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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 4 months

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A Shade of Gray: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Your abilities are put to the test when you have to gather evidence based on what your psyche is telling you. Hotch believes in you, and that’s the only thing that matters.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

You and Rossi walk down to the kitchen to see what Bill was called away for. You need to inspect every inch of this house so you'll know where to start looking.

"Our tech guys found this dishrag and a glass of water. Kyle's fingerprints were all over it," Bill says.

"So, he wakes up thirsty, comes to the kitchen, and gets some water."

"When we got here, the deadbolt on the French doors was unlocked."

"That must have been his exit."

"Rossi! Y/N! Check this out!" Derek calls from the basement. You and Rossi join Derek in the basement. You're immediately floored at the energy left behind down here. "This window was definitely broken from the outside. Given the size of it, the unsub would have to be really small to get through it. What did you find upstairs?"

"There were signs of a struggle. It looks like Kyle was abducted from his room. The unsub went out through the family room door."

"So, he finds a safe and quiet place to break in."

"Everything about how Kyle was taken is consistent with the previous abductions."

Yeah, too consistent.

Hotch, JJ, Spencer, and Penelope came up with a short list of suspects they thought might have done this. You'll be back to this house to inspect it further so you leave with Derek, Bill, and Rossi back to the police station to find out what list they have.

"We've already narrowed the list to five men."

"Already?"

"Hugh Rollins, forty-three, lived in Camden County his whole life, in and out of foster care since he was a toddler, and acquired quite the nice rap sheet."

"What's his connection to the victims?"

"Two years ago, he got a steady job installing TVs. The first two families recently purchased a new one. Garcia found something else. Rollins had no cell or bank activity on the days the boys were abducted."

Relief washes over you, and you look at Bill to see his eyes closed. Why is he relieved at this news?

"We haven't been able to connect Rollins to Kyle yet," you say.

"You're saying you wanna wait for more evidence?"

"No, there isn't time. We have sufficient probable cause."

"Hotch, you need to hear what Y/N has to say," Rossi says.

All eyes are on you, and you look at Bill who is waiting for you to say something. Rossi understands what needs to happen, so he makes up some bullshit and takes him off to the side.

"What is it?" Hotch asks.

"I don't think Rollins did it. At least not with Kyle. I know you told me to gather physical evidence, but forget that for a moment. Sarah and Dan are racked with guilt. There's so much there that I started to feel guilty about things from my past. Danny is the complete opposite. He has no emotion about any of this. When I was talking to his dad, he was sitting next to him with a clear bored expression on his face. It felt forced when he started crying.

"The reason why I don't think Rollins did it is because the first two victims were taken from their homes, right? There is not an energy out of place in that house. I've never met Rollins, but I would have noticed a stray energy. Plus, I saw Kyle. He's dead.

"Soley based on this energy, I think Danny killed his brother in a fit of rage, and based on his parents' energies, I think they're covering it up or they know what happened. The relief I felt from Bill when you said Rollins might be responsible for this is concerning. Bill knows what happened and they're all keeping it a secret."

"Y/N--"

"I know what you're going to say," you cut Derek off. "I need physical proof to back my theory up. I get it. I'm telling you this because I'd like you to give me a little leash." You turn to Hotch. "Give me some time to gather what I can. I'm not saying Rollins didn't kill those two little boys, but he didn't kill Kyle. Please."

"Fine. You and Reid go to the Murphy house and the rest of us will take Rollins. You'll have your leash. Don't choke me with it."

"Thank you. Come on, Spencer."

The Murphys are surprised to see you back at their place so shortly after leaving.

"Agents. I didn't expect you to come back so quickly," Dan says.

"Yes. Could we take a look inside? I want to make sure we didn't miss anything in our initial sweep. Can we start with Kyle's room?"

"Of course. Come in."

You and Spencer walk into the house and take a look around. Dan and Sarah stay downstairs while you and Spencer head up to Kyle's room which is still in a state of array.

"So, what are we looking for?"

"Anything that would suggest Danny killed his brother or that Sarah and Dan covered it up. I have the crime scene photos of the first two victims' bedrooms." You take out the folder and put the two pictures side by side to compare it to the state of Kyle's room. "Take a look at the sheets. The first two were ripped as if the kids tried to fight back. Look at Kyle's."

Kyle's sheets are thrown on the ground as if someone placed them there instead of an actual struggle occurring. You take your phone out and take a picture of Kyle's room so that you can compare it to the other two later on.

"Isn't there something off about this room?"

"What do you mean?"

"It looks like this was staged. Like someone came in here and messed everything up to make it look like a struggle. Did he even sleep in this room last night?"

"It does look that way compared to the other two, but that doesn't mean Danny killed his brother."

"No, but it helps my theory. Come on." You take Spencer over to Danny's room which is neat for a kid. The only thing out of place is the bunk beds because both beds are messed up like two people slept here and not one. "I thought only one kid lives here."

"They do."

"I think Kyle slept in here last night. The sheets wouldn't look slept in if he didn't." You walk closer to the bed and notice a dark spot in the middle of the bed underneath a teddy bear. "Kyle wet the bed. Come on." You take Spencer back downstairs where Dan is waiting eagerly. He stands up as soon as he sees you, and he wipes his hands on his jeans as if they're starting to clam up. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just want my little boy to come home."

"I understand. Thank you for letting us do this," Spencer says.

"Anything you need that might help."

You notice Dan's knuckles are freshly busted like he hit something over and over again. You didn't see any workout equipment in the house, so you're not sure where he got that if he got that here.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your hand?" you ask.

Dan puts his left hand over his right to hide it but you've already seen it.

"I was working out at the gym and forgot to bring my gloves. I'm always forgetting things like that," he chuckles.

"Right, well, give us five more minutes and we'll be out of your hair." You take Spencer down to the basement where the collective energy of the family resides. "This is where most of the energy is."

"What do you feel?"

"Well, it doesn't really matter what I feel. According to Hotch, I need physical proof."

"Come on, don't do that. He's not here. It's just me. What do you feel?"

"A lot of anger. A lot of pain. Whatever happened to Kyle happened in this room."

"How can you be sure?"

"He's standing in the corner watching us. Hotch doesn't understand. This is why I don't rely on physical evidence. I know people's secrets and when you confront them about it, nine out of ten times, they crack."

The glass from the broken window catches the light, and you walk over to it carefully. They've cleaned the glass up but the hole is still there. Ghost pieces of glass hover off the ground and fit back into place. All the pieces are there but one. Why would one be missing? The police have the pieces of glass in evidence, so you'll need to get those to reconstruct what the window looked like before it was smashed. Dan was nervous when you asked him about his hand which is more suspicious when you know a piece of the window is missing.

"We'll need to get those glass pieces back. I bet one of them is missing. I don't think Dan was working out when he busted his knuckles." You look out the broken window to see the neighbor across the street working in her flower garden, and she periodically looks over at the Murphy house. "Let's talk to her."

"Why? Police already talked to all the neighbors."

"We didn't."

As soon as you thank the Murphys, you leave their house and head over to the neighbor's house. She is working in her garden when she hears the clack of your heels on the concrete.

"May I help you?"

"Yes. I'm Agent Y/N and he's Dr. Spencer Reid. We're investigating the disappearance of Kyle Murphy. I'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."

"I already told the police everything I know."

"Still. I'd appreciate it if you give me a moment of your time. I promise to keep this short." The woman stands up, wipes her dirt-covered hands on her jeans, and gives you the okay. "Thank you. Do you spend a lot of time in your garden?"

"Yes. I grow rare flowers that need my attention multiple times a day."

"Would you say you have a good view of the Murphy house?"

"Yes."

"Have you noticed anyone lingering around their house? It could be a car you don't recognize or someone passing by their house multiple times a day."

"No. I lost my job recently so I've been home all day to tend to my garden. I know everyone in this neighborhood because I attend the weekly meetings at the church. I would have noticed someone out of place."

You look up at her house and notice a small security camera in the corner that points toward the Murphy house.

"Excuse me, is your camera on?" you ask.

"Always. I don't want people stealing my flowers."

"Does it point to the Murphy house?"

"Not in the way you're hoping. It doesn't capture the whole house. The police already asked to see the footage but it didn't help them."

"Do you mind releasing footage to us? It might help us."

"Sure. I'll be right back." The woman goes inside and returns moments later with a file in her hand. "I've already looked. I don't know what you're going to find."

"Thank you for your help. If you can think of anything else, please give me a call." You turn to Spencer. "We need to get this to Garcia, and I think we should check the woods next. We might find Kyle there."

You'd call this successful and wonder if the other half of the team is doing well. Emily and Derek found child pornography on his computer but nothing that connects him to the three boys. However, they did find a black bag filled with children's toys, more specifically, his victims'.

"I'll check out back," Bill announces.

When he gets back there, Rollins can be seen trying to run away. Bill takes out his gun and starts firing without trying to pursue him on foot.

"Stop! Bill, stop!" Derek yells when he runs outside. Derek and Emily take off running toward Rollins who tries to climb the fence to get out. Derek tackles him to the ground and arrests him right there and then. Emily takes him to the police car while Derek walks back to Bill with an angry look on his face. "What the hell was that about?"

"I thought he might get away. I wasn't thinking."

"You're damn right you weren't."

"I know. It was stupid."

"What if you'd killed him? He's the only one who knows where Kyle is."

"I said I know."

The relief I felt from Bill when you said Rollins might be responsible for this is concerning. Bill knows what happened and they're all keeping it a secret.

Derek thinks about your words from earlier and looks between Bill and Rollins. If you're right about this, and he knows you probably are, then Bill knows the truth about what happened to Kyle.

"Lancaster, I've been where you are. I was a cop, too. That's why I knew this wasn't a good idea. You are way too close."

"I'm not gonna stop until we find Kyle," Bill glares and leaves Derek's side.

"Kyle isn't here," Rossi says and leaves the house with Emily.

"No, and if he isn't on this property, he's already in the woods. So, Rollins goes to the trouble of breaking into the Murphys' house? It's a big risk to take Kyle. If he's already in the woods, then he only kept him for a few hours. This doesn't make any sense."

I saw Kyle downstairs as a spirit. He died, and not that long ago.

The reason why I don't think Rollins did it is because the first two victims were taken from their homes, right? There is not an energy out of place in that house. I've never met Rollins, but I would have noticed a stray energy.

Soley based on this energy, I think Danny killed his brother in a fit of rage, and based on his parents' energies, I think they're covering it up or they know what happened.

Rossi thinks back to your words.

"I think Y/N might be right on this one. We need to find Kyle's body to be sure."

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psychologeek · 9 months

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Psy's masterpost

Like my writing? Came here for a prompt and wants more? (update: 01.04.24/

I HAVE AO3! PsycholoGeek feel free to look. (I love comments. Just saying 😜)

Writing Tags:

"my additions" (adding to others)

"my writing" (og/long adds)

"my poems" (poems)

Not all my writing is there, of course.

Fic Recs (personal favourites)

Grave Promises - Batman, 2,111 words

Witwat and the Jin - Batman, 2,245 words

Sing Me To Sleep - DP*DC 19k words. Tws in tags. Tim and healing (it gets worse before it gets better. But it gets better.)

Who am I (to disappear) - DC, Cass-centric, 22k words

A list of my fics (complete and WIPs) undercut:

Completed one-shot:

Grave Promises (Batman, 2,111 words) - very important to me. Life, recovery, and disability is not a tragedy. Barbara kill the Joker, but it isn't the focus.(Barbara Gordon focused.)

Do You Understand? ( Encanto, 330 words).c

Just short of a fairy tale (I told myself that I wouldn't be scared) (Batman, 770 words) - urban fantasy. Jason Todd centric.

Witwat and the Jin (Batman, 2,245 words) - Dami-being-Dami and slowly understandings.

Sing Me To Sleep - DP*DC (19k words). After fired from Robin, Tim had enough. He's done with life. Clockwork said "not today, bitch" and got some good old ectoshot. Ft. Jazz Fenton as an older sister TM and the 3Ds as their usual chaotic selves. (I wrote the second half, chapters 2-6. A bit heavy, but I hope I did well with the subject.)

Hold Them Close -DP*DC (12k words). I wrote the first chapter+Fanart. Danny escaped Vlad and his experiments with bb!Ellie, and flew straight up-up-and above. In the watchtower, our heroes sees a monster and (what they think is) a child in distress. Misunderstandings and whump, with the last quarter of the fic as comfort and fluff :)

Main serieses:

Who am I (to disappear) - David Cain tried to create a weapon. Weapon forge themself into something new. (Many names, they\them Cass). Ft. Kid!Jason Todd, Mayan mythology, and sign language. (Stand alone, technically prequel to "Sweet Dreams", but no need to read.)

Sweet Dreams - (DC, 3 works, 1 complete. ~17k words). Reverse Robins + Badman verse (inspired by @byrambles fic). Batboy's younger brothers were taken by the Batman who defeated his father. Trying to protect them, he promise his loyalty to the newcomer. But even though he assure him he is perfectly trained, and can properly punish the kids to surrender, the man isn't impressed. In which there's Misunderstandings and sadness (first fic). The series deals with trauma and the ongoing issues it causes, and shows how it changes you. TW: Include suicidality+mention of kid's suicidality, flashbacks, mentioned past child sexual abuse, dissociations, Whump and angst with eventual comfort. I don't go in details about their past, but it's important to notice that the first 2 fics contains HEAVY (but non graphic) themes.

Liminal Skills for the Living Dead - also known as "therapy verse". DP x DC xover. AKA Anger Management! Fake dating for fun and profit. Enter family, friends, and Wikipedia explanations of some necessary skills as titles. Jazz is her autistic with anxiety self. Jason is a crime lord with anger management issues.

Or: in which THERE'S THERAPY!! (6 works - 4 are complete. ~30k words)

Lost and Found (if this wings could fly) - also known as "FF AU". DP x DC xover. Jazz and Jason as childhood mutuals. (4 complete works, ~10k in total. more to come)

(also some other things. Feel free to look, ask and comment!)

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toomanyf4ndoms7 · 8 months

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Mortal Kombat: Special Forces: Price of the game.

Summary: The time ticks away, and Kano decides to have some fun.

Chapter list.

Chapter list part two.

Chapter list part three.

@bisexualjohnnycage

It took a lot of things to scare Sonya, paper cuts didn’t count, that was a genetic issue. Being a soldier meant swallowing down fear, doubts, anything that could get in the way.

But despite nerves of near-steel, being tied up in a dimly lit room with Kano sitting a few feet away with a twisted grin was... unnerving.

“It’s seems like your buddy is running late. Isn’t that sad?

Neither Sonya or Daniel spoke a word, not that they could. Kano sighed, going over to Daniel and drawing his knife.

“You know, I’m feeling generous. How about you two quit the army and join us? Get some rebellion against dear old dad?”

Sonya wanted to laugh. Join him? Turn against what she’d been working for? It was almost hysterical. Daniel was simply narrowed his eyes.

Just then, the door opened, revealing a man with a silver mask and a long jacket. Kano recognised him, another thug.

“Ah, right on time.”

“You know, I’m an only child, never got what was so special about siblings. So I’m feeling like a favour. Who wants to be an only child?”

Kano reached into his left pocket and pulled out a dirty gold coin. Sonya didn’t want to consider how long that’d been there.

“Heads for the lady, tails for the man?”

He looked to Kabal, who shrugged. He flipped the coin into the air. Sonya ran through the two options. Either she died here, or she'd have to live without Daniel.

Dying here might buy time for Jax to save Daniel. Or Daniel might goad Kano into a fight.

"Lucky heads."

Kano walked over to Sonya, knife in hand as Daniel struggled with the tape against his mouth.

Hers was ripped off, a stinging sensation.

“Sorry, blondie.”

Mustering up all the fight she had, Sonya spat in Kano’s left eye.

“Fuck off.”

Kano snarled, drawing the knife really close to Sonya’s neck,

“You think you’re something special, don’t ya?”

Sonya spared a look to Daniel, hoping that Kano didn’t notice.

The devious grin told her that she was wrong. Kano noticed.

“You know what, I’m feeling generous, how about a show?”

He looked to the masked man in the corner.

“Kabal, keep her eyes on Danny.”

“Sir-

“Do it.”

Sonya fought to keep her head down, but was forced to watch as Kano walked right behind Daniel’s chair with a knife pointed to his throat.

“Should’ve kept your mouth shut.”

The knife was dragged across Daniel’s throat, sickening crimson liquid pouring from the wound.

There were some gasps of breath, the twitching of a dying man, and then.

Nothing.

Her brother was dead.

Daniel was dead.

The person who’d always been by her side, sparring, sharing meals and drinks, laughter and tears.

He was dead.

She felt tears rolling down her face. Not of grief, but of rage. She struggled with her binds, voice hoarse but enflamed.

“Cut me loose, don't just walk away!"

Kano chuckled, turning to Kabal.

“Well. I’ve had my fun. Let’s go,” he called, his sickening grin still ever-present.

Sonya kept yelling until her voice was hoarse, and as Kano turned for a final look, she glared with all the hatred in her heart. When she got out of here, she was going to kill him.

And that was a promise.

#mortal kombat #my writing stuff #Special Forces Adaptation #kano #sonya blade #Daniel blade

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lawolive1 · 2 years

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Bharat Ke Prakhyat Nastik

Later Yash Chopra's Dharmputra was to point out related footage. Film buffs and city heritage activists are all set to mark the start centenary of legendary Bollywood villain Ajit on Thursday. Hamid Ali Khan, higher recognized by his display name Ajit, was born on January 27, 1922, in Golconda in Hyderabad. A young man partially blinds a rogue as vengeance for the murder of his family, and the two men seek one another out as the years pass. If you may be at an office or shared network, you'll have the ability to ask the community administrator to run a scan across the community looking for misconfigured or contaminated units. Arjun Rampal has returned home after self-quarantining himself together with his girlfriend Gabriella Demetriades and son Arik in Karjat in the start of the lockdown.

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Shankar's father, who is a village temple priest is murdered by Tiger . After his father, mother and sister are killed, Shankar decides to convey justice by himself and goes to the palace of Tiger. Shankar blames God for doing nothing and grows up as a Nastik . At one time, he's shot by Tiger for stealing his items. In an try to cover, he finds his mom, who he thought was useless within the fire.

Nastik

'The Black Phone' is a touching coming-of-age story masquerading... The library does not own any copies of this title.

It was the last movie to pair Bachchan and Malini before they made a comeback 20 years later in Baghban . At a young age, Shankar, a pious Hindu priest's son, witnesses his father getting murdered by Tiger, a hardened felony. Projecting his anger in course of God, he grows as much as be an atheist and vows to avenge his father's murder. Arjun Rampal is all set to kick-start the capturing of his next titled 'nastik' which additionally stars 'Bajrangi Bhaijaan' fame youngster actor Harshaali Malhotra. The film was highly profitable at the box-office, operating for 50 weeks although the film was banned initially. Nastik made use of "documentary footage of refugees in overcrowded trains to indicate the mass exodus of individuals from both sides of the border".

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Weeks after Sooraj Barjatya’s movie ‘Uunchai’ went on floors, with Anupam Kher, Danny Denzongpa and others, buzz is that Amitabh Bachchan may even be joining them. Having mentioned that, Danny and Amitabh might be sharing screen area collectively, nearly after three decades since they last starred in ‘Khuda Gawah’. Star Plus is busy with its new present, tentatively titled 'nastik'. The show would be primarily based on an atheist lady, who has no perception within the power of God. Punjabi actress Ihana Dhillon made her Bollywood debut with 'Hate Story four'. The actress just lately proved that she is not only into magnificence and acting and her latest photos are proof. Bollywood actor Arjun Rampal and his girlfriend Gabriella Demetriades, who recently celebrated their son Arik Rampal's first birthday were snapped in the metropolis at present. The doting dad was also seen holding his son in his arms while they walked in the course of their automotive. Actor Arjun Rampal took everybody abruptly on Thursday when he was noticed exiting a salon in his all new makeover which included platinum blonde hair. He later took to his social media handle and revealed his new look is part of his upcoming film ‘Dhaakad’ starring Kangana Ranaut.

Bollywood seems to be thriving on nostalgia as a outcome of lockdown which has restricted them at residence.

His childhood incident and reminiscences have turned him into a non-believer and a thief, by career, who is out to hunt revenge for his father's dying by a person with one glass eye.

Shankar finds out from his sister that the enemy who he thought had killed, is definitely alive.

The doting dad was also seen holding his son in his arms whereas they walked in course of their automotive.

When Anil comes out of prison he's devastated to seek out his brother dead and his sister a courtesan. His belief in God is misplaced and he turns into an atheist, deriding god and clergymen. His good friend from jail, Joker (I. S. Johar) is with him. Tulsiram on discovering out that Anil has vowed vengeance on him, is on the run with his daughter. Anil meets Rama , the priest Tulsiram's daughter when he sees Rani Ma, scolding an untouchable boy for touching her, begging for alms. A priest hits the boy and Anil in turn hits the priest. Rama tends to the boy and Anil finds out she is Tulsiram's daughter. He decides to revenge himself by marrying Rama, an act which might be disagreeable to the priest. Nastik ke lakshan , sees his dad and mom killed in entrance of him through the violence of partition and flees with his sister Kamla , and younger brother Munna. Having to depart every little thing behind them in Pakistan, they enter India as refugees and take shelter in a temple. When Munna falls sick, Anil goes to Tulsiram, the Mahant for assist. The priest has no time for the poor, and refuses to visit the sick baby. An infuriated Anil assaults the priest, who calls the police and has him arrested. His brother dies and Kamala is forced to turn into a singing woman by Vinod Kumar and his henchman . He goes on a pilgrimage with Anil and Joker in pursuit. Joker thanks God that no much less than this way an atheist may also perform a pilgrimage. Opening with a philosophical verse from Kabir, the movie is ready towards the back drop of Partition with its ensuing riots and violence, and using precise footage of refugees. The story is about a man who loses his faith in God when his dad and mom are killed within the rioting, and his brother and sister die as refugees when the priest refuses to help them. At a younger age, Shankar, the son of a Hindu priest, witnesses his father's murder and gets separated from his mom and sister. Projecting his anger toward God, he grows up as an atheist and vows to avenge his father's demise by the hands of an evil landowner and smuggler.

#Nastik Bharat #Nastik ki paribhasha #Nastik ke lakshan

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tcstu · 3 years

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April’s Honorable Mentions

This was definitely a hard month to judge. Each of the entries below took a totally different perspective and it is very difficult to hold them to any kind of comparison. I hope you will take the time to read each of these stories and make sure to let the writers know if you liked one. I’m sure they would love to hear from you!

As a reminder, the piece for this month’s contest is an untitled work created by @beewithagun. If you like this picture as much as I do, make sure to check out Beewithagun’s page to see more original artwork!

(The Honorable Mentions below are listed in the order they were received and do not reflect a system of ranking.)

Title: The Fay

Written by: @daalseth

Deep in the forest lived a fay. Older than time, but as young as spring she had known every tree since it was a seed. She was the soul of the forest. When she was sad, the forest mourned, when she was happy the forest was bright, and when she was angry, well you didn’t want to be in the forest when the fay was angry.

The fay came across a fallen tree. It was lying on the ground, but it hadn’t blown down. It was cut off square at the base. Then she saw another. There was a clearing, a whole section of her forest that was dead and many of the fallen were missing. As the fay passed over she was horrified. What could have caused this?

Soon she came upon the camp of men where they were feeding the dying trees into grinders. The fay could hear the trees, still alive scream as they were shredded into wood chips. The fay’s horror grew deeper and she went to the men to plead for them to stop. Beg them to not kill the trees, her brothers and sisters. But as soon as she appeared the men grew angry at her interference. They yelled at her, threw things at her, they even tried to shoot at her.

The fay fled into the depths of the forest. She was heartbroken and began to cry. When she cried the rain began to fall. So deep was her sorrow that the rain came down in torrents and began to flood the blasted land. The fay went back to the camp. She saw that the men had stopped shredding trees. Now they were battling the waters. They had used machines to push earth up to block the water. The fay noticed that some metal barrels had been broken by the machine and were spilling their poison into the water. The water flowed across the clearing into the forest. Wherever the poison flowed, everything died. Fish, mouse, moss, and tree all died in agony.

The fay grew angry. The men could see fire in her eyes, and sparks illuminated her hair. The rain turned to thunder and bolts of lightning rained down upon the camp. They struck the shredder, and the building, and the piles of shredded trees, and the lightning struck the men, it ESPECIALLY struck the men. Electric hands reached into even the deepest hiding place to grab the terrified men.

Soon it was done. The fay came out and passed among the charred remains. She smiled a grim smile. The rain stopped and the sun came out. She was pleased. Though the fay mourned her lost friends, she knew the forest would heal with time.

At last she came to one man still alive. With his last breath he pleaded for help. She looked at him with cold eyes and turned away.

She was the fay of the forest and men were not her concern.

Title: “About Danny’s First Time”

Written by: @evanthenerd83

It was wonderful.

It was also kinda, sorta, a little gross.

There were a few glaring issues. Primarily the question of how Danny would get into the appropriate position, and how she would get into hers.

The swamp wasn’t all that big. It wasn’t even a swamp. The girl sat in a rather small pool.

Said pool was, of course, filled with water. And said water contained muck, yuck, and other things generally considered unpleasantly… sticky. Twigs and fallen leaves floated along the surface—

No. Not floated, exactly. They were stuck on the surface, a skin not unlike jellied jam.

Which meant the girl could only sit on her knees, or lay on her stomach with her head propped up in her arms.

Danny particularly liked that position. Her skin was green, lighter splotches running down her neck and her arms and her spine. Her hair spilled over bare shoulders.

And it also made certain things much more… pronounced. Danny felt his blood rushing down.

The girl tried to explain why she couldn’t leave the pool. Something about an ancient curse and her mother. A woman who, as she so elegantly put it, hated her guts.

“All of my sisters are much more, you know. Beautiful. Human… er? More human? Humanoid?”

Danny didn’t care if her sisters were literal goddesses. They’d never compare to her. He pulled off his shirt, then threw it over his shoulder. The skull-and-crossbones printed on the front disappeared.

The girl blushed. An even darker shade of green filled her cheeks.

“Anyway, you’d be better off going to them. I don’t have, like, much experience with… you know… uh… physical stuff.”

Danny plunged into the pool. The water wasn’t cold. It wasn’t warm, either. It was nothingness.

The girl shifted in place, while Danny took her hand. It was only slightly warmer than the water, which surprised him.

He kissed it. “Neither do I.”

The girl stared, eyes wide. Then, she glanced down, at his bare chest. Then, up to his face. Then, down to his chest, again, and then—

“Oh, what the hell?”

Soggy lips met lips.

She laid back.

He leaned forward.

Calm hands clasped behind his neck.

Awkward hands panicked.

He grabbed the straps of her swamp-weed dress, the not-actually-fabric tearing apart, as easily as paper. Certain things were suddenly freed.

“Oh. Crap. Sorry—”

“Don’t be.”

Legs thin as twigs wrapped around his waist.

She undid the zipper to his jeans, yanking them down, discarding his underwear at the exact same time. Something else was suddenly freed.

“Now, let’s just… a little to the—”

“L-like that?”

“Oh! U-uh. Y-yeah.”

What happened next was kinda, sorta, a little gross.

But also… wonderful.

Title: “Sing Me Out a Storm”

Written by: @winterrose42

She couldn’t remember the last time it had rained this much.

Though she could only imagine the chaos that must be raging above the pond underwater it was as calm and serene as it had ever been. Idly, she swung her feet through the loose sand and reeds, blurring her vision with the silt she kicked up. That was just fine with her, there had never been much to see in her small abode to begin with. Sand and rocks worn smooth and sparkly lined to bottom, with the sides sloping up gently until they met the shore. She could swim from one end to another in about three minutes if she went slowly, and it was just deep enough that casual swimmers wandering in wouldn’t see her unless they knew to look. It was perfect.

Closing her eyes she sighed contently and stood her ears up just a little bit more to catch more of the soft pattering of rain that was still filling up her home at a slow and steady rate. The frogs had long stopped their evening croaking and she knew the few fish that lived here wouldn’t have a care that it was storming above their home. The pond hardly ever changed and when it did it simply meant there was a meal to be had, which was always fine with her.

Perking up she strained her ears as something new invaded her serenity. A low, mournful note drifted down to her slowly, draping itself around her shoulders and weighing them down with the burden it carried. Tears pricked her eyes as she pushed off from where she’d been sitting, intent on seeing what could make such heart jerking noises. Their voice picked up again, another long, drawn out note that was almost more moan than song. Curious and slightly concerned she drifted closer to the hunched figure. The song wrapped around her so slowly she hardly noticed it, pulling her along as gently as a suggestion with little intention beyond calling for aid. Closer and closer she came, reeds fanning out with her hair as she kept as low as she could with her eyes still above water, squinting through the storm to see clearer.

Quickly, so quickly even her natural instincts were too slow, the comforting net turned to one full of malice, her limbs cinched so close she could hardly breathe as she finally caught sight of the face of her entrancement. Cold eyes devoid of the emotion their owner had been singing peered at her viciously from under soaked bangs. The notes heightened in pitch, rocking up to a scream as her own voice stuck fast in her throat. Deep in her bones she knew a siren was not meant to be trapped this way; enchanting one wasn’t something she had ever heard of, but feeling the last tendrils of the song fade away into a cold nothing she knew it didn’t matter.

She couldn’t remember the last time it had rained this much.

Untitled

Written by: Felix @that-dumb-space-kid

We’d been traveling for little over two days when we found her. Cass had insisted on taking breaks over our journey, and, with some persistence, I was able to convince Sage to go along with her idea. The lake she’d found was far enough from the path that no one would notice us but close enough that we wouldn’t get lost. Those were Sage’s requirements, our quest would remain as secret as possible. They said word would travel fast about three teenagers going off to battle an evil force. Of course, they were probably right. It was raining when we finally reached the lake. Sage set about surveying the area, making sure nobody was around, and Cass began digging through a basket for some food, leaving me with nothing to do. I decided to go down to the lake to get some water. I couldn’t hear quite right over the rain, but I could’ve sworn I heard crying as I walked up to the water.

When I reached the shore, I was certain I that’s what I was hearing. I looked out over the lake, and that’s when I saw her. She didn’t look like the monsters Sage warned us about, but she didn’t look human either. I was so entranced by who she was or what she could be that I didn’t hear Cass and Sage approach me. Cass opened her mouth to speak, when the creature in the lake snapped her head to us.

“Who are you?” She sounded almost human. If I hadn’t been looking at her, I would have assumed she was. Sage and Cass immediately started arguing over whether or not we could trust her. Not that that was surprising. They argued over everything. The creature and I held eye contact, unnoticed by the others. Eventually I spoke, silencing my friends’ argument. “I’m Oliver. Who are you?”

“Nimue.” For a second her tears stopped, and it seemed as though a venom overtook her. “They destroyed my village.” The moment passed and she was crying again.

“Who?” Sage glared at Cass as she asked.

“I don’t know. Darkness started pouring down into the water, and I heard voices and then nothing. When I woke up, I was the only survivor.”

“Sound exactly like what we’re after,” Sage muttered. “It’s too much of a coincidence.”

Cass slapped them. “No, it’s not.”

I stepped into the lake and offered my hand to Nimue. “If I’m right, we’re already looking for the thing that destroyed your village. How would you like to join us in stopping it?”

Before Sage could yell at me, Nimue nodded and grabbed my hand. She climbed out of the water and became the fourth member of our quest.

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alleycat97 · 4 years

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Hang In There

Notes: Chapter 10/11 Open Heart. THATS RIGHT OPEN HEART. I’ve never wrote anything for this book and I’m kinda nervous but I wanna take an extra spin on these last two chapter. I changed a few things plus I added alittle backstory to my Mc. I hope this isn’t too terrible...

Pairing: Bryce x MC(Carson Kennedy)

I started out romancing Jackie but my god Bryce in this book...the chemistry is uncanny.

...

You never thought being a doctor would come to this. Saving lives was one thing, but in a hostage situation, an assassanation attempt? This was next level stuff.

But you regret nothing, your life choices and career decisions have led you here and if by miracle you pull out of this, you can save a few more.

You stare blankly ahead trying to calm Travis down who’s about to unleash some unknown substance. You explain that it’s over, whatever happened to his brother is done and killing the Senator won’t change that. Bobby the security guard backs you up and demands the fugitive place the canister on the ground.

But as Bobby steps forward, Travis has no sympathy as he releases the substance wildly hitting Bobby directly in the face sending him to the ground choking.

You notice Rafael charging after Travis and his mystery can dousing the entire room and all in it. Danny and Rafael getting the blunt of it. You manage to get a dose on you and notice the Senator fleeing before he got a lethal dose. Your only thought later would be, ‘I wish it was just gun’ because you had no idea what pain was in store.

Bobby went into cardiac arrest immediately and Danny was soon following him. You and Rafael locked down the room and vent to keep the toxin from spreading.

It didn’t take long to stir up commotion, everyone was rushing to find out what was happening.

After explaining to the group and Ethan, you check back on Bobby who’s pulse has slowed way down, there was no way he was going to make it. The feds showed up and the CDC who locked down the room and took Bobby, Danny and Travis away.

Whatever was in that can, it was very potent. Bobby had passed and Danny was close. The FBI took Travis to a special room where they could interrogate him and observe him.

It was very tight lipped and everyone was worried. Rafael took a turn for the worst and you could feel it inside you to.

You love your friends because although they are extremely worried, they kept working to find a solution. The diagnostics team would have to earn their pay on this one. Countless test and blood samples had to be taken and they were against the clock.

Night fell and you couldn’t sleep. The diagnostics team kept you hooked up to monitors to track progress on you and Rafael. His heart rate slowed dangerously and he listed endless symptoms he had that you would keep in mind as you only got worse.

You thanked him for being a good friend and had a true heart to heart before his heart rate stopped completely and he faded away. Doctors rushed him away and it was then you learned that Danny and Travis both passed and now for the moment, Raf had too. It was just a matter of time now.

You catch Bryce looking on helpless. Once he had heard about the attack you were his priority. He left Kyra in good hands to come be by your side. Everyone was there for you, but all they could do was watch.

“Rafael said his iced drink felt hot, by the way.” Carson spoke laying back in her bed.

“Sensitivity reversal? Metallic taste, itching and loose feeling teeth?” June questioned out loud.

“You have something doctor?” Ethan asked.

“It’s just a hunch. Carson? I’ll need one more blood sample.”

...

Some time passed and the diagnostics team entered into the quarantined room.

“My hunch was right. The chemical expelled from the canister was a Maitotoxin.”

That was an excellent hunch but the only issue was,

“There is no known antidote for Maitotoxin.” Carson spoke realizing this was truely it.

“Danny’s body still had remnants on his skin, I’m afraid Carson, that it’s going to get worse.” Ethan said looking dim.

Her conditions had accelerated, she felt dizzy, her vision was blurry and the cramps, her abdomen was going to explode. She was literally dying from within.

“We will find an antidote Carson.” Ethan spoke up walking away with Tobias who pledged himself to help her.

“Well If this is my last night....so be it.” Carson spoke.

“Wow? Just like that? You’re ready to just give up?” Jackie spoke through the glass.

“I lived a good life. I did what I loved and I have no regrets.” She spoke softly, crawling into bed with her back to the window so the others couldn’t see her cry.

In truth, Carson was afraid. She wasn’t ready to die but it was excruciating knowing that she had to suffer until the reaper came, who by the looks of her. Wasn’t long.

Bryce couldn’t let her suffer, not if he could help it. Once everyone went away he slipped on one of the suits and rushed to Carson’s side.

“Bryce!? What are you doing in here?”

“I just couldn’t stay out there and not do anything.”

“Well I’m not sure there’s much you can do in here...”

Bryce placed his hand on Carson’s cheek and gently stroked it, “Maybe not, but I’m here regardless.”

And for the first time all day, Carson smiled that megawatt smile that only Bryce could get her to do.

“Hold me?” Carson spoke softly.

Bryce climbed onto the tiny bed for one and wrapped a strong arm over Carson.

“I want to kiss you.” Carson revealed embracing the warmth Bryce provided.

“Yeah that’s kinda hard to do Kennedy.”

“I know. But I still want to. I want to feel your skin on mine, I want to run my hands through you hair, I want to be with you.”

“I’m here Carson. I’m not going anywhere and the guys are gonna get that antidote and you’ll be as good as new.”

“Bryce I’m glad you came in here. I didn’t want to be alone especially if this is my last night on Earth. I just wanted to say I love you, and I have for awhile now.”

Bryce couldn’t find the words. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right. Carson couldn’t die, not now. “I love you too. You’re a fighter, just hang in there.”

Bryce squeezed harder trying to savor this moment for what it was worth. He could feel how soft Carson was and how cold she was. It wasn’t looking good. Bryce managed to fall asleep but Carson wouldn’t let herself. She had to fight it. Anytime she closed her eyes she saw nothing but evil images, death was near but she wouldn’t succumb to it.

All she could do is savor and reflect on her time at Edenbrook, the friends she’s made, the people she’s met and the lives she saved. It was ironic in the end, no matter how many lives she could save, she couldn’t save her own and that’s what was getting her the most. She blamed it on her family curse. The longline of Kennedy’s who died tragically at an early age.

Yes she was apart of those Kennedy’s. JFK was her grandfather and we know the story about his tragic death. It just started with him and now, death had found Carson. The thought kept her up all night.

The next morning came slowly and no antidote was found yet. Her vision turned to near blindness and her abdomen was tearing her apart. Bryce woke up and cradled Carson too help soothe her as her time approached. The sound of her heart monitor slowed almost to a stop and it was time. Both couldn’t stop crying at the fact, and began to kiss eachother goodbye.

Carson’s efforts slowed to a stop and her body paled and shook violently before falling limp. The heart monitor verified the moment and Carson was appeared to be gone. Her friends and coworkers looked on shedding tears and sympathy. No one could believe THE Carson Kennedy was gone. She was the glue, the rock. She was the it girl. She was the doctor everyone wanted to be and yet, she was just like everyone else, death showed no mercy.

Ethan and June busted down the door seconds later, both looking exhausted but holding a syringe with the antidote. Bryce steadied Carson’s arm while Ethan administered the vile,

“Please work.” Bryce cried desperately.

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ma-gic-gay · 3 years

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Leaving a former assassin turned mob boss alone with his thoughts and anger about his... Whatever him and Carly are, since that seems to change every ten minutes going through what she went through, is a stupid idea. Especially for two hours.

It's either that or confront the fact they've kissed and had sex in the same 24 hours.

Not exactly the most friendly things to do.

This is exactly what he's not supposed to be thinking about, yet it's what he's thinking about while he's sitting in a chair at the hospital.

Turns out that when he's not doing illegal things, he can actually have time to think and not freak out about the cops finding out what happened. Time to think about them and how he doubts they'll ever go back to normal. A one night stand is one thing, a kiss after you get kidnapped and raped is a completely other thing.

Go figure, the one person who he could willingly discuss this with is the same person who he can't right now.

Maybe talking about this with Sam would work?

Nope, scratch that. Even though she's moved on from their relationship, they're not that close of friends and really only hang out for their kids sake.

If this was a year ago, he'd say he should go to Sonny, since he can't go to Carly about it. But then again, if it was a year ago or if Sonny hadn't vanished, been presumed dead long enough for even Carly to believe it (which meant he, by extension, believed it finally as well), last night never would've happened. Not in a million-

Alright maybe it would've happened but he doubts it. After all, a year ago, he was with Sam and Carly was with Sonny.

Does this count as a betrayal, sleeping with her? Not like conceiving a child on his biological brother's grave with the woman who's the reason he's dead. Or knowing that your best friend is in love with someone but sleeping with her anyways out of horniness.

Maybe he's still a little bit mad about those things.

Or a lot bit mad.

Thinking of all the times Sonny's betrayed him is definitely not helping the fact that anger is just about the only emotion he's feeling right now. Notably, that comes with the exception of confused and that one's only because he's seriously confused about what the hell him and Carly are right now.

Just thinking about what she must be going through right now... It makes him so furious he could take someone out for even mentioning the word. Or something negative even in the slightest bit about her.

That last part might be a telltale sign he needs to do an evaluation of his feelings for her but after this. Probably should right now, but he doesn't want to.

Even the mention of what happened to her, which is spreading through the hospital like wildfire (whoever spread that information first is on his shit list and that is not a good place to be), makes his blood boil.

Cyrus did that to her, he decided to treat her like an object. Like she's some disposable thing, that after he had his fun with her she'll be killed to hurt his business competitor. And the fact that he'd managed to scare her, that he'd managed to do something so difficult he thought it would never happen again unless something happened to one of her kids or him. That part makes him want his head on a stick outside his front door.

And the only reason he did it is to hurt Jason, to make him feel hopeless and in despair and angry and hurt. The only reason she went through that is because of him. That's the worst part, for him, that he's responsible for her going through that, that it's his fault. Even though he knows that's not how it went down, that he's not responsible for Cyrus's actions or her kidnapping and rape, that's sure as hell what it feels like. It feels like everything's getting blurry, like the lines he had drawn in his life are bleeding into each other.

Keep her safe, that was always his number one rule. Even if it meant getting hurt himself (which it normally did), keeping her safe has always been his priority. It's why he tries, unsuccessfully, to shelter her from the mob.

When she needed him, really needed him, he couldn't do that for her. He wasn't there when she needed him the most, when she needed him to save her and get her out of that situation.

No matter how you frame it, what he's doing is beating himself up for something that he knows to be his fault. Maybe if he'd been there, sent someone else to deal with Florence and stayed at the house with her, he wouldn't be dealing with this right now. Maybe then, she wouldn't have been kidnapped and raped.

"Jason?" Britt asks him, noticing he's zoned out. "She's fine. Carly's not pregnant and we gave her a pill just in case to prevent against it. She doesn't have HIV or any other STD's, I ran a full test. As far as I can tell, her uterine health is great right now."

"Thanks, for the update," he thanks her, remembering where he is. "Can I, uh, can I go see her?"

"Yeah, the sedative wore off and she's been complaining and crying for a few minutes. She's in room 3115," she tells him, noting the relief and pain on his face. "You doing okay?"

"What matters right now is whether Carly's okay or not." Jason answers her quickly and his feet take him to the room she's in, somehow. He doesn't even know this hospital that well.

That's new.

"I woke up a few minutes ago and they told me they were looking for you, where were you?" Carly asks, aggravated.

"I was in the lobby," he tells her, wiping away her tears as they come. There's a look of relief on her face through everything, which doesn't surprise him in the slightest.

"Why didn't they let you in before the sedative wore off? I thought I'd been taken again, I was yelling for you," the blonde complains.

"Apparently I'm a hard guy to find."

"You have seven black shirts, seven pairs of blue jeans which you haven't replaced since the 90s, and a leather jacket. That's pretty much all you ever wear. I can't remember the last time you wore a suit. Or a shirt with any color in it at all. How hard could it be to find you?"

"You're just saying that because you always know where I am. It's a sixth sense of yours."

"True. Maybe it's time to spice up your wardrobe with some colorful shirts. We could start with blue and then ease into colors like yellow or white eventually," she suggests cheerfully.

"Carly," he warns. "I like my clothes."

"I know you do, but you need more variety in your life, Jason," Carly argues.

"You keep life interesting enough, trust me," he assures her. "I'm sorry for what happened to you tonight, you know that, right? It's my fault, if I'd gotten there sooner or I hadn't left you alone, this never would've happened."

"No, it's not. Cyrus would've gotten me another way, or he might've gone and snatched one of your kids. Danny, Scout, Jake, they don't deserve that. Neither did I, but if that happened to one of your kids? You wouldn't be able to live with yourself and he could've killed them easier. At least with me, I'm alive. Severely traumatized, but alive," Carly says, hugging him gently as to not hurt herself.

"Yeah but if I'd been there to protect you-"

"Then he would've gotten to you another way or waited until you went to sleep or went back to your dull apartment where the only piece of decor is a moss bowl. I'm a target, alright? We've known this for years, and what happened to me is not your fault. It's as much my fault as it is yours. No one deserves what he did to me, not even that dirt bag himself, and you cannot blame yourself."

"He did this to you as a way to hurt me!"

"And if Sonny were still around it would've been as a way to hurt Sonny. He hates me, alright? Cyrus hates me so much he wanted to hurt me, just as bad as he wanted to hurt you. It's not your fault that he's a monster." She attempts to help him see that it's not his fault, but he doesn't.

"The only reason you know about this business is me. Practically every bad thing you've gone through, Carly, is because of me by extension," he tells her, feeling a tear slip out of his eyes.

"You didn't force me to be a part of the business, Jason. Hell, it was your worst nightmare. I made that choice for myself, to marry Sonny and, when he died, helping you run his territory. I knew the risks and I did it for me, for you, for my family."

"For me?" Jason asks, confused. "How do I factor in?"

"How do you factor in? You're my family and you needed help. Of course I was going to help you! Even when you tried to talk me out of it," the blonde continues, smiling widely.

"That help could've come with Max or Milo or someone else."

"And there's a reason it came in the shape of me. You trust me more than them, even with this business," she smiles.

To be continued when school ends because FUCK IT'S BACK NO

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angelsandacceptance · 3 years

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Family Remains

A ringing interrupts the relative silence in the Lincoln waking Chase up. The girls quickly locate the phone emitting the noise and answer it, quickly putting it on speakerphone upon realizing it’s Dean calling.

“What?” Chase asks annoyed and tired.

“Got a case.”

“So you decided to wake us up?” Harley asks even though she hadn’t been sleeping.

“That’s not a great excuse. Couldn’t this have waited until morning?”

“Figured we start heading there now,” Dean responds.

“Dean, let Chase and Sam sleep.”

“Thank you!” Chase exclaims before rolling back around in her spot and trying to go back to sleep.

“Dean, If you can’t sleep, we could go for a walk. If you want,” Harley suggests.

“Yeah, okay. Don’t got anything better to do.”

“Cool. Meet you outside in a sec,” Harley says before hanging up.

Harley climbs out of their Lincoln, while Chase waits calmly. Right as she is about to close the door, Harley is startled by Chase.

“So. Where ya goin?” Chase asks in a mocking voice.

Harley turns, a deadpan look on her face, to see Chase half sitting up, a smirk on her lips, eyebrows raised. “Go back to sleep.”

Chase raises her hands slightly in defense. “Okay, okay.” Right as the door closes, Chase calls out loud enough to be heard, “Be safe!”

Harley groans, but doesn’t respond.

***

“Hey,” Harley says walking over to Dean.

“Be safe, huh? What did you have in mind?”

Harley punches his shoulder hard, but not hard enough to bruise as they walk away from the cars, “Shut up. Chase is clearly off her rocker. She’s been bugging me about you ever since we kissed.”

“Which time?”

“The only time she knows about. Right after you came back.”

“Yeah, I could see that. Sam’s been on me about it too. You’d think they’d get over a kiss by now.”

“I know it’s been three months of this shit.”

“So am I the hunter then?”

“Huh?”

“Last month you mentioned Chase thought you were madly in love with some hunter, and you wouldn’t tell me who.”

“Oh, yeah. That was you.”

“And you didn’t tell me, why?”

“I was embarrassed. Jeez, hitting me with the hard questions.”

Dean pulls Harley closer, slinging his arm over her shoulders, “Don’t have to be embarrassed with me, sweetheart.”

Harley just rolls her eyes and leans into Dean's side.

***

“So on a scale of one to ten, how safe were you guys?”

“I am so not answering that. Just no.”

“So a zero then? No, no, probably a ten. One, you’d tell me if you guys did anything. And two, you both are too fucking stubborn to do anything.”

“If we did have sex, and that’s a big gigantic if. Would you really want to hear about it? I mean do you really want to hear about how amazingly good your brother is in bed?”

“Yes and no… Ugh that’s annoying. I would usually 100% want all the details but, that’s disgusting. Okay, yeah, just tell me if you do the deed and if he treated you right. I need no other information.”

“That’s what I thought,” Harley smirks.

“Yeah, okay, point made. Now shut up.”

“For now. Do you think Cas is a virgin?”

Chase turns a shade of pink as a look of bewilderment spreads across it. “Wait, what, excuse-why the fuck? What is that- why is that something you ask me?”

“Because I don’t have anyone else to ask.”

“That is deplorable.” Chase pauses for about one second. “But, duh. Have you seen the look of confusion he always has on? That man- angel- wouldn’t know what to do with a man or woman even if he read a “how to” book for dummies.”

Harley bursts into laughter at Chase's response.

“What?” Chase asks. “What about him makes you think he has done anything more than touch someone’s shoulder?”

“Nothing, but it sounds a hell of a lot funnier out loud than in my head.”

“That’s fair,” says Chase, sighing in relief as though dodging a bullet.

“Wait, Cas touched your shoulder. Is there something you’re trying to tell me?”

“Other than Cas being a giant prude, no. Seriously, I have had like four conversations with him that lasted more than a few sentences. What makes you see something there?” Chase throws her hands in the air for a split second before they return to the steering wheel. “For crying out loud, the first few times we were in the same room, he pretended I wasn’t there!”

“Yeah, but you think he’s cute and he ‘always notices you’.”

“Well, I do attract a lot of attention with my dazzling and annoying persona.”

“You’re only annoying sometimes.”

Chase shoots Harley a sideways glance. “Thanks,” she says dryly.

“You’re welcome.”

Chase sighs. “Anyhow. Anything else you want to randomly talk about? Or is pestering me about Castiel the only goal you had?”

“Pizza is legally a sandwich.”

“Excuse me- what the fuck?”

“It’s true.”

“Do I wanna know?”

“Probably not.”

“Cool. Moving on!”

“There’s a Catholic Church that’s decorated in the bones of it’s parishioners.”

Chase just sighs in defeat. “Anything else?” she asks dejectedly. “Or can I be allowed peace this once?”

“I can’t think of anything else, so sure.”

“Alright then, back to you and Dean!”

“Fuck my life,” Harley groans.

***

“Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes,” Dean says upon entering the supposedly haunted house.

The Winchesters and Co. immediately go to separate areas and investigate the house for any signs of paranormal activity.

“Hey, check this out,” Harley says, knocking on the wall. “It’s hollow.”

“It’s probably just a dumbwaiter.”

Everyone looks to Chase who shrugs. “What? I used to read about older houses like this.”

“Know-it-all,” Dean mutters.

“You wanna say that again?”

“Say what again?”

“You said- you. Jackass.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You guys need to grow up. I thought I was the youngest.”

“You still are, Sammy-boy,” Chase says grinning.

Another eyeroll is earned. “Let’s continue checking out the house.”

“Agreed,” Harley says, concealing laughter.

They wander into a large bedroom, investigating further.

“Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint, it's a bunch of bubkes,” Dean says after a few moments.

“Needle’s all over the place,” Sam says, looking at the EMF reader.

“Yeah, power lines most likely.”

“Know-it-all,” Dean mutters again.

Chase shoots him a look.

Harley goes to the closet and opens the door. She sees a decapitated doll’s head lying on the floor, and slowly closes the door.

“What was that?” Chase asks her. Harley motions for her to go ahead and check. Skeptically, Chase opens the door. She stares down in confused horror. “Uh huh, okay then.”

The boys look over her shoulder, and mimic her expression.

“Well, that’s super disturbing,” Dean says.

“Think it got left behind?”

“By who?” Dean asks.

“Unless Bill Gibson liked to play with doll heads,” Chase scoffs.

“Or Sid from Toy Story lived here,” Harley says.

Chase laughs, only to stop, hearing a car outside.

“I thought you said this place was still for sale?” Dean demands.

“Apparently not anymore,” Sam says sarcastically.

“Wait, what?” Chase asks. “Did you two not see the ‘Sold’ sign outside?”

“No,” Dean responds hastily, before rushing to the front door. The other three quickly follow behind him.

“Who are they?” A teenage girl asks.

“Can I help you?” A man asks them.

“Are you the new owners?” Sam asks.

“Yeah. You guys are?”

“This is Mr. Stanwyk. I'm Mr. Babar. County code enforcement. Those two are Miss Wentz and Mrs. Babar. Specialists.”

Harley shoots Dean a look, before shaking off the comment.

“We had the building inspected last week. Is there a problem?”

“Asbestos in the walls, a gas leak.” Sam lists it off hurriedly, obviously just wanting the family gone. “Yeah, I’d say we have a problem.”

“Asbestos? Meaning what?”

“Meaning until this house is up to par, you can’t stay here. It’s uninhabitable,” Chase explains.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You mean we can’t stay here?”

“Obviously,” Chase deadpans.

“It’s a health hazard,” Dean amends, rolling his eyes at his sister. “You don’t want to.”

“Hold up, we just drove four hundred miles!”

“Look, what’s your name?” Chase asks.

“Ted.”

“Look, Ted. This house is a health hazard. You’ve got fairly young kids as well as yourself. Staying here is not a bright idea.”

“There’s a motel just down the road. Until this gets cleared up, I suggest you stay there,” Harley adds.

“All right, and what if we don’t?”

“Are you an idiot?”

“Wentz!” Sam says warningly.

“You either get a fine or you go to jail. Pick your poison.”

“One night,” the man says. “One night and I’ll take care of everything. ASAP, I promise.”

“You do that,” Dean says.

“Another motel? Awesome, Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets, like the last one,,” the teenager pipes up.

Harley laughs and cracks a smile at the comment.

“Danny!” The mom of the group calls out as they near their car.

“Come on, Danny!” The man who isn’t Ted shouts.

Harley gently hits Dean as soon as they’re out of view. “Where do you get off pretending I’m your bloody wife without warning me.”

***

“What did the room look like when you found it, Mrs. Curry?” Harley asks gently.

“I already told the local boys, there was blood everywhere.”

“And Mr. Gibson? Where was he?” Dean asks.

She shakes her head. “Everywhere.”

Chase has to stifle a laugh, only successfully disguising it as a cough after Harley elbows her in the stomach slightly.

“How long have you been cleaning Mr. Gibson’s house?”

“About five years.”

“So you knew him pretty well,” Dean surmises.

“Well, not really. He was real private. Not the easiest man. Not that I blame him.”

“What do you mean?” Harley asks.

“His wife died in childbirth. Daughter hangs herself in the attic twenty years later. I’d be bitter too. Oh, I think I got some pictures.” With that, she goes off to find them. She quickly returns. “Here.”

“Thanks. Can we keep these?”

“Suit yourself.”

“So, why did she kill herself?” Chase asks.

“I don’t know. Was before my time.”

“Did you ever notice anything odd around the house when you were cleaning it?” Dean asks.

“Like what?”

“Like,” Dean pauses.

“Like, you know. Lights going on and off and things not being where you put them,” Harley lists.

“Well, maybe there was one thing.”

“What’s that?” Sam asks.

“Well, sometimes, I thought I heard like a...rustling in the walls.”

“Like a rat?” Dean asks.

“Yeah.”

“Must have been some big sons of guns out there, huh?”

“Wouldn't know. Never saw any.”

“Do you happen to know where Mrs. Gibson and her daughter were buried?” Sam asks.

“They were cremated.”

Winchesters and Co. headed back out to the cars.

“All right. So it probably wasn't the mom or the daughter. Whose ghost was it?” Sam says narrowing down their list of suspects to nothing.

“I don't know. But I say we give that place a real once-over and see,” Dean says.

“Lovely now all we got is who it probably isn’t,” Harley sighs.

“We’ve got a whole lot of nada and a shit ton of zip. I’m just tired of this already,” Chase complains.

***

Chase and Harley pulled up to the haunted house of the week with the Impala not far behind. The house’s lights were on and they could see people moving around.

“Shit! They stayed in the house!”

Chase rolls her eyes. “Fucking dumbasses.”

“They’re gonna get themselves killed.”

“We did warn them though. So, technically, we are not liable.”

“I love you,” Harley says laughing.

Chase laughs in response, her eyes tearing up slightly. “Am I wrong? Just, am I wrong? No. Exactly.”

“Definitely not wrong.”

“When have I ever been wrong?”

“You’re wrong about me and Dean.”

“Ah, but you are actually the wrong one. Guess who has another few photos to add to her collection? Me. And why is that? Oh yes. Because I caught you two cuddling! Again!”

“You know it’s kind of creepy that you have a bunch of pictures of me sleeping half naked.”

“No, it’s not. It’s not creepy because you’re with Dean and in my defense, Sam has the same file. That’s creepy. At least I’m a girl.”

“That doesn’t make it any less creepy.”

“But it does.”

“Dude, you’re into chicks. And you have pictures of me half naked. It’s weird.”

“I have literally seen you nude. Remember when we went skinny dipping that once? C’mon get a better argument. You know you don’t count. You’re practically my sister.” Chase smirks. “And soon to be sister.”

“It’s still weird. And no I’m not.”

“Oh come on. At least do it so we’re actually related finally.”

“I should’ve never kissed him in front of you.”

“Oh, so you would kiss him not in front of me? Wait. Have you kissed him before but not in front of me? How could you not tell me this?!”

“Because it’d only fuel your weird ship. Sometimes you just need a little affection.”

“OH MY GOD YOU JUST ADMITTED YOU HAVE KISSED HIM BEFORE OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

“Platonically.”

“There is no such thing as platonic kissing if it’s you and Dean.”

“Yes, there is. Although something was definitely different earlier today,” Harley says, shooting Dean a text.

Chase lets out an inhuman squeal in response. “You kissed earlier?! When?”

“While we were watching Scooby-Doo.”

“How romantic.”

Harley rolls her eyes at Chase.

“Give me details. Was it like for long or just short? Was it French? Wait, it’s Dean. Do I want to know? Nevermind, obviously I do. Sooo. Tell me everything.”

“I’m not dignifying that with a response.” Harley says, getting out of the Lincoln and sticking her tongue out at her best friend.

“You are such a child. Just tell me.”

Harley doesn’t respond; just sits on the hood of the car. Chase groans dramatically.

***

Screams erupt from inside the house and the four hunters quickly rush to aid the family. Pounding on the door with a frown, Dean takes the lead.

The man- Brian- opens the door. “Oh, you. Did you touch my daughter?”

“What? No,” Dean says confused. “I have her.” Dean makes a motion with his thumb, gesturing behind him to Harley, who rolls her eyes at him.

“Who are you guys?” Brian asks.

“Relax, please. You have a ghost,” Sam calmly states.

Chase resists snorting a laugh at the comment, covering it up with a cough. “We’re here to help,” she revises.

“A ghost,” Brian says again, as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“I told you!” Hooker Sheets Girl exclaims.

“It’s the girl!” Danny says.

“Both of you relax,” Brian chastises before turning the group. “What are you four playing at?”

“Oh nothing much, just saving you lives.” Harley says offhandedly.

“Your family is in danger,” Chase says.

“You need to get out of the house,” Dean demands. The girls roll their eyes at his abrasiveness.

All of a sudden, the lights go out, pitching the group into darkness.

“Nobody move,” Dean commands.

“Buster!” Danny calls out, hearing their dog start to bark and whine.

The four hunters follow Brian out of the house, alongside Ted. The group, while chasing Brian who is yelling for Buster desperately, comes across the words, ‘TOO LATE’, painted in large red letters.

The rest of Brian’s family comes out onto the porch, gasping at the sight before them.

“Go back inside. Go!” Brian yells at his kids; worried for their safety.

“We are not the bad guys, but you're in danger.” Dean states sternly.

“First thing's first. You got to get your family out of here.” Sam says quickly.

“Head to the motel I was talking about. You'll be safe there,” Harley says.

“What’re you guys gonna do?”

“We’re going to solve your ghost problem, obviously,” Chase says.

“Oh, come on! No!” Dean exclaims, drawing everyone’s attention.

All of the vehicles have slashes in all four tires.

“Excuse me? That fucking ghost is gonna pay!” Chase shouts, running over to Jack. “My poor baby.” She shoots a quick glance at the group behind her, “Sorry, excuse my french.”

Sam pops Baby’s trunk and looks for any of their supplies, while Harley checks Jack’s.

“Dude, the guns are gone. So is the... Basically, everything is gone.” Sam says.

“Same over here.” Harley sighs.

Ted had disappeared to check on his truck unnoticed, and only just returned. “Truck's no good.”

“Tires slashed?” Brian asks, and Ted just nods.

“What kind of ghost messes with a man’s ride?” Dean whines.

“Really though,” Chase agrees. “That’s a new level of bastard.”

“What's going on? What's going on?” The teenage girl asks before screaming, “She's there! She's there!”

“Where?!” The mom asks.

“She was right there in the woods!” The girl yells.

“What's a ghost doing outside?” Dean asks.

“Maybe it’s picking apples, Dean. For apple pie,” Chase says sarcastically. “Why are you asking? Does it look like we know why a ghost is outside?”

“Hey, it was a rhetorical question!”

“Do you two want to stay out here arguing and find out?” Sam demands.

“Are you crazy? We need to get the hell out of here!” Ted says freaking out.

“In what, Ted?! In what?! I don’t see a horse ‘n carriage anywhere, do you?!” Harley yells, fed up with their ignorance.

“Everyone back in the house,” Dean shouts. “Move! Now!”

***

“Whatever's outside, it can't get in this circle. As long as the salt line is unbroken, this is the safest place to be,” Dean explains.

“Safe from ghosts?” Brian asks skeptically.

“Actually, yeah, so shut up and just listen to us,” Chase snaps. These people were starting to get on her nerves.

“Okay, I’m not listening to this anymore. Come on. I got to get my family out of here.”

“Nobody is going anywhere until we kill this thing,” Harley reiterates.

“Sir, please, this is what we do.” Sam casts a wary glance at the other hunters. “Just trust us.”

“You hunt ghosts?” Danny asks excitedly.

“You betcha,” Chase says with a smile.

“Like Scooby-Doo?”

It is believed at this moment, Chase and Sam could’ve sworn they saw both Dean and Harley fall in love with the boy. Both of their faces widened with grins as they nod.

“Better,” Dean says playfully.

“You saw her outside, right? Okay. Does she look like either one of the girls?” Sam asks, showing them a couple of pictures.

“Her. She was paler and a lot dirtier, but that was her,” Kate says.

“That’s the girl in the walls,” Danny adds.

“The girl in the picture- she’s dead?”

“She killed herself in this house.”

“Wow, Harley. Tact,” Chase says flatly.

Harley just shrugs.

“So the maid got her story wrong?” Chase asks. “Rebecca didn’t get cremated?”

“Unless she’s attached to something else in the house,” Sam says.

“She hung herself in the attic, right?” Dean asks.

“You wanna babysit?” Sam asks. “I’ll check it out.”

“I’ll stay with Dean,” Chase says. “Harley, you go with Sam. Is that okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Harley asks, confusion written on her face.

Chase glances at Dean out of the corner of her eye, before quickly looking back at Harley. “No idea.”

“Weirdo.”

“Look—I don't care who hung themselves where. Maybe something is going on here, but—” Ted starts.

“It’s a spirit, man,” Dean says.

“No, it's just some backwoods hillbilly bitch, and I'm not about to sit around here waiting for her to go all Deliverance on my ass.”

Chase laughs at his comment. “Okay, so you’re not all bad.”

“Nobody’s leaving this house,” Dean snaps.

“Stop me,” Ted challenges.

Harley butts in between Ted and Dean, moving her jacket and flannel so her gun is visible. “Listen. I've got a gun. You don't get your ass back in that circle, you're gonna have yourself a third hole.”

“Technically a fifth.” Everyone looks at Chase with an annoyed expression. “What?”

“You guys cool?” Sam asks.

Chase and Dean nod. “Go,” Dean says.

***

Harley and Sam arrive in the attic and pull out their flashlights.

“God, there’s so much fucking dust,” Harley sighs, heading to an unmarked box on the floor.

“Yeah. Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Is Harley your real name, because there’s no record of a Harley Pawlak, but there was a C-”

“Don’t say it!”

“So that is you?”

“No, she’s who I used to be. She’s been dead a long time.”

“What happened?”

“Trauma, growing up. Pick your poison.”

“Off limits, noted.”

“Wait. Why were you looking me up?”

“I did it awhile back, I think it was after the first time we caught you and Dean sleeping together.”

“Had to make sure I was good enough for your brother?”

“Yeah. Kinda.”

“You do know nothing is actually going on right?”

“So Dean has told me, many times.” Sam sighs before perking up at finding a journal. “I think I found something!”

“What?”

“Rebecca’s journal.”

“Sweet! Now we can get out of this musty old attic,” She says before sneezing.

***

“I can’t believe we got ourselves into this,” Chase groans. “This would all be over with already if you lot had just left when we told you to.”

“You couldn’t really expect us to leave,” Brian says.

“Well, no, I merely said it for the sake of my health,” Chase responds sarcastically.

“Chase, why are you such a child all the time?” Dean asks.

“And why are you such a dick?”

“Now that’s just uncalled for,” Dean says with an eye roll and a pout.

“Hey. Fonzie. Question for you. This indestructible force field made out of salt... Have to be kosher stuff, or what?” Ted asks.

Chase whirls around, but Dean grabs her arm, pulling her towards him.

“Ted, knock it off,” Susan says.

They all freeze when they hear a sound only a small distance away.

“Dean-”

“It’s fine.”

“What was that?” Kate asks.

They all look around, before spotting her. The girl from the photo was there, opening the door.

“Stay calm, guys,” Chase says.

“She's a ghost. She can't come in the circle,” Dean explains.

They all watch carefully as she slowly approaches them. She stops at the salt line and gazes at it warily, before brandishing a knife, and stepping over the line. Chase blanches while Dean looks on in panic.

“I thought you said ghosts couldn't cross the circle.”

“They can’t. She’s not a ghost.”

The girl attacks Dean, but he manages to fight and hold her off.

“Dean!” Chase cries out in panic, attempting to help him.

“Chase, get them out of here!”

“But-”

“Now!”

Chase nods before herding the others outside, running away from Dean.

She sighs in relief however, hearing Sam and Harley.

***

“Where is everyone?” Dean asks, coming outside to see Brian and an annoyed Chase.

“Hiding, which is where this lunatic should be, but he isn’t.”

“I want to help.”

“Go get your family,” Dean says. “Go!”

Brian rushes off to get his family while the four hunters look at one another. “So,” Chase says. “Not a ghost.”

“Just a girl then,” Sam adds.

“Girl?” Dean asks incredulously. “It's psycho Nell. I'm telling you, man—humans.”

“So who is she then?” Harley asks.

“I don't know. Maybe it's the daughter, Rebecca. Maybe she didn't hang herself.”

“Dean, you realize she would be like, fifty now or something.”

“Well, what did you two find in the attic?” Dean asks Harley and Sam.

“Not much,” Sam says.

“Just Rebecca’s old diary.”

“I wish you'd found a howitzer. Listen, we got to get this family safe. I mean, it's just a human, so they can make a run for it. We just got to hold her off,” Dean says.

“We're okay,” Susan says as the family runs up to the hunters.

“Danny! Ted!” Brian calls out. “We’ve got to go!”

“I’m good!” Ted calls back, running over.

“Danny, come on!” Susan calls this time.

“Danny!” Brian calls again. “Buddy, we got to go!”

“Told you it was some crazy bitch,” Ted says.

“Yeah, you did. Want a sticker or something?” Chase asks, rolling her eyes.

“Head to town. We’ll take it from here,” Sam says.

“Danny, come on, baby! We're leaving!” Susan calls again.

“Danny, we’ve got to go!”

“Brian, where- where is he?”

“Danny!”

“Danny!” Susan calls.

“Suse, Suse, Suse. We will find Danny, I promise you,” Brian says.

“No,” Susan says, in denial, shaking her head as though she couldn’t believe this was happening.

“No. Take Kate and go now. Now, while you still have a chance.”

“Not without Danny.”

“I am not going out there with mom alone.”

“She’s right,” Dean says. “Until we find your son, the safest place for you right now would be in the shed.”

Kate looks at him like he’s grown another head, “I’m not going in there either.”

“Yes, you are. It is the best defense. The windows are boarded up. It's got one door. It's our best shot right now. Trust me,” Harley says.

Kate looks at her warily, but nods finally.

“Suse, Kate, go.” Brian nods towards the shed. “Go.”

“Okay,” Sam starts. “You three go take the house,” he continues, gesturing to Harley, Dean, and Ted. “The three of us will take outside.”

***

Dean, Harley, and Ted walk into the house. Ted begins poking around the room and finds a butcher’s knife. While Dean investigates the walls and Harley the floor; actually doing something useful.

“What are you doing?” Ted asks.

“She's human. She had to come from somewhere.” Harley answers in a snarky manner.

Dean finds a loose board and pulls it free of the rest of the wall. Ted flinches at the smell emanating from the hole.

“You smell that?” Ted asks, scrunching up his nose.

“Every day,” Dean replies.

“You get used to it,” Harley adds.

Dean pulls a knife out and shines his flashlight through the hole before entering it, “Come on.”

Harley quickly followed suit with Ted in tow. They stop at a hole.

“You’re not going down there,” Ted says.

“Do you want to?” Harley challenges.

Ted stays silent.

“That’s what I thought.”

Dean starts lowering himself down, “Please nobody grab my leg. Please nobody grab my leg.”

Harley does the same after him. Dean shines his flashlight throughout the room. When it lands on Buster’s body torn to shreds. Dean quickly turns around and turns Harley so she’s facing away from the dog.

“What are you doing?” Harley asks, confused.

“Just get out of the hole,” Dean says.

“Why?”

“Just trust me, you don’t want to see this.”

“Okay?” Harley says unsure, but struggles to get up before Dean gives her a boost.

“Danny?” Dean calls out after Harley gets back up.

“Find anything?” Ted asks.

“Yeah, her kitchen,” Dean responds.

“Her what?”

Ted turns around and the girl stabs him through the neck.

“Dean! She’s here!” Harley yells as Ted falls on her.

Dean hurries to climb through the hole while Harley pushes Ted’s body off of her.

***

Chase paces back and forth, ignoring the stares of the rest of the family, as well as her own brother.

“Chase,” Sam says. Chase doesn’t even hear him, mumbling to herself. “Chase!” Sam repeats.

Chase’s head jerks up, as she finally takes notice of Sam. “Yeah, what?”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Pacing. You’re giving me anxiety.”

“Yeah, well, I have anxiety all the time, so deal with it.”

Sam rolls his eyes as Chase begins to pace again, continuing her incessant mumbling.

“Look, why are we just standing here? Let’s go check the house,” Brian suggests.

“Yeah, no bueno. No offense, but that’s an awful idea,” Chase says.

“It’s better than pacing around like you! How’s that gonna help?” Brian demands.

“You wanna go? You’re only in this mess because you prideful assholes didn’t want to listen to us in the first place!”

Brain turns away, silenced by the indisputable facts of Chase’s accusation.

“Best thing we can do is just wait for the others to get back, okay?” Sam says, trying to ease the tension in the air.

A few moments later, the group startles at the sudden knocking.

“Sam, it’s us,” Dean says.

“Chase, could you please open the door?” Harley asks, sounding slightly aggravated.

“Help me,” Chase says, jumping into action to move the items blocking the door.

Harley and Dean rush in as soon as the door opens, only to shut it behind them.

“Where’s Danny? Did you find him?” Susan asks hurriedly.

“No,” Dean says shortly.

“Okay, well where’s Ted?”

“Outside.”

“Well why doesn’t he come inside?”

Chase at that moment realizes what happened.

“Because I had to carry him out. I’m sorry,” Dean continues, looking to the ground.

“What- what does that mean?”

“Are you saying he’s dead?” Brian asks.

“No, of course not. That’s not what he’s saying, right?” Susan asks.

“We were in the walls and she attacked,” Harley explains.

“Oh my God,” Susan gasps.

“I couldn’t make it to him in time,” Dean continues.

“Uncle Ted is dead?” Kate asks, looking back and forth between the adults.

“She snuck up behind us, I’m sorry Kate,” Harley says gently.

Dean leaves the shed and Harley follows behind him.

Chase looks at them as they leave before sighing heavily. She turns to Sam. “Anything useful in there?” she asks, gesturing to Rebecca’s diary.

Sam shakes his head, “Not yet.”

“We’ll find him, Suse. We will.”

“Where else is there to look? He’s dead,” Susan says dejectedly.

“Don’t say that,” Chase says gently, cutting in. “We will get your son back.”

“And if he’s already dead? She killed my brother and now she’s killed my son.”

“Danny is still alive,” Brian says.

“No, he isn’t,” Susan argues.

“Yes, he is. Do you remember what he said about the girl who lived in the walls? She said he could stay,” Brian explains.

Chase looks at him in shock. “Wow, you actually just said something useful.”

“I just don't understand why this happens to us. I mean, we're good people. We're a good family.”

“What happened to Andy happened, okay? I cannot change that. But I will find Danny, I promise you. And when I do, we are gonna be fine. You and me, the kids, we're gonna be fine.”

Chase looks to Sam and takes notice of his eyes darting away from them and back to the diary. She shakes her head lightly.

Brian nods to Chase before heading outside, presumably to where Dean and Harley had gone to.

***

“You okay?” Harley asks.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be,” Dean responds not so convincingly.

“Because I know you. You’ll blame Ted’s death on yourself. Which is ridiculous. If anyone should get the blame it should be me. Not that I actually care.”

“You just got up there.” Dean defends her.

“So it was no one’s fault.”

“ I guess you're right. But I doubt my subconscious will accept that.”

“Fair enough.”

“The most important thing is you’re still alive, so there’s that at least.”

“Did I just get Dean Winchester to look on the bright side?” Harley teases.

“I think plenty of positive thoughts.”

“Like what?”

“Like you without a bra, see positive.”

“Pervert.”

“You love it.”

“I tolerate it.”

***

Brain stares up at the house, taking deep breaths, trying to keep himself calm.

“Andy your son?” Dean asks. Brian glances at him quickly. He nods.

“Oldest. He got himself killed in a car accident last year.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It nearly tore Suse and I apart. Still could, I imagine. That's why we moved here. Fresh air, fresh start. Not even my line. Marriage counselor. 'Course, she might be right. After all, what could possibly go wrong in the country?”

Harley allows herself a bitter laugh, to which Brian raises his brows, cracking a smile.

“I'm getting your son back. If it's the last godforsaken thing I do,” Dean says seriously.

“Why do you care so much?” Brian asks him.

“Dean,” Sam says. “Harley.”

The three look to see Chase and Sam approaching them. Sam holds up the diary.

“We gotta talk,” Chase says shortly.

***

“What is that?” Dean asks as the four of them walk into the house.

“Rebecca’s diary,” Harley says. “Sam and I found it earlier.”

“I just finished reading it,” Sam explains.

“And?” Dean asks.

“That girl back there? Pretty sure she was Rebecca's daughter,” Chase explains.

“Rebecca had a kid?” Harley asks.

“It's all she talks about. Being pregnant, being ashamed of being pregnant,” Sam explains.

“Jeez, rent Juno and get over it. Wait, why kill herself after the baby?” Dean asks.

“Wow, Dean. Sympathetic,” Chase responds sarcastically.

“Maybe because her dad called her a dirty little whore and said he was gonna lock the baby up,” Sam responds.

“Why would he say that?” Harley asks.

Chase and Sam exchange glances before pointedly looking back at Harley and Dean.

“Oh, gross.”

“Yeah,” Chase says.

“So the daddy was the baby daddy too?” Dean asks.

“Dean, you have got to work on being tactful.”

“Dude was a monster, Dean,” Sam says.

“Wow, a story ripped from an Austrian headline. Humans,” Harley says, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Harley, you’re still partially human,” Chase reminds her.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“So she's been locked up her whole life?” Dean asks.

“You saw her eyes. Has she ever seen light? She's barely human,” Sam says.

“Okay, so, what, then, she's been caged up like an animal and she busts out and ganks dear old Dad? Slash Granddad?” Dean asks.

“I guess,” Sam shrugs.

“Well, can't say I blame her,” Chase says. “Someone did that to me, I might’ve not lasted as long. I definitely would have snapped eventually though.”

“Yeah, I can’t say I blame her either,” Dean agrees.

“I'm sure her life was hell, Dean. It doesn't mean she gets a free pass for murder.”

“Like you know what hell's like.”

Sam makes a surprised and regretful face, “I didn't-”

“Forget it,” Dean says.

“What the hell, Dean?”

Dean looks to Chase in shock.

“You can’t not talk to us about it, then use it against us, Dean. That’s not fucking fair.”

“You can’t even begin to imagine what hell is like-”

“Yeah, because you never fucking talk to us, Dean! So shut the hell up about it or tell us. Then, then you might be able to use that against us.”

Dean just stares at Chase in shock, before turning away.

“So where do we find her?” Sam interjects awkwardly, trying to break the silence.

“Kid's gotta eat, right?” Dean says, ignoring Chase.

“What?”

“He kept her hidden, locked up, but he had to feed her, didn't he?”

“I guess.”

“I think we know where,” Harley says, realizing where Dean was going with his train of thought.

***

The four hunters are breaking a hole into the kitchen wall, letting light into the shaft of the dumbwaiter.

“Could've kept her hidden here for years. Kept her fed, nobody would ever know,” Sam says.

Brian, who had insisted on coming with them, calls out for his son. “Danny! Danny!”

Dean shines a light down the shaft. “Watch out, I'm going down.”

“No. That's my son,” Brian attempts to argue.

“I know it is, but I said that I would get him. I will. Let me.”

Dean looks down and up the shaft and scoots through the hole, then starts to climb down the side.

“Hey, you got curtains? We need rope,” Chase says, getting an idea.

While Sam holds the light for Dean, Brian and Harley search around for curtains or fabric they can tie together for rope.

“You good down there?” Chase calls out.

“Yeah, just got to the bottom!” Dean pauses, obviously rustling around a bit. “Bitch is a klepto,” he finally mutters.

They all wait, having tied together enough curtains to make rope long enough, and finally, after several minutes, hear a boy’s yell.

“Was that Danny?” Brian asks.

“Know of any other boy we’re looking for?” Chase asks sarcastically.

Sam drops one end of a rope of knotted curtains down the shaft. Danny appears at the bottom.

“Danny!” Sam exclaims. Upon his urging, Danny ties himself into the rope.

“Okay!” Danny calls up, signalling that it’s clear to hoist him up.

“Okay, pull!” Sam says.

“Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy. Don't look back, Danny. Just come on, come on,” Brian mutters as they continue to pull Danny up the shaft.

Once Danny is to the top, Brian grabs onto him, hugging him. “Come on. You okay? It's okay.”

“Get him out of here. You gotta go,” Chase says.

As soon as Danny and Brian have left, Sam turns the light back down the shaft.

“Dean?” Harley calls.

“Dean!” Chase says again.

Sam quickly starts descending the rope, hearing a gunshot go off. Harley and Chase hold onto the rope, steadying it for Sam.

Five minutes later, the two reappear, climbing up the rope.

“Oh thank God,” Chase cries, throwing herself onto Dean. “I got so worried that the last thing I’d said to you was about-”

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Dean says, trying to be soothing, hugging his younger sister. He brushes a hand through her hair, making eye contact with Harley, who also shows relief at Dean being safe.

***

Dean jacks down the Impala after replacing the tires. Sam pulls Dean’s duffel out of the repacked trunk and throws it in the back of the car.

Harley and Chase pack up their things, Jack parked alongside Baby. Brian and Susan walk over.

“Thanks for the head start,” Dean says.

“Why doesn't it surprise me you guys don't like the police?” Brian asks.

“Because it’s not surprising,” Chase says.

“It's sort of a mutual-appreciation thing, really,” Sam responds.

“Well, thank you.”

“Thank you,” Susan says.

“You okay?” Dean asks the couple.

“No, we're the opposite of okay, but we're together,” Susan replies.

“Thanks again,” Brian says.

The group nods to the family before gathering the last of their things and heading on their way.

***

Sam, Harley, Chase, and Dean all sit around, eating burgers. Well, the first three are. Dean, however, simply unwraps his burger, only to rewrap it.

“You okay?” Sam asks.

“You know, I felt for those sons of bitches back there. Lifelong torture turns you into something like that.”

“You were in hell, Dean. Look, maybe you did what you did there, but you're not them. They were barely human,” Sam says.

“Yeah, you're right. I wasn't like them. I was worse. They were animals, Sam, defending territory. Me? I did it for the sheer pleasure.”

“What?” Chase asks, slightly confused.

“I enjoyed it, guys. They took me off the rack, and I tortured souls, and I liked it. All those years, all that pain. Finally getting to deal some out yourself. I didn't care who they put in front of me. Because that pain I felt, it just slipped away. No matter how many people I save, I can't change that. I can't fill this hole. Not ever.”

“That’s not your fault, Dean,” Chase says.

“It is, and I’m going to have to live with that.”

Chase, determined to be of some support, simply wraps an arm around Dean’s waist. “But you will never have to live with that weight by yourself. Not as long as you have me. Not as long as you have us.”

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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Forever (Sanny)

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner

Length: about 2.7k

Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss, mild angst, very sappy, happy ending

Summary: "He knew his neck was glowing like the coals of their nightly summer bonfires, but Sam's eyes matched the elation he felt at the prospect of being best friends but so much more. His bestie, his beloved Sammy, the holder of his heart - they were entering a new chapter of their lives going forward from this moment."

Author's Notes: I have been working on this piece for awhile, slowly building on the events of the story within it's hour timeline, but also working on my style as a writer; I think I finally have something worth sharing here. Its short, and similar in a way to the lovely story ("Beautiful") my dear friend @satans-helper posted, but I am very happy with it and I hope everyone enjoys. And thank you, Zara, forever (ha) my bro, my writing peer, an incredible force of imagination and inspiration improving me and my work. For you, dear!

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Danny dropped everything and opened his arms when Sam came running to him.

His face was a blur, half obscured by his curtain of hair so Danny couldn't discern his expression, but the air around him eminated a grey sadness. Sam breathed out and wrapped his arms around him, clinging like it was the end of the world; face buried in his neck, only nestling further when Danny asked him what the matter was.

So Danny held him close, stroking his hair and his waist, determinedly, as if he could protect Sam's thin body from whatever he was running from with his own. He swayed them in a gentle motion, shooshing Sam and hopefully comforting him, while he ran the list through his head of whom he might have to kill.

After a while, Sam seemed to let loose some of the tension he had been holding in his shoulders. Danny asked him again, "What's the matter, Sammy? Are you okay?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just wanted a hug," Sam said flatly, pulling back.

The lie was palpable, even more so because of his ragged appearance betraying the turmoil inside. Sam's eyes were downcast and rimmed with red, focusing on the shoulder where his nose had been resting moments ago instead of Danny's face. Danny noticed his drained palor, as if all the life and joy that usually eminated from Sam was replaced with lead. That lead seemed to travel to his own stomach, smoking stack puffing out a concern that filled him to the brim: his Sammy was hurting.

"Nothing needs to be wrong for you to want a hug. But, are you okay?"

Sam sighed. He looked as if he was debating whether to tell Danny his problem, but, the matter was decided on its own when Danny gently brushed his hair behind his ear and tilted his head up, catching Sam's sad eyes.

"She left me, Danny. I don't know why. I went out to get us dinner - Vietnamese, and when I came back she was just in this- this rage. Something about me always being distracted and thinking about other things instead of her, but I don't know what I did. I just... I don't know what it was that I did."

Sam looked like he was about to break, both his heart and the wall holding his tears back cracking like old, brittle porcelain. Danny hugged him again, letting Sam sag against his chest as he shakily breathed out, obviously fighting back the waterworks.

"She said that I needed to prioritize her and our relationship more," Sam's voice came, muffled from his shoulder. Unproportionately large hands tightened around his hips. "I spend too much time with other people, and too much time with you. She says I'm obsessed with you. She thinks that- I'm in love with you! And that it would be better for both of us if she just left since I obviously don't love her enough. So she did."

Sam was crying in gasping sobs, finally breaking down and letting the waters flow without concern. Danny held him through it, calming and supporting him while pondering all the while at the situation; Sam's girlfriend had just dumped him because she thought Sam was in love with his male best friend instead of her, that being himself.

Still holding a sniveling - and now shivering - young man in his arms, Danny moved them over to the brown leather couch in the corner, trying to sit down with Sam heavily leaning on him. He wanted to manipulate them so that Sam was sitting next to him with Danny's arms around his shoulders, but Sam didn't budge, basically going down on top of Danny when he sat.

Danny decided to let him stay there, pulling Sam onto his lap more so he wouldn't fall off; it wasn't like he minded, all things considered. Sam needed comfort, so he was going to provide it the best way he knew how.

"Why didn't you want to tell me?" Danny asked, hesitantly, after awhile.

He wasn't trying to interrogate Sam, or seem offended, but he was desperately curious; this situation was bringing up old emotions Danny had always pushed away before. The thought of having Sam like a lover had skipped across his brain several times, but there had never been anything remotely serious or seemingly plausible about it. Until now.

Sam sniffed and lifted his head, looking at Danny with large, cool, brown eyes. He ran his hand over Danny's shoulder, worrying a lip inbetween his perfectly aligned teeth.

"Because I'm scared."

"Of what? You know I'll always support you and be here for you."

Sam's face twisted slightly, as if to say 'You don't know that, and I don't think I can believe it.'

Despite the heartache at the disbelief being expressed, Danny tried another angle. "You'll find another girl, one who really loves you and encourages your life like I know you tried to encourage her's. And she'll be so, so lucky to have you."

"Will you really stay with me, forever?" Sam asked, sounding almost like a child asking for love.

Danny nodded eagerly; an eternity with Sam was the only heaven he could ever desire.

"What if I told you that I don't want another girlfriend?"

"Then you don't need to get one. That's not gonna make me leave you. Nothing will. And why would I leave you for being single, that's ridiculous!"

Sam sat up straighter, looking Danny directly in the eyes with some sort of terrified fiercness that made him sweat with the intensity.

"But I don't want to be single, either. What if I said that I think she's right? What would you do?" He pressed, advancing on Danny until their foreheads were an inch from colliding.

Danny furrowed his brow and tapped his hands against Sam's shoulder bones, mulling it over. He understood what Sam was trying to convey to him. The essential question was, what did he want? Was he prepared to pour the last few drops of his love that were not already watering Sam onto him, and to have that returned?

The sentiment still stood strong, like he knew deep in his soul it always would.

"I'm not leaving you. We'll work it out together, and everything'll be okay."

Sam started crying again, shoulders drooping. He leaned forward onto Danny, clinging to his arms and sobbing into his sweater. Danny kissed his temple and let Sam ride it out; he was in obvious need to process the abundance of emotional events occurring in this short hour of his life.

It was an exhilarating and surprisingly welcomed notion, the thought of Sam being in love with him. Or, as much as he could be certain of in the moment, Sam having an attraction that was strong enough to be noticed by his now ex-girlfriend and tear them apart.

He hadn't thought that any other human would have been able to interfere with their dynamic; but, perhaps, he owed a thank you to this particularly catalyst who had managed to wedge herself into one of the few openings in the Kiszka-Wagner stronghold and then tear herself out again, gluing it closed behind her. Then again, she had made Sam cry more than Danny had seen in years, so, in all likelihood, he was never speaking to her again.

Danny knew that he and Sam had always been close, closer like all of them were closer than most brothers or best friends. After all, what siblings chose to spend every second of their lives in each other's presence years after not being obligated to? Not many. The love they all had for one another was what drove them along the road just as much as the music; it bound them together as a family deeper than blood or circumstance. It was written in the very essence of their beings.

Danny loved Josh and Jake more than anything: they truly were his brothers and his best friends in the whole world, and he would be completely lost without them in his life.

And, yet, Sam and Danny's relationship was different - somehow running even deeper, it sometimes seemed. Sam was very much so his kin, but also more. They understood each other at such a basic level that they had soaked each other up, built a bridge spanning from one chest to another, and, the pieces of Danny's soul that Sam now possessed, he could never get back - it was perhaps why it pained them to be apart for long: the gaping, desperate feel of incompleteness that couldn't be remedied until their partner was back at their side, putting each other back together.

Sam was Danny's brother, true. But he was also his rock, his muse, his soulmate and his heartbeat. Then was it any wonder to himself that Danny wasn't bothered by Sam being supposedly in love with him? That Danny would be more surprised to find he didn’t feel the same way--more surprised

to find he didn’t love Sam--than he would be if he were told he could make love to Sam

tonight?

It felt right to him, in this moment with Sam on his lap. It was right, the most correct amd true thing in the world - as it surely felt that way to Sam. They belonged together like they always knew, just maybe more intimately than anticipated by their younger selves.

Danny started speaking - slowly, at first, sharing his thoughts on the matter with Sam. He spoke softly and continued petting Sam the entire time, treating his other half with the tenderness he deserved, especially in the situation. The revelation that the lurking feelings which had resided in himself were, apparently, reciprocated might have come and swept them both away on a tidal flood of love, but the fact that Sam had just been rudely dumped was also still present in his demeanor.

Though, much of the fog had lifted, Danny was glad to observe; Sam was practically glowing, even the tears still in his eyes glittering like diamond rings. He had his hands hooked around the back of Danny's neck, underneath his hair, lightly pressing his fingertips to the pulse on the side of Danny's neck and matching his breathing to it.

Danny watched Sam's skinny chest rise and fall against his shirt, slowing to a calmer, steadier beat as the last of the sniffles subsided. He stroked Sam's cheek with the back of his hand, wiping away the sad residue still upon it and smiling when Sam nuzzled into the affectionate touch.

"I've always loved you, you know that?" Sam opened his eyes and smiled softly at Danny, tenderness shining out every pore of his already glowing complection.

Danny nodded and cupped Sam's face, studying him. He was glittering with love and satisfaction, not even dimmed by the deep tiredness that often resulted from crying one's heart out, though it showed in the bags beneath his eyes. Sam was perfect; crystalline beauty painted onto the vessel that housed Danny's own soul, that had full access to his heart and mind yet never mistreated the power.

"I love you, too. Since I first met you. I'll love you until forever."

"Forever," Sam repeated. "Sounds nice, doesn't it? You and me, together."

He shifted on Danny's lap, twisting his torso to fully face him. Sam tugged lightly on the hair at Danny's temple and grabbed the back of his head, bringing him closer until their skulls were touching.

"I hate to admit it, but she was totally right. I think about you a lot."

Sam blushed high on his cheekbones and rubbed his fine-boned nose against Danny's, lashes fluttering closed against his pink skin so he couldn't make eye contact. Danny knew, now that his tears had dried and the emotions had been hashed out, that Sam would revert back to a slightly more 'Sam-like' manor; more fiery and less contemplative, more bold action and less heartfelt words, needing some prompting from Danny to open up.

Danny wasn't bothered by Sam's nature, though. He knew now that Sam loved him, had even known before when Sam would make some brash joke and flick his eyes back to Danny to see if he liked it. Sam's affection was in his small touches, his attention to details, his fierce loyalty, and how he gave himself up completely, heart and soul, to what he loved, though he was loathe to admit it.

Danny was his opposite; attracted to Sam's absolute confidence in themselves and everything he knew, as opposed to Danny's own careful, almost too gentle nature. It was why they worked - in every sense of the word - so well together, and why Sam opened himself up to Danny despite his dislike of being vulnerable.

"This is gonna be fun," Danny grinned, squeezing Sam's thigh with one hand.

Sam raised an eyebrow, silently asking for elaboration.

"I mean, we're already together, like, all the time, and I always have fun cause I'm with you. Now we can do all that, but then we can, like, cuddle in bed and kiss at the end of the day and stuff. And I'm happy, since we get to do this now. Together, like you said."

He knew his neck was glowing like the coals of their nightly summer bonfires, but Sam's eyes matched the elation he felt at the prospect of being best friends but so much *more.* His bestie, his beloved Sammy, the holder of his heart - they were entering a new chapter of their lives going forward from this moment.

Danny wasn't scared of the coming changes; he was looking forward with barely contained glee. He didn't know what forest the path of his future forged through, but he did know that, as long as Sam was walking next to him, he could hike up the highest mountain and come out unscathed.

"Danny...."

Sam called him back to their mutual plane of existence with a soft breath of his name and a slightly chilled hand on his cheek. He rubbed their noses together again then tilted his head to the side, gently squeezing Danny's face as two soft, tentative, parted pairs of lips met in a sweet first kiss.

That small contact - so close to many things they had shared before, and yet, so breathtaking it shattered everything they knew - it opened the door to places within Danny that had been locked so long, he hasn't even realized. His blood rushed like a newly un-dammed river as his heart tripled in size, throbbing with elated desire. His fingertips hummed with the electric current being conducted from their points of contact on Sam's thighs, and his eyes, despite being closed, flashed with violets, golden sunshine, and glittering panes of glass like glancing at a castle atop a hill on a sunny day; Sam, the keeper of the key to his soul, had finally turned the key.

They attempted to break contact several times, but each fresh breath of air felt like an ocean of desperation filling their lungs to the brim, drowning them in it's anguish. Sam cupped the back of Danny's head and kissed him with all of his might, thumbs sweeping along his jawline and tongue licking up every drop of Danny's flavor as if he would never get the chance to again.

Finally, after Danny could scarcely perform higher thinking from the mass of delicious attention, Sam pulled back. His lips were shining in the low light coming from the windows, grinning around hurried gasps for air. He loosened his hold on Danny's face and curled his hands around his shoulders, adjusting his position on Danny's lap.

"Forever. We get to do that forever," Sam said, as excited for the development of their coming relationship as Danny was, he knew.

Danny smiled back at him and pulled him in for another kiss, welcoming their love and all that would come with it with open arms, much like Sam had taken him in all those years ago when they were still children, and just an hour ago when his love was in need if his help and comfort. Danny wrapped his arms around Sam, knowing that with each other - entwined with each other, body and soul - Was where they were always meant to be.

"Forever," he agreed.

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burning-clutch · 4 years

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Half A Recapitulation

Fic can be read on A03 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/23491168

Lore Dump, Halfa exploraion, Mysterious book found, Ghost zone exploration, Family history and halfa history.

Complete. Rated G. Word Count: 3392

Pairings: None

Trigger Warnings: none

Author: @burning-clutch (Team Ghost)

Prompt by: Phantomroyalty AO3: PhantomKick

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Half A Recapitulation

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It was something of a mystery, something unique that he’d never expected to find where he’d found it.

An old and odd book tucked away in the corner of his grandmother’s attic, bound in leather with an imprinted skull that almost seemed to glow in the dark and under certain light if it had a pearlesque green tint to it. There was no title on the cover and was held firmly shut by a brass clasp and chain.

Danny had assumed it was a journal of some kind stored away through the years and forgotten, and he would have passed it off if not for the post-it note with a golden CW. That alone told him this was something more. Something significant, and moreover something that needed to be coming with him.

They had been helping to clean out his grandparents' place after his grandmother, his mom’s mom, passed away at a decent age of 86. He never got to meet his grandfather on Maddie’s side but he’d heard enough stories throughout the years he didn’t feel it mattered much.

But after the funeral had gone and passed and assets were divided and given to whom they were willed to, it had fallen to the next of kin, and by extension him and Jazz getting roped along too, to clean out the leftover stuff that hadn’t been officially willed.

Wanting to get away from his mother and his Aunt, along with the handful of other relatives that only ever seemed to come around for funerals or family reunions, he volunteered for the attic. Thus bringing him back to the present where he stood running his hands over the etching on the leather of the old book he’d found.

He resolved to take it with him invisibly out to the RV, stuffing it under his mattress before heading back in to finish his cleaning of the attic.

The sun was well gone by the time they were done their share of the cleanout. Danny was tired and more than happy to have the beds in the RV to lay down on. Pulling the curtain closed he fished out the book from where he’d stashed it and pulled the covers up over him for added protection.

Carefully as if the clasp were made of fine glass or china, he unlatched it. It clicked open harmlessly and Danny poured power into his eyes to allow him to see the text outlined within the book. Latin? It was written in Latin?

Okay no big deal, he’d been studying it in both English class and the Zone with Frostbite. Why he needed to know that language he couldn’t guess, and Frostbite never seemed too keen to tell him either. The yeti would wave off the query, or dodge it.

Pushing that matter down and putting it away until later Danny began to read. The first bit of the book seemed to be a timeline of sorts, with a bunch of names before branching off into others, before stopping abruptly.

He frowned down at the book before noticing a small fold in the corner of the page. Gently he tugged at the fold and freed a piece of rolled and folded yellowed paper. Huh…. this was in English…

As his eyes scanned the new paper he realized almost instantly that he was looking at; a family tree of sorts. He scanned the names a bit before seeing a few he actually recognized. “Huh… Walker?” he muttered aloud. That was his grandmother’s last name and his mother’s maiden name… was this his family tree then? Was this book detailing his family history?

If that was the case it was no wonder Clockwork had wanted him to read it... Still, it didn’t make sense, this family tree was clearly new, it wasn’t even attached to the book just hanging in the pages, the writing was vastly different as well.

He flipped a few pages and felt his blood run cold in the next few words.

‘Demi-ghosts are powerful beings brought about the fusion from ectoplasm and an organic, living creature.’

This was a book on half ghosts in his grandparent’s attic? He bit his lip and scanned through the pages, reading on and skimming past and skipping over the details of what made a halfa, Demi Ghost or whatever, different, and landed on the history.

The images gave him chills.

They were bloodied and so lifelike Danny could almost hear the screams from the slaughter. The area was titled ‘the great divide and the battle of the Gods.’

‘This area of the grimoire shall be dedicated to the retelling of our history, our understanding of the cycle, and how this all came about. There was a time when Demi Ghosts were seen as balancers. Gatekeepers of sorts. We were in charge of helping the full dead to carry out their purposes and allow them to transcend into the great pooled collective. Doing so allowed that spirit to rejoin the cycle of life, death and rebirth.

Ghosts would break the set cycle and strain the delicate balance the two main realms held. For as much as ghosts needed the purely living to fuel the ectoplasm with their energies, emotional or otherwise, they needed the ghosts to give back the purified life energy, or spirits collected there. This soul energy is the purest form of ectoplasm and exists within a ghost’s core.

If a ghost can not draw an ectoplasmic base around its soul, then it is absorbed by the zone itself to intermingle. If a soul with strong desires enters the zone it can collect and condense the ectoplasm, a core will be formed and thus a ghost.

Demi Ghosts break that rule, break that cycle and permeate the realms by straddling the line. Under natural causes, we can not pass on, fueled by the energy of both life and death in this delicate and overwrought equipoise. We are not invincible however, as even one as powerful as the Great Idol can be taken down. As we can never properly pass on we do not rejoin the collective if we are killed as demi-ghosts.

Oftentimes, because of our nature, we will be reformed as full ghosts where we can then rejoin the cycle if we are able to transcend. Thus we help our brethren to move on and complete their path within the great circle. We are balance, and we are the keepers of the laws, our sheer power allows us to rule as a governing body of few to serve many.

That all changed when the Kharlan attacked. Seeking power they struck firm against us, with weapons and powers the likes of which we were unprepared to defend against. Our place in the cycle was interrupted that day.

With burning wings like seraphim, they struck, changing some of our members into grotesque mockeries of what our ghostly forms were. Those of our numbers who could fight valiantly while those who couldn’t or had underdeveloped cores, fled to the human realm to escape the persecution that was being brought upon us. We still had our human guises after all, and blending among the packs of full humans was easy.

Though the attack was brutal and those who fled survived the ones who allowed us this luxury were trapped, as our once noble leader, The Great Idol, now one we call The Dark Perah after his horrid crimes, destroyed our connection, our doorway to the realms.’ Danny startled at those words. “Dark Peraih? …. Pariah Dark then?” Danny muttered out under his breath. He was the halfa’s leader at one point? He was a halfa? He skipped forward a bit taking in the words here and there,

Pariah Dark had wanted more power, not contented in being the ruler of the Demi Ghost’s tribe, and instead, wanting to rule the Ghost Zone’s collective. He had a few halfa supporters that backed him, but the rest of the tribe had turned away from him and thrown him out of their ranks, only for him to flee, gain more followers and artifacts of power before taking out the very tribe he had once been in charge of.

The family tree that was at the beginning of the book is the groups of the undeveloped and more human half of the group that fled. Which meant… With the Walker namesake on that list, his grandparents, his mother and to extension himself were descendants of that tribe...

For the group that stayed behind and fought however, the book held no information on what happened to them, not really anyway. The person who wrote this theorized the mutations their cores suffered turned them into Full Ghosts and perhaps were still within the realms of the Ghost Zone living as best they can.

He read on enamoured now, and his eyes glowed brighter in response. Some part in the back of his mind was glad that he’d pulled the curtain if for no other reason than the fact his sister would endlessly pester and tease him about being so interested in a book for once in his life.

It was filled with information about him, his family, and his species even! He couldn’t believe it! There was so much helpful information hidden within the pages of this book, from potential powers, biology, life cycles, all the way over to medicine.

It wasn’t until he felt a smack on his head through the blanket did he reemerge from the little world he was lost in. Danny blinked up at his sister in confusion, she was silhouetted by the Fentonworks illuminated sign.

“We’re home,” she said simply raising a brow at him.

Danny blinked and craned his neck to look around his sister. “Yeah, right...” He slid off the bed, book stuffed under his shirt, his new coveted item, covered from any family members' prying eyes. He booked it into the house and up the stairs into his room eager to continue his reading.

Jazz watched him go with a concerned look, though it was quickly pushed aside when she saw her father coming up behind with an eager smile. Figuring that’s why her brother fled she hightailed it away as well.

Danny shut the door to his bedroom with a soft click, making sure it was locked before he moved across to his bed and hunkered down with the book.

The details in this thing were astounding! Depictions and diagrams of the different types of ghosts, some of the location names within the name, lives detailed with a meticulous effort that Danny couldn’t help but appreciate. How the uncored Halfa’s hid from the dark king as he ravaged the Zone looking for a way through after the original doorway collapsed.

It wasn’t until he got into the rituals of how to create a halfa did he feel his blood run cold from worry and dread at the words detailed within. Suddenly this book and guide took on a much more sinister feel. He knew upon seeing this, why Clockwork had marked the book more than anything. If this fell into the wrong hands…

He didn’t want to think about that now…

And so he continued to read.

‘ While we all share the genes to allow ourselves to bond with the ectoplasm, some who would carry, born of two human parents, or two Demi Ghost parents, will not develop a core as they should when they age as one who has one ghostly and one human parent would. Thus upon reaching the designated age, the right of passage is performed to force the core into existence.

Within the teen years of the potential fledgeling, we will prepare them for this harsh undertaking that their body will endure. The sacrificial ritual that is used to jumpstart a fledge’s core to enable them to become a balance or law keeper. The fledge can opt out of the ritual and instead they will become a knowledge keeper, I am one who chose to be a knowledge keeper. I have always been one to value a sharp mind over a sharp sword after all.

My love of the written word and books aside, once a young fledge is ready they will approach the altar and lay upon the dias. They and the stone slab are raised into the air by the elders' power, and the prayers and chanting begin. The high elder will then attach the conduit for which the power will be concentrated.

If the Realms keeper is pleased, the realm’s own energies will gather, and with a burst of energy, the conduit will be struck travelling down into the chest of the fledge. This then comes down to a battle of wills with the fledge. If they have the resolve to force then energies to their will, a core will form and thus a Demi Ghost is born.

If the fledge fails their life is forfeit.

Because of the high cost of the failure, we try to push young fledges to at least wait until sixteen before they attempt this.’

Following the words, there was a sketch of some kind of altar, in the shape of a pyramid with a pole in a vague shape of a lightning bolt pointing towards the top of the pyramid. A few details surrounding the area along with a set of coordinates, Ghost zone coordinates.

Was this right? Was this real? Danny stared at the page for a long time worrying his lip. He makes a face at the numbers before pulling out his phone and snapping a photo of the page. He had to look for this place. He just had to know if it was real!

He was far too excited to sleep anyway.

The transformation was quick and silent and once complete, Daniel Fenton was replaced with Danny Phantom in the middle of the bedroom. With a curt nod to himself, Danny phased invisibility downward into the basement.

A quick check around confirmed his parents were nowhere to be seen. Satisfied he moves to open the portal before slipping through into the green abyss. He focused on the coordinates on his phone and found a vague push of where to go when he read through the names of the quadrants in the image.

He recognized where the one location was and swiftly sped off towards it, knowing he would probably be here most of the night exploring now.

Two hours… It took two hours of searching and a few times asking for directions through the quadrants, but he finally did it. He was here, and before him, stood er, floated the pyramid he had seen in the book.

If he didn’t know the significance of this place, even if he’d stumbled upon it on his own he never would have gone to examine it without prompting.

Quickly he flew to the small island that held the building, this temple aloft. Zipping around it to examine it.

It was a simple step pyramid, a door in the one side and pillars that looked of Greek or Roman influence out front. Carefully the teen floated into the temple marvelling at the stone etchings on the wall.

The area was rather vacant, all things considered, with many branching hallways leading down and through the pyramid, the front of the room had a slab of smooth stone that looked like it fell from the ceiling, but on further inspection, Danny wondered if that was the dias that the so-called fledges would lay on.

Looking at the images on the walls that assumption seemed to be the correct one. The large hall was decorated with human like statues and figures, as well as six pillars spaced evenly around the room to support the ceiling. The images on the walls depicted snippets of what Danny had read in the book, along with a few gathering people who were holding a heart with a circle and a very simple etching of smoke within that.

Danny was amazed, to put it simply. Looking around the main hall he decided to explore a bit more and flew up towards the skyline opening. From up here, he could almost feel the electrified ectoplasm. Tall poles folded into the top of the pyramid, making the proper point of the shape, the four posts holding up a large post that Danny swore looked like the ray gun his mother uses as a weapon.

He shivered. This place felt eerie… it reminded him too much of the portal actually… “Great one? What are you doing in this sacred place?” A deep voice sounded from behind him. “Frostbite? I could ask you the same.” Danny responded in kind taking flight to zip up to the yeti ghost who was riding some sort of segway looking device.

“I maintain the security in this place, you must have been what triggered the alarm.” The large ghost mused. “Though I am curious, do you know this place’s significance?”

“I mean, sort of? I found a book on this place and wanted to check it out. It had details of some halfa thing in the book so I just… I was curious.” Danny explained. Though now that he thought on it more it really was stupid to rush off here in blind excitement.

Frostbite seemed to take this in stride however as a large grin blossomed on his furry face. “Then you know more than you need to.” The yeti boomed. “And have you had any revelations?”

“What? No? Should I have?” Danny asked eyeing Frostbite suspiciously,

The Yeti shrugged though his grin never drops. “It is of little consequence. But please. This is no place you should be playing explorer in. If you are unprepared you could set off a trap that was set a millennia ago to prevent unwanted or curious creatures from entering these grounds.”

Danny nodded and took the invite to stand behind Frostbite on the flying device. “Wait how do you know about this place? And why are you protecting it?”

“Ah! That Great one is the question you should discover for yourself.” Frostbite chuckled out.

“Another non-answer great, you’re getting as bad as Clockwork you know?” Danny groused to his mentor. “So did they really… turn people into halfas here?”

Frostbite nodded and looked down at the dias through the skylight with a far off frown. “There is much you must learn Great One. Perhaps, though these are all stories for another day.” With that cryptic message, Frostbite activated the Infinimap to bring them back to the entrance of the Far Frozen.

“Do you wish to stay a while? Or perhaps, require an escort back to your gateway?” Frostbite asked once the world around them had settled. The map always had that disorienting effect on people it seemed, not just humans and part humans…

“No…I should probably head home, and I’m fine doing that by myself.” Danny said jumping off the segway with a lopsided smile. “Though before I go I have one question for you.”

Frostbite nodded and tilted his head inquisitively to the side, his fuzzy brow knitting together as he did.

“When I first came here, you’d said something about us having something in common, I had thought it was the ice core… but now?” Danny trailed off examining the yeti with deep scrutiny.

“I think you know the answer,” Frostbite said simply, smiling bright and showing off his impressive fangs.

The book said monstrous forms… “Holy- Really?” Danny’s eyes went wide. “Indeed. We are part of the tribe that stayed to fight, it took many thousands of years for us to regain any semblance in our sense of self. Twisting one’s core is not something to be taken lightly.” The yeti said simply

Danny was simply in awe he had so many questions! The buzzing of his phone snapped him out of his dizzying thoughts, though the time on the phone made him groan. Jazz had noticed he wasn’t in bed and messaged him making sure he was okay, but the time was almost 5 AM. so much for sleep…

With the promise to return soon (with the book) Danny sped off for home. His head spinning and thoughts reeling from everything he’d learned.

The best part of it all though was knowing that he wasn’t alone, well not entirely anyway.

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Total word count: 3392

#Phic Phight 2020 #Danny Phantom #Prompt fill #Danny #Maddie #Jazz #JAck #Frostbite

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creativeskullcreations · 4 years

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HTaHHQ Episode 1: First Meetings(part 3)

In all seriousness, I'm really sorry it took so long to update anything. I had a sudden loss of motivation to do anything productive. I think it was caused by stress and burnout. So I'm gonna try and work on schedule, and hopefully that will help a bit.

Basically, one fic will be updated every Monday! Which fic will it be and Monday? Idk, it's a surprise! But actually it'll be Outside next week, and hopefully for at least a few weeks after that. And then I've got video uploads on Fridays and live-streams on... Idk yet. Just whenever for now I guess.

"What do you mean she's missing?!" Came a shout as Mary stormed out of her office. "How long has it been since anyone's seen her?!" "Mrs. Stein, please!" Johnny, the poor assistant that had been sent to tell the head writer about what happened struggled to keep up. He found himself having to jog to keep pace with the tall woman. "We're looking for her now. Nobody saw her leave the building, so she's got to be here somewhere...!" Mary turned, giving the poor guy a death glare. "That's not what I asked." She ground out. He gulped. "U-uh, t-two hours, ma'am. A-a-and it was Riley and Nick who saw her last!" 'Please don't kill me!' He thought as he looked everywhere but at her. 'I have a family of shrimp to feed!' "Two. Hours." She repeated calmly. "And those two didn't think to tell anyone between then and now." She turned, stalking down the hall at an even faster pace. "They'll be sawdust by the time I'm through with them." Johnny watched her go, then turned and sprinted down the hall in the opposite direction. He'd done his job, and there was no reason to stick around to see the fallout. In Mortimer's office, the Puppets were gathered. While Mortimer himself was at his desk, Daisy was pacing in front of him. Riley and Nick were glaring at each other from opposite sides of the small room. While neither said anything, it was clear to the other two that they blamed each other fro what had happened. "Oh, that poor girl!" Daisy fretted, twisting her apron in her fists. "I do hope she's okay." "Oh please, what danger could possibly be in here?" Nick said, finally pulled away from his glaring match. "She's probably raiding the kitchen or something like the others like to do. I'm sure she's fine, and this whole fuss will be for nothing." "The kitchen has been searched and she was not found there! Who knows what secrets she could see or hear!" Riley scolded. She rubbed at her temples, look pained. "This whole day has been a disaster! Thank god it's almost over!" "Riley, please calm down." Mortimer told her, trying to head off any possible arguments.. "Nick is right, there's no reason to worry or frown." "I-I apologize, of course you're right." She sighed. "The contract she signed is surely air tight." "Er..." Oh how would he explain this. His hesitance was noticed, and Nick and Daisy both turned to look at him the longer he took to agree with Riley. "She did sign the non disclosure, right Morty?" Daisy asked. Everyone was looking at him, and he found himself clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Technically, I cannot force anyone to sign. Even for me, that would be crossing a line." He told them firmly. Instantly their faces turned to looks of shock, and anger in the case of Riley. "She didn't sign?!" Riley exploded, slamming her hands on his desk. Mortimer resisted the urge to flinch back and nodded. "We're doomed!" Nick bemoaned, clutching his head. "Our show is over, canceled, caput!" Mortimer went to scold the artist for pessimistic thinking, but was cut off by the door swinging open. "Would you two shut up!" Mary hissed as she entered the room. She carefully closed the door behind her, then turned to face the room. "Now, would one of you kindly explain how you managed to lose my stepdaughter!" "It wasn't our fault!" Nick was quick to jump in. "Riley and I were simply trying to get Scout, when your daughter had some sort of attack and ran off!" "Indeed, it was really quite strange." Riley agreed. "It was almost like she was afraid..." Mary almost scoffed at the idea. "Stacy, afraid? Please, she's only doing this to be a nuisance." She refocused on the two Puppets. "Where were you when this happened?" "By the cafeteria." Nick told her. "Just outside it in the dead end." "Then we'll start there, and work our way through." Mortimer told them. "And yes, you'll be helping out too." "Fine." Riley spat, wheeling out of the room. Nick Nack followed her, as did Mary. Only Daisy and Mortimer stayed behind, with him catching her as she went to leave. "Ah, Daisy my dear, a moment if you please. Might I have a word, before you as well leave?" He asked. She stopped and turned back, wheeling back to the desk. "Of course, Morty! What's wrong?" She asked, gripping her apron. It's about Stacy, and how you're the best to help her. You know this place best, both under and over." Mortimer said. Daisy nodded, slightly confused. "Well, yes. But I don't see-" "Since she's a child, and a frightened one at that, I expect you to search the hiding places of your brats." Daisy blinked and almost protested(Hand Puppets or not, they were still her children, and he shouldn't call them brats just to make a rhyme), but then stopped to think about it. "You know sugarplum, you might actually be on to something there." She said, missing Mortimer's approving look as she turned. racing out of the room. "And I think I know exactly where I should look." Half and hour later, and Daisy had steadily worked her way through all of the Hand Puppets' hiding spots. While they technically had hundreds, she had managed to shrink the list to just a fraction by eliminating the places Stacy wouldn't be able to fit in. She'd shrunk it even further by getting rid of the options that neither the girl or Scout would know about. The end result was a very small list of possible locations for a human child to hide. She had searched all of them and Stacy was nowhere. As of now she was out of ideas, and had decided to search the by now very empty Sound Stage. Most everyone having already gone home. She knew Lydia was still around, but other than her, a few senior assistants, and Mary and her son, the studio was devoid of any humans. Daisy really hoped Stacy hadn't noticed this, as she didn't want the girl panicking over it. Based on what Riley and Nick had described, the poor dear was probably terrified out of her mind by now. That thought is what kept the homemaker from giving up, determined to find her before one of her "siblings" did. She loved them, she really did, but neither of them were really all that... good, with the kids, and she worried what might happen if either of them found Stacy first. So she worked her way through the Sound Stage, checking inside each set and looking in each door to make sure she didn't miss anything. However, as she made it to the prop closet that specifically held her props, she heard a noise from inside. She pressed her ear against the door, and felt her heart sink when she heard a quiet sniffling from within. "Stacy? Honey, are you in there?" She called out, only to be met with complete silence. "Sugar I know you're in there. You've got everybody awful worried about you." No reply, but she did hear something shifting around inside. Boxes being moved, fabric rubbing against itself. It sounded like she was coming out of hiding, and Daisy couldn't help the small smugness she felt at accomplishing that. "Stacy, you have to come out of there. Everybody's awful worried about you. Your mother-" "She's not my mom." Stacy interrupted, throwing the Puppet off with how angry she sounded. "Step-mother then." She corrected herself. "Please, sugar, Mary's worried about you too." "She doesn't care. Not really." "Oh now, don't say that. I'm sure she cares a lot." Daisy tried to assure her, grabbing the door knob, pausing when Stacy answered. "If she really cared, I wouldn't be here." A pause. "I definitely don't want to be here..." "What do you mean by that?" Wouldn't be here? According to Mary, Stacy loved the show, and watched the new episodes every week with her brother. Why wouldn't such a loyal fan of the show not want to be here? "I don't know what she told you, but this job is supposed to be a punishment." Her voice was quiet, but Daisy could tell she was on the verge of tears again. "What?!" Daisy felt faint. Surely Mary wouldn't...? She yanked open the door, finding Stacy hidden behind a stack of several boxes. Her face was tear stained, and her eyes were red and puffy. "Oh, sweetheart..." She sighed, then backed away from the door. "Come on sugar. Let's go tell the others you're alright..." Stacy came out of the closet, following Daisy as she wheeled back to Mortimer's office. She paused at the door, unlatching it carefully before backing up and charging through it. "Mary Stein, what is wrong with you?!" Everyone in the office jumped, and she too notice that the other Puppets were there. Ignoring them for now, she extended her stand to get into the human woman's face, putting on her best Daisy Danger Death Glare. "How dare you use us to punish your step-daughter!" "Punish?" Nick questioned from behind, but the baker ignored him. "I don't know what you're talking abo-" Mary said, but Daisy pushed on. "Really? Because Stacy told me everything. And now, I want you to tell me what ever possessed you to use fear to punish a child? And you had better have a really good answer." Whatever Mary was going to say was never to be heard, as she was cut off with another question from behind. "She's afraid of us?" Riley asked in a small voice. She looked more upset than Daisy had seen her be in a long time, and Nick, standing beside, had a similar expression. For a moment, "Of course not!" Mary insisted. "She watches your show all the time with Danny. She wouldn't do that if she was scared of you!" "Or maybe she would, if she cared what her brother thought of her." Mortimer pointed out. "The siblings are quite close, you've said so yourself many times before." "Yes, well-" Mortimer cut her off again. "You told me before that her working here was to keep her out of trouble, give her a fun Summer. Had I known that to be a lie, I'd never have agreed to hire her." Mortimer sounded genuinely mad for the first time in years. Mary went to protest, but the Puppet held up a hand to stop her. "I will allow her to continue to work here." He told her. "On the condition that us, she doesn't have to go near. There are plenty of other jobs for her to do. Sound control, editing, writing too." He said to the room at large. "I'll talk to Lydia and have her choose where she can stay. In the mean time, take her and Danny home, you've all had quite a day." "Of course." Mary said, turning to leave, but was stopped by Mortimer. "Oh, and one more thing." He waited until she'd turned back around. "If you ever pull something like this again, your time here with us will come to an end." His tone remained calm, but even Mary could tell his was still angry. So she simply nodded and hurried out of his office, closing the door behind her. Stacy was sitting beside the door, arms on her knees as she stared quietly at the wall. If she had been listening or not, Mary honestly couldn't tell. She thought about saying something, anything, about what had happened. The words "I'm sorry" came to her mind, but she couldn't figure out what to be sorry for. In the end, she simply sighed and gestured towards where the door was. "Come on Stacy. Let's go get your brother and you guys' stuff. We'll talk about this when we get home." She told her. The girl didn't answer, but did stand up and follow her step-mother down the hall. Her hands were shoved in her shorts pockets, and her head was down, but at least she was moving.. 'Tomorrow will be better.' Mary assured herself as they picked Danny up from Lydia. 'I know better now, and Stacy won't have to be around the Puppets. We'll have a nice talk about everything when we get home, and things will be fine. They have to be.'

#hello puppets #htahhq #fanfiction #happy times at handeemen hq #stacy stein #mortimer handee #daisy danger #riley ruckus #nick nack #mary stein

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I Watch a Movie I Should Have Seen: Hocus Pocus

I miss doing these entries. Mostly I miss adding movies to my watched list. Obviously, I’ve never seen Hocus Pocus. That’s why we’re here.

What did I know about Hocus Pocus? I knew there were witches and I knew Bette Midler had fun teeth. And she certainly did!

My thoughts:

We open on Salem in the 1600s following the shadow of a flying witch. The music was straight out of the Danny Elfman playbook but I guess they couldn’t get him so they found an equivalent Ray Parker, Jr. to Elfman’s Huey Lewis. (If you don’t know)

Pink smoke comes out of the chimney of the witch house which means someone’s gender reveal party resulted in a girl! Unfortunately they had to sacrifice a different little girl to find out.

The old-timey boy we meet is wearing a shirt that can only be described as billowy. He should take off like a kite when he runs. Yet somehow when he violently tumbles down a forest hill, none of that very excessive fabric gets caught on anything. Is the fabric even there or are we imagining it?

The witches (Sanderson Sisters) use a book made of human skin and a functioning eyeball. I shall call this book “Columbo.”

It’s very nice of them to put a mill wheel next to the witch house for the boy to climb.

Okay, so Bette Midler has lightning fingers like Emperor Palpatine.

I honestly thought the witches were going to be misunderstood and everyone would win at the end but killing a little girl for her youth and turning the boy into an immortal cat really puts a big wrench in the redemption arc chances.

The townspeople stage a hanging. The witches curse the town that they will return much like Pennywise only scarier.

We fast forward to find out that the opening is a story that is told in a Salem high school class where the kids apparently range in age from 14-28.

A new-to-town California boy (Max) doesn’t buy into all the witch lore. No mention on why his first day of school is Halloween. Parents did not plan that move well.

Max is into Allison, the pretty girl in school that leads with her teeth in every conversation. Did Rami Malek pull some his Freddy Mercury from her?

Max rides his bike home from school at super speed. He is either an exceptional mountain biking improviser or he practiced it the day before to be really ready for school. Probably the latter.

On his shortcut through the cemetery, he runs into two kids, Jay and Ice. Jay seems to be all the bad parts of Bill and Ted combined and Ice seems to be 40.

Jay and Ice take Max’s sneakers because that’s what bullies in the early 90s did. It makes pedaling home slower which may be for the best. He rode his bike too quickly.

Max does not like being here in Salem anymore. We learn this as he angrily takes off his hat, backpack, and jacket.

Max comforts himself by awkwardly hugging and cooing to his pillow pretending it’s Allison. His little sister, Dani, catches the awkwardness, gets on the bed, and simulates being Allison which is normal.

The house appears to have an unlimited number of stairs to climb up to get away in frustration.

Max reluctantly takes his sister trick-or-treating. He has the appropriate level of older brother standoffishness.

Jay and Ice stop the sister asking for her candy. Max gives the candy to the bullies and she tells him he should have been a man and fought them. Again one of them is like 40.

Max makes up with her using a pouty face. Like! A! Man!

They find a rich house that they assume will make them bob for apples. This is a bad idea even in non-pandemic times. Never bob for apples at a stranger’s house. No matter how rich they are. That’s how rich people fatten you up to make you easier to hunt.

Max and Dani let themselves inside and start robbing the place of their Raisinets and O Henry bars. Rich people give out terrible candy.

Turns out the rich house belongs to Allison. They are having a party and everyone there is authentically dressed like royals. They did not get any of these costumes at Spirit Halloween.

Dani tells Allison that she can’t wear Allison’s royal dress because she doesn’t have yabbos and proceeds to tell her that Max loves her yabbos. This girl is outrageous. Or rude. It was a fine line in 1993.

Max asks Allison to take them to the Sanderson Sisters’ house. She tells him she’s going to quickly change out of a dress that must have taken her 45 minutes to get into.

The house is no different than it used to be. The spell book is still there. How have Jay and Ice not stolen anything from it?

Immortal Cat attacks Max when he wants to light the “virgin candle” that will bring back the Sanderson sisters. It’s a great sequence where he says the name of the movie (always important), then pulls a Zippo out of his pocket (which all kids who don’t smoke have), and lights the candle.

It starts things. Hair blows a lot. This is why they had Max be a surfer boy from California. For this hair effect.

This movie cares a lot about someone being a virgin. Even Dani knows what a virgin is. Are they covering this in her second grade class? Do the parents know? What does the PTA think?

The candle makes the Sisters return and they try to keep Dani. Bette Midler uses more of her Star Wars lightning fingers but Allison saves the day.

The cat can talk and the chances of me liking this movie just took a huge hit.

Max steals Columbo, the spell book.

The writers of the movie do the right thing by having the Sisters be scared of everything modern like roads and fire trucks. Nice touch.

The Sisters only have tonight, which adds the right amount of stakes, to get the spell book back. I don’t think I could make it if they had a week or so.

The Sisters raise the dead causing a very reluctant zombie (RZ) to chase after the kids. Most zombies love what they do so this is a fun choice.

Immortal Cat gets run over by a bus but lives because he’s immortal. We needed proof because the 300 years of being a cat was not enough.

Garry Marshall plays a guy dressed as the devil which they play for fun as the Sisters worship him but we can’t gloss over that fact that Fake Devil’s wife is played by his real-life sister, Penny Marshall. It’s not disturbing. They’re acting!

Children steal the Sisters’ brooms which probably won’t matter later.

They find a Halloween party that Max’s parents went to. When Max’s dad meets Allison, he kisses her hand. I am going to do the same to whoever my kid brings home one day. “It’s from Hocus Pocus. That movie’s fun. It’s not weird.”

Bette Midler gets to sing a song. That should satisfy the requirements from her contract. The song puts a spell on the partygoers forcing them to dance until they die. Somehow the kids are immune to it. Can they shut off their ears? Are they also magical?

The kids lure the Sisters into the school incinerator and burn them alive. It’s a strong play. The kids celebrate as if there is not 30 minutes left in the movie.

Immortal Cat, in a time of reflection, brings up his sister and Max says “You really miss her, huh?” He has been trapped as a cat after failing to save his sister’s life 300 years earlier. He misses her. Why not “Hey, do you ever wonder what might have happened if you saved her life?”

Without any explanation, the Sisters are fine. They run into Jay and Ice who insult them. The Sisters cage Jay and Ice and make them hang from the witch house ceiling. The bullies are crying. Maybe they aren’t so tough after all. <High Fives No One>

Allison decides to find a spell to uncat Immortal Cat. She opens Columbo causing it to glow. The glow lures Bette Midler and the Sisters to her. Allison fails to notice the glow but learns that salt can keep them safe.

The Sisters steal the book and Dani when Allison only uses the salt to protect herself. She really took care of number one here.

Now Sarah Jessica Parker gets to sing a real creepy song that summons all the children from the town. It really shows you the power of song. Again, Max and Allison must have turned off their hearing for this.

Max and Allison trick the Sisters into thinking sun is coming early by using a car headlight. It works but I don’t understand why. They had the sun 300 years ago. They know what it looks like. “Is that a person in a brown sweat suit and green hat or a tree?”

While the Sisters are scared of the car headlight, Max steals back his sneakers but doesn’t save the bullies. How does he know he won’t need the bullies to be on his side in the future? Has he not seen every other high school movie?

They drive away and Bette Midler brooms after them. We know how fast Max likes to go so it is impressive Bette Midler can keep up.

Reluctant Zombie shows up and Max pulls a knife on him. So Max has a knife and a zippo. He might be a problem.

They take the final showdown to a cemetery which is an odd choice. Why not a miniature golf course or a TCBY. Were they still around in 1993?

Max brings a bat to a magic fight. Allison still has her salt. “Bats and salt: Working together to inconvenience witches since 1881!”

Max sacrifices himself to save Dani. The sun comes up as Bette Midler is sucking the life out of Max. Just when you think it might be a better sun-impersonating headlight, Bette Midler turns into a statue and explodes. Definitely the sun.

Immortal Cat dies so he can be with his sister. Billowy shirt ghost appears to say thanks with a kiss on Dani’s cheek (so normal) before he runs off with his ghost sister for eternity.

They did it! They saved Salem! Quite a first day for Max..

The movie was fine. I hate talking animals unless they are cartoons so that didn’t help. And why did they care so much about virgins? A friend told me that “virgin” meant “pure of heart.” Well then they should have said “pure of heart.” And if I can suggest, between Max’s predilection for weapons and Allison’s selfishness with the salt, I don’t think they should stop being “pure of heart” with each other. They aren’t a good couple. Going through a traumatic thing like killing summoned witches from the Pilgrim days causes feelings that can’t last.

#i watch a movie i should have seen #hocus pocus #bette midler #scary #halloween #movies #90s movies #sarah jessica parker #kathy najimy #sanderson sisters #funny #comedy #Movie Reviews

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strangerivy · 4 years

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The Beginning - Five

Summary: Scott has a dream about hurting Allison and when they get to school they see his dream may have been reality. Warnings: Swearing | Violent Depictions Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Original Character (Kacy) Genre: 18+ | Fluff Word Count: 3791 Author’s Note: I hope you all had a good first week of the New Year! Thank you for all the wonderful comments on the previous chapters, it’s really nice to hear what you guys think. I do have a tag list for this story so let me know if you want to be added!

|| One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Masterlist ||

I nearly fell out of bed from flailing about when Scott burst into my room collapsing onto my bed on Monday morning. I wiped my eyes sitting up tiredly and slightly annoyed. I dropped my arms on the bed rolling my neck to crack it.

“What?” I grumbled staring down at him, his eyes were wide like he was freaked out by something, this woke me up a bit more sitting up straight folding my legs into me. “What is it?”

“I had a dream,” he muttered sitting up suddenly making me jump back hitting my head on the headboard, I groaned grabbing the back of my head squinting my eyes at Scott completely unaware of my current injury, “I had a dream I hurt Allison,”

“Well, did you kill her?” I yawned getting up from bed heading to the bathroom

“I don’t know, I just woke up,” he looked up at me worried. I sighed giving him a gentle smile.

“It was just a dream Scott,” I scrunched my nose up catching the scent of something that smelt like a rotting animal. I was able to pinpoint it to Scott. “You stink,” I pinched my nose jokingly at him, he grinned grabbing one of my pillows throwing it at me as I laughed going into the bathroom shutting the door to take a shower.

When we got to school, we met up with Stiles and Scott told him about his dream as we walked into the school. The two of them walking on either side of me.

“I was sweating like crazy and it was like I couldn’t breathe; I’ve never had a dream like that before,” Scott admitted as we walked down the hall to our lockers.

“Really? I have. Usually, it ends a little differently,” I smacked Stiles chest in disgust, and he chuckled a goofy grin on his face.

“Gross,” I stated as we continued walking

“A: I meant I never had a dream that felt that real and B: Never give me that much detail about you in bed again.” Scott shook his head probably trying to get the image out of his head.

“Okay, you two are gross. There are in fact, some things I don’t need to know,” I shuttered at the image running through my head of Stiles and his alone time, turning down the hall to my locker leaving them to their boy talk.

When I walked by a window, I looked out noticing a bus with its back door open and bent hanging on barely by its hinges. There were blood marks splattered all over the inside of the bus some in the shapes of handprints and a pool of blood on the bus floor right at the edge of the exit doorway. I could make out what looked to be claw marks on the bus door and inside on the seats.

My mouth dropped as I walked out a door and noticed Scott and Stiles with the same expression as they walked out another door. I walked over to them slowly not being able to take my eyes off the gruesome scene. Cops were around it, taking evidence photos and collecting samples.

“Scott,” I whispered in disbelief, still stunned by the sight in front of me. Stiles leaned over closing my mouth for me and I shook my head trying to pull myself together. The smell of the blood started to take over my sensitive sense of smell and quickly became the only thing I could smell. I covered my nose with my hand trying to dull out the scent.

“I think that the dream you had, happened,” Stiles muttered just loud enough for us to hear. Scott started to hyperventilate grabbing his phone texting Allison repeatedly but not getting any response back. Stiles and I quickly followed behind him trying to calm him down but failing.

“Scott I’m sure she’s fine!” I tried to reason with him, but he wasn’t listening only focused on searching the halls for her. “It could be just a coincidence!” I yelled he turned to face me his face full of panic.

“A coincidence? KAC ARE YOU SERIOUS!” He yelled turning back heading down the hall, I quickly grabbed Stiles by his arm as Scott went around a corner, stopping him.

“I have to get to class, tell me if she’s okay,” I whispered he nodded giving me a silent apology for Scott before going after Scott.

I stared at the clock in my first class bouncing my foot the entire time from my anxiety and impatience. I pulled my phone out periodically staring at the screen waiting for some sort of text from either Scott or Stiles or hell even Allison telling me that Scott didn’t accidentally kill her last night.

This went on for my first three-class and I quickly went to forth sitting down at my desk staring with an intense gaze at the door as kids filed in and I let out a sigh of relief when Allison walked in smiling over at me coming to sit down in the desk next to mine.

“Your brother scared the hell out of me this morning,” She laughed, and my heart picked up a little

“What do you mean?” I asked laughing a little nervously pulling out my books for the class from my backpack. I grabbed my phone sending a quick text to Stiles.

Thanks for letting me know! You ass!

“I ran into him this morning out of nowhere and dropped my books,” she answered I opened my mouth giving a silent ‘oh’ as the teacher started class. The teacher paired us up for an assignment. Allison and I mostly sat in silence as we worked on the assignment exchanging notes here and there. My phone buzzed on the desk I picked up looking at the screen seeing a response from Stiles.

Sorry! We saw the guy who was attacked. Wasn’t a rabbit.

“So uh, has Scott said anything about me?” She asked nervously breaking the silence pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up at her confused raising an eyebrow at her, a small smirk tugging on my lips. I quickly locked my phone setting it back on the desk choosing to ignore Stiles's text and how a rabbit had to do with anything.

“Like what?” I asked playing it off as if I didn’t know what she was talking about. I saw a small blush creep onto her cheeks, I shook my head smiling over at her letting out a soft chuckle “All good things if that’s what you mean.”

“I can just never read what’s going on in that head of his,” She admitted sitting back in her chair, I laughed writing an answer down on my paper.

“Allison,” I looked up at her, “You’re like the first girl he’s ever, well he’s ever done anything with besides me. I’m pretty much the only girl that talks to him.” I said finishing up the worksheet, I glanced over at her and could tell she was deep in thought.

“Hey,” She looked up at me “It’s a good thing, Allison, he really likes you. Just don’t think about it too much, Scotts an honest guy,” I grabbed her hand giving it a squeeze and then the bell rang. I packed up my stuff leaving the room to the lunchroom.

Stiles, Scott and I walked over to our usual table over by the windows after grabbing our food. I sat down next to Stiles so Allison could sit next to Scott.

“Did Scott tell you his crazy idea?” Stiles asked looking over at me. I grabbed a piece of broccoli off my tray eating it.

“No,” I said my mouth full “What is it?”

“He wants Derek to teach him how to be a werewolf.” I looked between him and Scott and shrugged not seeing an issue with it. I had been thinking about it myself. It was better than stumbling in the dark with all this werewolf stuff.

“It’s not a bad idea,” Stiles's mouth opened in disbelief and he looked genuinely offended that I didn’t agree with him.

“Are you two forgetting we put him in jail?” he asked I shook my head setting my fork down

“First off, you two put him in jail. Second, he’s clearly been doing this a lot longer, he might have some good pointers.” I pointed out picking up my fork again eating another piece of broccoli

“Some good pointers? This isn’t some sport Kac,” Stiles said pulling out his phone, I rolled my eyes and then Lydia sat down next to Scott and then some kid that was part of Jackson’s group sat at the head of the table and Danny sat on the other side of Stiles. Mid-bite I looked at Stiles confused, and he had on the same confused expression.

“What are they doing?” I whispered only loud enough for Stiles to hear but knowing Scott would also be able to hear. Stiles was too stunned to care and Scott just shrugged. Jackson came up kicking the kid at the head of the table out. Allison came over sitting down on the other side of Scott and I smiled at her.

“So, I hear they're saying some type of animal attack, probably a cougar?” Danny asked looking over at Jackson, I looked down at my food trying to keep calm.

“I heard a mountain lion,” Jackson responded, I grabbed Stiles orange that he was still trying to peel and peeled it for him handing it back. I heard his phone buzz and he pulled it out.

“A mountain lion is a cougar.” Lydia responded quickly looking over at Jackson “Isn’t it?” she played off, I rolled my eyes at her. Lydia was actually really smart, and you could tell she played it down in front of Jackson.

“Who cares?” Jackson said a bit annoyed

“Maybe some of us with a brain,” I said giving him a fake smile and he narrowed his eyes at me.

“The guy is probably some homeless tweaker who’s going to die anyway,” Jackson spat ignoring my comment, I looked at Stiles's phone as he had a video pulled up.

“Actually, I just found out who it is,” Stiles said turning the video so they could see.

“The sheriff's department will inspect the details of the incident but confirmed that Gurus Myer, did survive the attack. Myers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition.” The newscaster reported

I looked at the photo of the guy and I recognized him, I looked up at Scott and he was looking at me. I pointed at Stiles’s phone.

“Isn’t that our old bus driver?” I asked him

“Yeah, when we used to live with dad,” he answered, my eyes widen and before I could say anything else Lydia spoke up.

“Can we talk about something more fun, please? Like,” I rolled my eyes grabbing my roll ripping a chunk out of it “Oh where are we going tomorrow?”

I nearly choked on my food opening my water bottle taking a sip, Lydia gave me a weird look before turning her attention back to Scott and Allison.

“You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?” She asked leaning over the table to look at Allison. I looked over at Stiles and he was sitting back in his chair annoyed. I took another bite out of my roll a little annoyed and Stiles raising his eyebrow at me in question.

“Um, we were thinking of what we were going to do,” Allison questioned looking at Scott and he looked bewildered. He clearly was not expecting Lydia and Jackson to be coming along. I gently hit Stiles's leg as his eyes went wide, he looked at me confused motioning his hands at them and I shook my head in response. He sighed folding his arms over his chest.

“Well, I’m not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun.” Lydia looked between Scott and Allison waiting for a response.

“Hanging out?” Scott questioned turning to face Allison, I could tell she also was not expecting that either, “Like the fours of us? Do you want to hang out like all of us?” I scoffed and Stiles elbowed me, and I almost choked on my water glaring up at him.

“Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun.” Allison answered with a smile. I scoffed again getting another jab from Stiles, I gave him a look to stop that.

“Yeah Scott sounds fun,” I said sarcastically laughing to myself plopping another piece of bread into my mouth ignoring the glare I got from Lydia.

“How about bowling!” Lydia said excitedly “You love bowling!” Jackson rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, with actual competition.” He answered taking her hand giving it a squeeze.

“How do you know, we aren’t actual competition?” Allison gestured to her in Scott and when I went to answer I received a kick from Scott who shook his head at me.

“You can bowl right?” Allison asked Scott and I could see him start to panic and it was taking everything in me to not start laughing. Scott was a terrible bowler, our mom used to have birthday bowling parties and he hated it but always put on a good face for mom.

“Sort of,” he mumbled out

“Is it sort of? Or yes?” Jackson was starting to get cocky now and push his empty tray aside leaning against the table. Scott sat up a little straighter leaning more towards Jackson.

“Yes,” He responded my eyes widened a bit, you seriously cut the testosterone with a knife at this point. “In fact, I’m a great bowler.” Oh no.

After the final bell rang and school was done for the day, I walked with Scott and Stiles heading towards the student parking lot. I was laughing about Scott in the cafeteria and his newfound skill of being able to bowl.

“Kacy will you stop!” He yelled getting annoyed with me shoving my shoulder. I tried to apologize but couldn’t get the words out just a loud snort was all that came out as I tried to get air into my lung’s tears forming in my eyes.

“You’re a terrible bowler!” Stiles yelled just as panicked as Scott. As we walked down the stairs Stiles grabbed a hold of my arm pulling me down them while trying to keep me standing from me laughing so hard.

“I know!” Scott yelled turning to face us, I stood up straight stopping my laughter after seeing Scott was really upset about this. “I’m such an idiot!”

“Scott that was bad,” I said dragging out the bad.

“It was like watching a car wreck,” Stiles admitted, I winced a little but nodded in agreement. “I mean first it turned into the whole group date thing and then comes that phrase.”

“Hanging out?” Scott questioned turning to Stiles.

“You don’t hang out with hot girls,” He said putting his face in his hands “It’s like death!”

“Stiles don’t be so dramatic!” I said putting my hand on his shoulder he pushed it off looking back at Scott. He was clearly having a moment.

“If it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend.” I rolled my eyes at him “You and Danny can start hanging out.”

“How is this happening,” Scott whined clearly panicked by Stiles's words of wisdom.

“Scott it’s going to be fine!” I reassured “Think of it as a chance to get to know her more. You know, bond.”

“Bond? BOND! Kac!” Stiles freaked out throwing his hands up in the air, I shrugged still seeing nothing wrong with it.

“I either killed a guy or I didn’t and why isn’t this happening to you!” Scott turned pointing over at me and I threw my hands up questioning the same thing myself.

“I don’t think Danny likes me,” I hear Stiles mutter

“I don’t know Scott maybe it’s the stress your feeling. Or the anxiety of it all?” I questioned shrugging my shoulders. It hadn’t crossed my mind why some stuff was happening to him and not me. I made a mental note to check out my room to see if I had a midnight rendezvous last night

“Yeah, I’m feeling stressed Kac! I asked Allison on a date and now we're hanging out!” I sighed dropping my head a little in frustration.

“I’m telling you Scott; it isn’t a bad thing! Girls like to hang out!” I reassured

“Am I unattractive to gay guys?” Stiles asked but Scott and I continued with our conversation ignoring his question

“and now the team captain wants to destroy me,” Scott held out his phone checking the time, “and now I’m going to be late for work.”

“Wait, Scott!” Stiles yelled after him, but he was already out of the building. I patted Stiles's shoulder.

“Am I unattractive to gay guys?” He asked a little concerned, I scoffed shaking my head walking out of the school.

“Wait Kac! Am I?” He yelled after me and I just waved him off getting on my bike to head home. When I got home, I went up to my room to inspect it. I stood in the doorway dropping my bag inside it looking at every corner, but nothing seemed out of place. I sighed grabbing my bag pulling out my homework, I was almost done when Scott got home.

“Did mom let you have the car tomorrow?” I asked him when walked by my door, he stopped turning to come into my room. I looked up at him and he sat down on the bed sighing.

“No,” he answered disappointedly, “I even brought her dinner.”

“Ah she saw right through you, didn’t she?” I joked closing my book leaning back on the pillows. Scott sat up looking at me.

“Do you want to go to Derek’s?” he asked suddenly, I gave him a questioning look.

“Why?” I asked finally after a few minutes of silence. He groaned throwing his hands up not sure himself as to why or if he even should. I stood up slipping my shoes on. “Come on,” I said walking downstairs to our bikes making the decision for him.

We got to Derek’s and a cop was pulling out from the house. We stood at the edge of the property staring up at the half-burnt house. You would think he would find somewhere else to live. Somewhere maybe with a roof? But that’s just me.

“I know you can hear me,” Scott said speaking in a normal voice, I put my hands in pockets eyeing the old abandoned house that appeared to be vacant but it was the faint sound of a heartbeat that let us know Derek was there.

“We need your help,” I said, we walked up to the house onto the deck and the door opened and Derek stepped out onto the porch standing in front of Scott.

“I know I was part of getting you arrested and announced you here to the hunters and I don’t know what happened to your sister, but I think I did something last night,” Scott admitted, Derek looked between Scott and me. Holding his gaze on me, my body tensed up the hair on my arms standing up.

“And you didn’t?” He asked me curiously, I shook my head no and he raised his brow in question.

“Should I have?” I asked not understanding what he was getting at, he nodded his head.

“Yeah, you should have,” He answered, I frowned not liking that answer. Was something wrong with me? Why was all this bad stuff happening to Scott and not me? My eyes widened a little, but I tried to stay calm.

“I had a dream about someone, but someone else got hurt and it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened.” Scott sounded defeated while telling the story to Derek. I stepped closer to Scott.

“You think you attacked the driver?” Derek asked staring at Scott very intensely.

“Did you see what I did last night?” Scott asked abruptly.

“No,” Derek said plainly, I looked at him confused.

“Derek, what are you getting at here?” I asked crossing my arms

“Just tell me the truth, am I-are we going to hurt someone?” Derek glanced over at me and then back to Scott.

“Yes,” I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in.

“Kill someone?” I asked barely above a whisper looking at Derek directly in the eyes. He seemed hesitant to answer me.

“Probably,” He finally answered, my body began to heat up from annoyance to anger. I mean what did this guy know. He doesn’t know Scott and me.

“You know, what do you know Derek!” I spat angrily at him I turned to walk away but Scott grabbed my arm stopping me. I followed his gaze to my fingertips noticing the claws. Dammit.

“Look,” Derek sighed moving closer to us, we looked up at him defeated and he knew it. “I can show you how to remember. I can show you both how to control the shift, even on a full moon. But it’s not going to come for free.” He finally said I scoffed shaking my head.

“Of course, it isn’t,” I grumbled kicking a rock off the porch, I felt my phone vibrate and I looked at the screen and Stiles's name appeared on it. I shoved it back in my pocket choosing to read it later.

“What do you want?” Scott asked not looking up at Derek, I imagine Scott and I both had the same expression. Fear coursing through us at what Derek was saying.

“You’ll find out,” He glanced over at me and I looked away staring out in the forest. “But for now, I’m going to give you what you want. Go back to the bus, go inside. See it, feel it. Let your sense, remember for you.”

“That’s it? Just go back?” Scott asked disbelief in his voice we both looked back up at Derek.

“Do you want to know what happens?” He asked us, Scott looked over at me and then back at Derek.

“I just want to know if I hurt him,” Derek shook his head with a smirk.

“No, you don’t, you just want to know if you’ll hurt her or if you’ll hurt him.” Derek’s gaze landed on me and I quickly looked away, Scott looked over at me, but I kept my gaze at the floor focusing on my heart trying to keep it at a steady pace.

“Let’s go,” I muttered hoping off the deck going over to the bikes.

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First, I hope you’re enjoying your game. One of my friends posted about how she’d just gotten her copy of it, and her husband’s response was basically “so, I’ll just bring you food occasionally and see you in a few days?" Also, I hope you’re feeling better. And man you are KILLING ME with these previews. Oh god, Peter, what are you planning now? How bad is this gonna hurt and for how long? (Don’t answer that, I’m afraid to know. XD )

I think all those Hogwarts Houses are excellent choices. I always think it’s fun to see how people sort various characters, because I rarely have any that I feel are firmly one House (maybe it’s because I’m a proud HuffleClaw, myself, doomed to waffle between Houses every time I take a quiz or read an analysis on the subject.) Side not - can you imagine the furor that would have occurred about a Slytherin and a Gryffindor hooking up in Fourth Year (I think?), and then pulling an innocent little Hufflepuff transfer under their spell? Would any of them have played Quidditch? (Peter I feel definitely played, though I can’t decide what position. Undecided on the other two.)

Poor Peter, having to behave himself. Although debatably as long as he kept the fangs put away it wouldn’t necessarily be a risk, though I can see him being worried anyway. That’s why he needs to find someone to spin his fur into yarn he can then make them scarves/gloves/sweaters/etc with. And why he’s so into the clothes sharing. Anything to get his scent on them as thoroughly as possible.

And I am so here for PTA Dad Peter. Helping out at school functions so he can keep an eye on the younger kids. Building new, supportive relationships with his older kids, helping them with college applications and essays, making up lists of stuff they’ll need for dorm rooms, finding apartments if any are going to the same or nearby schools and can share, making sure they all have pictures and mementos to help combat homesickness. And now I’m thinking about the memory quilt again. Goddammit I don’t want to make myself cry. Again. "Imagine Peter hearing their heartbeats for the first time." Oh nevermind, I see you’ll do it for me. Ugh, my feels. Peter shifting to his wolf form and curling protectively around them all the time, head pressed up to their abdomen so that he can listen and scent at maximum effectiveness. Them just gently stroking through his fur until one or both fall asleep. (Also, how quickly do the other wolves in the family pick up on the changes in scent? How do they react? How do the older kids react to the idea of more siblings in general?)

And you know that whichever one wasn’t the one pregnant at the time would be super protective at the time, then turn around and insist they were fine and that the others were worrying unnecessarily when they were the one pregnant. (Also, glad your brother was okay!) I also like that it apparently took them nearly 20 years to learn about planning for this sort of thing. I know you’ve mentioned Peter and Chris being the ones that do the stupid thing next chapter (or something to that effect), but really I feel the biggest moment of "what the hell, guys?” is Noah getting knocked up just two months after Chris. It’s like, you guys had a huge, in your face, live example of why protection is important, and yet… I’m also just going to assume that they have at least a king size bed to accommodate that many people, even if many of them are tiny people, and none of them mind piling. That’s still a lot of bodies cramming into one bed. (That much room would also come in very handy for…other reasons, which is why I feel certain Peter would insist upon it.)

Also, omg, I was not expecting to be attacked by those pictures like that. Tag your porn, dude XD . But really, can you imagine the poor, unsuspecting college friends their kids bring home for visits getting a triple barrel of that with no warning? Like they’ve just seen the goofy, weird pics that they have on their phone/on their walls. They were not prepared for the sheer DILF power of that household live and in person. But then, is anyone, really?

Loving all the names. I actually know a guy named John who has a son named Jackson, so that one was particularly amusing to me. I also noticed that none of the kids have been named after anyone in Noah’s family, at least so far. And don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting to have those spoiled yet, though I’m happy to know you liked some of my suggestions :D . Now if I could just remember which all ones I went with… Didn’t really think to put it in anywhere, but for some reason I’ve always liked Alexander as a middle name for Peter, though I remain undecided on the other two.

And yes, loving the idea of more family cosplay. Oh god, they would never get ANYWHERE at a con because they’d be getting stopped every 3 feet for pictures. For Star Trek, I feel like they’d do groupings from assorted series and versions. Chris, Peter, and Noah are totally OS Spock, Kirk, and Bones (Peter with strategically torn shirt, of course). I think Melissa would be their Uhura, and Natalie would be Yeoman Rand (she wants to see if she can fake the hairstyle), because I dare anyone to tell them they can’t pull off dresses that short. Since he has sword training from his hunter background, Melissa makes Julio be their Sulu. Boyd, Derek, and Jordan would be Picard, Riker, and Data (Derek would totally figure out how to do that weird way Riker sits down, too.) After much debate, I feel Stiles would be Kirk from the recent films (NuTrek, or whatever they call it), Jackson would be Spock, and Malia would be Bones. I think Lydia would make an excellent Uhura for them, as well. Scott would be Scotty because he can remember to answer to it, and it gives him an excuse to do a TERRIBLE fake accent. I’m leaning towards Isaac for their Chekov, but beyond that can’t think what to do with everybody else, I’m not familiar enough with the different tv shows.

Marvel we’ve talked about some. DC I have a few random ideas. I always thought it would be funny to see Peter, Derek, Jackson, and Liam do the assorted Robins. While I feel Peter is DEFINITELY more of a Jason personality wise, I think he’d be far more comfortable in Dick’s costume that Derek would be, and if Derek was Jason the heights would line up better. Jackson would be Tim, and Liam would be Damian (because who else would play DC’s tiny and angry than TW’s tiny and angry?) Also, don’t overlook the fun and variety of villains DC offers. The last group costume I did was a cross between Bill & Ted and assorted Bat-villains. We called it Bruce & Dick’s Excellent Adventure, and even photoshopped a sign to carry to help people get it. Among our line-up was Cleo-Catra, Ivybeth the First, The Poison Queen, Harley Antoinette, Joker Napoleon, Freud Nygma, and Bane-thoven. (I really need to do something with the various pieces of my costume someday.) I know there are several girls in the Bat-fam now, too, depending on who all wants to be a part of it, or if they want to skew more Justice League/Teen Titans/Young Justice.

Oh man, Disney. So many options. I feel like Lydia and Allison as Ariel and Prince Eric is a given. I also like the idea of Kira and Malia as Belle and the Beast, partially because of Malia’s issues about having to hide her nature, and also because I think she could absolutely rock that suit. Ben could join them as Chip. (Stiles would actually make an excellent Belle, but I feel that might just get weird.) I can see Danny helping Erica rig up a Sleeping Beauty dress with strands of LEDs that keep shifting from pink to blue to green so the dress keeps appearing to change color (it’s a massive hit.) I don’t know why, but I really want Stiles and Jackson as Elsa and Anna for some reason. Scott can join them as either Kristoff or Olaf, depending on the mood he’s in. Can’t quite decide for the other pack kids. Since the theme is nominally just fairy tales, I think the dads could just opt for a classier, fancier version of their Red Riding Hood looks. Maybe go for a steampunk edge or something (I would have included links here, but Google was not my friend today and I couldn’t find quite what I wanted.) Rich velvets and wools in vivid scarlet and forest-y greens, black and deep brown leather and suede, lots of polished buttons and buckles, loose cotton shirts unlaced at the throat. Mmm, yes. And Peter could have one of those super fancy Victorian type nightgowns with the long sleeves and high necks made out of super soft and fine materials. Instead of getting some kind of mask to wear, he’d just do his partial/beta/whatever you want to call it shift and let them add extra fur on with makeup to blend it in. Everyone just thinks it’s amazing effects work. He does opt for some cute wolf paw slippers since cons tend to get snotty about people going around barefoot. (Applying and removing the fur is also how they learn his ears are particularly…sensitive…to a delicate touch in that form.)

Lord of the Rings. Yes. Like, I can’t figure out who or any real details right now but. Just. Yes.

I feel like some years they enter the costume contest and some they don’t, just depending on their moods. (They totally take the Jurassic Park group to a con and people adore it. It makes for great skits.)

Random bonus thought for the day concerns dancing. I was thinking about the whole drag queen thing, and whether Jungle was around in the 90s, and it sort of segued into what types of dancers they are. I feel like Peter is a very good dancer. Not quite competition level, maybe, but very skilled, nonetheless. Like Malia, he’s just very comfortable in himself, in all forms, which helps with spatial and bodily awareness, in addition to his natural grace and balance. I also feel he’s the most likely to have taken, like, ballroom lessons or similar as a kid, maybe at a parent or grandparent’s insistence. With Noah I keep thinking about the various videos I’ve seen of Dylan dancing both outside of TW and as Stiles, and I feel his dad would have a very similar style of awkward disaster from the chest up, undulations worthy of a harem girl from the waist down (those Stilinski boys tend to leave a lot of confused boners in their wake.) In Noah’s case, settling into his frame after that last growth spurt and learning self-defense/martial arts helped smooth most of the awkward out, but it resurfaces every so often. Chris I think would be the least likely to dance, just because I feel his background would make him very self-conscious about it, whether he wants to feel that way or not. He’ll dance if it’s just the three of them or just family, or for a slow dance, but that’s normally it. However, if he’s drunk enough, or if Noah or Peter have dragged him into a dark corner to makeout for a while and gotten him all distracted and relaxed, he can be pursued out onto the floor to show off some actually pretty sweet moves once he lets go.

Anyway, gonna try and wrap this up, because I just realized it’s way later than I realized, and I should try and get some sleep at some point. Enjoy your game, I hope it’s epic!

When this little paragraph made me realize I had a gaping plot hole in this chapter and I got to go back to fix it. My god my friend, you are a lifesaver!

I also like that it apparently took them nearly 20 years to learn about planning for this sort of thing. I know you’ve mentioned Peter and Chris being the ones that do the stupid thing next chapter (or something to that effect), but really I feel the biggest moment of "what the hell, guys?” is Noah getting knocked up just two months after Chris. It’s like, you guys had a huge, in your face, live example of why protection is important, and yet…

Because oh yeah I wanted to make it canon that wolves can detect a heartbeat of the embryo at 4-5 weeks. Which is about a week after the heart starts beating. And oh yeah, Chris is two months along by the time Noah gets pregnant... shit. I wrote something else in that flashback.

And now I got to fix that, so cheers!

I also finished writing my chapter today! Yay! All glorious 13K of it. And I’ll be editing and posting tomorrow (or technically later today as it is past midnight.) Oh, I’m so excited, I’m so excited to see what you think!

As for the game, my god it is awesome!!! I played a few hours today but my heart raced so much I had to pause after two hours because I was getting dizzy because of my heart. But it’s a great game so far, very accessible and it just draws me in completely. It’s so good.

Definitely what I needed after my day at work.

hehehe I’m happy to see my previews and writing and getting emotions, it sounds so bad, but that makes me smile because it’s getting the desired response and that’s awesome.

“Cue Lego Movie music”

can you imagine the furor that would have occurred about a Slytherin and a Gryffindor hooking up in Fourth Year (I think?), and then pulling an innocent little Hufflepuff transfer under their spell? Would any of them have played Quidditch? (Peter I feel definitely played, though I can’t decide what position. Undecided on the other two.)

I think Peter would’ve been a chaser or beater, somehow those seem to fit him well. Noah played but he was a keeper. (which would be funny if Peter was a chaser since they would get to battle lover’s disputes on the quidditch pitch) Chris I feel wouldn’t play quidditch, he’s too busy trying to keep track of his studies and really just likes to watch the sport but not participate. I think he’d be more into care of magical creatures and defends against the dark arts than any kind of sport. Though he does join and excel at the dueling club.

And the scandal of Peter and Noah dating from fourth year on would be massive, people can barely wrap their heads around it. But they’re happy and they’re just doing their own thing. And they don’t pay attention to anyone else but what they think and what Chris thinks of them.

Peter shifting to his wolf form and curling protectively around them all the time, head pressed up to their abdomen so that he can listen and scent at maximum effectiveness. Them just gently stroking through his fur until one or both fall asleep. (Also, how quickly do the other wolves in the family pick up on the changes in scent? How do they react? How do the older kids react to the idea of more siblings in general?)

<3 <3 it’s honestly an adorable image. The twins are very active when dad’s curled up around them, knowing just where to kick so Peter’s wakes up by a foot to the face. Though he doesn’t mind and just nudges back gently, letting out a low grumbling noise or whine that he knows the babies can hear in utero. As for how quickly, it depends on whether or not they smelled it before. Jackson, Ben, or Scott wouldn’t pick up on it. They weren’t wolves around pregnancies before. Malia and Derek catch on quickly though. They start noticing the scent change at around 5-6 weeks and hear the little heartbeats of the new family members.

Malia is moderately excited, she’s a little worried about her dad and how he will handle pregnancy at his age. (Although he’s like 35 when he gets pregnant, that counts as a geriatric pregnancy, dad... I’m worried.)

Stiles just flips between the two of extreme worry where he read up on pre-eclampsia and other pregnancy complications and birth complications and omg what if that happens. But he’s also so so excited because omg he’s finally gonna be an older brother!!

(He knows he’s Ben’s older brother, and he adores the tyke, but it’s different when you have a pregnancy close instead of a five-year-old sibling from one day to another.)

Jackson is pouty and a bit grumpy. He feels like he’s losing baby status in the family more and more and he doesn’t know how to deal. (Ben was a bit difficult to get used to for him but Chris handled it well by setting time aside for his baby Jackson. It helped. But now he’s a teen and there’s going to be two more babies and he’s- he doesn’t know how to feel. When Chris breaks the news he wants to have another baby he’s even more torn but he does come around, deciding that he will always be the baby of the family, even when he’s not.

It’s a good compromise. And the three parents set some time for each of their kids so everyone gets attention.

Allison handles it the best out of the teens, she’s very excited for all of them and immediately to volunteers helping with decorating the new nursery. She paints a few awesome looking murals of Winnie the Pooh or Bambi or some other cutesy Disney animals (Or maybe even a space/star wars or a fairy tale ala Fables theme?) and just goes all out. She also convinces Malia to quilt a blanket for the new baby and helps her knit a few cute hats. She’s just extremely excited and happy.

Ben is very happy too, he’s finally not the youngest anymore and he’s happy to be an older brother. He also finds it fascinating to learn how pregnancy works and how those babies got in there in the first place. They let him tell them how it works and explain some basic details, sperm, egg, you need both to have a baby and the baby grows in pops and papa’s belly. But they leave out any details that Ben doesn’t figure out or doesn’t ask about to keep it more age-appropriate for him.

Though Ben’s smart and he figures out a lot on his own. Noah and Peter are honestly impressed by Ben’s deductive skills. They knew Jackson and Stiles had them, but they hadn’t expected Ben to show them too. He’s a quiet observer.

They were not prepared for the sheer DILF power of that household live and in person. But then, is anyone, really?

Honestly, I don’t think anyone is. Nobody can resist the sheer DILF power.

Since the theme is nominally just fairy tales, I think the dads could just opt for a classier, fancier version of their Red Riding Hood looks. Maybe go for a steampunk edge or something (I would have included links here, but Google was not my friend today and I couldn’t find quite what I wanted.) Rich velvets and wools in vivid scarlet and forest-y greens, black and deep brown leather and suede, lots of polished buttons and buckles, loose cotton shirts unlaced at the throat. Mmm, yes. And Peter could have one of those super fancy Victorian type nightgowns with the long sleeves and high necks made out of super soft and fine materials. Instead of getting some kind of mask to wear, he’d just do his partial/beta/whatever you want to call it shift and let them add extra fur on with makeup to blend it in. Everyone just thinks it’s amazing effects work. He does opt for some cute wolf paw slippers since cons tend to get snotty about people going around barefoot. (Applying and removing the fur is also how they learn his ears are particularly…sensitive…to a delicate touch in that form.)

I- this whole thing? yes. Headcanon accepted because it is that good. I can literally just see them going in steampunk hunter, red riding hood and the wolf. thank you for putting that image in my mind XD

I feel like Peter is a very good dancer. Not quite competition level, maybe, but very skilled, nonetheless. Like Malia, he’s just very comfortable in himself, in all forms, which helps with spatial and bodily awareness, in addition to his natural grace and balance. I also feel he’s the most likely to have taken, like, ballroom lessons or similar as a kid, maybe at a parent or grandparent’s insistence. With Noah I keep thinking about the various videos I’ve seen of Dylan dancing both outside of TW and as Stiles, and I feel his dad would have a very similar style of awkward disaster from the chest up, undulations worthy of a harem girl from the waist down (those Stilinski boys tend to leave a lot of confused boners in their wake.) In Noah’s case, settling into his frame after that last growth spurt and learning self-defense/martial arts helped smooth most of the awkward out, but it resurfaces every so often. Chris I think would be the least likely to dance, just because I feel his background would make him very self-conscious about it, whether he wants to feel that way or not. He’ll dance if it’s just the three of them or just family, or for a slow dance, but that’s normally it. However, if he’s drunk enough, or if Noah or Peter have dragged him into a dark corner to makeout for a while and gotten him all distracted and relaxed, he can be pursued out onto the floor to show off some actually pretty sweet moves once he lets go.

Malia definitely inherited Peter’s dancing skills, I like to think Jackson did as well. Those three are the best dancers in the family. They just move with natural ease.

Allison is a decent dancer, her gymnastics training really helps but she’s not as fluent as her brother, sister, or dad.

I feel like Noah and Stiles have awkward flailing down to a T but every once in awhile there’s a hip movement worthy of a fucking professional dancer and it’s very confusing. But yeah, totally agree with that assessment of them.

Chris isn’t much of a dancer and neither is Ben. Both of them are very self-conscious. Chris gets better when he’s drunk because he let’s go of insecurity but even then it’s not great. He just doesn’t dance, it’s not his thing. Although he was a very good grinding and hip rotation move. He’s also pretty good at jump style once he lets himself go and just turns his mind off. but the rhythmic jumping just feels natural to him. He also likes to slow dance since he can just bury his face in Noah’s shoulder or nuzzle Peter’s cheek and just forget about everything else.

Also, I like to think they all love to sing. Chris’s voice is best suited for country I feel like. Noah’s more for singer-songwriter. And Peter just loves singing pop songs and he knows how to hit some high notes.

And now I am going to bed because It’s almost three am XD And I need some sleeps. Thankfully I have the day off this sunday.

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