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dewprisms · 5 years

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kh3 spoilers idk tumblr keeps not saving them and idk what i was doing last :/ but this will be the last one unless there’s DLC or something

this terranort scene....everyone sure is taking their time to attack him

kairi where is your keyblade seriously??? maybe you should have it out???? why are they making her a fucking damsel in distress again

so Donald and Lea get hurt because Kairi’s too dumb to not have her keyblade out with monsters around what the FUCK was the point of her training if they’re making her NOT DO A DAMN THING EXCEPT BE A D-I-D

god is THIS why I saw posts about people being upset over kairi’s treatment? Because they don’t even have to do ANYTHING? or is it about to be worse?

....and Aqua just....doesn’t even try, she just drops her blade and lets go

this entire scene is suppose to be sad but I’m just getting pissed off at how FUCKING STUPID they all are

“where am i” looks like heaven, ur dead kid

chirithyyyyyyy

....Chirithy def has Kairi’s? voice, def the voice of another character but higher pitched

oh shit Sora’s ACTUALLY dead

is....that xion?

Namine!

...is this Chirithy....Ven’s Chirithy?

Lea never did change into his new clothes

THEYRE HOLDING HANDS

oh, NOW I actually unlocked KG as an actual world

what....did time rewind? it’s the same scene...

LW!!!! Terra’s back!!

WHAT?! EPHEMER?!

oh my god, THIS is where all the KHUX names come in? We help Sora fight the Darkness Tornado

aww, I didn’t see my name :( that didn’t seem like 300 tho

oh, so it IS KH1 Riku

there he is, my love!!! aand he’s gone

oh no, Mickey’s starting to lose hope

oh dang, Mickey knows Time magic? not Stop, but Time

YEN SID!!!!!! HE ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING

man this is why he’s the most powerful magician in the series

oh shit there are 2 girls.....is it really xion?

mannnn Xehanort’s voice is sooooo bad and the accent just gets worse and worse like the dude isn’t even trying to hide it

where’s Terra? He’s not back yet

oh Luxord’s not dead

oh god, I have to fight ALL FOUR of them with Mickey

nvm, just me vs 3

nvm that was easy, just ignore larx and marly

oh, Luxord’s helping....and he dies again

where’s mar and larx tho. i didn’t kill them

oh, larx only helped to stay with marluxia....cause of their past in khux...

marly lost his memory too?

now i gotta kill my bf again....

yup, he never got one....xehanort lied to him....

they’re so mean to him :((((((((((( I mean he deserved it yeah but

nOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HE KILLED HIMSELF WHYYYY

im legit upset

oh no, it is repliku, not past riku....

the real repliku....is giving ups his chance of life for namine......

wow......kairi got hit twice and fucking passed out....she’s worse than donald.....she didnt do any damage and got knocked out way too fast...

xion :(

also-ran??? wtf is that

ROXAS!!!

SSIC trio is back!

fuckING KAIRI GOT KIDNAPPED A G A I N ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

who the FUCK is “her” they keep talking about

so Saix was more bitter over over not just him but this mysterious girl they were searching for

nooooooo he died in Lea’s arms (also? apologize to Xion for how you treated her you fuck)

...so Xion’s hair is brown now....?

SSIC TRIO HUG!!!!!

Also....why was Xion with them in the first place??? They NEVER said why

naturally, aqua vs terranort and ven vs van

JHBSJKKSD I killed Terranort and ALL he said was “ow??” like he hit his arm on a door

I don’t think they understand that Vanitas didn’t have a choice, he “chose” darkness because he IS darkness, that’s literally what he is, he never had a choice to be what he wanted, he can’t be with light because Ventus is his light

jfc Terranort shook them around so much they passed out

Holy shit IS THE THEORY TRUE??? The guardian is Terra’s Heartless!!!

so Guardian = Heart, Terranort = Body, LW = Soul, dude was literally split into the 3 states

WAYFINDER HUGS!!!!

fucking....they took Kairi to force them to fight the last fights....instead of LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE!!!! if Kairi is so fucking weak as they’re writing her to be, it would’ve been more beneficial to kidnap one of the stronger people (like Mickey!!) instead but no they gotta kidnap the girly girl who’s been a DID in every. single. main. game. so far. :))))))))

lmao killed YMX with the Magic Carasoule

ngl I was kinda expecting YMX to betray himself...

Xehanort just sit here and watches these little cut scenes after every individual defeat....

......oh....ansem sod was gonna betray them....but gave up hope he could change anything....

aww Mickey used Curaga on us right before he knew he was gonna get taken again also I forgot to equip Curaga for myself oops I still have Cura on my slots, why does it not automatically equip them now....nobody wants to ever use the weaker versions, lower magic cost or not

what, Xemnas actually regrets being bad to the org? why, it makes no sense from how he was written before

WHAT HE KILLED KAIRI

“Why her?!” because she’s a fucking girl in this franchise

im so goddamn pissed off, no WONDER everyone is so mad about the ending

....Xehanort’s VA is......so bad............he has no damn emotion..............like, people talk about Aqua and Terra’s VA”s being emotionless? Nah, this dude really sucks

so Riku and Mickey got Stop’d but Donald and Goofy didn’t (or Sora of course

oooooo Ven and Roxas noticed each other....that’s gonna be a convo.....

“Kairi will be alright.” Yeah after everything’s done and over with to keep her out of the action

............so he gets taken out because he’s too distracted to see the 11 people aiming for him? are you fucking kidding me

so Xehanort...is a portal...to Cable Town??

mannn so the guys in those gucci outfits aren’t even the new org, they’re all just old man xehanort himself

wait wait no, they have all the weapons of the org? so are they them or does he just have all their powers??? nvm they’re all him

god even his power-up scream was underwhelming........

yup, a goat, the sin of Lust iirc

.....that fight...was extremely underwhelming....is that it?

“there is one sky, one destiny” dude that’s kairi’s line fuck off

EVEN DON AND GOOF ARE GETTING HITS IN like damn man

he just. straight up took the light from Sora and forced him into Anti-Form? ok

well, at least he actually sounds like he’s dying in pain

ERAQUS! at least he has his voice, that’s def mark hamil still

“that doesn’t mean that i can’t be there for you” you’re the one that fucking killed him you lying motherfucker

...so eraqus apologized to aqua and ven, but not to terra who he also attacked? ok

and so the boyfriends ascend to the afterlife together

where the FUCK is Kairi

so the game

fucking ends

with Kairi fucking dead

THATS THE FUCKING SEQUEL HOOK?!

this whole ending is suppose to be sweet with all the reunions but I’m just royally pissed off

oh, it is Ven’s Chirithy....but he didn’t have his memory come back...

oh! Lea’s new outf- XION GETS ONE TOO AAAAAAAAAA AND ISA!!!!!!!!!!!

Namine!!

they just. found Kairi offscreen.........................................................................

whelp, SoKari def canon SoRiKai is way better tho, as is somewhat RepliNami and Terrqua and MarLarx

wait.....what happened to Sora? Is Kairi actually not back then??

omg, Drake Bell was young Eraqus??? what, it said the Foretellers in the credits....when was that?? I don’t recall ever seeing them.....

............what happened to the card Luxord gave Sora that he said could help turn the tide of the battle? It never came up as far as I can tell..

...uh.....did they forget that Frozen takes place in the summer.....why is the area still covered in snow? it stopped once Elsa controlled her powers.....

yup, there’s Luxu(?) and the KHUX hook, though I don’t see Ava among them

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

XIGBAR IS LUXU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’LL SEE HIM IN MORE GAMES AAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE THEORY WAS- wrong, cause everyone was saying he’s the Master of Masters

oh, I completely forgot about Maleficent and Pete lmao

oh, so Sora really was gone- oh what the fuck are they in the real world now????? no, what the fuck, the FF knockoff in Toy Box was real?? or is it a DLC hook?

#kh3 spoilers /#kingdom hearts 3 spoilers /#khIII spoilers /#kingdom hearts III spoilers /#kh spoilers /#kingdom hearts spoilers /#playing: kingdom hearts

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hannahindie · 7 years

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Not What She Seems-Chapter 4: The One Where Dean Is Taken By Surprise

**Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by the CW and whoever else is involved and not me. Ava and Sebastian are mine, though, so if they'd like to maybe use them, it wouldn't make me sad. Again, this is rated M for language, violence, and sexual situations. There will be mention of sexual assault, although not super detailed, so if that's something that will upset you, you may want to skip over it. There will also be consensual situations that will be slightly more detailed (who are we kidding, there's gonna be some smut), so keep that in mind too. This is my first fan fic, so I hope I’ve done the characters justice. This isn’t quite canon, as there some things that are mentioned in the original timeline and some things that aren’t. Let me know what you think, and I hope you stick around to see what happens to the boys and Ava. :) **

Chapter Notes: Sam and Dean find Benjamin’s house and Dean finds an unexpected surprise. The brothers realize they aren’t just looking for a killer, but another victim as well. Sebastian tries to make Ava feel at home, and starts to open up to her. Ava makes a mistake that could be fatal.

Dean x OC Sam x OC (friendship)

"So explain this to me again." Dean put the car in park across the street from Benjamin's house. Sam sighed.

"You've hunted vetala before, Dean, it's not anything new." Dean shrugged.

"Sure doesn't seem normal. So explain again why you think that's what it is. Because right now all I'm seeing is some freaky asshat with jacked up teeth making a buffet out of people." Sam flipped open the top folder on his lap and shuffled through the pictures. He found the one he wanted and handed it to Dean.

"Look." Dean grabbed it roughly from him and stared at it. He had to admit, the bite marks looked slightly off compared to vamp teeth. He thought back to the last time they had faced a pair of vetala. He shook his head.

"Even if that's what the teeth look like, and just shut your hole because I haven't agreed with you yet, even if that's what it looks like, everything else is wrong." He handed the photo back to Sam. "They hunt in pairs, Sammy. They feed on blood and drop the bodies. They don't keep them for months and they certainly don't torture them."

"Dad hunted a lone vetala," Sam said, trying not to sound pouty but failing. Dean scoffed.

"Yea, but that was before you even went to Stanford. Seeing vetalas in pairs is rare enough. We've seen 'em, what, like twice? Never mind seeing one hunting alone. They work better in pairs. And the ones we've seen have been female anyway." Dean paused. "Which honestly that's a little weird, but by no means does that prove anything. If anything, it proves my point."

"What about the blood? The coroner said they had been pretty low on blood..." Dean rolled his eyes.

"After the torture they went through, I'm surprised they had any blood left."

"Let's just go inside and see if we can find anything, okay?"

"Fine. But I'm telling you right now, if we don't find anything, we are leaving." Dean climbed out of the car and headed towards the house.

"Fine." Dean kept watch as Sam carefully cut the crime scene tape that sealed the door and picked the lock. The door swung open quietly and the younger Winchester slid inside. From the foyer, everything seemed normal. There was a coat rack in the corner, framed artwork on the walls. Most of them appeared to be original pieces. Dean raised an eyebrow and whistled.

"That's an original sketch from the Walking Dead comic." Sam looked at him, somewhat dumbfounded.

"What?" Dean pointed.

"Walking Dead. Bicycle zombie girl. That's an original, it's signed." Sam continued to stare at him.

"How in the hell did you know that, Dean?" His brother shrugged.

"I have a particular set of skills." Sam opened his mouth to tell Dean just what kind of skills he had when Dean pointed over his shoulder. Sam turned to follow his brother's gaze and his eyes landed on a bloody smear on the door frame. "Guess we know where the party started, huh?" They walked into the kitchen and Dean stopped abruptly, causing Sam to nearly plow him over.

"Dude, what-" Sam's words trailed off. The kitchen was covered in blood. At first glance, it looked like the walls were painted a rust red, until you looked closer and realized you could still see the original light blue paint. The island in the middle of the kitchen was obviously where they had spent the most time, although there was a blood splattered chair kicked over at the other end of the kitchen.

"Holy shit." Sam just nodded in agreement, his words failing him. They'd seen some bloody scenes, but this one was different somehow. All the knives that had been left at the scene had been collected as evidence, but you could still see their outlines on the counter and in the sink. "We have seen some screwed up shit, but this is a bit much." Sam grimaced.

"Just think, he was alive for most of this. Why fight that hard? There had to be something keeping him from giving up." Dean's eyes widened.

"Not something. Someone." He passed through the kitchen, ignoring how his feet stuck to the blood on the floor, and made his way into the living room. He saw a couple of framed photos on the mantle. "See, Sammy, I told you. It's always someone-" he trailed off as he picked up one of the pictures. The guy from the morgue had taken the photo, his arms stretched out in order to get both people in the frame. It was the girl that had stopped him in his tracks, her reckless smile and smattering of freckles across her nose that had knocked the air from his lungs. Her long blonde hair blew in the wind, and her eyes were squeezed shut as she laughed, probably at something Ben had said. Dean knew because he had a similar picture of his own, one Sam didn't even know about, one he'd kept his own little secret. A moment of happiness so rare in their world that he didn't want to share it with anyone else. The girl in the picture looked shockingly like his own moment of happiness, so much so that when Sam caught up to him and asked him what was wrong, he said only one word. "Jo." Sam's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"What?" He looked over Dean's shoulder. "Oh wow, she does look like Jo." He picked up the second frame and studied it for a moment. "Man, they could be sisters. That's almost unsettling." Dean remained silent, still staring at the photo in his hand. Sam looked back at his brother and was surprised by how pale Dean had become, and noticed he was gripping the frame so tightly that his knuckles were white. "Dean," he said softly, "what's wrong?" Dean blinked slowly, cleared his throat, and sat the picture back on the mantle.

"Nothin', Sam. I'm fine." Just like that, the moment was over. "Let's look around, see what else we can find. Did the police mention a second person that was missing or any suspects at all?" Sam shook his head.

"No, not a word. Maybe they thought she was involved, although that seems highly unlikely." Sam moved over to the coffee table and picked up a magazine. "Ava Walker. Hmm..." He flipped it back over and looked at it. "She's into abandoned places." Dean grunted.

"I don't see why anyone would be. Places like that get you killed."

"Yea, Dean, but not everyone knows that the thing that goes bump in the night is actually real." He tossed the magazine down and walked towards the bathroom. He flipped the light on. It looked like what you'd expect a bathroom that was shared by a couple to look like, except for the splash of blood in the tub. "This guy was busy."

"Sam, I think busy might be an understatement." Dean and Sam met back in the hallway. "Ready to go up?" Sam nodded and quietly followed his brother upstairs. The first room they came to appeared to be the master bedroom. Dean nudged the door. There was blood spattered around the room but it looked more like it was left while someone was looking for something. There were two desks in the room. One was neat and orderly, obviously someone's work station. It was sharp edges and metal and glass. The other desk was old, smooth wood, rounded where it used to be sharp from years of use. Although most of the surface was covered with bits of fabric, thread, and magnets with needles, it seemed organized, like the person had gone to great lengths to tame their chaos. Above the desk was a cork board full of notes and patterns, lists of supplies, and old receipts. Dean began going through the drawers, each its own little chaotic world, until he found a sketchbook. He flipped through it. It ranged from quick sketches and patterns to detailed portraits. The whole book had been filled, but it wasn't until near the very end that something caught his eye. He quit thumbing the pages and stared. The drawing in front of him was stunning. It was a devil's trap, thrown into a mosaic. Colors pulsed around the devil's trap, incantations that Sam probably had memorized written in beautiful, swirling handwriting. It was the last drawing in the book. "Sam..." he handed the book over. Sam ran his hand over the incantations before looking back at Dean.

"Who the hell is this girl, man?" Dean ignored the question as he wandered over to another board with more pictures. All the pictures were of Ava, Ben, or the two of them together. There weren't any friends or family pictured in any of them. She looked so much like Jo, even at different angles. He heard Sam dialing someone.

"Garth? Hey, man, it's Sam...yea, I'm good. You got a minute? Great...can you look up someone for me? Yea, we've got another missing person...yea, her name is Ava Walker...mmhmm...I know, we found some weird stuff and she's not here...I don't think she's the thing we're looking for though. I don't know man...can you ask around, see if anyone recognizes her or her name? Yea, thanks, we'll let you know." He hung up. Dean was still staring at the pictures. "Garth is going to check around." No answer. "Earth to Dean...hey!" Dean looked at him, realization crossing his features.

"No one knows she's missing, Sam. No one even realizes she's gone, there's not one person looking for her." Sam glanced at the pictures and then back to Dean.

"We know she's missing. We'll find her." Dean's mouth set into a thin, determined line.

"I'm catching the son of a bitch that is doing this, human or not." He stormed out of the house and Sam followed, glad that he was finally on board but confused as to what had changed his mind.

Ava was trying to think of what day it was and how long she'd been captive. The curtains made it impossible to tell the time of day, and since she had been unconscious initially, she had no point of reference. She heard the door sweep open and Sebastian entered the room, smiling and carrying several bags.

"I didn't know what you worked with best, so I just got a little of everything." He sat the bags on the table by the window and walked over to the bed. "Now, I'm going to let you free for a moment. Before you get any ideas, you'll be restrained at the table too, but just your ankles. One step at a time, you see. Can I trust you, pet?" She nodded slowly. She was pretty sure she was too weak to fight back anyway, but wanted to test just how weak she'd gotten since being chained up. Sebastian unlocked her cuffs and gently picked her up. "See? Not so bad." He placed her carefully in the chair and latched both ankles back into shackles. She sat with her hands crossed on her lap, afraid to move. He tilted his head. "Well go ahead, you can go through it." She slowly began pulling out the art supplies and organizing them.

"This is all very nice, thank you." Sebastian beamed.

"Of course! Did I forget anything?"

"I don't believe so. What exactly did you want me to do?" He shrugged.

"The only rule is that you draw me first. I want to see how you see me." Ava looked at Sebastian out of the corner of her eye as she grabbed a pencil to start and the sketchbook.

"Why does it matter how I see you?" Sebastian sat across from her and rested his chin in his hand.

"Oh, it's really important. I like to know how people feel, what makes them tick. Some ways are more efficient than others. I can't read you though. It's...frustrating." She smirked.

"Frustrating, huh?" She glanced up at Sebastian and wanted nothing more than to stab the pencil she was holding into his empty, black eye. Instead she started sketching the outline of his face, falling into a rhythm as she progressed.

"Where did you learn to do this?" She shrugged.

"Practice. I had a lot of time to myself growing up, so I taught myself. The library is a magnificent thing."

"So I'm assuming you did well in school?" She chuckled.

"Yea, sure. When I went. Doesn't matter much anyway, does it?"

"Sure. Beauty is wonderful, but intelligence is a part of beauty. I've always been intrigued by people, and the things they share with me...I learn a lot."

"Hmm...well, I hope I don't disappoint."

"Oh, so far you've been a true surprise. Far more than my previous guests, anyway." She began adding details to the outline.

"You've had other guests?"

"Sure, I've had several. They...didn't work out. We tried, of course. I'm not one to give up, but the girls were...lacking. Seemed like a waste, but what are you going to do?"

"What did you do with them?" When he didn't answer, she looked up and found him staring at her. She decided to toe the line. "If I have to answer questions, you do too." He switched his chin from one hand to the other and tilted his head.

"Is that so?" She nodded. "I'm not so sure my answer would be conducive to continuing this lovely conversation." Ava shrugged again, but remained silent, sketching out the details around his eyes and mouth. “I killed them." She paused briefly, which he may have noticed, but continued without remark. "You probably want to know why. Truthfully, I don't know. I got bored. They weren't strong enough, and they whined, and my patience ran thin. I need someone strong, you see. Someone bright and beautiful, someone intelligent. I miscalculated the last five. It's amazing what a little stress can do to change a person." Ava's eyes widened slightly at the number, but she kept drawing. While Sebastian was talking, she had noticed a slight glint just under the nightstand. She was pretty sure it was a piece of glass from the tantrum he had thrown earlier. So she kept drawing, willing him to leave the room. She put the pencil down and looked at her work. Something was missing. "Are you done?"

"No, not quite." She pulled out a brush and some paint. "So exactly what is your plan?" Sebastian leaned back in his chair.

"Do you know what Nephilim are?" She shook her head.

"Not really. I read something about them a long time ago, but I wasn't really into the church scene." Sebastian smiled.

"Me neither, really. Short version, the sons of God mingled with the daughters of man and the daughters gave birth to the Nephilim. The offspring from an angel and a human are stronger than both. They are considered abominations by most, but I find the concept beautiful. It's a nice thought, right?"

"Sure, I guess. I've not about it much, but it's an interesting concept. So you are religious then? What's that got to do with me?' She laid her brush down.

"No, not really. And it has more to do with you than anything else that I've told you." He flipped the drawing around to face him. She had captured both his coldness and good looks to a T. The entire drawing was in black and white except for the eyes. They were a bright blue, with coal black, narrow pupils. He stared at it for a moment, then slowly looked up at her. "This is how you see me?"

"Yes. Is it wrong?" He looked at her, dark eyes intense. She'd begun to think she had pushed her luck too far.

"No, it's not." He clapped his hands together. "How about we try food again, shall we? Do you like sandwiches? I've got peanut butter and jelly, ham and cheese...pick your poison.

"Peanut butter and jelly would be fine, thank you." Sebastian smiled.

"Fantastic. I'll be right back!" He left the room and she waited until the door shut before she scrambled across the floor towards the nightstand. Her fingers grazed the cool glass and her heart jumped. After what felt like several long minutes, she managed to get her fingers around it.

"Should have used shorter chains, asshole," she muttered. She began sawing at the leather with the shard, grimacing as every move cut deeper into her hand. "Come on, come on..." The cuff finally pulled free and a sob escaped her. She started working on the second one, but the glass was slick with her blood and she couldn't get a grip. "No, no, no...please, just a little more..." She dropped the glass and it broke. "No! Dammit!" She picked up the bigger of the two pieces and kept cutting. Her blood was dripping everywhere and between the sweat dripping off her brow and tears, she could barely see what she was doing. Before she could get the second cuff off, the door swung open.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian bellowed as he threw the tray and rushed her. There was nothing she could say, no lie she could tell. So she just looked at him in silence, the next few moments as if they were in slow motion. He finally reached her, grabbed her by the throat, and threw her so hard at the wall that it tore the remaining leather cuff where she had been sawing at it. "How...dare...you? After everything I've done for you!" He kicked her in the ribs as hard as he could, and felt at least one of them crack. "I'm giving you life and this is how you repay me." He kicked her again, then grabbed her by the hair and drug her back to the bed. He threw her down and the last thing she remembered was his fist coming down towards her face, and then the world went black.

@wheresthekillswitch @sassyspn67 @trexrambling

Chapter 5: The One With The Chick Flick Moment

#dean x ofc #sam x ofc #angst #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #original character

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