, was to somehow knock out the 2 guys that showed up just before you did.

You overheard their conversation it went something like this:

John: "look Sam I don't pretend to understand what your going through but you can't speak to your brother the way you did & you certainly as hell don't get to speak to me that way either."

At that moment it was unclear to John what was happening. He went to move but felt his darkness rise up once more.

This made your hunting senses go haywire, you tried to ninja your way passed them using the cover of darkness, but they spotted you..

Dark!John: "hey Sam look over here son!"

Demon Blood!Sam: "well well let's play with her shall we?"

Dark!John: "let's get away from here first then we shall have some fun with her."

Both guys were immediately by your sides they knocked you out. by the time you woke up again tied to a bed.

Dark!John: “oh good you’re awake, we were afraid you would sleep through all the fun!”

YN: “who are you?”

Demon Blood !Sam: “have you ever heard the name of Winchester?”

thats when Artemis’ words rang through your mind... 

YN: “you’re what my mentor warned me about. let me go... what do you intend to do with me?” 

Dark!John: “we intend to fuck you into the middle of next week unloading our dark semen into you, little girl. we will begin in just a few moments.”

John and Sam left the area, you struggled against your binds, your next move was to pray to Artemis.

YN: “Artemis Goddess of the Hunt, freeze time in my stay, come now to speak with me.”

in that moment, time stopped as Artemis appeared.

Artemis: “what has happened my child?”

YN: “those 2 goons over there go by the last name of Winchester. please o great & humble Artemis send me salvation for i know i cannot fight what is about to happen.”

Artemis: “not to worry child ill see what i can do...”

in that moment as fast as she had come, she was gone.. you sat in wait, fearing neigh dreading what was gonna happen to you, loosing the barrier of your innocence is something that has always kept you from falling too far in love... 

you retreated to your safe haven, to your inner mind, now you werent paying any attention , you knew you would eventually come back to reality but for right then you were perfectly happy living in your magic.

the rumors surrounding the winchester name were true... but un-beknown to you, your salvation would soon involve another winchester. Meanwhile Artemis was having a discussion with her “brother” Ares.

Artemis: “its time bro, you need to share your powers with the other chosen by the Gods. it is the only way to save my prospect.”

Ares: “chill out sis, who is the lucky person to inherit my gifts?”

Artemis: “dean Winchester.”

Ares: “come with me sister. this will go alot smoother if your by my side..”

Artemis: “very well brother...”

both ares and artemis went on their way to see the better of the winchester line. they appeared scaring the living daylights out of Dean whose reaction was to pull out the handheld, aiming it at Ares and Artemis.

Ares takes a few steps forward now standing directly in front of Dean rolls his eyes.

Ares: “bro put that down... trust me boy your the only solution but your gonna have to act fast...”

Dean lowered his gun at the ringing of Ares’ words...

Dean: “what are you talking about? who are you?”

Artemis: “Dean, you’re one of those chosen by the Gods of Olympus... Ares beside me here is going to give you access to his power as well as that of the 12 main Olympians.”

Dean sat down on the edge of his bed, the expression of shock clear cross his face.

Dean: “well if the dude is Ares, who does that make you sweetheart?”

Artemis: “i am Artemis Goddess of the Hunt... Dean do you accept the charges that Ares will provide to you?”

Dean: “of course but why are you guys just approaching me now?”

Ares: “cause your time to awaken is now, your partner from the Gods is in serious trouble. Dean, you have found favor within me, i bestow to you now the dual swords of Olympus, they will turn into Gauntlets when you arent in battle. the swords will grant you the powers of the Gods. now your task is to go and find one called YN, she is a huntress & your chosen partner. your father & brother are the ones that have her.”

Dean’s eyes went wide with shock and a bit of anger...

Dean: “where is she? how do i reach her?”

Artemis: “we will show you where but once there you must hurry for if they impregnate her, the apocalypse will start. Both you & YN are the 2 people both set to start the apocalypse as well as start it. her getting filled with dark sperm is the first seal broken, this must not be allowed to happen. once you rescue her you have to call our names & we will get you away from there. they havent climaxed yet they havent even started fucking her yet, but they are about to start... i know this cause im connected to her. Dean are you prepared to fight your own family?”

Dean: “im prepared to do what is necessary to save my partner...”

back at what you assumed to be some sort of a motel or hotel room.

YN: “look okay you guys really dont want to do this.. ive got very very powerful friends.”

Dark!John: “shut up you stupid bitch... take what we are gonna give you and like it...”

John came up to your pussy first running his finger through your folds before replacing his finger with his cock. you struggled, you knew what was about to happen... but you felt powerless at that moment to stop it... 

Sam came up to your mouth and started to slap your face with his cock... this went on for several moments before he tried to make you gag on his fingers, you ended up gagging but you bit him in the process... 

Demon Blood!Sam: “why you little bitch... thats it... Dad you can take her virginity im gonna teach this bitch not to bite people...”

Dark!John: “if your not ready for me by now sweetheart your not gonna have a choice now...”

before you could come back with your remark, Sam shoved his Cock in your mouth, thrusting in and out holding position making your eyes water and causing you to gag. you were only given a 1 second breathing period between gagging sessions. 

after the first 5 gagging sessions Sam was laughing so hard amused by your gagging that he didnt even realize that you threw up on his cock right away... he noticed it when John spoke out...

Dark!John: “okay bitch this is for throwing up on my sons cock...”

at that moment your eyes went wide, you let out an earth shattering scream as John thrust himself hard into your pussy breaking past the barrier of your innocence. 

Demon Blood!Sam: “okay bitch, clean my cock...”

Sam then stuck his cock back in your mouth, puke and all... this made it even harder to take in... you threw up multiple times after that... John didnt care that you were bleeding a bit, that soon stopped when your pussy started to form to John... 

you screamed between gags, you were crying and choking and barely breathing... you only hoped that your salvation would soon arrive and that your powers would not show, for the darkness must not contact the light... you retreated into your mental space only partially to keep up the gagging and noises... 

Artemis was now in a similar but not state of shock over what she was feeling from you, she knew you had retreated to your safe space... 

Artemis: “omg we dont have alot of time, YN is growing weak... if they impregnate her they will... wait a moment thats it... as soon as you have eyes on YN you need to mind meld with her, your powers are linked, it will allow you to meet her and to mentally fuck her.”

Dean: “im sorry what... mentally fuck her... what the fuck does that mean?”

Artemis: “ill explain before i send you in... lets go...”

Dean stood up in time to be transported with Ares and Artemis just outside of a warehouse district.

Dean: “explain please...”

Ares: “basically long story short you and YN can fuck in your shared mental space and what ever transpires in there climax wise will transpire in reality. meaning if you cum inside her in your shared mind, it will cancel any dark energy they would be putting into her in reality.”

Dean: “and all i have to do is connect to YN...”

Artemis: “yes she is in her mental space now... but the guys are close to releasing into her... you have about an hour at best before they release... once in the mental scape time will speed up... so make sure you stay out of sight till yours and YN’s roles are done in the mental space... Ares and I will wait here for you to call our names and we will pull you both out.”

Dean stared at the building behind him searching it with his powers trying to get a lock on you... finally after a few moments Dean was no longer in front of Ares and Artemis but instead was high in the rafters of one of the buildings in the district... 

he looked down and saw you, his father and his brother. he got into a position where he was sure that he wasnt gonna fall or anything and while keeping you in sight. he channeled his inner powers and went deep into a state of mind where hopefully he would find you...

entering the joining point he saw something in the distance that he could only assume had to be you. Dean then figured he had better look the part of “not here to hurt you” or anything look peaceful while still hot and sexy... 

indeed the form he had seen was you, sitting on the ground with your knees tight to your chest, knowing that you were at this point helpless to stop what was happening outside... thats when your powers sparked, making you turn around...

YN: “who are you?”

Dean: “im Dean Winchester... yes in unfortunate relation to the ones who are currently giving you your current predicament. but at the same time im the good one. i threw away my darkness a long time ago.. i never looked back. im the other chosen by the Gods of Olympus with Ares as my guide. our patrons wait outside this building for us... but we have to do something first to counteract whats happening outside.”

YN: “what do we have to do? what can we do we are in here they are out there defiling my body... they stole my innocence... they took the thing that kept me from loosing my sanity...”

Dean: “Artemis said that what we do in here in the form of sex, the only thing that will stay as a permenant to your outside form is the climax that i unload into you in here... that will stop them from releasing their darkness inside of you and breaking the first seal of the apocalypse.”

YN: “Dean i trust you to get us out of this mess safely and when we get back to our physical forms i shall like to explore more of what we can be together slowly.”

Dean helps you stand his clothes falling off of him, his arms lift you high softly and gently placing you on his cock. being thrust by Dean made you feel different, like it was meant to be, like this was destined.

Ares: “did they just.?.”

Artemis: “its happening... lets be ready to pull them out... there is only 10 minutes left out here but to them it will feel like mere hours.”

Ares: “lets hope the speed of the Gods makes their work alot faster.”

Artemis: “i hope your right brother.”

Dean was speeding up alot faster than normal, he then remembered about his powers. they were still kicking in, well he now had the speed of Hermes and man was he putting it to good use. 

Dean (out of breath): “squirt for me baby! i can tell your almost there... by my time count so am i and so are they... squirt for me baby... Ares, Artemis be ready to pull us out with clothes on, we are almost there...”

you were now in a half mental and half physical state so John and Sam could hear the earth shattering orgasmic scream you let out the second you climaxed, Dean, John and Sam also climaxed... you spat out the seman right back at Sam and vomited immediately. 

your magic was working to expell the darkness from your body... Dean was also back in his own body... for he then smiled lightly...

Dean: “Ares great God of War, Artemis Goddess of the Hunt pull our asses out. and someplace far way.”

within seconds you and dean were whisked away but Ares decided to teach John and Sam a lesson so he used his power to make them ready to cum again but placed them on the bed where John was about to unload into Sam’s ass and Sam all over John... 

Ares stayed to leave a creepy voice over.

Ares (thundering voice from above): “if either of you morons ever think about contacting that girl or your other family member again i will personally deliever you both to the firey gates of tartarus myself for the dark tretchery you have caused.”

you and Dean suddenly found yourselves in a room, one unlike that of which either of you had ever seen. there was a knock on the wall making both of you look up.

Artemis: “welcome to Olympus... i’m sure you both have lots of questions. let me be the first to say congratulations. but that is news for after a few words from Zeus...”

both you and Dean got down and Bowed before the king of the Gods. looking up at Zeus who smiled and gestured for both you and Dean to rise.

Zeus: “YN & Dean, i am delighted to meet those chosen by Artemis and Ares. i hope you will find this quarters to your liking. dont worry Artemis and Ares will go in a while to collect your possessions from earth. when you both are up to it i would like to discuss a few terms and oaths with you both. but right now with what you both have been through you both need to rest. Artemis and Ares wont be far, the grounds are extensive but are free to roam. no boundaries or secrets. i also recommend the hot spring it has healing properties. for now rest. we are delighted to have you both up on Olympus with us. please dont hesitate to ask questions, welcome to the family.”

with those words Zeus was gone. Artemis stuck robes and towels and things like that in the wardrobe.

Artemis: “dont worry YN when your better we will go buy many of the necessities for you from the best shops this side of greece. but i agree with father as much as it pains me too, you both need to rest. everything else can be put on hold for as long as you need to feel normal again.”

you both bow slightly as she leaves and a tinted glass door closes behind her and a couple of curtains fall over the door and the windows. this left you and Dean completely alone.

Dean: “are you okay?”

YN: “no.”

Dean: “do you feel like talking about it?”

YN: “not really..”

Dean: “lay with me on the bed we dont have to do anything but at least let me hold you.”

you nod as you feel the tears return to your eyes. flowing freely, yours and deans once clothed forms now lay bare covered by one single silk sheet, now cuddled together to rest from the events that took place that one awful fated day.

[baidar-oroq]

14-Part

(Setting: Mor Dhona, after “Tooth and Nail” and “Ultracrepidarian”)

Darya was starting to notice that Baidar was spending a sizable amount of time in Mor Dhona since her training with Y’shtola had begun in earnest. 

It did not take a genius to figure out why, after all, and she knew it had little to do with her. After the long ordeal of Y’shtola and the other Scions being trapped in a living death while their souls had been on the First, he simply wanted to be near her as much as he could. After all, with his ability to easily teleport insane distances from aetheryte to aetheryte, he could pop home to Shirogane with a snap of his fingers, and Kage certainly didn’t begrudge him spending some time with Y’shtola, after all. “Just make sure he gets home in time to help wrangle the kids in, unless there’s a crisis,” Kage had told her, and she did her best to do that. Baidar, at times, was a force of nature, but he adored his adopted family, and usually could be steered home easily enough. Otherwise, Baidar was a frequent presence in the Rising Stones, occupying one of the tables, his long legs propped up on a chair or the table itself, trading witticisms with Thancred or engaging in an activity he called “dunking on Alphinaud” with Alisaie. 

Darya privately felt bad for Alphinaud for all of the teasing, but he seemed to take in stride, with a good nature. Which given the sheer volume of teasing that Alisaie could launch on her better days was necessary for him. 

She was sitting at one of the tables with Y’shtola, taking a bit of a break from training, drinking water while Y’shtola drank her customary tea, when Baidar arrived in his typical fashion of essentially tackling the chair, landing in a slouch. “Ladies. How goes it?” he asked.

“You are going to break one of the chairs, sooner or later,” Y’shtola remarked. “And then you’ll earn the wrath of Tataru because she’ll have to replace it.”

“Kage’s a carpenter, he’d replace it.”

Y’shtola laughed. “Baidar, dear, I know Kage’s already very busy with his carpentry work. And he’d not want you making Tataru cross anyway.”

“Hmph. I mean, you’re right, but hmph.”

“Brat.”

Baidar turned to Darya to ask how her training was going; he had to learn that unlike himself, who had the Echo-given gift of learning how to master combat schools by essentially imitating them, Darya couldn’t master magic in no time. Before he could, though, his linkshell went off, and he said “Hold that thought,” as he answered. “Baidar here, what’s up?”

“Baidar, it’s Wedge. Got a problem you might be able to help us with.”

“Always have time for the Ironworks, Wedge. What’s up?”

“We sent a shipment of parts to Mor Dhona from Ishgard recently. Couple of weeks or so. Some of it was materials meant to remain there to manufacture armor and weapons for the House of Splendors to sell. That arrived there on time. The remainder, though, was supposed to be shipped through Vesper Bay to eventually arrive in Limsa for shipment to Kugane. It never arrived.”

“I’m getting the sense I’m not going to like where this is going, Wedge.”

“You’re right to have it. The missing shipment included redundant parts for the barrier protecting Doma. Thankfully none of them are crucial, and we managed to route replacements for them today, but someone picking off that shipment is concerning.”

“Very.” He looked at Y’shtola, who was frowning, having clearly heard the conversation. What do you need me to do?”

“For now, ask the person who arranged to have the parts shipped to Vesper Bay a few questions. Very direct questions, as Jessie suggested.” 

“Should just send her down here, she’d have it solved in no time. Fine, that doesn’t seem too difficult. Who do I need to find?”

“A fellow named Vannes Arkwright. His family’s shipping company was going to make the delivery to Limsa, the East Aldenard Trading Company was going to take it from there.”

Baidar closed his eyes and counted to ten. “I’m familiar with him. I’ll see what I can find.” 

“Thanks, Baidar. Keep in touch.”

He disconnected and turned to look at Darya for a moment. “Can I borrow Darya for a little bit, Y’shtola?”

“It all depends on why, dear.”

“It seems I have an appointment with a lush that you nearly set on fire.” Baidar grinned. “I already scared him shitless when I overheard him telling someone about your encounter, but he’ll shit bricks if he sees Darya with me.”

Darya stood up. “I’m going with him, if that’s okay?” 

“I would not deny you the opportunity, Darya. I thought afterwards that buffoon looked familiar.” She smiled a wicked grin. “Give him hell, you two.”

“We’ll have fun. Come on, Darya.” Baidar launched himself out of the chair, waving for her to follow. 

“Is it always like this around him?” Darya asked. 

Y’shtola sipped her tea. “Around him, Darya, this is a slow day.”

Vannes Arkwright’s offices were small, nestled in a building just behind the main markets, reached by climbing a flight of stairs that creaked under their weight as they walked up. Baidar privately wondered if the Arkwright family had just stuck their wayward son in a converted attic as they approached the door. It seemed likely, he thought. The door was a simple wooden affair, with a placard hung on that read ARKWRIGHT SHIPPING, which was crooked. Baidar tried to straighten it, and the sign slipped back into its angle. “Fitting,” he said to himself. 

“Master...ah...Baidar?” Darya mentally cursed a blue streak in her head; she was, technically, still his retainer, but he’d essentially released her from his service when she’d agreed to learn magic. Habits die hard, she thought. “What was he saying when you overheard him?”

“Ahh. I’ll tell you later. Mostly he assumed you and Y’shtola were involved.” He reached out and tried the doorknob, which opened. “Mostly.” 

Thankfully he did not notice her blushing as they stepped into the office. 

The office was a small room, the floors paneled with wood, the walls and ceiling otherwise the masonry blocks that were typical of Mor Dhona. It was furnished with a desk, a single wooden chair, and a filing cabinet that looked like it was rusted shut. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp, shining down on Vannes Arkwright, who was, charitably, asleep in his chair. The empty bottle of wine on the desk in front of him suggested that was very charitable. Baidar shook his head, then clapped his hands and shouted “Vannes! It’s your lucky day!”

Vannes yelped loudly as his head snapped up, looking around the room wildly, his eyes bloodshot. He first noticed Baidar and, in a slurred tone, started to say “What are you doing here-” when he spotted Darya, and his voice turned into a squeak. 

“Hello.” Darya’s tone was as cold as ice, her eyes narrowed in a glare at Vannes.

He looked from Darya to Baidar, then back again, then he dived behind the desk. “I am most sorry that I cast aspersions on you, madam!” he called. “I had merely been misinformed about...things about you Viera!”

Baidar sat on the edge of the desk and looked down on Vannes. “You know, I am a Warrior of Light, and she’s a gifted huntress and an apprentice thaumaturge. What were you hoping to achieve down there?”

“I...am not sure, khagan?” Vannes had mangled the pronunciation of the word horribly, but Baidar gave him credit for trying. “You’re not here because of the...unfortunate incident, then?”

“Oh, I’m not.” He jabbed a thumb at Darya. “She might be, and that all depends on how you answer my questions.”

Darya punched a fist into her palm. “I might be regardless of how you answer.” She was playing the part of being menacing, which seemed to be what Baidar wanted, but given what she suspected Baidar had heard, it wasn’t much of a reach.

Vannes stood slowly, hands raised as he found his chair again and sat down. “You have me at a loss, though, sir, madam. What is this about then?”

“For reasons completely unclear to me, the Ironworks contracted your family to deliver rather crucial parts from Vesper Bay to Limsa,” Baidar began. “They never reached Limsa.” 

Vannes blinked once, then twice. “That’s impossible,” he said. He sat upright in his chair. “That’s the only bloody shipment I’ve made in the past month, I made certain it arrived. I even contacted our warehouse in Vesper Bay, confirmed the delivery. We don’t get a lot of magitek parts here, that usually gets directly routed to Rowena, so I paid attention. I’m certain it arrived safely” 

Baidar frowned. “Are you just saying what I want to hear?”

 Vannes was quiet for a moment, considering his response. Finally, he spoke. “I am many things, sir. A man...a hero such as yourself...can doubtlessly tell what a lot of them are. But a shipment from the Ironworks of valuable parts that is meant to eventually be delivered to the East Aldenard Trading Company? Even I wouldn’t fuck that up.”

“That’s still up for debate.” Baidar stood and flashed Vannes a grin. “Right, then. Next stop is your warehouse in Vesper Bay then. Best let Y’shtola know before I go, if you still want to go along, Darya.”

She shrugged, doing her best to hide just how interested she was in going with him. “If you want me along, that is.”

“Sure.” He turned and looked at Vannes. “If I find out you’ve lied to me in any way…”

“I won’t be here when you get back,” he replied. 

“Excellent! It wouldn’t save you, but I like your spirit. Come on, Darya.” 

Vannes did his best not to admire Darya as she left with Baidar-in fairness, that damned Ironworks gear fit like a second skin-and as soon as the door shut he slumped in his chair and let out a deep breath. He needed a drink. 

Or ten.

[sarlaccsnacc]

(A little something I wrote to take my mind off of the pain of Fair Game and onto something less fresh in our hearts. Big Sad.)

The bar was more crowded than he would’ve liked, and the boisterous laughing of the other patrons grated on his already frayed nerves, but he was all too skilled on blocking out the sound. Hell, Ozpin could attest to that any day especially given how he almost never showed up to the headmaster’s scheduled meetings anymore. It was all just a waste of time in his opinion, everything was nowadays.

The veteran huntsman sat at the front of the bar counter, glass of whiskey in hand, leisurely sipping on the amber liquid every time someone’s laugh pierced the room, or he overheard a conversation from loose tongued drunks that was more than a little personal for his tastes.

His scroll sat on the countertop beside his drink, unlocked and glowing with messages from an old contact that had stopped replying to him roughly sixteen years ago. He stared down at his own ignored messages asking how she was, giving her life updates, telling her how much he missed her...

Another laugh over his shoulder startled him out of his stupor and he frowned, glaring at the drink in his hand. He was admittedly more than a little buzzed by this point, but man did it help to wash away all the pain and guilt and misery that loomed over him like a second shadow. The whiskey burned going down his throat, searing his veins and scorching his soul.

Slamming down the empty glass, he picked up his scroll and began typing. “Thought you would want to know...Oz accepted her into Beacon Academy.” His thumbs paused after that one sentence, a strange mist covering his eyes.

“She wants to be a Huntress like you.” He finished his thought, pressing send and waiting, blindly staring at the screen. Seconds ticked by, then minutes, followed by an hour or more of waiting for a reply he knew would never come.

He waited endlessly for her response, knowing he wouldn’t receive one, but clinging to that last ray of hope he kept cradled close to him, dangling from around his neck in the shape of a crooked cross.

Finally, he pulled himself out of his head and began typing again, his fingers a little slow to work, and his drunken speech portrayed through the misspelling of words. “shw loks jusy likw u...” Send. Delivered. No response.

[teamoliv-archive]

Overheard Conversations: Simple Math and Sound Science

For some reason, there’s a demonstration going on in the Atlas Academy library... There’s even a camera facing the display table.

“I have come to increase awareness about an important epidemic that has been sweeping the land like a plague in the scientific community! It has destroyed families, ruined relationships, and is the number one cause of general unhappiness to date. I am talking, of course, about soulmate denial.”

Set up on one of the tables looks to be something set up much like a grade-school science fair project. There is a tri-fold board set up with experiment logs, numbers, lots of stacks of bound papers and reports, and a few charts. Violet is standing next to it with glasses and a pointer, tapping at things as she goes. There’s pamphlets and buttons on another table nearby saying “Fight Soulmate Denial! Save a heart!”

“Now, some of you might be asking yourselves ‘What’s a soulmate? Isn’t that just a thing you hear about in cheesy movies? What does this have to do with me?’ A great question! I can assure you that soulmates are very real and I have created a mathematical proof that confirms this! Now, gather round and listen!

“Now, to start, we have to define what a soulmate is. In its simplest form, a soulmate is another person with whom you are statistically the most likely to have a happy and long-lasting romantic relationship with. With this in mind we must next determine what factors create this statistical likelihood. Start with yourself. You have your own sets of preferences and desires as well as long-term goals. These are important to you and by extension, they must also be important to your soulmate and vice versa. You have to share language, common beliefs, ideals, and have compatible tolerances for each other’s likes, dislikes, family members, and other factors. These limitations and factors act as the statistical likelihood of someone being your soulmate. Now that we’ve established this, let’s break down our factors:

“First we start by eliminating incompatible factors we have no control over. This mostly comprises of language, distance, availability, age and romantic orientation. You soulmate can never be someone you never have any chance of meeting. Sure, there might be someone all the way out in Vacuo who you’d really get along with, but it won’t matter if you never have a chance of encountering each other in the first place. Therefore, we must assume that your soulmate has to be someone that lives in your personal sphere however large or small that is, even if said individual might have less compatibility to you overall. The same holds true if the person is someone you can’t communicate with or have no natural attraction to. You of course also have to remove any and all people who are outside your acceptable age range or are already taken. Once all of those factors are eliminated we have our poll of possible soulmates.

“Second we take the pool of people that are left and begin to remove secondary incompatibility factors. These are people within your acceptable pool that have outlooks, situations, families, lifestyles, or other odd factors that would render that person unable to be your soulmate by sheer virtue of you not being able to get along with them. Eliminate only the factors that you know for absolute certain you will not be able to live with, however or you might lose opportunities. After that we do one final test in the possibility of long-term relationships. If someone simply isn’t interested in the idea of something that lasts, they aren’t the one!

“Lastly, we factor in personal preference. Take the people that remain and begin filtering them by your personal preference. You will always enjoy the company of one person over another in some ways so weight those options as you move forward and make sure that your possible soulmates are also cross-checking their comparability factors to yours to help eliminate possible close calls and ties. Eventually you will reach a mathematical conclusion of which person out of your remaining group is the most likely to be a compatible and long-lasting partner.

“Now that we’ve proven the nay-sayers wrong, let’s go into the health benefits of finding your soulmate and the dangers inherent in soulmate denial. Finding your soulmate has been proven to dramatically. Regular romantic and intimate contact has been shown to increase your happiness and well-being as well as reducing overall stress as shown by a study in the Atlas Psychological Research Society’s journal from last June. I’ve provided a copy if anyone wants to see it. To supplement this, I’ve compiled my own graphs to help.

“Now, grumpiness is kind of subjective so I know it’s not the best chart in the world but I hope my point is made regardless. This is a health risk people! I have a camera making a recording of this presentation and I’ll be posting it online so your friends won’t have to miss it! I have summaries of my research in the pamphlet and take a button! Let’s help save the happiness of our study body and fight soulmate denial!”

[orghanabolir]

To the East

I set out for Shirogane to perform at the Hunter’s Haven. I had rehearsed very hard to prepare my songs. I have been singing in the common language of Eorzea, and this was a chance to once more sing in Boliri. I was somewhat concerned, as the location was in Shirogane, that not enough people would understand my dialect, but it is very close to Auri, so hopefully at least some were able. And if not, at least the sound of my voice, and the movement of my body should hopefully have been entertaining.

I was also slightly concerned that someone of my tribe might be in attendance. Should word reach my parents that I am spending time on song and dance, they might think I neglect my duties and call me home. I am shamed that I do not have the strength to explain to them what these things mean to me, and I feel that I am lying to them, even though it is by omission and not outright.

The venue was very comfortable. Red is a color which I appreciate, as it goes well with my natural complexion and the color of my scales. The people gathered were all friendly, and in a celebratory mood, as one would hope at such a festival. And the bar had kumis! Aa! To have true Eastern kumis is a rare thing in Eorzea. If not for that which Mr. Zanin sometimes brings back on his trips, I would never have it at all. Someone should really look into importing it. Although, perhaps not enough people in Eorzea would appreciate it. Not all have the constitution of the Xaela.

I met an interesting person at the bar, where she was drinking tea. She had an exquisite sword, and her name was Kiyohara no Saya. She overheard me mention that I played the morin khuur, and we had some conversation before I was to perform. She seemed to appreciate the arts, even when I admitted that my skill with the morin khuur was humble at best. I enjoyed speaking with her. She speaks quite formally, as do I, and so did not become impatient with my manner of speech as some do. And she had no racist attitudes toward the the Xaela. She called us the “children of the night,” which I found poetic. She seemed to enjoy my performance, and said complimentary things after, but then had to leave before I had even gathered my senses, so I could not thank her properly. Ah well, perhaps in her many travels she will cross my path again one day, though it may be too much to expect she will remember me.

I think my performance went well. It was so comfortable to sing again in Auri. I sang of the Steppes, and of mothers, and once again I sang the song of the Naadam, as it seemed appropriate. I hope that the hearthmasters were content with my sharing.

There were other performances as well. There was a dancer in a beautiful dress who was most energetic. I do not know how should could be graceful in such heavy clothing, but she did so. I felt my attire was so plain in comparison, as I merely wore my every day Boliri clothing. I was afraid to wear my Eorzean dance outfit, as styles are so different in the East. But Boliri brown, while a practical color, is perhaps not so stage worthy. There was also a very talented musician who played songs to which all of us might dance. Aa! How I danced.

There was also storytelling, begun by an eagle huntress who bravely fought creatures of ice in the northern lands of Eorzea. I had to make my way home and could not stay for the later stories, but I tried not to disturb the storytellers with my departure.

I have a performance later this week back in Eorzea, once more at the Talley. And I really need to make more progress on my family duties, before my parents become suspicious.

[legion1993]

Your Demons Are My Darkness

Title: your demons are my darkness

Pairing: Dark!John x Demon blood!Sam x Reader/ eventual Dean x Reader

Kink: Gangbang

Dark: Dark!John

Heaven & Hell: Demon Blood!Sam

created for @spnkinkbingo @heavenandhellbingo @spndarkbingo

A/N: This will be a really tough thing for me to write again this is the territory that I seem to find my passion expanding more... Once more if you like this please give it a like and a reblog and if you have any questions or comments please feel free to send me a message.

Tags: forced vaginal penetration, forced anal penetration, screaming, crying, choking from gagging, magical mind melding sex, bad ass escape skills,  forced oral sex, gagging, puking from gagging, impregnation, male dick in male ass 

****THIS STORY IS 18+ DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE... SERIOUSLY THIS WILL GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES... THIS IS PERHAPS THE DARKEST STORY I HAVE EVER WRITTEN!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED****

Kink masterlist. H&H masterlist. Dark masterlist.

You are a huntress, you had lived all over. While living in Greece several years ago you were walking in the countryside, you came across a temple.

Normally you weren't the religious type but today you felt drawn to the temple. You turned to the goddess Artemis for guidence.

Unbeknown to you at that moment that the actual goddess herself would come to speak with you in person.

Artemis: "child, you are blessed with a gift from the gods. I'm Artemis and I have heard your prayers my child. You have found favor under me by which I bestow to you the daggers of Olympus. These daggers grant you the powers of the 12 main Olympians. Use them in your quest to vanquish the demons that haunt this realm. Remember child yell when your holding the daggers & blessings will befall you. Now go home, your next quest is waiting for you. Remember this name: Winchester!"

YN: "Artemis thank you I go now under the guidence of the gods."

You left and boarded the next possible flight. You remembered what Artemis had said, the daggers became bracelets, you arrived home to discover your only hope of retrieving your weapons cache, was to somehow knock out the 2 guys that showed up just before you did.

You overheard their conversation it went something like this:

John: "look Sam I don't pretend to understand what your going through but you can't speak to your brother the way you did & you certainly as hell don't get to speak to me that way either."

At that moment it was unclear to John what was happening. He went to move but felt his darkness rise up once more.

This made your hunting senses go haywire, you tried to ninja your way passed them using the cover of darkness, but they spotted you..

Dark!John: "hey Sam look over here son!"

Demon Blood!Sam: "well well let's play with her shall we?"

Dark!John: "let's get away from here first then we shall have some fun with her."

Both guys were immediately by your sides they knocked you out. by the time you woke up again tied to a bed.

Dark!John: “oh good you’re awake, we were afraid you would sleep through all the fun!”

YN: “who are you?”

Demon Blood !Sam: “have you ever heard the name of Winchester?”

thats when Artemis’ words rang through your mind... 

YN: “you’re what my mentor warned me about. let me go... what do you intend to do with me?” 

Dark!John: “we intend to fuck you into the middle of next week unloading our dark semen into you, little girl. we will begin in just a few moments.”

John and Sam left the area, you struggled against your binds, your next move was to pray to Artemis.

YN: “Artemis Goddess of the Hunt, freeze time in my stay, come now to speak with me.”

in that moment, time stopped as Artemis appeared.

Artemis: “what has happened my child?”

YN: “those 2 goons over there go by the last name of Winchester. please o great & humble Artemis send me salvation for i know i cannot fight what is about to happen.”

Artemis: “not to worry child ill see what i can do...”

in that moment as fast as she had come, she was gone.. you sat in wait, fearing neigh dreading what was gonna happen to you, loosing the barrier of your innocence is something that has always kept you from falling too far in love... 

you retreated to your safe haven, to your inner mind, now you werent paying any attention , you knew you would eventually come back to reality but for right then you were perfectly happy living in your magic.

the rumors surrounding the winchester name were true... but un-beknown to you, your salvation would soon involve another winchester. Meanwhile Artemis was having a discussion with her “brother” Ares.

Artemis: “its time bro, you need to share your powers with the other chosen by the Gods. it is the only way to save my prospect.”

Ares: “chill out sis, who is the lucky person to inherit my gifts?”

Artemis: “dean Winchester.”

Ares: “come with me sister. this will go alot smoother if your by my side..”

Artemis: “very well brother...”

both ares and artemis went on their way to see the better of the winchester line. they appeared scaring the living daylights out of Dean whose reaction was to pull out the handheld, aiming it at Ares and Artemis.

Ares takes a few steps forward now standing directly in front of Dean rolls his eyes.

Ares: “bro put that down... trust me boy your the only solution but your gonna have to act fast...”

Dean lowered his gun at the ringing of Ares’ words...

Dean: “what are you talking about? who are you?”

Artemis: “Dean, you’re one of those chosen by the Gods of Olympus... Ares beside me here is going to give you access to his power as well as that of the 12 main Olympians.”

Dean sat down on the edge of his bed, the expression of shock clear cross his face.

Dean: “well if the dude is Ares, who does that make you sweetheart?”

Artemis: “i am Artemis Goddess of the Hunt... Dean do you accept the charges that Ares will provide to you?”

Dean: “of course but why are you guys just approaching me now?”

Ares: “cause your time to awaken is now, your partner from the Gods is in serious trouble. Dean, you have found favor within me, i bestow to you now the dual swords of Olympus, they will turn into Gauntlets when you arent in battle. the swords will grant you the powers of the Gods. now your task is to go and find one called YN, she is a huntress & your chosen partner. your father & brother are the ones that have her.”

Dean’s eyes went wide with shock and a bit of anger...

Dean: “where is she? how do i reach her?”

Artemis: “we will show you where but once there you must hurry for if they impregnate her, the apocalypse will start. Both you & YN are the 2 people both set to start the apocalypse as well as start it. her getting filled with dark sperm is the first seal broken, this must not be allowed to happen. once you rescue her you have to call our names & we will get you away from there. they havent climaxed yet they havent even started fucking her yet, but they are about to start... i know this cause im connected to her. Dean are you prepared to fight your own family?”

Dean: “im prepared to do what is necessary to save my partner...”

back at what you assumed to be some sort of a motel or hotel room.

YN: “look okay you guys really dont want to do this.. ive got very very powerful friends.”

Dark!John: “shut up you stupid bitch... take what we are gonna give you and like it...”

John came up to your pussy first running his finger through your folds before replacing his finger with his cock. you struggled, you knew what was about to happen... but you felt powerless at that moment to stop it... 

Sam came up to your mouth and started to slap your face with his cock... this went on for several moments before he tried to make you gag on his fingers, you ended up gagging but you bit him in the process... 

Demon Blood!Sam: “why you little bitch... thats it... Dad you can take her virginity im gonna teach this bitch not to bite people...”

Dark!John: “if your not ready for me by now sweetheart your not gonna have a choice now...”

before you could come back with your remark, Sam shoved his Cock in your mouth, thrusting in and out holding position making your eyes water and causing you to gag. you were only given a 1 second breathing period between gagging sessions. 

after the first 5 gagging sessions Sam was laughing so hard amused by your gagging that he didnt even realize that you threw up on his cock right away... he noticed it when John spoke out...

Dark!John: “okay bitch this is for throwing up on my sons cock...”

at that moment your eyes went wide, you let out an earth shattering scream as John thrust himself hard into your pussy breaking past the barrier of your innocence. 

Demon Blood!Sam: “okay bitch, clean my cock...”

Sam then stuck his cock back in your mouth, puke and all... this made it even harder to take in... you threw up multiple times after that... John didnt care that you were bleeding a bit, that soon stopped when your pussy started to form to John... 

you screamed between gags, you were crying and choking and barely breathing... you only hoped that your salvation would soon arrive and that your powers would not show, for the darkness must not contact the light... you retreated into your mental space only partially to keep up the gagging and noises... 

Artemis was now in a similar but not state of shock over what she was feeling from you, she knew you had retreated to your safe space... 

Artemis: “omg we dont have alot of time, YN is growing weak... if they impregnate her they will... wait a moment thats it... as soon as you have eyes on YN you need to mind meld with her, your powers are linked, it will allow you to meet her and to mentally fuck her.”

Dean: “im sorry what... mentally fuck her... what the fuck does that mean?”

Artemis: “ill explain before i send you in... lets go...”

Dean stood up in time to be transported with Ares and Artemis just outside of a warehouse district.

Dean: “explain please...”

Ares: “basically long story short you and YN can fuck in your shared mental space and what ever transpires in there climax wise will transpire in reality. meaning if you cum inside her in your shared mind, it will cancel any dark energy they would be putting into her in reality.”

Dean: “and all i have to do is connect to YN...”

Artemis: “yes she is in her mental space now... but the guys are close to releasing into her... you have about an hour at best before they release... once in the mental scape time will speed up... so make sure you stay out of sight till yours and YN’s roles are done in the mental space... Ares and I will wait here for you to call our names and we will pull you both out.”

Dean stared at the building behind him searching it with his powers trying to get a lock on you... finally after a few moments Dean was no longer in front of Ares and Artemis but instead was high in the rafters of one of the buildings in the district... 

he looked down and saw you, his father and his brother. he got into a position where he was sure that he wasnt gonna fall or anything and while keeping you in sight. he channeled his inner powers and went deep into a state of mind where hopefully he would find you...

entering the joining point he saw something in the distance that he could only assume had to be you. Dean then figured he had better look the part of “not here to hurt you” or anything look peaceful while still hot and sexy... 

indeed the form he had seen was you, sitting on the ground with your knees tight to your chest, knowing that you were at this point helpless to stop what was happening outside... thats when your powers sparked, making you turn around...

YN: “who are you?”

Dean: “im Dean Winchester... yes in unfortunate relation to the ones who are currently giving you your current predicament. but at the same time im the good one. i threw away my darkness a long time ago.. i never looked back. im the other chosen by the Gods of Olympus with Ares as my guide. our patrons wait outside this building for us... but we have to do something first to counteract whats happening outside.”

YN: “what do we have to do? what can we do we are in here they are out there defiling my body... they stole my innocence... they took the thing that kept me from loosing my sanity...”

Dean: “Artemis said that what we do in here in the form of sex, the only thing that will stay as a permenant to your outside form is the climax that i unload into you in here... that will stop them from releasing their darkness inside of you and breaking the first seal of the apocalypse.”

YN: “Dean i trust you to get us out of this mess safely and when we get back to our physical forms i shall like to explore more of what we can be together slowly.”

Dean helps you stand his clothes falling off of him, his arms lift you high softly and gently placing you on his cock. being thrust by Dean made you feel different, like it was meant to be, like this was destined.

Ares: “did they just.?.”

Artemis: “its happening... lets be ready to pull them out... there is only 10 minutes left out here but to them it will feel like mere hours.”

Ares: “lets hope the speed of the Gods makes their work alot faster.”

Artemis: “i hope your right brother.”

Dean was speeding up alot faster than normal, he then remembered about his powers. they were still kicking in, well he now had the speed of Hermes and man was he putting it to good use. 

Dean (out of breath): “squirt for me baby! i can tell your almost there... by my time count so am i and so are they... squirt for me baby... Ares, Artemis be ready to pull us out with clothes on, we are almost there...”

you were now in a half mental and half physical state so John and Sam could hear the earth shattering orgasmic scream you let out the second you climaxed, Dean, John and Sam also climaxed... you spat out the seman right back at Sam and vomited immediately. 

your magic was working to expell the darkness from your body... Dean was also back in his own body... for he then smiled lightly...

Dean: “Ares great God of War, Artemis Goddess of the Hunt pull our asses out. and someplace far way.”

within seconds you and dean were whisked away but Ares decided to teach John and Sam a lesson so he used his power to make them ready to cum again but placed them on the bed where John was about to unload into Sam’s ass and Sam all over John... 

Ares stayed to leave a creepy voice over.

Ares (thundering voice from above): “if either of you morons ever think about contacting that girl or your other family member again i will personally deliever you both to the firey gates of tartarus myself for the dark tretchery you have caused.”

you and Dean suddenly found yourselves in a room, one unlike that of which either of you had ever seen. there was a knock on the wall making both of you look up.

Artemis: “welcome to Olympus... i’m sure you both have lots of questions. let me be the first to say congratulations. but that is news for after a few words from Zeus...”

both you and Dean got down and Bowed before the king of the Gods. looking up at Zeus who smiled and gestured for both you and Dean to rise.

Zeus: “YN & Dean, i am delighted to meet those chosen by Artemis and Ares. i hope you will find this quarters to your liking. dont worry Artemis and Ares will go in a while to collect your possessions from earth. when you both are up to it i would like to discuss a few terms and oaths with you both. but right now with what you both have been through you both need to rest. Artemis and Ares wont be far, the grounds are extensive but are free to roam. no boundaries or secrets. i also recommend the hot spring it has healing properties. for now rest. we are delighted to have you both up on Olympus with us. please dont hesitate to ask questions, welcome to the family.”

with those words Zeus was gone. Artemis stuck robes and towels and things like that in the wardrobe.

Artemis: “dont worry YN when your better we will go buy many of the necessities for you from the best shops this side of greece. but i agree with father as much as it pains me too, you both need to rest. everything else can be put on hold for as long as you need to feel normal again.”

you both bow slightly as she leaves and a tinted glass door closes behind her and a couple of curtains fall over the door and the windows. this left you and Dean completely alone.

Dean: “are you okay?”

YN: “no.”

Dean: “do you feel like talking about it?”

YN: “not really..”

Dean: “lay with me on the bed we dont have to do anything but at least let me hold you.”

you nod as you feel the tears return to your eyes. flowing freely, yours and deans once clothed forms now lay bare covered by one single silk sheet, now cuddled together to rest from the events that took place that one awful fated day.

[huntressthewizard]

HW’s backstory that I never finished writing.. prt 2

Part 1 is here

- After leaving Princess Fern with the Spirit of the Woods, Cyrene (Huntress Wizard) travels to the Ice Kingdom and presses Ice King for information on Wizard City’s location. The two get in a physical fight, but with Ice King’s magic, he is much too strong for her plant-elemental magic and novice skills. It takes a very emotional threat of impaling one of his pet penguins with a spear until he finally reveals it to her. After this, he tells her that she was one of his least favorite princesses and to never come back (he forgets this over the years.)

- Cyrene begins to travel to Wizard City. On her journey, she decides to recite the name or title of every person she plans to kill in revenge every night before bed. The Mud Princess, Flame Count, the 1st guard division of the Mud Kingdom. This aids her in her motivation and goals.

 - On her fourth day, she enters Wizard City, dressed in a dirty bathrobe and paper cone hat colored in stars. She also covers up the royal gem on her forehead with a roll of gauze. None of the guards suspect a thing.

- Wandering into various buildings, she stumbled upon a group of Salamander Shamans, who recognize her as Woodland Princess. They give chase.

- Cyrene manages to lose them by turning down an alley and sneaking into the back entrance of a shop. The shop belongs to Laser Wizard, who is playing cards with his two pals, Bufo and Forest Wizard, the Woodland King’s court mage.

- Forest Wizard immediently recognizes her as Woodland Princess, and exclaims his astonishment at her survival of the invasion of the Mud and Fire Kingdoms, since they had started their attack right in the feast hall.

- Cyrene questions how he knew they attacked in the feast hall specifically, since she hadn’t seen him there, and why he didn’t help if he knew all that.

- Forest Wizard states that he overheard Cyrene and Spirit of the Wood’s conversation about her magical blockage involving not following her heart. FW then states “that conversation was so cliche I knew exactly what you were going to do about it and what was going to happen at that Feast, so I high-tailed it.”

- Enraged, Cyrene lunges at the former court mage, only to be stopped by a forcefield put up by Laser Wizard. Forest Wizard then says that she shouldn’t even try to come at any of them with the lame excuse of shaman magic she learned from the Spirit.

- Calming down slightly, Cyrene remembers why she came to the City in the first place, to learn real magic. She then asks the three if they know where she can do that.

- Bufo and Forest Wizard are both tight-lipped about it, stating that it’s a secret that only the initiated wizard-apprentices can know and learn about. Laser Wizard, however, spills the beans, and tells her about the College of Maegus, a magic school where, after a certain amount of time and credentials earned, the students are allowed to take up the Wizard Trials and gain their wizarding lisence. He then gives her the location and password of the college. Elated, Cyrene thanks him, sucker-punches Forest Wizard in the groin, flips him off, and then runs away, adding him to the Murder List to recite each night.

- When the other two question Laser Wizard why on earth he did that, he simply states it’s because “she’s kinda cute.”

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- Cyrene arrives at the college, doing all that was told to her to gain access. It’s fucking huge and magnificent, kinda reminds her of her castle home.

- She gets stopped by a goblin who interrogates her on her entry, she gets nervous until a student steps in and vouches for her, then drags her along into one of the buildings.

- The student’s name is Keina, a reptilian woman and heir to the Lizard Kingdom. Cyrene is skeptical of her at first, since no one had helped her since she left home, but soon they become fast friends.

- As classes go on,  Cyrene also makes a few other student friends (name later)

- Months go by, during a class, one of the professors picks four students in the class to help him with a special project; Cyrene is disappointed he does not pick her.

- At night, Keina and Cyrene both decide to secretly follow the chosen students. They follow them to the cellar of the castle.

- The profesor is waiting for the students with a boiling cauldron. He then turns the chosen students into frogs, and then begins using them in a potion. 

- Enraged, Cyrene attacks, despite Keina’s objections. The professor easily knocks her aside.

- Upon being asked why, the professor simply states that the number one rule of Wiz Biz is that, if you’re powerful enough and have the right influence, you can do anything with your magic. He then proceeds to state that the students he chose weren’t going to amount to anything, and was simply weeding out the weak students.

- Keina calls bullshit, and says she’ll tattle. The professor scoffs, tells them to go ahead, because he has tenure. This drives Cyrene even harder, adding another person to her Murder List.

- Ten years pass since the incident. Keina and Cyrene are officially eligible to undergo the Wizard Trials and, upon successful completion, will become Wizards.

end of part 2.