#and Donna should use it to say mean things under her breath

[azol-otl]

Random Jason Hijinks I either wish would happen someday or find amusing to think about.

Rose and Jason break Eddie out of hell and steal his soul back from Neron. Jaime is dragged along by Rose because he and Eddie were “friends a few reboots ago”. Jason asked Roy who sent him Connor who is suffering™.

Pre-Red Hood Jason and Pre-Green Arrow Connor first meet up back when Jason was part of the All-Caste hunting a demon. It’s a one-shot adventure and the things you have to know are:  

a) this is before Jason’s growth spurt so he’s over a head shorter than Connor.

b) Connor isn’t a cape so excuse him for not understanding demons and fucking up hilariously a few times.

c) When Jason tries to kill the demon who is possessing the human, he and Connor fight about it. The fight ends when the demon explodes out of the person like the Pus of Man from Dark Souls 3.

d) Talia is the one who finds and picks up Jason from the adventure (Connor thinks she’s his mom and Jason just didn’t inherit the melanin) and is also the one who gives Connor contact information for Jason because she wants him to have some sort of friend.

e) They never actually learned the other’s name so anytime they’d hear about Red Hood or Green Arrow they literally don’t know it’s that guy they met as teenagers.

Jason decides to actually dust off his mystic training when Dick walks in and Jason gets hit with so many bad vibes he’s genuinely worried something is wrong with Dick.  

Jason: “Did they not fix the Brother Blood mind control thing fully? Did Raven miss something? Isn’t Dick friends with a million people? How have they all missed this????”

It ends with bringing Danny Chase back to life and the only person remotely happy about it is Jason and even that’s a stretch.

Rose, why are you part of the Wild Hunt?!!!

What do you mean Biz got taken by the fae?!

Roy, why is this werewolf saying he’s your husband?!

Eddie, why didn’t you tell me you were a prince of hell? What do you mean that one of Trigon’s sons is buried in Gotham?!!! No wait, you still haven’t told me how you’re a prince of hell!

Jason and Talia's road trip where Jason comes to the uncomfortable realization that he views Talia as a mother/aunt figure.

Bonus Artemis suffering Jason’s Mom Has it Going On.

Jason gets a new dog named Ellie and he loves her and Dog very much. What do you mean she’s a Blue Lantern!?

Ellie is short for Elpis and she’s absolutely Hope Corgi.

Roy finds out that he has a whole-ass checking account under one of his aliases that he never knew about. Turns out Jason created it for him years ago and Roy’s actually under W.E.  employed as an independent contractor and he’s been making 6 figures for years because Jason never bothered telling anyone that he still owns Wayne R&D.

Jason slowly but surely claims Park Row and the surrounding areas as his territory. It has the unforeseen consequence of magical folk moving into the neighborhood because Gotham is a nightmare to live in normally, Magic Gotham is even worse and the only people who can survive are big hitters like Blood, Zatanna, and Ivy or small fries like the kitchen witch near Leslie’s. Welcome to the big leagues, Jason.

Jason keeps getting mistaken for Jason Blood and it is annoying. One day some demon hunters threw something at Jason and did anyone know Jason used to be in heaven because he sure didn’t and these angel wings are a fucking nightmare.

Rose busts a gut laughing because she somehow became friends with the least demon-y demon Eddie and Jason as an angel.

Jason, Ivy, Sideways, and Impulse (Impulse voice: “Why am I even here?”) vs the Madness Wavelength in Arkham.

Jason kills Joker and finds out that he cannot. Not as in “He doesn’t die” or “There will be a new one” but a secret third option, “The universe literally resets the day every time he’s killed.” Instead of being a tragedy, it becomes a comedy as killing Joker slowly becomes Jason’s go-to when shit goes wrong/killing him is good stress relief. Stephanie discovers what happens because she’s had to write the same essay nine times once. Instead of being horrified they (and then Helena, Tim, Duke, etc.) make killing Joker a gag. The only ones not allowed to kill the Joker are Dick and Bruce because then the universe decides it’s the bad timeline instead of just resetting again.

Tim: *drops his latte on a hot guy and then embarrasses himself in public trying to apologize and becomes a meme.*

Tim: I guess I have to kill Joker now.

Jason and Kory remeeting and wow it’s really awkward that we only got close because of a universe meddler and then you dipped and never contacted me again even though I was a hundred percent serious that you were one of my first friends and are very important to me.

Oh no. Not the talking. Not communication! Kory take mercy on me and just drop me like a bad memory don’t have us open a dialogue where we reconcile all of the bullshit that happened to us and the fact that we did genuinely get close at very low points in our lives and be willing to try and be friends again!

Give! Kory! All! The! Friends! She doesn’t care if you think it’s a bad idea, it's her life!

Gotham Vigilante Tabletop Club (GVTC) featuring Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, Helena, and Harper. They each get a turn as dm and every one of them brings in a different game.

Why is Damian’s friend (Colin) asking me for love advice? I’m a gay disaster ask anyone else please. ??? I guess I can try to help??? Who’s your crush?

It’s Lian and Jason regrets agreeing to help because Roy is going to murder him.

Countdown 2 Electric Boogaloo. Except for this time they were all shoved into the dimension separately and by separate events and there is no danger. It is just a multiversal road trip with the people who vexed you greatly but are slightly grown up now.

Bonus scene includes Jason’s gleeful face when he realizes he understands what all of those words Donna keeps muttering under her breath mean because Artemis was a bro and taught him Themysciran Greek.

[ctitan98official]

@queerpersonified : Donna with a partner that is the personification of a Golden retriever with a hint of snuggly cat in there, they just want to make sure she’s loved and happy , just all around little sweetie But there an absolute American menace Like they do ALL the Italian no no’s that Americans do every day, but there completely oblivious to the fact that it’s wrong The mental image of donnas internal struggle just tickled me so much

Heh, me, an Irish-American, when someone in the group doesn’t buy a round of drinks XD Anyway, had to do some research on things that are cringey in Italian culture, but here we go. Let’s get into it!

You and Donna are madly in love.

You are so kind and affectionate. When you hold her in your arms, she feels safe with you.

The two of you are very physically intimate and you adore when she lets you lie your head in her lap so she can play with your hair.

Donna often jokes that you are much like a big and lovable pet.

You don’t mind. As long as she is taken care of and safe you are happy.

But, there is one small issue that keeps popping up: Your American tendencies. Donna is Italian through and through, and she can’t help but cringe every time you commit a cultural faux pas by accident. She is always kind when she corrects you, but her inner Italian is flaring up on the inside.

One evening, Donna makes you a big, home-cooked Italian dinner. She had spent hours in the kitchen, carefully preparing all of her family’s traditional recipes. But, right before you two sit down to eat, you run into the kitchen to grab something.

Donna quirks an eyebrow at you as you get back to the table. “What did you go get, cara mia?” She asks and begins helping your plate with frutti de mare (Kind of like spaghetti, but full of different types of seafood).

You gesture with a grin to a block of Parmesan cheese and a grater. You begin to sprinkle it all over your pasta.

Donna gasps. “No, no, no!” She exclaims. “You can’t put Parmesan cheese on seafood pasta!”

You look confused. “Really? I thought Parmesan was good on everything.” You say, furrowing your brow in complete confusion.

Donna sighs. “Americans,” She mutters under her breath.

You don’t hear this comment, though. You take a bite and your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Hey, can I have some more sauce on top? It’s so good!” You ask her.

Donna feels her eye beginning to twitch. She has sauced the noodles perfectly. She tries not to take it as an insult and stuffs her frustration down. She clears her throat and takes a deep breath to calm herself. “Y/N, you should never ask for more sauce… It’s kind of rude to the person who made the food in Italian culture.” She explains gently.

Your eyebrows shoot up at this. “Whoa, I’m sorry, babe! I just think it tastes so good! I didn’t mean to-”

Donna feels her annoyance melt away. She giggles at your embarrassment and pinches your cheek. “It’s okay, tesoro. I’m glad you like it.” She tells you. She knows you didn’t mean any harm… But she just came really close to cussing you out.

As the night goes on, you continue to make innocent mistakes, such as using a knife to eat your spaghetti and meatballs or asking for a cappuccino after dinner.

Donna laughs at your sweet naivety, but she also can’t shake the feeling that you are somehow disrespecting Italy itself. You’re a work in progress, but she’ll get you brought up to speed on Italian customs one way or another.

Despite the cultural differences, Donna loves you more than anything. She decides to embrace your American quirks and even starts incorporating some of your favorite dishes into her meals. You’re delighted to see your favorite comfort foods alongside Donna’s traditional Italian fare.

In the end, Donna understands that love knows no cultural boundaries. As long as you’re happy and treat her with love and respect, she is willing to overlook your occasional cultural missteps.

Masterlist

[thatseventiesbitch]

Fictober 5th - “No, anything but that!”

This is part of #Fictober22, original post HERE if you want to follow or write along. Just some drabbles I’m doing, for fun. ✌🏼

“I’m sorry Eric, I’m just not feeling well.” Donna clutched her pregnant belly and Eric felt a pang of guilt for even making her apologize. “I don’t think I can help you set up the crib today, and it’s definitely a two person job.”

“No, no,” Eric soothed, and he set a hand on his girlfriend’s back, guiding her back towards their bedroom. “I’m sorry. Of course, you should rest. I’ll - I’ll try to figure it out myself.”

Damn their procrastinating, Eric thought. They’d kept saying they’d set the crib up next weekend, and then the next one, and then the one after that until, well - they were about to run out of weekends. Baby-free weekends, anyway.

Donna’d started having Braxton-Hicks contractions - Kitty called them false labor pains, but it meant real labor was just ahead. Red had slapped Eric’s shoulders, chuckling, and told him to get the damn crib ready, dumbass.

“I’ve got this,” Eric assured her, trying to hide the panic welling in his voice. “I’ve got it.”

Donna shook her head. “No. You won’t be able to do it alone. But you know who’s surprisingly good at this kind of thing? Jackie. I’ll call her.

“No, anything but that!” Eric shook his head vehemently.

But it was too late. Donna was on the phone, and in just fifteen minutes, Jackie Burkhart was at their door.

“I’m so glad you called me, Donna,” Jackie nodded. “I’ll have that crib built in no time. Well, Eric will. But I’ll tell him what to do.” Upon arriving she’d promptly heated up some tea for Donna, and now she filled a mug and sent a grateful Donna on her way, back to bed. Then Jackie turned to Eric.

“Where’s the instruction manual?” she asked snottily.

“Over there, I’m guessing.” Eric gestured to the large cardboard box the crib was delivered in. He hadn’t touched it.

“Open the box, Eric,” Jackie commanded. She handed him a pair of scissors and primly took a seat on the edge of an ottoman. “I’ll try to use small words so you can understand.” She gave Eric a tight smile.

He growled and snatched the scissors from her, then opened the box and spread the contents out on the rug in silence. When he found the instruction manual, he handed it to Jackie wordlessly. She looked over it and then slid to the floor to inspect the pieces.

“Okay, we need four of these thingies,” she held up a long white piece, but Eric shook his head.

“We only have three.”

Jackie scowled. “What do you mean we only have three? We need four.”

“I mean there’s only three.” Eric scowled back. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Well check the box or something,” she said, exasperated.

Eric shook the box, and the missing long white piece fell to the floor between them. His face turned red, embarrassed, and Jackie snatched the piece in her hand, vindicated.

“Ha,” she snapped. “Follow directions, Eric,” she taunted him, but when he muttered an apology under his breath she let up.

Over the next thirty minutes, they successfully assembled the skeleton of the crib. Surprising both of them, after their initial quibbling they were able to set aside their bickering and work together. Jackie’s natural leadership abilities and prior mechanic experience shone through, and Eric’s craftsmanship from putting together his models lent itself to the task, too. 

“Is that screw tight?” Jackie inspected over his shoulder as they finished attaching the headboard to the base of the crib.

Eric checked it himself, and nodded. “Yep.”

“Are you sure?” Jackie teased him. She tossed the Phillips screwdriver she’d been holding into the toolbox, like she was taking a break for a while. “I want my godchild to be safe while they sleep.”

Eric rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Right. And I have no vested interest here.”

They did take a break to go have a pop in the kitchen, and as they sat down at the counter Jackie said, “You know, Eric, we were almost a good team back there.”

Eric took a thoughtful sip of his Coke. “I’m pleasantly surprised at how not awful that turned out to be.”

“Aw,” Jackie lifted a hand to her heart. “Eric. That’s one of the nicest things you’ve said about me.”

Eric nodded his head sincerely. “I really, really meant it, Jackie.”

“You take directions well,” she said, turning to compliment him.

“Huh,” Eric said. “Tell Donna that, will you?”

“Sure,” Jackie giggled. “You know Eric, we’ve hung out together - just us - twice now, and you haven’t hated it,” she reminded him. “Remember when we registered for gifts for your wedding?” Eric slowly nodded. He remembered. Jackie sipped her Tab, and smiled. “We’re kind of friends, Eric.”

Eric laughed. “No, we’re not,” he said reflexively. Jackie tilted her head, but she didn’t say anything. Eric thought about it for another moment, and then his eyes widened in horror. “Oh my god. You’re kind of my friend!”

Jackie’s laugh was more of a cackle now.

“Oh my god,” Eric begged her. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

Jackie covered her mouth, still laughing. “I think - I think they might already know.”

[or-something-better]

September 20, 2022

Nightly RP    Abel/Baby Outline ending

Abel

SAMUEL! RUBY! Come forth

Ruby

Meeting with Abel, I wonder what it is he wants now.

Sam

I stand a few feet behind Ruby and wait for the other shoe to drop.

Abel

The one married to the so called “God” will be bringing life upon the heavens, and judging by the strength of these storms tonight I would say it’s happening now. looking each of you in the eyes I want those children, they are to be the most powerful being the worlds have ever known once they’ve reached their full strength and with me guiding them, training them, controlling them, hell will rise and the weak shall fall to their knees !

Ruby

You think they won’t notice when babies go missing?

Sam

When Ruby and I were summoned to meet Abel, having it be about Donna and her new babies, wasn’t anything I could have imagined. Abel, this isn’t going to be like picking up a box of ashes… these are Gabe’s children. I’ve been present at Donna’s last two births and it’s an all hands-on-deck affair. I can’t imagine anyplace more well protected than wherever those babies are coming into the world.

Able

You fear the humans? Ruby it’s not the humans you should fear nor the breeding mate of the imposter to the throne , it is i and the he’ll that shall rain upon you unlike fire and brimstone from the heavens if you don’t do as I say !

Ruby

Trying to look meek, “I apologize.”

Sam

I raise my hands in a gesture of surrender. We understand, and I didn’t mean to presume to tell you how to do things. Of course, Ruby and I will do our best to bring you back what you’re asking for.

Abel

NOTHING worth doing is ever easy Samuel  my eyes flashing I throw you both against the wall holding you there  Joe dare you question ME? Warm ME! Go against ME?!?! Samuel I will send you into the pit so deep into the bowels of hell even Ruby will never find you. Do I make myself clear  letting you drop, I turn away then look back  you’re still here?

Sam

Getting slowly back to my feet, I put my hand on Ruby’s back and nod to Abel, then give her a push towards the door.

Ruby

mumbling under my breath, I say,  “Maybe they won’t miss just one.”

Gabe

( these are babies not Doritos 😂)

Sam

Making sure we're alone, I look down at her Ruby, this is a really bad idea. No way this will turn out well for Abel once he moves on Gabe’s children. Gabe will wipe him off the board before we even get the chance to use him to get at Lucifer…

Ruby

“What choice do we have, Sam? I don’t like it either, but we’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t.” I pop us to the restaurant.  “Sam! Look! Angelic births always bring this kind trouble, this will make things easier for us.”

Sam

I hope you're right, Ruby I have a very bad feeling about this I open the door to the restaurant and let Ruby go in before me. It isn't a surprise to see that all hell is already breaking loose.

Dean

seeing Ruby and Sam pop in well look who decides to join us.... Prolly only here to run a damn scheme for Abel.. fighting off another ghost making it disappear how about a little help damnit while your here? Start fighting!

Cass

Seriously what is taking so long ???

Sam

What are we fighting?!

Dean

Ghosts! Ubume they are after the babies!

Sam

Instantly wishing I had access to my gun and salt rounds, I pull my blade and get ready to do whatever I can.

Alex

holding Donna hand you are doing great take a deep breath

Donna SPN: I…Will…Kill…You!!! Glares

Alex

Donna easy easy

Eileen

+wow Cass, doing real great with keeping the new mother happy. I’d watch out, she may eat you. Or... dismember you. slowly. and after that comment I wouldn't expect Gabe to be much help either+

Cass

gulping loudly  sorry! Sorry ! Not you …. I meant the team. You uh ….. take all the time you need ….need anything? Warm towels? A shot of whiskey? All sharp items removed from your reach??

Alex

Look at Cass rise my eyebrows

Gabe

running my hand through your hair ignore him darlin just us. Our beautiful babies …

Donna

my heart skips a beat… as as…. Another contraction starts to hit!

Alex

You are doing great donna you got this

Donna

the curl over my whole body trembling and push out the next baby with a flash!

Charlie

I catch the next baby and wrap it up and hand it to Cass

Dean

get pinned against a wall by an ubume FUCK!

Gabe

my hands glowing as I try to help With the pain

Cass

Another girl!

Ellen

seeing Dean pinned I aim my gun and shoot the ubume

Gabe

Samira! Get her in the bassinet Cass

Cass

cleans her rushing her over and coming back

Donna

I lay back panting…… my whole body trembling… feeling better,  but…. gawd no… the energy and will of the body !

Charlie

Hang on mama angel. We got you

Gabe

Almost there mia vidra, so close you are the strongest most amazing woman the world has ever known. I’m right here.

Dean

as it disappears Holy shit that was close!

Donna

I push out the next baby with a flash! #7

Cass

It’s a……lizard

Charlie

I catch the next baby and wrap and hand it to Cass

Cass

No no wait it’s a girl !!!

Donna

and without laying back….. I cry out again, trembling in Exhaustion! #8 is born! I fall back!

Gabe

Sammi ! Next to the others Cass we’ve got more coming

Donna

I can’t … I can’t

Alex

Breath donna

Charlie

wrapping number 8 I pass it to Cass

Alex

Yes you can you got this donna Holding her hand

Cass

Putting Sammi in her bassinet  I rush back to the action

Henry

the baby doll gets taken away from and leave  there’s go my doll

Patience

ubume take my doll I grab my iron and start swinging

Charlie

You can, we’re all here. Almost there. I do my best to reassure her

Gabe

You can darlin if anyone can it’s you . You and me forever 4 more then we’re done

Alex

Gabe is right you can do it Donna

Donna

I…. I….. my body trembles and I curl over pushing the next baby out #9 in a flash bright light!

Charlie

catching 9, I wrap quickly I get the feeling ten is close

Cass

Another girl , Donna is like a slot machine  sees Gabe glaring  at least we’re winning?

Donna

10 slides out right after! And fall back, tears starting to fall down my face!

Gabe

Sammena! Bassinet now!

Donna

I’m going to kill him!

Charlie

catching ten gonna be a handful for sure….

Cass

Another girl!!

Eileen

an ubume comes near me and snatches my baby from me and disappears

Gabe

Put Sameena and Samit in their bassinets before I make you a Christmas ornament and shove a tree up your ass!

Dean

I fight off another ghost and look back at donna almost getting pinned again i shoot it with rock salt

Donna

Fuccccccckkkkk!!!  tears streaming down my face my whole body trembling … I push out #11 with a flash of light! And fall back again!

Sam

In the confusion I make my way closer to where the babies are. By some chance I happen to be in the right place at the right time and Charlie actually hands one of the newborns right to me.

Donna

the world a haze around me!

Alex

Smiles try not to laugh but laughing in her head

Cass

Uh ….ok……putting the babies in their bassinets quickly coming back  you wouldn’t really do that would you?

Gabe

No I’ll let her!

Ruby

I distract the team as Sam makes his way out with the baby unseen. “What number is this one?”

Sam

I quickly step back and notice that everyone’s attention is on the next baby who is already making its appearance. I look over at Ruby and catch her eye, with a nod towards the door, I wrap my flannel around the baby to secure it and slip out the side door of the building.

Alex

Donna Hold her hand you are almost there

Gabe

gripping you tight pushing all the healing I have inside you belle come in love almost done! You’re doing amazing! Gawd you’re the most incredible woman, wife, mother!

Donna

whsipers Yes! I would.

Gabe

grinning  that’s my girl

Donna

I look up to you. The healing helping a lot…. but..

Cass

Mom going on emergency leave after this birth is over

Alex

Look over Cass and laughing quietly

Alex

Sorry Cass

Donna

and in no time to breath I curl over and push out the last baby in a flash of light. Falling back completely spent.

Cass

Another girl. Dude you are so out numbered!!

Gabe

Stop talking and put Samoa in her bassinet!

Cass

nodding I walk the last baby over laying her down gently

Alex

Donna took a deep breath

Gabe

caressing your cheek with my free hand you did it belle. Look at them all. Perfect just like you and you only broke one of my hands this time smiling

Alex

You did it Donna Smiles

Donna

my eyes open looking up at you… and closes. Only really able to focus on breathing

Gabe

turning to Cass  help me!

(Cass rushes over and we both start to heal you)

Alex

Let go Donna hand and let Cass and Gabe do their thing

Dean

Yes! We did it! Awesome they’re all safe I suddenly get dive bombed by the final ubume

Gabe

looking up I see the last Ubume and my eyes start to glow  you don’t of a bitches attacked my family, came for our children, attacked our FAMILY. You tell the others in hell that if anyone so much as looks at our children I’m coming for them and they will beg for the sweet release of death  with a snap of my fingers the auburn lets out a cry that shakes the entire city as it’s blown to atoms

Patience

watch as Gabe disintegrates the ghost

Gabe

turning back to Donna  how are you feeling love?

Henry

drops the iron and walks over to the babies  they’re so cute

Dean

walk over to Gabe and Donna to see the babies congrats man

Alex

Congratulations Donna and Gabe Smiles

Gabe

Thanks Deano go see them guys! Dean you’re with me

Eileen

walks over the dozen bassinets and coos over the cute Sams

Donna

Tried as hell!!!

Gabe

kissing you softly  rest darlin see the babies ok

Donna

my eyes closed I smile trying to breath! thanks Deano Thanks Bear Bear

Patience

walks over to the bassinets.

Gabe

grabbing deans jacket I turn with him and we vanish

Donna

I softly kiss you back!

Alex

You’re welcome Donna

Sam

As soon as I get outside the building with the baby, I immediately transport both of us to the New Orleans Bunker. Once inside, I leave the newborn in a pile of clothing that Ruby and I have stashed at the place and hope that the stupid Leprechaun doesn’t choose tonight as the time to make his reappearance. I then quickly pop myself back to the restaurant and slip in just in time to join the cheering group.

Ruby

Smiling, I congratulate Donna on a job well done. Looking up, I see Sam has returned.

Dean

suddenly vanish with Gabe

Sam

I walk over to see the babies Donna you out did yourself this time...

Donna

Really did Sam Sam breaths till heavy, eyes still closed!

Alex

Smiles look all beautiful babies babies are so adorable Donna Smiles

Sam

Getting Ruby’s attention, I indicate we should go and I follow her outside.

Ruby

Checking to see that no one else can overhear us, I ask Sam “Well, where is it?”

Donna

soft nod and smile. Eyes still closed!

Sam

I took it to the New Orleans Bunker… noticing her exasperated expression, I snap back. Look, it’s the only place I could think of right at that moment, alright?!

Ruby

I quickly pop us to the NOLA bunker, anxious to get this over with.

Sam

I’m relieved to see that the baby is right where I left it and appears to be no worse for the wear. It looks fine, good…. Grab it and let’s get this over with.

Ruby

“I’m not gonna grab it, you do it.”

Sam

You’re kidding… I can see that she really isn’t kidding. Oh Jesus…I reach down and pick the baby up and notice that it is a cute little thing. Do you think we should try and feed it something?

Ruby

"Do I look like a wet nurse to you? How the hell should I know?"

(Jesus SHAMMMMMY!)

Ruby

I transport us to Abel.

Abel

smiling as I see the two of you  well done Samuel, Ruby , now bring the infant to me we need to go .

Sam

I keep a tight hold on the baby. Now that Ruby and I are here, I can’t quite believe that we are about to actually DO this. What’s going to happen to it?

Abel

That’s none of your concern give me the child Samuel. When the time is right you’ll know. Don’t disappoint me.

To Be Continnued…..

………………………….

3. Abel, having been told by a lower servant demon that ruby brought back calls upon Sam and Ruby. He tells them he is aware that Donna is pregnant, and judging by the weather outside tonight might be the night. He wanted as many of those babies as Sam and Ruby could get their hands on. Ruby tries to warn against it but Abel warns her. Sam tells Abel it won’t be easy. Abel says nothing worth doing ever is, and gets angry that Sam and Ruby dare speak against his orders and both of them apologize. Not wanting to go against the team, and angry that their hands were being forced they make their way. Reluctantly they head to the restaurant to join the others. They arrive and ruby points out the spirits and tells Sam she’s thankful that these births always brought trouble, made things easier. Sam agrees, but still has a heavy feeling in his stomach. They walk in amongst all the commotion.  Dean tells them to get ready to fight and they take stance.

4. Cass asks what is taking so long and Donna gives him a look. He immediately apologizes and says he meant the rest of the team. Eileen makes fun of him for getting in trouble. Baby #6 is born (Gabe is still naming) dean is pinned by one of the ubume and Ellen shoots it with rock salt. Dean yells saying that was close! #7 and #8 are born, three more ubume are tricked by Henry, patience and Eileen with the baby dolls and leave. #9 and #10 enter the world with 9 holding onto the heels of ten Charlie comments that those two were going to be fun. 11 joins the world, and twelve is coming so quickly that she hands the baby to whoever is close, not even noticing it is Sam. Twelve is born and ruby distracts the team as Sam makes his way out unseen. The team cheers only there is one more ubume that enters the room just as Cass  lets down the cloaking.  Gabe gets mad and says not his family. His eyes begin to glow and he disintegrates the ubume in front of everyone else, then rushes to make sure Donna is ok. (Meet all the babies and oooo and ahhh) Gabe will notice the last bassinet is empty (it was too far for anyone else to see) and he vanishes without a word

5. Surprise…..Sam slips outside the restaurant with baby #11 and immediately transports himself and the baby to the New Orleans Bunker. He leaves the child there and pops back to the others just in time to step inside and cheer with the rest. He catches Ruby's attention after congratulating Donna the two of them leave. Sam tells her the baby is in New Orleans and Ruby takes them there. They collect the baby and go to meet with Abel at the designated spot. Abel smiles and says well done, as he holds his hands out for the infant. Sam asks what will happen to the baby and Abel says that isn’t Sam’s concern right now. Sam isn’t willing to just hand over the baby. Abel must convince him.

[perlukafarinn]

(ao3)

The day starts out pretty unremarkable. Dean wakes up at the crack of dawn to Cas slipping out of bed for his morning jog. He pulls him down for a good-morning kiss that turns into a make-out session that turns into them trading lazy handjobs and then falling asleep in each other’s arms again. 

Their actual start to the day is around ten AM, when Cas finally gets up for his jog and Dean gets up for his cereal and a scroll through the morning news. He’s on the look for hunts, mostly out of habit since there’s been very little monster activity since Chuck went and fucked off for good. He doesn’t find anything this morning but that’s hardly a surprise. It’s been a couple of weeks since they’ve been out on a hunt and that inactivity, weirdly enough, is starting to bother him less and less. 

Cas comes back from his jog about an hour before noon and with the mildest of prodding convinces Dean to join him in the shower. Afterwards, they throw together a lunch made from yesterday’s leftovers, taking their time eating and playing footsie under the table, because that’s apparently the kind of couple they are.

Usually by this time of day, Cas would be off in the Men of Letters’ library working on translations or cataloging and Dean would be on the phone helping Garth help out young, out-of-their depth hunters or in the garage, working on one of the beautiful but sadly neglected vehicles left behind there decades ago. 

Today, both of them are seemingly feeling kind of lazy and so hardly any work gets done. It’s not until late in the afternoon that Dean feels the urge to do something productive and suggests they go out for groceries, which Cas readily agrees to. 

The ride into town is quiet. Cas plays his mixtape - the damn thing should be worn out by now and Dean should  long since be sick of it but for reasons too sappy to mention he isn’t - and they sit and listen in comfortable silence. It’s not until they pass the town hall on their way to the supermarket that Cas gets a contemplative look on his face.

“Should we get married?”

Only years of experience behind the wheel prevent Dean’s hands from twitching wildly and veering them into oncoming traffic.

“What.”

Cas looks over, frowning. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Is there any reason for us not to get married? We’re already planning on staying together for the rest of our lives.”

“Is there any reason-” Dean wheezes. “What the fuck, Cas? Is this your idea of a proposal?”

“Are you saying no?” Cas asks, mildly curious, as if they’re talking about the fucking weather and not getting married. “Because we don’t have to.”

Dean stares ahead, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Are you actually asking?”

“I suppose I am.”

“You ‘suppose’,” Dean mocks. “Gee, Cas, that’s real romantic.”

“Will you marry me?”

Dean pulls over. It’s far too sudden, probably leaving tire tracks in the concrete, and the driver behind them honks his horn loudly as he passes. Dean ignores him, taking a deep breath as he finally turns to face Cas. 

“Are you sure?”

He doesn’t really have to ask - Cas wouldn’t have brought it up if he wasn’t sure - but he needs to hear it. 

Thankfully, Cas seems to get that. “I want to marry you, Dean. Do you want to marry me?”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean breathes. “I mean - yes. Yeah, I do.”

Cas nods decisively. “Alright then. Now?”

“Now?”

It’s not exactly how Dean imagined this scenario would go (not that he - shut up) but it’s somehow the most romantic fucking thing that’s ever happened to him since Cas first told him he loved him. And hey, this time no one had to die!

They turn around, since there’s no point in going in without (forged) birth certificates. Once they get to the town hall, shortly before closing, they find out that it’s a three-day mandatory waiting period between applying for a marriage license and them actually being allowed to get married.

Cas suggests they use the interim time to pick up wedding rings. They wind up spending the next day driving to Topeka, where they find a couple of silver rings in a pawn shop. They’re tarnished but otherwise in good condition and once they get home, Dean spends the rest of the evening cleaning them while trying very hard not to think about just what they’re for.

The second day, Cas spends out back tending to his garden while Dean almost dials Sam’s number repeatedly before hanging up, torn between wanting to let his brother know that he’s getting married and not wanting to jinx it.

The third day, they head back into town. They arrive at the town hall just after it opens and it’s not until they’re standing in front of the clerk that Dean realizes they don’t have any witnesses. The clerk assures him that they don’t need one for civil ceremonies and the next ten minutes pass in a blur until Dean is being prompted to place the ring on Cas’ finger.

He does so with shaking hands, stilled only once Cas places one of his own on top and gives Dean a patient smile. He’s this calm for a reason, Dean finally realizes.

This doesn’t change anything.

Married or not, they’ve already promised themselves to each other for the rest of their lives. Til death do them part doesn’t even begin to describe it, and in sickness and in health is almost laughable at this point.

This really doesn’t change anything.

Dean’s own hand is still as Cas takes his turn, sliding the silver ring upon Dean’s finger. They say their “I do”s when prompted by the clerk, exchange a short, firm kiss, and just like that it’s over.

They’re married. 

*

When Jody invites them to dinner about a week later, they still haven’t told anyone. Sam and Eileen will be there as well as Jack and the girls - it’s a regular family reunion and the perfect chance to announce the big news to everyone.

Dean has a better idea.

“Let’s not tell anyone,” he says. “At least, not before dessert. Let’s see if they notice first.”

They’re in the Impala, about half an hour away from Jody’s place. 

Cas shoots him an amused look. “Is this because Sam claimed he always knew we’d get together when we first told him we were involved?”

“No,” Dean lies. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel, seeing Cas still giving him that look from the corner of his eye. “Fine, yes. But he didn’t know, for the record. He just likes to pretend he’s always on top of this shit.”

“He doesn’t like to admit when you’ve surprised him,” Cas agrees.

The conversation ends there but Dean’s plan is apparently agreed upon since once they arrive at Jody’s, Cas doesn’t say a word about their recent relationship upgrade. Jody doesn’t seem to notice anything different, but then Dean didn’t expect her to. She’s not the one they spend most of their time around. Neither do Donna, Alex, Claire or Kaia, none of them surprises. Patience, Dean is less sure about, but she at least doesn’t say anything. Her eyes do linger unusually long but that could mean anything.

Damn psychics.

Sam and Eileen arrive half an hour after Dean and Cas, Jack in tow. This is the real test; Sam and Dean may not spend as much time together in the past few months as they did in the years before but he’s still the person who knows Dean best and would be the most likely to notice a difference.

And yet, nothing.

Dean tries not to feel too smug.

They go through dinner without anyone mentioning it. Dean makes a point of reaching across the table as many times as he can, showing off the ring glinting on his finger. Cas must notice him doing it, judging by the fond exasperation on his face, but he’s the only one.

It isn’t until dessert that Patience breaks, patience (hah) clearly run out:

“Is no one going to mention that Dean and Castiel are wearing wedding rings?”

And all hell breaks loose.

Sam is wounded - mostly over Dean and Cas not telling him before they got married, though Dean can tell some part of it is his pride at not seeing this coming - but he’s over it soon enough, once they explain that it wasn’t a big deal, not some proper ceremony, just a quick affirmation of what they already knew.

“See if I make you Best Man at my wedding after this, jerk,” Sam tells Dean.

“Your wedding?” Eileen asks pointedly. 

Jody and Donna offer their congratulations before the conversation can get awkward, and Kaia, Alex, and Patience chime in with theirs as well. Jack looks confused at the whole proceeding, finally asking whether this means there won’t be any bouquet to catch, which only means Dean has gravely failed him in his pop culture education (oh, who’s he kidding, as if half the romcoms Jack has watched didn’t come directly from the recommended tab on Dean’s Netflix account). 

Finally, with a pointed elbow from Kaia and a hangdog expression from Cas, Claire mumbles that she’s happy for them. While Dean doesn’t doubt that’s true he also knows that this is more complicated for her than the rest of them, and for the first time he kind of feels guilty about springing this news on everyone. 

It doesn’t last long, not after Donna cheerfully raises her glass and proposes a toast to the happy couple and everyone else follows suit. They chant for them to kiss and, blushing outrageously, Dean complies, leaning over to press a quick kiss against Cas’ lips. 

“So, who proposed?” Sam asks once the hooting and hollering has calmed.

“Cas did,” Dean says, slinging an arm around his husband’s - his husband’s - shoulders. “And it was the least romantic proposal of all time, you should’ve heard him.”

Cas rolls his eyes. “If I had left it up to you, we never would have gotten married.”

“He didn’t even give me time to pick out flowers,” Dean informs Sam gravely. 

“There’s always the vow renewal,” Cas says, the casual statement managing to sound like a threat, and Dean shuts up. 

The conversation moves on, the mood noticeably cheerier. As Jack and Sam launch into a story of their most recent hunt, Dean leans against Cas.

“We could have flowers, if you want,” he mutters. 

Cas smiles at him, so bright and easy that it makes Dean’s heart stutter. He takes Dean’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the cool silver of Dean’s ring.

“That’s not necessary,” he says. “I’ve got everything I want right here.”

[zeppelin-and-unicorns]

"You got a death wish?" Kelso and Hyde

OR

"You can't just keep pretending things are fine!" Red and Hyde

Hey, so I probably won’t post the new RYLH chapter today because I’M EXHAUSTED. I know I promised but please be patient I’m sensitive.

Anyway, since I can’t post the whole chapter because I’m really not in the mood to get my computer, here’s a ficlet from the prompt game that’s been sitting on my drafts since forever! Enjoy!

Trigger warning for Kelso being a self-entitled dick, lol.

(In this scenario, Kelso finds out about Jackie and Hyde a few weeks later, so their relationship is a little stronger, and he decides to confront them when they’re in the basement with everyone just chilling. Donna and Eric are in-character so they’re cool in this, hence why Kelso didn’t find out about them sooner. They covered for them).

“Don’t worry, his brain will stop working soon enough. He has a word limit” Hyde whispered in Jackie’s ear, and she silently giggled.

She was sitting on his lap, resting her head on his chest and playing with his fingers as he held her close to him, both of them trying to tone out Kelso’s annoying voice and he kept on rambling about how Hyde “dogged” him and how “creepy and unnatural” they are as a couple. 

"This is Jackie and Hyde!" Kelso said, pointing at the couple "Jackie and Hyde! They hate each other!"

"Well, clearly not anymore" Eric mumbled as he started to suck on his popsicle, staring at Donna's exposed legs. Thank God for catholic schools.

Donna slapped the back of her boyfriend's head "Perv" She muttered under her breath

"YOU GUYS! THIS IS IMPORTANT!" Kelso yelled, trying to get everyone's attention "Jackie and Hyde are together! As a couple! In what world would this be right?!"

"I don't know, I kind of saw it coming," Donna said "I mean, if you think about it, they fit, in their own, twisted way"

"I saw it coming too," Fez added, not taking his eyes off the TV "They always had spark and chemistry. For example, whenever Jackie and Hyde argued about something, I got needs from all the sexual tension, and whenever you and Jackie argued, I got annoyed and left the room"

"And after you and Jackie got back together the second time, Jackie did mention an awful lot how Hyde is a better kisser than you..." Donna said

Jackie blushed and Hyde smiled smugly as Kelso's jaw dropped.

"UH!" Kelso shrieked

"Lumberjacks have even bigger mouths than cheerleaders" Jackie muttered, crossing her arms and glaring at Donna, who was laughing at Kelso along with Hyde, Eric, and Fez.

"When did you two kiss?!" Kelso asked indignantly "Did you cheat on me with Hyde too?! Wasn't the cheese guy enough, Jackie?!"

Jackie raised an eyebrow, and Hyde immediately stopped laughing, his face hardening into a scowl.

"Tell me he didn't mention the cheese guy" Eric whispered in Donna's ear

"Nop, he did" Donna whispered back, watching the scene in front of her, wondering if she should be entertained or annoyed.

"How long have you two been having an affair behind my back?!” Kelso stopped pacing and glared at the couple.

Hyde was staring at Kelso like he wanted to kill him with his bare hands, and Jackie’s face was red from a mix of anger and embarrassment.

“And Jackie, you’re such a...”

"If you finish that sentence Michael, I swear to God..." Jackie interrupted him, getting up from her boyfriend’s lap to glare at her ex.

“You’ll what?! Kiss someone else?! Because you already did that, twice!”  

“I fear we’re seeing the last moments of our friend Kelso,” Fez said, taking a candy bar from his pocket

“If he keeps his behavior, he won’t be my friend for long, I can tell you that” Donna muttered angrily, and Eric nodded in agreement.

“I’m surprised Hyde didn’t kill him yet,” Eric said, watching as Jackie started to tear Kelso apart with her words.

“And Steven is such a better kisser than you! You’re nothing compared to him, and I mean that in every conceivable way, Michael! Just leave us alone!” Jackie yelled, but Kelso didn’t flinch

"He’s not! You know what? Kiss me right here, right now! Then you can tell me who's a better kisser!" Kelso said, taking a step towards Jackie and placing his hand on her shoulder.

"You got a death wish?" Hyde hissed as he pushed Kelso away from Jackie, shoving him into the wall "Touch her again and you're dead"

"That's not fair! She's mine!" Kelso whined, trying to free himself from Hyde’s tight grasp. He sent a pleading look at his friends sitting on the couch, but they didn’t move “Guys! A little help here?!”

"Nah, I’m good,” Eric said, wrapping his arms around his angry girlfriend’s shoulders

“Kick his ass, Hyde!” Donna yelled from her seat, and Kelso shrieked in indignation again.

“Fez! Little buddy! Come on!” He pleaded

“You, my friend, are a whore!” Fez said “Jackie and Hyde have sparks and chemistry, and you and Jackie didn’t! Get over it!”

“No! I’m not going to get over it! Jackie’s mine!”

“I’m not! We broke up months ago, you moron!” Jackie said angrily “And I want to be with Steven. Not you. Steven! Got it?!”

“But...”

Kelso tried to escape again, but Hyde’s grip on him tightened and Kelso started having trouble breathing.

“Kelso, get the fuck out of here before I kill you” Hyde hissed at him

“No! I’ll...” Kelso choked out, but Hyde interrupted him

“I’m saying, get out, and go cool off”

“But Jackie...”

“Go cool off, Kelso” Hyde repeated threateningly, and Kelso gulped in fear “And until you’re cool with the fact that Jackie and I are together, and are going to stay together, you can’t come back here”

“This isn’t even your basement!” Kelso tried to argue, looking at Eric, but the boy just shrugged

“Actually, he literally lives here, so the basement is more his than mine at this point,” Eric said “And I agree with Hyde. You’re being a dick and you shouldn’t come back until you... y’know, stop being a dick”

“Fine!” Kelso yelled, and Hyde let him go. Kelso stomped his way out of the basement, making sure to slam the door on his way out, and Jackie walked over to Hyde, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“If he doesn’t leave me alone, I won’t be hanging out here anymore,” She said, and Hyde hugged her back, tucking her head under his chin.

“Don’t worry about it, Jackie” Donna said, smiling at the cute sight in front of her “We got your back”

[hood-ex]

This is a fic written for @stxleslyds! The prompt was: a fic with Dick, Roy and Lian spending time together in the Outsiders era. Thanks for the donation, Tati 💙.

Important: This fic takes place a week after the events of Outsiders (2003) #19.

“We could use you here,” Roy says. Even with his voice coming directly through the comm, Dick almost doesn’t hear him say, “I need you here.”

A soft wind blows through Blüdhaven, ruffling through Dick’s sweat-matted hair. What a filthy night it is for a Friday. Thunder rumbling in the distance with hot, humid air filling Dick’s lungs. It’s the kind of air that isn’t natural for a place like the ‘Haven. It’s here for whatever reason, and it’s no better now that the sun has been replaced by pink and purple neon lights flashing across the strip. It’s nights like these that Dick can admit to missing his red tunic and green shorts. It was shit to wear them in the winter but an absolute godsend in the summer.

Dick sighs deeply, moving away from the ledge of the building and away from his view of the herds of drunk people whose laughter echoes between the bars and casinos. There’s a tall HVAC unit in the middle of the building that he walks over to and sits against. The fabric of his suit rubs against it, and he squirms a little at the uncomfortable position. He bears it because this is a conversation that requires a little support.

“Dick.”

“I know,” Dick mutters.

He should be under the streets of Brooklyn the same as all the other Outsiders should be. Considering the circumstances, it’s no surprise that some of them have deserted the ship for the time being. Licking their wounds in private so to speak. Dick’s not proud of it. He tacks it onto his mental bulletin board of shame where it sits up there all torn and ugly like the rest of his deplorable moments.

“I’d feel better if you were here to watch Lian when I step out of the room,” Roy says in Japanese. Dick’s brow furrows. Either Lian is in the same room as Roy and he doesn’t want her to know they’re talking about her or there’s an Outsider nearby that he doesn’t want listening in on his personal issues. “She hasn’t started therapy yet and her separation anxiety is still high.”

“High for both of you,” Dick points out. He thinks back to a few days ago when Roy had called him in a panic because he’d left all of his groceries in the middle of the store after his paranoia got the best of him and had him running back to the base to check on Lian.

“Tell me about it,” Roy laughs dryly. “I feel like I’m going fuckin’ nuts, dude.” The strain in his voice sends a full body shiver down Dick’s spine. “All I can think about is whether she’s okay and if the base is protected enough, and if I can really trust everyone here. You and Kory are the only ones I feel okay leaving her with.”

You shouldn’t trust me like that, Dick thinks bitterly. Lilith and Donna trusted me with their lives and look where they are now.

“Everyone else is… I trust them as teammates. I trust them with my life. But I can’t—"

“Trust them with Lian’s,” Dick says, knowing how much this whole situation has fucked with Roy's ability to trust anyone and everyone. Except him and Kory, apparently. Probably Ollie and the rest of Roy's family too.

He thunks his head against the HVAC unit and stares up at the dark sky. Not a single star up there, he thinks, and something like guilt burns in his chest. You took them all with you, didn’t you, Donna? Put them in your pockets and faded away. “She might not be comfortable with me there,” he says after a moment.

It pains him to think that Lian could be scared of him. Scared of him because he looks similar to one of the blue-eyed, dark-haired kidnappers who murdered her babysitter and then branded her like cattle. That type of trauma association doesn’t go away after a week.

“Kory told Lian you might stop by, and you know what Lian asked her?”

Terrible things flash through Dick’s head. Things like words born of fear or disgust. He hugs his arms around his knees and squeezes them tight.

“No, what did she say?”

“She asked, ‘Is Uncle Nightwing gonna bring Blue’s Clues with him?’”

A smile tugs at the corner of Dick’s lips and his eyes start to sting. He can’t believe that’s the first thing she thought of. It only seems like yesterday that he was watching Blue’s Clues with her in Titans Tower. Sometimes he would pause the show and ask Lian questions about each of the clues just to hear what kind of outlandish answers her kid brain could come up with. Other times the detective in him couldn’t help but steer her towards a logical answer. Roy used to always roll his eyes and tell him to stop trying to turn her into a mini Nightwing.

“That doesn’t mean she’ll be okay seeing me in person and you know it,” Dick reminds him.

Roy’s sigh is soft and muffled in his ear. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Dick’s not one to wait around.

“Let’s cross it now.”

“You’re coming over?” Roy asks, and even though he mostly sounds neutral, Dick can hear the disbelief hidden under it all.

If there was an award for the world's most shitty friend, Dick would probably be in the lead to receive it. Here Roy is dealing with the fact that his daughter was abducted and almost trafficked, and what’s Dick been doing for the last few days instead of sticking by his side? Working himself to the bone in Blüdhaven, that’s what. Hiding away from the fact that he almost lost another important person to him. Trying to avoid the crushing weight of failure that clings to him like a second skin.

Pathetic. Some safety net he is.

“Yeah, give me an hour,” Dick says.

The commute from Blüdhaven to Brooklyn isn’t bad at this time of night. Most of the traffic is packed downtown where all the bars are lined up. Dick takes the highway to avoid the worst of it.

The roar of the city dies off once he goes underground. Down here the HQ looms over him in all its steel glory. Dick’s always thought of it like one giant elevator. It’s all hard angles and sleek, silver walls. Hardly a place one would describe as homey, but it was home to a few people nevertheless.

Dick goes inside after getting his eye and hand scanned by the computer. He heads down the hallway, keeping his footsteps light and quiet out of habit. So far there’s no sign of Jade, Indigo, or Rex in any of the rooms he passes. They’re the most likely to be here around this time. From what Kory told him the other day, Grace has been spending most of her time clubbing, and Anissa has been staying with her dad. He hates to admit it but it’s almost a relief that he doesn’t have to worry about running into either of them.

He ends up finding Roy and Lian in the rec room. Lian is sitting on the leather couch in the middle of the room. She must have had a shower not too long ago because her hair is a little damp and she’s wearing a pair of purple pajamas with unicorns on them. A Cinderella blanket is strewn across her lap and a stuffed rabbit sits discarded on the floor by her feet.

Roy looks small squatting in front of her. His pants are the only sign of his Arsenal gear, and it makes Dick feel slightly out of place since he’s still decked out in full mask and suit. It’s the first time Dick’s seen Roy in person since they brought down Tanner’s operations a week ago. He looks how Dick would expect any parent to look after being targeted by a major sex trafficker: stressed and exhausted.

Those tired eyes of his shift to the doorway where Dick stands, and Dick can see the way Roy looks him over from head to toe, assessing Dick’s condition. He can look as hard as he wants, but he won’t find anything. Dick keeps his face blank and unreadable.

“It still hurts,” Lian whimpers, and both Dick and Roy's attention immediately snaps back to her.

She wraps her arms around her stomach and bends over her lap like she’s going to throw up all over the floor. Roy doesn’t move to try and avoid any possible bouts of vomit. Nothing happens as the seconds tick by. No retching or anything. There’s only the sound of Roy’s hand rubbing up and down Lian’s arm.

“Me and your Uncle Nightwing are gonna get you feeling better soon,” Roy assures her in a gentle voice. “And guess what?”

Lian makes a questioning sound in the back of her throat.

The look Roy shoots Dick is somewhere between caution and amusement. “He’s been playing quiet mouse behind you this whole time.”

Dick braces himself as Lian shoots back up like a rocket. “He’s behind me?” she asks, twisting around in her seat. Dick’s heart starts jackrabbiting because what if she’s scared of him? What if he accidentally triggers her PTSD? What if— “Uncle Nightwing!” Lian shrieks.

Relief shudders through him because she sounds happy to see him. Not scared or angry or disgusted like he feared. She’s looking at him like he just told her he brought her a bag of candy, and that revelation is enough to make him take a breath and finally enter the room.

“Hey, kiddo,” Dick says, hurrying over to the couch so that she doesn’t have to get up. “I missed you.”

Lian reaches for his hand and holds on to it. It’s not like the hug Dick usually gets from her and maybe that’s because she doesn’t want anyone touching her back after the incident. Dick will take anything he can get. His much larger hand closes over her own and he swings them back and forth lightly.

“Me too,” Lian says. She squeezes his hand three times. “Why do you still have your gloves on?”

“My hands are cold,” Dick lies. “Why were you bent over like an accordion just a minute ago?”

“Her tummy’s been hurting,” Roy says with a frown.

“It’s because tigers used to try and eat people,” Lian tells him matter-of-factly. Roy looks like he’s about to correct her but she quickly hurries on. “My brain says there’s danger and it makes my tummy stop working.”

A lightbulb goes off in Dick’s head as he realizes that she’s describing anxiety. A simplified explanation of how the digestive system shuts down and sends blood to other parts of the body when there’s danger.

“My tummy does that too,” Dick says after a pause. “I get a lot of anxiety sometimes. Do you want me to show you how I try to make it go away?”

Lian scrunches her nose. “Do we have to take medicine?”

“Nope. All we need to do is sit up straight and breathe. Breathing really deep helps our brains calm down and makes our tummies feel more relaxed,” Dick explains. He sinks down on the plush couch and demonstrates how she should be sitting. “Now move back until you’re sitting like me.”

Lian does as she’s told and scoots back until she’s resting against the back of the couch. Dick only remembers how short she is when he notices how her feet stick out straight in front of her instead of dangling over the edge of the couch.

“Now tell your daddy to get in position.”

“Daddy,” Lian slaps the free cushion beside her, “sit next to me.”

“Magic word?” Roy prompts.

“Please,” Lian pouts.

“That’s better.” Roy’s knees pop when he shifts out of his crouched position. The whole couch rocks when he falls back against it. “What’s the strat here, Wing? We need to close our eyes or what?”

Dick wants to ask him why he’s acting like he’s never done this before but the playful words stick in his mouth like glue.

“We’ll close our eyes in a second. Lian, I want you to watch how your daddy and I take really deep breaths, okay? Then we’re all going to do it together.”

“I can take really big breaths!” Lian insists. She scrambles out of her pose and gets on her knees. Her little fingers wrap around Dick’s bicep as she leans in close to him. “I can take one million breaths as big as an elephant!”

The tired and apathetic part of him tells him to ignore her kid logic and to get back on track. The uncle part of him is another story. It wants him to be fun and helpful. To distract Lian from the worries and fears she has.

In the end, he does what he always does best: puts on a performance.

“Oh yeah?” Dick challenges with a grin that hopefully doesn’t look as strained as it feels. “I can take five billion breaths as big as a planet.”

“Elephants are bigger than planets,” she says.

“I think maybe the elephants are only bigger in your dreams.”

“Yeah, they are,” Lian agrees because she’s a typical kid who will support anything that proves she’s right in some capacity.

Roy looks amused when he puts his hands on Lian’s shoulders and steers her to sit back on her bottom. “Alright little missy, no more talking. We’re gonna do what Uncle Nightwing says now, okay?”

“Okay,” Lian agrees, looking over at Dick expectantly.

Coaching Lian through the exercise is easy. The most important part is making sure she’s taking breaths that are deep enough to make her stomach expand like a balloon. Dick has her place her hands on top of her stomach so he can see them rise when she inhales.

Roy follows along and Dick can tell that he’s taking advantage of the exercises for his own benefit. His face looks peaceful and relaxed as he follows along with Dick’s instructions to suck in a breath on the count of one and exhale up until the count of ten.

“Keep focusing on counting,” Dick tells them while they exhale. “We don’t want any other thoughts in our heads. No bad thoughts or funny thoughts. Only think about counting to ten.”

They run through a few more cycles. Dick’s pleased when he hears both Lian and Roy’s stomachs grumbling as they exhale. It’s a good sign that the deep breaths are massaging their organs and decreasing any kind of stomach pain.

“That’s it,” Dick says. “We’re all done.” He opens his eyes and sees Lian slumped against the back of the couch. Her hands are still resting on her stomach, but she looks languid instead of tense like she was when he first saw her.

“I’m tired now,” Roy says. His movements are slow as molasses when he slides forward to the edge of the couch and bends over to rest his arms on his thighs. He looks at Lian. “How about you, princess? You feeling any better?”

“Mhmm. My tummy doesn’t feel really uh…”

“Tight?” Dick offers.

“Yeah, it’s not so tight anymore.”

Roy pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good. Mine feels a little better too.”

“Can we do Uncle Nightwing’s breathing thing again tomorrow?” she asks through a yawn.

“Sure thing,” Roy nods. His attention shifts to Dick. “Are you gonna still be here to lead us through it?”

This isn’t some kind of test but it feels like one. It feels like if he says no then he’s only proving that he’s a bad friend. That he can’t be relied on. He doesn’t want to give Roy that impression because it’s not true. Roy can rely on him the same way Dick relies on Roy. He hopes showing up here tonight is proof of that.

“That’s the plan,” he says, voice soft.

Roy leans over the couch and squeezes Dick’s knee gently. “You sure?” he asks, and his eyes roam over Dick’s face like he’s trying to find evidence that Dick is lying.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He pats Roy’s hand reassuringly in the same way Alfred's done for him and Bruce a hundred times. It's only now that he realizes it's a habit he's picked up.

Lian suddenly leans into Dick’s side and presses her weight against his arm. She pats both his and Roy’s hands.

“I’m sure too,” she says, and this time Dick can’t help but smile.

[jinmukangwrites]

@damianwayneweek Day 2 (6-14): Undercover | Sibling rivalry | Damian having a nice day

Warnings: Mentions of trafficking, threats, violence, attempted kidnapping, injuries, healthy doses of angst

Note: hahahahaha once again I'm begging you all to pretend I posted this when it's still the 14th somewhere in the world. Please enjoy.

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Damian didn't mean to get caught. Honest. As annoying as it is, he understands that there are certain parts of their nightlife that have to be handled by an adult. Going undercover, for one, is usually something that's left to Grayson. It's easier for adults to blend into some things than it is for... well... Teenagers.

Children, as Grayson would say. Even though Damian is not a child.

Not that it matters, however. Grayson, for the past week, has been putting off their normal patrols to get insider information on a recent underground trafficking scheme. Grayson has been working hard to find the people responsible for this and get on the inside to find where the victims are being kept and Damian had respected that. He's kept to the sidelines and worked on other cases that don't require so much adult delicacy.

The only issue was that tonight he ended up getting bored. There wasn't anything for him to do, and that butler wasn't giving him any useful suggestions to fill his time. He wasn't allowed to patrol alone while Grayson was undercover, but escaping through his bedroom window in a dark hoodie was simple enough.

One thing leads to another. He ended up walking into an alleyway where a man was getting rather forceful with a drunk woman. Damian was jogging forward and calling him out on the disgusting behavior before he even realized he recognized the profile of the man.

Grayson turned from the woman with wide, horrified eyes, not moving a muscle even as the woman slipped from beside him and rushed back into the bar's side door.

"Shit," is all Grayson said before more people came out from the shadows, and Damian realizes he's just stumbled upon Grayson's undercover work.

Damian, for all of his training, has no idea what to do as he's suddenly grabbed by one of the newcomers. He's just witnessed Grayson in his undercover work... attempting to kidnap a woman... and he shouldn't be here.

"The fuck did this brat come from," the man grabbing Damian sneers.

Damian reacts instinctively now, slamming his elbow back into their gut. The man wheezes and weakens his hold. Damian then ducks under a new pair of arms making a mad grab for him and is sure to trip them over onto the cement ground as they stumble past.

A beefier man charges at Damian like a bull, and he prepares to retaliate... only for Grayson to grab him by his arm and shove Damian behind his back.

"Wait," Grayson gasps, bringing his free hand up in front of him. The man stops in his tracks, as do all the others. "It's my... brother."

"Your brother?" A woman scoffs, and Grayson gives her a hard look.

A mean looking man steps forward, glaring daggers at Grayson. "What's he doin' here Malone? Thought'chu said you weren't followed."

"I'm sorry," Grayson says, sounding panicked. Damian wants to jump out from behind Grayson and give these kidnappers a piece of his mind. There can't be more than seven of them. Damian can take them with his hands tied behind his back. Grayson must sense this, because he tightens his hold on his arm. "I thought he was at home."

"Well, he wasn't," the man snarls. "And now that bitch is probably in there telling the barkeep some guy got handsy with her."

Grayson shakes his head. "She isn't. I paid off the barkeep. If we calm down, I can go back in there and finish the job. Danny here won't say anything, he knows what we have to do to survive these streets. Right, Danny?"

Damian's lips thin, but he nods. Damian doesn't know why Richard is acting all frightful right now. Has he forgotten the legacy of Damian's father that he holds? He carries the name of Batman, yet here he is looking like a frightened animal in front of these low-lives. He wants to argue and take down these imbeciles... but if there's one thing he's learned while in his ever lengthening stay in Gotham, Grayson usually has a reason for everything he does. If he thinks they need to act like they're frightened, then Damian will humor him. For now.

The man looks down from Grayson and gives Damian a narrowed look. It lasts only a moment before he looks at the bar side-door and... smirks?

He looks back at Grayson, keeping that smirk. "Alright, Malone. I'll take you up on that offer. You get the bitch, and we'll take care of Danny."

A bad feeling settles in Damian's gut. The hand on his arm tightens even more, proof that Grayson has the same bad feeling. They don't have a chance to say anything about it, however, before the man strides forward and grabs Damian by his other arm; yanking him away from Grayson and towards the big man.

Grayson shoots them a murderous glare, but doesn't come to Damian's aid as the big man tightens both of his hands on Damian's biceps. His pointer fingers press just under his shoulders, and he swears his pinkies wrap close to Damian's elbows.

"Go on," the talkative man says, jerking his head to the door, showing his rotting teeth in a grin. "Get the bitch."

Grayson shoots a look Damian's way, then nods. "Okay," he says placidly. "Okay." He turns his back and starts towards the door.

Then, the man looks at another in their group and nods his head. The man's cheeks rise like a Cheshire cat before he starts towards Grayson, raising a fist.

"Grayson! Look out!" Damian shouts. Grayson, for his part, reacts immediately. He ducks under the blow and side steps his attacker.

However, that's all Damian sees before the man that has him in his grasp changes position quite suddenly so that Damian is practically hanging in his grasp—an arm the size of a log wrapped around his neck. Damian's hands fly to the arm and he attempts to kick his feet for purchase. His air is already cut off, and he curses himself for getting in a situation like this.

He stills, however, when something cold and metal is pressed against his head by the man's free hand. Through blurry eyes and choking gasps, he notices Grayson has gone still too.

"I knew you were fishy," the man from before cackled. "Grayson? That your real name?"

Grayson glares, but doesn't move.

"Here's what's gonna happen, you're gon let us do whatever we want wit'cha, and maybe we'll let the kid live after."

And just like that, Grayson is at the receiving end of a savage blow to his jaw from another member of the group. Grayson stumbles and clutches his jaw, but he doesn't fight back even as another jumps in and throws their own punch. Damian can already see blood dripping down his cheek from a cut in the skin.

He's hit again, and he continues to not fight back. Damian knows he'll take the beating, even though he can easily take them down. He won't risk the gun pressed against Damian's head. He won't risk the arm wrapped so right around Damian's neck it feels like he's breathing through a coffee straw.

A particularly savage punch has Grayson falling to the floor, scraping his hands, elbows, and knees on the rough and suspiciously wet asphalt. Damian growls and digs his nails into the arms of his captor, but they tighten the grip threateningly and his struggles are forced to come to a stop.

Pathetic. Idiotic. Childish. This is Damian's fault. Every blow that hits Grayson's body as punches are replaced by kicks might as well be dealt by Damian himself.

He argues with Grayson. Calls him out on not acting how his father would. He calls him incompetent, insignificant, idiotic... but some time these past few weeks the bite he means to carry with those words have turned fond.

He... He likes Grayson. He's the first person to show Damian unconditional kindness... other than his own mother. While being stuck here with him rather than his own father had, at first, been miserable and annoying... it's turned out to be... fun. For the first time in his life, he almost feels like a normal kid with Grayson here to lead him along the way.

Damian wonders at night if that's what his mother intended. Why she hasn't taken him back yet.

He doesn't mind it. He likes the time that he spends with Grayson now, even if he would never admit it. And here he is, helpless and unarmed as Grayson is being beaten to a bloody pulp all because Damian couldn't listen to instructions and snuck out when he shouldn't have.

For a moment, pure terror fills Damian's veins that he's most likely going to witness the death of Grayson tonight. If he tries to fight his captor, he'll get a bullet in his brain. If Grayson decides to fight back, then Damian would die anyways. Grayson wouldn't do that. He would rather die himself.

Another blow hits Grayson's body, and he lays on the ground and groans, unmoving for a worrying few seconds.

Then, the bar door slams open and the woman from before runs out with fire in her dark eyes. No one has a chance to do anything before she kicks the main guy in the jaw, sending him down to the floor with more force than any woman... or man... should have.

Damian doesn't question it. The rest of them are distracted by her sudden entrance, and Damian uses that to his advantage. He throws his hands up and grabs at his captor's distracted face and claws at his eyes. The man yowls and drops Damian, leaving Damian completely free to make his own attack. He easily disarms him and jumps onto his back, wrapping his own arms around the man's neck and squeezing as tightly as he can.

It's all over in a matter of seconds. The man falls unconscious in Damian's grasp, and the woman finishes taking out the others.

She was in on this whole thing too, Damian realizes as she rushes towards Grayson's still form and grabs his arm.

Grayson blinking slowly at her through already bruising eyes and whispering "Donna..." is all the proof Damian needs to confirm his suspicion.

"I got you, boy wonder," Donna says fondly. She helps him to his feet and wraps his arm firmly around her shoulders, helping him stand. She looks at Damian. "You got a way to get us out of here, squirt? The cops are gonna be on their way any minute."

"What-" Damian starts, then pauses. Shame fills his gut. "What about the mission?"

"It's fine," Grayson says with a pained strain in his voice. "They're low in the chain. Won't be missed in prison. Can't give much away. I'll-" he cuts off to gasp as Donna shifts her hold on him. "I'll just try again later."

Damian nods, but the guilt doesn't leave. He looks away from Grayson and Donna to pull out his phone and request Pennyworth send the Batmobile to their position.

The entire way back to the manor is filled with tense silence, broken only by Grayson's hissed curses and groans as Donna helps give immediate first aid to the worst of the bruises and cuts.

Damian... he messed up. He disobeyed Richard and ruined the mission. This woman, Donna, is a better companion to Grayson than Damian ever was. Or will be. They get along. She's kind. She was trusted enough by Grayson to bring her in on his solo mission, and she clearly trusted him enough to go along with it and let herself be captured.

Grayson will never trust him as much as her. He's... He's fucked it all up. He won't want Damian around anymore. He'll want to send him back to the League, and if his mother and grandfather don't take him then his suit and the name of Robin must surely now be forfeit.

Drake will take back the suit, and Damian will forever be left behind by the man he thought... He hoped...

Sitting by his bedside after assisting Pennyworth in dressing Grayson's wounds... he mulls these thoughts over in his head. Grayson is fast asleep, and Donna has retreated upstairs for a shower and dinner by Pennyworth's insistence.

Then, as he's considering leaving so he's not the first thing Grayson sees when he wakes up, a hand grabs hold onto his.

"Don't blame yourself," Grayson whispers, blinking through his puffed up and exhausted eyes. Damian wonders how long he's been sitting here with his thoughts and when Grayson started to awaken without him noticing. "You have the same look in your eyes... That B always did..."

Heat flairs behind Damian's eyelids. He bursts. "But this is my fault. If I hadn't gone out- if I had listened-"

Suddenly, his hand is jerked, and Damian is dragged onto the cot and into Grayson's arms. He attempts to fight the hold, but Grayson holds tight despite his injuries.

"Mistakes happen," Grayson says, "they always do. I will never give up on you, Dames. No matter how many you make. Trust me on that."

He sounds so very much in pain, but he's relentless in his hold. All Damian can do is stop his struggling and lay in Grayson's grasp. His brain studies the words said to him, and his heart wants to believe him. Guilt pools to his throat and he opens his mouth to let it out before he can stop himself.

"I'm sorry," he chokes. He doesn't know when he started to return the hold Grayson had him in. His hands are bunched in the material of Grayson's shirt.

Grayson shushes him. "It's okay," he says. "What's done is done, and we've learned. We're okay. I got you."

And perhaps it's the moment of weakness, but Damian can't help but believe him.

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“The Invisible String” (Falling for Donna Beneviento)- Chapter 2

The head of House Beneviento covers your hand with hers, instinctively making you look at her for a split second from the corner of your eye, before darting your gaze back to the doll on the desk. You pray the glance was more subtle than it felt, you’re not even sure if it was as quick as you imagined it for everything suddenly feels off, as if something uncanny was bleeding into reality. Whatever surrealism you speak of you don’t see, only feel as Donna’s contact continues to linger over your hand, making your anxiety start to rise by the second.

Seconds feel like eons as Donna stays frozen in place, her veil making it impossible to interpret what she could possibly be feeling or thinking.

You follow her lead by trying to keep a neutral face, staying silent as your mind begins to race. To say you were overthinker would be an understatement, you try unpacking everything from the gesture’s meaning to its sudden appearance, and whether or not this was all just a cruel dream. You’ve had daydreams similar to this situation but none that ever felt like this, none that ever felt so…..engulfing.

You feel that flutter in your heart, a flutter from the word you desperately try to avoid day in and day out whenever Donna crossed your mind, hope. You immediately fight back any hope of the woman ever returning your feelings, even the smallest semblance of it. A woman as distinguished as Donna Beneviento would surely never fall for a common painter…..would she? Donna had power, she had wealth, she had talent and passion of the likes you’ve never seen before….she could have anyone she wanted…so why do you find it difficult to come up a platonic explanation for her action right now?

Regardless of the reason, you feel your skin burn under her gentle touch. Even the simple gesture has Donna written all over it; deliberate but not hostile, soft but not limp. You also can’t help but notice how smooth her hand feels against yours, you wonder if it’s the result of an extravagant lotion or if she’s simply this soft.

The ticking from the old clock fills the air as neither of you react.

You decide it best to hide your internal distress, well at least as best as you can. You keep your face as blank as possible as you gently lower your paintbrush down. You stare down at the small doll, assuming it best to allow her the time to properly explain herself, away from the pressure of your gaze. You try your best to focus on how anxious she must also be right now as communication had never come easy for Donna.

Her voice almost doesn’t sound real as you sit in a dream like daze.

“I…what I’m about to say does not put you at risk, Y/N.”

The clock’s sounds are drowned out by your heart beating through your ears, your gaze stays on the unfinished doll.

Despite her concealed face, she turns her head away from you as she continues, her hand never leaving yours. She takes a small pause before continuing.

“I harbor feelings for you, Y/N. But I chose not to tell you for several reasons.”

Your mask instantly falters the second you hear the confession, eyes widening in disbelief and shock. You jerk your head towards her, she catches your incredulous expression from the corner of her eye, still not meeting your gaze. Something begins to flood your system, excitement? Fear? Hope? You’re not entirely sure but it feels as if each of your senses have awakened to an extreme.

“For one, I feared you would never return my feelings...” She ends with a whisper.

The statement makes something in you snap.

“But I do!” You immediately counter, louder than you intended, your tone earnest with a hint of desperation. You mentally chastise yourself for how dramatic the response must have come off.

The raise of your voice finally makes her look at you as she isn’t used to it. Once again, you have no facial indictors to tell you how she’s taken the response. But you realize her hand feels warmer…that must be a good sign, right?

You try to hold back as you feel months of repressed emotions try to take control of your tongue. The last thing you want to do is overwhelm or embarrass her.

“I care deeply for you, mistress…you don’t have to worry about that.” You say softly while instinctively leaning closer to her.

The dollmaker’s face is hidden but you assume she must be taken aback by her feelings being returned; you know you are. She silently processes your words until you suddenly notice her start to mirror your distance, whether by instinct or by choice you can’t tell.

Time starts to melt away as the image of Donna leaning towards you makes you both want to run away and never look away. You use every fibre of courage you have to keep going, you’re eventually close enough to smell the smallest hint of a floral scent, which is strange since normally Donna doesn’t wear perfume.

You’re both just a breath away…when suddenly Donna pulls back at the last second, removing her hand in the process, you instantly miss the contact. At first you wonder if you’ve been too bold, assuming too much but she quickly explains herself.

“No. You don’t understand, I’m not what you think. This veil hides my true nature….and it is unworthy of you. Unworthy of what you should have.” She says with sadness in her voice, tightly holding her hands to her chest while shaking her head. Even with the veil you notice the contempt behind her words, contempt clearly directed towards herself.

You start to frown the more you process her statement.

You feel a sting in your heart as you realize something. The rumours of Donna Beneviento having a monstrous disposition were more than just rumours, for her they actually held some weight. Whether it was an event, a person, or the entirety of her life leading up to this moment- she truly believed she was unworthy of experiencing one of the largest aspects of life, love.

Even if every rumour about her is true you don’t care, for you’ve fallen for the woman with the veil, regardless of what lies beneath it. Donna Beneviento isn’t a scary story, or a title to you but a real woman whom you’ve grown incredibly fond of. You lightly shake your head as you refuse to accept her words.

“You’re wrong. Even if you are headless under there-“

You notice her tilt her head in response to the comment but not the small smile that also emerges on her face, appreciating how you always seem balance out her melancholic nature.

“It won’t matter to me because…I already think you’re beautiful, Don-mistress.” You quickly correct yourself, still unsure if she’d be comfortable with you referring to her by her first name.

Once again, you miss the warm expression on her face as she addresses your self-correction.

“You’re more than welcome to call me Donna, Y/N. I believe we’re past the point of titles…..”

She looks away as she finishes her sentence, “…I think I’d like hearing you call me Donna.”

For once her veil can’t hide the flustered tone in her voice, you imagine her hands must also be getting warmer again. Unfortunately, Donna is not the only one effected by her confession, your own cheeks now wear a slightly pink colour to them.

But before you can answer her, you notice her hands slowly reaching towards her veil, fingers trembling. The room feels off kilter as you hear the courage in her voice.

“I truly don’t want to lie to you, Y/N. I want you to decide for yourself if this is what you really want….if I’m what you really want.”

You almost try to stop her, not for your sake but to make sure if this is really something she wants to do but you’re too late. Her voice lowers as she finally lifts her veil up.

“…I’ll understand if you never want to come back.”

And just like that, you’re finally face-to-face with Donna Beneviento.

A heavy silence follows as you take in her bare state, completely engrossed by how human and occult she is all at once.

The dollmaker shrinks under your gaze, anxiously rubbing her hands together as she looks at the floor.

At first your eyes can’t help but fall on the mutation over the side of her face. Her right eye is covered with small mounds as visible veins sprout from them; an image akin to eldritch horrors. You now understand how important her veil is to her, how much courage and trust it took for her to show you the flesh that laid beneath it. Anyone else would have run by now, screaming towards the hills of how Mistress Beneviento is as monstrous as the rumours spoke of but not you, for even now- she is anything but monstrous to you.

You take a step closer as you process the rest of her features, your hands moving by themselves as you gently hold her face to study them. The gesture makes her quietly gasp but she doesn’t pull away, she instead focuses on fighting back a blush as she fails to avoid your heavy gaze. You’ve never seen such alabaster skin, it almost glows under the light. But what stands out the most is how her dark hair and eye contrast against it. Without thinking, you lightly push a strand of hair away from her face, lightly grazing her soft skin. Every instinct within Donna is screaming for her to run away while also wishing the moment will never end, no one has ever treated her with such tenderness.

The air surrounding you both feels warmer as you stand just a breath away.

Your eyes finally fall onto the woman’s plush lips, and you can’t help but wonder if they’re as a soft as they look. You look at the woman in complete awe as you process the full picture of the woman you’ve fallen for and as you predicted, you love her all the same, perhaps more.

You feel yourself lean in closer and she mirrors your movement. Neither of you can hear the grandfather clock anymore as you become lost within your personal world.

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Strike A Pose

It's @zaffrenotes​ birthday! 🥳🤩

Happy birthday, Donna! You have been such a bright spot for so long for both Gen and I. What started out as a love for Liam and a thirst for Henney a couple of years ago has turned into a friendship that we both are grateful for. Between rice, all things potatoes, TVD, loathing and loving characters, Dino, and things we can’t unsee no matter how much we wish we could, we’ve had a lot of laughs. We hope your day is as amazing as you are! Love you! 🍚❤️

A/N: This is a collab written with my favorite asshole, @cocomaxley. Absolutely nothing in this fic should be taken seriously. It’s probably the most ridiculous thing we’ve ever written together, but we had some laughs while working on it. Thank you @burnsoslow, @emichelle, and @the-soot-sprite for reading this over for us!

Summary: Charlotte finds a buried secret from Drake’s college days.

This part of my Full Disclosure AU.

Charlotte, along with Liam and Maxwell, were at Drake’s cabin, looking around his cluttered garage. Drake had been using it for storage, and he now wanted to brew his own beer since Liam had given him a brewing kit for his birthday. He decided that the garage was the best place to set up the station for his new hobby. The only issue was that the garage was jam-packed with years’ worth of junk.

Drake pointed to the different machines that were scattered around the space and addressed Maxwell. “Beaumont, move that equipment outside. We can put them in different spots after the garage is cleared out.”

Drake then turned to Liam, gesturing to the open loft. “Li, can you get the crap from the storage space up there and bring it down?” Liam nodded and began making his way up the narrow steps.

Charlotte bounced on the balls of her feet, awaiting her instructions. “What about me, Drake? What do I get to do? Do I get to demolish walls?”

Drake shook his head. “We aren’t demolishing anything, Brooks. I repeat, nothing is to be demolished or broken.” He eyed a large steamer trunk in the corner of the garage and pointed to it. “You can look through that and sort through what looks like it’s worth keeping or tossing.”

Charlotte’s face fell in disappointment. “That’s it? I get to sort through trash?”

“It’s not trash. There are probably important documents in there that I need. Besides, the only risk of you hurting yourself by doing that is getting a papercut.” Drake chuckled as he watched Charlotte stomp towards the corner.

“Ha ha ha. So funny, Walker.” Charlotte opened the lid, groaning when she saw the mess of papers inside. She grabbed as many as she could in her hand and pulled them out. “Ouch!” She looked at her finger that was starting to ooze with blood from the first cut.

Drake burst out laughing. “Did you seriously just get a papercut, Brooks?”

Charlotte hid her hand behind her back. “No, I did not! I just said ‘ouch’ to make you think I got a papercut.”

****

Over the next few hours, the friends worked in silence. Every once in a while, the men would hear Charlotte groan or say ‘owww’ or ‘son of a bitch’ or ‘that stings like the devil’ as she accumulated more papercuts. A long while later, the silence was broken by Charlotte’s shriek of laughter. She was holding a stack of Polaroid photos in her hand, laughing like a hyena. Curious, the men gathered behind her to see what was so funny.

When Drake caught a glimpse of the first photo, his cheeks immediately flushing crimson with embarrassment, and he grabbed them from her hand.

I thought I got rid of these. “These are … uh … they’re nothing.”

Charlotte snorted. “I can’t unsee it! You tried to be a model? You don’t even like to smile!”

Liam plucked the Polaroids from Drake’s hand while he was busy scowling at Charlotte, and he dodged away when Drake tried to take them back. Even the King couldn’t keep his laughter at bay upon seeing the top photo as his eyes widened. “What the fuck is this?” Liam shrieked.

Charlotte burst into laughter over Liam’s inability to keep his amusement contained. “Even Liam thinks it’s funny!” Charlotte shook her head. “That poor bag. What did it ever do to you?”

“Um … just why?” Maxwell asked.

Drake ripped the photos from Liam’s grasp and sighed. “Back when I was in college in New York … I needed some extra money. So … I took up a modeling gig.”

“You … you modeled?” Charlotte giggled. “Like … really modeled? With a real photographer for a legitimate modeling agency?”

Drake looked up at her, recalling the memory. He wished it wasn’t real.

****

Drake got into the waiting taxi, feeling optimistic about this opportunity. He had seen the advertisement for male models pinned to the bulletin board inside the entrance of his dorm just a couple of days prior. It wasn’t something he had ever given thought to before, but the advertisement said experience wasn’t necessary, and he was in need of some extra cash as he worked towards getting an apartment of his own. They weren’t cheap in New York City. When he called the number, the agent that answered seemed eager to meet with him.

Drake watched as the buildings of New York got taller the deeper they drove into the city. He looked at his watch, expecting to arrive at his destination at any moment, but the cabbie continued to drive over the Verrazano Bridge to Staten Island.

Drake chuckled nervously. “Did you miss it? Are we turning around?”

The cab driver grunted. “Nah, man. We’re almost there.”

The taxi drove into a seedy neighborhood and stopped in front of a brown brick house, and Drake laughed. “This is a joke, right? You’re supposed to take me to Ford Modeling Agency. This is someone’s house!”

The cabbie rolled his eyes. “This is the address you gave me. That’ll be $69.60.”

Drake’s eyes widened. “Seventy dollars? Are you insane?” He was doing this to try to make extra money, and after today he would be $140 in the hole. Good thing he still got a monthly allowance from the King.

After reluctantly paying the taxi driver, Drake got out of the vehicle and stared up at the house. I might die here today. He shook the thought; honestly, how bad could it be? As he walked up the pathway towards the door, he noticed a cardboard sign staked into the yard that read ‘Forde Molding Agencee’ written in bubble letters in black marker.

Drake mumbled profanities under his breath, and for a moment, he considered just walking away, but then the front door opened. A man with shaggy, greasy brown hair, an odd-shaped nose, and a full beard smiled from the doorway of the house.

The stranger extended his hand. “You must be Drake. I’m Neal. Neal Spooner.”

Drake extended his hand, trying his best to smile like it didn’t hurt his face. “Yes, I’m Drake Walker.”

Neal opened the door wider for Drake to enter. “Welcome to Forde Modeling Agency.”

Drake went to take a step but stopped and looked at him curiously. “Did you say For-day?”

“Yes! F-O-R-D-E. It’s pronounced Forday. It’s French.”

Drake’s brow quirked; the man spoke with a heavy southern twang, lived in Staten Island, and was now telling him his name was French. Yep, I’m definitely going to die here. He kept his mistake of thinking he was heading to a meeting with Ford, a legitimate modeling agency, to himself. He didn’t want to be disrespectful, and he also wanted to save himself the embarrassment. And he still needed the money.

Drake took in his surroundings inside the house. There was brown carpet that he was sure was a different color back in the 80s, along with wood-paneled walls. He then looked at his agent. He was wearing brown house slippers, a pair of New York Rangers pajama pants, and a dingy white t-shirt with a small hole in the chest and a larger hole in the armpit. This is one hairy dude.

“Let's go to my studio, shall we?” Neal broke the silence.

Drake felt a glimmer of hope at the word ‘studio.’ That hope immediately turned into dread when Neal led him through the kitchen and to a set of horror movie stairs in the mudroom; they walked down to the musty-smelling basement. The ‘studio’ had orange shag carpet and unfinished concrete walls. In the far corner, there was a makeshift “shooting” area with a white sheet attached to the wall with blue painter’s tape.

Neal walked to a closet and opened the door; he reached in and removed a couple of props and some outfits. He turned and threw a pair of tighty whities, a white ribbed tank top, and a black unitard at Drake. “Here, put one of these on.”

Drake looked at the articles of clothing in horror. “You want me to wear these? Have they been worn before?”

Neal chuckled at Drake’s facial expression. “Does it really matter? You’ll only be wearing them for a few minutes.”

“I don’t think so, man. I’m not going commando in another man’s fatigues.” Drake put the items onto a nearby table.

Neal rolled his eyes. “Fine, then strip!” Neal turned his back on Drake to prepare the camera.

After a lot of grumbling under his breath and more contemplation over leaving, Drake finally complied. He stood in the middle of the room, buck naked, covering his manly goods with his hands. Just then, he heard the basement door creak open and the sound of footsteps.

“Neal, dear, I made cookies for you and your friend.” An elderly lady rounded the corner with a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Neal grinned at his mother. “Thanks, Mamaw! They smell delicious. Just hand them to Drake.”

The woman smiled at Drake, offering him the plate. Drake internally panicked. If he removed both hands, he would surely give this lady a sneak peek. He opted to leave one hand in place and take the plate with the other.

“Erm … thank you, ma’am,” he said with a nod.

“You’re welcome, dear. Neal’s friends are always welcome.” Without another word, she made her way back upstairs.

Neal approached Drake and plucked a cookie off of the plate. “Have one. She makes the best cookies.”

****

Charlotte’s cackle interrupted Drake retelling his story. “You mean to tell me, this guy’s mother baked cookies, and you were standing there, ass out on full display while covering your slim jim?”

Liam was sitting on a crate shaking in silent laughter as tears streamed down his face. He was clutching his stomach, and his mouth was open, but no sound was coming out. Maxwell shushed Charlotte. “Shhhh, I wanna hear the rest of this story.”

****

Neal looked at Drake as he held the plate of cookies in his hand; his expression was filled with apprehension as he stared at the “photographer.” “Cookies not your thing?” Neal asked as he took a step towards him.

“Uhh …” Drake trailed off.

“I like beef jerky myself.” Drake’s eyebrows raised, and suddenly, Neal procured a bag of beef jerky from the pocket of his pajama pants.

****

“Wait, wait, wait,” Maxwell waved his hands. “This dude just pulled out a random bag from his pants and offered you some meat sticks?”

Drake just stared at him, ignoring Liam and Charlotte who’s laughs became louder, but his attention was pulled when he heard a snort from behind him; he turned to see Bastien in the garage doorway. “Sounds like this Neal fellow wanted a bit of your meat stick, son.”

At Bastien’s words, the normally stoic King completely lost it. Liam’s heel kicked the crate he was sitting on as he doubled forward with a wheezed rush of air; his eyes were squinted, and he struggled to breathe through his laughter.

Charlotte rolled to the floor from her seat, curling into the fetal position at Liam’s feet as she shrieked with laughter. “I … I think ... I think I just wet myself,” she squeaked. Liam’s foot slid as he began to slip off the crate, kicking Charlotte in the head with the tip of his sneaker. “Ow!”

That only caused the pair to laugh harder, and Liam crumpled to the floor, covering Charlotte’s body with his own as they failed miserably to compose themselves.

Drake glared at the hysterical couple. “You guys are such fucking assholes.”

“Well, did you eat the offered jerky or not?” Maxwell asked, causing Liam to screech as he buried his face into the crook of Charlotte’s neck while his entire body shook.

“Yes, Drake, did you eat his meat stick?” Charlotte asked in between laughs. Another loud snort escaped Bastien; Drake turned in time to see the head guard walk out of the garage. Charlotte began to cough, trying her hardest to stop laughing. “Sorry, Drake. Keep going. Please, tell me more.”

“No! Fuck you guys!” Drake stomped away towards a pile of trash that needed to be swept up.

Maxwell pouted. “I really want to know what happens next. Like, did your picture wind up in Women’s Hustler?” Another loud guffaw came from Liam; Charlotte could feel his body vibrating against hers as he failed to stop laughing. Seeing Liam this way was Charlotte’s favorite thing and only made her laugh more.

Drake huffed but continued on as he swept the floor. “So then …”

****

Drake shook his head at Neal. “No, man. I’m good. Thanks …”

Neal shrugged his shoulders. “Alrighty, then.” He pointed towards the shooting area. “Sit on that stool with your feet on the top rung and cross your ankles together, knees apart.”

Drake sat down with his hands still covering his manhood. “Uh … I didn’t realize these were going to be nude photos.”

Neal shook his head, “No, they aren’t nudes. Here …” He tossed Drake an extremely large leather crocodile print handbag. “Put that between your legs.”

“Excuse me? Put what where now?”

“Between your legs! Then put your arms behind your head and flex those muscles.” When Drake did as instructed, Neal approached him; he combed Drake’s hair forward and floofed it; Drake shuddered as the man’s hands touched his hair, and not in the good shudder way. Neal took a step back to examine his work before nodding. Then he held up the camera. “Now give Neal your best smoldering look.” He pronounced Neal as “Nay-al,” speaking with a French accent.

Drake arched his brow. “Did you just say ‘Nay-al’?”

“It is my alter ego when I am in photographer mode. NOW, SMOLDER!” Drake’s eyes slightly widened at Neal’s sudden change of tone before he heard the first click of the camera. Is that … a Polaroid camera? “Pout de’ lips!” Drake looked back at Neal and jutted his bottom lip out awkwardly, unsure what he was doing exactly. “CHIN UP! Hollow those cheeks!” Drake sucked his cheeks between his teeth, still with his lip out as he flexed his muscles. Click after click came, and the camera spit Polaroids out one after the other. Neal suddenly dropped the camera to his side. “No, no … this is all wrong. Something is missing …” Neal popped his hip as he tapped a finger to his lips, thinking. “AH-HA!”

Neal turned on his heel and headed towards a closet, flinging the door open. He began throwing items behind him while he looked for something: a hot pink feather boa sailed through the air, a can of glitter spray, some rope and duct tape, a pair of heeled combat boots, a deflated blow-up doll, and what Drake was pretty certain was a dildo.

Neal emerged from the closet a moment later, holding a pair of sunglasses in his hand with a triumphant smile. “All of that and sunglasses was what you were looking for?”

“Do not question my creative mind! Put these on.” Drake did as he was asked and slipped the sunglasses on; Neal fixed Drake’s hair again and looked at him with a broad grin. “PERFECTION! Now strike that same pose as last time.”

An entire roll of film later -- and after putting on the offered clothes that he had declined to wear before -- Drake was thankful to be slipping back into his own clothing. Neal gathered up the Polaroids scattered around his feet, wearing a gleeful smile. “Uh … so did you get the shots you needed?” Drake asked as he slipped his shoes on.

“Oh, yes,” Neal giggled. “These are splendid.”

Drake watched as he flipped through the pictures, almost as if Neal had forgotten he was even there. Drake cleared his throat. “So, uh … my payment?”

“Oh, right,” Neal said. Keeping his eyes on the photos, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled one dollar bill and outstretched his arm, handing it to Drake.

“A FUCKING DOLLAR?” Drake bellowed; his booming voice caused Neal to snap his gaze over to him.

“A set amount was never agreed upon.”

“GIVE ME THOSE!” Drake snatched the pile of photos from Neal’s hand. “You fucking greasy ass freak!” He turned and stormed up the stairs.

“Did you two have fun?” Neal’s mother asked Drake as he stormed through the kitchen.

Drake didn’t answer. His eyes fell on the plate of cookies; he reached out and snatched one before running outside.

****

“You … you got a whole ass dollar for all of that?” Charlotte howled. Liam was now lying on his back with his hands on his chest; his face was red, and the veins in his neck bulged from lack of oxygen as he continued to laugh. “You can’t even get something from the dollar menu at McDonald’s for just a dollar. You were short of the tax,” she squealed through a giggle, resting her head on Liam as he laughed harder and rolled towards her.

Maxwell stood and clapped Drake on the shoulder. “Sorry your modeling career didn’t work out, buddy. I’m gonna be honest, these aren’t the most flattering photos, so maybe it worked out for the best.” He went back to cleaning out the garage, singing, “I’m a model, you know what I mean. And I do my little turn on the catwalk.” Maxwell spun in a circle and began to moonwalk backward. “Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah.”

Charlotte stood up. “Drake shakes his little tush in Neal’s basement.” She turned towards Drake and shimmied her butt. Liam threw his head back in another laugh as he finally attempted to stand.

****

Several days later, Drake was in the newly cleaned garage with his brewing station set up. He was eager to get started after spending a lot of time researching different ingredients and methods. He was interrupted by an urgent knock on the garage door. When he opened it, there was a delivery man holding two large thin packages.

“Drake Walker?” the man asked.

“Yeah, that’s me. What’s all this?”

The man shoved the packages into Drake’s arms as he replied, “Delivery from Her Majesty, the Queen.”

Drake peeled off the envelope from the front of one of the boxes.

Dear Drake,

I thought these would add a nice touch to your brewery.

xoxo,

Charlotte

Drake opened the boxes and noticed that they were large pictures. When he saw what they were, he groaned. He looked at 24 by 36 framed canvases of his modeling photos. “Why did I think this would be something I actually wanted?”

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[rebelwrites]

Welcome To The Family Brother

Jax Teller x Reader // Harvey Specter x Sister Reader

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“I don’t get why we had to fly out to New York just to tell Harvey the news” Jax huffed as he loaded your suitcases into the taxi. “Like the man hates me”

“Quit moaning” you said rolling your eyes at him “some things can’t be done over FaceTime okay, and stop being stupid he doesn’t hate you”

“Darlin’ he does” Jax sighed.

“Okay well maybe he dislikes you but I would go as far as saying he hates you” you said climbing into the car “look after everything that went off between mum and dad, I’m all he has so yes he might still be pissed at the fact I moved to charming but trust me he is just being a baby”

“It’s been 3 years Y/N” Jax sighed “he is never going to like me”

“And that’s part of the reason you are with me” you smiled “you and him will get along as I refuse to get married or have this baby without the two most important people in my life seeing eye to eye”

“I guess you are right” Jax nodded as he played with your engagement ring.

“Babe I’m always right” you winked before giving the driver the address to your hotel.

“Well if it isn’t the youngest and better looking specter” Donna grinned as you walked up to her desk.

“Don’t let Harvey hear you say that” you winked as she pulled you into a hug.

“What do we owe the pleasure?” She asked

“I needed to speak to Harvs and needed to be done in person” you grinned.

“I’m judging by the rock on your finger it’s something to do with that” she beamed.

“Yeah it is” you smiled.

“He is on a call right now but go on in I’m sure he will be thrilled to see you” she nodded.

“Jax baby wait here with Donna” you smiled kissing his cheek.

Pushing the glass door open you couldn’t help but laugh, he was still the same Harvey.

“Look I don’t care what you have to do, get me them damn files” He snapped ending the call.

“Still the same old ball breaker” you smirked.

Watching him spin around his expression changed from a frown to a grin.

“When did you get in town?” He asked pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“Harvs cannot breath here” you fake gasped making him laugh “and just got here”

“What trouble has he got you in now” Harvey sighed as you picked up the baseball from his desk.

“Why do you always assume I’m in trouble” you laughed “in fact I have something to tell you”

“Please tell me he has broken up with you so you can move home” he said leaning on his desk.

“Harvey” you laughed, launching the baseball at him.

“What” he smirked catching the ball.

“Play nice” you laughed “I came here to tell you he asked me to marry him”

“Damn it” Harvey sighed

“Seriously you should be happy for me” you glared.

“How can I be happy when he is keeping you away from your home” he said with no emotion in his voice.

“You need to get over this” you sighed “it’s been 3 years Harvs, I know you think he is going to replace you but I promise no one can replace my big brother”

“You promise” he pouted.

“Pinky promise” you nodded, holding your little finger out to him.

“Fine” he sighed dramatically “but I’m only doing this for you”

“Thank you” you smiled “now there is an important question I need to ask you”

“Go on” he said.

“Will you be the one to give me away?” You smiled as you watched him take in what you just said.

“Are you serious?” He grinned making his way over to you.

“Yuup, I mean if rather have you give me away than walk down the aisle on my own” you beamed.

“I’d be honoured to trouble” he grinned pulling you into a hug.

“There’s one more thing as well” you laughed. “Harvs you are being prompted”

“No, I'm not” he laughed.

“Yes you are you big idiot” you laughed “you are being promoted to uncle”

“Wait what?” He asked.

“I’m pregnant” you grinned.

“Fuck I need a drink” he laughed “but get the lad in here I need to have a chat with him”

“Please play nice” you laughed, wiggling out of his arms and walking out of his office.

“Jax he wants to speak to you” you smiled.

“That’s it trouble just make yourself at home” Harvey smirked as he saw you sprawled out on the sofa flicking through the channels on the TV.

“I will don’t worry” you smirked “now get me a drink would ya”

“I forgot how demanding you were” he laughed.

“Don’t lie, Harvs you miss it” you said sticking your tongue out at him.

“Like a hole in the head” he said under his breath but you heard him and was glaring at him.

“Now Teller we didn’t get a chance to properly talk earlier” Harvey said rolling his sleeves up, his expression blank.

You knew what was coming, he was gonna bust Jax’s balls. Thank god Donna gave you a heads up that he made her run a background check on Jax. You knew he would, this was Harvey you were talking about here. If there was one thing in this world that was true was how protective he was over you.

“Now Jackson there’s a few things that I need to say that I’m not happy about” Harvey said without breaking eye contact.

You knew he was going in just by the fact he called him Jackson. You were on the verge of laughing so you had to pull your hoodie over your mouth to hide your smile. You watched as Jax gulped slightly.

“First thing first I really don’t like the idea about you having guns around my niece or nephew” Harvey said “like I absolutely hate it, you can’t have guns around children”

“I know” Jax mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So what are you doing about that?” Harvey asked, raising his eyebrow at him.

“Urm l” Jax panicked before composing himself “I have brought a gun safe for the house and I have spoke to my brothers about keeping their guns out of reach of the baby”

“Okay” Harvey nodded sipping his whiskey “now for the Harleys what is your plan for transport as you are not putting a car seat on the back of a bike”

“Well Y/N has her mustang and I won’t let her sell it to get a more suitable car so in the next couple of months we will be going car shopping to get a more suitable car” Jax said.

You tried so hard not to laugh and Jax puffed his chest out trying to be alpha. And you could tell your brother was trying not to laugh.

“You know I’m not a massive fan of the life you live” Harvey sighed “there is so much danger that you are putting my sister in and will soon be putting your child in as well. I have done a background check on you boy and you have quite a record”

You saw Jax’s face drop, you knew he was trying hard to get the club out of dealing guns and into more legitimate business. Part of you wanted to jump in and tell Harvey to stop but you knew this needed to happen.

“I know and it’s not something I am proud of” Jax sighed “and I am doing everything in my power of being president of the club to get us on the more straight and narrow but these things take time. Deals need to be tied up and finished as if we just cut the ties then shit gets messy and one thing I am sure off, I will not let my actions be the reason Y/N or out child gets hurt”

Harvey didn’t say anything so Jax carried on.

“Look I know you are her brother and I am not going to disrespect you because I know how much you mean to her but you need to understand that what you see on the paper is the old me, the one that didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything that was until Y/N walked into my life” Jax said standing his ground.

You knew your brother so well, and this was what he wanted, he wanted Jax to stand up to him.

“The day she walked into my life I knew there was something special about her and I knew I would lay my life down on the line for her and now I will for our child as well. Yes I have a shady past but I am doing everything in my power to turn things around and if you can’t see that then I’m sorry” Jax said without breaking eye contact.

Harvey stood there in shock for a second taking in everything Jax had said before he couldn’t hold the grin back. Leaving Jax confused and you laughing in the background.

“You know I am only busting your balls man” Harvey laughed pulling Jax in for a hug “welcome to the family brother”

[or-something-better]

July 17, 2022

(Nightly RP Kevin AU Part 1) 1st outline I wrote, Gabe added him, Donna and Jody  Sam plays Kevin Crowley plays Bobby

Donna

No matter how many times I see a Harry Potter movie I love it!

Alex

Walking out right that was the best Harry Potter Smiles excited

Jody

Nodding I totally agree Don!! I love Harry!

Sam

For a movie adaption of a really popular book, I think they did a decent job of it

Henry

I like Ron

Alex

Right and I love all characters there were awesome

Gabe

Most books don’t adapt to film well

Sam

Henry, if your hair was a bit redder, I think you could be a Weasley family member

Jody

Turning to Gabe Hey Gabe, what do you think of Harry Potter?

Donna

Very true

Henry

Yeah smiles

Donna

Ohhhhh bad question!!! flinches and gets rwady

Jody

Oh boy…. face palms

Gabe

Well if I were to stick my head down a garbage disposal and turn it in I’d have the same amount of fun and spend less money

Donna

See!

Alex

Cover her mouth she burst out laughing

Gabe

Can’t stand Reginald pitter. Or whatever his name is. I could take a nap at home for free

Donna

I don’t think you’ve given I true shot but that’s just me!

Crowley

Well I think that's several hours of my life that I'll never get back.

Jody

Thanks for the visual Gabe  Shaking my head, shut my eyes, chuckle

Gabe

Gave it the shot it was worth. See

Donna

That isn’t true!

Sam

There’s an envelope sitting on the map table with ‘Sam’ written on it in a handwriting I recognize right off. An instant rush of adrenaline shoots through my body, things had been really strained here at the Bunker for a while now. Pretty sure everyone had been feeling it, but no one had addressed it openly that I knew of. Picking up the envelope, I take it with me and walk into my room closing the door. Sitting down on the bed I take a moment to just calm myself, and then I tear it open.

Crowley

my head jerks up well today is just full of surprises huh

Gabe

After sitting through that I deserve SEVERAL drinks  heading for the bar

Sam

As I already knew, it was from Dean and if I was being honest, his heart felt words on the page were not a complete surprise. I read it over twice. Then taking a deep breath, I stuffed the letter under my pillow and walked back out to everyone else.

Donna

shakes head

Crowley

Pour me a drink there goblin

Gabe

pouring a full glass I put it to the side and drink from the bottle Get yourself oompa

Crowley

I teleport beside him and do so

Henry

hops onto the counter to sit

Gabe

Sam what’s goin on? You good?

Sam

That letter was from Dean… he and Lisa have decided to give their relationship together another try. He says he understands that it’ll mean he has to step away from hunting… and from us for a while. But, he won’t be gone forever. He said he’ll keep in touch and see us all again real soon. I clear my throat, trying not to let any emotion make the news I’m delivering seem like the wrong thing…which it isn’t. He deserves to be happy… ya know?

Gabe

Don’t we all raising my bottle to Dean. taking another long drink

Donna

goes to bar and gets a drink and raise for Dean, slamming it back!

Alex

walking to Sam that good for him he is happy that good Hugs Sam

Alex

Rise and drink

Sam

Hugs Alex back I'm happy for him too Alex, really

Alex

Nod

Crowley

Squirrel is leaving? We should throw a party.

Jody

Heads to the bar with Donna and pours a shot, then chugs it

Henry

Just another reason to get drunk Crow

Crowley

Touche, but my point stands

Alex

Yeah Agree

Sam

You know Crowley, I think I finally agree with you on something. Dean would want us all to be happy for him... let's have a little party

Crowley

The moose agreeing with me? I think I'm getting the gifts here.

Henry

Yeah picks at flannel I stolen from Dean’s closet

Cass

pops in  Kevin ? KEVIN ??? Where’s Kevin ……I need to find him

Patience

walking out of the armory just as Cass pops in

Jody

Rushing over to Cass, bending to look Feathers What’s wrong Feathers?!

Cass

JODY ! heading over  I need information from the angel tablet and Donatello can’t get it . I NEED Kevin

Henry

Kevin is dead  looks sad

Alex

look over

Sam

Cass?

Cass

eyes going wide running fingers through my hair I sit at the table  how am I going to get the information now?

Donna

slamming a lemon drop shot.. oh maybe apocalypse world? Maybe you could save the Kevin from there?

Alex

Cass take a deep breath what it for?

Cass

To figure out something dad did in heaven

Jody

Shaking my head  I really think that’s the best idea Don….

Alex

Let give it a try

Henry

What’s au?

Crowley

It means at alternate universe.  They're going to go to another reality that has people with our likenesses, but where things have gone completely different.

Sam

I’m confused for a minute, if one Prophet of the Lord died, another was supposed to appear to take his place. Just another thing that’s changed now that Chuck is no longer the supreme power of the Universe, and that duty has fallen onto Gabe’s shoulders.

Cass

How would we even get there? looks to Gabe

Gabe

way to point out my failures Sammy but Donatello is the new prophet just won’t learn his job looking back  all aboard

Sam

I jump as I hear Gabe's voice in my mind. Wish you wouldn't do that...

Henry

looks at dad

Donna

pounds a straight shot of rum and comes over! let’s do this shit! smiling big!

Sam

From what I saw firsthand, that entire world is nothing but a war torn hellscape. I’m sure not in a big hurry to ever return.

Alex

Look over

Cass

Don’t worry Sam you guys don’t need to get involved, open a rift and I’ll go there myself

Alex

What Donna said!

Sam

Cass, that’s not what I meant. There’s no way that we’re going to let you take that kind of risk alone.

Alex

Nope nope nope nope

Henry

Someone has to stay behind to keep the rip open

Jody

NOT HAPPENING FEATHERS!

Cass

I can do this

Gabe

You’re not going alone. How about Sam and Ruby stay back and hold the rift open ?

Jody

Not all Feathers! I’m coming with you!

Patience

feeling nervous if you don't mind I'd like to stay behind

Cass

Jody I can’t risk you

Gabe

That’s ok patience you can help them

Alex

Cass you have all of us as team Smiles

Sam

Hold on a second, it’s been a while since I’ve seen that spell. I find the book which contains the Rift Spell. Most of the ingredients for the spell to open the rift and to keep it open, we have here at the Bunker. A few of the more obscure ones, Ruby will have to bring with her.

I think we might just be able to pull this off. Pulling out my phone, I send Ruby a text message, asking if she’d be willing to come right away and help me with a spell to create a rift into an Alternate World. I include the list of ingredients that I still need… and hit send.

Okay… I’m pretty sure that she’ll be able and willing to do what we need her to do. Sometimes things just worked out.

Ruby

Hearing a ding from my cell, I check and see a message from Sam. Giving him a short reply, I quickly round up needed items and pop over to the bunker. I go over to Sam and ask him to give me a hand with the spell when we’re ready, while discreetly slipping a small flask into his pocket.

Jody

Setting my jaw You aren’t going alone. I’m coming with you

Ruby

I tell Cass “I need some of your hair since you’ve been to the Alternate Universe and I need a small amount of your grace to open the rift.” I hand him a vial. I turn to Gabe from you, I will need some blood from a “Most Holy Man. We’ll take the closest thing we’ve got. I say with a wink, handing him a vial.

Henry

watches the rift open

Crowley

I suppose I'll come along and help. Also might be handy if the rift somehow closes on the other side.

Sam

I rush around with the book in one hand, trying to round up the other ingredients

Alex

LET DO THIS GANG

Cass

You got it Jodes

Ruby

Everyone ready?

Cass

pulling out and handing you a hair

Alex

Yes ma’am Smiles

Jody

Nodding my head, I smile up Cass

Donna

You betcha ya!

Gabe

You got jokes, here let me be the taxi AND cut a vain for you guys using a claw I cut my arm drawing blood making a tune appear I fill it and hand it to Ruby

Henry

Yup I am

Alex

Smiles chuckle

Gabe

Let’s light this candle

Sam

Patience, it's okay... you can stay here and help Ruby and me

Alex

Hell yeah Clap his back

Gabe

the rift opening I head towards it  here we go

Henry

follows dad

Cass

heads towards the rift

Alex

Bear zoom run in

Sam

Walking to the opening, I’m feeling second thoughts about not going with everyone. You guys don’t take any unnecessary chances over there, alright? Be safe. I put my hand on Gabe’s shoulder and squeeze it. Bring everyone back safe, that includes Kevin too.... I release him and step back We’ll do our part here to keep the light on for you all.

Patience

clasping my hands thank you both

Jody

Walks through

Henry

walks through

Gabe

You got it Sammy one prophet of the lord coming right up! stepping through the rift

Crowley

Don't miss me too much darlings. I wink at Sam bend following the others

Gabe

the rift opens into an already going battle find cover! diving behind a tree

Cass

grabbing Jody and pulling her behind an old car

Crowley

I grab Henry and drag him behind a pile of rubble

Alex

Step through whoa! Oh hell Bear take cover at hill sand

Henry

allows myself to be dragged

Donna

looks around and goes behind a nearby bush

Jody

Clings onto Cass’ trench coat and ducks into him

Bobby

I see some strangers on the edge of the battlefield and signal to my team before breaking off planning to get the drop on them

Gabe

standing I throw a car towards the people attacking us missing them as a warning

Henry

Who’s that?

Gabe

Who’s who?

Alex

Whoa! Rise her eyebrows

Cass

protectively cover Jody

Henry

The people attacking us

Crowley

Oh my

Gabe

No idea but soon they are all going to die

Henry

Ok

Bobby

I go up behind the short angel that threw the car sensing him to be the greatest threat and shoot the colt

Alex

Look around this place is crazy. Gasp oh shit

Henry

Well dam glancing at the person attacking

Gabe

vanishing at the sound of a gun shot behind me appearing behind Bobby I kick his legs out from under him extending my claws I stab him through the hand taking the colt and holding my other claw to his throat  only human

Cass

standing and freezing the other soldiers in place ENOUGH !

Bobby

I yell in pain but the adrenaline allows me to twist and grab a knife aiming for your knee but freezes looking over your shoulder when I see a beige trench coat. Cass

Cass

Bobby? What are you doing? Gave let him up!

Gabe

kicking the blade from Bobby’s hand  one wrong move and I’ll split you in two

Alex

Look up Bobby?

Henry

pops up from behind the rock

Bobby

We were getting slaughtered. I saw a group over this way and thought Michael sent people to attack us from behind.  What the hell are ya doin back on this side idjit?

Donna

stands and watches and listens

Cass

Short version? I need. Kevin Tran on our world our prophet doesn’t seem to any to do his job. pointing to the group  Jody, Donna, Alex, Henry, Crowley, and the guy with the claws is dads replacement Gabriel

Crowley

It's alright kid I pull Henry to his feet and Robert Singer. He's a good face to see in any world. Gruff but smart.

Gabe

waving

Henry

Hi

Cass

And this is AU Bobby

Alex

Wave hello

Bobby

I nod looking around before staring at Crowley And why is hells salesman here?

Crowley

I blow a kiss Good to see you too darling. Though it's KING of Hell in my world.

Gabe

He like to think so

Bobby

I scoff and roll my eyes Whatever.  I'll help you guys best I can, but I don't know where Kevin is. Haven't seen him in a few days since our people got split up again. I do know someone who might be able to help though. I'll get you some supplies and point ya in the right direction.

Donna

waves

Gabe

Lead the way Bobby

Cass

Appreciate it Bobby we need to find him and if Charlie can help, even better

Bobby

Alright. Everyone grab a buddy, I'm not your mother so ya keep an eye on yourselves. Just know I'm watching you. I point distrustfully at Crowley before leading them to Charlie's camp

Crowley

I gasp in mock offense

Gabe

filling behind the group, keeping a look out for threats

Cass

walking with Jody

Henry

walks with Crowley

Alex

Jody walking with Jody holding Cass’s hand. Walking with Donna

Donna

walking ready for anything

Gabe

the team approaches the camp spotting Charlie

Cass

Charlie?

Henry

Sissy!

Crowley

I ruffle Henry's hair Stay close kid.

Alex

Charlie? Walking

Henry

But sissy is here

Bobby

I hold my hand up Stay here everyone. You're outsiders in this camp.  People will attack out of distrust. I'll get Charlie and bring her to ya folk.

Crowley

This ain't our Charlie kid.

Henry

Oh face drops

Donna

Follows the team closely, hand tight on my ArchAngel blade and pistol

Gabe

looking at the camp yeah I’m shaking in my booties

Alex

Jody Charlie!

Bobby

I whip around No.  I don't care if you're God where you're from.  This is my world, my war, my people. If ya don't wanna listen then you can turn around and flap your wings back up your own world. I'm helping you all for Cass.

Gabe

smirking I raise my hand lifting you 50 feet in the air and leaving you dangle  and your not out Bobby you’ve served your purpose so I suggest you watch your tone with me boy . Or I’ll splatter you all over the ground just to pass the time . looking at the camp  anyone want to join him?

Charlie

Put him down now. Gabe right?

Bobby

They aren't exactly fond of people like you. Getting killed and treated like expendable trash when we don't fall in line is everyday for us.

Henry

Sissy hopeful

Gabe

Your wish letting Bobby start to fall, looking at my fingernails

Charlie

Huh me?

Gabe

Yep

Henry

It’s me Henry

Charlie

Something tells me he deserved it!

Gabe

Well I hope Michael brings him back impact is going to kill him

Crowley

I crouch down remember what I said about her being different?

Bobby

I take offense to that.

Gabe

watches Bobby smash into the ground face first  ooooh tgats gotta hurt snapping back baby back to life  warning shot

Ruby

So, Gabe, what brings you back to our world?

Cass

Don’t be an ass

Crowley

I cringe ooo that can't be good.

Gabe

Cass, he needs to see Kevin Tran needs help with an angel tablet

Charlie

Kevin Tran. I've heard of him. He keeps company with Michael in his compound. You willing to go in and get him?

Cass

Him our prophet on our world refuses to do his job we need Kevin to translate

Alex

Look over Cass

Gabe

Against Michael? Oh yeah happily

Charlie

Well, in that case, let's go inside and figure out just how to take him from Michael. He's not going to be too happy to lose Kevin.

Gabe

Lead the way

(Cass and Gabe follow)

Henry

follows behind

Crowley

I shadow behind the kid

Sam

Looking at my watch again, I realized it was about three minutes past the last time that I looked at it. Letting go of Ruby’s hand, I stood up and paced a few steps Shouldn’t we have heard from somebody by now, don’t you think?

Ruby

Traipsing through interdimensional worlds isn't like taking a stroll in the park Sam. You need to keep yourself in check and do you part.

Sam

You’re right, you’re right… Ruby. How about you, Patience, you doing okay?

Patience

Yes I'm ok

Sam

Great. I push the bowl of ingredients over in front of her. Just make sure that you add a pinch of this powder into that candle flame every 10 minutes, okay with that?

Alex

Follow with Donna and Jody walking with Cass

Sam

Returning to my chair, I slip the small flask from my pocket and drink down the contents. Feeling that instant surge of energy, I’d already become dependent on, I smile my thanks at Ruby and sit down. Reaching across the table, I take hold of her hand and add my energy to hers once again.

Donna

walks with group

Kevin

Pouring myself another cup of wine, I take the lid off my plate and saver the smell of the food on my plate. Ahhhh Taking a bit of a strawberry, I wonder already to what kind of dessert is going to come my way and hope at the same time that it's the skinny blonde who brings it

Gabe

heading In KEVIN, hey amigo !! Got anything good to drink in here?

Donna

Wow ..what a place!!!

Henry

Kevin! runs and hugs him

Kevin

Springing to my feet at the intrusion of this stranger, I push back from the table and scream Guards!!

Cass

Kevin we, I, need your help I need you to come with us

Crowley

I look around and blink oh my.

Gabe

snapping muting you the door shuts behind us

Sam

Shoving the unknown person away.. I fall back against the wall as more people enter Who are you, what do you want?

Gabe

Being Michael’s bitch has perks apparently

Sam

Grabbing my mouth as no sounds comes out! I'm trying to scream and can't

Kevin

In full panic I run for hte door!

Henry

steps behind dad

Gabe

Hmmmmm one ward sounds like Ards?

Crowley

Indeed it does. I'm sure we can arrange a similar arrangement for him back home

Cass

I don’t care what it takes

Sam

Frantic to escape and unable to believe that Michael would allow any of the insurgents to actually make it inside the house. I was usually so safe!

Gabe

Going somewhere? Listen we just wanna chat

Cass

Jody can you tie him up?

Donna

I help Jodes and grab a hold a Kevin, helping Jody tie him up

Sam

I back away, but hit the wall and have no way to get around so many people. I struggle as I'm tied up and continue to try and scream, still no sound comes out.

Donna

Calm down fancy pants

Gabe

Let’s get him further from the doors shall we ?

Kevin

What was happening!!!! No sound was emerging but inside my own head I was screaming.

Gabe

calm down and I’ll let you talk again

Alex

Jody yes sir feathers Tie him up

Kvein

Forcing myself to settle, I tried to give whoever these people were the appearance of cooperating with them

Donna

Look we aren’t from the resistance you know! We aren’t here to hurt you!

Kevin

Unable to do anything but listen, I tried to breathe deeply and stop the panic attack that I felt coming my way.

Alex

Jody calm down Kevin breath

Henry

helps myself to the food we need your help to save our person

Alex

Kevin we are good guys we are from other world

Kevin

They are all insane. I'm sure of it now

Alex

We are here to help

Gabe

letting you talk again shhhhhhh

To Be Continued....

……………………………………..

1.the team comes back to the bunker from a night out at the movies. Donna  says no mater how many times they see a Harry Potter film she can never get enough and Jody agrees . Alex and Henry talk excitedly about the movie when Jody asks Gabe what he thought of it. Gabe answers honestly and Crowley says it’s a few hours of his eternity he’ll never get back. Walking into the bunker Sam spots an envelope on the table addressed to him. Reading it quickly Charlie asks what’s wrong. Sam says it’s dean he’s given up hunting and he and Lisa have decided to work things out. Alex says how great it is and Sam says he completely agrees. Dean deserves to be happy. Crowley suggests a party in his honor and Henry chides him he’s just looking for a reason to drink. Alex agrees with Henry but if there’s ever a reason to celebrate it’s someone getting out of the life alive. Jody and Donna head behind the bar ready to mic drinks.

2. Before the party gets under way a frazzled Cass appears in the bunker. Patience comes out of the armory just as Jody asks him what’s wrong and Cass explains that he needs important information off the Angel Tablet and that Donatello cannot get it. He needs Kevin… Henry reminds him that Kevin is dead. Frustrated and wondering how he’s going to get the information he needs, Donna   proposes that they go to the AU World and bring back THAT Kevin, since Michael is probably going to just kill everyone there anyway. Jody isn’t so sure about that and Henry asks what Au is. Crowley explains about the alternate universe. Charlie wants to know how they’d get there. Everyone looks to Gabe.

3. Sam doesn’t want to go back over there. Cass says he’s the one who needs Kevin  he should just go alone. That way not everyone is in danger. Sam and Jody will not let him take the risk alone. Henry points out that someone needs to stay behind and keep the rift open. They nominate Sam to do it with the help of Ruby. Sam calls Ruby and she comes over to help. Patience is a bit nervous about the whole thing so she asks to stay back with Sam and Ruby. The magic is performed with some of Gabe’s grace and the rift to the other side is opened. Sam walks the team to the rift telling the to “be safe” over there. Sam claps Gabe on the shoulder and says bring them all home safe, Kevin too” Gabe and Cass Henry , Crowley , Alex, Donna and Jody go through the rift.

4. The team step through right in the middle of a battle. They run for whatever cover they can find and try to figure out where to go next. While hiding in their spot Bobby is able to come up behind them and get the drop on them All. Bobby then recognizes Cass but is confused because in his world Cass is already dead. Cass explains as best he can is a shortened version and let’s Bobby know that they are there for Kevin Tran. Introducing the tea , seeing Crowley Bobby can’t believe the team is working with hells salesmen . Crowley corrects him and Bobby just scoffs. Bobby doesn't know where Kevin is but does know someone else who might be able to help them. He takes the team to Charlie.

5. Charlie DOES know Gabe   from his time there before. Henry is excited at seeing Charlie, but this one doesn’t recognize him. But Gabe had saved her camp from being destroyed. She agrees to help them get to Kevin Tran who resides inside Michael’s guarded compound. They go there and plan their way inside. Meanwhile back at the Bunker Sam is getting concerned about how long things are taking. He feels that they should have heard back from someone by now. Ruby tells him that traipsing through inter-dimensional worlds isn't like taking a stroll in the park and that he needs to keep himself in check and do his part. Sam reluctantly agrees that she’s right and also realizes how much he’s becoming dependent on Ruby being around and always willing to help.

6. Kevin Trans enjoys a privileged life at the compound. He doesn’t care at all about the war going on all around him or for the war that is about to come. He is sheltered by Michael from all unpleasantness because Michael believes that Kevin is the only person with enough magic to open the doorway into the world that he intends to conquer. Kevin is surrounded by the best food, drugs, and creature comforts. He likes it all. When Gabe, Donna, Cass, Alex Henry, Bobby and Charlie get into the place and find Kevin, he is in the middle of enjoying a meal and not happy about being disturbed. Henry runs over to hug Kevin and Kevin immediately tries to call guards for help and Gabe mutes him to stop him.

7. Jody ties up Kevin, and taken further into an alcove so that the team would have a way to semi-hide if anyone came. Donna and Jody try to explain to Kevin that they aren’t just from the regular resistance that are fighting outside. Alex tells them where they are from and that they’ve come seeking his help. Kevin is not willing to help them. He likes the life he has here and doesn't want to lose it. He believes that he’s special to Michael. He thinks that he is going to have a grand place at Michael’s side in the new world. Bobby tries to tell him the way that Michael truly is and how he is treating all the people outside of this compound. Charlie tells him how Michael only has plans for himself and he won’t be taking anyone with him when he leaves to conquer a new world. Henry tried to explain to him that the team needs his help. Crowley tries using threats of torture.

[kormiato]

Regret 

(Heisenberg x reader)

you entered the territory of the factory leaving behind the village. lycans weren't there. because of that it was quieter than usually and that was making you more uncomfortable than you already was on your way home. you was nervous. extremely nervous. your breath was heavy and shaky from running. you was trying to get home as quick as you could. you opened the door into the factory and went in. you passed through many corridors on your way to where Karl Heisenberg was the most of the time everyday. you was walking slowly, trying to catch your breath so that you don't look so worried than you really are. were you ready to talk about it with him? you didn't know. but now that situation was bothering you more than at the beginning of all of it. and you knew that you can't just stand here and look while all this is happening. you was determined to talk about. now or never. just because you was scared for the future.

"you WHAT?!" Heisenberg stood up from the chair abruptly but you already used to the fact that he's quite short-tempered. you was shifting from one foot to other in doors of his workshop. you didn't dare to look up in his eyes, preferring to examine the dirty floor. "yes, I was beyond the factory today. and yes, I saw Ethan Winters there. he was going from Alcina's castle. and I think that he is going to Donna and Moreau next since he want his daughter back. and... I'm afraid that he is gonna go to the factory..." you bite your lip in a concern at the end of the sentence. Karl sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. "of course he will be here soon. and I hope that he'll hurry up." you recoiled a little in a amount of shock. he was talking about it so easy, as if it was nothing that this Winters was going to kill all of the Lords on his way to save Rose if it's required. "but he killed Alcina and all of her daughters. don't you think that he can kill you too?" the man grinned. "kill? me? how could you think that some city's freak can kill me? or do you think that I'm not strong enough to deal with that jerk, just like that super-sized bitch was?" "don't say that!" you protested. "I know that you're the strongest of the Lords and the most dangerous one. but that doesn't mean that I can't worry about you. I just don't know what I'm going to do if you'll..." you stopped, feeling a lump in your throat growing from anxiety. Heisenberg clicked his tongue rolling his eyes. "I'm not dead yet, dollface. and I'm not gonna die. so stop dramatize. I'll just make him an offer to convince him to join my rebellion." "what? why do you need him? you already have your large metall army." "that's not enough." he growled in a frustration. "I need his Rose to be sure that I have enough power to kill that bitch. you just don't know how powerful is that kid. even that dumb papa doesn't understand! with Rose's power we can defeat that bitch Miranda and we'll finally be free!" you frowned. you didn't want to overshadow his grandiose plans with your concern and fears. you knew how important it was to him, how much he wanted to get his well-deserved freedom, how much he worked to finally get a chance to escape Miranda's influence. but you loved him a lot. and you had a bad trait of character - sometimes not to keep your mouth shut.

"but what if it'll go not as planned? what if he'll refuse to join you? what if he'll kill you?" you sighty paniced because you doesn`t want to risk the life of your man. not just a boyfriend, but man. Karl was starting to get a little piss, you could say this by one look at his face. "listen, are you trying to piss me off? if that so then go out of here and don't stop me from working. go on and fuck brains some of lycans if they have any, I think they will be better listeners than me right now. If that's all you have to talk with me about, I'll better get back to my work.” Karl turned to a table and sat down back on a chair thus putting an end to this conversation. you almost choked on air from indignation. “okay. if you want to act like a complete asshole to the fact that I'm worried about you, then let it be as you say.” you stormed out of the room, filled with indignation and resentment without giving the opportunity to shout something in a responce. was you really that angry? you don't know. but you should have kept your mouth shout in that moment. didn't you believe in him? no, you believed. but you also loved him.

it was raining. it was raining that much that you barely can see anything further than your hand. you was away from factory. now you was going back to your home. and then you heared loud crash and the ground under your feet was trembling more and more as you approached the factory territory. and in that moment you started worrying. what's going on? you ran to the factory as fast as you can. you stopped near the fence and covered your mouth with your hand in fright. you saw a giant creature, some kind of robot. and you saw Ethan Winters on a tank attacking that thing.

"I will kill that bitch after you!" as you hear that, you realize. That massive thing in front of you is Heisenberg. And he's fighting against Ethan. your breath started shaking in fear. but you hoped that he'll defeat that Winters. so you just silently watch. that was terrifying. seeing your love putting his life on a danger.

tears began to flow down your face, burning your cheeks and palms that was covering your mouth trying not to let out sobs of heartache. "I can't... die! I must... kill her...! for her... for... us...!" Karl's mechanical body falled to the ground. you had forget how to breathe. you couldn't see anything but his lifeless body on a dirty ground. you doesn't know how long you have stood like this. you open the gate of destroyed factory and slowly walked on a shaky legs. and then you falled to your knees in front of mechanical creature that was your love before. but why before? you loved him even in this state. you loved him all. and now your lover was just a lifeless mess of metall and flesh. you started to cry even more. you throwed your head up to the sky letting the rain wash out your tears. and then you screamed. so loud that for sure the throat will be torn off. "why him?! why not me?! shit! shit!" you was beating the ground in a fury, but then you pressed your forehead against the cold metal of the robot. "I'm so sorry Karl... I didn't even have time to make up with you... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry I didn't come to apologize... stupid pride... I want you so much to be near me now...I'm regretting that I argued with you..." regret. that feeling will be hunting you. regret. and guilt. because you let your lover, Karl Heisenberg, your light and the most important man in your life, die. And the more important thing that you leaved him after that argument don't even trying to make things up. you was alone now.

you stood up, taking one last look on a factory, your home, and go. where? you don't know. and that doesn't even matter since nowhere will be good for you. you was planning to visit so many places. but with Karl after you two escape Miranda. but now... it doesn't matter anymore. nothing is matter anymore. it's just you and rain. and your regret that was crawling your back.

[the-broken-truth]

The Strings That Bind Us ~ The Lord Meeting

Summary: Mother Miranda called a Surprise Lord Meeting and is insistent that Vulcan attends. What could she want?

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Vulcan

[2 Months After The Village Trip] [Vulcan's been working for Donna for 3 Months Now]

"Are you certain that you want to leave that male with Donna, Mother Miranda? I could find a better use for him in House Dimitrescu." Alcina said as she took a puff from her long cigarette.

"Must you start with this again, Alcina?" Heisenberg exhaled "Miranda gave the human to Donna because of their obvious history...as much as I wish she didn't; that man has the makings of an Alpha in his blood."

"Any man that would put down your rabid dogs is worthy enough to continue the Dimitrescu Bloodline. I've been seeing him around the village - sometimes with Donna and that...doll of hers. Kinda unfair that my little sister gets to have that interesting specimen to herself." Alcina pouted in her chair as she took another puff of her cancer stick.

Miranda was quiet for the most part while waiting for Donna - the dollmaker was usually the second one here (The first being Moreau). The sound of footsteps made everyone look at the opening to see The Dollmaker make her appearance and she wasn't alone - Vulcan stood there in his House Beneviento Suit with a smile on his face, Donna's arm laced in his like a gentleman leading a lady, and Angie perched on his shoulder as if she was his companion instead of Donna's. The Lords and Village Leader watched as Vulcan led Donna to herself and waited for the dollmaker to seat before he moved to stand behind her to the right of her chair, standing tall, his hands behind his back - Angie still on his shoulder.

"Now that we are all present - we can begin the meeting." Mother Miranda began as she looked at her 'children'.

Broken Truth: #FuckMotherMirandaShe'sABitch.

"What is the reason for this meeting, Mother Miranda? You didn't specify in your call to us." Donna asked as she looked at her adopted mother.

"The reason I didn't specify was that this meeting is about you and...your male." Miranda said - making Donna and Vulcan's eyebrows raise.

"Us?" The both of them said.

"Yes, Child. Tell us - what exactly does this 'Vulcan' do for House Beneviento? Is he truly as well of as servant as you claim?" Miranda said as she looked in Vulcan's direction - who just looked into her eyes without any kind of fear but there was respect present in his eyes; was it because she was Donna's Mother or the Leader of the Village? That was unknown to her.

"Vulcan is an incredible addition to House Beneviento - he cleans very well, the meals he cooks are unlike anything I have ever tasted; but then again, he did travel all over the world and picked up some interesting recipes. He is always there for me rather I need something or if I just need someone to talk to; what's more, he gets along with Angie very well and that makes me very happy." Donna said as she looked at the doll on Vulcan's shoulder, who nodded to her creator.

"She's got a point..." Moreau spoke but was soon cut off.

"Shut up, no one asked you, freak." Karl said.

"That was impolite, Lord Heisenberg." Vulcan's voice spoke up, making everyone look at him.

"What did you say?" Karl asked.

"I said that was impolite - impolite and uncalled for. Lord Moreau has just as much right to speak as you do; besides, he is your brother, you should be kinder to him." Vulcan said as he glared at Vulcan, who glared at him back.

"Just who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do? You're just a servant - a nobody - and that freak isn't my brother, nor is Lady Super-Sized Bitch or that Ugly Ass Psycho Doll!" That made Vulcan's eyes widen and his fists clench.

"Take that back...right now." The amber-eyed man growled out.

"What?" Karl scoffed.

"I don't care what you say about me, but you will not disrespect my lady or Angie; Lord or not. Take it back, now, Karl Heisenberg." Vulcan growled even more - his fists clenching and eyes seem to be getting darker - they were almost blood red. Miranda's eyes seem to widen as it looked like there was a golden glow coming from under the sleeve of Vulcan's right forearm.

'What is he?' She wondered.

"That's enough, Vulcan." Donna spoke out, making Vulcan look at her.

"But Lady Beneviento, he..." Donna raised her hand to silence him.

"Please, Vulcan. It's quite alright." Donna said again in her soft voice.

"If that is what you wish, Lady Beneviento." Vulcan went back to standby mode.

"It is." Donna confirmed.

"Now that is over... Donna." Miranda spoke.

"Yes, Mother?" Donna asked as she looked in her mother's direction.

"I wish to have a House Dinner - with House Beneviento as the hosting house. I want to see just what it is that your male could do." Miranda said as she looked at Vulcan.

"I'd be honored to show you my skill, Madam Miranda." Vulcan said with a bow of his head.

"Obedient, Strong, Good-Looking, Can Cook, Clean, & Submissive without argument - Such an interesting specimen you have, Donna. Little sister, are you sure you wouldn't mind lending him to me for a year?" Alcina said as she looked Vulcan up and down.

"Alcina, you are not getting Vulcan so find another male to continue House Dimitrescu with." Donna almost snarled at her sister.

"Come now, you can't part with him for one year?" Alcina pouted.

"No. Now stop asking." Donna said. "Is that all, Mother Miranda?" Donna asked as she rose to her feet.

"Yes - the House Dinner will be in one week; I look forward to seeing what it is he can do. Lords dismissed." Miranda said. Donna took Vulcan's arm and he led Donna and Angie out of the room, ignoring the looks of the other Lords and Village Leader.

'Just what are you, Vulcan?' Miranda asked herself.

[Meanwhile - Back At House Beneviento]

"A Lord Dinner? This is going to be troublesome." Donna said as she sat at the table, Angie in her lap to make her feel better.

"What's so wrong with a Lord Dinner?" Vulcan asked as he placed down a cup of tea with some lemon cake squares before Donna.

"Mother Miranda uses Lord Dinners to make sure all is right but I sometimes think she uses it to snoop on our lives. Last time, we had a Lord Dinner at Castle Dimitrescu because of Alcina's Daughters - it was not pleasant." Donna said as she removed her veil and placed it on the table.

Vulcan looked at his lady's face with concern when he saw just how worried she was about this Lord Dinner.

"Then, I'll make this a pleasant Lord Dinner but before I get started, I want to know - do you trust me to go out on my own for a while tomorrow?" Vulcan asked, Donna looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Go out? Just what are you planning?" Donna asked.

"If I want this Lord Dinner to be as grand as I wish it to be - I need to know what is it the other Lords and Madam Miranda prefer. I'm going to go to each of their locations and ask them then go shopping for the right things." Vulcan explained.

"What? No, that's not a good idea, Vulcan. You know Alcina wants you - she'll try to seduce you into coming to Castle Dimitrescu." Donna began.

"I would never turn away from you for her or another, Donna; you know that. I've been here for 3 months, you can trust me." Vulcan said as he kneeled before Donna as she sat in her chair and gathered her hand in his.

"I do trust you, it's the other lords - Karl wants to join him... I don't know about Moreau, he's likely the only Lord I do trust out of all of them." Donna said as she looked down as their touching hands.

"Then I'm asking you to trust me - trust me to come back to you and know that I would never turn away from you, Donna. I've come too far to find you, now that I'm here and I serve you; I'm happy and I would never let you go like I had to when Mother Miranda took you away from me." He brought her hand to his lips. "Please, trust me to come back to you. Trust me to stay faithful to you and only you and Angie." Vulcan's words made her blush and look away before she took an exhale.

"Very well, Vulcan. I will trust you to do what you must to make this Lord Dinner a grand one just...please don't let them take you away from me."

"As long I draw breath, I shall return to you, Donna; believe that." Vulcan looked into her eye and leaned forward before placing a small kiss on her lips.

Donna's widened before she began to settle into the kiss her servant gave her, returning it and closed her eye to enjoy it. Once they broke apart for air, their foreheads touched as they looked into the windows of each other's souls...before their moment was ruined by a giggling doll.

"Does this mean I have a Father now?" Angie asked, making Mistress and Servant blush bright red.

"Angie!" Donna and Vulcan blushingly yelled at the doll; Angie got her giggles that night.

[hen-of-letters]

@spnprideweek day one: flags

This little ficlet for #spnprideweek is brought to you by my big, non-binary bisexual love for this beautiful fandom, and my desire to fix that moment in 'Baby' when Cas indulges Dean by saying "werepire", but Dean doesn't hear him and Cas doesn't know. It ended up getting a bit long, so there's more under the cut or over on AO3. Thanks!

Dean's at Pride, and feeling a rising level of discomfort.

It's not the fact that he's wearing eyeliner in public for the first time in his forty-two years. Hell, he'd been wanting to do that ever since he was a kid, dreaming of being a rock star. The covers of music magazines in gas station racks had been windows on a world free from the brutally narrow definition of what his Dad meant when he told him to "be a man". Gradually, though, he'd learned what is gloriously apparent today under the hot June sun: that there are as many ways of being a man as there are men.

It's not because the sleeveless white t-shirt he's wearing is somewhat snug. (The heat had made him shed his pink, purple and blue plaid shirt - the one he'd worn today because Claire always called it his 'bi flannel' - and tie it around his waist.) He and Cas are both wearing a little of their contentment on their waistlines these days, and he believes Cas when he says that he adores his body because he means it when he says the same to Cas.

It's not the big, heart-shaped sticker slapped on his chest, which is striped in the colours of the bisexual pride flag in a way that's much less subtle than the flannel. Dean's always known that he wasn't only into chicks, but putting a name to it is new. Dean's had jobs and Dean's had roles, but having an identity had always seemed like a luxury well beyond Dean's means. Now he's not constantly running for his life, though, he has the breathing room to figure himself out. And he's good with this part of himself. More than good.

It's not the two flags that are padding the pockets of his jeans. One, he'd bought for Cas: it's striped in pale pink, pale blue and white. Earlier, he'd gone with Cas when he'd met up with some friends he'd met online (having managed to get past all the cats this time). The ex-angel had found that discussing their experiences of being trans had helped him feel happy in the body that had become his own. Dean could only feel immense gratitude for the way Cas' face had lit up afterwards when he'd talked about how he was creating himself, becoming himself, and embracing the human condition of change.

Dean hopes that the gift of the trans pride flag will show Cas that Dean understands and loves him, and the same is true for the other flag, which he'd picked up for Jack. It's yellow, white, purple and black. Dean had had to do a little research when Jack had used the term non-binary - it's amazing how the world can move on while you're living in an underground bunker. He'd kept on researching, too, after he'd learned the basics. Maybe he was still figuring himself out. Maybe there was more to discover about himself, and wasn't that fantastic?

Jack is wandering around somewhere with Claire and Kaia. Jody and Donna are here, too, with Alex and Patience. Adam and Michael have probably partied their way through fifty international pride parades by now, but they should be meeting up with everyone else later. Sam and Eileen are not far away. Eileen was the one who's slapped the bi pride sticker on Dean's chest - with unnecessary force, if you asked Dean. She'd grinned at him, showed off the identical sticker on her own chest, and said, with a suitably cheesy wink, "we need to stick together". He remembered the moment he'd nervously asked her the sign for 'bisexual', and when she'd shown him - the letter signs for 'b' and 'i' - she'd added, "me too," and Dean had scooped her up into a crushing hug.His love for his family is endless, and them all being here is definitely not why he's uncomfortable.

And it's not the body glitter freckling his cheeks and his shoulders with gold, although his feelings might change by the time he tries to remove it tonight. He'd been gilded with it when he'd been dancing up a storm with a group of drag queens. They'd admired his eyeliner - a deep brown shot through with gold along his upper lashes - but winked and said it was "a little subtle for Pride". As soon as Dean had seen the tube of glitter, he'd yelled "hell yes!" and even managed to hold still long enough to be coated in the stuff before moving his body to the beat again. Although he's sure his feet will be aching later, so far his favourite cowboy boots are not the source of his discomfort.

It's not the bright pink feather boa, either, which he'd acquired from the same source as the glitter, when he'd been sent off with a kiss to the cheek and the words "be bold, honey!" He'd expected the boa to tickle or irritate, but for some bizarre reason the sensation of feathers around his shoulders and the back of his neck feels incredibly comforting and reassuring. He feels warm and safe and oh. Oh.

As that particular realisation sweeps over him, Dean tightens his hold on Cas. He's standing behind him with his right hand on Cas' hip, and his left arm is up over his shoulder and wrapped around his chest. His hand is splayed out, at once putting his silver wedding band on display and somehow attempting to conceal Cas from the eyes of his many admirers (and, well, good luck with that. Cas is incredibly beefy these days).

Which brings us to the source of Dean's discomfort; to the thing that's deepening the furrow in his brow and the dimples beside his pursed lips: namely, the sheer number of guys hitting on Cas.

It's not like Dean can blame them. Cas' muscular frame is wrapped in black jeans and a tight black t-shirt bearing the Led Zeppelin 1975 tour logo. The short sleeves show off the floral tattoos trailing down his left arm. Cas is wearing a rainbow-coloured enamel belt buckle and, because he's determined to be the death of Dean, black cowboy boots. Before they'd left, Dean hadn't been able to resist grabbing a black kohl pencil and smudging a little along Cas' upper and lower lashes. And, okay, maybe Cas' wide-eyed bewilderment every time he's flirted with is vaguely amusing. But when Dean is right here? Not cool.

Right on cue, here's another one. From over his husband's shoulder, Dean levels his very best glare at the guy. It's a look that can stop a demon dead in its tracks. A vampire would tremble. A werewolf would wet itself. But one young gay guy with a few drinks in him? Totally unaffected. Like the others, he's all smiles and understanding when Cas politely, if awkwardly, waves him away. (Literally. With a final dorky little wave goodbye.)

Dean realises that he's moved his right arm around Cas' waist, so now Dean is wrapped around Cas like some kind of koala/octopus hybrid. An octoala? A koctopus? Definitely koctopus. Heh.

Dean snorts at the thought, which is somewhat unfortunate, given that his face is right next to Cas' ear. Cas flinches and turns his head around to fix him in a squinty glare.

"Koctopus?" Dean says, apologetically.

Cas narrows his eyes further and tilts his head to the side.

"Um, the way I was wrapped around you. I was like a cross between a koala and an octopus."

Dean nudges Cas. "So what does that make me? C'mon, you know you wanna say it."

Cas just tilts his head a bit further to the side, either in confusion or outright despair. Dean has untangled himself from Cas and stepped back, and looks down at the ground, suddenly self-conscious.

Dean feels Cas' hand on his shoulder, and then it smooths over his back, finding the back of his neck underneath the boa. Whatever his shape, Cas' touch has the exact same effect on Dean. He looks up into the impossibly blue eyes of his husband.

"You're a very glittery," Cas begins, softly, "and very beautiful," one corner of his mouth lifts, and then he purses his lips together, trying to hold back the smile, "koctopus."

The corners of his eyes are crinkled. He's not amused by the joke, Dean knows, just absurdly pleased to be saying something he knows will make Dean happy. Of course Dean knows that Cas loves him, knows the whole cosmic-realm-crossing magnitude of it, but in little moments like this, he's floored by it. Dean can't help his sudden exhale or the massive grin that breaks across his face. He wraps his husband up in hug that they hold for a good long moment, before Dean leans back to kiss Cas.

No one had ever explained to Dean how difficult it is to kiss someone when you can't stop smiling. He'd never had that problem before Cas, but now it's practically a daily occurrence. It's a menace because kissing Cas is one of Dean's favourite pastimes. Now, they trade little pecks between wide, toothy grins, until passion takes over and the kisses become heavier.

It takes someone wolf-whistling for them to part, and then they're back to grinning and staring into each others' eyes, until Dean spots something on Cas' face. And something else. And something else. In fact, there's something all over Cas, and that something is gold glitter. It's on his face, his hands, his Zeppelin shirt, and even in his hair. Dean runs his fingers through the unruly curls - Cas has been wearing his hair longer lately - in an attempt to shake it out, but only deposits more glitter into Cas' locks.

"Oops," Dean says, "I kinda glitter bombed you there. It's all over your shirt, too. Sorry, Sunshine."

He doesn't sound terribly sorry.

"This is your shirt, Dean."

"Aw, man."

He does sound a little sorry now, but his future laundry woes are forgotten when Cas presses another kiss to his pouting lips. They're forgotten again when something across the crowd catches Dean's eye.

"Oooh," Dean exclaims as he drags Cas towards the stall he's spotted.

It's selling cowboy hats in every configuration of colour imaginable, and Dean is practically jumping on the spot excitement. Cas looks his husband up and down, slowly.

"You think your outfit's lacking accessories?" he deadpans.

"Yup," is Dean's gleeful reply, "and so's yours."

Cas' groan is lost to the noise of the crowd and the beat of the music, so no-one will ever know if it was one of protest or defeat. He does, in fact, end up wearing a black cowboy hat with a rainbow band, so if it was protest then it was highly ineffective. Dean's has a pink crown, purple band and blue brim, and he's carrying another black one with a band in the non-binary flag colours for Jack. Cas admits that Jack's going to love it.

"Damn, this is awesome," Dean says as they head back to meet up with the rest of their family.

Walking hand in hand with Cas, Dean's thoughts wander. Dean could kick his younger self for every time he'd called someone gay or a girl as a way of saying they were weak. Because all he can see in the people around him is strength. He grins again, giddy with the atmosphere of defiant joy. All around him is everything he'd spent his life fighting to protect: freedom, family, and love. Holding his husband's hand a little tighter, he's grateful that in the end he gets to have both: freedom and peace.