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diejager · 1 year ago

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Hallo! Truly loved the MonsterAU stories! Wonderful, amazing writing!

Would it be possible for you to write: what if human!reader was turned into a chimera?

Akin to this:

Feel free to ignore!

Chimæra

Pairing: Monster 141 x Chimera!reader

Cw: science experiment, human torture, human testing, gore?, blood, canon-typical violence, unethical human experiments, kidnapping, child abuse, malnutrition, child neglect, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 3.6k (A/N): credit to @bluegiragi’s monster 141 designs.

They were tipped off by an anonymous source that some shady and highly illegal things were being done in a small and remote town near the border of Belarus, their ongoings unknown to both the government and public of their country, but someone had given Laswell a file containing all the horrific tests conducted within the closed walls of the innocuous-looking compound —a laboratory dressed as a simple military base. The folder held snapshots of emails and files sent between scientists and researchers, small indications of what was being done to both humans and monsters, yet withholding important intel about certain things. It disclosed the location, the names and faces of every worker and leading figure in the compound, the number of security and their schedules, and what was done, but not what was truly happening, it left small clues, sublet words here and there with hidden meanings —never clear images, blurry ones as if the person was in a rush.

Despite not having clear indications of the illegal activities, Laswell had enough to have 141 sent to take it down, to bring the dehumanising lab to its ground and burn it down. She didn’t have trouble convincing them, it was telling enough to let them read the condensed files for them to read, to see themselves the monstrosity being done to children and monsters they took, kidnapped from around the world to be left at the deceitful hands of crazed scientists. There wasn’t much to be found outside it, the base wore the facade of a benevolent patron, bearing the crest of kindhearted investors wanting to rebuild rundown houses and reconstruct rough and broken roads and paved streets in the town they took to hide. It worked for the most part, they profited from this by acting without raising any suspicion from anyone, neither the authorities nor the people.

“Christ,” Gaz swore, looking down at the words in the file he received, the teased truth and the dreadful treatments through a thick layer of secrets and subtle wording, the only clear intel was from the straightforward emails sent to and from researchers and the heads of the facility, unabashed and shameless bragging of their success and the narrative to which these subjects could be used. “Why did it take so long?”

A recurrent theme of these was about a certain subject, it was about C34, spoken with such pride and joy about their creation, the work of the new world and the future made within these walls. Most emails were the exchanges between them about C34’s training, the ongoing treatments and every successful mission and exercises, they spoke of C34 as if they were a dog, a rabid mutt they captured and took on the task of domesticating it. It was demeaning, degrading and cruel, to look at another being as something lower, something needing domestication —it went against every rule and law put in place to protect humanity, the many conventions sworn to protect the goodwill and security of the innocents.

“We’ve had our suspicions before,” Laswell sighed, the images of the screen switching with the small click of her control, laser pointing at the images of various weapons cache and illegally procured weapons. “There was a slip up in the shipping, it was dropped here-” she motioned to a circled area in the map, a closeup of a secluded road near the town, “and we were able to retrace it to the facility. We needed more intel about the facility before acting and we needed to know what we're facing here, if we should send a team or send you.”

“What now?” Price tilted his head back, smoke leaving the sides of his frown, a deep and unpleasant one. He couldn’t even look at the intel given with a straight face, the shadowed truth of cruelty and dehumanising acts done by humans. “Figured you send us after seeing this, Laswell?”

Laswell nodded, jumping to another slide, showing blurred images of subject C34, a blurry figure, tall and imposing in every way possible. They stood high, stature seemingly one belonging to a monster or hybrid: on four legs and the wide, familiar shape of wings, everything about C34 cried monster. Perhaps one they captured as a child, taken from their mother and kept in this cell. There were many pictures of this one, blurry and disfigured, but others had smaller shapes, the size of children with various characteristics.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus!” Soap spat, disgust dripping from his tone in waves, unending as were the other’s curses, each holding their level of horror and repugnance. His face was wound tight, brows dipped lowly and lips pursed, he balled his fists, anger rising within him with every image he saw, the deplorable conditions and the care given to the monsters —what could they even expect from this shady company engineering monster and human DNA to fit their preferred narrative, for money, for reputation, for strength. “We ‘ave tae do somethin’ about this, Price!”

Soap - Johnny - had always been the more emotional one, letting his good heart lead his decisions when the situation seemed to fit it. His wolf made him more susceptible to emotional attachment, a pack mentality driven deeply into his mind and heart, he was viciously loyal and wore his heart on his sleeve, uncaring of how he’d be hurt by a betrayal, he simply saw the best in the world, something many couldn’t after a while, but Soap could, Johnny was a good man at heart. That’s why he reacted the most out of everyone, voicing his distaste and hate, his need for revenge and the sanctity of the lives being stolen in the facility.

Soap pushed Price to agree, seeing no reason not to lead the breach, to uncover everything done to innocent lives. His eyes connected to the man hidden in the darkness, his blue eyes gleaming with fierce justice, a contrast to the wraith who lay in silence, abhorrent and seething quietness. Ghost peered at him, head tilted up with white pupils darkened by black eyes, death layering off him with calmness. He gave Soap a curt nod, affirmation for him to continue to voice his mind, to help those in need.

“Seems like it’s been decided, Kate,” Price gave her a lopsided smirk, amber eyes narrowed with what could be read as anger, teeth sinking into the girth of his cigar, ash falling. “When are we going?”

Her lips parted in a proud grin, eyes gleaming with something dark and wrathful. She leaned on the table, head held high and shoulder broad while she flicked off the projector:

“Wheels up at 1500 tomorrow.”

You stared down the man before you, watching him tremble under your cold gaze, steps hesitant to approach you despite being seated, body prone on the hard floor you called a bed. He was new, possibly recently employed and his boss - or his direct manager - played a dirty game with him. It was some kind of rite of passage for every new employee courageous enough to accept their recruitment, all bright-eyed geniuses wanting to build their place on earth with forthgoing discovery, desperate and narcissistic; yet they were so easily tricked into you cage, locked in by cackling and grinning guards and coworkers.

He smelled young, fresh-faced and a bit nervous, most were when they first saw you. You remembered everyone who walked in, the smell of fear and anxiety, the disgusting scent oozing off their bodies, rotten and putrid like a rotting corpse. You would’ve gagged and choked if you weren’t used to it, having grown close to the smell of death, calling the reaper your friend. You weren’t bothered by him, only the cart he was wheeling over, a big and heavy cooler that smelled fresh. He was made to bring you food by his boss, a cruel joke played on every new scientist who was always so eager to meet you before cowering in terror once the lock clicked.

Standing before your third cage, he unlocked the small hatch and, with effort and a loud grunt, pushed the cooler into the hole, big enough for a big cooler but small enough to fit your arm through it. You waited until he stumbled away, distancing him from you before reaching for the container, it was light, weighing little in your palm. They fed you raw meat, sometimes buying the fresh catch of a Belarus hunter, usually an elk or a wild boar, but if they were lucky, a bison or a bear, other times they would have conserved meat shipped from outside the town, bigger cities or outside the border.

Today was an elk, the meat cold and free of rot, it smelled as good as a fresh kill did, bloody and heady. You ripped into it without care, tuning out the loud retch from the scientist as you gorged on your meal, claws tearing it in half and biting into the bloody meat. Blood rolled down your lip, painting your cheeks crimson and staining the cream-coloured rag they considered a shirt. It would be changed after your meal, as it always was. Despite the elk weighing around six hundred kilograms, you finished it quickly, with pointed teeth cutting and pulling flaps of meat and ligament, blood spraying and dirtying the metal ground near the hatch.

It was filling, albeit cold. You cleaned your hands of blood, licking it off like a grooming cat, tongue laving over the sharp edge of your claw and under your blunt fingernails. You peered at him from under your lashes, eyes gleaming in the darkness. You watched - pleased with yourself - him shudder, face growing green with unnerve at your show. You knew he was desperate to leave, to get a breath of fresh air outside of your cell, you understood his fear and wanted him to suffer for helping your owner, the man watching over your training, but you wanted him gone before he emptied his stomach on your floor. So you pushed the cooler out, clawed arm breaching past the hatch to leave it farther from your cage.

He left hastily, legs shaky and face pale.

“I want a bison next time,” you growled, words rolling off your tongue huskily from its rare use.

It looked as inconspicuous through the NVGs as it did in the pictures, a few grey buildings built lowly to hide an immense labyrinth dug into the ground, secret passages crossing unending halls with locked doors and tipped with surveillance cameras to watch over the whole facility. They studied the very walls that made this place a secret fortress, from the body to its heart, like mounting a brigade against a castle, Laswell’s team found the few hidden entrances that connected to the lesser-used passages, winding through many hallways and wide vents, big enough for humans but too tight for monsters the size of C34. Task Force 141 led the mission, infiltrating the base under the darkness of night where they could crawl and slink through shadows to catch what they hunted. They were joined by Marines, all experienced and skillful, wearing scars like a badge of honour. It would either be a quick in and out, or a long and strenuous infiltration.

Price took Gaz and led half of the Marines through the west, breaching the lab from above. They pushed in steadily, relaying information and physical cues to Watcher - Laswell - with a body cam recording everything they saw, the facade they wore above ground, hiding their dark enterprise. Ghost, as usual, has Soap watch his six, following closely behind him with puppy-like loyalty and the other half of the Marines. Team Two’s - Delta - mission started through the underground passage they sniffed out, a long and unwinding hall that went straight through the heart of the facility. Ghost’s team went dark, needing the cover of silence to stay hidden in a highly protected area of the base to run this clandestine mission. They spoke only when needing to, to make calls, to reaffirm intel or to let both Bravo and Watcher know a change, the tech team in the temporary safe house a few miles away from the compound watched through the cams, from the subtle change in the air to a jarring lead to what was happening.

While Price and Gaz worked on creating a distraction, taking a load off team Delta’s shoulders, they could work through the system faster and more efficiently with the fire taken off their backs and front. It was controlled chaos for both teams, creating a mass discordance within the enemy lines: panicked higher-ups at the sudden attack, while they had a small squad of personal soldiers, they were unprepared, taken by surprise by both teams attacking on two fronts; and confused mercenaries, their quiet and boring schedules made them lose the edge of suspicion, of wariness towards what awaited them and the sheltered job with little to no action apart from a few failed escape attempts by the subjects.

“Delta 0-1 moving in,” Ghost mumbled into the coms, his team following him closely, rifle held tightly with the muzzle pointed forward as they crossed the threshold of section C, heading towards the one holding the monster subjects.

They left behind them groups of bodies, slumped over the walls or limp on the ground, blood painting the sterilised and glossy walls, turning the once white hall into a grotesque place, dead bodies covering the length of the corridor like the ones they walked through before, leaving the stench of death that even the Marines could sniff out. It wasn’t clean - they weren’t aiming for it to be clean - but they wouldn’t need it to be clean when the Laswell would send a clean-up team to deal with this, Ghost would steal a bite before they arrived, quenching his hunger for revenge with them.

A few guards stayed to watch over the cells, doors unlocked by a keycard that most guards kept in their back pocket, Ghost would have to take one off a dead body. Under Ghost’s cover, Soap dashed to the other side of the hall, taking a few with him to corner the mercenaries, boxing them into a closed hallway until they all died. Despite a few of the Marines taking shots, bruising the skin under their plate, black and blue blossoming like a bloody flower under the thin layer of skin, they kept their heads high and minds clear, moving forward without a misstep or hesitation. Soap swiped a few cards from the bodies, throwing one to Ghost.

“Delta 0-1 to Watcher, can you hear me?”

“Solid copy, Ghost,” Laswell voice rang out clearly, reaching his ears in seconds.

“We found the cells,” his eyes roved over them, white paint over thick, cement walls to hold whatever they locked into the cells, perhaps the children the saw or the big one, C34.

“Do you have the keycards?”

“Affirm,” Ghost growled slowly, hearing Laswell's confirmation to continue. “Going in.”

He tapped the pad, a loud beep ringing in their ears as the lock’s mechanism creaked to life, unlatching from its metal hold to let them in. Both he and Soap walked in, leaving the others to watch their backs while they surveyed the first room. It was dimly lit as it was bare of any decorations apart from a visible toilet, a small sink and a few metal beds. It looked like any usual cells they came across, made barren and empty of anything useful to prevent the prisoners from escaping or causing a ruckus, but the people they kept in these cells were children. Soap swore under his breath at the sight of children huddled together, seemingly no older than 12, he lowered his rifle. They were backed into a corner, three older kids holding a younger one in their arms, protecting her from them, from whoever meant to harm these children.

They looked malnourished, left to slowly rot in these cement boxes until the scientist found something worthwhile in them, their cheeks sunken in, eyes droopy and swollen with bruises - they were beaten, it made something ugly rear its head inside Ghost dead heart - and lips dried. One was armless, having wings that they used to cover both of their cellmates, naked with only feathers covering their body, this one looked more like a harpy than it did human. The two others had arms, both having the lower half of a mammal, neither of them was sure which four-legged mammal it was, but one had a pair of wings, while the other’s back was bare of anything.

“We’ve found the children.”

You could hear the chaos from your cell, the blaring alarm and the smell of death. The building shook from its foundation, vibration emanating from both the ground floor and the basement, just farther from your hall, the closed and sectioned-off area. They separated you from the defective ones, all your young mistakes they made after achieving success —you. They tried to recreate it, but it never came out how they wanted it. Maybe it was a mistake on their part or maybe it was the lack of a certain gene in their DNA, a subtle difference that you and the rest had. You didn’t want to know and you didn’t want them to succeed a second time, it was painful, the shift, the tests and the change, the storm of pain, terror and confusion weren’t worth this power.

You could hear the booming sound of gunfire, a loud ricochet of the bullet when the nitrocellulose sparked and sent the bullet outwards, finding its destination in the warm flesh of human guards. You usually enjoyed this kind of chaos if you knew what started it, and laughed when something caused trouble for your captors, but you were cautious of this one. You neither knew who thought to disturb the peace nor did you know who was behind this, their scents strange and the sound of steps unknown. All you knew was that their steps were heavy, out of breath but pushing their way into - what you thought to be - section C. The place they kept the young and willful.

You might be blinded by your cell, but the guards outside your confinement knew how to talk, their chatter and barking orders loud enough for you to hear through the thick walls. From them, you knew they were strangers, unknown players on your board of pawns. You didn’t know their goal, whether they were here to let you out or keep you in a cage of their making, but you knew they were a gamble on your fate. As the noise got closer, you sat down, crossed your paws and waited, cautiously awaiting to see what your verdict would be.

Strangely enough, there was a different section, separated from the other one by many gates and stricter security, but they were able to break through it. Security was concentrated in one hall as if the monster they locked at the end of this hallway was of big importance. It had higher security, stronger and thicker. Ghost wondered if it was to keep the monster in or keep people out, either way, this meant that they found the thing they first came here for: the trained and dangerous subject C34.

Ghost was apprehensive about opening this metal door, built taller than any doors he’d seen, it was as wide as it was tall, metres over what would be considered normal for a human or monster, similar to the wide gates that protected British castles, tall and imposing, but the most worrying was it’s vast amount of security measures. He thought back to the blurrier giant he saw in the picture, their shape indescribable and otherworldly, almost alien-like. His eyes met Soap’s reassuring ones, standing steadfast and unyielding to do good in the world. So with a nod, Ghost worked through the locks and scans of the heavy, metal door made to keep this cement cage closed. This door clicked loudly, echoing down the hall with ominous intent, foreseeing something damming and destructive.

Yet they hadn’t expected to see another cage within the cage, a box made of reinforced glass, large and robust and inside of it was another cage, a rough metal one with bars for walls, a sick joke of a bird’s gilded cage. It would’ve seemed almost exaggerated to have three layers - three different cages - to keep one subject safely locked up until he caught sight of the monster. Lying on the cold, metal ground with legs folded in, tail curled around them and staring at both him and Soap with cautious curiosity. It looked like a gryphon if it were more reptilian than a mammal, this monster had a human torso, a head wearing a stoic expression, dressed in rags. Where there would normally be legs was the body of a bird, an eagle perhaps from the golden-brown plumage and reptilian legs from the knee down, followed by a fully scaled back, hind legs and a strong tail. Each toe was tipped with a sharp claw, big and deadly if it got its hands on someone, it could easily rip into anyone without putting in much effort. The biggest thing about it was the folded wings, feathered and equipped with a talon. If it could fly, these wings would be powerful.

He understood why they kept it locked, it was neither man, monster or hybrid. It was a beast of human creation, a creature made to be at the peak of its condition. It was smart, he could see it, the glint in its eyes and the pursed lips, mien kept monotone and calm —observant.

What did Laswell sign them into?

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the-faceless-bride · 1 year ago

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can i have yandere clawd and deuce poly 😪 iltsm( i love yr writing ur one of my fav writers btw 💞)

Omg. I love both of them so much. 🥩🐍 Bluckle the FUCK up, it's a long one. I love them so much. I gave each their own section as to how this started, then the poly together. If you want more of them... Please... Please ask me. P.s. sorry about all the monster puns, I couldn't help myself

🌕New Ghoul in School🐍

Warnings: OOC Clawd, OOC Duce, OOC Cleo?, OOC Draculaura? Clawd being a kicked puppy, yandere content, controlling behavior, turning to stone, non-con hugging, cuddling and Kisses, forced closeness, UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOR!, accusations of cheating, emotional cheating?

Characters : Clawd × Reader × Duce

Proof read : nope

Requested?: yes

You had just transferred from your normie school, Turns out people are so accepting of finding out you're a monster. So you transferred to Monster High, and being a new ghoul didn't seem so hard until you tripped an orange werecats tail and she picked a fight with you...

"and just Who, do you think you are? I don't know how you are your Normie friends play, but you don't want to mess with me Ghoul. I'll make you sorry-"

"why don't you go and pick on someone your own size Torilie?"

"yeah, Dude. Not cool."

🐾🐍 • and that's how it started. Just two Mansters defending the New Ghoul. They knew Torilie was one to pick fights and figured they would help you stay out of trouble for the time being. And the three of you became three peas in a pod. And while you all thought it was great, their Ghoulfriends... Had other ideas.

🐍🕶️ • Cleo started having problems as soon as you had arrived. Your first day she already knew who you were, what you were, where you came from, and if you were cool enough to be popular and associate with the Ghouls she does. And she deemed you not worthy. And that was putting a strain on your friendship.

🐍🕶️ • Duce was grown increasingly tired and frustrated. He loved Cleo, he did. But she could be... Emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausting. When they go out he has to change his personality to not embarrass her, she dictates who can can hang out with and when, and he has to constantly hear from her that he should be doing as she asks and says and do it happily as she goes against what her family wants to be with him. He doesn't want to do that anymore. He wants to be able to Shoot Hoops with Clawd, sit with Jackson at lunch, and talk about the Hissstory test. Listen to whatever playlist Holt made or play dodgeball with Slow Mo. Without Cleo saying when he can and can't.

But he just can't leave her. He's become so dependent on her. Hell, the last time She went to Scarise without him, he nearly went crazy as he didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave Cleo. Even if he wanted to... Unless. Maybe he didn't need to be dependent on her. Maybe. He could be dependent on you.

🐍🕶️ • Duce began to test the waters, which was the start of his obsession. For example at lunch when Cleo tells him to get the green eyed Salad and a water, he'll then turn around and ask you... Sometimes when you feel the burn of Cleo's raging stare you won't respond or say the same as Cleo, but on the days you don't pay attention or to stressed to care you recommend the meat plant sandwich and the yummy razzberry soda pop you've been drinking the past few days. And he'll pick your recommendation. And it Infuriates Cleo. He likes that with you, he has a choice, where Cleo demands and tells. You offer and recommend.

🐍🕶️ • this intimately ends in an explosive argument that Spectra has a field day covering. And Duce does something, not him. Her. Or anyone else in the school say coming. "I'm breaking up with you Cleo." a long still silence fills the halls as everyone takes a moment to process what he just said. Before Cleo screams and storms away, and Duce... Doesn't feel as heartbroken as he thought he should.

🐍🕶️ • Duce starts spending most if not all his free time with you and Clawd, well. Mostly you as Clawd gets called from Draculaura a lot. And while he's sad he can't spend more time with Clawd he's happy to spend time with you. You help groom his snakes, you help him pick which sunglasses he should wear each day, (even though they are all just different shades of red) as well as his many band sweaters. Rumors spread like wildfire, especially with Spectra's gossip site.

"Duce trades princess for new Ghoul?! Stay tuned for the possible new hot relationship??"

🐾🌕 • when Clawd first met you he thought you were great! He got a new friend to hang out with! Sure Manny, Heath, Gill, and Duce we're cool but Clawd has a thing for fashion and self-care, that's not something he really talks about with them BUT that's OK! cuz now he can talk about it with you! He ended up spending a bit of free time with you, anytime Draculaura was out and shopping or just Fanging out with her Ghoulfriends or catching up with her Cousin, he would spend his afternoon with you. Getting his hair straightened and trimmed, getting manicures so his nails don't get too sharp and ridged. And eventually, when he's comfortable with you, he'll start playing games. Like fetch or chase. The only issue is that when Duce started to come around more and Cleo trying to keep him on a leash, slowly Draculaura started calling him and needed him more and more. He didn't think much of it, until Duce's big breakup with Cleo. A week later Draculaura wouldn't leave him alone for a second, and anytime you started approaching she took his hand and pulled him in another direction.

🐾🌕 • it started becoming draining, he loves spending time with his Ghoulfriend. He truly did. But not when every two seconds she was hinting and implying all the time he spent with you was him creeping around behind her back. Nothing he did or said made her change her mind, now everything he did seemed to set her off. She was so paranoid, that he went out of his way to make her a gift to show that he loved her, but he accidentally made it worse, he had to try and hold back tears and puppy cries as she said, "Bad Clawd!" over and over while tugging his ear. He doesn't understand what he did wrong, he just made a new friend. You nor him did anything. So why was she being like this?

Any attempts to talk about it were shut down, as she tried keeping him away from you. And he just couldn't take it anymore, he liked being clingy but he was clingy because he genuinely wanted to be around his partner not just sticking to them like glue-watching like a hawk to 'catch them in the act'. He would go as far as to say this was worse than the time he was dumped for Valentine the love manipulator.

🐾🌕 • Clawd began to confide in you, Draculaura wouldn't listen to him so he was happy you did. He spent hours just sitting under a tree at the back of the school with you, drawing doodles in the dirt, ears tucked back to his head as he vented about his feelings and how the recent arguments had affected him, you tried to help every time. But eventually, word got to Draculaura about your little meetings, and stormed over one day with her ghoulfriends in toe.

Both you and Clawd had to endure the burning glare of the Ghouls, Draculaura ranting and raving and ultimately giving him an ultimatum. You or her. And Clawd's ears pinned flat to his head, he didn't want to lose his Ghoulfriend but he didn't want to lose you either. But before he could answer Draculaura said something that gave him the push to his ultimate answer. "ugh, I should've known! A guy hangs out with other guys like him! And Duce is a lying, dirty, cheater and so are you! And this new Ghoul sure has some nerve to go around sneaking with other Mansters knowing they are dating someone! If that's the kind of Manster you are Clawd then maybe... Eh *hick* MaYbe we shouldn't Be togEther!" a moment passes where Clawd looks down into Draculaura's wet violet eyes, sighs, then answers. "maybe we shouldn't." the ghoul's Gasp and Draculaura sobs, "FINE! WE ARE OVER!"

🐾🌕 • Clawd thought relieved he wouldn't be interrogated every day and being told he's bad, he's still heartbroken that the Ghoul he thought he'd spend his life with was gone. He clung to you and Duce for security and long talks to make him feel better and eventually, he did. Clawd was back to his peppy, wide-eyed, excitable self again. In fact, he's the happiest he's been. His mood wasn't Even shaken when he found out Draculaura had begun dating his sister, he just didn't care. He was happy.

🐾🌕 • It wasn't until a late-night Chat; that you and Clawd had stayed over at Duce's house after seeing a new skinwalker Scareitage Boovie that Clawd discovered that not only He had feelings for you but so did Duce... And well, he had always liked Duce maybe even more than just a bro, but this changed everything. And they agreed. A scarily wonderful idea...

"Vampy puts doggy out for good? Or does Doggy like the Dog house with his chew toy?"

🐍🐾 • now Duce and Clawd are softer yandere's than the normal. But that doesn't mean they won't use force if they need to. Duce is a Dependant, laid-back, stalker-type yandere. He's ok with letting you have wiggle room as long as he knows where you are at all times and can get to you in a short period. Whereas Clawd is a Clingy, overprotective, worshiper-type Yandere. Clawd wants to be near you all the time if you let him, but he's ok with letting you go for a while as long as he has Duce he always knows where you are because Duce knows, if at any point Duce doesn't know for some reason or he's not around Duce to find out, he'll use his nose to track you down.

🐍🐾 • You probably wouldn't know they are yandere's unless you start trying to spend more time with others that aren't them. The more you try and hang out with Operetta and Cupid they start to get a little more aggressive and demanding of your time and attention. Which can trigger some alarm bells that something isn't right. The best thing would be to try and talk and compromise they are willing to do that as long as you promise to let them keep tabs "for safety reasons," and you spend time with them immediately after.

🐍🐾 • after a month or two they start to be more openly affectionate and act like a Throuple, it went over your head at first with Duce's laid-back attitude and Clawd's over-excitable personality being normal, but the more Clawd wanted to play fetch and hug you, and Duce constantly being around you despite having the freedom to hang out with his other dudes you start to get the idea they might be romantically interested.

🐍🐾 • You opened to the idea, and the relationship seemed to be working well... Until they started to become, overwhelming. Clawd always over your shoulder, Duce always seeming to know where you are... Even when you didn't tell him where you were. And things took a turn when you tried to tell them you needed space. "You're... Breaking up... With us?" you sputtered, you definitely didn't answer and deny fast enough as you felt your body start to stiffen and cold. Duce had turned you to stone. Clawd whimpered while holding your cold stiff stone body, "im sorry sweetheart. But we can't have you running from us. Just be good ok? Please?" after that you'd been chained to them by that point. Nobody would've believed you if you told them the school's Cool guy and oversized puppy were forcing you into a relationship...

🐍🐾 • they aren't too harsh on punishments. For the most part. Once you tried to run away once, you waited for a moment to be alone before printing off trying to get somewhere, anywhere but there. But you forgot who you were dealing with and Clawd chased you down. Clawd's punishments involve many forced hugs, kisses, and closeness. If he shows how much he loves you at some point you'll see it's true and love him too! Right?

Duce will turn you to stone anytime he gets an idea you're about to run off. He makes Clawd drag you to his house. Which takes a lot of manipulation and convincing. Clawd doesn't want to lock you away to be alone. He wants you to be around them! But Duce scares him into going along with it. Even sometimes provokes him to anger to be more willing to lock you in a dirty old basement.

🐍🐾 • overall. As long as you stay and promise to love them, and don't mind clinginess it's a cute relationship... But if you reject them, you'll spend a lot of time in an old basement in Duce's home, alive but unable to move. To feel. Or scream.

#monster x reader #yandere monster #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster high headcanons #monster high x reader #monster!reader #clawd wolf x reader #clawd wolf #Duce x reader #Monster high clawd x reader #Monster high Duce x reader #yandere monster x reader #yandere poly #Monster boyfriends x reader

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eleganthologramcolor · 9 months ago

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141 x Reader but Reader is actually a monster disguised as a really pretty human. Sets off alarm bells in each man's head when they lay eyes on them. They can tell SOMETHING is wrong, but they can't quite place it. Reader picks happily at raw meat, has these eery, piercing eyes, seems to be mentally dissecting everyone with a harsh stare. Has an unfeeling voice, seemingly only motivated by the fear of anyone they meet, an eery, hungry smile on their face at the smell of it. Has no qualms about wondering alone at night, because, according to Johnny, in their own words, "I've got nothing to fear. I'm the most dangerous thing out here."

Simon who swears to Reader that he'll figure them out, one way or another, warily keeping one eye open whenever they're near. Reader who toys with Simon, making vague, ominous threats because they love how they can smell that faint fear in the air surrounding such a scary man. He made the mistake of letting Reader know that he was disturbed. Thought to himself that he's quite a bit stronger than most enemies, he could take them on if they tried something. Until he caught those glossy hungry eyes on him when he tried to drift off on the couch.

Johnny who ignores his body and mind who desperately want to escape. He feels like prey for the first time but he loves it, enamored with such a pretty thing who makes him feel weak in the knees (and in the gut, and in the chest, he's ignoring the fact that their vague threat about where he sleeps at night has him hyperventilating, he thinks he can handle whatever reader could possibly throw at him). His heart is racing, he loves the feeling, seeking Reader out during their nightly walks, following from a distance down unlit streets, surprised when they tell him they knew he was there, and that he should be more careful, "one hungrier than me would've lead you out to the woods."

Kyle who is aware of the hidden danger, but wonders if such a thing could be soothed with well administered affection? Being sweet from a distance, offering loving words like a piece of meat to a stray cat(or at least he hopes they're as harmless as one). He admires the way reader sends everyone running, seeing that sweet face turn to him when he's the only one left, willing to try and look past the prey instinct reader instills in everyone else. He understands, must be lonely when everyone is afraid, yea? Doesn't mean he isn't keeping his guard up, though, fingers wrapping around the blade in his pocket when reader finally comes to him, seeking attention. Just in case.

Price who is very firm, setting strict boundaries. Then strict rules. Finding ways to appease reader without putting him or his men in harms way. He opts for a different route than Kyle, something that feels so... dangerous, should be trained not to bite before you begin to dote on it. Thinks he can tame reader, speaking with a firm voice to them, never showing leniency, not daring to. Giving reader any power over him, he knows, will be when he's lost.

#drabble #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #captain john price x reader #141 x reader #monster!reader #valentine's writing

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kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit · 1 year ago

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I really like your Nefero. How about a story where he helps femReader with her look. Like, one day, I'm talking fashion disaster. Reader is going through it and to make things worse it's picture day! And Reader and Nefero planned also do it couples photos! When Nefero gets a call from his girlfriend that in desperation, he comes to recuse with a army of help from his home's staff

Thank you for your time.

Thanks for the request (^v^)

This sounds AMAZING!!

Love our fashion couple,this is gonna be good.

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Male! Nefara x fem!reader

Prompt- reader has a bad makeup & outfit morningd and needs immediate help from her boyfriend and it's senior picture day with also couples pictures in the next few hours! We have code fashion emergency

Using [Name] as substitute for (y/n)

Fluff/ comfort/kisses

Nickname for the reader- my jewel or my queen

(Readers Nickname for nefero in here with I'll probably use from now on for any fics with him hehe)

(H/c) Hair color

(H/t) Hair type

(There's not that much fanart so I'm using what I find so it may repeat sometimes.)

*Art not ime found it on pinterest*

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It's 6:30 am senior picture day and a ghoul is stressing more than ever before.

We see [Name] in her lush (f/c) bedroom, she is seen frantically rushing back and forth to the mirror and the closet, she holds up different skirts and crop tops in a rush.

"What to wear what to wear"

She tried one look "ugh no" and another "disgusting" and one more out of a hundred she had tried on "this is unmatchable and not what I need for our photo shoot"

She wears shorts and a crop tank top to help her see easier what would work but as she picks up and throws clothes all around it's quickly becoming stuffy in the room.

She curses under her breath and instantly thinks "maybe if I do my makeup first I can pick my picture Day outfit more easier" rushing to her vanity , picking up the essentials she quickly makes a base for her eyeshadow, she looks through her drawer picks up the eyeshadow pallets she recently got from her boyfriend as a in his words "a pallet with reds and greens that show my two favorite thing, money and you since you are my scarlet fire that burns within me"

She smiled as she applied the vibrant and rusty colors on her eyelids. Moments later she looks at herself and frowns

It all looks wrong. The way it looked so smeared like a toddler was the one to help her, the shimmers were all over the place, the blend was outrageously horrid and why did she start with red instead of green to be easier to show up!

"Ughh what is going on with me!" She screeched throwing the makeup brush strongly to the ground, [Name] grabs the makeup remover and reusable rag and dunks a ton of it, she sneers at her reflection. Then vigorously wiped her face in anger.

Stopping for a second looking at herself again she noticed her long (h/c) (h/t) was not as good now as when she started this horror show.

Tears start to sting and drip down from her cheek down to the vanity "w-why now *sob* i- I can't be this bad at doing something so easy...it's second nature to be good at this *snif* *hiccup*"

She looks at the clothes discarded on the floor and walks to them, "i need to call Nefie *sniff* i-i need him" she thought of how they were supposed to be doing a couples photo shoot and she wouldn't disappoint him it was special for him and her

Going through the piles of clothes she finds her phone in the small plush seat she had in front of the mirror that got forgotten at the start of her panic.

She drops to her knees onto the soft lavish rug she got as a gift from him as she makes the call.

RING RING-

it takes only two ring for her loving boyfriend to pick up the phone "my jewel good morni-" he stops as he heard her sniffling "WHO HURT YOU" he demands making her slightly laugh be it breathy between sniffles "N-no one Nefie I'm *sigh**snif* I'm having a terrible time getting ready and- can you come I need you here" her voice was soft yet rigged, tired & honestly done with today even if it hadn't started "I'll be there in five" he states before hanging up

5 minutes exactly [Name] hears the familiar sound of Nefero's limo and another one?

And as fast as she question there where rapid footsteps going up from the stairs and straight to her room "SLAM" the door opens to reveal Nefero dressed as handsome and beautiful as he is with dark green velvet bell bottoms with a matching suit, a dress shirt opens to reveal his chest, adorn with layered golden dainty necklaces with one that had a crimson red diamond to represent his darling.

"My queen" he said with extreme tenderness Nefero gets on his knees and embraces her in his strong gentle arms, caressing her back as she cries new tears not of frustration as she did only moments ago but of happiness that he was here to comfort her and help, truly touching to her ghoulish soul

She hugs him tight her grip strong it seems to dumb but this is just good

"Take deep breaths with me jewel" and she did in and out, holding him and vice versa after a few minutes she lifted he head up and looked at his purple eyes, smiling "thank you for being here" [Name] leaned forward and kissed him, broke the kiss "whatever the cost I'll gamble my way yo see you" he proclaimed "now let's help you up" taking her by one hand and another on her back he pulled her up from the ground.

Nefero looked at her up and down "now let's see what we can do, you up for being my model this morning?" Grinning [Name] replied "always... especially now haha"

Nefero claps his hands and comes in a group of professional fashion artist, makeup artists.

"Now let's get this going for you my queen" he took her hand and lead her to her vanity that was immediately cleaned out except for foundation, pallets and other things, Nefero sat her down went straight to the makeup artist told him the theme, the artist came in front of [Name] and got straight to work.

He did greens & golds with red shimmers and eyeliner that could kill and lashes that fitted on top of the ones you had.

Nefero was seated next to you as the fashion artists worked and got his approval for dresses, skirts, tops all while having one hand on his lap and the other on your thigh,squeezing just right, every once in a while when he found something he definitely approved of being a specific dress or looking at the progress on your gorgeous face but mostly looking at your lips.

"I'm loving this my jewel~" he held a hand to his mouth practically foaming, looking at her made his mad and week at the knees, the overbearing feelings to just worship her as many did when he was alive was a thrilling feeling he liked, to be on his knees for only her~

"Thank you Nefie~ I like anything you put or take off me" She lowered her tone leaning towards his face as the makeup artist was looking for something to the far side of the long vanity

Nefero blushed, his eyes filled with desire. He took a long breath, his chest heaving, hands itchy to touch.

"Alright just the setting spray and we are done" they came back and sprits her face.

"Good now for my favorite part♡" Nefero jumped up from the chair took [Name]'s hand and to the front of the tall mirror, there were three stylists holding different clothes that she hadn't seen before which means Nefero had for sure got for her before the original mess.

They were lined up with one holding short and long dresses, the second holding short skirts and long shirts, the third holding tops cropped and not.

Nefero went up to the first one and said "my jewel this one if most definitely for today" he held up a red velvet short dress with a backless heart and a green velvet bow that tied around her waist, he signed for everyone to leave.

" i thought the green would be a good reminder that you are my crimson fire and I will always be the fool who marchers toward it holding it for warmth" he held her face delicately, [Name] smiled " and I'll for the rest of my being subside my radiant flames to keep you within my embers"

They embrace each other with a kiss soft and warm just the way they liked

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At the room for the pictures it was empty after everyone had gone, the happy couple liked that it was just them.

And as they held eachother close & intimate, smiling calmy just enough it reach their eyes you could see a glint in them both since they only looked at eachother.

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Nickname for nefero is Nefie

I'll fix some grammar that passed me later but here it is!

@myjerseygirlblog

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fishyvamp · 5 months ago

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Hyde!reader 18+ MDNI (Public sex; a monstrous reader dominating Ghostface )

Okay hear me out, right now I've been keeping Hyde!Reader as just someone who's a larger and buffer human, but what if you had four large tree trunk-like arms. One hand pinning Ghostface's hands above his head, another wrapped around his throat while the last two hold his hips in pace as you grind into him. The poor killer decided to throw his mask into the ring for a 2v8 and got paired with you.

This was fine, as killers you both got along fine, especially with your little arrangement you have going on. Your imposing nature already dominating the trial, survivors fleeing in terror whenever you came near. The other killer however was taking pot shots at your ego everytime you missed, taunting you one too many times saying he'd happily have your guts stain his knife. Leaving you crawling on the floor just perfect for him to take advantage of. That he was clearly the better killer because he never missed.

You couldn't let that comment slide, not now, not while you're like this. leading you to this moment Ghostface pressed against the tree hands pinned in place your large monsterous form pressed against his back. "Come on killer, didn't you say you were the best? I thought the best could get out of this?" He shivers feeling your breath hot against his ear. You threw his mask somewhere, he didn't know where, but the gens had stalled.

Every now and again he could see flashes of them wandering around confused. no doubt the survivors were getting curious about where you were. Probably nervous too thinking you both were up to no good. "Bet you wish they'd find us? We're out here in the open." He whines feeling his leaking cock pressing hard against the confines of his pants. Body tense as all he has to grind his erection against is the rough bark of the tree.

Ghostface's face, exposed for anyone to see, look at him the scary stalker is just a human. No one terrifying, no one to fear. just look at how pathetic he looks, drooling like a slut just for you. "Bet you want me to fuck your useless hole right now..." the words dripped with malice and he couldn't deny the excitement he felt wanting you to take him here and now. "please." he whines pressing hard into you. "good boy," you purr teeth scratching at the crook of his neck.

#dead by daylight #dbd x reader #dbd killer x reader #dbd #smut #Monster!reader #Jekyll and hyde!reader #the ghostface #the ghostface x reader #danny “jed olsen” johnson #danny johnson x reader #scream x reader #Dom!reader #slasher x reader #slasher smut #I need to write more for him and Eldritch!reader #but I'm not sure what the limits are in make reader basically a monster #fishy is rambling

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gatitties · 2 years ago

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Slippery

─One Punch Man x child!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: a small part of the beginning of saitama's career as a hero and… you being there to annoy more than help

─Warnings: bad language for a child, typical violence in opm

so… this was going to be another of my fanfics on wattpad but I left it on hold, but I thought I would share here the little that I managed to write 👍🏻

"AHHHHH! A MONSTER!"

"Someone call a hero!"

"Evacuate the area immediately!"

You walked humming, swinging the worn wicker basket you held in your small hand, ignoring the terrified screams of the people, more focused on remembering the things you had to get to eat due to your poor memory and poor ability to pay attention to anything for more than two seconds.

"Bread, meat, milk and cookies."

You mumbled, counting on your fingers at the same time you said the food, you almost tripped over a crack in the asphalt, your attention was stolen when you saw how a small plant came out into the light from the broken cement, you shook your head concentrating on your errand.

"Bread, meat, milk…"

You frowned, putting on a sour expression at the missing ingredient, you continued muttering the now three ingredients to yourself, staring at the ground with such concentration that if you had lasers you would surely have destroyed the asphalt. So focused on remembering what you were missing while you looked down that you didn't realize you hit something hard, someone.

"Hey… aren't you lost, girl? There are monsters out there who like sweet girls like you."

You frowned, looking up to see some kind of monster with no eyes, a big toothy mouth on what seemed to be his face and he was only wearing pants, you made a disgusted face when you saw how he smiled, they always told you not to talk with strangers.

"Bread, meat…"

You began to sweat when the shadow of the monster you had ignored was projected over your smaller body, although your concern was that you had forgotten another of the ingredients again, you didn't even flinch when he lifted your arm a few minutes after you accepted that you would never remember what you had to buy again.

"Don't ignore someone when they talk to you, brat!"

"Shut up, shit, because of you I forgot the purchase."

"Huh!? You have a big mouth for a child, mmh, one of my favorites snacks…"

Your face contorted as you watched his large tongue move from side to side, starting to salivate, and you completely lost your nerve when his tongue grazed your cheek to taste you. You were going to kick him but before you could, the monster stopped, he turned away from you as if you had the plague.

"What the hell!? Bleagh- that's disgusting, you taste sour."

"Heh, die."

"What the hell are you- AAAAAHHHH-!?"

You covered your ears so as not to hear the screams of the idiot who had tried to eat you, if only he had looked closer he would have noticed your pointy ears as well as the small antennae that appeared when he caught you, antennae which you took care of hiding again. The guy's tongue started to melt as if he had licked pure acid, it wasn't really your fault, he was the one who activated your involuntary defense method.

You thought about leaving the area, since people had fled and the store you wanted to go to was just around the corner, but thinking about it again that could only mean one thing… free food! You were already struggling to get the money, either by stealing it or searching in some places where there might be money, you had been living on the streets for as long as you can remember, but it's not like you remember much of it either.

One day you simply woke up in a collapsed building, you were completely intact but covered in a slimy slime that avoided and withstood thousands of debris, how or what happened before that is a mystery to you, the only thing you know is that now you are what that people consider a monster, you don't remember being one before either, so you assumed that at some point you were human.

But you got used to it, that happened about two years ago, when you were eight years old, in that period of time you got used to wandering the streets of city Z, you found several shelters with some friendly monsters, but they always got into trouble and got caught by some hero, luckily you escaped from the social vigilantes because your appearance was still like that of a girl your age, not counting the antennae and pointed ears. For one thing, you learned to hide your antennae, and pointy ears weren't so uncommon in this world.

As for your strange viscosity, it was not a problem unless your body detected danger, if that were to happen ─like now─ your body would react immediately, covering you in that acidic and strangely hard slime when you tried to hit it, as if was a non-Newtonian fluid, you considered yourself a slippery person because of that, you always managed to escape from all the trouble you got into.

"Let's see… bread… bread and… oh! Pockys!"

Your mind completely forgetting the mental list you made once you entered the empty store, having the palate of a child, your mouth watered at the sight of all the junk food you promised you weren't going to eat, but who cares? You already forgot that promise you made with yourself.

You left a couple of hours later, taking the opportunity to eat and rest there, the night was falling when you walked with a bag of groceries, ─completely different from what you were looking for at first─ you swung your feet while humming, singing a random song in your mind until, for the second time that day you bumped into someone, this time you tripped over your feet, falling on your ass to the ground.

"Oh? What are you doing out so late? We agreed that you had a curfew." you puffed out your cheeks, hugging the shopping bag, looking away as if you were angry with the person in front of you, who turned out to be an acquaintance "Mmhh? Have you gone shopping alone? Don't tell me… have you stolen from my savings again?"

"Of course not! I have my own savings, baldy."

A vein bulged on Saitama's forehead, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt as he dragged you down the street like a scolded puppy, though your brow was furrowed by his accusation ─which could have been true another time─ you smiled inwardly.

Wandering around Z city wasn't as bad as you thought, at least not since a couple of months ago you met a man who had a bald spot brighter than your future, you became attached to him from the first day you saw him for several reasons. One, he didn't seem to care about your appearance as a monster, two, he's bald, you didn't need a justification for this reason, it was simply a plus point in your mind, three, they had a place you could stay the night.

Poor Saitama tried to get rid of you in various ways, but you seemed like a leech, clinging to him whenever you could, and deep down in his heart, he felt sorry for a child having to wander the cold streets without something to call 'home' or 'family', even though with each passing day he lost more ability to feel emotions, he was still human, and he thought that maybe some company wouldn't hurt, of course, he was grateful that you were completely independent of him most of it.

"And then I ran into a fucking ugly-as-a-bit monster-"

"Hey, hey! What did I tell you about using that language?!" Saitama choked on his ramen as he listened to you talk about what you had been doing while walking the streets, scolding you one of many times for using those types of expressions or words that someone your age shouldn't be using "Have you been watching that show again? I told you it was for older people."

"No I don't-"

Before you could continue speaking, you burped, making Saitama step back, looking at you with narrowed eyes, you clicked your tongue, pouting because you had been discovered, Saitama discovered that whenever you lie your stomach fills with gas and it usually comes out in the form of belch, there had to be something bad with being a monster.

You got up when you noticed how Saitama was stirring on his futon, looking amused at how he seemed to fight in his dreams, you decided to leave him to go back to sleep but your stomach growled, leaving sleep aside you went to the kitchen, grabbing a stool to reach the drawer where he told you that you could leave your food.

You returned to the living room to find that he had already woken up from his exciting dream, hitting the clock that went flying, shattering against the wall, voices outside the building made Saitama spring into action, jumping off the balcony looking excited as you picked up the remains of the poor watch.

"And there goes the fifth clock of the week… rest in peace."

You mumbled, closing the trash can, making a mental note to get another alarm clock at some point, if you don't forget, returning to see a Saitama completely devastated emotionally by another easily won battle, you patted him on the back to comfort him, he went to do his morning routine while you turned on the TV, hoping to find a good show.

After a while, you saw that Saitama seemed focused on watering the plants on the balcony, taking advantage of the fact that he seemed quite focused on his thoughts, you smiled maliciously, tuning into the program that you were forbidden to watch.

"What sons of bitches…"

"They've killed Kenny!"

You spent a while watching the program, even though you barely understood the jokes, or even the meaning of most of the words, but you were only doing it for educational purposes, knowledge is power and you needed to know more words to have a rigorous vocabulary, so even though you contradictorily only repeated the insults without knowing their true meaning or impact.

"Hey little bug…" you froze feeling the anger emanating from Saitama's body, you slowly turned your head with sweat running down your cheek, used to the man giving you the nickname 'little bug' because of your antennae "pass me the spray of mosquitoes, I don't know where I put it and I'm starting to get angry."

His teeth gnashed as he heard the sound of a mosquito fluttering around the living room. You ran for the spray, sighing in relief that he hadn't noticed the TV show which you quickly switched to the news, the anchor's voice covering the noise Saitama did when trying to kill the mosquito, although he was equally attentive to the television.

"Massive mosquito plague? Yeah of course."

You shrugged, you didn't care about the mosquitoes, after all you could eat them if they were too annoying, of course, unfortunately you partially lost your taste by turning into a monster, which bothered you a little but made it so you could eat any kind of thing, not only because you wouldn't feel the horrible taste, but because your gastric juices could melt anything.

You paid more attention to how there were more and more veins on Saitama's forehead when you saw that he couldn't catch the mosquito, you let out a snort of surprise when you saw how he was unable to kill the mosquito, you rolled your eyes, getting up from the couch.

"Watch and learn!" you patted the space right where that insect was, smiling proudly when you saw that the buzzing stopped, however just a second later your smile was erased "Huh?"

Once again the persistent hum echoed through the silent house, which became a battlefield to try to kill that small animal, you reached the point where you were not able to kill it either, getting on your nerves just like Saitama, so pissed off that you even went running down the street chasing it to kill it, although the only one who ran was Saitama, since you climbed on his shoulders while pointing and shouting at the fleeing mosquito.

However, while he concentrated on continuing to run after the insect, your eyes moved upwards, seeing a large black cloud, you grimaced in disgust as you heard the humming sound emanating from there.

"What is that cloud?"

The bald man stopped as he finally noticed the large black mass in the sky, your attention now directed towards what seemed to be a robot that was already there before, his expression was serious and analytical, he spoke with a bit of concern seeping into his words.

"You! hide somewhere safe, the mosquitoes are being controlled by someone, if she sees you I'm sure she will attack you."

"Oh Really…?"

Saitama sweated at the thought of the swarm, but before neither you nor he could react, the large mass of insects rushed towards the street where you were, however a great flash made you close your eyes, your body was covered in slime, although you slid off the man's shoulders because you had no hair to hold on to, ending up on the ground, admiring the robot's heroic pose, although your attention went elsewhere when you went to check if Saitama was okay, you stifled a laugh at the sight of his buttocks exposed.

"Hey, you saved me, you're great! how did you do that? Your laser is more effective against mosquitoes than the sprays I have."

The cyborg did not have time to say anything when he began to be attacked by the mosquito girl, almost destroying the poor boy until Saitama slapped the woman, killing her instantly, complaining about how the mosquitoes bothered him, leaving speechless to the blonde.

"W-Wait a minute!" you raised an eyebrow while Saitama turned his head to see what was left of the poor boy who continued talking "I'm a cyborg, I've been fighting in the name of justice! They call me Genos! Please tell me your name."

"Huh? I am Saitama why?"

"Let me be your disciple!"

"Ah… ok."

You put on a blank expression when you saw how the bald man left as if nothing had happened, stopping for a moment to see if you would follow him to return home, you sighed, shaking your head at his attitude, you knew that he had not heard anything of the cyborg's words, you already knew how was this going to end.

"Goodbye Genos, see you at home!"

You smiled at the boy, who seemed conflicted at the sight of you, his system detecting you as a monster but arguing with himself over the fact that you looked like someone harmless. He would have to look into it later, after all he wanted to eradicate evil and if you were, you couldn't be an exception.

You hid a smile as you saw how the young adult showed up at the apartment, Saitama in disbelief as he looked through the half-open door.

"Master."

"You really came… um, what's your name?"

"It's Genos, Master Saitama."

"Could you stop calling me master?"

"Teacher!"

"Don't call me that either…"

Saitama looked down at you, looking for silent help, you looked at him with a shrug, making him sigh completely exhausted, he opened the door letting the cyborg in, you smiled at his action, running towards the kitchen to grab three cups of tea, the two boys following you inside, Saitama pouring the tea into the cups while Genos analyzed his surroundings, glancing at you from time to time.

"Go home when you finish your tea, I don't want any disciples."

"Master, what kind of artificial parts do you use?"

"I don't use any."

"Huh? So what's that skin-colored armor on your head?"

You spit out the tea you were drinking, choking on laughter, coughing uncontrollably as Saitama patted your back with a blank stare.

"It's called skin…"

"But that means that you are bald even though you are young."

You spit out the drink again, choking for the second time, receiving more pats on the back a little more aggressively for Saitama's outburst at the mention of his baldness.

"So what if I'm bald?! What's your problem anyway?"

"My problem? Will you listen to me master?"

"Uh, no thanks."

Ignoring the lack of enthusiasm to hear his tortuous past, Genos gave a long sigh, beginning to tell his story, you tried to pay attention but halfway through the story your attention simply went elsewhere, ignoring his words until he was interrupted.

"You talk a lot! Summarize everything you have to say in a short sentence of about ten words maximum, you can't even get a child to pay attention to you."

Saitama pointed at you, completely oblivious to their chatter as you had grabbed some Legos to entertain yourself from Genos' boring story, the cyborg analyzed the situation, taking a few seconds with his eyes closed until he seemed to get the appropriate internal response.

"Master, summarizing this, what I want to say, please teach me how to become as strong as you."

"Genos."

"Yes, sir!"

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen, sir."

"You're young… I'm sure you'll surpass me easily."

"Really?"

"I am twenty-five but I started training at twenty-two in the summer three years ago, I have no problem teaching you… but it will be hard, are you ready for this?"

"Yes, sir!"

You blinked in confusion as you saw Genos moving quickly, crouching in the hallway of the small house as he muttered that he detected something approaching at high speed, you thought he was simply having a short circuit or something and continued building your Lego castle, unfortunately a monster shaped of mantis broke the ceiling, causing the pieces of your castle to scatter throughout the room, your antennae came to light due to your anger.

"My name is-"

You smiled as you watched Saitama destroy that monster before it could even introduce itself as some kind of villain.

"Pay my roof!"

"And rebuild my castle!"

You joined the violence by kicking the remains of the mantis corpse, angry at the intrusion that had destroyed your mood, you were prepared to spit acid at whoever had dared to destroy your work of art made of plastic pieces joined together.

"There are more of them outside."

Genos warned, they both left faster than you and when you arrived Saitama had already done all the work, kicking the butt of what seemed to be some frog and slug monsters, you sighed thinking that everything was solved, however something caught Saitama and buried him leaving only his head outside the ground.

"Ma-Master!"

"This feels weird… it's like I'm a plant growing in concrete or something."

You laughed at his comparison, ignoring the worried cyborg you pretended to water the bald man with an imaginary watering can, he smiled vaguely at you, the moment of tranquility was short-lived when a gorilla covered in armor appeared on the scene, without realizing it you were also buried on the ground when you were distracted watching the fight between Genos and the robot gorilla.

"Oh, a kitten."

You muttered carelessly as you saw how another Lion-shaped monster threatened Saitama with ripping his eyes out of their sockets, you also watched as a mole came out of the ground, probably the culprit for both of you being with your body underground. You enjoyed the strange sensation while the other two fought, almost falling asleep because of how comfortable it was, unfortunately Saitama and Genos finished off the enemies too quickly.

"Hey, can you get out of there alone? We are going to resolve some issues with a weird scientist."

"Yes, don't worry, can I go with you?"

The two looked at each other and shrugged, Genos did a quick analysis of your constants and abilities now that he could see your true form and knew that you would have no problem defending yourself, Saitama already knew that you were completely self-sufficient on your own. You took their indifference as an affirmation and covered your body in slime so you could better get out of the place where you were buried so you could go to that scientist's base.

After a brief interrogation of the robot gorilla, a few threats here and there to summarize the backstory of this whole situation, the boys got the exact location of that scientist called Doctor Genus. You climbed onto Genos' shoulders because at least you could hold on to his hair if you fell, it didn't take you long to reach that base of operations in the middle of the forest, although the cyborg destroyed the entire building as soon as he arrived.

"Dude, what are you doing so suddenly?"

"I found this most efficient way to eliminate them in one fell swoop."

"Yeah, well, but at least you could have given them the opportunity to try something…"

You nodded at Saitama's words, also because you felt like kicking someone's ass for destroying your Lego castle. You found a trapdoor in the floor that led to some underground tunnels and you entered without thinking twice. Your antennas began to move restlessly and the lights in the hallway began to go out while heavy, fast footsteps were heard getting closer. When you focused your sight, you saw a large beetle? With a guy in his hand, he was advancing towards you at full speed, although both you and Genos were pushed aside with a big slap.

"How rude, oh is this your right leg or your left?"

You whined even though your slime kept you from getting hurt, you were trying to pull the cyborg out of the wall but you accidentally ripped off his leg by pulling on it, his joints were twisted at painful angles if he were human, you put everything back together in place and you immediately went to the room where Saitama and the beetle were going to fight, but you couldn't care less, you knew what was going to happen so you decided to take a walk around the huge basement.

You didn't find anything really entertaining, at least not something that managed to hold your attention for more than a minute, except for a simple lava lamp that you found in a kind of bedroom, you stopped to look at the different experiments briefly and simply went back and hoping that they had ended the fight once and for all, you were beginning to feel tired and wanted to sleep if possible in a comfortable place.

"What the hell…?"

You muttered with a blank expression as you saw Genos' afro hair and how Saitama was being beaten, although it didn't take long for him to deliver his famous punch and destroy the monster into little pieces, while he screamed in frustration.

"Today is the special discount day!"

Of course, now you understand why the man's frustration, he couldn't miss a day of sales in the supermarkets, you didn't complain about the urgency when you left, leaving the doctor completely emotionally destroyed by the destruction of his most lethal creation, you walked towards Genos jumping with joy at coming home to take a nap, he looked at you in silence, crouching down since he knew you would ask him again if he could carry you on his shoulders. In this little time together he convinced himself that you wouldn't be a threat, despite being a monster, you had no evil in you, at least, not towards innocent people.

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invincibledc · 2 months ago

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ꫂৎ𝐃𝐂 𝐗 𝐖𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

info!☆ Wynorrific, the word of being visually beautiful.. but being horrific at the same times. This is Yandere batfam, but I got lazy putting Yandere and batfam into the font. But reader is a monster in human form, trying to mimick humans for their/her own amusement. This is my first time writing something like this, so let me know if it’s a little shitty lol.

☆warnings: disturbing description, body horror, sickening applied of attempted 🍇, along ignoring how reader is a red flag

正気は決して選択肢ではありませんでした。

standing with a bloody mouth, a young woman with a beautiful figure and beautiful aura stood above a dead corpse. Its ribs showing out as if a deer has been mauled by a bear.

The woman’s face shifted with a crunches, a shadow, making her face looked blacked out expect her dilated eyes and white around the pupil. She walked from the carcass, the blood had ruined the cute frilly white dress she wore. It was a date. A blind date that she stole from another girl who she murdered with her cold hands. Going as “her”.

But why did the man grab her into an alley and try to force himself onto her? Cover her mouth, with such darkness into his eyes. Whatever that was, she didn’t have time for it as her mouth had enlarged, showing rows of sharp teeth and a crack of her neck.

Dislocating it, showing a bone, the man screamed and got of her, but it was too late when her eyes rolled back to show blood dripping down and grabbing the man with a dark tendril and dragging him back. As he was dragged back, her mouth widened. Gulping the man down with sickening chews. Bones shattered, screams muffled. She spit him out, showing the mangled body, his limbs all distorted.

But the smell of blood was so enticing. She couldn’t help but plunge into his stomach and get his organs, especially his guts and heart.

That’s where it all began as the woman walked out the alley with a deranged stare. Shifting to look more human, she appeared as the siren she is. Wiping the blood from her mouth, her face completely human and stable.

It’s just her bloody clothes that will draw attention, especially that the fact that the dress is white. What could be the issue to the fact that maybe just maybe..she could find another victim.

It was a new day, Bruce is in his batcave, looking at the bat computer. Detective Gordon had informed Batman of this “cannibalism case” he called when seeing an unidentified body that resembles a man. His ribcage open and all his organs taken out as if he was the turkey to a thanksgiving dinner.

No person like this in Gotham could make a disturbing scene unless it’s a something instead. Bruce narrowed his eyes at the picture uncensored. If there’s one thing he’s not surprised about, is that the abnormal nature of this.

This has been going on for five months, and no surprising update on who’s doing this.

Jason came down the cave, his eyes looking at the screen with hum. “Is the manic still on the loose? Thought you could catch them old man.” Jason said, clicking his tongue. Bruce didn’t glance at him, but acknowledged as he spoke.

“All prisoners in Arkham Asylum have passed the test to not even knocking who cause this circumstance. Not even joker.” The green eyed male rolled his eyes as he walked to his father. “Well, guess we gotta find this bastard by person to person.”

This made Bruce turn around with seriousness, “Jason. This is no matter for you to act reckless. We don’t know how capable this person, or something is.” Jason clicked his tongue again and walked off. “I’m Jason fucking Todd. Being reckless is my thing Bruce.”

With that he left, he knew he should see more of what this thing could do or be. But seeing how it’s slowly creeping toward crime alley, his turf. It’s not best to wait around in his eyes.

It was now night, Jason as Red hood is patrolling crime alley. He looked over a building to see a woman with bloodied clothes, eyes widening behind his helmet, he got down to see if she needed any help. The monster, the woman, the thing that has made its performance of carcasses, was in crime alley, hearing about a lot of bad things.

She thought, “why not come here.. and eat?” With that, she walked without a care. Her heels clacking, her hair shining with the moonlight, her eyes still. But hearing heavy feet behind her, her face shifted. She paused, her head tilting to a deep voice.

“Hey, miss? You alright?” She turned slowly, but it wasn’t her body. But her head. Her neck looking rung out, her blacked out face showing red eyes with black full pupils. She started to walk towards Jason.

Jason stood still, he couldn’t decide whether to just shoot her down… or see what she might do. She’s walking backwards with her head twisted back as if she was some possessed person in a horror movie.

“Fuck it.” Jason pulled his gun out, aiming it at the woman who made these gargling noise as if she was chocking on her own tongue. Before he could aim it at her, a black tendril swung at him. Jason moved back only to get his leg snatched up and dragged.

He gritted his teeth, seeing those eyes piercing into his skull. It felt like she could see who he really was. But what he didn’t expect was for her face to morph to look more human. Her features… were beautiful. Her lashes matched her eyes perfectly, it was like she didn’t need anything to look more beautiful. Stunned by the beauty, he was then flung.

A pained moan leaves his body when hitting a brick wall. He has fallen onto his face, getting up to see the woman was gone. Going to find another that wasn’t.. infected. But the face of the woman… the monster, whatever she is, has been engraved into his brain.

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year ago

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Bad Snake Day

Requested: No

Summary: Gorgon!Reader’s snakes are shedding, Valeria helps.

A lowly mumbled “fuck” was what woke Valeria up from her light sleep, brown eyes snapping open, still on edge despite having lived with you in your cave for going on four months now. Old habits die hard she supposed, not that she was keen on getting rid of them. They kept her alive, but apparently now they only kept her awake, no matter how quiet you tried to be. Every shift of your feet on the hard stone floor, every hiss of your snakes, every bitten back whimper of pain, it all kept her alert and unable to return to her slumber.

It took several minutes of this to force her to get up, resisting the urge to glare at you as she stood, scratching as her belly with a loud yawn before looking towards you, watching you struggle to pick at the dried skin of your hair, your snakes hissing and crying out as you try to hold them still, a futile effort.

“What are you doing?” She finally asked you, quirking her brow when you jumped. You were usually overly aware of her presence, of her every move. If she was even beginning to wake up, you knew. It showed how absorbed in your task you were that you didn’t even notice her getting up. She firmly told herself that the small feeling nibbling away at her belly was not concern.

“My snakes are shedding.” You grumble out after a moment, wincing as you yank off a particularly stubborn patch of dry skin, the snake attached to it showing its protest by trying to nip at your hand, baring its fangs with a hiss.

“And you are, what? Hurting yourself like this for fun?” She asks, reaching her hand out to pet along the head of the snake, chuckling when it nuzzles into her palm, forked tongue flicking out to show its pleasure, big beady eyes blinking up at her pleadingly, as if asking her to help make it stop.

“I have to do it like this. If I don’t then it gets all itchy and inflamed.” You huff, glaring at your snakes when they all seem to flock to her touch, reaching out for comfort. “Or worse, they’ll get infected and die. And I don’t want to be stuck with a dead snake on my head.”

Valeria hums, slapping your hand away when you reach to continue your scratching and picking, shaking her head at you. “Stop. Don’t touch.” She says, pointing a finger at you when you give her a confused look, watching her pick up a large wooden bowl from the makeshift table before heading out of the cave, coming back in a few minutes later with it full of water. She must have gone to the waterfall, you thought as she grabbed a small and slightly coarse rag from your laundry pile before coming back to you, pushing you until you were facing the wall.

“What are you-?” You start to ask, flinching when she suddenly runs the now damp rag over the scales of one of your snakes, gentle but also firm as the dry skin flakes off onto the floor beneath you. Your snakes give small little hisses at her but overall don’t protest, letting her do as she pleased and just seeming content that they no longer had to put up with your rough scratching. The water was cool but not freezing, and it tingled through your snakes and into your scalp in a way that wasn’t all that unpleasant. It was relaxing, in fact, and your eyes slowly closed as she started to hum quietly under her breathe, occasionally lowering in sound or stopping completely when she reached a particularly stubborn patch of skin, scrubbing just the slightest bit harder of having you lean your head back to soak it in the bowl while she did some of the others. By the time she was done, you felt practically rejuvenated, your snakes bouncy and excited, each of them bumping heads or nuzzling against your cheek as Valeria dumped the water just outside of the cave entrance.

“Thank you.” You whisper, not surprised when all you got in return was a soft grunt. You hoped she stuck around for a lot longer, you enjoyed this human.

#monster!reader #Gorgon!reader #cod #call of duty #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #serpentine

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my-stories-vault · 2 months ago

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Chapter 8 ~ Purgatory Series.

Pairing: American Dean Winchester X English Y/N L/N; American Dean Winchester X American Y/N L/N.

Blurb: Purgatory suits you, to be honest. Plenty of distractions to choose from, you can kill as many as to your heart's content. And your heart is one insatiable bastard—it'll do anything to keep the memories of your ex away. Until a face much similar to his struts up into your territory, looking for you, promising you a home you lost too long ago. Your heart melted once before, do you think you would be able to risk it all again for the same criminally handsome face?

Warnings/Trigger Warnings (18+): Supernatural Wars spoilers, major and minor character deaths, mentions of previous major character deaths, violence, gore, tons of angst, (sort of, but not really) love triangle, language, self-sacrifices (not exactly suicide), betrayals, etc.

Note: This was written four years ago and English is my second language - I've tried to edit without losing the past-me's "authenticity", but let's face it, spellings ain't my strong suit, and even Grammerly gave up, soooo all the mistakes are mine 🙂🙃.

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Purgatory Series: Last Part (8).

Castiel tumbled into the dry leaves with a boom. The projectile grew in shape, opening it's wide mouth.

'Leviathans,' you whispered.

Your weapon was slung off your shoulder and an arrow was shot to behead the creature in seconds. Your back had been unprotected, allowing a Levithan to get the jump on you. Seamlessly, Dean was to your rescue, and his sword invaded the monster's chest cavity, pulling upwards so the thing would be in a literal half. By the time you got your feet, your group of four had been cornered by an army of ten.

Huh, well, fuck.

The four of you ripped away from the tight circle in four cardinal directions.

West was yours.

The first one went down easy: a kick to his special place, and a lodging of your arrow into his neck. The weapon was laden with Borax.

Although when you turned, you were turning into a punch. She kicked you down and then kicked you while you were down. Until you grabbed her hard kick, and rotated your back on the forest floor so your legs could sweep her off the one sturdy foot on the ground. With her right leg still in your hand, you straddled her other one. You stretched the right one near her ear, making her yell in strain, then you stabbed it with an arrow that went through her stretched leg and her nose till it was lodged into the ground - effectively pinning her there in a very awkward position. You didn't stick around to admire your work; another arrow was out and ready.

This dance went on for a while.

Benny had always admired Dean's fighting prowess, but seeing you, he was more than a little awed. It was like you were dancing, something choreographed into your every cell was pouring out of you like music. But you didn't utter a single sound, no grunt, or a yelp, no sound of an effort made. He doesn't think Castiel or Dean noticed, perhaps because they were used to you, but you slew the most Leviathans.

The idea of you being captured by the small fairies seemed funny to him now. He should've known you were a greater force than all that made this Purgatory. You weren't just a human, you might just be the destroyer of this very no man's land. For the first time, Benny was glad Dean was your friend, and he forced the tingles of fear to roll down his back.

Castiel was playing with their minds by flying around, he didn't have a weapon, so he was just waiting for you to reach the subjects of his mind games. At least, Dean had dipped his and Benny's weapons in Borax while you'd been away.

This little fight in the small pocket of Purgatory could be described as self-preservation at its best. And this fight would give you all an hour of repose before the war began.

With the last monster cut, you took the lead back to the camp à la Dwarves - you did realise that you might be leading the war to them.

However, nothing mattered more than getting Dean to safety. You would be damned if you had something go wrong when you could see the finish line.

When you noticed the marks laden on the trees, you produced a whistle (shaped like a bird, and you blew into its tail) they'd given you in case of emergencies; and not a second passed after the first chirp that long vines were thrown down. They all had little footholds on the bottom, much like the ones during horse-riding.

You pushed Dean before you, then Benny. To quell Dean's incoming protests, you clawed the tree bark and raced beyond them, climbing like a monkey, much faster than the Dwarves could pull anyone up. To save time, Castiel also flew.

As soon as you'd slapped a hand onto the first flat surface, you saw Kan-fir's face looming; leaving just enough space to let you haul up and sit on the edge.

'War?'

You were panting; your heart beating out of proportion and the lances of fear that jerked through your nervous system. But you'd never been scared for yourself, not since his death.

'War.'

His expression transformed into a Leader's, much like you used to once upon a time. He signaled to the side, causing alarms, not unlike your whistle, just amplified, to blow throughout as far as you could see was Purgatory's horizon.

The small crowd of the little ones that had gathered around dispersed to arm up. You touched Kan-fir's shoulder to stop him a second.

'The portal?'

'Open,' he assured. 'It closed not with alarms, but with him gone,' he pointed at Dean.

Guess that made sense. The portal was directly linked to the man that belonged to said Purgatory's Earth. No wonder it never seemed to splice the time and space continuum for the likes of you.

Kan-fir hurried away to finalise the last few battle strategies. After all, the alarms had just signified a war between the Leviathans and the Dwarves. The Purgatory would be going into lockdown within the next hour, and it would be an all-out massacre.

From what you'd known, the rest of the creatures of the land had been forced to divide between the two armies.

Back when the Leviathans had been A.W.O.L. to Earth, the monsters had lived pretty peacefully - you'd seen this treeland heave a sigh of relief in their absence. But when they came back, the chaos had ensued once more. That's when the armies had started forming. Dwarves had advantaged themselves with a headstart while the Leviathans mourned their deaths on earth, and convinced a hefty amount of monsters that Leviathans had to be rid.

You didn't know how true it was, but Kan-fir said that many monsters had been reluctant to side with the Dwarves; they'd wanted to be anonymous and in hibernation when the war commenced. He said that they changed their minds when you picked a side. You'd been a bit bashful to hear it.

This was a time-old conflict, literally, it seemed as old as time. To think that the Dwarves credited you for bringing them resolution was more than a little flattering.

You felt like a soldier, a Leader again . . . Not some deserter who left her people to die . . .

You'd been raised into wars, but for the very first time, you were secretly enjoying the thrill of death that came with wars.

You'd run amok for seven years because you didn't have a purpose and it was your punishment for the way it ended with Dean.

This?

This is your redemption.

'Alright,' you clapped your hands for attention. 'Cas, do you think you can fly yourselves to the portal? Or near it. You've got about an hour now, before—'

'What about you?' Dean cut you off.

'Darlin', I've gotta stay and—'

'So, we stay, too.'

'I didn't sign up for that,' the vampire groused.

'Look, Ben—'

'No, Chief, this is not our fight. These are two larger entities that made each other extinct on Earth, way before the fucking dinosaurs - what do you think will happen when neither of them can die in Purgatory? They've been planning an Armageddon - why do you think some of us have been trying to get out of here forever?'

'I agree, Dean,' you couldn't believe you were, with Benny, but, 'The other monsters are going to end up being pawns in their revenge schemes.'

'And you think you're so special?' he scoffed. 'Look, I'm not leaving. End of story!'

You and Benny shared a long-suffering look.

'Fine,' Benny gritted out. '. . . We'll go ask what we gotta do.' He tapped Castiel on the shoulder, who hesitated.

'Dean, I hate to side with Y/N—'

'Then, don't!'

'Dean,' his voice strained the elder brother's name, 'Purgatory's not for you . . . think about Sam.'

He let that sink in. Then, they turned to leave.

'Reserve me some weapons,' Dean instructed as the boys left. 'And her, too.' He must've sensed that this conversation wasn't over.

'This is not what I want for you,' you tried.

'Ditto.'

'I'm not who you love, Dean,' you went for the jugular.

His jaw worked a muscle and he stepped closer in challenge. 'I beg to differ,' owning up to those feelings that either of you had never uttered.

You really didn't want to do this, but you squared, bracing for something you never thought you'd ever have to do. 'Dean, I don't love you,' you lied.

Dean didn't flinch - as if he'd always suspected it - even though you could see the hurt cleaved into his face; a pain that ran so deep, you felt it was cutting you. His eyes grew gloss, and you almost took it back.

Yet, you couldn't.

'I'm staying,' his voice was soft, as if he couldn't muster much energy to say it more determinedly. 'I go where you go,' he cleared his throat. 'And I'll . . . I'll leave you alone when you're out of here, okay? I swear. Just . . . just let me save you. Let me help you.'

Your eyes filled up on salt.

But he didn't cry, nor would you.

'Fine,' you rasped past the lump that was hurting your throat - it felt like it was in your windpipe, choking you.

'Fine.'

When your gazes locked, they were warring.

You both knew you'd try and weasel out, and you both knew he'd try and stop you. And you both also knew who would win . . . .

You'd never been so beaten in your life.

The Leviathans didn't leave an inch of your skin unbruised, not an organ untargeted, and not a tree in the one mile radius they hadn't pounded you against.

Being kidnapped sucked. You didn't think you'd make it out of here anymore. And you could then solve one of life's greater mysteries and find out where monsters went after they died in Purgatory.

Maybe they just ceased to exist?

You sobbed at that thought. A feeble, 'Stop,' escaped you.

'What?' snarled the woman. She gripped you by the hair and pulled your head back so she could speak near your lips. 'What'd you say, bitch?' she examined you from the corner of her eye; your face twisted and abused beyond recognition, 'Where are the Dwarves?'

'I don't know,' you cried out.

Your throat hurt from the rope burns and hand imprints from the multiple times they'd strangled you into the near vicinity of death. After taking you from the fairies, they discovered you weren't the human they sought for. But just because you had her face, they thought you also knew what her plan was.

'Yes—'

She paused while she slammed you into the ground - probably cracked another rib you didn't know you had - and let your head be submerged into the icy lapels of the river near which they'd chosen to torture information out of you. And you wanted to give it to them. You just didn't know what it was!

'—You do!' she completed when he pulled you back out.

The cold made you shudder and your wounds burn as if they'd been exposed to fire. It stung so bad . . .

'No,' you wept.

'I can't believe that you're holding out for those little bastards,' she spat in your face. She tugged your strands, and you whimpered. 'D'y'know how they'd tattle to Mommy? She got so pissed with us that she grounded us to this filthy craphole! She made us extinct! Said we couldn't leave until we apologised to each other . . . Like, we'd ever do that!' she scoffed, adding a slap to unload her misplaced anger.

She paused to contemplate you, admiring the myriad of "art" she'd left on your s/c skin. 'Tell me. Did you think you'd be getting out of here? I mean, really. What, you figured you'd hitch a ride on the human? And he'd let you? Do you believe in this soulmate crap?'

Soulmates sounded like such a sure thing. All the Deans you knew would save their soulmates; all those Deans would die for their soulmates.

Yet, you were an anomaly.

Your blood was stained with monstrosity, and Dean's was riven with righteousness. He couldn't love you, he wouldn't save you.

For once, the Leviathan was right. Why were you being such a damsel in distress?

You tried to kill me! you'd yelled.

Oh, honey, it's nothing personal. We just can't love a monster.

'Awww,' she smirked down at you. 'You look like a kicked puppy.' She traced a finger down from your head to your jaw. 'At least puppies are liked enough to be saved . . . No one's even coming for you.'

'You're right,' you said.

However, your lips were too swollen for her to understand you. She leaned in to listen better but your hand shot out to grip her neck. She laughed in your face with how faint your fingers were against her.

'Oh, you're cute enough that it's a pity I'm gonna eat you.'

'Is that a fear of yours?' you murmured feebly. 'Let's find out.'

Your other hand came to her head. With all the energy you'd left, and this newfound motivation, you tapped into your magic.

The cells in your body seemed to be gushing out to aid this outpour of fears and nightmares you were granting her as a parting gift. Before she could process the concept of it all, you were already into her head a good deal. And then, she was thrashing atop you, screaming and yelling for mercy.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

You were shocked when her eyes melted in her sockets and spilt down her cheeks like a sticky milkshake, while more black blood oozed from her nose and mouth.

You couldn't stop until she stopped screaming. And then she fell on your body, making you humph.

'Survival 101,' you rested your eyes as the worst ache of your life boomed into your headspace. Claret trickled down your cheeks, a warning ringing in your ears. 'Save yourself.'

Darkness adopted you.

Figures since darkness had been looking after you your whole life.

The tasks were divided to be conquered.

One sector was of Dwarves only, with arrows and spears for farther distances. The second and the third wave of Dwarves and/or monsters would attack and then encircle the Leviathans (so that their supplies, ammunitions, and back-up are all cut off), respectively. The fourth sector (of Dwarves alone) was supposed to lay low as back-up.

The fifth batch consisted of Dwarves who would protect their King, Kan-fir. The sixth group consisted of monsters who were assigned as medical first responders.

You headed the rescue mission.

It wasn't the original plan. You were supposed to use the weapon the Dwarves had been researching for a while, but now that they did find the weapon, it was something no one had expected.

The plan had to be . . . modified, so to speak.

'I don't know, Y/N,' Castiel was skittish about the said plan.

You flashed him an annoyed look. 'Are you bailing on me?' You didn't stop packing the Borax water balloons in your bag.

Rescuing Y/N might, at the very least, be interesting, and at its worst, tough. Most of the Leviathans would be out battling the second and third wave of your troops. They wouldn't be sparing manpower for a puny dreamwalker.

You were the real deal, as Kan-fir had put it.

After you assault the Leviathans guarding your doppelganger, then you'd have to worry about them coming after you.

I will have one hour, insisted your rationale. Yeah, one hour until her guards wake up and sound the alarm bells. One hour until they chase you. One hour to get everyone to safety. One hour to—

'I didn't say that.'

'Then, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my fiancé. Prepare to save,' you joked.

He gave you a bitch-face that would have put Sam Winchester's to shame.

'Geez, it's not like I asked you for your wings. Cough up a laugh!'

'That's not even the correct reference.' He seemed disappointed.

Your eyes narrowed, 'Dean was the T.V.-savvy, all right! Will you do it or not?'

'Dean won't be happy with this - we're deceiving him.'

'You would know - you've racked up quite the experience.'

'I've trusted the wrong people over him before Y/N. He won't forgive me.'

You glide past the fact that he called you "wrong", turning to finally face him. 'I trust you over Benny, Castiel. Will you or will you not divert Dean towards the portal?'

'He wants to take care of you,' Castiel persisted.

'I know - chivalry isn't dead or whatever. But Cas, we're running out of time! Kan-fir wants to end this, sooner than Dick figures out this complicated shit. There's one weapon, and the opportunity's only shown up now - do you feel me? I need to save her, and I need Dean to be out of Purgatory before the weapon implodes!'

'I understand your concerns. But Dean isn't a child - or a commodity you want delivered to Earth. Dean can handle himself.'

'Doesn't mean he should have to, Castiel,' you barked. 'I'm not his responsibility either - but here he is, isn't he? We both are running the same race. And I will win, with or without you. The Dwarves are so much more powerful than you, so it would do you good to side with me. Lest you want to be as blindsided as your precious best friend is.'

He took a pregnant pause to let the open threat sink in. '. . . I'm with you.'

'Good. Now, get Dean, and try not to screw up.'

Castiel moved to the door when there was a knock on it.

"I don't like this," was Benny's first response when you'd announced the plans of your wayward group of hunters.

Dean and Castiel, who had experience fighting side-by-side in battle, would head one of the factions, most probably the third one, and attack the Leviathans head on. You weren't saying you were too happy about Dean running head on into danger, but honestly, what was new?

Plus, your reprimands would be like a pot calling out to a kettle.

Besides, Castiel would make sure that halfway through the fight, anytime he sensed an overpowering bunch of those monsters were going to attack them, he would lead Dean astray by saying that sensed more assist was required in the opposite direction - and soon, he would be leading Dean down to the portal where you would converge with Y/N and Benny. The Dwarves found the exact location of the portal and gave it to Castiel. You just prayed Castiel didn't grow cold feet.

He was unhappy about lying to Dean, as you were about being paired up with Benny. The vamp wasn't your first choice; he became your only.

Benny and you had a better idea of how substantiated the forest was than either Dean or Castiel; which was putting aside the fact that a human from this Purgatory's planet, and an angel would attract just too many monsters. It would be like inviting the whole Leviathan population for a barbecue.

'This is not good,' the Cajun repeated under his breath.

You rolled your eyes and swung off to another tree, giving him a beat to follow. Your eyes scanned the area but nothing seemed off to you. You were deep into the territory of Leviathans. Deep like cold cuts in a freezer, ready to be blazed and eaten. It was pertinent that you both maintained silence.

A fact that Benny was trying his best to abide by.

But when you'd passed by a herd of battle-ready Centaurs, he had to remind you how stupid this endeavor might as well be.

Eighty-five percent of chance said the American version wasn't even alive anymore. You were running out of delusions to imagine that they'd simply placed her on a torture rack somewhere instead of turning her into a pile of ashes no one gave a fuck about.

Another half an hour passed, and the fewer Leviathans you saw, the more worried you were getting. It's a miracle you hadn't bitten off someone's (Benny's) head. The fewer monsters you saw here, the more had been sent off to the battle where Dean was. Already, a day had passed since the war commenced.

None of it was not good for your anxiety.

'I thought you had the address,' Benny prodded after a while.

You had to breathe deeply. 'Consider this a complex or a cluster of buildings. Forgive me if it's taking me time to reach the apartment - clever kidnappers tend to cover their fucking tracks.'

'Dwarves are supposed to be good at sniffing out that kinda shit.'

'This is the best lead we could've gotten.'

'We're wasting our time,' Benny complained.

'You didn't have to come with me!' you protested, turning on the tips of your toes, scratching the bark of the branch that you both were perched on like birds. 'You could've stayed back at camp, or gone with Dean like a good little bloodhound!'

Yes, you'd sought Dean for help. Yes, you realised that Benny would be more expendable than Dean. No, you were not about to tolerate his bitching and moaning.

He gave you an impatient look and if you didn't know any better, you could've sworn that Dean's soul had entered his body when he said: 'You didn't ask to be stuck with Dean or his soulmate either, but here you are risking your life for nothing.'

Did he just spew common sense? You were rusty, you'd lost yours a long while back.

'What's it to you?'

He rolled his eyes. 'Dean's like my brother. He would kill me if I left your reckless ass on line.'

Oh, so that was what this was about.

You sensed that Dean might've cornered Benny and ordered him to keep an eye on you while you lead point on your messed up way of salvation.

At least Benny's loyal.

'There,' Benny pointed.

At five o'clock, there was a body half-lying on the ground, and half in the stream. Had to be a monster; alive or sleeping.

Both of you swung over to the tree it was under. You leaned backward till your legs were bent at the knees, allowing you to hook yourself on the branch, upside-down, to get a closer look. It was something your Dean had taught you, the upside-down trick - to remove your fear of trees forever.

You didn't know if it was blood rushing down to your brain or actual nausea when you saw its face . . . Her face. Your face.

Patches of hair were pulled out, skin frayed in too many places. So much sanguine had already bled out that now it was verging on black - a medical omen of death.

You did an abdominal crunch, and came face to face with Benny again, who was holding your quiver.

'It's her.'

His brows furrowed. 'Why would they leave her alone?'

That was a good question.

This could be a trap, was communicated in one look.

'One way to find out,' you pursed your lips. 'Cover me?'

You made your descent without waiting for his response. You heard the slightest ruffle of leaves, in which Benny had slacked off to another tree for better visuals, while you steadily climbed down.

You stepped lightly on your feet next to the body. There were no signs of movement from her. You judged her face and wondered if Levithans could even replicate wounds when they take a face - because make-up products were definitely not a popular sale/purchase material down here - this couldn't be a Leviathan, right?

You untied one of your Borax water balloons, and gently poured it over her face. She didn't sizzle, but neither did she twitch.

You got worried, as you signaled Benny to get down there. You kneeled beside her, and unscrewed your bottle of the healing potion. You parted her lips by holding her face up with one hand under her jaw. Only a rivulet or two of the sewer-tasting liquid escaped her mouth.

'Will she live?' Benjamin questioned when he was near.

'Don't ask stupid questions.'

She had to live.

You kept pouring it down her gullet till the bruises on her lightened, and most of the scars mostly sealed up. The lost blood wasn't retrieved, but new would circulate in a while, maybe then she wouldn't appear as blanched. By the time the bottle was vacant, she was still terribly hurt, and showed no signs of regaining consciousness.

'We need more,' Benny observed, the same thing you did.

You sighed through your nose. 'Did you ever go to a gym, Benny?'

'If you're asking me to carry her while committing mediocre tree-hopping, you're gonna be disappointed.'

'Who said I'm asking?'

'You carry her.'

'You're not the only one who failed gym class, Benny.' You had a decent upper-body, but you couldn't carry another person like that - that was more Dean's thing; that strong, beautiful bastard. The man was frigging Hercules.

'What, the invincible Y/N L/N can't even pull her own weight?' he sassed, grinning about the pun he just made.

You made a sour face, 'I didn't like you before, but at least I didn't judge you. Besides, I'll have you know, I believe in quality over quantity.'

'If you're so smart, then get us out of here without the way of the trees,' he snapped.

You shot him a scathing look, wondering if you could threaten to leave his Cajun ass behind. Though, you feared if he would be just another person for Dean to stay back for. So, you took a breath of patience (a lot of it), and assessed your surroundings.

You still weren't sure why Y/N was alone, and if her guards were going to be back. You needed to transport faster. What could possibly be a better mode than the trees?

'Benny, you were a pirate, right?'

He looked at you uncertainly. 'Did I tell you that?'

He didn't have to. You'd been suspicious of it since so many other things of their world have been similar to yours.

Question for a question, 'Do you know the concept of upstate? Royalty?'

'What are you playing at?' he bit first.

'I'm playing Purgatory politics,' you explained. 'We're upstream. Upstate means elite. Leviathans think they're royalty.'

'You want to sail?' the incredulity made him take a step back to understand if you were in your right mind.

You shrugged. 'We row far enough, we reach the outcasts.'

'The Dwarves,' he pieced together. 'The currents are in our favour, but how will we go undetected?'

You didn't rectify him by saying that you were going to sail past the Dwarves, who were rebels of Purgatory at best, and you were going to sail to the outcasts, which was where the Portal existed - where the humans should be, the actual outcasts.

'We have enough Borax balloons to fight if it comes to that,' you theorized. 'Unless you're too scared.'

His ego wouldn't let him deny the risk you were asking him to take. 'What do you need?'

'Tree sap, bark, leaves,' you listed off with a winning smile. 'So many leaves.'

He ran a hand over his scratchy brown beard. 'I see regret in my future.'

'My old friend, tell her hi for me!' you said, sarcastically cheery.

He flipped you the bird.

You were underway in a sturdy makeshift boat by the end of the second hour. Surprisingly, and a relief it was, when no Leviathans showed up to check on your doppelganger. You could work with undivided attention, and stitched up a storm with an arrowhead you broke off.

The boat didn't have a very good shape. It was buoyant because of the woody base, it was connected through a leafy cover, and joined by gooey tree sap. The rows were just as misshapen, but workable. At least the surface was wide enough for one person to lie on, and two to stand or sit on. Both you and Benny were on opposite ends, rowing continuously, as fast as your energies would allow.

'Where did you learn to make this?' he enquired randomly.

You were immediately flashing back to your Earth. Voices floating in your mind: instructions. You blinked back the anger that was burgeoning, just thinking back to your "teacher".

'Angels had Heaven, the skies; Demons had Hell, the underground; Humans had Land, the surface; Monsters had the Seas. Pirates, everywhere, all monsters. And when you want to travel overseas, it's easier to pass through the Monsters' jurisdiction than it is the Angels'.

'Our world's "travel agent", Jack, hooked my mother for my travels. I met you when I was transferred to Europe.'

'You weren't born there?' he seemed surprised.

'My parents were Leaders. And when the Wars run as long as ours did, there's always nepotism. I was declared as a potential co-Leader of Europe after I was born. And for the authenticity of it, I had a British nanny. I was raised a European. But I got to go there only after I turned twenty-five - that's usually the year of a Leader's initiation.'

'And my clone took you there?'

You bit your lip, and practiced breathing for a while. You remember his promise of being an honorable monster, a man of his word. You'd never truly believed him, a reason why you couldn't hate this version too much.

It was Castiel who had betrayed you.

'I was a curious person,' you indulged.

"Was" being a keyword. You have felt curious or like a person in a long time.

'I'd never been near a boat in my entire life,' you shared. 'We made a deal: boat knowledge for an island we weren't using.'

'Were you that rich?' he asked in surprise.

'The richest,' you shrugged.

He hummed. 'Thought nothing bad ever happened to the rich,' he said, somewhat bitter.

'Money can't buy lives. Or loyalty. Or happiness. Not that I'd expect you to understand.'

A pause.

'There a reason why you hate me?' he finally acknowledged the elephant in the room.

'By the time of the concluding war, only the Alpha Vampire remained as a representative of your monster faction . . . you were his second-in-command.'

Lot of money in it, you added in your mind. Benny and The Bloody Princess' (his ship) background checks had only indicated a hand-to-mouth existence, thus, a sort-of ally to humans who could give them blood bags in exchange for transport . . .

All that while he'd been working directly for the Alpha, spying on the hunters and trafficking the innocent ones.

'You didn't know?' he guessed, based on the thickness of your voice.

'No.' You found resistance when you tried to swallow.

'Did I kill someone close to ya?' he put his hand on the money.

'Doesn't matter,' you shook your head. You cannot go there. 'You're saving someone close to me now. That's more important.'

'Why are you trusting me now?'

You smirked, the fool. 'You know what they say,' you said. 'Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice? . . . If I have to finish that sentence, Benny, consider it your eulogy.'

Both of you knew the resounding truth ringing behind that warning.

He steered you to another topic: 'Since we're bonding—'

'We're not.'

'—why are you saving her?'

'She's Dean soulm—'

'Cut the crap.'

Time to lay on the lies. 'What tipped you off?' you led him on.

'At first? Human carriers can have more than one monster through the portal, but the more monsters there are, the harder it is for the human to survive, and you wouldn't risk his life that way.'

That had been your plan. Your plan had been to train her in your accent and to familiarize her with the territory a bit till she could fool Dean enough. It was a long shot, but not impossible.

It wasn't until she actually died that you realized she had to travel under Dean's skin. Messed up your whole plan.

'He's . . . resilient,' you told Benny, keeping the charade up.

'Fine. But that couldn't be your current plan.' Benny was sharp, you noted. 'That would have been before he knew that only you or her can live on the planet. He won't let her travel willingly now. Not unless you go through the portal first. Before she does with him.'

You knew that. Dean believed in defying the multi-dimensional norms of the various Universes, and as admirable as it is, it sometimes pissed you off. Sometimes the goddamned universes are just more powerful.

'What are you doing with her, chéri?'

'Do you believe . . .' you purposely acted reluctant. 'Are you aware of how Leviathans can be killed once and for all?'

You heard the water on his side stop splashing for a second. 'Bedtime story. There's a single weapon that can kill the Dwarves or the Leviathans - one that kills the Leaders and erases the rest of their population. Not just them, works on every Leader. Once you eliminate the Leader, you kill every groupie under him, here, in Purgatory. But no one's ever seen or heard of it.'

You stop rowing for effect. 'She is it, Benny. We had the weapon when we had her.'

'. . . Do the Dwarves know?'

'They found out this morning, and told me. They made a new plan . . . in which the weapon dies alongside the Leviathans.'

'Damn.'

Tears burned your eyes. 'Indeed.'

You stood on the water's edge . . . No, wait. That was your face-thief. You were dreamwalking again. She looked pensive as she stared at the house in front of her - it resembled a gazebo out of a fairytale book. There was a book sinking slowly into the water, a disturbance to the place's idyllic nature.

There was something else that was off . . .

Then, you saw it. The edges were wilting as if this was an old chapter of an ongoing book. Usually, when you dreamwalked, your scenes were fresher, more present, but this seemed like you were visiting a memory of hers.

You'd rarely ever used this skill of yours. You usually could only tap into the memories of someone you'd sorta bonded with; it made you uncomfortable to know that the Brit was one of them.

In walked a tiny figure. A Dwarf, you noted - those miniature bastards. You recognised this one as Kan-fir.

'Sad.'

She stiffened before she turned to the perpetrator of the voice, she blinked at the air for a moment before her eyes were drawn way below to the King of the Dwarves.

'Oh, hey, cutie. Kan-fir sad?' she questioned, pronouncing his name with a silent "n".

He halted next to her. 'No. Y/N sad. Y/N sink journal about man human. Y/N miss Dean.'

She was rueful. 'Story of my life.'

You stepped closer to hear them better - you knew they couldn't see you, not unless your face-thief had initiated this meeting - which she didn't, because the color belonged to a past memory of hers.

'Go Dean.'

'I can't go to him!' she protested, fluent in understanding broken English. 'He deserves . . . He deserves to have someone who loves him for who he is.'

'You. Yes.'

She rolled her eyes. 'Did you get what I asked for?'

He sagely nodded. 'Cutie find Dean soulmate alive. Earth-living. Dreamwalker she, you right.'

'Oh, good, I can start visiting Y/Ns then. Did you get the African dream roots?'

He shook his head yes, before, 'Tip pro?'

'Yeah, tell me.'

'You kill soulmate, you live Dean. Back new Earth!'

Your habit of mistrusting people niggled in the back of your mind as the memory melded into another.

'Why do you prefer daylight?' she was asking.

'Dwarves and Leviathans: major-league, before BAN! Then, humans. Them force, monsters hide. Irony: biggest monster think broad daylight as possession. They control everything!' Kan-fir very passionately waved his pudgy hands for emphasis. 'We prefer daylight because we monstersbig.'

'Hmm,' she admitted, 'never thought of it that way. I must be a monster too, then, since humans preside over the daylight now. At least on Earths.'

'Never thought that way.'

You tried to stir towards the exit. You weren't comfortable seeing her memories like this - something you would never admit out loud.

However, you walked into a war room this time - the one where you'd first met the Brit Y/N in person, bound and gagged. You remembered because you'd both stayed there for a day before you left.

Y/N was pacing the room, looking stressed. 'Is it true?'

'We research,' Kan-fir said grimly. 'America right. She need be under Dean skin for exit Purgatory.'

You realised this must be on the day that you first met your face-thief. After you asked her how you both were gonna convince Dean to carry you . . . You'd left the Dwarves the same day.

'How did we not know this!?' she threw her hands in the air. '

Kan-fir huffed. 'Busy with war things.'

'Well, it would have been nice to know, Kan-fir!' she was almost scolding. 'There goes my plan to fool Dean into thinking she was me! We had an agreement—I fight war for you, and you help me save Dean!'

Kan-fir crossed his arms. 'Down tone. No like loud.'

She budged. 'I'm sorry. I'm just . . . how do we send her back? She's here. We brought her here.'

'Don't send. You go.'

Fear and anger oiled your heart into acceleration. This was twice now that Kan-fir had mentioned it . . . more importantly, has the Brit been lying to you all this time when she promised she would send you home? . . . She was a better person than that, right?

You decided to seek a memory that would prove her innocence . . . still, dread was settling in your stomach.

Another remembrance played.

A Dwarf burst in, 'Fairies kid-sleeped Y/N two!'

'What?' Y/N asked. 'Why would they kidnap her? We have got to get her back!'

Castiel put a hand on her shoulder to stop her in her hammock. 'You're still weak. You just woke up.'

'I don't care! Cee-cee, call Kan-fir. I'm going to need back-up.'

She shook her head. 'Kan-fir say no.'

'What?'

'Worth not. Like not,' she shrugged. 'You alone.'

'Oh, come on! We brought her into this mess!'

She shook her head vigorously then. 'You brought Y/N two, you brought mess. For stupid man human.'

'And according to our pact - you protect her!'

She pursed her lips. 'Protect man human. No soulmate. You contribute not more - so, we help not more. Buh-bye.'

She turned and left.

You scoffed, 'Can you believe them?'

Castiel was impassive. 'Dwarves look out for themselves first. Even if they're fond of someone.'

She clenched her jaw, 'I guess we enlist Dean's help, then.'

You made the memory fade into other.

'Are you sure?'

'Tested,' one of the Dwarves from the little group said, Kan-fir in their lead.

'Y/N two be weapon, Y/N,' Kan-fir interjected.

'How did you . . . ?' she looked appalled. 'You said you'd stop taking blood from us! Taking it from Dean to identify her soulmate was the last time.'

The Dwarves looked at each other, somewhat embarrassed.

A wise, old Dwarf took responsibility for explanation, 'Sav-ty steal when Sav-ty lift her.'

You recognized him as the Dwarf who kidnapped you.

'That's horrible.'

'She horrible!' a female protested this time. 'Curse Dwarf-folk out!'

'Oh, so you're being patriotic by giving an innocent a death-sentence!?' she scoffed. 'Is that why you asked us to leave for the week? Because you wanted to test on her blood? You never were going to find a way out for her, were you?!'

Your blood ran cold as the truth came to you. That's why she'd been dodging your questions, because she didn't know what to do with you, herself. She only kept you away from the Dwarves so they could find another way, or as they confessed, so they could test your blood.

And you'd managed to disrupt that entire chain of events of your victimization by attacking Y/N.

Was that why she'd been so forgiving? Because she was guilty of what the Dwarves had done behind your backs?

'Why defence her!' Kan-fir puffed his chest out. 'Y/N two put Y/N one in coma!'

'Then she called Castiel—'

'Nan-nan say,' a third one stepped up, 'Us know now - she weapon. Ultimate benefit - she here, so, Leviathan - fuck son bitch - die!'

'Oh, so, she wasn't worth saving from the fairies but now that you can use her as a weapon, you are willing to save her from the heart of your nemesis' lair?'

'You understand,' Cee-cee beamed.

'Kan-fir?' she almost looked as if she'd been betrayed.

He looked torn, 'Sorry. But side with Dwarf-folk.'

The muscles in her jaw worked. 'Fine, but then I'm not gonna be a part of your pettiness.'

She made to leave but Kan-fir stopped her by placing a tiny palm on her calf. His eyes had a certain hard glint to them. 'I know you. You go after Y/N two now, against our wish, because you nice . . . But Kan-fir order - let Dwarf-folk have her.'

'That's not how this is going to go down—'

'Or Dean die.'

She looked like she'd been slapped in her face. 'What, no! He's not a part of this! That's not in the pact! My participation in your stupid war for his protection whenever he needs it! I'm giving you what you want!'

'Pact renew,' Kan-fir firmly posted. 'Give Y/N two. Dean live.'

'This is wrong,' she gritted out.

Kan-fir frowned. 'Good for you! You go home when she die a weapon. Want you that not?'

Frustrated tears built in her eyes. '. . . I do want to go home . . . I can't believe I'm doing this . . .'

For some reason, it broke your heart - once again, you'd judged wrong. Once more, someone chose themselves over you. The realisation dawned on you that she'd been playing the long con all along.

The scene shifted.

Castiel spoke, '. . . I'm with you.'

'Good. Now, get Dean, and try not to screw up.'

Castiel moved to the door when there was a knock on it. He wrenched it open to see no one until he gazed down, near his feet. The Dwarf King trotted in with two arrows appearing as overlarge spears in his hands. One had a blue feather, and the other red.

'Here,' Kan-fir offered her both.

You turned a sharp gaze at Castiel and he took the hint to leave; he closed the door behind himself.

'Red for Y/N two.'

'That'll eviscerate her on the spot?' she grimaced.

He nodded.

'And . . . through the heart, right?' she enquired. 'It should soak in blood before we kill Dick with it.'

'You bitch,' you mumbled. 'I'm going to kill you.

He nodded again. Then, 'Take. Blue for Y/N one. With it, we wish good luck.'

She tentatively grabbed them, inserting them into her quiver.

Kan-fir lurked, shuffling on his feet. 'You mad?Kan-fir no longer Cutie because Y/N no like Cutie anymore.'

She paused her movements for the minutest seconds before she resumed zipping everything up. She slung the bags on her, shifting them till they let her have an ease in movements. If you had to guess, it was so that she could jump across trees.

'Not mad,' she responded.

He looked ashamed, 'I, true monster.'

'If every person who put family first is a monster, then I fell in love with two biggest ones. Then, I'm surrounded by monsters . . . and I'm one, too. Because I'll be sacrificing so much for my new . . . Let's call them family.'

'You'll be sacrificing me!' you roared to no avail.

'. . . So, you go home.'

'Yeah,' a grin spread on her face. 'That eases my pain a little. I finally go home.'

'You be missed.'

She crooked half a smile. 'Likewise, Kan-fir.'

'Sorry for everything,' he said with regret.

She kneeled to ruffle his hair. 'Hug me good luck?'

The Dwarf King smiled small.

They both embraced while you fumed.

You steered yourself once more through the unpredictable mind - but fucking finally, you navigated out of her brain - you saw the white light and you rushed towards it.

You awoke with a jolt, you thought - you didn't feel it, probably because you were hanging upside down and blood saturated your brain. You had to blink way too much to understand what was in front of you - you were looking at the back of a person's legs, your face leveling up to their lower back.

Your hands hung on either side of your head, and you felt woozy. Your body was jerking now and again by the quick, sharp steps that the person carrying you took.

He didn't seem to have realised that you were awake yet, too engrossed in a conversation. His chest vibrated as he spoke deeply and your legs were against it as he pinned you with a hand around the back of your knees; you were just a sack of potatoes for him.

' . . . can't believe you sunk the ship,' the words sharpened into focus.

'Did you want to be caught?'

You recognised that voice. You felt relief trek through you - knowing it wasn't the Leviathans - before betrayal raced against it, and reached all the corners of your body faster than the calmness could - it warmed the tips and fibres of your body.

You fought off the sting with entitlement.

'And what - the water creatures won't be after us? You should've burned it,' the accent was unfamiliar to you. But it did not sound like anyone you know . . . unless . . . there is a distant memory in your mind of someone with that voice . . .

'We weren't planning to stick around! And fire is just a bat signal. It's what you see in Purgatory before devils come running.'

'Just shut up - and tell me where the battle is.'

'Oh, we aren't going to the battle - we're going to the portal.'

The man stopped abruptly, your head smashed into the small of his back . . . What is he, a fucking wall?

You resisted consoling your poor smushed nose.

'Tell me you're fucking kidding, chéri.'

Benjamin Laffitte, it clicked into your head. The vampire.

You gogt to regulating your heartbeats immediately. As a vampire, he would sense if you were awakee and privy to their conversation if he concentrated.

'Nope. Castiel must already be there with Dean. Come on!'

'You lied to him?!' he briskly paced forth. 'And Castiel let you?'

'Let me?' she evaded the real question, 'Cas is like a baby. You bribe him, he does anything you want.'

'What did you give him?'

'Penance.'

'What—?'

A loud cluster of clomping cut him off. He reverted quickly to hide around a tree, banging your head against the bark in the process.

'Be careful!' Y/N hissed, her legs coming into your sight.

'Today is just not her day.'

Ya fucking think?

'How many?'

The legs bent to check from the other side. 'Five.'

'That's too many.'

'Why don't you be a good boy, and play hooky towards the stream down yonder while I—'

'Oh, I'm not falling for that - I'm not letting you out of my sight. We both fight.'

'Whatever, dude. Just don't get killed.' She made to leave before, before she retraced, 'On second thoughts, you have my blessing.' Then, she disappeared.

He huffed, 'I hate her.'

Benny dumped you on the ground without ceremony. You shut your eyes and relaxed. He propped you up as best as he could against the tree while you tried hard to appear limp. He hurried after the infamous woman.

You opened your eyes and blew out a breath. 'Me, too, pal.'

You straightened yourself, and took a peek around the immense circular stock (seriously, does no one in Purgatory get afraid thinking that a tree can fall on them?) to time your getaway.

The monster of today were Centaurs. Half-man, half-horse.

Y/N was using the hanging branches to gain leverage, shooting for the cardinal organs. Benny tried to backstab them while they were distracted, he was literally running round and round, making the horses chase their own tail until he pierced them with his weapon. The Centaurs were angrily braying, and even going on their hind legs in protestation.

Years of Purgatory had deteriorated their intelligence on a battleground. They were way too far, and way too engaged with the relatively new-age warriors to notice you.

You didn't know what you would do with your life now - but you certainly weren't going to die here all alone . . . You just needed time to think.

Yeah. Time to think. I can do that.

A smile grew, and you booked it stage left, feeling free.

Freedom comes with obstacles.

The first obstacle was the aches in your joints and bones. You weren't human but you got hurt like one - why, God, why?

You'd been walking upstream when you encountered the second one: a small troop of Dwarves.

Why must my obstacle course be this hard?

'Y/N one!' exclaimed the Dwarf in the lead. Two others flanked him, sharing his excitement.

You don't correct them. 'Well, 'ello, you!' even you didn't believe the phony British accent.

'Why you alone?'

Hope told you that for such intelligent creatures, linguistics wouldn't be where they singled you out.

Panicking, you said the first thing that came to your mind. 'Centaurs!' was a squeak.

Their brows furrowed.

You internally kicked yourself, and forced the posh obnoxious accent. 'Centaurs attacked, and I played . . . hooky,' you used a word you'd heard her use a while ago. 'Benny left with Y/N . . . two,' you added.

They accepted your answer. This was easy.

'Majesty ask: Where Y/N one say goodbye?'

'The portal,' you blurted.

If you took too long to reply, the ruse would lift. Y/N one knows what she's talking about, you don't. You can't afford the privilege to think.

They all shared confused pouts. 'Portal?' the lady-Dwarf, as the right flank, wondered.

Anxiety concerned you again - that's where your face-thief would go, right? That traitor was going to leave Purgatory with Dean there!

'That's where Dean is,' the accent fluctuated like your uncertainty.

The third Dwarf frowned. 'Exactly.'

Before you could come up with a lame defence, the first Dwarf snapped his fingers. 'Unless! Goodbye with Dean.'

Satisfied, they all murmured in understanding. Not that you knew what went through their heads - long as they don't ask you again, you don't care.

'Now, there, mate, won't you go fetch your King, and I'll see him at the Portal,' you suggested, plastering a smile to go along.

You'd thought you'd safely diverted everyone to the portal, giving you time and rest of the Purgatory to figure out a solution in.

'Good sounding,' the third one said. 'Sar-se, and I go tell. Y/N one leave with Yve-tt,' he pointed at the girl.

'Why!?' you whined Americanly, then, hurried in Brit, 'I mean, I can reach the portal by myself.'

'Danger roam,' argued Yve-tt. 'Leviathan wanting you. Help you, me. Take you, I.'

'Right,' you cleared your throat. 'Well, darlin', I just didn't want to be a bother, see?'

'Mind not, I!' she beamed.

You leashed your tongue lest it starts to curse out this 3x1 foot pain in your ass. 'Of course you don't!' you faked enthusiasm, 'Know why? 'Cause you're awesome!'

She giggled unattractively. The Dwarves stepped away with identical smiles (they all look the same to you).

She started leading you down the path, downstream, opposite where you were headed, and where the other Dwarves left at. While you wondered if your newfound Leviathan harming powers worked on Dwarves as well.

'You're sure we're headed the right way?'

Castiel nodded absent-mindedly. The Dwarves had given him elaborate instructions with intense gesticulating. Castiel knew that if the situation had been cheerier, he would have made friends out of them - they were adorable. Like bees, and monkeys, and everything in between.

'Five more minutes.'

Dean uneasily kept in step with his best friend. It had been almost two days into the war, and none of the parties seemed close to giving up - he'd never known any monsters before of such resilience - it was frankly annoying and he wanted them to die.

Speaking of resilience.

'Do you know where Y/N is?'

In the last two days, he'd asked that more times than he'd like to count; and he felt that ugly twinge of jealousy every time Castiel answered. You had made it a regular thing to discuss whereabouts with Castiel apparently. It was as grating as it was comforting to know.

'Last I heard, they sunk the ship and took to the foot. They are headed to safety. Fortunately, no Leviathans followed. Y/N thinks your soulmate killed her guards, thus, there was no one.'

Dean's thoughts wandered. He tried not to let your words filter in his mind on a loop, but their sting clung to him like an unseen thorn.

It's not like he didn't have a basic idea of why you were attracted to him. He had the face of your fucking fiancé - but it did not stop him from feeling . . . used.

Had he been that easy to cast aside?

How easily you reduced him to his face. A skin-deep attraction that you used as a crutch for your pain.

He was envious of his own lookalike. How can he have the girl, and not have her at the same time? Is the difference between doppelgangers really that much?

He lingered on his meeting with his own soulmate then. Same face, same voice; he spotted a smidge of difference (the accent, but you had already pretty much phased it out) before she was ripped away from him.

He tried to dwell on the fact that she is a monster. But his eyes darted to his angelic companion, and then he thought of Benny. The people he calls his best friends are nothing short of powerful. Even Sam has dabbled with powers once upon a time. Dean had the tiniest experience of being a vampire - but he never fully embraced that part of him . . . which makes him wonder how much of a different would powers make someone.

Definitely a lot. If his soulmate is a monster, then, there's a good chance she isn't a good person. And he doesn't think he can accept that.

Why can't he just have you?

He sighed through his nose - he was starting to get tired of his own whining, his childish stubbornness.

He needed to break the silence.

'So, do you, uh, did Y/N talk about me? You know, about the one with the same handsome face, but the better personality? Her soulmate?'

Real fuckin' improvement, rattled in his mind, heavy on the sarcasm. But the question was shot, with a lot of due resentment.

Castiel levelled him with a dry look. 'Sometimes.'

He forced his facial muscles to remain poker. 'Oh?'

Castiel smartly didn't take the bait, just nodded.

Dean was beginning to think that spending time with you had taught him to answer with silence. The frustration from his initial months with you tried to claw at him, but he took a subtle,e steadying breath.

'Cas?'

'Yes?' he tilted his head, kept trudging forward.

'She's not . . . She's not planning to run away, is she?'

He was desperate to hear just one confirmation.

As if summoned by your mention, his name was called by you. And then Castiel's.

He turned with a certain amount of relief to see you, with Benny in tow.

'Where is Y/N?' Castiel asked.

Dean wondered the same.

Y/N appeared distressed. 'We lost her!'

'Y/N?' the green-eyed man confirmed, because the number of times she seemed to get lost was becoming unreal - did this woman not want to go home?

'Second and only,' Benny tsked.

'This is all your fault!' the first and only whipped to point fingers. 'You should've stayed with her!'

'And lose you? No chance.'

The blond man was secretly grateful. Something he wouldn't say out loud unless he wanted to get punched by you in the face.

'Look,' Dean expelled a breath. 'Focus here. Do we find her now or what?'

'We're so close to the portal,' groaned Benny.

'What?'

'She lied to you again, Chief. Cas here was supposed to lead you away from the battle and towards the portal,' he casually revealed.

'Benny!'

Dean's indignant eyes found Castiel's, who was grimacing. His anger settled deep in his belly, and he resisted picking up the same fight again - he was getting really tired of how helpless they were rendering him.

'You're fucking impossible, you know that?' Dean spat at you instead.

'Oh, I'm the impossible one!?' she practically screeched. 'You don't understand, do you!? Can't you see what we've done to one another!?'

Dean hesitated.

He's never seen you so mad, outwardly, at least - he knows how much you tend to suppress. And losing his soulmate was starting to become your undoing.

This is a mess - falling for you has been like falling into quicksand, and all he can feel is suffocated, and trapped.

'We make each other helpless, Dean!' she shrieked, verbalising what he never dared to.

Because despite feeling like the walls have been closing down on him, he still knew that falling for you has been his biggest high.

How toxic is that?

He didn't say that either.

Nevertheless, you seemed to know.

'This is not love! Not true love!' you stamped your feet petulantly. 'This is not right - why can't you fucking see that?! Love makes you strong, not so fucking weak like we've made one another! We can never be more; we can never be each other's strengths; we can never be together! Why can't you understand that?' Your tears brimmed.

His jaw clenched while the other two men shuffled on their feet uncomfortably.

Dean felt embarrassment reddening the tips of his cheeks and the expanse of his neck. Mostly, he felt you words decorate into his chest like pieces of shrapnel. Red-hot coal of anger cooked his brain.

'I didn't ask you to be with me,' he said, deadly calm. 'I just asked you to leave with me.'

Benny jumped to answer before you could double his misery. 'Problem solved. Chéri, here, is traveling back with us. Her deal with the Supreme Dwarf was altered the morning of two days ago, she's using the replica to end the Levithans.'

Another lie, he bitterly holds in.

He was there that morning. You could've simply told him that. Maybe then he wouldn't have simped after you for the last two days to Castiel. Maybe then the seemingly unforgiving lead in his chest would have lifted earlier.

As relieved as he was to hear it, a part of him was just more upset with you. How can you be so horrible to him?

'She is?'

Castiel was just as confused as him - Dean was secretly appeased (because you seemingly didn't tell Cas everything).

Before you can throw out your defences (none of which he has the patience to hear anymore), more of those bird whistles echoed through the forest - much louder than what he had heard back at the camp, two days ago.

Your face drained of color. 'Oh, fuck, no!' With that platitude, you sprinted off in the direction of where he now knows the portal is.

'Y/N, wait!' Castiel called out, running after you.

Dean and Benny exchanged an unhappy look, following suit.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

This is not how this was supposed to go down. Everything is falling apart.

The American is lost; you lost your shit on the human; half-truths were in the air; and now this.

That call was supposed to be rung in the last phase of the war! And not a second before Dean was out of here. Not only did the Dwarves violate that part of your request, but also they rang it near the fucking portal!

You ran faster than you had in years - so much so that you had a fucking stitch in your side (not a normal occurrence) by the time you reached the site.

There was the portal, thin, and multi-dimensional, glowing weird colours. Your eyes were already jumping to the multitude of Dwarves there.

'How could you do this to me!?' you hissed out to Kan-fir as soon as you stopped in front of him.

His brows slanted inwards. 'What?'

'This! Kan-fir, I told you not to call the end of the war until Dean is safely back home! But you called the Leviathans right here! To the only exit!'

You panted huffily, barely catching any breath in between your emotional outbursts, only soothed by the puffs of adrenaline in your system.

He looked genuinely befuddled. 'But Y/N one ask to meet Leviathans while she say goodbye to man human, the Dean!'

'When did I say—!?' your breath caught. 'That bitch!'

Your scream startled the Dwarves in the vicinity. 'You call King, bitch?' one of the civilians frowned in protest.

You could s-c-r-e-a-m.

Dean and Castiel called your name, alternatively - finally in range to be audible.

'Kan-fir, I didn't ask this - the American did,' you seethed.

'I talk you!' stepped up Sar-se. 'We left Yve-tt and you!'

'Well, obviously, you made a mistake!' you can't seem to not panic. 'Can you see Yve-tt here!?'

He actually checked.

You closed your eyes: Don't make Dwarves your football, don't make Dwarves your football . . .

'What we do?' Kan-fir asked.

I don't know, was seated on the tip of your tongue. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know . . .

Castiel's voice called your name out, much closer. He gave the Dwarves one look, and he knew - he was the only one who knew the whole plan.

Dean and Benny were at his heels.

'Y/N! Sweetheart, what—?'

His question was cut off by the loud thudding footsteps. Of the Leviathans. Their entire army had arrived.

This was the part you'd been dreading.

You had asked the Dwarves to call a "negotiation" after you'd safely seen Dean off to his homeland. Wherein the Dwarves and the Leviathans would have a final showdown, with both the Heads available (not much talking they would do), and they would fight to death . . . With the weapon.

'You have to leave,' Castiel gravely informed the other human.

'What's going on?'

'The last battle,' Benny grimly informed. 'Take us home, brother.'

Dean met your eyes, and you froze. You didn't know what he was looking for. You just knew you didn't have it.

He rolled one of his sleeves up, and began the spell, soon absorbing Benny's soul into his forearm; it squirmed like lava underneath his skin, Dean didn't react on the face-value, but his face had tightened.

'Come on,' he extended his other hand to you.

'What he doing, Y/N?' Kan-fir asked suspiciously.

'Well, well, well. Isn't this a party?' a gloating voice joined the chaos.

Your unyielding body finally stepped towards Dean, and to his side just as "Dick" and his entourage filed into the increasingly shortening clearing.

Kan-fir, followed by his loyal citizens swarmed all around their XXXL-sized comrades (you guys).

'We meet again,' Kan-fir replied with confidence - and a glint that scared most monsters.

Dick's face coiled in disgust, his eyes flitting between Kan-fir, and Dean, staying on the latter man for a second longer.

Your hands snaked around his Benny-free one and squeezed. 'You have to get to the portal, darling.'

'We do,' he quietly persisted.

You kept forgetting your lies to him. 'Right. Sorry.'

Neither of you still moved. The line of Dwarves - bless their little souls and bodies - provided zero cover.

'We didn't know you adopted a circus of freaks, brother.'

'Only freak Kan-fir see is you,' the little finger jabbed the air. He was proud of his improving English.

Dick's face twitched. 'I was hoping you would apologise to me. But I guess you haven't learned your lesson.'

'We teach you. We have weapon!' the little King boasted.

'You mean - this?'

The Leviathans parted and an unconscious Dwarf was spat out, and then much heftier, still conscious, monster.

Of fucking course! She got kidnapped. AGAIN!

'Does that woman have no skills?' you scoffed to yourself. Though a part of you was relieved that she was right where you could see.

Okay, okay, okay. Revised plan, you consoled yourself. I can do this. Everyone's here.

'You didn't think you'd be the only one with a plan, did you, you pesky little killjoy?' Dick smirked

His fingers encased something in his belt, and you belatedly realised what it was - when it stabbed into the heart of your doppelganger!

A scream was ripped from your lungs - and the world cranked into fast forward.

He ripped the dagger out and callously let her fall to the ground for the dead. Dean held you back, and you understood that you'd jerked in that direction by reflex. He was already dragging you to the portal.

The Dwarves yelled and crashed against the lines of Leviathans. The little minions were overwhelmingly good against the black-goo-filled crap-bags.

'Cas, come on!' Dean ordered over your head.

You were still in shock, your eyes fixated on your face-thief. A guilt and regret tugging at your insides, fighting against the shock.

You were too locked up in your own head to see the portal a foot away.

'Sweetheart, climb in!' Dean urgently demanded.

You locked eyes with his green irises, but it wasn't his voice that ran rampant in your mind.

You're mine, darlin'. Just mine. And I'm yours.

The haze in your mind was torn apart by a shout and a lunge of a sword that you only saw from the corner of your eye.

'Dean!' you finally found your voice.

You threw your body in front of him, and your momentum pushed him back into the portal. You gasped, falling into the ground with a pained cry, that was overridden by Dean's protesting one.

Your eyes blurred only for a second, but by the time you could see, you only noticed Dean's desperate countenance trying to get off the portal. Yet, the thin pocket of time and space has zipped up, and been lost to Purgatory forever.

The goodbye poised at the tip of your tongue was left unsaid . . . Forever.

You took a shuddering breath - unsure if it was from pain of the dagger lodged in your abdomen or the relief of knowing that Dean is finally safe.

I did it! The exhilaration did not last long though.

Your tremouring fingers grabbed the blade and the hilt tightly, and you gave yourself a count of three before you ripped it from yourself with a devastating sob. Your head fell back, and tears trekked down the sides of your face even though dark spots competed with them to take your vision first.

A laugh made you blink back everything. A Leviathan entered your periphery.

'Didn't know it would be so easy to take you down. For a legend, you're pathetic . . . Why are you smiling?'

You didn't know you were. 'Because,' you snapped your left leg with all your might into his knee, making him lose balance and fall forward into the waiting dagger. You hoisted upwards, ignoring the urge to hurl when your wound was pressurized; you grabbed a Borax arrow on the way. 'For a monster, you don't scare me.' Gruesomely, you struck his cerebral facilities; your arrow impaling the ground.

You granted your burning lungs a moment of oxygen before you stood. Your old mannerisms surfaced: stab, dodge, roll, repeat.

The place was crawling with both teams - but you're just looking for a good vantage point from where you can shoot Y/N - before she dies by herself, that is.

You saw many of the Dwarves you recognised, dying momentarily, and then waking up again, dusting off, and throwing themselves at the Leviathans with a new zeal.

Even Castiel was pitching in quite a lot, smiting all he could. Piling up decapitated Leviathans, and avoiding being eaten by the rest.

You guessed you were the most astonished by Kan-fir - and how . . . scrappy he was. No wonder he was the King with how he was running up and down Dick, finding new spots to bite, and using his toothpick-sized knife (coated in Borax) to weaken Dick from unusual places.

You downed another asshole; she took you down with a mean right-hook, you disabled her hands and head. That's when, through the shuffling footsteps, you saw her.

Propped weakly against a tree, eyes dropping, mouth leaking with drool and blood.

You grunted as you went, ducking two engagements with Leviathans and rushing to sidestep a shrieking Cee-cee who could deafen her enemy.

Y/N was in your full view now, when a punch into your side knocked you against the nearest tree.

Your hands broke your fall, except your jaw, which slammed and scraped. You groaned, having bitten your tongue; the metallic taste flooded your mouth.

The other Y/N whimpered, trying to slink away from you, but only managing to fall into the ground. She heaved heavily, otherwise motionless.

The Leviathan hauled you off the bark and lifted you by the collars. He beat you against the tree repeatedly and the quiver on your back shattered the fifth time, the arrows collected at your feet. Then, he framed you on the tree, letting the stray pieces of your broken quiver dig into your back while he used you as his punching bag. He scratched and clawed whatever skin he could reach. Then he dropped you, letting your weak legs crumble like grass under you. You fell to your knees, bruised and swollen all over. Your nose was broken, your lips torn. You knew for sure there was a black-eye because you could only squint with the left one. Your abdominal wound had taken a few more hits, which had spouted more blood, and you knew that you had a few broken ribs.

He walked past you knowing you were dead meat.

You swallowed the claret in your mouth, sniffling ever so slightly, your ears catching the tailend of his phrase, ' . . . stupid whore trying to steal the weapon on my watch.'

Your hands slung the bow off your body slowly, it was somehow intact after the cruel and relentless beating you took. Your fingernails dug around the ground in an effort to reach the stack of arrows - only two mattered to you.

Red for Y/N two . . . eviscerate on spot . . . blue for Y/N one . . . through the heart . . .

You took a total of five.

You used the tree you had been hit against as a support to stand.

The Leviathan gave you an impatient sigh. 'You humans are truly annoying, you know that?'

'Funny, was gonna say the same to you,' you taunted.

The man had beaten your torso, probably beyond recognition. Yet, he didn't touch your hands. A mistake his entire brethren would pay for.

You nocked and shot the red arrow. It whizzed through the air and cut into the American's elbow. She imploded into thin air like a sack of pollen grains.

'You missed!' he scoffed gleefully. 'You just destroyed your own weapon!' There was a teasing lilt to his dimples.

'If you want to kill an artist, you don't take their life. You take their livelihood; their hands,' you said, taking that time to align your Borax arrows.

'You think you're an artist? Girl, you're a wackjob!'

'Artists of war often are,' you smirked. 'You ready to die?'

'You gonna miss again?' he taunted.

'Oh, but darlin', I never miss,' you grinned. 'She was a weapon. I just never said we'd use her.' The three arrows stretched back.

His smile evaporated as the meaning dawned on him. 'Why would the Dwarves call this negotiation if not to eradicate us?'

'That's for me to know, and you to die for,' you winked.

The arrows were too quick for him to move away. His head separated from his body, and he would make sure he never woke up again. All with one arrow.

There was a scream of horror and your small victory was overshadowed.

Dick was laughing and the Dwarves gaped in a singular terror where in the middle of the ground lay Kan-fir with the Leviathans' ultimate weapon sheathed through the middle of his body. It was the weapon they had used on Y/N's body. They thought her blood was the key to killing the Dwarves population.

An ominous air ensued the clearing, and the Dwarves acted their part in exchanging petrified and uncertain looks - any second now, they were looking at each other to start dropping like flies in the presence of a mosquito coil.

Or so they were good at pretending.

The Leviathans started hooting and cheering, they started disentangling with the Dwarf population because it was only common sense that the death of such a powerful Leader would blast a wide area around him, making a fatality of anyone in the near vicinity.

Dick remained nearest to Kan-fir for the longest while, waiting for the first signs of sizzling to start before he made his triumphant retreat.

Everyone had been so focused on Kan-fir's death that no one noticed you sneak up on Dick.

If only they knew that they needed the weapon to be enjoined with the Leader in death.

The blue arrow was poised at your heart, and you stood back-to-back with Dick.

You're mine, darlin'. Just mine. And I'm—

You stabbed yourself, driving the weapon with force, through you and into another chest.

More shouts aired, and Dick gasped. Your breath got stuck in your lungs. His chest pierced in the same line as yours. You don't think you'd quite managed to get your fluttering organ, but you did know at least one major artery had been hit, or you'd at least nicked your heart - that would be enough.

You're scary, you know that?

Both of you fell haphazardly to your knees, and then to a side. With the few blinks you'd left, you saw the Leviathans yelling in terror - ruing the day they made this cocky jerk their Leader, scampering off - but they would die no matter where they went.

What do you mean?

It was the Dwarves and the other monsters who would lose their lives in vain if they didn't make themselves scarce. You both would explode any second now.

I mean, I'm scared of you.

Castiel was extremely blurry when he crouched next to you, his voice so distant that you got the feeling of being underwater. Your memories washed away as you sank deeper into your drowning; you would never have to cry over a memory again.

You closed your eyes, thinking to Castiel: Run!

He hadn't budged when your e/cs opened again.

Please, you prayed. I forgive you . . . Run . . . .

You both knew the weight of that. He didn't want to leave. Yet, there was nothing he could do to help; he felt your life force taper.

The last thing you heard was the flap of his wings.

And it was lights out.

You were dream-scaping again.

You were revisiting a time that followed right after a memory you'd already seen.

Frustrated tears built in her eyes. 'I do want to go home . . . I can't believe I'm doing this . . . Kan-fir,' something changed in her eyes, 'I need to talk to you alone.'

He frowned, but relented. Others left.

'What are the requirements to be a weapon?' you asked determinedly.

He listed off on his tiny fingers. 'A monster who a Leader. But don't have anyone to take care, so when Leader die, no follower die.'

'Great,' you nodded. 'Okay, so you're saying I can do it.'

'Did you no listen?'

'If I send Dean back, I'll be a Leader of humans when there aren't any to take care of.'

'You got no monster magic!' he countered.

'Yes, I do! I was once an archangel! That's got to count, right? I can no longer activate it, but once you've been a monster, you can't go back.'

He shook his head. 'Tall shot. Kan-fir no like tall shots.'

She all but pleaded. 'Kan-fir, trust me, this will work! It must.'

'You not a monster!' he said heatedly.

'You, yourself said, that monsters are relative. You called humans monsters because we made you take to the walls, and cling to the shadows. The American is not a monster because of her powers, she is one because humans pushed her away!'

You couldn't believe your eyes or ears . . . She defended you?

'But. Tall, tall shot.'

'Please.'

'Tall, tall, tall shot,' he reiterated, agitated.

Her temper snapped. 'Kan-fir, what will remain the difference between you and the Leviathans if you use an innocent's life for your gain?'

He seemed riled up. 'But, Y/N two, we no like.'

'Let me not shock you, Kan-fir - but saving people even if you don't like them can be the line you draw between you and your so-called brothers! That will be the mark of your betterment. Let me die, and you whip her up a cure - that's when you'll have proven that you deserve to live more than the Leviathans do!'

His shoulders sagged. 'But, you, we like, little. This is not standard double?'

She tamed, 'No. Because you kill her and you leave us both with nothing. You let me sacrifice, and you let us both have the lives we need.'

The little man huffed. 'Me no like . . . But. Kan-fir go make special arrows. One for her . . . and one for you.'

'That's all I ask. Oh, and, uh, set up a negotiation,' she pinched the bridge of her nose as she remembered.

'With Leviathans?'

'Yes. I'll let you know when. And where.'

'You say goodbye there?'

'Goodbye to who?'

'Purgatory.'

She chuckled, 'Uh, yeah, yeah. But first, I need to retrieve the other Y/N, and, uh, take care of Dean.'

The colours diluted into something else.

Dean was looking down on a gorgeous, picturesque city littered with equal parts treehouses and the forest that only got denser from the edge of the city line. The man of about six-foot-one was unbothered by your dreamwalking presence. His burly frame leaned on the railing, his teeth ground now and again.

'Dean!' a voice like yours just thickly layered with a British accent, called.

Dean didn't turn.

'Out 'ere!'

Your face-thief rushed in.

She looked breathtaking in her custom-made formal gown, adhering to her like a second skin.

'You aren't dressed,' she said, sounding exhausted.

'Why bother, darling?' he glanced at her over his shoulder, quickly looking away as if he was stopping himself from fully appreciating you.

His moodiness didn't deter her. Approaching him with a scowl, she ducked under one of his hands so that she could efficiently betwixt his arms and the railing. She had to lean back so their heads wouldn't clang.

So up close, she didn't leave Dean a choice . . . His eyes dipped down, admiring, and Dean was now too busy being taken with you to gain distance.

'Aren't you afraid someone'll spot you?' he snarked.

She made a face at him that verged on hurt. 'Why won't you be there?'

When he tussled with his dilemmas for too long, she investigated further.

'Are you jealous?' her pout was too hopeful to succeed.

He would not let his insecurities overcrowd her stress. 'Of?'

'Other suitors coming to see me,' she said, hope dwindling.

'I'm giving them a fighting chance,' he dipped his head down challengingly. 'If I come, you won't give them the time of your day.'

She rolled her eyes.

'Daydreaming, are we?'

A tad bit offended, Dean scoffed.

He captured her lips punishingly, pressing her back into his balcony railing. His hand glided up to her jaw, tipping her head backwards so he could devour her to his heart's content.

You had to look away in shame and modesty.

When they could part, Dean was chirpier. 'Felt pretty real to me,' he winked.

She blushed hotly.

'What if I find someone else tonight?' she asked, weirdly sounding desperate. 'Handsomer, maybe? More charming?'

'Woman, please,' he curled a finger under her chin, locking eyes with her. 'You can't find someone handsomer. And heck, even if you find someone with my exact face, you won't be able to pick them. Know why?'

'Why?'

'You're mine, darlin',' he shrugged. He had never been more sure of anything in his entire life. 'Just mine. And I'm yours.'

Tears clogged her tear ducts. You could almost feel them, they were tangible to you . . .

'Prove it?' she held her breath.

His eyes narrowed. 'At . . . the Ball,' he guessed.

'It's like one mind,' she whispered weakly.

Dean's stoic mask wavered. 'You know you'll be all right, right? I'm right here. I'm not going to let some goddamn idiot whisk you away; I'll be the idiot then.'

She chortled. 'I am taking this very rationally, Dean. I am rational.'

'You're everything,' Dean uttered.

The dream dissolved into another.

The most recent one: the battle site where you'd been shot.

You see some of the Dwarves extracting the dagger from Kan-fir, and him gasping for air, as he sits up. The Leviathans are running away in the backdrop. Even the Dwarves have a certain sense of urgency to their movements. As soon as Kan-fir gets his bearings, he gives one sad glance to his right, and runs off with his subjects.

Where Kan-fir had gazed, you see Castiel kneeling before your face-thief.

An arrow ran through her heart, and into the centre of Le Dick Roman. Their blood, red and black pooling under their bodies as they lay back-to-back - Dick already gone, and Y/N on her way.

Castiel, close to tears, takes a regretful breath and a flutter of the wind indicates his take-off.

The clearing is empty and silent when you see her last breath escape her.

Everything is too still.

They blast.

The Purgatory shakes.

And you know that the Leviathans are extinct.

The scene has already transformed since the explosion.

You were in a pitch black room when an arrow came shooting across, out of nowhere, and it fleshed your elbow.

You felt like all your atoms scattered.

You woke up with a scream.

Your hands were already searching your body for wounds you knew you'd acquired from being kidnapped by the Leviathans. (Again. Seriously, that had to have been a world record of being kidnapped so many times in such a short span.)

But there was nothing. You were in the middle of a fucking forest, one akin to the nightmarish kind you'd apprently just escaped.

You were in the same clothes as you'd been when you died, yet, there was not one hole in them. Not a speck of claret either.

You would have believed that you had been dreaming this whole time (wouldn't be so surprising, downside of being a dreamwalker - scary, but not surprising) if you hadn't looked around the floor to find a red feathered arrow with a gold ring attached just under the arrow head.

This all had been real.

Someone had truly died to save you.

Guilt consumes you: you killed a human being. For the first time, you killed an actual person . . . You really are a monster now.

Tears perched on the rims of your eyes. Your arms wrapped around yourself unconsciously, and finally found one injury.

You checked your elbow where the arrow had skinned you. You knew right then it would scar even if it wasn't bleeding right now . . . It would be the scar the Englishwoman had been looking for when she'd first met you.

A scar that would now forever stay with you as a reminder of your monstrosity. A scar that would be your connection to your European face-thief; well, that, and her soulmate ring she gave you as her parting gift.

A/N: Well, this is it ❤️🥹.

What did y'all think about the ending? I have a feeling I might get mixed reviews for this one 👀; by all means don't hold back 🙃.

And what did you think of the teeny-tiny cliffhanger about the English Reader 🫣?

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