#Thread:Mary

[in-my-soul-arch]

@tobeblamed​ ~ gets some time with Mary

Grease dripped from the paper bag onto the floor as Mary hurried in the door, but she didn’t make any move to clean it up. Not yet. The blonde was starving. 

Her stomach had been growling for hours, but where she’d wanted to sink her teeth into a juicy burger from the get-go, she figured her boys wouldn’t mind some food. Especially Dean. And so she had continued the trek back to the bunker, pausing only to grab the burgers --and a salad for Sam-- from the drive-in closest to her home for the time being. 

“I brought dinner,” she announced as soon as soon as she spotted her oldest son. Looking around the room and seeing no one else, she added in a confused tone of voice. “Where’s Sam?” 

Mary was getting used to seeing her youngest at the table with his nose in a book or eyes glued to a computer screen. Maybe he was in his bedroom. She’d go check later. 

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@redemptivexheroics​ liked for some mother-son quality time

Despite the gut-wrenching feeling plaguing her, she tried to keep her voice as even and calm as possible in her attempt to offer her son some comfort. Still, Mary couldn’t meet his eye as the words fell with a deliberate slowness from her lips. 

“There wasn’t anything anyone could have done.”

[entangledmuses]

@beautifulnigtmare​ asked:  Because I love you! d'artagna&mary

They had been arguing back and forth for a while now. Mary had been trying to insist that D’artagnan head back, that she didn’t want to put him at risk. She could blend in well enough on her own to head to Scotland, and that he was needed elsewhere. However, he refused, over and over.

When she finally asked him “Why?” his response shocked her.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the male. She had grown fond of him, and close to him since being in hiding. And Yes, they had shared moments together. But she didn’t realise he loved her.

Her feelings had grown strong for him, but she was a little more careful with her heart these days.

After what felt like a lifetime of silence, Mary opened her mouth. “I am slower to say such words these days, but I have to admit..... when I think of my future, I see you.” She breathed. 

She stepped closer to him and took her hands “Being with me is not easy. I have many men after my head and throne, but I do trust you with my like D’artagnan. Are you truly willing to leave all of France behind for me?” She asked, “Because... I have to return to Scotland, and I would very much prefer it with you by my side, loving you, as you love me.” She whispered. 

[hcneysweets]

[ @queenofhcpes​​ ]

A new school year was approaching and Mary was ecstatic to be on her way back to Hogwarts. Her entire summer was filled with classes for muggle studies (and no, not the same class that taught clueless purebloods how muggles lived their lives). Magic wasn’t the kind of thing her parents wanted her to get into, they didn’t want her to have absolutely no knowledge when it came to math and science and all the other courses that were taught in muggle schools. She understood where her parents were coming from but at the same time, it was painful to spend nearly her entire summer being home schooled by a tutor when she wasn’t planning on getting a muggle job once school was over.

The best part of her break was the letters from her friends, reminding her that the outside world of magic existed and that she was part of it. As always her friends kept in touch as well as the newest friend she made at the end of the year, Daisy. Mary felt the most eager to read Daisy’s letters whenever she got them and took a lot of time out of her day to make sure her response was perfect. She didn’t want to ruin their friendship by saying something weird or dumb! She already passed that point with the rest of her friends and she wasn’t used to figuring out what to do around new friends but she tried her hardest.

It went well enough that they planned to meet up at Diagon Alley to pick up this years list of requirements. The place was bustling as always, but between the other students and the locals doing their daily shopping, Mary was able to find Daisy in the crowd as she approached their agreed upon meeting point. “Hey! Daisy over here!” she called out, waving excitedly to the other girl, pulling her into a hug when she came over. “It’s great to see you, you haven’t picked up anything yet, have you?”

[xoxoveronicawalsh]

Who: @velascomari

Where: Somewhere on this huge ship

The relationship between the Velascos and the Walshes was one of the biggest memories Veronica had. They were always present with each at their houses, parties and vacations. She remembered the parents trying to marry off Mari and Bram. She figures whatever happens happens I guess. “Hey stranger, long time no see.” She said when she ran into her on the ship.

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@redemptivexheroics​ [continued]

Of course, Mary understood where he was coming from, but she was here now and Jack hadn’t known any better in that moment. The blonde had seen how much it pained him now, and considering the fact that they all had regarded him as family, this rift only made everyone else hurt, too. It was time to bury the hatchet and forgive the boy. 

“I’m here, and I get where you’re coming from. But you can’t keep blaming him. It’s going to make living in this bunker unbearable.” Besides, Mary had a very strong feeling, she’d only make it back here-- with her family-- because of the nephilim. There weren’t a lot of people left with that kind of juice. 

[in-my-soul-arch]

First date

@deusexdawn

Mary glanced at her own reflection in the window of the car parked right outside the local diner. Pausing at the sight of her hair, she quickly flattened the part which had gotten messed up during the fight. The blonde hoped she didn’t smell like burning flesh anymore, but she couldn’t tell herself --not with the way the stench was branded in her brain and nose. It was hard to smell anything else and it would probably take several days for that to clear up. 

Rummaging through her little bag, she quickly found the small bottle of sample perfume and sprinkled it on eagerly. That should do the trick, she thought as she smiled at her reflection and nodded to herself in encouragement. She could do this. 

Taking a deep breath, she turned to the entrance of the diner and pushed open the door. It was now or never. Mary just hoped everything would turn out well. She’d been looking forward to this date for days now. And it wasn’t like she had many opportunities to do something normal. Mary really CRAVED normalcy. And John looked like a perfectly normal AND incredibly handsome guy at the same time. The blonde felt like the luckiest girl alive to be asked out by him. 

“Here goes...” Entering the diner, she spotted him right away and smiled as she walked towards him, purposely walking with the most confidence she could muster in the moment. “HI.”

[in-my-soul-arch]

“ what aren’t you telling me? ” for mom !

@tobeblamed ~ angst is good for the soul

Mary wouldn't tell him what she'd decided. The blonde didn't want her oldest son to live with any guilt when it had been her decision anyway. Glancing at him from the passenger seat, she tried to appear as neutral as possible.

"Why do you think there's more to the story? --There isn't." Except that she was going to be leaving her boys behind again. She made a deal with a devil once to save John, and now she'd done it to keep her boys safe.

There was no going back. They were all she had left in this world, and she'd be damned if she'd live out some life she wasn't even supposed to be living anymore while they had to suffer. Not if she had a say about it.

[in-my-soul-arch]

"Why do you have a gun?" - John to Mary

Mary had really believed her underwear drawer to be the best place to hide her emergency gun. Apparently this wasn't the case, considering the fact it had only taken John a couple of months to find the weapon. To be fair, for a retiring huntress one gun wasn't a big deal. If anything, she felt pretty unsafe and lost without an extra machete and a decent hunter's knife on the side, but she was trying to live her much desired normal life as normal as possible.

"Oh..." Wanting more than anything for a hole to open up beneath her feet and swallow her whole, Mary racked her brain for an answer. Any answer --that wasn't the truth, of course.

"It's my dad's. He thought it would be safer for us to have one." They didn't really live in the best neighbourhood in town, but they didn't live in a crappy shack either. She could roll with this lie. But despite the fact that the blonde had been lying to people for most of her life, it always made her feel sick to her stomach when she had to lie to the man she loved. Would it ever get easier?

"--In case of burglars."

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@becauseyouremybigbrother wants Mary

“Dean is strong. You both are, but I’ve seen what Michael can do...” 

Pausing as she remembered some of the horrors she’d seen in Bobby’s world, she told her daughter solemnly, “We’re going to have to come up with a different plan to keep him locked away.” 

[in-my-soul-arch]

@dhampirslays​ | liked for randomness and replied for everything

Mary remained within the safety of the bunker as she calmly regarded the young redhead. If she was one of the many creatures they hunted, the warding would keep her out. And if not, she could walk right on in. That one step could tell a lot. And Mary would react accordingly. 

“Are you here for one of my boys?” 

[entangledmuses]

@without-an-alibi​ || Asked:  “You didn’t have to do that. But you did.” {To Mary from John. I'll leave his age, which can be totally AU up to you}

"Of course I did John." Mary replied as she looked at the young boy. He was like family to her, despite the betrayal she first felt when he was born.

"Do you expect anything less from me?" She asked.

[entangledmuses]

@beautifulnigtmare​ || Mary and Francis.

It hadn’t always been easy for them. No. They had been arranged from the age of 6. Before they truly understood what it meant for them. And sure, they were childhood playmates, but never did it dawn on them that they were to be married.

But many years later, the reality had hit them.

And she never realised how much she could actually love someone who she had been arranged to wed.

Yet here he was. Francis.

He truly was the love of her life.

Her whole world.

She smiled as she saw him approach. The two had been separated for a few days, and though they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, seeing him again made her heart burst with joy, and love him even more.

Mary picked up her dress a little, and began to ran towards him, a smile across her lips.

[entangledmuses]

@putyourbabyfangsaway​ asked:  “Perhaps, Your Grace, it would be better if you refrained from thinking about me at all.” {To Mary Stuart}

Mary rose a single brow “And what makes you think that I think about you at all?” Mary asked. 

The skills of a queen... able to have a poker face, so nothing was readable in her eyes or expression.

“Perhaps, it is you that has been thinking on me, why else would you be here, trying to get my attentions?” She asked him. 

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@tobeblamed || cont’d X

This was one of the MAIN reasons why she never wanted her children to become hunters. Seeing him hurt and bleeding made it hard for Mary to breathe, the urge to PROTECT him all the greater and if she didn’t know any better, she’d run straight after the ghoul that had done this to put an end to its pitiful existence once and for all. But what kind of mother would that make her? His wounds were more important right now than her need for VENGEANCE.

“No, you’re not,” she corrected dryly, grabbing the nearest bottle of Scotch from the bar and kneeling down beside her son. “Not, until we can stop the bleeding.” 

[hcneysweets]

[ @itsdaisyhookum ]

Mary had gotten herself into a whole lot of trouble. She didn’t ask for it but she wasn’t one to step down to a cocky blood purist who thought they were better than her just because she had no magical background. Mulciber had started it, making comments that made her anger boil up in her chest, the urge to punch him in his smug face was impossible to ignore. She held back though, simply telling him to bugger off before she did indeed fight back.

Then while her back was turned he shouted out a curse she had never heard of before as she walked away. Immediately, she felt the pain that it caused as it sliced through her skin as if a sword was cutting deep into her body. Her shrieks of pain were echoing through the corridor and she wondered how it was possible nobody was around to hear her. She was panting as she fell to the ground unsure of what to do about her situation, but she saw the blood seeping through her clothes and she honestly did not believe she was going to survive this evening.

All of a sudden Mulciber was leaning in close over her bleeding body, using his wand to burn his name into her skin. Mary was fading in and out during the entire torturous moment, crying out for help, for him to please stop any time she was conscious. She didn’t understand what had driven him to go so far, besides her existence but she was prepared to end up found by Mrs. Norris the next morning.

The last thing she saw before passing out one more time was his face, a devious and evil grin on his face as he completed his work of art. So when he ended up running off at the sound of approaching footsteps and someone finally stepping in, Mary wasn’t even conscious enough to know she had been saved.