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thorin-is-a-cuddler · 2 years

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A/N: Delirium has left Dream a gift, before leaving after a visit to his realm. Let’s say it captivates Dream more than he expected. He’s just happy when Lucienne finds him… Vivienne Acheampong mentioned in an interview that Lucienne loves Dream and ever since I can’t stop thinking about their awesome sweet dynamic. ;__; They are like a little Dream world family. Anyway, this is slightlx stupid. But I needed to try writing a smol tickle scenario. This doesn’t work so easily for The Sandman actually, because God forbid the OOC potential. But I like how this turned out. Expect lots of banter. ^^

It was unusual. Even for a being of the Endless who had just been absent for a whole century, Dream didn’t usually tend to stay out of his throne room for quite so long.

Sure, he had just had a visit from his younger sister. But Delirium had left hours ago and Lucienne had expected to find her Master slumped on his big seat in the ivory halls, a hand over his eyes and a trace of glitter in his hair. Visits from Delirium tended to wary Dream. While her very outgoing and expressive persona enjoyed the dear affection of her brother, he did not at all know how to deal with it.

The tea cup clinked on the tray Lucienne had meant to carry to him to soothe his nerves, the sympathetic smile already in place. It was quickly replaced by an expression of wonder at finding him gone. She had waited several minutes, had called out to him, had gone back to the library to search him there.

After returning to the throne room and still finding no trace of him, Lucienne had felt a slight panic well up inside of her. Of course, all her senses had begged her to consider that he did most likely not get summoned into a cage of glass by human monsters again. He wouldn’t stay gone for another hundred years. He must have simply gone out. Yes, that must have been it.

Lucienne sighed deeply to calm her racing heartbeat and put the tray with the tea on his throne. Kindly, she asked the can to not get cold before her master had had at least one cup. Then she crossed her arms behind her back and was about to return to the library, telling herself over and over again that Dream was fine. When she heard it. It was very weak, very quiet, more like a breeze against the back of her neck. She froze in her tracks and turned around.

A small voice called her name. It wasn’t too far away. She knew she had to go to the gallery without being quite sure how she was able to tell. Morpheus must have somehow managed to reach out to her, he was leading her to him. Which meant that he was in trouble.

Lucienne started running.

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At reaching the gallery entrance, Lucienne was already gasping for breath. She was a librarian and part-time Dream Lord, not a bloody Dreamer, fleeing from nightmares by racing down the halls of the Palace. Trying to calm her breaths, she put her hand on her chest and meant to enter into the anti-chamber of Dream’s welcoming room.

The gallery offered the means to travel to the realms of all seven siblings. It was here that Delirium had arrived and here that Dream had taken her eventually to make her leave again. For some reason, he hadn’t since left the chamber.

Lucienne’s heartbeat kept on hammering, not only due to the physical exertion. She was frankly terrified of what she would find when entering the room. Then the galloping beat skipped for a moment when she saw the slimy substance on the floor. Blue and glittering and moving slightly, it was sprawling across the floor in a serpent like manner.

Lucienne gasped, stepped over it and started searching the room for Morpheus immediately. « My Lord?? »

The usually dark gallery that mostly consisted of pillars, was blinking and glowing. Blue, violet, green and pink tentacles of slime were covering the walls, pulsating and twitching ever so slightly. It was terrifying and disturbing for anyone who didn’t go under the name of … Delirium. The adrenaline in Lucienne’s veins slowed in its stream. Oh. She could have guessed so. Another one of Delirium’s gifts then. Well, the last crazy gift had been handed to Dream over a century ago. Of course, it hadn’t been the first thing on Lucienne’s mind at seeing the disaster in the gallery.

All thought of relief washed away when her eyes eventually landed on Dream. Relief didn’t suffice to name the feeling spreading in Lucienne’s chest after that discovery. She knew her face went blank instantly, but her lips were twitching terribly and her breath came out slightly hitched. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. She chanted those two words in her head, when Morpheus’ eyes found her, misery and distress dripping from his gaze.

« Lucienne. » He winced in greeting. His voice was small and embarrassed and defeated and Lucienne did feel sorry for him, truly, she did. But the King of the Nightmare Realm, the Lord of Dreams was hanging on the wall in a weird angle, his arms pinned next to his head with glowing, colorful lianas holding him in place and his miserable face was absolutely priceless.

« My Lord. » Lucienne managed to say, bowing slightly, her arms behind her back. « I see your sister had… a little surprise for you. »

« So she did. » Dream answered and swallowed. A short silence followed in which Lucienne tried to control the urge to smile and Dream tried to avoid looking directly at her.

« Lucienne? »

She bit her lips in the most concealed way possible. « Yes, Mylord? »

« Help. »

« Yes, Mylord. »

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« Admission to speak freely, Sir. »

Dream eyed her warily, his white face looking even more inhuman than it usually did with the blue and green lights from the slime arms shimmering on it. Lucienne suppressed yet another grin, as she continued to methodically remove the tentacles from her Master’s body.

« Not too freely, of course » A small smile did slip on her features when he narrowed his eyes at her after that comment. « I only mean to say that I am relieved. It may appear unjust to you in your current… state. »

Dream narrowed his eyes even more.

« But I had expected far worse than this, when I felt your call of distress. » She tilted her head slightly, tearing at an especially resistant slime arm that was clinging to Dream’s elbow. He was obviously uncomfortable and she hoped the light conversation might distract him a little. « After everything that has happened to you already, I was terrified to say the least. » His dark eyes managed to look at her openly for a moment, the embarrassment making room for a bit of sympathy. She smiled sadly at him, before managing to force the glowing snakelike thing off of his black attire. « I am simply relieved that all I found upon entering in here was- »

A very traitorous chuckly hiccup interrupted her and Lucienne quickly pressed her lips together, her eyes widening in shock. Immediately she focussed on the next liana on Dream’s body, tightly wrapped around his forearm. Oh no. Why did this have to be so funny?

She could feel Dream’s eyes on her and tried to appear very busy, very engaged in battle with the crazy tentacle bomb Delirium had left her brother with.

But the grin fought for more room on her face, when Morpheus spoke again, a smile audible in his voice as well - though to call it amused wasn’t exactly true. It seemed more like a shocked smile, a surprised and slightly offended smile.

« Lucienne, are you - laughing - at me? » His eyebrows raised, he tried to crane his neck, to look her directly in the face, despite one small tentacle that was stretched over his throat and chin.

« No!! Mylord, I would- I would never! » She coughed out, the little chuckles harder and harder to conceal. « I’m- I’m sorry, it’s just- »

« Yes? It is just what? » He challenged, his own incredulous smile staying in place. A small part of Lucienne was delighted to see this expression on her King’s face and she noticed herself thinking oh is this how we’re doing it? She did truly not mean to go too far, but Dream of the Endless was rarely offended into smiling. She had to continue just a little longer. She loved him after all. And she was happy when he had a reason to smile - even if it was out of disbelief.

« It’s just, Mylord, that I am deeply sorry for any discomfort I may be causing in the process of your liberation from this fearsome threat. I’m- I’m merely trying to conceal my tears with a smile. »

Lucienne was thrilled when she saw Dream’s curled lips open into an even more offended expression than before. A quiet huff was followed by a very speechless « Humph. » Her Master averted his gaze again, but there was a small trace of amusement on his countenance still. Lucienne smirked openly. « If I may be so bold, Mylord- »

« Ah? » His eyebrows moved up, a twinkle in his eyes.

Moving to a tentacle that was wrapped around Dream’s ribcage, Lucienne continued lightly: « Your sister did most likely only fulfill the duties of her true nature, when she offered you a gift like this. »

Expectantly, Morpheus’ gaze remained on her face. She moved her fingers down the glowing sling around Dream’s ribs and tried to get a good grip on it, unaware of the way he suddenly tensed up under her touch.

Isn’t it possible that Delirium first and foremost tried to delight you with her present? »

« C-Careful, Lucienne! » Dream suddenly hissed out, his arms jerking in the captive grip of the colorful snakes. Surprised Lucienne raised her brows and looked at him. He appeared even more distressed than he had before their little banter.

Worry immediately washed over her and she looked back at her hands. Her fingers were currently trying to force a liana away from Dream’s left ribcage, the pressure of the fingertips apparently causing a reaction from him. She felt awful immediately.

« Oh no! Are you hurt, Mylord? I am so deeply sorry for my amusement. I did not conceive you were in actual pain! Did these tentacles damage anything? » She started prodding at Dream’s ribs and felt the bad conscience rise within her, when he yelled loudly at the touch.

« DON’T! » He barked, the vivid twinkle in his eye intensifying even more. « Lucienne, wait, wait, wait, please- »

His slightly bent posture and choice of words, the obviously distressed expression of almost anguish on his face were enough for Lucienne to use a different voice on him. That happened mostly when she was worried out of her mind and he didn’t seem to wish for her concern.

« Mylord! We need to know the extent of damage done to your physical form or I could make it worse. » She was close to livid, when he howled again at her fingers making contact with his ribcage, his head thrown back against the wall and his teeth digging into his bottom-lip. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but she had to find the problem.

« I am so terribly sorry for the discomfort, Sir. But I cannot feel a broken bone, nor- »

« Lucienne. I’m bEGginG yOU! GET your hAND OHOFF! »

Frozen in her tracks, Lucienne did as she was told. She stared at him, silently, as he tried not to gasp for air too much. The corners of his lips were still turned up slightly, the twinkle in his eyes was one of mirth. He had begged her to stop. Not because it was painful… Slowly the pieces were falling together. Of course. Oh dear. Oh dear, dear, dear!

This entire scenario reached, for Lucienne, a whole new level of amusement. Never would she have expected to find out anything about Dream that managed to surpass the hilarity of him stuck to a wall with glowing light sticks. But here they were and she was now in possession of the knowledge that the Dreamlord was ticklish.

After several more moments of Dream breathing unnecessarily and Lucienne observing him innocently while doing so, they seemed to come to the agreement of this-never-happened which they both agreed to merely by staring at each other.

Lucienne raised her eyebrows and got back to work on the tentacle removal in silence for a while. She was extra careful now. Despite holding all the power and all the advantages of the situation, she did, in no way, wish to ridicule him too much. Still. She felt very comfortable with the silence, while the Lord of embarrassment- er dreams didn’t seem to stop being fidgety and nervous under her working hands. It was quite adorable, actually.

« Lucienne. » He eventually croaked out, his face a white paper with the words I HATE MY EXISTENCE written on it. Her grin was small enough to prevent any exclamation marks from appearing behind them. « I suppose your theory about Delirium’s present of delight was false after all. »

Chuckling gently, Lucienne removed two more lianas. Suddenly they were much easier to get rid of. « I’m not sure, Mylord. I think the amount of delight you expressed satisfied these things. »

Dream furrowed his brows, only to raise them in awe when Lucienne managed to remove the remaining light arms from his body in seconds. Freed, he landed on his feet and shook out his arms. Warily he looked back at the network of lights and colors that started to shrink from the walls now, folding back in on itself until it was nothing more but a little glowing package on the floor.

« It seems advisable never to open a gift from your sister again, Mylord. » Lucienne mused, stepping next to him, raising a brow when the Dreamlord twitched slightly next to her.

« Yes. I suppose. » Turning his head towards her, he narrowed his eyes. It was a question and yet again, a challenge.

Ever so slightly, Lucienne allowed herself another grin. « If your sisters wish so dearly to delight you, I figure there are other methods that may promise more successful. »

With a gentle nod that was essentially the answer to his unasked question - of course, she wouldn’t tell anyone about this - she turned around to leave for the library again. When she looked back at him over her shoulder, he was looking after her with a smile of his own. Delirium’s present had succeeded in its purpose after all.

And if Lucienne ever did allow herself a poke to his ribcage again, it was only when no one else was around and only to startle him. Or to cheer him up. Or to simply get him to narrow his eyes at her in that rather adorable defiant manner.

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bittersweetformula · 1 year

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Ooc: About ‘Dreamer’!

@graceandtheidiotsquad here! Also the admin of @trainergraceneedstherapy and @fucktherulesletsseetheruins, coming at you with my first pokeblog of a canon character-! Im sure some of you may have figured it out but-meet N, the (FORMER.) King of team plasma!

Takes place post BW and BW2-N is REFORMED and traveling to explore the world and learn about the bonds between people and pokemon!

and-also may need therapy. Seriously, he needs it. FUCK GHETSIS, I HATE THAT MAN WITH A BURNING PASSION.

N is a very kind soul, always finding joys in little things that-many may take for granted as he hasn’t really experienced them as often as most would! (Thank ‘father’ for that. Again, FUCK GHETSIS!)

Neurodivergent (self projection go brrr), He/Him pronouns! Still-figuring out his sexuality! He wants to learn as much as possible!

Gets overwhelmed easily at times and that’s what the little cube keychain is for-it’s something for him to play with to keep himself distracted.

Has held entire conversations in pokemon speak.

trying to help reformed members of team plasma find their way in the world-though he prefers to remain anonymous himself, hence ‘Dreamer’-though if he trusts you, or the situation calls for it, He’ll tell you his name!

His current team consists of Zekrom and Zoroark-he doesnt really ‘catch’ pokemon much but tends to spend time with whatever is in the current area-though more may come at some point! He figured its about time he gave them nicknames but-wants his dear friends to decide for themselves!

Playlist for the blog:

Anyway-I hope you all enjoy my version of N-he’s been my favorite character since I was literally ten years old and I love him even more now!

#pokeblogging #pokemon au #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #rotumblr #introduction post #about the muse #ooc post #Spotify

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pikapeppa · 2 years

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oh my dear smut goblin goodness.

okokok. i am asking for smut, obviously. but i feel the need to provide context before begging for asking for this scenario.

my first intro to your writing was via your Eyes Wide Shut fic featuring Nare and the boyband that never was. then i read your Felaris fic. THEN i devoured Inadvisable. i love Nare and Athera, truly. but Tamaris? she’s my girl. if she were flesh and blood i would 1000% want to be her friend and struggle with the massive crush i have on her willingly because she’s a survivor in all senses and curly haired women need each other.

all that said, i am HIGHLY curious to know what a Tamaris-centric foursome or threesome with the men we want but cannot have would be like. like. HIGHLY HIGHLY HIGHLY curious. 👹👹👹👹👹

kloveyoubaiiiiiiiiii ❤️❤️❤️

BABE. MY LOVE. LISTEN. Any excuse to write more Felassan is one that I will happily take.

Forgive me for taking this prompt and turning it into a stupidly long and smutty prequel to The Love That Grows From Violence. I couldn't include Abelas because it would be too OOC for both him and Tamaris, but two ancient elves is moreeeeee than enough to play with, don't you think? 🍆😉

Pikapeppa's Dragon Age Day drabbles prompt fills: Prompt #4

Solas/Tamaris Lavellan/Felassan threesome: Dream A Little Dream Of Me NSFW, <13k words. An excerpt is here; the full fic is on AO3.

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Tamaris wasn’t much of a dreamer.

She meant this both literally and figuratively. In the literal sense, it was unusual for her to dream when she fell asleep. On the rare occasions that she did have a dream, the details usually fled her mind within seconds of her waking up.

In the more figurative sense, Tamaris considered herself to be a pretty grounded sort of girl. She wasn’t the kind of person to indulge in stories about heroic deeds or people swooping in to save the day. She was, after all, a Dalish elf whose brother had been dragged away by the Templars, and then who had been unwittingly forced into becoming the figurehead of an organization that had undeniable ties to the fucking Chantry, whether they admitted it or not. She was a living testament to the ironic injustice of life and the absence of heroism, so of course she was skeptical. Sure, some people might call her cynical; Dorian liked to joke that her success as the Inquisitor was out of sheer spite rather than goodwill, for instance. But either way, it came down to the same thing: Tamaris wasn’t a big dreamer, neither when she was asleep nor when she was awake.

Solas was working on that, though — on the sleeping kind of dreams, at least. He was the only person in the Inquisition who knew that Tamaris was able to see and speak with spirits — aside from Cole, obviously — and he was the only person who had ever been happy to hear that Tamaris had any sort of magical connection to the Fade, feeble though that connection was. He’d been teaching her gradually how to strengthen her ties to the Fade, how to focus her spirit-talking ability and channel it into other sorts of magic, and lucid dreaming was one of the methods that Solas had been trying to teach her.

‘Trying’ being the operative word here. Tamaris was doing her best to follow Solas’s instructions on clearing her mind and focusing on her breathing before they went to bed, but in all blunt honesty, her attempts at lucid dreaming thus far had come to shit.

When she expressed this concern to Solas, however, he merely smiled. “It will take a great deal of practice,” he reminded her. “I told you that it would.”

“It was always easy to talk to spirits, though. I never had to practice that,” she pointed out. “And that’s when I was just a kid.”

“You were truly fortunate to be born with a natural talent for contacting the denizens of the Fade,” he said. “Your ability to channel magic beyond that is going to be a matter of trained skill, however, and that—”

“Takes time, I know.” She sighed and shoved a hand through her unruly curls. “Okay, fine, have it your way. And thanks for the lessons,” she added. “I know I’m a cranky bitch about it, but I’m grateful, honestly.”

“I know, vhenan,” he said softly. “Relax, now. Settle your mind.”

She scoffed as she snuggled into bed. “Are you going to tuck me in next? Bring me a cup of warm milk?”

“If you like,” he said mildly as he slid into the bed with her. “Although warm milk has been known to result in dreams about cheese.”

She snorted. “I’ll take it. A dream about cheese is still a dream.”

Solas chuckled, then extinguished the bedside candles with a gesture of his hand. “Goodnight, Tamaris.”

“‘Night,” she said, and she settled onto her side. Solas sidled up behind her and pulled her back against his chest, then draped his arm snugly around her waist, and Tamaris contentedly curled her fingers into his before closing her eyes.

All right, she thought. Focus on breathing and picture someplace familiar. These were the main points Solas had told her to keep in mind about this lucid dreaming thing: to keep her mind on the in-and-out of her breath, to acknowledge and gently let go of any other thoughts that crossed her mind, and to try and imagine, with as much detail as possible, a place that she found familiar and relaxing.

The place that she chose to imagine was the Planasene Forest. She’d spent much of her childhood there, clambering around in ruins with her clanmates and her brother Marin, and aside from having a decent orientation in the forest as a whole, Tamaris had particularly detailed — and fond — memories of some special places therein. So tonight, just as she did a few nights a week, she followed Solas’s advice and imagined an area of the Planasene Forest.

She inhaled slowly, and she pictured one particular landmark: a redwood tree whose trunk was more than a meter in diameter. The tree was vastly old and huge, and most memorably of all, its trunk bore a few knots toward the base that kind of looked like a face with two big black eyes.

Tamaris exhaled slowly while thinking about that tree. It stood at the edge of a small grassy clearing that was usually dappled with patches of shade even in the height of the day, thanks to the thick canopy overhead. There was a stream some twenty or so paces north of the tree, and another thirty or so paces down the stream, there was a handful of boulders that you could hop across to get to the other side — if you didn’t slip on the moss and fall on your ass in the water, of course.

A childhood memory came to her mind: a time when Marin had bruised his ass so badly from slipping in the river that he had to sit funny for days. Then she remembered that she was supposed to be focusing on the details of the forest, not on bittersweet memories of her brother.

Focus, Tamaris reminded herself. Do what Solas told you. She took another slow breath and thought about the smell of the forest: that lush damp smell, slightly sweet with decay and ripe with impending rain. She exhaled slowly and thought about the rough and comforting texture of the redwood tree’s bark beneath her palms. She inhaled again, a slow deep inhale, and she thought about the feeling of walking through that clearing: the soft cool cushioning of grass beneath her feet and the dappling of shadows on her skin and her clothes as she padded softly across the grassy clearing.

She continued to breathe slowly and evenly as she made her way toward the huge redwood tree. Then, belatedly, she realized there was a man sitting at the base of the tree.

It wasn’t surprising that she didn’t spot him at first; he was mostly obscured by a hooded cloak, and there was something about his posture that somehow made him blend into the forest. But as soon as he pushed back his hood and looked up to meet her eye, she wasn’t sure how she’d failed to notice him before.

He was a Dalish elf with long braided black hair and unusual violet eyes. He smirked at her and gracefully rose to his feet. “On dhea,” he said. “Or should I say ‘on nydha’? It’s hard to have any sense of time here.”

“What do you mean?” she said.

He quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

She gave him a chiding look. “I mean, what do you mean by ‘here’? It’s not that dark. It’s clearly the middle of the day.” She pointed at the leaf-blotted sky.

A slow smile lit his face — a slow and handsome smile, Tamaris noticed. “Where do you think we are right now?” he asked.

She frowned. “The Planasene Forest, obviously.”

His smile widened. He leaned against the redwood tree and folded his arms. “Is it, now? Look again.”

Tamaris eyed him suspiciously. He was acting awfully casually considering that they’d just met.

He raised his eyebrows expectantly, so she sighed bad-temperedly and looked around. Sure enough, it was the fucking Planasene Forest like she’d said. The clearing was there, and there was the redwood tree like usual, and around them was… it was the forest. But… it was the forest, wasn’t it?

“It seems off to you, doesn’t it?” he said.

She turned to find him standing closer to her than before. “Yeah,” she said slowly. “It’s… it’s not how I remember it.”

“Or maybe it’s all you can remember of it,” he suggested.

She thought about this for a second. He was probably right. Solas had told her to imagine the location of her choice in as much detail as possible, and she’d only been focusing on the redwood tree—

She suddenly straightened. She’d just realized where they really were. “We’re in the Fade,” she exclaimed.

“We are, yes,” he said. “Good eye.”

She ignored his teasing tone; she was too pleased with herself to be irritated. “Oh, fuck yes,” she said with relish. “It took long enough. I’ve been trying to find my way here for fucking weeks.” She planted her fists on her hips and looked at the amorphous forest with no small amount of satisfaction. Maybe it wasn’t the most defined dream forest in the world, but she’d purposely gotten here by herself, and that was what mattered.

The strange man laughed: a sound that reminded her somehow of a stream burbling over a bed of stones. “That’s an unusual response for a Dalish woman.”

She glanced at him. “How so?”

“I’m surprised that you’re happy to be here,” he said. “Most Dalish would be concerned about offending the gods or the demons by stepping into their domain.”

Tamaris narrowed her eyes at him. His tone was polite enough, but there was something mocking about his handsome smile that was starting to annoy her. “Aren’t you Dalish?” she asked.

“No, I’m not.”

She eyed him with growing confusion. “But you have vallaslin.”

“I do, don’t I?” he mused. “I suppose the Dalish weren’t the first to come up with facial tattoos. Or anything, really, aside from misguided myths.”

Stung, she turned to face him fully and folded her arms. “I’m sorry, did my being Dalish somehow give you the right to be a fucking asshole?”

He blinked at her, then huffed in amusement and rubbed his chin. “I’ve offended you.”

“It’s kind of hard to get off on the right fucking foot with someone if you make fun of their culture in the first two minutes of meeting them,” she said in a hard voice.

He cocked his head. “Has it only been two minutes? Time really is meaningless here.”

She scoffed and turned away. A second later, he was standing in front of her with his hands raised in surrender. “Wait,” he said. “I am sorry. Truly, I apologize. There’s no need to leave.”

“What are you apologizing for?” she said aggressively. If his apology wasn’t a good one, she was going to smack that smile off of his face.

“For jamming my foot so thoroughly into my mouth that it’s a wonder I’m able to make this apology at all,” he said. “I can practically taste the dirt from my own heels.”

She gaped at him, thrown off by his outrageous reply. Then, totally without intending to, she laughed.

He grinned — gods be damned, he really did have a nice smile. “Does this mean you forgive me?” he asked.

“No,” she retorted, though she was still chuckling. “It means you’re full of shit, but your bullshit is entertaining enough that I’ll let it go for now.”

“Excellent,” he said cheerfully. “In that case, I propose that we start again.” He placed one hand on his chest. “I am known as Felassan. And you are?”

She eyed him for a moment, wondering whether she should indulge his bullshit or tell him to fuck off. Then she shrugged. If this really was a lucid dream of her own making, then he must be here for a reason, and she might as well see where this went.

“I’m Tamaris. Of Clan Lavellan,” she added pointedly, just in case he decided to act like a dick again about her being Dalish.

Felassan bowed his head in a politely formal gesture. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Tamaris of Clan Lavellan,” he said, and he held out his hand to shake.

She reached out and shook his hand. Instead of releasing his hand right away, however, she peered closely at his face. His expression was pleasant and his unusual violet gaze was free of guile, but there was something about him that was poking at the back of her mind in a weird way.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

He didn’t reply right away. Instead, his eyes moved from her face down to her chest, then down the length of her body to her toes. By the time his bold violet eyes finished their slow perusal of her body and returned to her face, her heart was racing, and her blood felt like it was jittering in her veins.

He released her hand. “You don’t,” he said. “But you will.”

She stared wordlessly at him. That was bold as fuck. In fact, everything he’d just done and said in the past five seconds was so shameless that it almost defied belief. Who the fuck did he think he was to look at her in such a heated way? And to say something so fucking provocative? He was lucky she wasn’t punching him in the face right now.

She took a deep breath to calm her thrumming heart, then folded her arms. “Are you a spirit?”

“I can see why you’d ask me that,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes. “That’s not an answer.”

“What sort of answer were you looking for?”

“A simple yes or no would be nice,” she drawled. “You’re in the Fade, and you were here when I got here. So it makes sense that you’d be a spirit, right?”

He shrugged and tucked his hands in his pockets. “Your logic sounds pretty foolproof. Why bother asking me if I’m a spirit, if that’s what you think?”

“I… shit, I don’t know,” she said blankly. “I guess I was being polite.”

Felassan smirked. “It doesn’t seem to me that ‘polite’ is something you’re used to being.”

She laughed again without thinking about it. “Fuck you.”

He grinned. “Are you saying I’m wrong?” “No. Actually, you’re right,” she admitted. “Though if Josephine had it her way, I’d be well-mannered all the fucking time.”

Felassan huffed. “I don’t know this Josephine person, but don’t let her curb you. It would be akin to shaving the thorns off of a felandaris plant. It might be more pleasant to the eye, but removing its teeth makes it less than what it truly is.”

She eyed him in surprise. That was an unexpectedly incisive thing for him to say — and something she’d often thought herself.

She peered carefully at him. “Are you sure I don’t know you? There’s something about you that’s weirdly familiar.”

“I’m flattered that you keep asking me this,” he said. “It makes me wonder if you’re thinking about knowing me better.” His tone was faintly salacious and his eyebrows were quirked in a way that made her tummy squirm, and his dimpled smile was so attractive that it was starting to get annoying.

She purposely took a step away from him and planted her hands on her hips. “Are you always this forward with women you’ve just met?”

“Only the ones who are undressing themselves in front of me,” he replied.

“Excuse me?” she said tartly. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She glanced down at herself, then balked. Instead of the leather leggings and tunic she’d been wearing when she entered this dream, she was now wearing nothing more than a loose cotton shirt with a regrettably wide neckline.

She defensively folded her arms in case her nipples were showing through the thin shirt. And belatedly, very belatedly, she realized that Felassan’s clothing had changed too. Instead of being fully clothed including a hooded cloak, he was now wearing only a tunic and breeches — and the sleeves of the tunic, she noticed, were rolled up to his elbows in a way that somehow seemed purposely provocative.

Felassan smirked at her — an annoyingly knowing smirk — then turned away and wandered back over to the redwood tree. “So, Tamaris of Clan Lavellan. What brings you to this undeniably charming part of the Fade?” He peeled off a small piece of the redwood tree’s bark, then placed it in his mouth and started to slowly chew it.

She wrinkled her nose. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Trying to find a salve for a pain that has no solution,” he said with a smile.

She felt a funny pang in her chest. Felassan’s words were serious despite his smile, and there was a faint tilt to his eyebrows that looked almost sad. And somehow, even though she’d just met him, Tamaris knew that sadness wasn’t an emotion that often touched his face, even if he was feeling it.

She stared wordlessly at him for a second, unnerved by his answer and by her weird sense of awareness of him, and his smile eventually warmed to an expression of genuine amusement. “You haven’t answered my question. What brings you here?”

“I, um…” She gathered herself and stepped a little closer to him. “I’m — uh, trying to work on strengthening my magic.”

He seemed surprised by this. “Are you a mage?”

She shook her head and idly ran her fingers over the tree’s mottled bark. “No. I mean, not — honestly, no. I’ve got a talent for talking to spirits, and my boyfriend’s been teaching me to expand that into using magic in other ways.”

Felassan quirked an eyebrow. “Your boyfriend, you say?”

She gave him a mocking look. “Yes, my boyfriend. Does that disappoint you?”

”Enormously,” he said. “At the same time, it’s inconsequential.”

She gave him a disbelieving look. What the fuck did he mean by that? Before she could pick on him about it, he delicately spat out the piece of bark, then turned back to her with a smile. “And how exactly is this boyfriend of yours teaching you to strengthen your connection to the Fade?”

“Mindfulness stuff and meditation, mainly,” she said. “How to be more aware of my own ties to the Fade. And this, actually.” She waved vaguely at the forest, then leaned against the redwood tree. “I rarely dream, so he’s been trying to teach me how to dream on purpose. This is the first time I’ve ever been able to do it.”

His eyebrows rose appreciatively. “Congratulations are in order, then. This is a very good lucid dream for a beginner. I can only imagine the dreams you’ll conjure with more time and training.”

“Yes, that’s what—” She broke off suddenly and snapped her fingers. “That’s why you seem familiar! You’ve got the same accent as my boyfriend.”

“Hm,” Felassan said. “Where does his accent hail from?”

“Some little village in the north called…” She frowned. “Shit, I’ve forgotten what the village is called. Or maybe he didn’t tell me? No, that’s stupid, he must have told me. I’ll have to ask him again.”

“Interesting,” Felassan said. “And what is your boyfriend’s name?”

Tamaris gave him a challenging look. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would,” he said. “It behooves me to learn the name of the man I’m going to be cuckolding.”

Tamaris scoffed. Cuckolding! He was fucking bold as brass! “You are fucking shameless, you know that?” she scolded. “What makes you think you’ll be doing any cuckolding?”

He took a step closer to her. “You tell me. This is your lucid dream, after all.”

Her belly flipped. Felassan was only a couple of feet away from her now: definitely closer than two strangers should be. Oh shit, and he was stepping even closer — close enough that her heart was jumping now at his proximity.

She forced herself to take a step back from him, but to no avail: her back hit the redwood tree. Then Felassan placed his palm on the tree beside her head.

Tamaris felt a distinct and shamefully familiar leap of excitement between her legs. Then Felassan spoke to her in a low and persuasive voice. “Come now, Tamaris, think about this logically. If this is your lucid dream, then everything that’s happening right now is of your making.”

“And what exactly do you seem to think is happening right now?” she said acidly.

“Well, first of all, you’re undressing me.”

“I am not…!” She wilted slightly; he was right. He was wearing nothing but his breeches now.

He smirked and went on. “Secondly, your body is a screaming provocation. You’re making it very obvious what you want, even if you won’t admit it.”

“Oh, really?” she snapped. “What makes you such an expert on my body?”

His smirk widened. Then, to her dismay and delight, he leaned in and brushed his lips to her ear. “Your nipples are so hard they’re visible through your shirt, and you’re rolling your hips. Am I to understand that that’s all meaningless?”

Tamaris tried to reply. Really, she did. But his voice was low and lilting and smooth, and the sound of it was having a totally unreasonable effect on her. Her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth and her breath was trapped in her chest, and her heart seemed to have migrated down in her body to thump directly between her legs in an extremely distracting drumbeat of lust.

She forced her tongue to move. “Are you a desire demon?” she breathed.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he murmured in her ear. “You appeared out of the blue when I was on the cusp of going mad with loneliness. That’s usually when spirits of desire make their move.”

This actually distracted her for a moment. If he was a spirit, then why was he lonely? “Do spirits get lonely?” she asked.

“Are spirits so different from corporeal people, in your estimation?”

She let out a breathless laugh. “You really sounded like my boyfriend just then.”

He made a soft growling noise that she felt in her nipples. “Are you trying to make me jealous or to flatter me?”

“Neither,” she retorted. “I’m just stating a fact.”

He huffed, then lifted his other hand and brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “Maybe we should find something else for you to do with that blunt mouth of yours,” he murmured.

She ignored the throbbing pulse in her pussy and gave him a dirty look. “You’re trying to shut me up? That’s really fucking charming.”

He quirked a playful eyebrow at her. “How’s this for charming: kiss me.”

She blurted a laugh at how audacious he was. “No! You fucking rogue.”

A flash of a grin crossed his face. Then he abruptly tilted her chin up. “Kiss me,” he commanded.

Fuck you, she thought instinctively, but the scathing retort didn’t leave her lips. Instead, like a traitor to her own self, she wet her lips invitingly.

His violet eyes flared with heat. Then, with an unexpected degree of tenderness, he cradled her neck in his palm. “Kiss me, Tamaris,” he whispered.

She swallowed hard, then pulled his hand away from her neck. “I… I can’t.”

“Can’t, or shouldn’t?” he asked.

“Both. Either,” she said. “Take your fucking pick.”

Another beautiful smile lit his face. Then he sighed and trailed his knuckles along her jawline. “This torture is exquisite. You don’t know what it is to behold a flame so bright and to be forbidden from partaking of its warmth.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “I think you’ve just never had someone say ‘no’ to you.”

To her surprise, his carnal expression suddenly softened into that slightly melancholy look. “You’re so very wrong about that.”

Her heart twisted, and she gazed silently at him with an odd sort of ache in her throat. Why was she suddenly feeling sorry for him when they’d only just fucking met?

The melancholy in his face quickly faded back into a playful smile. “All right. I have a proposal for you. Invite your boyfriend to join us. It’s your dream, after all.”

She gaped at him. “Invite my — no fucking way! Are you nuts?”

“Why?” Felassan said with a grin. “Are you afraid I might seduce him?”

“Should I be?” Tamaris said archly. “Are you really a desire demon in disguise, then? This ‘bring your boyfriend’ bullshit sounds like the kind of cheap trick a desire demon would try.”

He chuckled. “I’m no desire demon, I promise you that. And I assure you that my only interest is in knowing you. If inviting your boyfriend here to watch is what it takes to enjoy the pleasure of your fiery warmth, then so be it.”

She laughed again at his audacity. “You think he’d just stand here and watch while you fuck me? You don’t know him.”

Felassan grinned. “He doesn’t have to just watch. He’s free to compete with me for your attention if he wants.”

She almost laughed again at how shameless he was. “You’re a fucking piece of work, you know that?” she accused. And honestly, she wasn’t convinced that he wasn’t a desire demon — especially since his proposition was actually starting to percolate in her mind now. The idea of Solas and Felassan competing for her attention, taking turns trying to one-up each other while pleasuring her? Actually, no, not just taking turns: at the same time.

Oh yes, now that was a nice scenario. Imagine if Solas and Felassan were fucking and licking and touching her at the same time, trying to outdo each other in their bids to make her fall apart into a pleasure-stunned mess…

A thump of lust made itself known between her legs, and Felassan smiled. “You like the idea, don’t you? You like the idea of me facing off with your boyfriend in a bid for who can pleasure you the most.”

“No, I don’t,” she lied.

He laughed: that annoying lilting laugh that sounded like a burbling sunlit stream. “Don’t lie to me, Tamaris. I can tell that you like the idea.”

“Fuck you,” she said breathlessly.

His violet eyes flared with heat. Then he stepped even closer to her: close enough that his chest was brushing against her hard and tingling nipples.

He skimmed his lips over her cheekbone, and she stopped breathing. Then Felassan whispered in her ear: “With great pleasure, if you’ll permit it.”

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Solas said dryly.

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HAHAHA A CLIFFHANGER. I'M A DICK. The rest is here on AO3!

#solas #felassan #solavellan #felassan/lavellan #felassan x lavellan #save felassan #solas smut #dragon age day #da day #dragon age day 2021 #d4 day #pikapeppa writes

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thedreamparadox · 2 years

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May I PLEASE see the Jackle and NiGHTS shitpost

I mean it's totally garbage but if you're sure here u go.

Full disclaimer for lots and lots of swearwords. (Jackle knows all the swears 'cause they're the oldest.) Also as a note this was written before I properly started working out how Mareish functioned or what it was even named. This is 100% completely not canon and rather OOC as well.

Summary: Claris probably shouldn’t have asked about NiGHTS’ father.

“NiGHTS?”

“Hm?”

Claris and NiGHTS were in one of Claris’ newest Nightopia, Soft Museum. Claris had managed to evade the powerful Nightmaren that lived there. And it wasn’t too late into the night yet, they had time to talk.

“You mentioned your dad before,” Claris said. “What’s he like?”

“Oh, I have a lot of words about what he’s like,” NiGHTS replied, smiling but looking visibly otherwise furious. “Just not in this language. Hm...”

They looked around for a moment, then shouted: “Hey, Jackle!”

The Nightmaren that Claris had only just escaped appeared, a cup of tea in one hand.

“Yes?” they said.

“You’re the older one, you know a lot of human words,” NiGHTS said, hands on their hips, “What’s the human word for [x][x][x][x][x][x]?”

Sometimes, Claris really wished she spoke Nightmareish.

“Oh! There’s a bunch of fun ones!” Jackle cackled. “Asshole is a good one. Are we talking about father dearest again?”

NiGHTS simply nodded and smiled wickedly.

“Wonderful! I’ve got a few!” They cackled again, even louder than before. “Dickbag and asshat are a few fun compound ones I’ve heard from some Dreamers! Ehehehehe! Some of them get really creative when insulting their own fathers.”

Claris looked at NiGHTS for a moment. “...Should I be concerned?”

“Nah. Dear old dad deserves all the insults we can think of. And then extras. You probably shouldn’t be saying that so loudly, Jackle. You’re not the rebel here.”

“As if he could afford to kill me!” Jackle crowed. “He can’t make any more of you or Ree or any more of me! Hehehe! I’m invincible!”

“Wait, back up.” Claris said. “Kill you?”

“Yeah. See, if a Nightmaren gets destroyed by a Lucid or me or anyone else, they’ll come back eventually,” NiGHTS explained. “If they get destroyed by Wizeman? They’re gone for good. Never coming back.”

“Dead dead!” Jackle declared with a rather unhinged laugh.

“...Oh.”

Claris wondered, for a moment, if there was an alternate dream dimension version of CPS she could call. Or maybe a SWAT team because. To not mince words, holy shit.

“Anyway, I’ve got more,” Jackle said. “Humans get really creative with language.”

“Ooh, tell me! I could use extras just in case.”

“Of course! Hehehe!”

Claris sighed. It was going to be a long night.

#answered asks;;#bonus ficlets;;#(disclaimer that my dad is an ass so. yep.#not anything even remotely near wizeman levels but more of a #hasn't made any attempt to see me in a decade kind of an ass)

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bragnca · 3 years

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&&. announcing her royal highness, ( helena maria teresa cristina micaela luisa d’orleans e bragança ), the ( 27 ) year old princess of ( brazil ). she is often confused with ( vitoria strada ). some say that she is ( self-destructive & defensive ), but she is actually ( bright & charming ). ( OOC: ODETTE / 25 / BRST / SHE/HER)

Hello beloveds !! it’s so nice to be here, this RP looks delightful and very different from what I’ve seen before, so I’m very excited to meet all of you! Also, I can’t wait for all of you to meet my dear Helena!

For a little OOC information — I’m a law student and I also intern at a law firm (which means basically I only get to RP at night). I love history (got a question about brazilian history? tell me, I’ll do the research and pester you with all of the useless details!). Big trekkie, got the cutest damn god in the world and a big day dreamer! deborah pratt nº 1 fan#6151

HELENA.

Read up her full bio here!

In summary:

She is used to giving, giving everything she has, no matter the price. And the price is often her own health (especially her mental health!);

Engineer (bit of a nerd) and archeologist (okay she is a big nerd!);

Doesn’t take any shit, gives as good as she gets, just because she wants to help doesn’t mean she will just roll over;

She is very close with her older siblings — Rafael and Maitê — they are known as the Holy Trinity. She is a big supporter of her sister; she has no desire to rule. Helena is very happy with her role as a patron of research, culture and when it comes to politics, she prefers to be more of a background player.

Kind of eager to be here to be honest because it means she can have a clean break from most of her responsibilities and think about what she wants to do from here on out, she loves everything she has going on, but it’s simply impossible for her to keep going as she is, her body wouldn’t be able to handle it;

She is very well liked by the population since she is very present in the day-to-day lives of Brazilians, often appearing on the news due to an event she participated in or a charitable organization she is supporting.

#hshqintro #〈 undertow eyes? • about 〉#ok my summary of her is kinda shitty but the bio has more stuff

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melancholydreadfuldream · 4 years

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Dreamer File 06

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Thirteenth Doctor x Reader

Trigger Warning: sudden death of a loved one, drug overdose, suicidal, depression, homophobic mentioned.

Warning: ooc, angst, bad grammar, plot holes (serious case of plot holes, guys, please don't chew me), etc.

A/N: This one is very cringe-worthy but I thought I would post it anyway. I might edit it again if ever I would be hit with a better version of it. The villain here is based on Jasmine from Angel.

You know how we always think we have more time in life with the people you love? Well, you're wrong. You have to make sure that you tell them every day that you love them and make happy memories with them. Because you've no idea when and where they would be ripped away from you.

My name is (name) and I'm a traveller in time and space with the Doctor. I have been traveling with the Doctor on his twelfth incarnation and I was best friend with Clara. After Clara died, the Doctor never come back for me until after he has regenerated. And now he is a she. And she is so beautiful and amazing. I can't help but start to catch feeling for her.

She invited me to travel again with her and her other companion, Yaz, Ryan and Graham. I love being with them. The Doctor called us her fam and our dynamic did feel like a close family.

The only other family I have is my Dad and I love him very much. He raised me alone. My mom died after giving birth of me. It has always been the two of us. We have no one else. Mom and Dad were married without consent from their respective parents. They never went back to reconnect and their parents didn't bother to look for us either so...

I wanted Dad to know who the Doctor is and I would really like to share my adventure with him. I hated keeping secret from him the first time around and now that I was traveling again with the Doctor again, I would like it for them to meet already.

My dad is a fan of Elvis so I begged the Doctor to let me tell my dad about what it is we have been doing and to request a favour from the Doctor to allow my dad one trip to travel the past and meet Elvis. The Doctor eventually agreed.

I told my dad about the Doctor and of course, he didn't believe me up until he saw the Tardis. My dad is concerned that the trips I have been taking will be dangerous. I have to lie that we are always safe with the Doctor. Of course, I know the Doctor can't always save everyone. Clara is the proof of that. But that doesn't deter me for wanting to see more of the universe that the Doctor offered. So I distract my dad with the trip to meet Elvis and I was glad to see him so happy.

My dad has always known that I like girls so he could spot that I have feeling for the Doctor.

"Shut it, Dad, it wasn't like that. The Doctor is so out of my league. There is no way she would go for someone like me."

"Now don't say that. You are a wonderful person. Any women would be lucky to have you."

"Oh, dad, you're the only one who said that and that is only because you are my dad."

"But it's true though, you are a wonderful person and you have to believe that yourself, dear."

We hugged each other.

"So what do you think?" My dad asked me as he showed his outfit to resemble Elvis.

"You are very handsome, dad." I answered with a grin. "So, let's go meet Elvis."

&&&&

Now that my dad know what I have been doing, I felt less guilty for keep ditching him for the Doctor. Though now I get to brag about my adventures to him. We went to watch movie together the day after the Doctor dropped us all back on earth for a break from our routine adventure.

And that is when thing turned ugly in a blink of an eye.

We are going home after the movie when someone threaten us with a gun, demanding we gave him our bag and wallet. Dad is trying to calm the agitated man down. I gave him my bag and prayed that he would go away. I didn't know what happen next, it was all a blur. Next thing I know my dad was shot.

"Dad!! NO!!" I screamed as my dad fell into the ground. "Help!! Please someone help!" I yelled.

The man who robbed us has left with my bag and my dad's wallet. He got what he wanted so why did he have to shot him?

Such a senseless violence. One bullet and my dad is just gone. I didn't even get to say goodbye.

&&&&

I sat staring blankly at nothing. My hands was covered in blood, my dad's blood. I ignored the officers who are trying to get me to respond.

Yaz, Ryan and Graham ran through the corridor until they spotted me sitting in a bench, still in a state of shock.

"(name)!" Yaz called out and bend her knees in front of me. "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

I glanced at her and tears started falling down my cheeks. "My dad is gone..." I whispered brokenly.

Yaz hugged me close and rubbed my back soothingly. Ryan and Graham exchanged a sad look with each other.

&&&&

The Doctor finally come to see me. I know she was bad at social interaction. She didn't know what to do to console me.

I suppose it was unfair of me to corner her like that but I wasn't exactly in my right mind.

"Save him." I begged, no, I demanded. "Save my dad."

"(name), you know I can't do that."

"Why not? You did it for Clara. You got Danny Pink back for her."

The fam is confused because they didn't know Clara or Danny but I do. I remembered what Clara did to ensure that the Doctor will save her boyfriend. I knew it didn't work in the end but the Doctor was willing to help her, even going to 'hell' with her to get Danny back. Why can't she do the same for me? I have been her companion a whole lot longer now. Don't I get special treatment too like Clara?

"I'm sorry, (name), but I can't do that. Your dad's death is fixed."

"NO."

"(name)..."

"Doctor, please save him. He is my dad. He's the only family I got. Please?" I begged.

"I'm so sorry..."

"Then what's the point of you?!" I yelled angrily.

The Doctor didn't say anything, only looking at me with a sad expression.

I left them. The fam called out my name but I ignored all of them. I was in too much pain. Tears started to fall on my face again.

&&&&

I was depressed.

After the funeral, I locked myself in my room. The fam contacted me by phone, left messages and even come into my house but I ignored all of them. The Doctor didn't come for me. I suppose she knew I needed the space away from her.

Honestly, I don't have any energy to do anything. I was a mess. And after the Doctor's refusal to help me get my dad back, I didn't want to see her either. I resented her.

It has been two months and I still have not sorting my life in order. I never go back to the Tardis. I think the Doctor and the fam went adventuring without me. But they still attempted to contact me from time to time.

I just want to be left alone. I wish the world would just go away.

There is insistent knocking on the door much to my annoyance.

"Go away!" I yelled.

More knocking.

I had enough. I walked and opened the door, intending to give hell to whoever it is on the other side of the door. It was Yaz.

"Hey."

My anger is gone as I saw her hesitant smile.

It was awkward.

"We miss you. The Doctor, too. Come back to the Tardis, (name)."

"I can't."

"You shouldn't be alone."

"I don't have anyone now."

"You still have us." Yaz said.

I shook my head. "Just leave me alone. I'm done with the Doctor and everything." I said and closed the door despite Yaz's protest. I know what I said probably going to make her worry more about me but frankly I didn't care. Sooner or later they will just give up and leave me anyway.

&&&&

I overdose on my sleeping medicine. But the Doctor and Yaz rescued me just before I succumb to the darkness forever. Apparently Yaz has been persuading the Doctor to try to talk to me and she finally relents. Of course, they came on the day where I was at my lowest point in life and they saved me. But I didn't want to be saved.

I distinctly remembered seeing the Doctor's face as she attempted to give me CPR while Yaz is calling ambulance.

"Come on, (name), breath! Don't do this to me! (name), breath!!"

&&&&

I woke up in the hospital to the concerned face of the fam. I was confused at first and then everything that is painful started to sink it again. I cried, wishing to die just to make the pain stop.

The fam insisted I got help and I was too weak to argue so I agreed. I went to seek help from a therapist. But I still couldn't come back into the Tardis. I couldn't face the Doctor. The Doctor probably is relieved that I didn't come back. I would just be a burden to her. Part of me is still angry at her and I think giving her cold shoulder is my way to hurt her back. But I wonder if she even care.

She is not here so she probably doesn't care, I thought, and that thought made me want to cry again.

I went to see a therapist and being prescribed medicine to help me with my anxiety and managing my mood. I started on a normal speaking term with the fam via phone call and messages but we have unspoken mutual agreement not to mention the Doctor or Tardis.

We seemed to agree what I need right now is normal life, away from the idea of time travel and changing the past. I started working again in a coffee & breakfast shop as a waitress. I was just going through the motion every day.

The fam always asked me to hang out with them from time to time but I have no energy to do anything but work. They will always remind me of what I've lost. I know it was my own fault that I lost my friendship with the Doctor.

It was hard to pretend to try to live every single day. Why does everything have to be so hard? Why is life so hard? I can't do it. Sometimes I felt like I couldn't breathe. But I have to fake it so I didn't make everyone worry over me anymore. The sooner they deemed me safe to be left alone the better. So, they can happily travel with the Doctor again without worrying over me.

Eventually, they did convince that I'm getting somewhat better than before. We grew apart slowly with time. It wasn't their fault. I didn't make effort to be a good company anyway.

&&&&

Of course, the universe decided to play a joke on me. One day, after finishing my night shift and as I walked home alone, I got mugged. The guy even waved a knife around me to frighten me.

I snapped. Everything was a blur. I remembered the guy cursed me, calling me crazy bitch. I think I even got hurt at some point. But all I feel is anger.

I was enraged at the violence people are capable of. I lost my dad to some jerk face and now another one dare to show up and threaten me again??

No.

Just NO!

Why? Why do people just keep hurting each other? Why do people just actively trying to be cruel? Why does everyone have to be mean to one another?

I can't live in a world like this. I hate that I even still breathing in this world. I don't want to live in a world like this anymore.

I sobbed and started wailing in tears. I think I really lost my mind that night.

I wished so hard for someone to make the pain stop. My mind flashed into the beautiful smile of the Doctor and I cried. I pushed her away. She is gone from my life now. I was alone.

I didn't know it at the time but I wasn't alone. I could feel this warm presence envelop my mind and all the sorrow and pain inside of me seemed to fade away.

I welcomed the presence gratefully. I let it in.

&&&&

The Doctor could feel the shift in reality. As she regained her bearing, the feeling that something is off gone from her mind. She glanced around in confusion.

“Doctor, what’s wrong?” Yaz asked.

“Hmm, nothing maybe...” The Doctor shrugged it off. “So, fam, where to next?” she asked them with a grin.

&&&&

I woke up in my bed that morning. My mind feels refreshed today. I dare say that I feel better?

As I got out of my house, a neighbour greeted me happily. I smiled back at her.

Everyone seemed to be in a good mood today. The usual grumpy mailman is humming loudly and smiling. People are extra friendly today. When someone dropped something, most people nearby will eagerly help pick it up.

I also smiled as I walked inside the coffee & breakfast shop where I worked. Even when today is my turn with cleaning duty, I was very happy to do it.

Today is a very special day because it is the day she spoke to me. Ivy.

I accidentally broke my nails during cleaning and I asked my fellow workers for a nail clipper when suddenly this young cute woman offered her nail clippers. She gave me a friendly smile at my stupidly confused look.

I have seen her around a few times. She loves to hang out on her own in the shop, ordering coffee while work on her laptop. But I never paid extra attention to anyone before because I was being a robot going through the motion. Now, though...

I muttered a shy thanks to her. She nodded and grabbed her second drink of the day and went back to her table. After cleaning her nail clippers, I walked toward her and returned it. Also I gave her a plate of cake as my gratitude. That would come from my own pocket money but it will be worth it I think.

She smiled at me, making my heart skipped a beat. She looked happy as she took a fork and eat the cake.

I smiled. She is adorable, reminded me of... I stopped myself from thinking about that person. Strangely enough, the pain associates with thinking about her is no longer bother me.

Ivy is very nice. She rambles when she is nervous and she revealed information about herself. She said she is a romance novel writer. I was very excited to learn that I am in the presence of a writer. I would have like to stay with her some more but duty calls.

After that days though, whenever she come by, she would spare some time to talk to me. We started to exchange numbers and send silly messages to each other when we can’t talk in person.

I couldn’t help grinning stupidly whenever I saw her. I walked home after my last shift as I thought about Ivy. She made me really, really happy. Not even, a rude guy who bumped into me just now and called me stupid, will ruin the day for me.

Suddenly I heard a scream. I turned around to locate the source of scream but couldn’t find anything in sight. I frowned for a second, glancing around and saw nobody else seemed to react to the scream earlier so I thought I imagine the whole thing. I resumed walking.

&&&&

The Doctor took her fam to attend a party and they are having fun with the friendly local until one person won’t take no for an answer from Yaz. Yaz, of course, can handle herself and tell the rude guy off.

Ryan looked livid when the guy called Yaz a bitch. The Doctor herself is about to intervene when right before their eyes, the guy disintegrated into nothing.

She ran toward the fam and asked them what happened when they just gave her a blank look. They said they have no idea what the Doctor talking about when she asked them about the rude guy and they went back to partying.

The Doctor pulled her sonic screwdriver and scanned the spot where the man disintegrated but found nothing out of ordinary. It was like that man just never there.

She also scanned her companions but the result is normal too. She is confused. As she want to think further about it, she could feel something pushing in her mind and all her worry is gone again.

&&&&

Today is my day off, and Ivy decided to spend the day with me.

“It’s a date.” She said with a wink.

I blushed.

We have a good time walking in the park to smell the roses, reading books and exchanged stories about it, cuddle up in a sofa at home to watch movie together, ordering food for binge eating and share a hot chocolate drink together.

"You are amazing, Ivy. That book of yours, I love it. I can't believe I never pick up on it before. It should be a best seller." I said, my head is on her laps.

"Aww, thanks, it meant a lot that you love it." She grinned and kissed my forehead.

"I'm going to recommend this book to Yaz."

"Yaz?"

"My friend. Old friend, I suppose. We sorta lost contact recently." I sighed sadly. "All my fault..."

"Well if you think this Yaz will be liking my novels, go ahead rec away. Also it would work as an excuse for you two to reconnect."

I hummed. "If she have time to read it, she probably going to like it but she probably busy saving the world with the Do..." I stopped myself when I realized Ivy didn't know about the Doctor and I probably should keep it a secret. Besides I'm no longer one of them so I have no right broadcasting the Doctor's identity.

"Saving the world? Sound exciting. Who is this Yaz?"

"She is a very busy, very smart police officer."

"I bet she is." Ivy teased. "Is she and you...?"

"She is just my friend. She doesn't like me like that. Not like you." I moved away from her and gazed at her in adoration. I took one of her hands. "You make me happy."

Ivy gave me a soft smile. "Mutual." She pulled me closer to her and we kissed.

&&&&

As time goes by, the Doctor realized something is wrong with the world but everytime she tried to think further, all her worry just washed away out of reach. It seemed nobody but her realized but she can't even hold on the thought for too long before she forgot again.

Until she met the Master again. He showed up out of nowhere and grabbed her, more like knock her out.

The Doctor woke up in an empty bar, save for the Master.

"Welcome back..." The Master said with a grin. "Sorry for the harsh greeting earlier. I have to make sure we will not be interrupted."

"What?"

"So, Doctor, what exactly have you been doing to the world?"

"What do you mean? And why do you assume it was me? If something has gone wrong, I would suspect you instead of me."

The Master rolled his eyes. "The world has gone bonker, Doctor. The people are all happy, giggly and way too friendly. Not my kind of world." He said with disgust. "Also I just got out from the Kasavin dimension so this can't be my doing."

The Doctor frowned. "It wasn't my doing either."

"Then how do we fix it?"

"And why should we? Like you said, the people has become peaceful. Why would I ruin that?"

"You can't fool me, Doctor, you wanted the chaos too if only for you to solve it and be the hero you always make yourself to be. Peaceful world would be too boring even for you." The Master said. "Also, a world with pink cybermen and happy daleks form a singing band together? I'm gonna barf."

The Doctor scrunched her nose at the mention of two of her enemy race. "Seriously?"

"Deadly." The Master said flatly. "Also you must feel the timeline is shifting and unstable. Seemed like lot of humans and aliens alike has gone missing."

The Doctor nodded with a frown.

The Master stared at her. "It is hard for you to hold on the thought that something is off, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's exactly how I have been feeling these days but I keep...forgetting... Wait, why aren't you infected with whatever this is?"

The Master shrugged. "Time lord."

"I am Time Lord too but I was affected..."

"You are stupid Time Lord."

The Doctor gasped, looking offended.

The Master grinned. "My guess because I was still at Kasavin when this, whatever this is, cause the world to go bonker." Then he frowned. "But I could feel it...something trying to convert me...making me...peaceful..." He look absolutely disgusted by the idea. "So, I made a few of this." He showed the Doctor some kind of earpieces. "It helps me to shake off whatever influence trying to get to me."

The Doctor observed the earpierce with interest and she is a bit impressed.

"Take one, Doctor, use it and concentrate." The Master urged.

She glanced at the Master, contemplating whether to trust him just this once or not. Whatever she saw with him seemed agreeable to her so she pick up the earpiece and wear it on one of ears.

Immediately she shook her head as the smokescreen within her mind cleared. But gone all the peaceful feeling that made her happy before and were replaced by this profound sadness. The Doctor is good at hiding her emotion and so she did what she usually do and started to focus at the real problem.

"Oooh. Something is wrong. The people become peaceful but not everyone? Some stilll...a bit rude? And they just vanished as soon as they were rude to others. But whoever did this? How can they know when someone is rude? And how did they do all of this? Mind-controlling everyone, not just humans, but aliens..." The Doctor started to rambles and started walking back and forth.

The Master just rolled his eyes and poured himself a drink.

"And...pink cybermen and happy daleks? Really?" The Doctor whirled around to face the Master.

"Really. It was very wrong."

"We need to get to the bottom of this. I will need more of that earpieces and I need my fam with me."

"Ugh, do we have to involved your humans?"

"Of course we have to. We will need their help. This is going to be a tricky one."

&&&&

Yaz, Ryan and Graham are depressed after wearing the earpieces. All their happy emotion were replaced with a sorrow they can't comprehend. They knew the world is not all unicorn and rainbow and that most of the time, the world is a cruel place but the second revelation of it are giving them despair. It was like they were high on drug and now they suddenly come down from it cold turkey.

The Doctor are worried for the fam but she knew that they can overcome it eventually.

"That guy who called me a bitch, did he die?" Yaz asked.

"I don't know, could be... We didn't know enough to make assumption." The Doctor said.

"If whoever did this to the world intend to wipe evil rude people, why is he still here?" Ryan pointed at the Master.

The Master rolled his eyes at him. "Because I'm clever, I beat their games."

&&&&

In the end, the Doctor put the Master as a bait. He disintegrated right before their eyes and through the tracking device on his person, the Doctor found out he was actually teleported by whoever in charge, taken to a dungeon cave somewhere.

The Doctor and the fam rushed on the location via Tardis. There, they found a bunch of people, humans and aliens alike, in cages in unknown deserted planet.

Tension are running high, everyone was scared that 'he/she/it' (everyone seemed to see different captor) would return soon and eat them.

The Master has got out of his cages and take a look around and found a sealed cave with ancient writing and drawing on the wall about something called the blessed devourer.

The Doctor observed the wall in excitement. She can never resist a mystery. She helped translate the writings for the fam.

The blessed devourer can take many forms and be in many places at once. It consumed emotions as a source of energy and consumed flesh to stay corporeal. It won't have full powers unless it was invited. The more it get invitations from the people the strongest its hold is upon the world it descends to. Usually it kept the ones who invite it happy and safe, creating a perfect world for them.

Some people form resistance knowing the world has gone wrong but no one able to stand in its ways for its power is strong. The only way to reset the world is to make everyone who invite it in to reject it. Every last one of them would have otherwise it will still have powers to overwhelm you.

One person refuses to reject it and as a result, the world didn't get a reset but it was beaten down and weakened to the point of hiding. The world returned to normal somewhat but the casualties of the people it consumed remained true.

The Doctor and the Master exchanged a look at each other, confused. If this had happened before, how come the Time Lords were not aware of it? Back at Gallifrey, all of histories and aborted histories on the tips of their fingers and they never learn about this so called blessed devourer. Why?

The Doctor is angry at the Master for destroying Gallifrey and now they will never know the truth.

&&&&

I was with Ivy, holding hands, kissing and having a laugh while walking together when a man looked us over with disgust. I could hear him muttering 'freaks' as he walked away. I felt saddened that there is still people who are homophobic but I let it go. Ivy didn't look happy and despite my protest, she went to the cafe where the man entered. I didn't follow her as requested by Ivy but I was getting worry that he would hurt her so I was about to get inside when Ivy got out.

"I chew him up." Ivy said with a sweet smile. "He won't be a bother to anyone again."

"Ivy, you really don't need to do that."

"Oh, (name), trust me, it was for my own pleasure..." she said a little viciously.

&&&

The Doctor and company hid themselves when they felt unsettling presence washed over the area. There is this blurring creature who keep flashing its appearance between men/women/children as if it can't make up its mind and settle into one appearance. But those who are in cages are panicking, screaming, cursing, begging for mercy.

The Doctor had to look away when the creatures' mouth opened wide, showing white sharp teeth and sink into the flesh of its chosen snack of the day. Her companion felt sickened by the whole thing to the point of puking. The Master regarded the creature curiously.

The creature finally settled its appearance into those of a child, a ginger-haired little girl. She smiled happily and walked forward to her secret chamber.

The Doctor and company followed discreetly. They took a peek of the chamber that resembles a console. Seven holograms appeared in circle around the little girl. She saw the little girl murmuring soothingly to one of the holograms

As the little girl moved to the next hologram, so does her appearance, sometimes a human, sometimes an alien race. And he/she/it will talk to the hologram soothingly. Afterward, the creature vanished from the chamber.

The Doctor and company got out of hiding and into the chambers to observe the holograms.

The Doctor felt her hearts sinking when she saw one of the holograms displayed is in fact her former companion, (name).

"Oh my God..." Yaz, who also finally noticed, put a hand over her mouth. "(name)?"

"What? How can she be here?" Graham asked.

"Is that really her?" Ryan asked.

The Master rolled his eyes. "Of course, your companion will be one of the stupid ape who invites the creature in."

The Doctor ignored them as she walked toward (name)'s hologram and touched it. She closed her eyes, feeling for something and she found, no, heard it.

"Why? Why do people just keep hurting each other? Why do people just actively trying to be cruel? Why does everyone have to be mean to one another? I can't live in a world like this. I hate that I even still breathing in this world. I don't want to live in a world like this anymore. Please, someone, please make it stop. It's hurt so much." The Doctor could felt (name)'s inner pain. "Doctor... I push her away. She is gone now. I am all alone. Please, God, please help me, just make it all stop, please, I can't...I can't..."

The Doctor's eyes turned glassy with unshed tears. "Oh, (name), I'm so sorry..."

"Doctor?" Yaz called out.

The Doctor moved to the other holograms and every last one is the same, one way of another, they are all a victim of violence whether by another human or alien. A young mother who lost her little girl to a bad person, a young teenage alien who lost his family during the war with another alien, a female alien who is a victim of sexual slavery and so on.

One of the alien race in the hologram, whom the Doctor recognized as a pacifist, her inner pain is actually about the Daleks and Cybermen and her wish is for every races to get along and stop making war in the world which might explain the sight the Master saw of those two race being eerily friendly with each other.

Had the situation not dire, the Doctor would probably find it funny that her enemies has turned into peaceful being. The Doctor is worried that the creature is so strong to even convert Daleks and Cybermen. To think that herself, a Time Lord, also almost fell under its thrall is frightening. She has to put a stop on the creature and reset the world.

The Doctor turned toward the fam and the Master and started telling them what to do.

"We have to make them reject the creature. It won't be easy since the creature is basically giving them everything they wanted, a revenge and a peaceful world. But, our future is at stake, at all cost, we have to make them reject the creature." she said to the fam before turning to the Master firmly. "No killing them."

The Master scoffed. "Wouldn't it be easier to just kill them?"

"This isn't like the Monk. Killing the host still won't sever the connection."

"What monk?" Graham asked.

"Story for another time. Let's go." The Doctor gave them each one person to deal with. Since they are only five people, the Doctor decided to take two.

Yaz wanted to help (name) but the Doctor said she will do it.

"You were right, Yaz, I shouldn't have ignore her. I have to fix this." The Doctor said sadly.

&&&

"Remember, look for the new person in their life and be careful not to upset them more than you need to. Take this earpieces and make them wear it and help them see the truth, appeal to them..." The Doctor declared. She gave each one a communication and teleportation device for when they are in trouble or when they have done the job.

The Master groaned in annoyance. "Helping an ape..."

"Well, you didn't have a choice. You want the world return to normal, don't you?" The Doctor said with a glare. "Behave, Master. You love playing a game? So play this, be the good guy, convince your person to reject the creature and you win."

"Ugh, fine!"

&&&&

I was reading Ivy's draft novel excitedly while drinking my favorite beverage when the bell rang. I thought it would be Ivy. I can't wait to tell her how awesome her new novel is.

I was speechless when I saw the Doctor instead.

She smiled at me hesitantly. "Hey, (name)..."

"Doctor...?" I still can't believe my eyes. The Doctor is here? "What is it? Are the fam...?"

The Doctor hastily said, "Oh, no, they are fine. I actually am here for you, you know, to hang out. It has been a while since we talked after all..."

I narrowed my eyes at her, not believing that she actually wanted to hang out with me.

She smiled at me with a hopeful puppy look that she probably knew I couldn't resist.

I sighed and let her come inside.

She grinned and entered the room and made her way to the cushion. "What are you reading?"

"Just some book." I refused to talk about Ivy's book with her.

"I love book. What is it about?"

"Doctor, why are you really here?" I asked. "I get the feeling this is not a social visit." I said. "Or is it? If you are worry of me being suicidal, don't, I'm fine now."

"It's not about that. Well, It is about that and more. It's also about your new friend."

I frowned. "Ivy? How do you know about her? Have you been watching?"

The Doctor glanced at me with a look of sad and guilt. "(name), I'm so sorry but Ivy is not what she said she is. She is not human."

I was surprised at the mention that Ivy is not human but... "So what? So she may or may not be human, so what? You are not human either, Doctor." I felt the need to defend Ivy, she is my girlfriend after all.

"This is different."

"How?"

"She changed the world, (name)."

"I noticed."

"yeah, she... Wait, what? You know?"

"I mean I didn't know she is the one who did it but I do notice the world is changing and for the better." I said. "And she did make my life better. I was at my lowest point in life after I lost my dad, Doctor, and she make it better, make it more bearable."

"But it's more than that though, (name), she is eating people."

"What?"

"Yeah, she took people who are evil or has bad manner and she ate them...chew them up inside her stomach, I saw it."

My mind flashed at what Ivy said before regarding the rude man who called us freaks, about how she chew him up and that he won't be a bother anymore. My face turned pale in realization. My girlfriend is actually an alien, I thought in confusion but for some reason I'm not afraid.

"(name), you need to wear this." The Doctor said as she handed me an earpiece.

"What is this for?"

"She put the world under her thrall. This will help you combat it. I worked it with the Master to make more for the rest of you."

"You worked with the Master?" I asked in disbelief. I took a step back. I didn't want to hear about this. I suddenly feel the urge to run.

The Doctor suddenly moved in front of me which make me jump in surprise since I didn't notice her. She put the earpiece inside one of my ears despite my protest.

I closed my eyes as I felt like the world is sinking before me. The happiness is gone. The sorrow is back full course. I opened my eyes as tears started to fell from my cheek. "Why? Why would you do this to me, Doctor?"

"I'm sorry, (name), but I have to make you see." The Doctor said as she grabbed both of my arms. "Ivy is dangerous. She will eventually turn against you too after she has her fills with the world."

"So let her..." I whispered.

"What?" The Doctor stared at me in disbelief.

"Why would you want to change this world? Why would you want it to return to the chaos? Ivy made everyone happy and safe. There are no crime, no wars."

"Yeah, but at what price? She has been consuming people and not just the rude. She is snacking on the happy people too. Her true self consumed emotion and flesh and the whole world is her all-she-can-eat buffet."

"So?"

The Doctor look confused. She didn't understand why I didn't jump on board the Doctor's train anymore.

"If it's the price of peace..."

"What? The price of peace is her stomach?! Are you listening to yourself, (name)?"

I didn't reply as I stared at Ivy who has suddenly appeared behind the Doctor.

"Step away from her, Doctor." Ivy said with venom.

The Doctor turned toward Ivy and smiled grimly. "So you know who I am..."

"And I also know your friends...the one you sent to disturb my peace. I am with them too right at this moment."

The Doctor look nervous. "If you hurt them..."

"You hurt me first! And if you and them don't stop soon, I can't be held responsible for breaking my promise." Ivy said as she glanced at me.

"Promise? Your deal with (name) when she let you in?" The Doctor asked. She turned to me. "What is the promise?"

"To keep you and everyone I have left safe. To not be alone and in pain anymore. To live in a world where everyone is happy." I whispered.

"Except you don't have them, (name), they never come back for you. Even now, they show up here just to tear us apart." Ivy said with a touch of anger and sadness.

I glanced at the Doctor and Ivy in sorrow, not hearing what they are talking about. I didn't know what to do.

The Doctor is begging me to reject Ivy and save the world once more. Ivy begged me to stay with her and promised to make me happy until the day I die.

Ivy is in pain. It seemed the Master and the companion has managed to convince the others to reject her. She is having a hard time to maintain her appearance. She keep flickering in and out of existence. She glanced at me sadly.

"(name), please help me."

"You are the last, (name), please, I know you are still in pain right now, but you need to reset the world to the original state." The Doctor begged me, appeal to my humanity. "I promise this time around I will be there for you. I won't abandon you. I'm sorry I couldn't get your dad back for you. But I will be there with you."

I gazed at the Doctor and saw her sincerity. But I also know the Doctor is good at lies. And yet, what is it about her that make me still want her approval?

I turned to look at Ivy and I walked forward to her ignoring the Doctor's protest. I put a hand over her cheeks. "Ivy, thank you, for everything, for making me happy and at peace with myself. I love you for it. But I guess...it's time for me to grow up and face the consequence..."

Ivy gazed at me sadly. "Are you sure about this? You know how this will end..."

"I know. And I'm okay with it." I said and it will be the truth because I would revert back to that moment where I already give up.

Ivy nodded and turned to the Doctor. "It seemed like you have won, Doctor. But know this, now that (name) has rejected me, time will reset back to the moment she let me in and she will die."

The Doctor froze. "What? What are you talking about?" she asked in panic as she glanced between Ivy and me.

"The night I found her, she was dying, if time is reset, that's meant she never let me in, which mean I never save her. She will die on that road, all alone."

The Doctor turned toward me. "What is she talking about, (name)? You are dying?"

I chuckled sadly. "The irony, Doctor, I died more or less the same way as my dad..."

The Doctor shook her head. "No. That's not going to happen. I will save you."

Ivy sighed in amusement. "oh, Doctor, haven't you realized yet? No one will remember this moment in time. It is erased, no longer exist, which mean you will never know either."

"I am a Time Lord! I will remember! Aborted timelines or not!"

"And yet Gallifrey didn't know of my existence, didn't they?" Ivy asked. She sighed. "You save everyone but her, Doctor."

"No." The Doctor turned to me pleadingly as the timeline shattered before us.

&&&&

I snapped angrily at the man who dared to threaten me with a knife. It reminded me too much of the day my Dad got shot. I didn't remember exactly what happen next, only that I lost my sanity and fought back stupidly.

And then there was pain.

I realized I have been stabbed or more like I tripped and fell straight to the path of the knife in my fit of rage.

"You crazy bitch!!" the man shouted at me. He left in a hurry.

I was alone and in pain.

I stared at the night sky. Strange enough, I felt calm and at peace.

&&&&

Yaz got a phone call. Her face turned pale as she turned to face the Doctor, Ryan and Graham. They were still laughing at something before they stopped upon seeing her state.

"It's (name)..."

&&&&

The Tardis landed on alley nearby and the Doctor and her companion ran outside immediately toward the road.

They saw the road is full of spectator. There are police cars.

The Doctor gulped as she walked slowly toward the crime scene.

There, on the road, a body covered in white sheet. A stabbing victim. They said it was mugging gone wrong.

Yaz talked to a fellow police officer to get more details.

Ryan and Graham stood with the Doctor each by her side.

The Doctor stared at the body with one forlorn glance, unable to comprehend what is happening. Yet another one she lost, another one she let down...

#thirteenth doctor x reader #13th doctor x reader #doctor who fanfiction #doctor who imagine #thirteenth doctor imagine #shiefenwrites

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finestra-rp · 5 years

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Dear INGRID ALICE FORTESCUE and VALERIUS MULCIBER, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. You have 24 hours to send in your account!

Was that [MARIA PEDRAZA] I just saw walking down the hallways? Oh wait, no - that was [ALICE FORTESCUE]. The [FEMALE] is a [19] year old [GRYFFINDOR] who is in [9th YEAR]. I heard the [PURE BLOOD] has chosen to [STAY NEUTRAL] which explains why [SHE] is [AMICABLE] and [A DREAMER], but also [CYNICAL] and [STUBBORN]. But who really knows? (ooc: Ingrid/27/she/her/EST) Please provide us with three headcanons about your character OR a short bio: -

1) Grew up in southern Spain to a french father and spanish mother, so she speaks both languages fluently.

2) Her uncle runs the popular ice cream place in Diagon Alley. She works there in the summer.

3) Has a tendency of speaking in riddles to amuse herself and confuse other people.

Boggart: Clowns Patronus: Sea turtle Quidditch: - Clubs: charms and music Prefect: - Major: Magical languages

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Was that [DANIEL SHARMAN] I just saw walking down the hallways? Oh wait, no - that was [VALERIUS MULCIBER]. The [MALE] is a [21] year old [SLYTHERIN] who is in [11th YEAR]. I heard the [PURE BLOOD] has chosen to [SIDE WITH THE DEATH EATERS] which explains why [HE] is [CHARISMATIC] and [AMBITIOUS], but also [MANIPULATIVE] and [ARROGANT]. But who really knows? Please provide us with three headcanons about your character OR a short bio: -

1) He transferred from Durmstrang at year 4 after his mother’s untimely death. His siblings still attend that school and he seldom talks about them.

2) It is believed he tortures kittens when he’s stressed… that’s a lie, he tortures crows.

3) He got hit in the head with a bludger when he was 12, he’s loved the position of beater ever since and has a small scar on his temple because of the accident.

Boggart: Shattered / broken glass Patronus: - Quidditch: Beater Clubs: Slug Club Prefect: 11th year prefect Major: Defense Against the Dark Arts

#valerius mulciber #daniel sharman #alice fortescue #maria pedraza #hprp #hp rp #harry potter rp #marauders rp #hogwarts rp #accepted #submission

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dreamdosed · 1 year

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hello everyone

#OOC : dear dreamer #i wrote a bit of the verse descriptions and now im working on mun icons #yeas my faceclaim is ame from n.eedy s.treamer o.verload. cus that is me

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joie-university-rp · 4 years

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Dear RACHEL BERRY,

It is with great pleasure we invite you admission to Joie University! Welcome to the Thunderclap family!

Congratulations, EMILY! Please be sure to check the New Members’ Checklist and send in your character’s account within 24 hours from now. We cannot wait to see all that you will bring to this roleplay! We love you already!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias; pronouns: Emily, she/hers

Age, Timezone: 27, EST

Activity, short explanation: 7-8/10 – my job situation is currently on the rocks, but when it gets back to normal, I usually work about 4 days a week. My activity can be constant, though, usually in the afternoon and in the evening! If I need time off for certain things, I can always give a heads up.

Ships: Rachel/Chemistry

Anti-Ships: Rachel/Forced

Triggers: RFP

Preferred photo for Character’s ID (please give a link): LINK HERE

Anything else: Thank you so much in advance for reading this over!

IC INFORMATION:

Full Name (First, Middle, Last): Rachel Barbra Berry ★

FC: Lea Michele

Age/Year at University (Freshman [1st Year], Sophomore, Junior, Senior, or Graduate Student): 21, Junior

Birth date (MONTH DAY, YEAR): December 18th, 1999

Hometown (please be sure to check the hometowns listed for characters your muse is related to!): Evanston, Chicago

Gender/Pronouns: She/Hers

Sexuality: Pansexual

Major(s): Theatre

Minor(s) [optional]: Music

Housing request (remember, only the president of a Greek Organization is required to live at a Greek House to be in it!): Pillsbury Dormitory

Extracurriculars (Click here for the list. Be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, secretary, etc.] If something isn’t listed, please put it here and we will add it to the masterlist!): Drama Club, Glee Club, LGBT+ Alliance

Greek Life Affiliation [optional] (Please be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, pledge educator, etc.] or if your character is not yet a member, but plans to rush): N/A.

CHARACTER PROFILE:

The second Rachel’s Dads found out about how talented she was, they spared no expense. Tap lessons, ballet lessons, voice lessons – Rachel received any sort of class and enrichment that would further her chances at success. She was very musically capable from a young age, and the more Rachel grew, the stronger that talent grew. Despite the fact that their town wasn’t much for fostering young people’s passion for the arts, the city was just a train ride away. There, in the depths of Chicago, was where Rachel got her first taste of local theatre. National tours came through, community productions lit up the stage, and Rachel wanted to be apart of it every chance she got. In fact, she nearly got a taste of professional stardom when casting calls went live for a National tour. However, her Dads decided she was too young to give up her education, and despite the fact that she knows they had her best interests in mind, part of her always resents them for holding her back from achieving her dreams.

The innate stress that Rachel was put under since the beginning of her life has given her anxiety in a variety of ways. The amount of attention she was given in terms of fostering and growing her talent makes her think that if she’s not constantly striving for the very best, she’s slacking and wasting not only her time, but the time of those around her. Without any real roadblock to tell her to slow down, Rachel can and will run herself into the ground with work. She never truly means to torpedo into a stress induced work cyclone, but her lack of interpersonal connections in grade school never enabled her to friendship. Therefore, her career will always come first, and her work ethic is the most important thing in her professional life. Other than her actual talent, of course.

When she was younger, Rachel sought the identity of her birth mother. Though her Dads discouraged any further research beyond what they wanted her to know, Rachel always felt like part of her life was missing. It’s past the time of what people think a traditional family can look like, but that didn’t pull away from the yearning that Rachel felt for her mother. However, her results didn’t lead to much of anything on her own, and Rachel was quick to dismiss the idea of ever finding out who her Mom was. Because of her lack of research, and because of her low self esteem, Rachel often makes up fantastical lies about the mysterious identity of her mother. She’ll never name drop anyone exclusively, but she’ll certainly hint and poke at specific people, hoping that the allure of possibly being related to someone who could be famous and successful will earn her favor with people higher up on the social hierarchy than herself.

Rachel’s constant boundary pushing is the result of being told she wasn’t good enough over and over again. Her family was loving, and fostered an amazing environment for her to succeed in. However, her peers weren’t always as kind. Her looks didn’t lend her to popularity in high school – in fact, any softness she had was cancelled out by her larger than life attitude. With the constant need to announce herself, and her talent, every time she entered a new room, Rachel kept people at an arm’s length away. Truthfully, she didn’t have many – or any – friends. A penchant for animals sweaters topped off with a brass attitude that most people didn’t give a second chance to has led to a very reclusive life. Maybe she’s over eager when she meets people she think could stand the Rachel Berry Friendship Test, but that eagerness can rub people the wrong way. And if those people can be a threat to Rachel, or her talent? They don’t last very long in her world.

As a budding Broadway starlet, Rachel’s eyes were set on New York City in a post-high school world. Though Julliard seemed the most practical, NYADA fell into her lap from the hands of her doe eyed guidance counselor. Months and months of planning went into her application – as the reigning president of over 16 school clubs, Rachel’s resume spoke for itself. Her talent, however, was another thing, and when her audition came, she knew she could finally, finally prove to someone that she was better than what everyone else said she was. However, when the moment came to actually show her stuff, she choked. The words got caught in her mouth – words to a song she’d been singing since she was three years old – and Rachel saw her future slip through her fingers. Weeks of phone calls and text messages and impromptu visits didn’t win her any favors with the admissions staff, and Rachel resigned herself to a place closer to home – a place that her Dads suggested.

While Joie isn’t exactly what she had in mind, Joie is something that she needed before attempting to take on the big city. Joie is about making connections, about developing your sense of self before you rush out into the real world head first. Rachel’s hoping to use their motto to enhance her own life before regrouping for a second chance at stardom. Along the way, she’s hoping to find new friends, to make connections and hopefully bring those connections with her. She’s never been one to stop and think about her actions, or think about the consequences that come with acting so suddenly and rashly. However, with a strong, supportive group of people around her who can understand the kind of attention she needs, Rachel knows (she has to know) that she can become more than what people expect her to be.

STUDENT CENSUS SURVEY:

(Please answer the following questions IN CHARACTER. Responses can be as long or short as you see fit!)

1. What made you want to attend Joie University?:

If I have to answer honestly and truthfully, my Dads are the entire reason why I’m at this school to begin with. At first, I have to admit that Joie wasn’t even on my radar. As someone who hails from the Midwest, my sights have been set on the East Coast since I was little. However, upon the… unfortunate way my past attempts at college have been, I can’t say I entirely regret the choice that was made for me. The way this school focuses so much of its energy onto creating deep, interpersonal relationships shows that there’s a place for me, somewhere, in this never ending landscape.

2. What are at least 3 positive or neutral and at least 3 negative traits that you believe you possess?

Positivity is something I believe I have in spades. Though it may not seem like I’ve got much to spare, I would certainly say my confidence speaks for itself. I don’t have traditional confidence in the sense that I believe in my looks, or I believe in my physical attraction. Neither of those things are ever going to be true about someone like me. However, what I have is confidence about my talent, and confidence in what I know I’m going to do one way. I can and will be gracing Broadway stages in just a matter of time, and no one else truly has to believe it other than myself. Additionally, my story is one of inspiration, and I truly think that I’m inspiring to those around me. Even through the trials and tribulations that most people face during their high school career, I’ve managed to rise above and seek out success. This includes the rarely talked about incident involving my NYADA audition. People don’t often talk about their failures, and when you’ve suffered a loss the way that I have, you have to come out the other side stronger, and more inspired than ever to do your very best. For me, that comes in the form of not giving up, and striving towards my destiny in New York City. The way that I think, and the way that I have to process things, makes me something of a dreamer. Truth be told, it’s not actually dreaming if you know those dreams are bound to come true. However, my work ethic and my strive to achieve greatness with everything that I do enables me to dream so big. It’s something my Dads have always admired about me, and their love and support of everything I want to do has truly enabled me to become the adult that I am today.

I don’t truly believe in negative traits being the things that derail us as humans. However, if I had to choose something that people don’t exactly admire about me – based on nothing more than personal experience – I suppose my ambition is something of a threat. As someone who’s only strength is the talent I was born with, I’m willing to go to absolute lengths in order to find the success I know I’m entitled to. Some people might find that off putting, and – in the midst of my strong passions – be inclined to call me selfish. While I can admit that I’ve made a few rash decisions based solely on my own needs and wants, I’m not entirely sure that being selfish is an inherently bad thing. Everyone is slightly selfish, correct? Therefore, it’s not just me who suffers from the stigma surrounding it. Because of this, and due to the way I’ve been treated my whole life by peers who are merely jealous of the things I’ve achieved, I’ve also been called defensive. However, I must remind you that my defensive nature is something that I’ve cultivated due to a lifetime of bullying and harassment from the public. They don’t like the way I look, I walk, I talk, I sound. The only thing I truly have going for me is my voice, and my talent. I cannot and will not be made to feel awful for believing so strongly in myself.

3. Which of your traits do you value most?

Though it may be naive to say it, my ambition is my strongest suit. I’ve worked incredibly hard my entire life to perfect and hone my craft. I’ve taken dance lessons, I’ve taken voice lessons, I’ve studied nearly every songbook that exists in the world. Broadway, Top 40, classics, jazz standards – I’ve got them all memorized. Being the best at what you do means putting in the work to make sure you are the best, regardless of what happens. My ambition, and my drive to constantly strive for nothing less than the best is what makes me the best. This is the kind of work ethic you need in order to survive in a cutthroat world of talent. The only difference between me being a girl that can sing very well and me being a star is the pure fact that I will do anything to earn my place on the Great White Way. Not many talented people can say that and have the proof to back it up. I can assure you that Rachel Berry does.

4. How can that trait benefit the University (or its student body) as a whole?

I think everyone can thrive from watching someone succeed at something they’re very good at. It doesn’t need to be repeated just how hard I’ve worked for everything that I’ve achieved. For some people, someone like me can be a little.. frightening to talk to head on. I’m aware that I’m a lot to handle, and I know for certain that I’m not always the best person in the entire world. However, spending time with someone like me could certainly inspire someone else to dream as big as I can. There’s truly no limit when you free your mind of these preconceived notions that you’re simply not good enough. Being excellent at something is the sole reason that I’ve gotten out of my hometown, and will continue to be the reason that I find success when I make my way to New York City. Teaching other people how to do the very same can certainly raise morale, and increase the chances of success throughout the student body.

5. What do you hope to gain from your experience at JU?

There’s a multitude of things I wish I could explain, and with only a certain amount of time to say it, I suppose I’ll have to keep things brief. First and foremost, the one thing I truly wish to seek more than anything else in the world is friendship. It might sound cliche for someone like me to crave one of the most basic things in a human’s life. However, I don’t think it needs explaining that someone like me didn’t have too many close and personal friends in high school. In fact, I don’t think I could ever truly call someone a good friend, outside of my choir director, my Dads, and the barista at the local coffee shop. Which is sad to say, when you’re nearly 21 years old. However, this school seems to thrive with the idea that building connections is the key to the future. Seeking out like minded people who have the same drives and passions that I do can surely help me achieve something as basic as friendship before I’m shipped off to the big city. Chicago is a big, lonely place when you don’t have any familiar faces to set your sights on. In a smaller pond, perhaps there’s a chance that someone won’t flee at the sight of me.

6. What is a quote or song lyric that describes you?

Though most people would expect me to say something from a Broadway classic, or even a Barbra Streisand standard, I have to admit that the song that tends to bring me comfort is from a songbook most people wouldn’t expect someone like me to enjoy. Though rock doesn’t always suit my needs the same way that show tunes do, Coldplay crafted an exceptionally wonderful song that encapsulates what it means to be stuck in a world that makes you wish you were somewhere else. When I was sad, I’d get a cup of water, and my Dads would play this at a very soft volume to soothe me back to sleep. In the trying times of my adulthood, I find it still gives me the same sense of comfort that it did when I was a child.

When she was just a girl she expected the world But it flew away from her reach So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise Every time she closed her eyes

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Lost Love

Characters - Dean, Sam, Bobby, Reader

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Summary - After John died, the three men were back at Bobby’s house. Dean’s not taking it too well, and Sam and Bobby are at a loss on how to help him. That’s when Sam remember’s a girl Dean always talked about when they were younger. It would be a long shot, but it was the only idea they had.

Word Count - 3,468

Warnings - Angst, fluff, possibly a little bit OOC? (If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - My beautiful little sister made this pile of...idk what it was...into a BEAUTIFUL masterpiece! AGAIN! lol Thank you @wrenwritesometimes

Tags - @blondekel77 @xfirespritex @@big-to-beautiful @notnaturalanahi @thepalaceofmelanie @lenaabs @hushothermuses @theimpossibleg1rl @deathtonormalcy56 @impala-dreamer @jensen-jarpad @jpadjackles

Story:

Dean stood broodingly and dusty, staring at the hood of his crumpled baby as Bobby and Sam sat inside talking.

They knew he was upset. He was taking the loss hard, and there was nothing they could do. He wouldn’t open up to either of them - it just wasn’t his style. Both had tried everything they could think of to get through to him, but nothing was working.

“I don’t know what to do here, Sam,” Bobby admitted exasperatedly. “I’ve never seen ‘im like this before.”

“I… I haven't either,” Sam replied and leaned back into the chair he was in.

It was a full minute before he perked up, and sat up straight, his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide. “Bobby, I might have an idea who could help… it might a long shot, though...”

“Well, spit it out, kid,” Bobby shot back, leaning forward in his own seat.

“I think I could call this… this girl Dean used to know...”

Bobby raised his eyebrows to prompt Sam to just say who, but Sam was busy gnawing his lip and staring at the carpeted floor.

Shaking his head in exasperation, he snapped his fingers and said mockingly slow, “And that is...?”

“She’s--was-- she was just…” Sam stammered. “She was just this girl Dean used to know.” Sam didn't know how else to explain her. It was basically all the information he had ever received about her from Dean.

Bobby leaned back in his seat, staring long and hard at the young man before him stammering like a shy fourteen-year-old kid all over again.

“Dean was close with someone other than family?” Bobby’s eyes narrowed a little, moving to questioning Dean.

“Close enough,” Sam shirked.

Bobby was getting frustrated now. Why was he being so vague? “Close enough, meaning?”

“Whaddayou think, Bobby,” Sam brushed off quickly and changed subjects quickly. “I bet he still has her number in his phone,” Sam shrugged uncomfortably.

“She a hunter?” Bobby questioned. He wasn't about to let Sam off the hook yet.

“Not… exactly,” Sam allowed.

“What do you mean not exactly,” Bobby mimicked, looking at Sam confused and frustratedly.

“I mean…” Sam conceded. “Dean used to… take her on hunts when dad would make him go hunting alone... but she’s not a hunter herself.”

“So who is she, then?” Bobby pressed on, frustrated, confused, and cautious now.

“I don’t know for sure,” Sam admitted, leaning back in his seat again. “He never really gave me that many details on her. I just remember seeing text messages to her whenever he was upset.”

“And how do you think she’ll help?” Bobby said snidely. He didn't particularly like the idea of inviting a stranger out to his house.

“She may be the only hope to calming Dean down, Bobby.”

“You know he’ll be mad at us when he finds out,” Bobby challenged, though softer.

“It’ll be worth it if it gets him out of this slump,” Sam said with a noncommittal shrug.

Sam stood up from the table and went to find Dean’s phone. Scrolling through his brother’s contacts, he found the girl’s name, and wrote down the number quickly before putting the phone back where he found it.

Walking back to where Bobby was still seated, Sam pulled out his own cell phone, and dialed the number, hoping it was still connected.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Sam stammered, taken off guard by the response. He didn't honestly expect the number to still work. “Is this--uh… is this Y/N?”

“Yes?” Her response came, her tone that cautious curiosity you hear when you answer an unknown call. “Who is this?”

“Do you know a Dean Winchester by chance?” Sam asked and his brow furrowed when the line went silent for a long moment.

“Who is this?”

“This is Sam Winchester,” Sam responded rushedly. “I’m Dean’s brother.”

“How did you get my number?” She asked lowly.

“Look,” Sam defended softly after he shook off his shock at her responses. “I’m sorry to call you like this. I took your number from Dean’s phone without him knowing… he’s had it for years.”

“Why, exactly? Dean and I haven’t spoken in years.” Despite sounding mad and her tone being harsh, she sounded remorseful.

“Listen, Dean’s in a rough place right now, and I couldn’t think of anyone else that would help.”

“And so you thought calling me was a good idea?” She sounded a bit frustrated; a bit flustered.

“He always talked about you,” Sam tried to explain. “How you’d help him on hunts, and how you were always there when he needed someone to turn to. He never really had anything negative to say about you, so I just thought -”

“You thought you could sneak into his stuff, find my number, call me up and I’d come running to help out and get him back to his good ol’ self.” She took a deep breath. “Here’s the thing - Sam, right?”

“Yea,” he sighed, sensing she was about to hang up.

“Your dad made it pretty damn clear that I was to stay far away from you boys, and that Dean was to never contact me again,” she ranted. “Being… well, Dean, your brother listened to him and not anything or anyone else.” Her words were harsh but she still sounded remorseful.

“Our dad won’t be a problem anymore,” Sam replied flatly.

“Oh?” she sounded less angry, and more breathless and resigned. “Why’s that?”

“He’s dead,” Sam replied flatly.

She was quiet for a long, long moment.

“I-I… I’m so sorry to hear that...” Sam could hear her tone soften. “Is that why--”

“Yeah. He’s taking it pretty hard.”

She was quiet again until she asked, “Where are you?”

“We’re at Bobby’s in--”

“South Dakota, Sioux Falls… Dean made sure I knew where he was if anything ever came up…” she rambled. “I-I can be there in… about six hours, tops? Think you can keep him around that long?”

“Yea, that won’t be a problem.”

“Alright... I’ll see you then,” she said breathlessly.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Sam. Let’s see if I can even help first.”

Sam hung up the phone, and looked at Bobby, bemused at the entire conversation. He set his phone down, and picked up his beer again.

“Well?” Bobby prompted when Sam found him in his den.

“She said she’ll be here in a few hours.” Sam shrugged.

“That’s it?” Bobby shot back, confused.

“Seems that way?” Sam replied, still confused himself. “As soon as I told her dad died, she didn’t really ask anything else aside from where we were.”

“I really wanna know who this girl is…” Bobby admitted with a chuckle. At Sam’s ‘are you serious’ face, he explained himself.

“I mean - come on, Sam. I don’t even know any hunters that are willing to drop everything and show up like that,” he snapped his fingers, “without asking some questions first.”

“I honestly have no idea, Bobby,” Sam defended, shaking his head. “All Dean ever told me was that it was some girl he had gotten close to, told her our family secret, and would take her on hunts when dad sent him alone... Dean never told me anything else about her. Hell, I don’t even know what she looks like.”

“Let’s hope you made the right move then, I guess,” Bobby said with a derisive snort as he took a swig from his beer.

Dean was so focused on his work in the impala’s hood that he didn’t hear someone approaching until the crunch of the gravel was just behind him and the car.

Dean assumed it was Sam coming to check on him.

“Sam, could you be a dear and hand me the line wrench?”

Looking at the random assortment of tools at the dusty ground she found the line wrench and bent to pick it up wordlessly.

When she stood, Dean was turned around and staring at her with wide, surprised eyes.

Seeing Y/N standing in front of him, his eyes softened and he found himself at a loss for words.

She smiled softly, timid in her own right. “Hey, Dean,” she murmured before awkwardly offering Dean the wrench.

She offered another small smile, wanting so badly to throw her arms around his neck and pull him close, but holding back for fear of how he’d respond.

He took an unguarded, stumbling step closer to her, standing at the corner of the car, wiping his hands off and setting his rag down. Taking another step, he stood toe to toe with her, looking down, his hands slowly found their way respectively onto the dip of her waist and the wrench.

She looked down at their hands as Dean lightly wrestled the wrench from her hand and tossed it to the side before he rested both hands in their rightful place on her waist.

Lifting her eyes, she looked up at him through her lashes, seeing his emerald green eyes sparkle just as they had every time before. His hands never left her body as they moved up to grasp her shoulders. He leaned his head down ever so slowly until his lips brushed against hers. She placed a swift, gentle peck against them, as if offering permission.

It was all he needed.

His fingers’ tightened their grip on her shoulders, pulling her in even closer. His arms wound themselves around her, trapping her arms to their chests. She could feel their hearts pounding together as one of his arms trailed down along her spine.

The way he moved his mouth along with hers, a desperate longing, demanding yet passionate, caused him to let out a deep growl before he finally pulled away, leaving her to catch her breath. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and took a deep breath of his own.

“What are you doing here?” he finally asked, just barely above a whisper.

“Your brother called me,” she said with a smirk.

“How did he--” Dean chuckled.

“He said you used to talk about me,” Y/N interrupted with a small and teasingly smug smile at the thought. “Found my number in your phone and figured it was worth a shot.”

Her smiled faded as she continued. “He’s worried about you, Dean. They both are.”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” Dean responded hoarsely, his expression soft… and undeniably pained.

He let go of her quickly with reluctance and tried to turn back toward the car, but Y/N grabbed his wrist, as he took a step away, to stop him.

“No… You’re not,” she retorted gently. “You may be able to lie to Sam and Bobby, but you can’t pretend with me, man.”

“We haven’t seen each other in seven years, Y/N,” Dean tried to argue, pulling his hand free from her grasp. “You don’t know anything about me anymore.”

Y/N was taken aback, but her hand found his wrist again before he got to far.

“I know more than you think,” she shot back, trying not to yell at the man before her. “I know you’re - you're doing what you did when your dad made you move on from me,” she said angrily, her voice involuntarily cracking.

Dean was silent, but his jaw clenched and cocked to the side.

“I know that you're saying one thing… meaning the other,” she listed. “I know you're bottling up what you feel in order for those around you to just forget about you so they can go through the motions…”

Dean was rebelliously silent.

“I know that you’re trying to be that solid rock for everyone else, but… Dean, you can't do that when you hardly have any foundation for yourself anymore,” Y/N exclaimed softly. “You can’t keep bottling all this up, Dean. All it’ll do is break you. Maybe not now…” she conceded, “but it will break you.”

“I can handle it, Y/N,” Dean defended flatly. “Really.”

“Winchester, you’re as stubborn as ever, you know that?” Y/N snapped, taking Dean by surprise. “But let me tell you one thing, one thing that will never change.”

Y/N moved her hands to frame Dean’s face. She made him look at her, into her eyes.

“You--” she shook him lightly, “Are not--” again, “Your father.”

His eyes narrowed as he glared at her. “You don’t know a damn thing about my father!” He nudged Y/N back and marched toward his car again.

Angry now, Y/N shouted back, “I may not know all about your dad, Dean, but I know how you reacted to him!”

Dean rounded back on her, but stayed planted in front of the impala’s hood. “Oh, yeah, and how did I react to my father, Y/N!”

“Like I did with mine!” Y/N snapped, but then immediately hunched her shoulders and held a hand to her mouth to cover how her chin was quivering.

“Like how you try so hard to be like him,” she pressed on, willing her voice to stop wavering and the tears to stop. “And to make him proud? But you can't?” Her voice was cracking so much - too much. She just wanted to shut up and leave… but she had to stay.

“You can’t be John!” She roared, clenching her fists to her sides, tears running freely. “You’re better than him, Dean! So much better! You don’t have to be that-that little obedient kid he wanted so badly! Not anymore!”

Dean stood in silence. His breathing heavy, and his fists clenched.

She watched through watering eyes as he closed his eyes tight, rubbing his forehead with his knuckles.

Sniffling, Y/N looked around the yard, spotting a crowbar.

“Fine,” she said finally, her voice hoarse from emotion. “You wanna play tough guy.”

Picking up the crowbar, she held it out for him. “Here.”

He lifted his face from his hands to stare at the crowbar. He stayed still, looking up at her with an angry, baffled expression.

“What’s this for?” he asked dangerously.

“Just take it,” she snapped lightly.

“Why?” he demanded un-movingly.

“Dean,” Y/N scolded, her eyes violently fluttered with an eyeroll, before closing exasperatedly. “I'm not asking you to beat me with the crowbar.”

With that, he took it from her hands carefully.

“Go on,” she said as she backed up a few steps. She sniffled as she nodded toward a random, dilapidated, junk car behind him.

He looked at her, then to the crowbar, then to the car.

Gripping it tightly, like a bat, no other words needed to be said, he whipped around and with the momentum, smashed the window of the car behind him.

Y/N tensed, cringing slightly at the sudden sound of breaking glass, but just watched, her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

What surprised Y/N was when, with another aggressive turn, Dean assaulted the impala itself, bringing the crowbar down on the trunk, over, and over again.

The racket brought a very startled Sam and Bobby to come investigate the noise.

They were both stunned to watch Dean destroy his most prized possession.

It was Sam that was first to react, quickly making his way down the porch stairs. Y/N, however, stopped him before he got too close.

“It’s-It's fine. Just leave him,” she murmured.

“But, he’s -” Sam’s voice conveyed his concern for his brother clearly.

“He’s grieving Sam,” Y/N interrupted. “It’s what he needs to do.”

“What do you mean? He loves that damn car,” Bobby voiced his confusion from behind them.

“He still does... that's not the point. I mean, I was just as surprised when he turned on Baby...” Y/N explained. “Just... let him get it all out, and he’ll be good.”

“How can you be so sure?” Sam argued, moving to stop his brother again.

“Stop,” she ordered, standing short but tall. She looked up at the giant towering over her. “He’ll beat up on the car a little, take out all that bottled up emotion he’s been trying to hide. All the bottled up aggression, anger, and pain he’s been harboring towards you guys’ father - that he could never express directly - and then he can focus on getting back to being himself.”

She looked between the two men standing on either side of her. They both just nodded dumbly just in time to watch Dean stagger back from the impala.

Dean tossed the weapon aside, breathing heavily.

He put his hands on the trunk and leaned against it while he looked at the three of them standing there as his chest heaved.

He got up from the impala and b-lined right to Y/N and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, resting his own forehead against hers.

Once he steadied his breathing, he whispered, “Thank you,” quietly to her.

“You’re welcome, Dean,” she whispered back, wrapping her arms tightly around his abdomen.

He stood up straight, and looked toward his brother. His hands never leaving their spot around Y/N, only loosening slightly.

“Sammy, normally I’d be pissed that you went through my stuff and pulled a stunt like this,” he began angrily before sighing and relaxing slightly into Y/N. “But I’m glad you did this time.”

He waved a warning finger Sam’s way. “Just don’t make it a habit, got it?”

“Deal,” Sam mumbled, smiling at his brother.

“You good now, boy?” Bobby spoke gruffly, leaning on his porch column.

“I’m good, Bobby.” Dean responded quietly, pulling Y/N in tighter, resting his chin gently on the top of her head.

Bobby looked between the two of them with a huff of a laugh, and went back inside his house.

Dean turned his attention back to Y/N and moved his forehead to rest against hers once more, closing his eyes blissfully.

They didn't mean to, but Sam stared at the exchange alone before he smiled a bemused smile to himself before joining Bobby inside.

It had been a few hours, Dean and Y/N had joined Bobby and Sam inside for beers a while ago.

After noticing lingering glances from Bobby, Y/N chuckled and asked what was the matter.

“I’m glad you seem closer to yourself and all Dean, but, is one of you going to explain why she is so gawd dang important?”

Y/N and Dean just laugh.

“No offense.” Bobby smirks at her.

“None taken Bobby.” Y/N looks up at Dean. “You want to explain? Or should I?”

“Let’s grab another beer first. Then you can fill them in.” He smiles down at her.

Y/N offers to grab a beer for each of the men, and hands them out before taking a seat near Dean, who’s hand immediately intertwines with hers.

“So what’s the story here?” Bobby questioned again.

“Well, Dean and I knew each other when we were kids, before you were even born Sam. Once Mary died though, and John became a hunter, we lost touch. That was, until John came back to Lawrence looking for answers. Dean and I reconnected, and managed to find a way to sneak around to keep in touch after you all left again. He kept my parent’s home phone number on a piece of paper and would call me from pay phones or hotel phones any chance he could. Once he was able to drive, he’d offer to go on hunts alone. Sometimes, he’d even make them up just to be able to see me. We’d either meet somewhere in the middle, or he’d pick me up as he passed through, whatever we had to do.”

“So you really are something special to this boy, huh?” Bobby smiled a little as he looked between the two.

“I guess so.” She blushed a little before taking a deep breath. “John sure thought so anyway. Hated it too. Thought I was taking all Dean’s attention away from hunting. Told us we weren’t allowed to see each other anymore, or even contact each other for that matter. I’d still get the occasional text message, or voice mail, either letting me know of a new phone number or telling me he was still alive. On occasion, if he was having a really bad time, I’d get random messages of just him kind of venting his problems. That was it though, I never saw him again. Until today anyway.”

“Y/N here was the only person I’ve ever trusted outside of our family, the one person I could turn to when things started to crash around me, and the only girl I’ve ever truly loved. Dad knew it too. I don’t know if he was trying to save us from having the same thing happen to her that happened to mom, or if he was worried I’d give up on the family business, but whatever his reason, he kept us apart for a long time. I thought she’d forgotten about me. Moved on with her life.”

She lifted his arm, and wrapped it around her shoulders, never releasing her hand from his.

“She’s the only one who ever really understood me in a way no one else could. I could fool anyone else, lie my way out of anything with anyone, but not with her. So yea, you could say she’s somethin’ special to me.”

“I love you too Dean.” She chuckled a little. Leaning over, kissing his cheek.

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