#@cupid-the-first

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Finally posting my love bullet art here :33

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Can you read my mind? (I've been watching you.) 𓆩♡𓆪

DEAN WINCHESTER X CUPID!READER

SUMMARY: Dean and Sam get a little unexpected help with a weird case. 2.3k

WARNINGS: none. first meeting. fem!reader. dean being wary of the supernatural but weak to a pretty face.

NOTES: VERY late valentine's post. I was struck with inspiration at 2 in the morning. Idk if Valentines are a thing or if i made them up but whatever. This is my first time writing for supernatural and my first time writing a fanfic in years pls be nice. Enjoy<3

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” You sigh as you materialize behind the brothers, making them almost jump out of their skin. “Love all over the place.”

You ignore their flabbergasted expressions as you look around the crowded plaza. It was Valentine’s day, and the whole place was decorated with pink and red hearts, the white streamers hanging from the trees moving with the breeze as couples and groups of friends walked around.

“Who are you?” You ignore the shorter one’s question as your gaze focuses on two kids sitting on a bench.

You could feel how much they liked each other, but they sat facing opposite ways, hands on laps and eyes stuck to the ground. You sigh and swiftly move your manicured hand towards them, pink nails shining under the sunlight. You can feel the brothers’ wary eyes on you, but you simply watch as the boy on the bench suddenly gets a notification on his phone.

“I just won two tickets for the My Chem show tonight.” He announces to the girl, voice incredulous. As they both start celebrating, the boy shyly looks up and invites her to go with him. She says yes, and after a few giggles and babbled words, they get up from the bench and leave.

You can’t help the little squeak that comes out of your mouth, your pastel pink wavy hair bouncing as you give a little jump. You immediately turn to the Winchester brothers, covering your mouth with your hand

“Sorry. You would think that after so many years on the job I would get used to it.” You sigh, twirling a lock of your hair with your fingers. “But sometimes it still manages to make me all giddy.”

You turn around just to find a gun being pointed towards you, barrel pressed to your stomach as green eyes bore holes into your head. Who you assumed was Dean Winchester was glaring at you, scowling, while his brother tried to block civilians from noticing the firearm in his hand.

Who would’ve thought green could be so beautiful.

You chuckle, not intimidated at all, which only made the brothers look even more confused.

“What the fuck are you?” Dean asks, the gun digging a little deeper into your skin.

“Are you Cupid?” This time it is Sam, his eyes studying your tiny pink dress, pink hair, and pink boots. But more importantly, the little bow and arrow that hung from your back.

You give the tall guy a cheeky smile.

“You must be Sam, hm? I’ve heard you’re the smart one.” You look back at Dean, delicate hand wrapping around the gun that was still being pressed against you. “Why don’t we put this away before you hurt someone.” You keep your eyes on him as you lower the gun. He lets you, a lost look on his face as to why he is letting you.

You take a step back and smile again, all rosy cheeks and fluttering eyelashes. “To answer your question, I guess you can call me a cupid, but I’m not the Cupid.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Dean’s eyes roam up and down your body.

“We’ve met Cupid before.” Comes Sam’s explanation. “So, you work for him? Are you an angel?”

You hum softly, pouty lips pursing. “I don’t work for the Cupid you met, the angel. But you humans also call my boss that.” The brothers’ expressions stay equally clueless. “I work for Eros, the-”

“Greek god of love.” You send Sam a sweet smile for his right answer.

“And desire, yes!”

“So you’re a Goddess.” Dean affirms more than asks, and when you turn back to face him you are struck with his beauty once again. Both brothers were drop-dead gorgeous, but something about the sharpness in the older one’s features made you want to ask if he was in any way related to Lady Aphrodite.

“Oh, no. Gods no.” You shake your head, making the multiple silver jewelry in your ears clink. “We work for Eros. Think about us like a version of Artemis’ hunters.”

“Yeah, because that gives me so much clarity.” Dean’s voice was breathtakingly deep, it reminded you of being in Lord Ares’ presence. (Happened once, never again.)

“Gods are incredibly powerful, but they often need help from mortals to do certain deeds. Artemis’ hunters, Hecate’s priests and priestess, so on and so forth.” You explain quickly. Sam seemed to understand you perfectly, Dean still looked a bit like he wanted to shoot you. “We don’t have an official name like that, but you can call us Valentines.”

“So you, what? Go around making people fall in love?” He asks with skepticism. You sigh. Everyone always had the same wrong idea.

“We don’t make people fall in love, we simply… present them with opportunities.” You chuckle and turn to look around the plaza, teeth biting down on your lower lip as you try to look for an example. You find a blond guy who was messing around with his friends near an ice cream shop. Right behind him, a girl in roller skates was moving his way.

“See those two?” I ask the brothers, pointing towards the pair. “If I didn’t intervene, they would never cross paths. But their auras, they are compatible, and they’re both lonely.” You squint, concentrating. Aura reading wasn’t as easy as fake witches made it seem. “But if I just…” Once again, you move your hand delicately towards them.

Suddenly, Blond Boy's friend's milkshake falls to the ground. It causes Blond Boy to take several steps back, getting right in Roller Skates Girl’s way. She immediately tries to stop, but it makes her lose her balance. Blond Boy’s hands are instantly on her waist, preventing her from falling on her back. They look at each other, eyes lingering, and your job is done.

You turn to the Winchesters with a satisfied smile, your flowy skirt dancing around you as you twirl, and they just stare back at you with wide eyes.

“I can’t tell how I feel about it.” Declares Sam, making you snicker.

“If it makes you feel better, I can assure you I can only influence circumstances.” You sigh, looking back at the two lovebirds. They’re already exchanging numbers. “Whatever happens from here on out is in their hands.”

That seems to do the trick, at least for the younger brother. Dean still looked like he was going to reach for his gun anytime soon. You sigh again.

“Look, I am not here to cause trouble.” You raise your hands in surrender, bracelets sliding down your wrists. “I came to talk.”

“Why would you want to talk to us?” You start to walk down the plaza, a little skip to your step. You stop right on the edge of the plaza where you could look down at the sea, waves hitting against the asphalt in a calming manner. Both brothers share a confused look before following you.

“You two are here for a hunt, right?” You ask walking down the edge of the shoreline, go-go boots click-clacking against the cobblestone. “The deaths that have been happening? People killing people they love?”

“What do you know about it?” You turn around at Dean’s accusatory tone. His gun was back in his hand, and it makes you roll your eyes. His eyebrows raise in surprise.

Looks like there was an edge in between all that sugar-covered whimsy after all.

“You know, everyone says you are distrustful, but damn.” You tsk. Why was it always the cute ones that had the biggest attitude problems? “I wasn’t going to intervene, but when I found out that the Winchesters were in my zone, I had to do something. You two are kind of famous for wiping out any supernatural beings you come in contact with.” You continue to walk down the shoreline. When you get to a light pole, you twirl around it until you’re facing the brothers again. “Any other day, I would’ve just hidden until you finished your job, but it is Valentine’s. The boss likes us to be extra active today.”

It looked like Dean wants to retort, but Sam interrupts him. “What do you know about the case?”

Your smile fades a little, and you let go of the light pole, your shiny eyes dropping to the floor.

“You’re looking for an Anti-Valentine, or that’s what we call them.” Your cheeks blush with shame. “They’re like us, Eros’ followers, but they…”

“Turn evil?” Dean guesses sarcastically, and you nod.

“Why would they want people to kill who they love?” Asks Sam, crossing his arms. “I mean, you look like you love love.”

That makes you giggle. “It is… hard. To do this job.” You lean back into the light pole, looking out at the sea. “There’s only so many times you can make two people who are perfect for each other meet, only for them to cheat or hurt each other before you start to have doubts.” You bite your lip, doe eyes glossing with sadness.

“And that makes them turn evil?”

“Well, most Valentines have had doubts at some point in our lives. But Anti-Valentines, they start to think humans don’t deserve love. They start getting angry and hateful, and it starts to poison them.” You swallow harshly, looking down at the floor before your eyes meet Dean’s green one, and the heavy weight on your chest turns a little lighter. Huh. “Valentines can’t manipulate mortal’s emotions, but Anti-Valentines… They've learned how to blind humans with anger. I think you humans may call it a rage blackout or something.”

The brothers seem to be processing your words. Dean studies you slowly while Sam looks like he’s racking his brain for any information on Valentines. If you hadn’t been so sad, you would totally be flirting with Dean right now. Yes, Eros was the God of love, but everyone seemed to forget he was also the God of desire. You could be a hell of a vixen when you were in the mood.

“So, how do we kill it?” Asks Dean, always ready to fight. It was hot.

“That’s the problem.” You sigh for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour, twirling around the light pole once again, cheeky smile returning to your face. “If I tell you how to kill them, I tell you how to kill me.”

Dean’s eyebrow raises, but his mouth twitches into a half-smirk. He looks you up and down one more time before his tongue runs over his lower lip, earning an incredulous huff from Sam.

“So, what’s the deal?”

“I’ll tell you how to find the Anti-Valentine and how to kill it, and you promise not to come for me after.”

“You got yourself a deal, sweetheart.”

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Dean was soaked in black blood when you appeared in front of him again.

Sam and he had just finally killed the Anti-Valentine, after being thrown against walls and dodging heart-pointed arrows for what felt like hours. Looks like those little bows aren't only for the aesthetic.

So while Sam and Dean looked a little worse for wear as they tried to catch their breath, there you were, in the middle of a filthy warehouse looking like a literal goddess. Pastel pink hair perfectly styled, shiny lips and shiny eyeshadow, your pink boots not getting dirty at all even as you walked through the dirt on the ground. The worst part was how you were pink everywhere. He wasn’t talking about only your clothes and hair. Your cheeks, your knees, your elbows. The palm of your hands and your pouty lips. Made him wonder, just how many other places were pink too.

“Nice to see you two are as good as they say.” You walk close to where the brothers are leaning against a wall. They were covered in blood and grim, slight cuts all over from when they weren’t quick enough while avoiding the Anti-Valentine’s arrows.

You stand right in front of Dean, and there is a halo of light around you. You were literally glowing. You were just so glad the Anti-Valentine had been taken care of. You would’ve done something about it before the Winchesters got into town, but Valentines couldn’t attack other Valentines, even if they were evil.

“Happy to meet your expectations, sweetheart.” Dean grunts, hand pressing to his side where there was a long gash.

You extend your hand towards him with a grin, palm up and ring-clad fingers waving. “My blade, please and thank you.”

You had given the brothers your celestial bronze dagger to use against the Anti-Valentine with the promise that they would give it back.

“What if we ever need to kill another one of these, hm?” It is impressive how Dean managed to look so hot when he was slowly bleeding out from his side. “Or another Greek creature.”

You smirk, and with a little jump you land in front of him. You lean in, biting your full lower lip and blinking up at Dean, long eyelashes fluttering. “Then I guess you’ll have to give me a call, sweetheart.”

You softly press a hand to Dean’s chest, making his breath hitch. You subtly wrap your hand around your dagger in his jacket’s pocket. When his eyes drop down to your lips, you press your hand harder against his torso. Gods, he was firm.

In less than a second, all injuries in Dean’s body were cured. Even the gash on his side. He looks up at you in surprise, and you swiftly take a step back, dagger in hand. You let out a dreamy giggle, taking a step towards Sam and pressing a finger to the tip of his nose, making a little “boop” sound and curing him instantly too.

You take another little jump back, facing both brothers as you brush your hair behind your shoulder and dangle the dagger between your slender fingers. With one last giggle, you wink at Dean.

“See you later, boys.”

You disappear in a cloud of pastel pink smoke, leaving behind a smell of caramel and red velvet cake.

And you knew you were gonna see them again. After all, you had a soft spot for pretty things.

[maybe-boys-do-love]

Mix Sahaphap gets to perform (and has the performance chops to perform) in a style that I’ve never seen any other male actor get to embody. Mix gets to unironically play the #strongfemalecharacter. The Beatrice, the Elizabeth Bennett, the Jo March. Strong-willed, emotional, kind-hearted.

Not only do the plot points line up, but Mix, more than any BL actor I’ve seen, fully leans into the embodiment of this archetype. In his roles, he rolls his eyes, pouts, banters flirtatiously, softens his posture and expression at small details. He doesn’t over-exaggerate and imposition other characters but his face also doesn’t hold back his character’s thoughts and judgments. And when the moments arrive, he lets all the hurt and anguish pour out in shatters of tears and visible heartbreak—the star-counting scene, anyone????—in a way that harkens to the operatic emotionality of well-done melodramas, soap-operas, and their contemporary Thai equivalent of Lakorn. It’s only that these have never been men’s roles in those.

It’s no surprise that one of Mix’s roles—Cupid’s Last Wish—is explicitly a gender body-swap, and Tian in A Tale of Thousand Stars is (albeit explicitly denied within the show) heavily connected to gender body-swapping. What Mix specializes in as an actor, and does exceptionally well, has been defined as feminine. To depict a kind of queer expression in this style is novel because it’s not camp, it’s not okama, it’s not a soft or femboy, it’s not a BL twink (Mix has been mostly excluded from the schoolyards and quads of the BL universe except for a role as a senior crush in Fish Upon the Sky). It’s too sincere and too adult for any of that.

In Moonlight Chicken we get to see, without the pretense of gendered mysticism, this performance style’s seduction, warmth, wit, and explosiveness within the framework of a general gay form of expression. It says that this kind of femininity might just be a gay thing. Not all gay men exhibit it, obviously—queer men aren’t a monolith. Still, it gives us something to consider about how we observe performance of queerness on screen, especially in front of an audience that puts so much more emphasis on ships, heat, and pairing chemistry to assess how well they perform a BL role. Could we look for other features to judge performance of queerness instead of how well they kiss?

Seme and uke roles would be the major performance style categories loyal BL fans assess actors with, yet even within the archetype his character’s fill within BL narratives, Mix’s performances differ from the typical uke depiction in BL because he really doesn’t perform them as passive. Rather, Mix’s characters and his portrayal of them are dynamic and demanding. It certainly fits certain stereotypes of ukes (Gilbert!) and their gay stereotype equivalent of bottoms as pillow princesses and brats. Mix’s characters, though, have more drive, agency, and compassion than that, and he plays them with all of those currents running underneath.

We certainly have openly gay writer/director Aof Noppharnach to thank for writing this kind of queer character for Mix to play in Tian and Wen. But for Mix’s specific commitment to the performance starting off with his (debut!?) role in ATOTS, we first have Earth to thank for believing in Mix’s ability and recommending him to portray the role of Tian, and then Aof’s acceptance despite his differing initial expectations for the character. Mix, Earth, and Aof have all been open about how Mix in his personal life and nature holds a lot of similarities to both his role as Tian in ATOTS and Wen in Moonlight Chicken. Some people might knock points off his performances because he’s like them. But his relationship to the characters, rather than dampening my enthusiasm for Mix’s performances, helps me appreciate his willingness to give an authentic performance in a style that hasn’t been encouraged on screens previously. It’s made more impactful that he chose to risk vulnerability to bring something personal that had previously been excluded from screens because of its gender deviance (and in broader society explicitly condemned). This doesn’t make a claim on Mix’s actual identity, but simply shows his willingness to understand and perform the expressions of his queer characters with an effort at empathy that many other actors would feel challenged to bring.

Some actors are chameleons, but some actors have a gift of a type within which they can explore depths and range that no one else can best. For me, that’s what Mix does in his work when directors and casting understands his talent. There’s a BTS video of Mix actually fainting during a scene while in Earth/Phupa’s embrace on the mountain that immediately brought to mind the wildly famous final scene in the film Camille where Greta Garbo as Marguerite dies in her lover’s arms.

For Mix, it was a serious incident due to regrettably extreme conditions and requiring the on-set paramedics, but these levels of theatrics, for me, are emblematic of what Mix is capable of as a performer, as well. After all, he had to faint in Phupa’s arms multiple times on purpose. It’s the kinds of Old Hollywood and heightened sentimental romance realms Mix takes his performances to! Then he can turn around and make it look easy to take that same character into grounded quips or dedicated everyday tasks. It only takes writers, directors, and audiences willing to see that men can feel this way and act this way. Mix has paved the way.

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hey gang, happy pride month !! how are we

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you're begging me to take a bite

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My edits of these already perfect dolls <3 just some smaaaaaaall adjustments!

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adopt of the week, DM to purchase 🩷🪽 (plus, cyberhog from last week is also still available!)

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The Heart Killers EP1 | Kantbison + Lovesick

May I remind you that this is after ONE NIGHT. Already sooo far gone. Completely LOST IN THE SAUCE. If they're like this NOW, god only knows how they'll behave when they're dating.

[hay2es]

my attempt on drawing the pink squad💔

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hoping they all become friends

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Y’all ever think about how Ladybug didn’t really wait for proof of how the Dark Cupid arrows work and how they can be neutralized, such as seeing someone getting saved from the effects or trying other things on black-lipstick-Chat first, and instead just went off of a random lesson from that day’s schoolwork, like, “hey wait, ‘true love conquers hate’? Hmm, then Imma kiss Cat Noir”, so much so that she chased him, lassoed him to a light pole, and then just absolutely pulled that boi in and gave him the longest smooch she could? All while smiling? With no qualms or realizing that she just admitted that she loved Cat Noir?

And that Cat Noir still looked surprised, and then like he was seriously enjoying the kiss even though he was affected by the akumatized villain, because no matter how affected he is/was, he truly loves Ladybug so much that his love for her is stronger than Hawkmoth’s the villain’s power of hatred?

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I am punished by love. 𓆩♡𓆪

DEAN WINCHESTER X CUPID!READER

SUMMARY: Reader finds herself getting in trouble with Lord Eros, and the boys find themselves with a dying Valentine. 3.9k

WARNINGS: A little angst, not a lot. Gods are assholes. fem!reader. Not a lot happens, but this is where the story starts getting good.

NOTES: Cupid is back! I'm sorry it took so long but classes are killing me. Anyway, she's here and she's free. I will probably write another part to this because I love them but still let me know if you'd like that. It's really freaking long because I cannot be brief when I write. Enjoy<3

Every Valentine knew that they weren’t allowed to mingle much with mortals. Yes, Lord Eros didn’t care if you occasionally talked or messed around with a human, but forming bonds with them? That was different. 

That’s why every time you met with the Winchesters, you had to be extra careful. Eros was a deity, he was often too busy to notice what every single one of his followers was doing. And your quota of love meetings was being fulfilled, so you didn’t worry too much.

You liked to surprise the brothers with unannounced appearances, especially Dean. You loved to materialize next to him at a bar, in his motel room, or sometimes even while they were visiting a morgue. You had gotten really good at dodging bullets when you scared him a little too hard, always having a fit of giggles while he clutched his pearls and grumbled at you. 

He never stayed mad for too long. 

You liked to hang around, sometimes helping the guys with research or healing them after an especially bloody hunt. The necklace that was always around your neck, the one with an arrow charm, shining with a soft pink glow as you cradle the brothers’ faces in your hands and let your power heal them. You never got involved in the hunt itself, since killing something could probably end up calling some deity's attention and the information would eventually get back to Lord Eros. 

That was, until that night.

Sam and Dean were hunting somewhere near your zone, you were informed by wind nymph you were friends with. Excited, you decided to finish work early after meeting your quota and pay the guys a visit. It had been quite some time since the last time you saw them, and you were missing the warmth that filled your chest when those green eyes were on you.

But when you materialize wherever Dean was, you see something that makes your blood freeze. Sam is on the floor, unconscious. He was bleeding steadily from a wound on his head, looking as if he had been thrown against multiple walls. But his aura was still there, which meant he was alive. But what makes you grab your bow without a second thought is the sight of Dean, tied up to a column. 

There is something in front of him, your mind doesn't even register what it is. But it is some kind of bird hybrid, with winged arms and clawed feet. But what you do register is the way its clawed hand is over Dean’s chest, steadily digging its way to his heart. 

Without thinking twice, you shoot a celestial bronze heart-pointed arrow through its chest. As the monster drops to the floor, you run to Dean.

“Dean!” Your voice is full of panic as you reach him, quickly cutting his restraints free with your dagger. 

“Sweetheart.” He leans forward, collapsing onto you, clearly dizzy with whatever the monster had done to him and still bleeding from the scratches on his chest. 

“Dean!” You yell again as his whole body weight presses onto you. You lean backwards and cup his face with your hands. After a few seconds, he is healed. Once you make sure he’s not bleeding anymore, you leave him regaining his breath with his back against the pole while you run to Sam, white tights ripped and dirty at the knees from kneeling down on the dirty floor. You quickly heal Sam too, and once he opens his eyes, you go back to check on Dean. 

But as soon as you stand up and turn around, your breath is punched out of your lungs.

There, on the floor, with your heart-shaped arrow piercing clean through its chest, was a harpy. 

“No.” You whisper, slowly walking closer to the corpse on the floor. “No, no. Please, no.”

Sam and Dean share a confused look, but Dean immediately gets up from the floor and walks closer to you. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Not even Dean’s deep voice could calm you down right now. Because you had just killed a harpy. One of Zeus’ hounds. There was no hiding from this, no way to excuse yourself. You were a Valentine, you didn’t kill monsters, you weren’t even supposed to ever find yourself in their path. A harpy would’ve never attacked you, because it would have recognized you as Eros’.

You don’t notice how bad your hands are shaking until Dean takes them into his bigger ones, his rough and calloused skin wrapping around your soft and delicate one. “Sweetheart, you’re scaring us.” He says, turning you around to face him. “Please, tell us what’s going on.”

You open your mouth to talk, but you’re interrupted by a cheerful, childish voice.

“So this is where my favorite little Valentine has been sneaking off to.” The voice is jolly and fake, and it makes you shut your eyes close.

You turn around, letting go of Dean’s hands, and immediately drop to your knees without even looking at the intruder. “Lord Eros.” You whisper, head hanging low and eyes glued to the floor.

“At least your manners are still there.” Eros’ words are full of condescendence, and you start to wonder how bad this would actually be.

People were often afraid of Gods like Ares or Hades, but they seemed to forget that love could be crueler than anything else.

“L-lord Eros, please let me explain-”

“Let you explain what, child? Why you killed a harpy, even when it is imperative that Valentines do not attack other Greek creatures? Especially Zeus’ doggies! Or maybe you want to explain why you are hanging around hunters in the first place.” Eros walks close to you, standing in front of where you were still kneeling on the floor. “All for these… boys?” He scoffs.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Dean takes a step closer to Eros, trying to reach for his gun. You immediately turn to him and stop him, gripping his wrist with force and looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Dean, no.” You beg, hand still on his wrist. He looks at you incredulous, never having seen you so scared. Not when you met your first werewolf, not when you teletransported to a vamp nest by accident, not even when he had pointed his gun at you the first time you met.

You hear Eros snicker. “Get up, child.” You hastily stand up from the ground, hand still wrapped around Dean’s wrist just in case he decides to try something else against the God. “You know I am all for having some fun. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to play a little with these two cuties.” He looks at the brothers up and down, making Dean get even more angry. “But you’re getting too involved, Valentine.”

You gulp, taking in a shaky breath. “My Lord, they helped me kill an Anti-Valentine that was killing people in my zone. On Valentine's day!” You were trying to keep your voice stable, but the weight of Eros’ eyes on you was too much. “They- they got rid of them, so I owed them one. That's the only reason I came to help them today.”

You squeeze Dean’s wrist in what you hope is a message of “I’m lying. Please know I’m lying. I am trying to save our asses, and I probably won’t succeed, but just know that I’m lying.”

“Is that so?” Eros’ eyes study all three of you quickly, and you don’t have the courage to meet Dean’s eyes and know if he got your message.

There was a long moment of silence, and then, “You would think by now you knew better than to lie to a God.”

Your shoulders slump, and your eyes shut down tightly. Dean’s hand tries to move for his gun again, and you stop him once more. 

It won’t work, you want to tell him. He’s a God, you idiot. You’re just going to piss him off even more.

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is-” Dean starts, trying to take a step forward. With one simple movement of his hand, Eros glues him to the ground. “What the-?” Dean grunts as he tries to move his feet.

“Not only did you pick a hunter, but a disrespectful one at that?” Eros sighs, looking down at his nails in disappointment. 

“Kiss my-”

“Dean.” I plead again, finally turning around to meet his eyes. 

Please don’t make this worse.

He clenches his jaw but stays quiet, murderous eyes returning to the God in front of us.

“Aw, aren't you two adorable?” Eros asks sarcastically, his inviting smile twisting into something evil. “Now, my dear Valentine. In any other case, you would be dead already. But,” He sighs again, almost as if he regrets not having killed you yet. “I remember when I reaped you. So lonely, so hurt, so… broken.”

Your eyes dart back down to the floor, a shiver running down your spine as the memory you tried to keep at bay for so long comes back to you.

“You would’ve been nothing after what happened if I hadn't reaped you.” His words are cruel, and his voice is patronizing. “I saved you, gave you a new opportunity. And if I have to be honest, you’re one of my favorites. I always did have a soft spot for pathetic and tragic stories.”

Dean fists clench, and you were sure the only thing keeping him from jumping Eros was the fact that he was magically bound to the ground. 

“I know, Lord Eros.” You whisper. “I will always be thankful.”

And in a very sick way, it was true. Greek Gods weren’t famous for their kindness and altruism. They only did things that benefited them, and reaping broken people as Valentines gave Eros a more loyal following. But nonetheless, he had saved you. And you liked being a Valentine, mistreatment aside.

“Well, it sure doesn't look like it!” He laughs. “But I am nothing if not merciful. So, I'll give you a second chance.”

Your eyes immediately dart up, wide and wary. This wasn’t a gift, it was a test.

Eros sends you a smile that makes you feel nauseous, and then he throws something your way. You catch it mid-air, and look down at it. A celestial bronze dagger. Your blood drains from your face.

“Kill them.” Eros says brightly, like he was asking you to try a chocolate from his brand new chocolate box. “I like you, you get the job done correctly. But we can’t have you distracted, so kill them.”

You stare at Eros for a few seconds, breath ragged. The necklace around your neck, the one that contained Eros’ touch, the one that marked you as his, the one that kept you alive, was burning against your skin. 

You slowly turn to Dean, who was already looking at you. His gaze was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes. Trust.

“I’m sorry” You whisper, and Dean’s eyes darken just a little, his brows furrowing. 

You fix your grip on the dagger and get ready, taking one last breath and looking deep into Dean’s eyes. 

I’m sorry.

You swifty thrust your hand upwards, cutting the necklace off in one clean movement. The arrow charm falls to the ground with a clink, the cut-up cord still hanging around your neck.

“Oh, you dumb little girl.” 

Eros sends you one last disgruntled look before snapping his fingers and disappearing in a bright ball of light.

At first you don’t feel anything, and then your knees buckle. 

You start falling forward, and the only reason you don’t end up on the floor is because Dean catches you. 

Dean screams your name, and then he feels like all the air is ripped out of his lungs. Your face, that beautiful, soft face that he had grown to love so much, was cracking. And he meant it literally. Black lines were expanding through your face, fracturing your skin like a broken porcelain doll. 

He says your name with desperation. “W-what- what is happening?” He screams your name again, eyes wild and devastated. “Sammy, we need to do something. She’s- she’s…”

You shake your head softly, feeling the ache of your skin cracking. It was as if the life was being drained out of you. You could barely move, body heavy and eyes stinging. You felt fragile and weak for the first time in ages. 

“There’s nothing you can do, Dean.’ You whisper, your usually pink lips pale and full of black little slits. “I’m sorr-” Your legs give in as the cracks make their way down to the rest of your body. You fold in half as Dean tries to keep you up.

“Bullshit, we’ll find a way. There must be something-” His voice is wet, and when you look up, so are his eyes. You want to comfort him, to tell him everything will be fine. “Come on, stay with me, sweetheart.”

Don’t worry about me. You want to whisper. I love you.

But you can't talk, throat dry and tongue heavy. 

Suddenly, there’s another bright light behind you, and all three of you close your eyes tightly at its intensity. 

Both Sam and Dean look confused, but you know what that light means. A God.

It doesn’t matter that you were about to die, you had been trained for years to be respectful of Gods. It wasn’t even devotion, it was survival. Greek gods liked being respected, they liked obedience, and they liked to be flattered. Get on their bad side, and you’ll find yourself like Arachne or Medusa or Narcissus. 

With your last bit of strength, you turn around in Dean’s grasp. You try to drop to your knees, but Dean’s arms around you keep you up. 

“Dean…” You whisper, voice dry and raw, skin still cracking. You try to kneel again, but he easily fights your weak attempts.

“Stop, sweetheart. Stop. You’re hurt.” He argues, voice shaky. He couldn’t believe the power these creatures had over you. Dean understood they were Gods, but the sight of you, breaking and dying, still trying to kneel for anyone made him almost blind with rage.

“He’s right, child. You’re going to hurt yourself even more.” Oh, you knew that voice.

Shivering with another wave of pain, you look up.

“Lady Aphrodite.” Your breath hitches. The times you had been in the presence of the Goddess of love had been scarce, but it managed to leave you breathless every single one. 

Sam’s and Dean’s eyes widen. Lady who?

They were sure this would be an easy werewolf hunt, what the fuck had they gotten themselves into?

The almost absurdly beautiful woman walks closer to you, and the air seems to shift around her, her dress made of something that looked like rose petals and clouds at the same time.

“Oh child, you’ve gotten yourself into quite some trouble.” Aphrodite says, looking down at you with eyes that tried but didn’t quite achieve empathy.

Dean’s arms tighten around you, pressing you to his chest as you start to feel even weaker. The action seemed to amuse the Goddess, and she gives everyone a cheerful smile that no one reciprocates. 

“L-lady Aphrodite, it is an honor-” You try muttering, but it only causes you to go into a coughing fit. 

“Don’t talk, child.” She orders, and you shut your mouth. “You’ve really pissed off my son, Valentine.”

“Son?” Dean asks, wary eyes still on the goddess. Oh gods, you need to give him a Greek mythology 101 class as soon as possible.

Except you are actively dying, so there would be no “soon as possible”.

Aphrodite just sends Dean an incredulous look, and I get prepared to beg for her forgiveness in case Dean had offended her. The Winchester brothers already had enough on their plate without pissing off a Greek god.

“Eros. I-I mean Lord Eros.” Sam comes to our rescue, placing a hand on Dean’s shoulders that meant shut the fuck up, dude. “He’s your son, yours and A- Lord Ares.”

“It is refreshing to see a mortal that isn’t so ignorant.” The Goddess sends Sam a satisfied look, her eyes scanning him up and down. Sam squirms under her gaze, and if you weren’t currently about to come undone like a vase that was carelessly dropped to the floor, you would laugh. 

The comment just makes Dean more pissed off, but it looks like he learned from his encounter with Eros, because he doesn’t try to attack the Goddess.

Thank Gods.

“Anyway, I didn’t come here to talk about my family tree.” Aphrodite’s dart back to you, still pressed against Dean’s chest and cracking slowly but surely. “I came here for you.”

You frown. You think about everything you’ve ever done, trying to remember if you had ever offended the Goddess enough for her to come searching for revenge on your last minutes of existence. But the look in her eyes is as soft as a God’s eyes get, and she looks almost… not sad, because Gods didn’t care enough about mortals to be sad, but something similar. 

“You know, I love a good story. Drama, tragedy, passion.” She sighs, voice dreamy as if everyone else in the room wasn’t in despair. “But love stories are so boring these days! Lovers don’t die for each other like they used to.” She shakes her head disappointedly. “If I had to watch one more man cheat with the babysitter, I was going to send in a new plague.”

All the mortals in the room shiver at her words, but Aphrodite looked as if she had just said she was going to punch a wall, not kill half the population. 

“Wait, does that mean you Gods watch us? Our lives?” Dean is frowning, an uncomfortable sensation crawling up his spine at the idea.

“Just the interesting ones.” Aphrodite makes a dismissive movement with her hand. “I was never too interested in hunters. You all are so emotionally unavailable, it is boring.” She huffs. “But you, little valentine. You have potential.”

There was no way that could be good.

“I see love, and passion, and so much tragedy!” She squeaks. 

Oh, right. Great, thank you.

Everyone in the room stares at the Goddess in disbelief, mouths parted and eyes wide. The silence is only broken when you groan again, curling in on yourself as a wave of pain washes over you. 

Aphrodite grabs your face, and it hurts. Your skin is almost completely cracked, the crevasses getting deeper and deeper, but you swallow your whine. “I can save you, child.”

Dean immediately seems to relax a bit, but you don’t. Because “miracles” like this never came for free. Gods always thought about themselves first, and you couldn’t think of what Aphrodite could ask in exchange to save your life.

“Y-you can? Please, we’ll do whatever-” You interrupt Dean before he promises something like that to a God.

“W-wait, Dean.” you cough, tongue almost black with how drained of color you were, throat feeling dusty. You were actually going to break like a porcelain doll. “What’s the catch?”

Aphrodite laughs, seemingly amused by your question. She lets go of your face and brushes her hair off her shoulder.

“Not much, really.” She exclaims graciously, a perfect smile on her perfect face. “You just gotta give me a good story!”

The room is silent again, not a cricket in the distance. You all stare at her, no one really knowing what she meant.

“Oh, come on!” She pouts. “I told you, you have potential. Give me drama, give me tragedy, give me heart-wrenching angst and tear-worth romance!”

Right, because that was so easy. You were pretty sure love wasn't in the cards for you. There’s only so much time you can spend watching everyone else fall in love while being alone until you start to get convinced you are, indeed, unloveable.

Something on your face must give away your thoughts, or maybe Gods could read minds. You weren’t sure. Whatever it was, it made Aphrodite grin. “That’s what I'm talking about! The good old tropes.”

“Whatever.” Dean grunts, feeling the way your body becomes heavier on his arms. “She’ll do it, just- save her. Please.”

Aphrodite's grin widens, seemingly pleased with what she is hearing. She presses a finger to your forehead, and a wave of warmth runs through your ice-cold body. The cracks on your skin start to close, and the vitality of life slowly comes back to you. 

“Remember, child. A good story.” And in a bright ball of light, the Goddess disappears. 

In a second, you were as good as new. You start to straighten up in Dean’s hold, his arms sliding off your body once you regain your footing. You look down at your arms and legs, free of cracks. 

You quickly look up at Dean, who was looking at you with glossy, relieved eyes. Your heart starts to beat faster. You had accepted the fact that you had to die, because if it was in between Dean or you, the answer would always be you. But now, staring at Sam’s and Dean’s broken expressions, you're grateful you didn’t die.

I’ll have to do so many thank-you offerings.

You push away the thought and instead jump forward, pulling both Sam and Dean in for a hug.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Dean grunts, subtly burying his face on your hair. It smelled the same as always. Caramel and marshmallows. “Don’t you ever scare us like that again.”

Sam chuckles, nodding. He takes a step back first, but Dean’s arms stay around you for a moment longer. His arms around your waist are unyielding and almost desperate, and you hug him back almost as firmly. 

He finally seems to get a grip on himself and takes a step back. His eyes were still a little wild, but his grin was that same caring, playful one you loved so much.

“You’re okay.” He sighs, almost more for himself than anyone else.

“Yeah.” You take in a deep breath, trying to understand what has happened. “I mean- I don’t know what happened to my powers. I can still see auras but I don’t think I can create a meeting anymore, the part of them that told me if they were compatible with someone else is gone.” I squint at Sam, trying to read his aura correctly. “I don’t know if I can teleport or heal you guys anymore. And I can’t tell if my archery abilities were mine or I had them because of being a Valentine. I don’t even know if I still can read ancient Greek.” 

As you start panicking a little, stumbling with your words as you rant, Sam and Dean share an endeared look.

“Calm down, sweetheart.” Dean’s eyes meet yours, and the warmth in them makes your breath slow down a bit. 

Green might just be your new favorite color.

“Yeah, we have plenty of time to figure out what happened.” Sam offers you a gentle smile, and you slowly return it. “Let’s go celebrate at a bar, first round’s on me.”

Sam is right. Nothing else matters, because you are alive, and you have your boys by your side. Whatever had happened, you three would figure it out.

“There’s something else.” You say suddenly, looking up at the brothers with your shiny, big doe eyes. “I don’t have anywhere to go. Like- I don't have a home, or somewhere to stay.”

Sam and Dean share another look, silently having a conversation as your eyes dart in between them, trying to understand what was happening. 

“I think we have a solution for that.” Sam turns to you with a little smirk.

“How would you like to come live with us, sweetheart?”

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Sooo… this happened…

(let's see if I can finish it without dying in the attempt.)

the context of the AU: (here)

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Solomon Joseph Solomon RA RBA (British, 1860-1927) Love's First Lesson, Detail, 1885

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Since I couldn't draw much yesterday I basically played SDV all day...

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