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sucker (m.) | pjm

❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.

❥𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut, angst, vampire au, horror au (?), vampire!jimin x human!reader, supernatural au

❥𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: explicit language, smut; slight biting, oral sex [man receiving], fingering, penetration, unprotected & rough sex, slight dom!jimin, death & mentions of death, blood, mentions of alcohol

❥𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 10.9k+

𝒂/𝒏: I got this story idea after halloween and this is the first time I've written a vampire au, so I really hope you'll like it, this is something new for me but was so much fun to write!! banner by @dee-ehn (thank you luv, you did an amazing job!!)

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Frat parties aren’t usually Jimin’s go-to place but considering the sudden circumstances, he had to agree and couldn't say no to his friend who had chosen the most overcrowded party. In other cases, Jimin would’ve chosen somewhere less crowded but enough to blend with his surroundings. Although, Taehyung deserves a few points for thinking this out considering today’s theme is Halloween. There’s no need to hide anything, especially their appearance that still doesn’t seem as weird as people dressed as pumpkin and other weird costumes. Just as a young male passes by, obviously dressed as Dracula while wearing a cheap cape, his friend snorts under his breath but Jimin can hear him perfectly.

“Horrendous,” Taehyung comments, scoffing at the guy that’s too preoccupied with a girl clinging to his side dressed as something both of them can’t recognize. “Let’s go, I’m hungry.” he grins, licking his bottom lip before they make their way into the huge house full of drunk people.

It’ll be hard to find someone sober or not drunk enough, Jimin thinks while his eyes scan the entire room.

“Jimin-ah,” Taehyung slaps his hands over Jimin’s shoulders while he clutches them but his friend barely reacts, already used to Taehyung's rough hands and strength. “Try to have fun.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, still looking around to map out the whole room almost as if he’s waiting for something to happen. He knows nothing will, none of these people are ready for tonight and are completely clueless. Sometimes, he wonders how it’d feel like to just let loose and drink alcohol like every other person here. Loud rap music boosts against the walls, barely good enough music to dance to, but it seems nobody cares about that and dance no matter how ridiculous they look. A group of young girls pass by them, one in particular eyeing Taehyung as she winks at him, giving him a hint that even she doesn’t know about.

“Well, that’s my cue,” Taehyung grins, slapping Jimin’s shoulder with enthusiasm from receiving attention even though he barely came in. “Two hours?” he asks, slowly backing away from Jimin’s figure who responds with a short but firm nod.

Sighing, with Taehyung no longer in sight, he forces his legs to move through the crowd which is just bunch of drunk college students. It’s hard to blend, especially if he’s the only one sober out of everyone. He walks through the house, not particularly knowing where he’s going since he has no idea where he is. This is his first time here — probably last too. They never come back, not even once. They always just move on and plan things together, with Taehyung. Somehow, his legs lead him to a kitchen, less preoccupied room with an exception since there are still some people sucking their mouths off. Jimin’s nose scrunches in a slight disgust at the smell of alcohol, knowing that it’s just the picky side of him.

Taehyung had been in charge of tonight’s plans, it makes sense this plan sucks. Jimin doesn’t like it here but it’ll have to do. His sharp eyes dance across the room, nose softly sniffling as a sweet scent fills it and then he sees something. Something that looks much more interesting than anything he could’ve seen here so far.

You.

In other scenarios, you’d probably spend your Friday night differently than in a frat house full of people you don’t know. That wouldn’t even be such a bad thing, if your friend didn’t bail on you because her ex wanted to talk. You’re not mad, you’re just annoyed that you’ve been standing here for the past fifteen minutes watching couples make out, while third guy tried flirt with you. May you add, completely wasted where you could smell the alcohol on their breath. That’s enough to make you not interested and disgusted at the same time. When another guy dressed like Joker tries to talk to you, you ignore him and tell him to fuck off. You’re not rude, not all the time. But it’s only natural of you to act this way, especially when you let them know you’re not interested and they still keep trying. It’s like it pushes them to be even more eager to try to win you over. Well, you’re not some trophy and drunk enough to do that.

The guy gives you an ugly frown, visibly displeased by your choice of words but luckily he leaves you alone and your heart slowly calms down. You don’t know what drunk men are capable of, but you get the idea. You need to be careful either way. Not drinking any drink from strangers and not provoke anyone who's drunk, even if it’s standing up for yourself. Those are the rules you need to keep reminding yourself, especially in this place where alcohol clouds most people's judgement and mind.

Ah fuck, tonight is supposed to be fun.

“Playing hard to get?”

Your head whips at the soft voice, completely contrasting with the awful music and people’s chattering drunken nonsense. Mouth opening in a mere shock, you’re met with a guy you’ve never seen before which isn’t that weird since you barely know anyone here. But you’d surely remember him, if you ever met him. It’s safe to say, he’s probably the hottest guy you’ve ever seen and looked your way. His blond hair is parted in the middle, swiped back as this particular hairstyle shows his sharp jaw but soft features. One of the most eye catching features are those thick lips, looking juicy and soft, like two pillows and the most delicious desert. And you can’t fucking believe you’re gushing over some stranger but you’re surely not done yet. His eyes are sharp and there’s a weird glint in them, maybe it's because of the orangey–red shade they hold. Black leather jacket hugs his frame along with, what seems like a casual white shirt underneath, and a great fit black jeans. You wonder what kind of mask he’s wearing, but then he grins at you and shows you his white teeth. Two sharp fangs poke his bottom lip, making you almost jump in surprise but you sigh in relief.

He seems to know you were just checking him out, judging by the slight smirk he’s trying to hide while he makes his way over to you.

“Just not interested.” you reply, deciding it’s better to find your own voice rather than to gawk at this sex god.

“I don’t blame you,” he speaks, your eyes flickering to his. There’s something that makes your heart skip a beat, maybe it’s his alluring eyes that seems to know everything. As if he could tell you’re mentally screaming at his hotness. “Young guys can be... very persistent and act upon their hormones.”

You snort, placing a hand over your mouth as you start giggling at his choice of words. “You can say it. They’re just horny and looking for sex.”

He smiles, tracing a tongue over his lower lip as his steps come to a halt just a few inches before you. He looks even more heartbreaking from up close. The lightning is shitty but there’s not an inch of flaw on his soft glass skin, he looks slightly more on the pale side, but that has to be the make up. At least he hadn’t overdid it like you’ve seen some other guys. And those eyes... what kind of lenses are they?

“You’re right, they can be like that.” he agrees, still sporting that secretive smirk adorning both his eyes and lips.

You snicker, causing his brow to raise in a mere confusion. “So, what? You’re not one of them?”

There’s no way such a handsome guy wouldn’t use his charms to get the best out of it. He said it himself, young guys are horny just like most girls. It’s not like you judge him for it, he can do whatever he wants as long as he’s respectful to others and doesn’t cross any boundaries.

“I’m certainly not,” he says, voice lacking of that sweet yet mysterious tone he used before. There’s something that flickers behind his eyes but it’s gone before you can dwell what it really was. “I didn’t come here to have sex.”

You’re surprised by his bluntness, not expecting him being so blunt all of a sudden, especially about that sex part since he basically ran his way around the topic of guys being horny and wanting to have sex. But you like it, even though you can’t bring yourself to grin like you want to, not when he’s staring at you with gaze darkening.

“Why did you come here for then?” you ask quietly, eyes searching for any kind of emotion or something that could give you a better glimpse inside of his mind.

There’s something about him. He’s mysterious, hiding something and you’re sure it’s just a part of his personality. Either way, it makes him even hotter and you’d drop onto your knees for this man. But there’s your dignity in the way and somehow, you’re glad about that. You’re not one to have a meaningless one night stand. Not that he’d probably want or care to have one with you.

It’s getting awkward, the silence between you two as he complements about his answer causing you to play with the hem of your stupid dress that aren’t even yours. But then something clicks inside of him and he smiles.

“To have fun.”

“Good luck with that.” you murmur, sarcasm lacing in your tone because you can’t believe Yeri just went after her ex leaving you ‘socializing’ (as she called it) with total strangers. Drunk strangers.

You don’t expect the hot stranger to hear you, your voice muffled by the loud music mainly, but he does when a deep chuckle erupts past his lips.

“Why’s that?”

“If you didn’t come here to have sex or get drunk, I don’t think you’ll have fun. Look at everyone.” you chuckle, arms motioning around you to prove your point.

He doesn’t, his eyes stay solely on you but you’re too busy being sarcastic and still bitter about this party to properly register that.

Jimin isn’t stupid. He knows how these parties work. Where’s alcohol, there’s a big urge to have sex and it proves to be right when everyone’s kissing or dancing which mainly leads to the sex itself.

“I take it you’re not here willingly.” he speaks up, eyes dropping towards your mouth where a fake blood is smeared in the corner of your lips.

It’s supposed to add a little bit of horror detail to your look, but you’re far from that.

“Debatable. My friend had decided to invite me at the last minute and now she ditched me because of her ex. Honestly, the guy is a total prick, I don’t know why she keeps running after him.” you explain, scoffing as you cross your arms over your chest.

Jimin reacts with a low chuckle, slowly licking his bottom lip before he takes a deep breath. It’s interesting to watch him, there’s something about him that you can’t quite put your finger on.

You wouldn’t tell Yeri’s business to just some stranger, or anyone, but maybe it’s those two shots of soju that let your mouth on the loose. He doesn’t know her anyway and you’re too annoyed to care, even though you do feel a pang of guilt.

“What are you doing here? Besides, to have fun here. Did you come here alone?”

Great, Y/N. Now you sound noisy making it sound like you’re asking if he has a girlfriend. Did you come here alone is a totally straightforward question, a very bad pickup line usually guys use. You’ve no idea why you just asked that. However, Jimin doesn’t seem to mind and even though, his lips quirk in a sly smirk and you act like you haven’t noticed, he shakes his head to give you an answer.

“My friend was particularly interested in this party.”

He doesn’t lie, it’s true. Taehyung did persuade Jimin to come to this one.

“Oh, so you were dragged into this like me,” you chuckle.

He isn’t, but he stays quiet.

“I wish she’d tell me sooner than four hours before the party had started. I wasn’t prepared, I didn’t even get to shop for my Halloween look and ended up with Yeri’s costume from last year. God knows what these dresses have been through.”

The incredibly handsome stranger laughs, like truly laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound ever. It makes you grin without even noticing.

“I do think you make a perfect mixture of spooky and ravishing nurse.”

Yeah, Yeri’s costume last year was a nurse but you put your own thought into it and put some fake blood in the corner of your lips and the top of your cheekbone. There’s some of it on your collarbone and arm just to make it more ‘scary’ but it’s just a huge fail. The dress is short, luckily not dangerously short for you to feel uncomfortable in them. You’re not even sure if this is a Halloween costume. Yeri looks like the type of girl to like foreplay, maybe she used it with her ex. Oh fuck, you can’t think about that.

His compliment completely blows all your thoughts out, your heart picking a pace as for the first time, your facade slowly falls down and you blush. Did he just called you hot?

“Thanks,” you grin, “Although, I think this costume is shitty it’s still better than being dressed as Harley.”

“Harley?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

You stare at him, watching his confused gaze before something flickers in his eyes and he just stares at you.

Well, not everyone had seen Suicide Squad.

“From the movie? Suicide Squad? Harley and Joker? They’re this lunatic couple and everyone’s been wearing their costumes for the past... three years, is it? I don’t even know but it’s so cliché. I think I saw four Jokers on my way to the bathroom. Don’t get me started on Harley.” you roll your eyes, leaning yourself against the kitchen counter that’s behind you.

The two of you just stand in silence for a couple of seconds, and you almost think it’s awkward even though there’s not an awkward atmosphere and you’re just standing in a comfortable silence.

“So, vampire, huh?” you fill the silence after a moment, catching his attention as he watches you with a serious look. “Not to be an asshole, but that’s an overused costume as well.” you add, wondering if you’re getting too comfortable with this stranger.

But he’s probably the most normal and sober guy you stumbled upon, even if he’s the one who approached you. There’s something odd about him, but that’s just because he’s not like one of those drunk assholes trying to get you into one of the rooms upstairs. He’s not rude, disrespectful and drunk and that’s all that matters for you to feel comfortable talking to him.

His features relax and he lets out a breathy chuckle, showing his fangs. “Their costumes don’t do the justice.” he comments, eyes watching one of the guy passing by who’s got vampire costume which makes you snort.

Overused, like you said.

“They do look cheap,” you comment, giggling. “Isn’t it uncomfortable to talk with those?”

He looks at you with confusion, mouth opening in realization when you point at your teeth to explain.

“No.”

It comes out short, surprisingly deep and serious and for a moment, it looks like he wants to say something else but decides not to when he closes his mouth.

“You look believeable, though.”

“I do, don’t I?” he chuckles, and your body relaxes when all the seriousness is gone.

“Your skin is pale, not covered in that awful white color and your eyes... wow, those lenses look beautiful. It must’ve been an expensive costume.” you tell him, head leaning towards him as you study his eyes.

They’re almost deep red. Weren’t they more orange before? The lightening is shitty and honestly, you’re too busy inspecting the beauty and uniqueness of his eyes.

He looks stunned, and it looks like he stopped breathing for a moment when you lean closer to him to study his eyes and face. He closes his mouth, not letting you see the fangs hiding underneath those plump lips and even though they’re slightly poking, you can’t see much. He’s dressed normally, not wearing some awful costume. He’s done the minimum with his costume but he can easily win as the vampire of this party. It’s not too much, decent enough to make people stop and praise his costume if they had the chance to be face to face with him.

“I’m Jimin.” he decides to say instead, not even showing his gratitude from your compliment but you ignore it.

It was more of a loud thought anyway. You’re distracted again, this time by his name.

Jimin.

Fuck, even his name is beautiful.

“Y/N,” you tell him, giving him a smile which you hide by taking a sip of your drink.

He watches you, eyes scanning your lips before they move down to your throat as you gulp. You’re too focused watching people dance to notice the way he licks his lips and gulps.

“So, are you studying here?”

His eyes shoot up, your voice catching his attention once again before he thinks through your question. It’s weird how long he’s taking to actually answer, it’s quite simple question that's got a simple answer.

“No,”

That’s it? Just no?

He must’ve noticed the faint frown that settles on your face before he gives you a little quirk of his lips, those plump lips stretching to a handsome smile that once again gets all your attention.

“Are you?”

“Huh?” you blurt out, embarrassed how quick that flew out of your mouth.

You’re even more embarrassed, your cheeks slowly tinting into a red color when he chuckles lowly under his breath, completely aware of your lack of attention because all of it was focused on his goddamn smirk.

“Are you studying here?” he asks, not hiding that amused smirk that slowly settles into a soft smile that encourages you to answer.

“Yeah,” you smile, “psychology.”

“Are you a future psychologist?” he asks, a glint of teasing in his tone but there’s a curiosity lacing on his soft pale features.

How did he guess that?

“Maybe?” you chuckle, poking your inner cheek with a tongue. “I thought that’s what I want to be in the future, growing up it used to be my dream.” you tell him honestly.

You’ve no idea why you’re so honest and talkative with a complete stranger. Even though you haven’t exposed anything too personal about yourself, it feels very simple to talk to Jimin. He holds this calm aura around him that makes you want to tell him your deepest secrets without you feeling guilty about it the next morning.

“Used to? It’s not anymore?” he asks, cocking his head innocently but you know he’s not stupid and knows what your words meant very well.

For some reason, it seems like he really wants to talk to you and urges you to talk more. He seems interested in you. Not seeing you as a snack and walking vagina, but maybe just someone he wants to talk with because he’s been dragged into this party just like you have. That’s one thing you’ve in common.

“Do you really wanna hear my heartbreaking life story?” you tease him, chuckling when the corner of his lips quirk up once again as he gives you a final nod.

“I’m quite intrigued.” he simply says, your heart skipping a beat for some reason and almost as if he could hear it, he lifts his eyebrow in a provocative and cocky manner.

“Will you tell me yours?” you ask in return, cocking your brow at him which makes him smile.

“Depends on how interesting yours will be.” he says, your lips set into a straight line before you purse them and give him a long sigh.

“It’s nothing drastic. I just feel like it’s not what I wanna do anymore, the worst thing of it all is that I’ve no idea what I wanna do in the first place. But it’d be a good job for me, something I need. It pays well and maybe, it’ll be more fun than I think it is right now. All I can think about is my dad and just the fact that I need to keep going. Life sucks, right?” you chuckle, trying to ease the sudden serious and saddened tone you had.

Jimin is not a person who gets bluffed easily but he acts like he hadn’t noticed anything.

“Your dad?” he asks, slowly watching your reaction as if he’s waiting for you to tell him some drastic news about your father.

“It’s just me and my dad. He’s got a huge loan for the next couple of years and I’m trying to help him, but the part-time jobs just aren’t enough. When I finish college, I’ll be able to find a better job and help him with that. He deserves it and that’s what keeps me going, y’know? I need to pay him back for taking care of me. But it’s okay, I just can’t wait until there’s no loan over our heads. I came to the conclusion that life can be happy and fun, even if there are things that suck.” you explain, noticing how interested he seems to be with your words, sinking all of the information you just gave him.

Despite how sad you seemed to be talking about your family, Jimin notices that you’re staying positive no matter what exactly happened in your life and what you haven’t told him. And that you’ve a goal, purpose you want to fill and probably a bigger heart that you're letting show to others. Maybe he’s wrong, it doesn’t have to be this way. He doesn’t know you. But it’s not right to think that it’s only you. Every person in this house, or even in the entire world, has something they want to accomplish. Dreams, goals and all of that. Maybe some of them don’t know it yet, they’re lost but that’s what life is for. To let them figure it out.

“That’s very nice of you.” he says, surprising you how serious and soft he sounds at the same time.

“But what about you? What is your life story?” you ask, wanting to change the topic because your life being discussed when you’ve had a few shots isn’t a good idea. Few more and you’d be probably bawling your eyes out just because you get emotional easily, especially if alcohol is involved.

“It doesn’t matter,” he chuckles, “It’s not interesting anyway.”

You don’t hide the disappointment that settles on your face, causing your lips to pout which makes him scrunch his nose cutely. What a shame, you really wanted to get to know him more. It’s like he’s putting distance between you two, keeping a safe distance but still wanting to be in your presence. He’s confusing you.

“But I told you mine.” you pout, mumbling under your breath like a child that just lost a game.

It’s comical, how you’re dressed in a sexy nurse costume and pouting just because you’re dissapointed. For the first time since being here, he feels unsure and actually stops for a second as you see his eyes dance between yours.

“My parents are dead. And I wish I could’ve made them proud like you’re making your dad.” he says, completely serious as you gape at him with an open mouth.

Is he serious? You don’t know him, his reactions are mysterious and despite him talking about his dead parents, he looks too serious and doesn’t show any sadness.

“I-I’m s--“

“Don’t,” he stops you, voice rough as he coughs and tries to mask his all of a sudden unfriendly tone.

It makes you speechless and actually bad for pressuring him into telling you more. Although, you’re not sure if that can be called pressuring.

“It’s been a long time since they’re not here. I’ve had time to process it.” he explains, hand brushing through his golden locks while you watch them bounce right back into its place.

You don’t ask how long they’re dead, or anything about them because it’s not your place to be curious about that. If you knew sooner about them not being alive, you wouldn’t even show him how disappointed you were of not hearing his shortened version of life story.

All you can give him is a slight nod, awkwardly glancing at your heels that, of course are borrowed from Yeri. Remembering that there's still almost a full bottle of soju that you snatched for yourself behind you, you turn around and pour yourself a shot as you glance at Jimin. He's staring at you, attentively paying attention to your face, as you give him a crooked smile.

“You want some?”

“No.” he answers, causing you to shrug as you drink the shot in one go, weirded out by the expression he gives you. It almost looks like he's glaring at you for drinking and it makes you give him a dumbfounded look.

“Aren't you thirsty?” you ask, his jaw clenching before he allows himself to relax and a low chuckle comes out of his mouth.

“You've no idea,” he grins, taking a step closer to you as he hovers over you, cornering you while your lower back digs into the kitchen counter.

Your eyes are big, staring at him in a complete shock by his sudden move but you can't move away. Your whole body is frozen, staring into his red eyes that stare right back into yours as if he's looking for something in them. His own hands lean against the kitchen counter right beside your waist, almost touching you while your heart trembles with excitement. And then when you think it can't get worse, he actually leans his face closer to yours as he takes a sniff of you. He hums at your scent, your cheeks flaring both in embarrassment and praise, mentally clapping yourself on the shoulder for choosing that expensive Yves Saint Laurent perfume you got from Yeri last Christmas. You've always saved it for special occasions, and even though you don't think of this party as anything special, you're glad you've listened to your own guts and used it. Let's just ignore the fact that you used it because you were counting on sweating, knowing the strong perfume will make you smell amazing either way.

He pulls slightly back, your noses almost touching as you can smell his own cologne, mixed with something that smells like mint. You don't even blink, not allowing yourself to budge as he gives you a tiny smirk.

“I'm particularly thirsty for something else.” he tells you silently, his voice getting a few octaves deeper but yet sounding calm and soft.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, the huge lump there almost uncomfortable, as you stare at him with still the same shock. Gulping, you blink a few times as you wonder what the hell just happened.

You should be mad because after all, he lied to you. He told you he's not here for sex, yet he implied something erotic and suggestive with a simple sentence that rolled off his tongue so easily and elegantly, but that's not the worst part. The worst part – that you're not proud of – is that you like it and you can feel yourself pressing your thighs together. This had never happened before. No guy could made your body hot without even touching you, and you wouldn't be so thirsty too for someone you only know by their first name.

“I thought you didn't come here for sex.” you manage to speak up, successfully without stuttering or sounding too nervous, although confusion and the slightest tremble in your voice is audible even to you.

“I didn't,” he confirms, nodding but not moving an inch from you. Without taking your eyes off him, you slowly blink as you watch him lick his lips. “But you look irresistible to my eyes.” he says simply, slowly reaching for the strand of your hair as he twirls it around his index finger.

He's not touching you fully, and unfortunately you can't quite feel his touch through your hair because even now, he delicately touches your hair like you're a fragile doll that may break.

“Then, why don't you do something?” you surprise yourself, not believing something like that just left your mouth. You would never say something like this to a stranger, no matter how handsome and freaking hot he is. But this is Jimin, it seems like everything is different with him.

And he laughs. He actually laughs like you've just told him a funny joke, and all you can do is stare at him like he just lost his mind. Is he just playing with you? Was he testing you? Before your crazy thoughts and theories could swarm your already confused mind, something else catches your attention that makes a prominent frown adorn your features. This doesn't get unnoticed by Jimin, his laughter dying down as he realizes where your eyes and attention are focused onto.

There are no longer any fangs poking out of his mouth, and you watch something flicker behind those red orbs that seem to glow in the gloomy lightning.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks, ignoring your look of confusion and curiosity that still lingers in your eyes that don't look away from his mouth just yet.

“Where are your--”

“Took them off,” he cuts you off, letting go of your hair. “Now, be a good girl and answer my question.” he hums, inching closer to you as you hold your breath.

“What do you want to do?” you ask instead, getting a breathy chuckle from him. You're not sure whether it's because of your question or because you purposely avoided answering his.

“You wouldn't wanna know,” he chuckles, eyes dropping down to your lips that are already nibbling on your bottom lip. “It'll bleed if you keep bitting on it.” he comments, licking his own.

“What, are you scared of blood?” you joke, releasing your mouth that seemed to get his attention, before the mention of blood causes him to snap those red eyes to yours.

“Not in the slightest,” he smirks, for whatever reason but it shoots butterflies straight to your stomach. “Are you?” he cocks his head to the side, reminding you of a snake that eyes its prey. Or some predator that has some fun with its prey before they kill it.

Fuck, you shouldn't have watched that horror movie Yeri suggested yesterday.

“Of what? Blood or you?” you find the courage to ask, raising a brow at him as you eye his from up and down.

He smirks, cocking his brow at you. “You tell me. Are you scared of me?”

Maybe you should be. No one has ever approached you, talked to you or given you this kind of attention before. This is a completely new territory that you're tiptoeing around, and it does give you some kind of thrill. Maybe it's because your life is boring and Jimin summons a new temptation that you've never felt before. There could be hundreds of reasons why you feel this way or what you should feel instead, but you can't bother yourself to think about it any longer. Because instead of feeling any fear towards the new stranger that has angelic features and voice, and with some kind of darkness that he's hiding, you feel yourself getting more interested and temped. In this case, he's like a forbidden fruit for you.

“No,” you reply confidently, head held high as you grin. “Should I be?”

This constant teasing and the lack of touch just sets a flame of temptation inside you that slowly drives you insane.

“Maybe,” he says, tips of his fingers reaching for your dress as he plays with the hem of it, fingers dancing dangerously at the top of your breasts. “You're the one who's gripping the kitchen counter for your dear life.” he teases, your eyes shooting to your hands that in fact, are gripping the corner so tightly that they turn white.

Embarrassingly, you let it go as you cross your hands over the chest to make yourself appear more confident, trying to mask the way your heart thumps loudly against your chest.

“That doesn't mean I'm scared.” you tell him, indirectly suggesting that there may be another reason why you appear to be so tense.

Judging by the tiny and already known smirk that slowly stretches across those beautiful and thick lips, Jimin confirms that he knew way before you even said it out loud. No matter how many times you seem to outrun him, he's always two steps ahead of you, having a prepared answer.

“What it could mean, then?” he asks lowly, feigning an incomprehensibility that this time – you see and are prepared for.

“Many things.” you gulp, breath hitching when the tip of his finger slightly touches your skin. It's short-lived and almost unrecognizable, but it still makes you shiver over the fact he's so close touching the top of your breasts.

In other scenarios, you wouldn't let anyone this near to you, nor someone almost touching your breasts that are covered in a costume dress.

“Care to share, my love?”

The new petname shoots excitement straight to your body, your cheeks flaring pink as you look away from him for a moment. You know he's aware of your reaction and how that little petname affected you, but you remain confident as you stare right back at him.

“I think you get the idea.”

In no way in hell, you'd ever tell him how much you wish to be fucked by him. Those sinful thoughts have to stay in your head, and even if you're not saying them loud like he wants you to, you know he's smart enough to get the idea.

“Tell me.” he presses, fingers playing with the top buttons of your costume that you can't unfortunately feel that much, except the tiny pressure he puts on them by playing with it.

“Jimin...” you whine, causing him to grin cheekily at you. For a moment, it looks like he lost that dark and mysterious aura. “Why won't you kiss me?”

You're done playing this game, your patience is slowly dying as you wish to feel his lips against yours. Even just for a second.

“Because you never asked me to,” he answers simply, surprising you by his diplomatic answer that sounds nothing but truthful.

“If I ask you to,” Oh fuck, this is embarrassing. He's doing this purposely, he wants you to make the first move. You feel like his goal is to make you desperate for him, which he didn't have to do for long. You don't get it.

“Will you kiss me?” you ask quietly, eyes searching his once again.

“Mhm,” he confirms. “If that's what you want.”

First of all, you're surprised that he's more interested in your own interest and consent, instead to taking the first chance of your attention and weakness for himself. And there's a chance that you were wrong. Maybe he hadn't been doing this to push you to make the first move, or to enjoy how you're squirming underneath his hovering figure. All he wanted this whole time has been your consent. Second of all, it makes him fucking attractive for doing so and no matter what the real reason is, you're willing to risk it all for this man.

“Jimin,” you tell him, voice strained and raspy. “Kiss me.”

For all you know, he could be playing with you this whole time and he doesn't have to be interested in you. Again, Jimin proves you that you're wrong and manages to surprise you all over again when in seconds, he pulls you closer to him and presses your lips together. Jimin seeks your lips hungrily, surprising you how rough and fast he is as if he was controlling himself this whole time. His hand is holding your head from the back for support, while the other one grabs your hip and squeezes it. Gasping, you shiver at the feeling of his tongue dancing across your bottom lip before he envelopes your mouth again. Your tongues move together, your own hands gripping his biceps that are hidden beneath his leather jacket. Jimin has a boosted energy, barely allowing you to breathe between the hungered kisses he's showering you with, and when you start desperately trying to catch your breath, you're forced to press against his chest firmly. It's hard, much harder than you've imagined and it takes an extra strength to actually make him budge, which primarily is the soft whimper that you let out against his mouth. He moves away, almost jumping away from you as he stares at you all frozen.

He watches your chest move quickly, trying to catch the oxygen that your lungs are craving for. You put your own hand over your chest, chuckling when you feel your heart beating fast and hard.

A group of drunk people stumble inside the kitchen, catching your attention as they laugh loudly, unable to walk properly as they're reaching for other bottles that are placed on the kitchen island. You weren't here alone this whole time, there are still a couple of people making out or talking, probably searching for somewhere more peaceful than the living room where the most people are. Considering this fact that someone might've seen you sucking off each other's faces, it doesn't bother you and it's probably mainly the fact they probably hadn't even noticed.

The sudden drop of soju bottle that breaks instantly and stains the floor snaps you out of your thoughts, your gaze shifting to the drunk girl who starts giggling over the fact she's too drunk and clumsy to the point she just dropped a bottle. Now, there's soju smell lingering in the air and staining the floor with shards of glass laying there.

Turning to Jimin, you catch the sudden scrunch of his nose at the smell of alcohol which makes you giggle, even though you find it not so pleasing either. Taking a few steps towards him, you grab him by his wrist and drag him deeper into the house. Surprisingly, he allows you to drag him as he stares at the back of your head until you stop and push the door open. You're quick to turn the lock, making sure there's no one disturbing you as he finally notices where you brought him. The bathroom is decorated in deep blue, the same gloomy lightning that comes from the round mirror and creates a much more dark and intimate atmosphere. Standing in the safe distance, he watches you turn around to him and lean against the small counter where the sink is.

His eyes turn dark, the red color almost unrecognizable as he keeps staring at you without making any move. Throwing out your insecurity, because this in fact is your first bold move that you've made on someone, you don't let it disturb you from your plan. Your palms sprawled against the bathroom counter, ass digging into the edge of it, you straighten yourself and cross your exposed legs.

“Are you gonna just stand there and stare at me?” you ask, one hand flicking your hair over your shoulder which catches most of Jimin's attention and his eyes get big. The exposure of your nakedness, the vein that pokes beneath your beautiful and warm skin makes him react instantly.

You yelp when he's suddenly in front of you, using the lack of your attention and the second of you closing your eyes to blink, he's gripping your face before he attacks your lips with his own, kissing you hungrily that he did the first time. Only this time, you're ready for the strength and intensity of his kisses, awaiting for his tongue that darts out into your mouth. You grip his jacket, trying to take it off but it's impossible with him holding you so close. Tugging onto the leather material, he gets your message and strips it off, tossing it carelessly onto the dirty floor. Your palms spread over his chest, feeling his hardened muscles that are surprisingly too hard. In an instant, you're turned around, hands gripping the sink as you feel Jimin's hands on your thighs, slowly disappearing underneath the skirt of your dress. You shiver, his hands cold against your heated skin as you look back at him as much as your current position allows you to.

Unfortunately, you get only a brief glance at Jimin who turns you around rather aggressively. From this position, you can barely see him in the reflection of the mirror but as he looks up, you're met with his red eyes that stare at you back.

“What do you want?” he asks lowly, hands slowly caressing your ass cheeks that aren't covered by your panties, his nails grazing over the soft flesh.

Thank God, you chose to wear sexy underwear – the only sexy underwear you own.

“You,” you breathe out, telling him the obvious answer that he probably just wanted to hear. “You.. Jimin.”

You hear his low hum before your panties are pushed aside and dress hiked up, enough to let his fingers replace the lacy material. As soon as the tip of his cold fingers meet your heat that's coated with your slickness, your breath hitches. He starts rubbing the area, making sure he does the same thing to your clit before he pushes two fingers in. You gasp, not expecting him to enter you all of a sudden, especially with two fingers that stretch you deliciously. It slightly burns, but your arousal that's used as a lube helps a lot and it makes it easier for him to get in.

Jimin's surprised by your tightness, wondering when was the last time someone touched you while his red eyes flicker to your reflection to check your reaction. He's a monster, he shouldn't care if he's being too rough with you but for some reason he's curious to see how you react to his touch. A cocky smirk flickers on his lips when he sees your eyes closed and mouth open in delight.

“You like that?” he whispers, mouth hovering over your ear as he takes another sniff of you. Do you really smell that good?

He presses his thumb against your clit, circling it when he feels you clenching around and that's why he adds another finger. You gasp, mumbling something incorrect to both your and his ears. Again, he just smirks at your lack of response and how fucked out you already seem to be. He barely had to do anything.

Pulling your hips to him, he makes you arch for him with your ass pursed up almost dangerously close to his crotch.

Fucking you with his fingers, he has no mercy on you and your loud pleas of slowing down. He doesn't know you, but it feels like he reads all the signs your body gives him and with you clenching around his three fingers, being a mess that barely stands on her own feet, he knows you're close. The pleasure gets too much, his palms slapping against your clit as he keeps fucking you is nothing you are prepared for. The orgasm and the chase after it gets too intense, no longer in your hands and with you being able to control it, you're cumming around his fingers, sucking them right in. He slows down, but still keeps a sloppy pace that fucks you through it. Your whole body burns with tingles of post-orgasm and if it weren't for your hands desperately clutching onto the sink, and Jimin's body behind you caging you in, you'd probably fall like a potato sack.

He pulls out his fingers, sounds of slurping leaving his mouth as he cleans them. Unfortunately for you, you've missed that devilish sight of him doing it. You pry your eyes open, slowly straightening yourself as you turn around to check the devil himself.

Just as expected, he's smirking at you, proudly staring at your flushed cheeks and the quick rise of your chest. You surprise him, clutching his shirt between your fingers before you pull him closer and connect your lips together. He lets you kiss him, hands wrapping around his neck and finally feeling up his skin more properly. You're surprised how cold he is, yet no hint of goosebumps cover his skin.

“You're so cold,” you comment, rubbing your hands over his forearms trying to warm him up.

Glancing back at him, you're surprised by the dumbfounded look he gives you before his mouth quirks up. “You wanna warm me up?” he asks, cocking his brow at you as your mouth salivates, your hands completely stopping.

“Yeah,” you answer, no idea why the fuck would you even answer that when you should just put yourself to action. The little act makes him chuckle, leaning closer to you as you hear him gulp.

You think he's about to kiss you, his lips close to the crook of your neck and you tilt your head to the side, to give him a better room for that. However, you're surprised when his mouth never makes an actual contact with your neck. You slightly tilt back, staring at his frozen state as you see his throat bob.

“Jimin?” you ask, growing worried when he seems to be acting weird all of a sudden. “Are you okay?”

Your voice is muffled to his ears, he barely hears you as all he can focus is the way your blood pulses in your veins and the soft heartbeat of your heart. But you don't know that, all you can see is Jimin standing there gulping and not moving at all. It's until your hand makes contact with his cheek, your warm palm ready to envelop it but before you can even properly touch his skin, he's gripping your wrist at an extreme speed. You stare at him, almost jumping back from the sudden movement.

“You scared me,” you chuckle, trying to ease the tension as he takes a step back. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he answers nonchalantly, staring at you with those red eyes. “Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, surprised by the sudden change in his behavior and tone. He starts unbuckling his belt, your mouth salivating at the thought you're about to see his cock. It's been awhile since you gave a proper blowjob and although, you're not quite satisfied with your skills of giving one in the first place, you just can't wait to taste him.

If Yeri could see you right now, she'd never believe that it's the same best friend that has always been opposed to one night stands.

Dropping onto your knees, your face is facing his growing bulge as you look up at him for permission. He chuckles, licking his bottom lip as he nods his head at you, silently telling you to get to it already. You put his jeans down, not entirely just enough to expose his casual black boxer briefs, as they stay wrapped around his mid-thighs. His boxer briefs are next, your fingers too eager to see him rather than to tease and play with him. Something tells you that Jimin is not the type to enjoy teasing. His erection spreads free, finally out of the material of his tight jeans, and it slaps against his clothed stomach that's hidden beneath the white shirt.

You wish there was a better lightning and for a second, you contemplate whether to turn the main light on, just to fully appreciate his erected length. No matter what the lightning is, you notice how thick he is and a few veins that poke underneath the thin skin. From the light patch of hair to the red tip that's leaking with a little bit of pre-cum makes your mouth salivate like never before, and you make sure you gulp all of it before you can embarrass yourself. Not wasting any time, your hand curls around the base as you give him a testing squeeze which surprisingly, makes him barely react and when you glance up at him, he stares at you with dark eyes.

Little do you know he needs your touch, he needs to distract himself from the thirst and hunger, and that dark voice inside his head that tells him to do something completely different, rather than have you on your knees and ready to take him.

As if you could hear his thoughts – which you can't and he knows that – he almost sighs in relief when you wrap your pretty red lips around his tip. It doesn't matter that your lipstick is completely smeared from Jimin's lips and his furious kisses. Sucking on it, you let the angry red tip glisten with your saliva before you start pumping him. Through hooded eyes, Jimin watches you licking a strip up his cock as you go back to sucking him off while pumping his hardened length, this time harder and quicker. Jimin's low grunts that occasionally leave his mouth encourages you to take him deeper, the tip of his cock almost hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes burn with tears but you blink them away, curling your tongue around the head of Jimin's cock. His hand grabs the back of your head, clutching your hair in his fist as he starts moving his hips. It hurts a little, he's putting too much pressure and strength into grabbing your hair and the roots that burn your skull. But with your own arousal between your legs, slowly dripping down your thighs and the undying lust that you feel towards Jimin, you've no time to complain. It adds another pinch of pleasure, a pleasure that makes you moan around his length and almost gag when he thrusts into your mouth. Surprisingly, you look up and you find him checking your reaction.

Your warm hand around his cock and even warmer mouth that's wrapped around him feels surprisingly nicer than he thought it'd be. He takes his time to notice your reddened cheeks that he can see even from up, and with the dim lightning his red eyes catch the line of saliva that's drooling out of your mouth. And he growls, he actually growls and pulls you from his cock in seconds, before he's pulling you up and if it weren't for his strong hold, you'd surely stumble how quick he got you up. He backs you into the bathroom counter, to your previous position before he fingered you, but this time you're face to face. Your ass is digging into the edge of the counter, although you don't seem to care. You're too focused staring at Jimin that clenches his jaw, suddenly bumping into you as he starts kissing you. Whimpering into his mouth, you're surprised when he easily lifts you up and gets you seated on the bathroom counter. However your yelp is muffled by his mouth, his hands pulling you close to the edge, dangerously close that you're clutching onto him, scared of a possible fall. But Jimin got you, his body is caging you and creates a barrier between you and the floor.

Jimin's hand wrapped around his erected cock looks sinful, like nothing you've ever seen before, at least no one made it look so effortlessly hot. Your body almost trembles with the anticipation of feeling him inside of you, and you know it's coming because he starts pumping himself. Not even aware that you stretch your legs to give him a better space, plus giving him a view of the mess between your legs. He pulls you closer, nudging your thighs apart even more before his other hand moves your ruined panties more to the side. He gets a better view of your pulsating heat that's waiting just for him.

“What about a condom?”

He stops, eyes flickering to yours as he stares at you with unreadable recognition. It's enough that you're about to have sex with some stranger, even though it's very hot and irresistible stranger, but you don't know him after all. Are you ready to risk it for him? The rational you mentally praises you for remembering such important detail before it could've been too late.

“Don't have one,” he says through teeth, almost seeming to be annoyed that you stopped him.

Maybe you should grow offended or annoyed yourself by his reaction, but for some reason you don't. You just stare and wait for him to say something else.

“You don't trust me?” There it is – the smirk comes back and makes an appearance on his thick lips again.

“I don't know you.” you point out, cocking a brow at him.

“Yet, you're here sprawled for me ready to be fucked,” he chuckles lowly, your expression dropping as your eyes grow big. “I don't know you either, that's why we need to trust each other.” he says, but still doesn't move to do anything else.

Your mind is screaming at you, telling you over and over again how a bad idea this is and that you'll regret it. There's no actual threat of disease of a potential pregnancy (even though, you've been taking birth control since your teenage years) but you don't know that. He can't exactly tell you without having to explain something that he doesn't even want to or has to explain.

“Hm? What's it gonna be?” he purrs, his hand cupping your jaw as he starts caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Are we gonna trust each other?”

In a way, you're aware he's coaxing you into agreeing and using your temptation by using his low and tempting tone, but you don't find yourself calling him out for it. You're speechless, not able to move your mouth and find your own voice, even though you're not sure what your answer is going to be. But then he's pulling away, taking your silence as an answer which kind of surprises you because you thought he really is coaxing you into agreeing. Before he can fully pull away, you wrap your legs around his frame and cage him.

He opens his mouth staring at you as you can feel his hardened length touching the exposed skin of your thigh.

“Fuck me, Jimin.” you tell him, meeting him in the middle as you both crash your lips together.

The kiss is heated, even more than ever before and you shiver when you feel his tip against your heat. He looks at you, checking one more time as you give him a nod before you crash your lips together again.

He needs you as his distraction but he's not an asshole to take you without your consent, or trying to control you.

With that, he pushes past your folds and enters you. You gasp, pressing your face into his shoulder as you bite onto him gently. He doesn't budge, not surprised by the feeling of your teeth dangerously poking him through the fabric of his shirt. He's pushing in, bottoming out before he's already pulling out just to thrust back in. Jimin has no patience, already getting to work as he starts fucking you. With each thrust, it gets easier to move inside of you as your cum and arousal helps him. You're surprised how good you're taking him, even though your walls do burn with the sudden penetration and the new feeling of his thick cock. Even the pace is going too fast, the top of his thighs slapping against the back of yours while his balls make contact with your ass. The bathroom is filled with sinful sounds of skin on skin slapping, and it coaxes you to clench around him repeatedly. You can't keep up with the animalistic and rustless pace he set, whimpering and moaning his name all over again with an occasional curse falling out of your lips. Jimin grunts are no longer silenced ones, although he seems to be controlling his voice much more.

“Fuck,” you moan, head tilting back as your hands are doing a poor job at trying to hold you in place.

Jimin's hands are around your thighs, making sure your legs stay apart as he keeps fucking into you. You can feel sweat slowly dripping down your neck, even your ass getting sweaty from the contact of the bathroom counter.

“I'm--fuck, I'm close.” you gasp, clutching the edge even harder and before you can say something else, you're already cumming around him. “Ohhh, fuck, Jimin.” you moan out through your orgasm, his pace not slowing down even after you're done and gritting your teeth at the overstimulation.

His head falls into the crook of your neck, lips almost making contact with your skin as he starts shaking and grunting. You think he's close, that it's only a natural reaction of approaching orgasm and you're completely thrown back when he suddenly pulls away completely. His cock is out of you in a record time and as you blink, he's in the middle of the bathroom standing with his jeans and boxer briefs wrapped around his mid-thighs, along with still hardened cock that's coated with your cum. If the situation weren't so weird all of a sudden, you'd probably focus on the sight in front of you much more.

You watch Jimin's features twist in an almost painful expression, his nose scrunching as his whole body shakes. It's nothing too drastic but just enough to notice by the way he's shivering and trying to control himself. He gulps a couple of times as well, seeming like he's in a pain. You've no idea what has just happened and you just stand there completely clueless, eyes big and mouth agape.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly, wondering what the hell is wrong with him.

You hop off the counter, ignoring how sensitive you're between your legs and how hard it feels like to be standing on your feet all of a sudden.

“Don't,” he warns you, voice raising as he outstretches his arm to keep you from coming closer. “Don't come any closer.” he says lowly, head held high as you can't see his face.

“What, why? What happened?” you ask worriedly, your eyes filled with worry and confusion at the same time.

When you're about to take another step towards him, it's like he can sense it before you can even more your feet, his head snaps to you and he growls at you.

“Fucking stay away.” he warns you again, almost yelling at you as you jump in fear.

The last thing he sees is your scared eyes before he focuses his gaze to the floor again. He can feel the veins starting to cracking up on his skin, showing what he really craves for. He can't let you see. With your heartbeat being the loudest melody in the room and your smell filling it too, he can't promise not to do something he doesn't want to. That was the whole purpose of tonight, the whole purpose of approaching you and talking to you. He has no idea what's happening to him and why can't he listen to what his mind is telling him to do. He's controlling himself and he knows if he stays any longer, you're not going to make it without any harm.

And that's why he focuses his attention on something else, desperately listening to people slurring drunken nonsense and the loud music before something else catches his attention. It's not too much, just the only thing that helps with not focusing on your smell entirely. It's something no one else can hear, the whimpers and slurping sounds that could only mean one thing.

You notice how he zones out, your hands pulling your dress down to have at least some kind of modesty as you eye the stranger in front of you.

“J--”

His eyes snap to yours as he turns around. “You need to leave.”

“I-- what?” you blurt out, seeing him tucking himself back into the jeans. You ignore the feeling of disappointment that clouds your mind for a whole second, before you're back to confusingly staring at him.

“I don't know wha--”

Taking two long steps, he's right in front of you before he grips your face tightly into his hands. You whimper at the strength staring into his dark orbs that shine like never before.

“Get your friend and leave. You've to leave, right now.”

The firmness in his voice doesn't go unnoticed by you, however it gets somewhere in the back of your mind as you stare at Jimin with big eyes. Painfully for you, he lets you go as he starts backing away from you but there's nothing you can do. You can't bring yourself to move, nor rush after him when he flicks the lock open and walks out of the bathroom. You stand there, your mind suddenly snapping into action as the only thing you can think about is getting Yeri.

When Jimin makes it through the crowd, successfully hiding and blending with his surroundings, he stops and makes sure he has a great view of you walking out of the bathroom. He's watching you from the safe distance, seeing you trying to find your friend that seems to be nowhere in sight. When desperation is evident on your face since you've checked every room downstairs and you still can't find her, your legs lead you upstairs. He wishes he'd tell you to go alone, the longer you're staying... no, he doesn't care.

His mind drifts away to the moment in the bathroom, where his long canines started growing and all he could think about was sinking them to your delicious neck.

He can hear your faint heartbeat but he doesn't allow himself to get closer, not even if you're already upstairs opening every door of each room to find your friend. And when he sees Taehyung with a satisfied grin and blood dripping down his chin nearing him, it makes Jimin think only one thing. None of these people are aware of the liquid dripping down his friend's chin, thinking that it's just another fake blood even if Jimin can smell the metal scent from miles away.

You're growing annoyed when the third room you open, there's still no sight of Yeri but some drunk couples having sex or smoking weed. You scrunch your nose in disgust, wondering if these people don't know what locks are. As you're nearing another room, you just hope there are no naked people and any possible butts that you'll be seeing before you take the doorknob into your hands.

But nothing could ever prepare you for the sight behind that door.

The room is dark, the street lights create at least some kind of lightning but you still decide to turn up the lights. It happens in seconds. The first thing you recognize is the costume, the same one she proudly showed you this morning saying she'll be the hottest Black Widow. You stare at the horrific sight of the face of your friend which is almost unrecognizable. Her lifeless body is laying on a bed, blood trickling down her neck and staining beige sheets underneath her. Your piercing scream rings in your ears but you can't stop screaming from the horror sight in front of you.

Jimin hears your screams, his eyes shifting towards the house as he starts the engine.

“You killed her?” he asks, voice low as he starts the engine.

“Y'know how I get,” Taehyung chuckles, wiping the remains of blood from his chin and mouth. “I was hungry.”

Jimin grips the steering wheel tightly, stealing a last glance at the house and the party that slowly turns into chaos. That's why they never come back. They can't and he should've known his longtime friend would get one of his moods. Taehyung is crazy, much more dangerous than Jimin because he gets so into his own needs.

“You didn't have to kill her.” Jimin points out, leaving the driveway while the house keeps getting further and further.

“I didn't have to, you're right. But I did,” he sighs pleasingly, patting his stomach as he makes himself comfortable in the passenger seat. “And she tasted fucking great.”

Jimin's jaw flexes, slowly growing irritated by his friend's decision to end someone's life again. He should've gotten used to it by now, but he can't never really process it. It's even weirder now that he knows that someone wasn't just someone. It was your best friend.

And that night, almost everyone who attended that party had some regrets. And you've got many of them.

You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin.

Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.

If you just paid attention, maybe your friend would be still alive. And maybe you'd be in her place and would never make it out alive, if it weren't for the stranger with red dark orbs that hunts you every night.

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i definitely think clarke is an example of a villain protagonist, and fandom’s need to see her as a hero is due to the need to see protagonists as heroes. my only stipulation is that i do think fandom is capable of acknowledging that certain protagonists are villains, but only under certain conditions. like fandom can only acknowledge a character is a villain if the story really really really explicitly frames them that way. like people are willing to acknowledge that characters like (1/2)

(a few of these seem to have been lost to this hellsite’s void, sorry :/)

walter white, don draper, tony soprano, dexter morgan, the “it’s always sunny in philadelphia” protagonists ect are horrible evil people. (although even with them, there stans who engage in ridiculous apologism, ie the “walter white did nothing wrong” crowd, but i do feel like most of the audience gets that these characters are evil? maybe i’m being to optimistic, or maybe it’s just because i avoid r*ddit lol) but i think in these cases it’s mostly because the framing is so blatant, like (2/3)

like the writers basically have to beat you over the head with the fact that the main character is a horrible person for them to get it. but with characters like dean winchester, elena gilbert, and clarke griffin, the fandom largely sees them as good people, (who may be morally ambiguous sometimes, but only because they CAAARRRE SO MUCHHH) and i think it’s because the narrative framing is different than what it is with a character like walt. that’s not to say that the narrative always (3/?)

frames characters like elena, clarke, dean, ect as good people. i think the narrative sometimes engages in apologism for dean/elena/clarke, and sometimes it acknowledges how terrible they are. i think that for characters like dean/elena/clarke the framing is often much subtler than for characters like walt/don/dexter/tony soprano. i also think sexism/white female fragility plays a role in how fandom perceives elena, clarke, and jessica jones are perceived by fandom (4/?).

This is all true, but I also think there are other factors at play. On is the kind of people these two groups are -I’m less familiar with some of the others mentioned above than I am with The Triumvirate of Doom LOL, but I’d say that (maybe with the exception of Don Draper? I really need to watch Mad Men one day. I remember liking the pilot) they are fundamentally different TYPES of ~bad people. Dean, Elena, and Clarke are empaths, subconcious manipulators; to different degrees of efficiency, and Dean and Clarke use hard power more than Elena, but they’re specifically people who are difficult to parse, and difficult to accuse. They’re the kind of people who trade in social graces and do it well, often coming out of shit smelling like fucking roses. The others are excused by fandom, but Walter White, Tony Soprano and Dexter Morgan’s whole deal is different.

On top of that, there’s a matter of distance. Those you mention are all from mundane worlds, worlds like out, commiting violence in a mundane way. Dean kills monsters, Clarke commits large scale genocide by levers in a distant sci-fi post apocalyptic ‘verse, Elena even has other supernatural beings commiting supernatural violence for her. I know I myself react worse to more “realistic” violence.

And regarding the ‘verses, I think we run into an issue of the perception each of these gets, the depth people are willing to assign to each of them. Nevermind that The Vampire Diaries or Supernatural have been the two most cynically honest shows about the worst of human nature I’ve yet to encounte;, for a lot of people they’re just ~silly genre shows, the first a ~silly girly show, even. The acts committed in those universe is horrifying to the extreme, heightened forms from real-world equivalents, but easy to dismiss for a lot of people because of its source. Which annoys me, ngl, because I don’t think without characters like Elena we’d get some of the female antiheroes we have now, for better or worse; or without shows like Angel for the male ones; Angel was definitely a precursor to the Tony Sopranos of tv, IMO.

There are issues with framing in each of the shows and it matters, but there have also been moments where they have been absolutely ruthless about who Dean, Elena, Clarke, etc. were at their core, and the audience insists on keeping their eyes closed to it anyway. So framing can’t be the only issue.

fandom NEEDS to see white female protagonists as good people. i think this is because of the notion of white female innocence and purity, how white cis women are seen as inherently good and kind, and needing and deserving of protection from white men. of course fandom woobifies the shit out of white male characters too, just look at dean winchester and dean winchester. however i genuinely can’t think of a example of a white female protagonist who was explicitly framed as terrible person, (5/?)

and where most of fandom fully acknowledged her shittyness. the only real example i can think of is dee reynolds, and like that doesn’t really count because iasip is a deliberately absurd bizare sitcom where you really aren’t meant to take the characters actions seriously. the show isn’t grounded in reality and it’s not meant to be. also dee is nothing like elena or clarke, and iasip is nothing like the 100 or tvd so i’m comparing apples to oranges. (6/?)

maybe blair waldorf from gossip girl? i actually think she has a lot in common with elena and clarke, it’s just expressed in different ways. but maybe that’s due to the fact that serena was technically the female protagonist (even if the writers blatantly favored blair), and blair was introduced to the show as an antagonist for serena. although there was a fuck ton of blair apologism in the gossip girl fandom so who knows. (8/?)

i have seen daenerys targaryen referred to as a villain (even before the second last episode), but in her case i actually feel it’s somewhat unfair. i mean obviously burning down kings landing was a villainous act, but on the whole i see her as more of a mix of an anti-hero and an anti-villain. like of course she has done many horrible things, but she isn’t terrible in the same way elena and clarke are, like she is a different type of character than them. (10/?)

i also feel like the got fandom wasn’t as pro daenerys as the tvd fandom and the 100 fandom were of elena and clarke respectively. (maybe because daenerys shared protagonist status with the stark family?). (omg i am so sorry this ask was so long! i seriously thought this was going to be two parts, maybe three tops lol) (11/11)

I’m not too familiar with Blair and only half-familiar with GOT and its fandom, although yes, I would consider them slightly different cases than Clarke or Elena, on first sight.

White female fragility definitely plays an ENOURMOUS part in these characters’ perception. A lot of the Clarke vs. Bellamy discourse was profoundly racist, for example. And do not get me started on Jessica Jones and how the show portrayed, and the fandom received, her dynamics with black men.

#anonymous #replies #talking to the void #my thoughts #fandom nonsense #the writing tm

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An Analysis on the History of Gender in the Horror Genre

This is one of my classmates’ final projects for Sociology. I loved it so much I asked for her permission to share it here. Hope you enjoy it too!

Transcript under the cut, since the auto-generated captions are mostly accurate but punctuation is good for comprehension.

TRANSCRIPT:

“My name is Davis Barelli, and in this video essay I'm going to look at the portrayal of gender through the lens of the horror genre.

Women in particular may have a reason to keep coming back to the genre, outside of a cheap thrill. In a study done by the Geena Davis Institute on Gender in Media, and Google, using the Geena Davis Inclusion Quotient—or the GDIQ—it was determined that women are featured on screen and in speaking roles more than men only in the horror genre. With the advent of the MPAA rating system in the '30s, the kind of horror we know today didn't re-emerge until the '60s.

Making female characters who would later become known as "Final Girls" the vessel for traumatic experiences allowed viewers—especially men and boys coming home from war—to see someone reacting to trauma in the way that they wanted to, but wasn't socially acceptable. Instead, the model for men to see themselves in was the macho, womanizing jock who goes outside to find the big bad, typically resulting in him being the first to die. While there was a lot of good in the survivors of these horror movies very commonly being female, a specific archetype of the female survivor made it clear what kind of girl it took to be the hero.

The Final Girl being portrayed in '60s, '70s, and '80s slasher horror as an innocent virgin stereotype was no accident, what with America experiencing the breakdown of the nuclear family and Christian morals thanks to the free-love movement of the '60s. This led to frequent themes of occultism, homosexuality, and hypersexuality in horror at the time. Characters who gave in to these evils were given a death sentence, as opposed to the Final Girls, who were rewarded for their abstinence with survival.

When films did stray from the norm by casting male leads in sequels in place of the Final Girl, a double standard emerged. Male protagonists were branded as "homosexual" for acting like the Final Girls before them, and the actors who portrayed them had their careers effectively ruined. Where the '70s gave rise to exploitation horror centered on violence against women, '80s niche horror had different scapegoats.

Cannibal Holocaust, released at the beginning of the decade and directed by Ruggero Deodato, tells the story of a group going to the Amazon in search of a missing film crew. They discover footage detailing the gruesome things the crew did to the tribe they encountered before they were killed. Not only is the portrayal of hostile tribes in the Amazon harmful to the actual tribes in the Amazon, but framing the main character of the film as a kind of white savior for not wanting the footage of the tribe distributed is basically rewarding him for the absolute bare minimum.

The other standout film of the '80s notorious for its subject matter is that of Sleepaway Camp. Sleepaway Camp tells the story of a young girl who experiences the death of her family during a boating accident and is sent to live with her aunt and cousin. She and her cousin go to the summer camp and it quickly becomes a bloodbath. The reveal at the end is that the young girl was the culprit, because she wasn't a girl at all, but her twin brother who was forced by the aunt to live as a girl. The narrative of trans people as dangerous, deranged villains pretending to be a different gender due to mental illness or against their will is deeply harmful to the LGBTQ people who were battling misconceptions at the time similar to this, and still are.

This energy evolved with the '90s, which shifted its focus to supernatural teenage hormones, with the likes of The Craft and many others. Looking at the villains of these movies, though, is a clear pointer to the ostracization of the "weird kid" in the '90s. This is most prominently seen in The Craft, where a girl with supernatural powers befriends a group of girls pretending to be witches. She bestows them with real powers and hijinks ensue. The film culminates in the ringleader—who, out of the group, is the least conventionally attractive—being put in an insane asylum for her misdeeds, while the rest of the group gets off relatively scot-free. This served as an unfortunate continuation of the narrative that girls who were weird were to be punished, but if you were pretty, you could get away with it.

With the 2000s filled with American-made J-horror and classic horror remakes, I'd like to skip forward, save for one movie.

In the 2000s a movie came out that caused a huge ruckus over how bad it was, but I think deserves a spot here for its portrayal of teenage girls in horror. Jennifer's Body, directed by* Diablo Cody, starring Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried, tells the story of Jennifer getting possessed after a botched human sacrifice because she lies about being a virgin. It was almost universally panned by critics, who called it a "sexploitation film lacking the all-important ballast of sincerity." Both Cody and Fox—who were gaining fame for Juno and the Transformers franchise, respectively—were already written off by critics, most of whom were men, before the movie had even been released. In reality, Jennifer's character was unique for being the mean girl who gets killed off, the big bad, and a revenge film-esque survivor, all in one. And her best friend, "Needy," was the sarcastic, dorky, sexually active Final Girl we never would have seen in classic horror.

The last decade has given rise to a genre dubbed "intelligent horror," ushering in an age with less mindless bloodlust and more nuanced characters and themes. Directors Jordan Peele and Ari Aster are arguably at the forefront of the intelligent horror genre; Peele's Get Out and Us giving people of color representation in a severely whitewashed genre. Get Out, especially, has received praise not just for the representation of people of color, but the very real, very prevalent issues of race and police brutality. One of the most important aspects is the depiction of the white savior character in the form of the protagonist's girlfriend, who is revealed to actually be a villain, showcasing the dramatization of the danger of performative activism and how that affects people of color.

Ari Aster, on the other hand, deals with themes of mental illness and family trauma, something unfortunately somewhat universal. While mommy issues and cults are nothing new in horror, Ari Aster's work frames both subjects very differently, especially in regards to the women in his films. Midsommar heavily focuses on Dani, the protagonist's, mental health and manipulation by others throughout the film, as she navigates grief unapologetically and realistically. This portrayal of grief in Midsommar from a woman's point of view is so important, because Dani is clingy, she's anxious, she's emotional, and she's human. As opposed to the polished, over-dramatic depiction of women and their emotions that are so commonly seen in horror.

Over the decades, horror and its portrayals of the human experience have shifted to continue being a compelling mirror for the issues of the time. But something that will always be current is that we can be scared.”

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*Jennifer’s Body was written by Diablo Cody and directed by Karyn Kusama

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Into the Woods (1)

Part 1 of 2

Summary: When disaster strikes a fairy tale forest wedding, Y/N must take charge to save the lives of herself and her friends. Will she be able to survive being hunted while trapped in the woods?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Square filled: Nightmare for @spndeanbingo

Word Count: 2979

Warnings: Swearing, show level violence and gore, suspense, minor character death, fear-filled situations, sarcasm, jerky guys, random moments of compensating humor. It’s basically a Supernatural thriller.

A/N: About 64,000 years ago, I entered a challenge the wonderful @foreverwayward was having for hitting 500 followers. Well, there wasn’t a due date, because she’s the sweetest, so I kept saying I would get to it and get to it, and then I never did. Well, surprise, here it is! This is the first part of a 2-part miniseries, and the quotes for the challenge will be included in the second part, which is posting tomorrow. Enjoy!!!

The moonlight, shining through the dark green trees, softly reflected on the string lights that were hung between the branches. They were blowing gently in the breeze, making the dense woods feel like an otherworldly fairy tale.

Your best friend, Lindsay, had spent days painstakingly transforming the unassuming woodland into a heavenly escape for her wedding, with long white tables strewn about, covered with crystal centerpieces and extravagant floral displays. As you watched her dance blissfully under the twinkling lights with her brand-new husband, Aidan, you knew all her hard work had more than paid off.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched her, sipping your glass of champagne off to the side of the clearing. Your feet were killing you, so you slipped off your heels, easily hiding your bare feet under the long hem of your dress.

“They look great together, huh?”

You spun around to find one of the groomsmen, what was his name? Brian? No, no...Brandon. Yes, Brandon, leaning against a nearby tree, looking you up and down appreciatively. “What? Oh, yeah,” you answered offhandedly. “They’re great together.”

You started to turn away, not wanting to encourage his obvious interest in you, but, suddenly, he was by your side, his alcohol-coated breath hitting your face. “I noticed you’re not dancing with anyone.”

You leaned away from him slightly, wanting to toe the line between polite enough not to make a scene and clear enough that he knew he was this close to being punched in the face. “No, I’m not,” you said firmly, crossing your arms across your chest.

But, he wasn’t taking the hint. “Well, you are now, baby!” he shouted, swaying a little as he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the dance floor. You tried to pull back, but his grip was strong, and, before you knew it, you were on the dance floor, barefoot and struggling.

“Brandon, really, I don’t want to dance,” you insisted, trying to pull your hand out of his grasp. “Please let me go.”

He didn’t even hear you, closing his eyes instead and beginning to move his hips back and forth, your hand still trapped in his. You began to look around frantically for help, and your eyes zeroed in on Lindsay, who instantly registered your panic and left her husband’s side to push her way through the crowded dance floor to get to you.

She hadn’t even made it halfway when you felt Brandon unexpectedly drop your hand. Surprised, you instinctively stepped back, spinning his way as you did, but what you saw sent a shock of terror straight to your heart.

Brandon was no longer standing in front of you. Instead, he was laying at your feet, a massive, gaping hole where his heart had been.

The scream that tore from your throat was almost primal, as if the instinctual response of terror would chase away the unblinking, hollow eyes staring back at you. But, they didn’t disappear, not even when you squeezed your eyes shut and prayed that they would.

You didn’t think it could get any worse, but then you opened your eyes. What you saw was a living nightmare.

Standing there, over Brandon’s lifeless body, was a man, but when he turned to face you, you realized he was hardly a man at all. He was more like a monster, a monster with long claws and razor-sharp teeth, and he was looking right at you.

You screamed again, this time urgently, desperately, only stopping when you realized that more than just your scream echoed around you. Looking over his shoulder, you saw three more monster people rush into the clearing, their fangs bared as they began to grab guests at random, flinging them across the woods like they were no more than rag dolls.

Your eyes shifted, meeting the golden, distorted ones of the monster in front of you, and you did the only thing you could do: you ran. Spinning around, you sprinted away, pausing only to grab Lindsay’s hand and pull her terrified form with you. “Come on, we gotta go!” you shouted, trying to rally as many people around you to follow you as you could. Most were too panicked, but a few reacted, including Aidan, who fell into step beside you, picking his frozen wife up into his arms without even breaking his stride.

You raced into the shelter of the trees, your small group following your lead. Behind you, you could hear the cracking of branches and the rustling of leaves as at least one of the monsters followed you, but you pushed on, somehow ignoring the stinging in your side and burning in your chest to keep running.

Eventually, the noise behind you dropped off, and you slowed, taking stock of your surroundings. You were deep in the forest, somewhere distinctly unfamiliar, so probably in the exact opposite direction of the safety of the main road and the parking lot where you had all left your cars. Aidan and Lindsay were still next to you, Lindsay now standing on her own feet, but still looking somewhat shaken. A few other people were milling around, but there was no sign of the monsters that had been chasing you.

“I think we lost them,” you panted out, clutching your side as you tried to catch your breath.

“Are you sure?” Aidan asked, protectively moving closer to his wife while he looked back over his shoulder.

“No, I’m not fucking sure, Aidan! I’m not exactly an expert on evading fanged monsters who pull out people’s hearts, now am I?!”

Lindsay’s eyes whipped up at you, your outburst startling her out of her shock. “Y/N!”

You shook your head, closing your eyes for just a second. “Sorry...I’m sorry, I know you’re just worried. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

Aidan smiled, giving you a reassuring gaze. “It’s ok. What do we do now?”

You looked around, taking in the growing number of people that had gathered around you. There couldn’t have been more than a dozen. A dozen out of nearly a hundred wedding guests. You hoped more than anything else the others had just found a different way to escape. “Um, well, obviously, we can’t go back the way we came.”

“Obviously,” Lindsay laughed, more out of fear than anything. “I've even watched enough horror movies to know that.”

Aidan reached down and grabbed her hand, calming her, and you couldn’t help but wish you had someone to do that for you right now. “Right, so we keep going.”

A man on the other side of you stepped forward, his suit ripped and tousled. “Wait, shouldn’t we try to get back to our cars, get help?”

You shook your head. “It’s too risky. We don’t even know what direction the parking lot is in, and those monsters are still out there. We need to find shelter and hunker down, at least until morning. Then, we can try going for help.”

He glowered. “Who put you in charge?”

You turned towards him, raising your chin resolutely. “No one, but I’m not about to be an idiot and stay out here any longer waiting to be killed. If you want to, help yourself.” You dismissed him, looking back at everyone else. “Anyone still have their cell phone on them?”

A few shook their heads, but a young man in the back held up his. “I already checked. No service.”

“Fantastic…” you muttered, spinning around slowly as you tried to come up with another idea. You were really grateful you’d taken off your heels right about now, but the forest floor wasn’t doing any favors for your feet. As you spun away from the group, you spotted a flash of light, the reflection of the moonlight on...something.

“We should go that way,” you said, pointing. “I saw something.”

You started to take a step, but Mr. Tousled Suit grabbed your arm. “Hold on there. How do you know it’s not the killer things? Maybe they’re leading us into a trap.”

Glaring up at him, you wrenched your arm from his grasp. “Because whatever it was, it reflected in the moonlight, which means it’s some kind of glass or metal, and the ‘killer things’ that attacked us weren’t robots, the last time I looked. It could be a house, with a phone, or a ranger station or something.”

Aidan stepped forward, flanking you. “Y/N’s right, Tim. We need help, and whatever she saw could be it. Besides, it’s not like we have a lot of options. We can’t stay out here.”

“Fine,” he huffed, stalking ahead towards where you had pointed. You hesitated for a second, turning to whisper to Aidan.

“Your side of the family?”

He smirked. “Annoying cousin. Every family’s got one, am I right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, for what felt like the first time in years, but then reality came crashing down on you again, and you stiffened. “We should get going.”

Aidan nodded and grabbed Lindsay’s hand again, quickly following you deeper into the forest. Soon, the three of you had caught up to Tim, The Tousled Suit, as you were calling him, with the others quietly following you.

Your guard was up, and you swore you jumped at every little noise. But, you kept going, determined not to be that girl in every horror movie who acts like an idiot and draws the monsters right to her. You were definitely channeling your best Emily Blunt right now, but, inside, you were frickin’ terrified.

After a few hundred yards, you started to notice the silhouette of a cabin forming in the distance, and you got excited, picking up your pace. You pictured a warm, welcoming woodsman with some kind of satellite phone and enough emergency supplies to survive a war. But, as you got closer, you quickly realized that the cabin was worn down and dirty. It probably hadn’t been occupied in years.

“It’s deserted,” Lindsay whispered.

Tim looked at you smugly. “Great plan, Wonder Woman.”

Okay, this one you really were going to punch. Aidan must’ve read your intention, because he stepped between the two of you. “It’s still better than nothing.”

You nodded, actively choosing to ignore your urge to kick the asshole in the balls. “Yeah. At least this will be defensible until morning in case those things come back. Let’s go.”

You led the way, carefully stepping up the rotting steps, each one creaking under your bare feet. “Remind me to get tested for tetanus if we survive this,” you mumbled.

Stepping onto the porch, you hesitated as you reached for the doorknob, your mind flashing to the possibility that this might be the monsters’ hide out. But, you knew you didn’t have a choice, so you grasped the handle, slowly pushing the door open.

To your relief, the one-room cabin was empty. You moved to the bathroom to clear it just in case, like you’d seen on cop shows, but there was no one there. It really was deserted. “We should be safe here.”

You moved around the room as the others filed in, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. You spotted a loose floorboard, and dropped to your knees, starting to pull it up.

A dramatic sigh came from behind you. “What are you doing now?”

You really were going to kill Tim. “Getting us a weapon. You got a problem with that?”

Aidan dropped down beside you as another sigh echoed behind you. “Here, I’ll help.”

“Thanks,” you whispered.

“No problem,” he said, his voice straining as he helped you pull. “Can’t have my wife’s best friend taking all the chances alone, now can I?”

With a final tug, he yanked it loose, holding it out to you victoriously. “Here.”

You smiled and grabbed it with both hands, when you heard a creaking sound coming from outside. The stairs.

“Quick,” you whispered, gesturing everyone back with a wave of your hand. “Against the back wall, now.”

Aidan moved like lightning, getting everyone back and moving to stand in front of them, his hands up, while you made your way to the door, wooden plank at the ready. As you watched the doorknob turn, you held your breath and raised the plank up over your shoulder, ready to bring it down the second the monster entered.

It all happened in an instant. The door opening, the shadows in the doorway, you bringing the wood down, only for it to be stopped mid air while everyone around you started to scream.

“Woah, woah, woah,” a deep voice hit you. You followed the hand holding the other side of your weapon, up the arm until you made eye contact with a pair of deep, green eyes. Human eyes, you were relieved to see.

“Who are you?”

The mystery man chuckled. “I think I should be asking you that question, sweetheart.” He pulled the wood plank out of your grasp, looking at it before tossing it on the ground. “Not very often a beautiful woman tries to hit me over the head with a 2 by 4.” He paused and gave you a once over. “Especially not one in an evening gown. Love the look.”

Your mouth dropped open slightly as he pushed his way past you, followed by an even taller man with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “Hey, wait a second!” you stammered, finding your voice. “That’s mine. You can’t just come in here and take things. You have no idea what’s going on out there.”

He glanced over at you and grinned. “Oh trust me, sweetheart, I know exactly what’s going on. And, that little wooden plank’s not going to do anything against a werewolf.”

“A were…” your voice trailed off as your mind raced to comprehend what he’d just said. No, it couldn’t be. It was impossible. But, then you flashed back to the golden eyes and sharp fangs, and an involuntary shudder ran through you. Nothing was impossible.

“Okay,” you started, your voice thankfully coming out a lot stronger than you felt, as you closed the door and turned towards the two men. “If you think you’re such an expert, then what will hurt a werewolf?”

The green eyed man’s grin returned, but this time it was softer, more natural, like he was pleasantly surprised by your reaction. “What?” you asked, your sarcasm returning. “Did you expect me to faint or run away in the opposite direction?”

He winked at you. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You stepped forward, standing toe to toe with him, although you had to look up slightly. “Yeah, well, I saw those things in action. Monster, werewolf, whatever, I know we can’t afford to underestimate them. So, just tell me what I need to know instead of pulling this whole mystery hero act, okay?”

His eyes widened at that comment, but his smile didn’t fade. If anything, it grew. Before he could respond, the other stranger spoke up. “I’m Sam, and this,” he said, gesturing to the man you were currently staring down, “is my brother, Dean. We’re hunters. We hunt supernatural creatures like the werewolves that attacked you.” He turned his gaze to Lindsay and Aidan, taking in their attire. “It was your wedding? I’m so sorry.”

Lindsay nodded, stifling a little sob, and Aidan wrapped his arm around her. Your bravado fell from your face as you heard your best friend, and you thought you saw Dean’s eyes soften in response, but they hardened again at the sound of rustling leaves outside. “Sammy.”

His brother responded instantly, dropping the duffel bag he was holding and lowering to his knees to unzip it. He pulled out two silver knives and a gun, handing the knives to Dean, who tucked one in his belt, keeping the other one in his hand. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“Silver,” Dean said, gesturing to the knife. “These can kill a werewolf.” He moved to the window, rubbing a circle in the dust so he could see out. “Sammy, we gotta secure the door.”

“Hold on,” you interrupted, drawing the attention of both men. “Aren’t you going to get us out of here? With your weapons, we could get back through the woods to the main road.”

Dean shook his hand. “It’s too dangerous. We’re outnumbered, and we can’t protect all of you with two knives and a gun. We’d be sitting ducks. Besides, it’s too late for that. They’re already here, we wouldn’t be able to get past them anyway.”

“They are?!” you exclaimed, pushing past him to look out the window. “How’d they find us that fast?”

“Probably the same way we did,” Sam said. “Followed the trail you left.”

Dean grunted. “Yeah, you didn’t exactly hide the fact that you came this way. Broken branches, footprints. We were tracking the wolves when we heard them attack, so then we had to start tracking all of you. It wasn’t hard.”

“Sorry,” you muttered. “Next time I run for my life from supernatural killer wolves, I’ll be more discreet.”

Dean chuckled, bringing a small blush to your face. God, Y/N, focus. “Okay, so they’re waiting out there, then we stay in here, right?”

“Mhmm,” Sam said, nodding. He turned to pick out Aidan and Tim. “Hey, help me move this?”

Together, the three of them pushed a large wooden table, one of the few pieces of furniture in the room, in front of the door. “There, that should hold, for a while at least.”

Dean nodded, only half listening, continuing to stare out the window, his eyes darting back and forth at any sign of movement. You looked back up at him, taking in the determined set of his jaw. It surprisingly made you feel just a little bit safer. “So, now what?”

To be continued...Read the exciting conclusion here.

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TW: Non con/Dubious con/NSFW sex act w/supernatural creature. Vampire, chase/hunt prey. Primary Character Dabi (Todoroki)

For @bnhamonsterball 2020 Tumblr/Twitter main event piece 1. A Treat for hibakyochan on Twitter. Beta’d by Imitationicarus. 2k words

Give or take the last three hundred years they’d been alive, this had to be one of the silliest holidays for an immortal to witness. Locally, one would call their kind Kyonshī, but ever since the Halloween concept came to Japan, there was a new term attributed to the undead. Vampires.

Not that the Todoroki clan cared about labels, but this holiday allowed them to come out of the shadows for one day of the year without fear of being discovered. Shibuya train station was the hotbed of Tokyo nightlife for Halloween. There were so many people out and about. The pickings were like a kid in a candy store--all these human’s dressed in an array of costumes. It was a part of their culture, so it made sense this holiday pulled the attention of the Japanese people.

“It’s stupid,” Todoroki Dabi hisses. “Why should we dress like these weirdos?!”

“Because it’s easier to blend in.” His younger brother, Shouto, ignores the tirade and fusses with his cape. “This is how the humans think vampires dress.”

Dabi rolls his eyes. “Capes and stupid looking suits? What’s with your slicked back hair?”

“I enjoy dressing up fancy, and I care if you go out looking like a corpse. So, shut up and get dressed so we can find some food tonight!”

The brothers make their way into a nearby nightclub and slip into one of the shadowed booths. It was easy to move unnoticed through the semi-darkened lounge. Glowing Halloween decor was scattered along the walls. Things like skeletons to pumpkins, ghosts and bats; basically, all the cliche holiday images you could think of. The loud music and disco lighting kept the mindless dancers focused off of the other patrons and boozed up barflies lined the bar counter in giggling packs. So, the only ones paying attention to newcomers were trolling for some action.

It doesn’t take long for interested parties to drop by. Tall and handsome, Shouto found it easy to attract anyone he desired--men and women--but he was mostly interested in the blood scent they gave off. Dabi, with his crazed features, tended to attract humans that were into seedier whims. Well, they’d better, because they were his favorite meal.

Drinks were ordered to keep up appearances, and Shouto already had an attractive brunette draped across his lap. A blond woman in a zombie-esque costume sidles up to Dabi.

“Are you Frankenstein?” the blond questions as she runs her fingers along the textured staples and warped skin covering the exposed areas of Dabi’s body. “Wow! These seem so real!”

“Woman, I’m not that fucked up monster from the movies. This shit is real.”

“Pfft. This fool got himself chopped up and tossed in a fire, so I had to put him back together.” Shouto smirks at his brother. “He’s lucky they missed his heart.”

“Tch,” Dabi grunts and looks away.

“Is that why you’re burned too?” The female on Shouto’s lap asks as she touches the area around his left eye. “You poor baby.”

“Yes.” He teases her lips back to his own, dragging his canines across the flesh before pulling away. “Which is why I need the assistance of a beautiful woman like you.”

“Mmm…” The woman moans at the contact. “Anything you need, cutie.”

“Gross,” Dabi huffs. “You play with your food too much.”

“And you should learn,” Shouto continues to ghost his fingers over the woman’s cheek and neck, pulling more purrs and enchanting her with his stare, “to have a little fun. Makes it so much sweeter.”

“This is why I hate hunting with you.” Dabi stands and pulls the second female to her feet. “Let’s go have some fun blondie.”

The woman giggles and happily allows the man to drag her away. “I didn’t catch your name, mister.”

“Just call me Touya.”

“Touya,” she purrs. “Where are we going for this fun?”

“You’ll see.”

Humans were such gullible creatures. In the old days, they were much more suspicious and difficult to catch, but now, it was child’s play.

Take for instance the ridiculous story about being chopped up. The girls probably thought the siblings were joking. No one believed in supernatural creatures. Vampires, ghosts, and demons were just a bunch of nonsense to scare little kids. Sometimes, Dabi misses the sport of the old days because easy gets boring, and that’s no fun for an immortal.

So, as soon as they reach an alleyway devoid of Halloween revelers, Dabi pushes the woman against a wall. While one hand grips the base of her throat, the fingers of the other toy with her, tracing long fingernails over the contours of her cheek.

“Such a naïve little thing.” He leans in close, licking and teasing the shell of her ear as he talks. “You know it’s not smart to let a strange man take you into a dark alley.”

The pace of her heartbeat steadily rises, and the delicious scent of arousal mixed with fear pours from her flesh.

His knee nudges her legs apart, then seats itself between them, pressing his thigh forward until it rubs against her groin. A whine squeaks out from the woman and catches in her throat when his hand constricts tighter around it.

“Do you like it rough? Cause I do. Now be a good little girl and close your eyes for me. That’s it,” he whispers as he watches her eyes roll back from the lack of air. “Time to take a short nap.”

Dabi picks the woman up, throws her over his shoulder like a sack of rice, and heads for the forests surrounding Mt. Tanzawa. A human traveling this distance would take hours, but for a vampire, it only took just minutes with their preternatural speed. Sort of like jumping through space and time, they moved faster than the naked eye could process. To others watching, they were simply a blur.

“Wake up!” He slaps the woman’s face, hard.

The sting instantly revives her. “W-What’s g-going on?!” The trees blocked out the bulk of the moonlight, making it pitch black. “Where are we?”

“Far outside of Kanagawa.” Dabi grins and leans into one of the scant beams of moonlight. The woman flinches when he flashes the elongated fangs that were not there earlier. “I’ll give you one minute to run before I turn you into my prey.”

“A-are you gonna k-kill me?!”

“Mmm.” He rubs his chin. “I haven’t decided yet. So, get moving!”

The darkness swallows her screams as she takes off running as fast as her legs could carry her. But he knows it’s hard to see where she’s going with brush and fallen tree limbs, rocks and other debris tearing through her clothing. She trips and scrambles to her feet again, tears pouring down her face. Behind her, Dabi’s manic laughter echoes and bounces off the trees making it difficult to pinpoint his location.

“Someone help me!”

“There’s no one for miles,” Dabi replies harshly.

“What do you want from me?!” she cries out.

But her pleas go unanswered this time. He could hear the sounds of brush crunching under her feet as she barrels through the forest. They mask his own movements well, and the further she runs, Dabi could imagine the pain being exacted through lashes all over her skin. ‘Ughhh!’ Dabi groans and licks his lips. The woman smells absolutely delicious! Her blood and sweat trail left in her wake and the fear coursing through her veins! Nope little brother, this is so much sweeter! He loves the pounding of her heartbeat echoing in his eardrums like a primal rhythm driving him wild! It’s been so long since he’d had a meal like this one, and it was time to enjoy it.

He pounces on her from behind and clamps down so quickly, she has no chance to react. The woman’s screams tear through the night along with the puncture of his fangs into the supple white flesh of her neck. She claws in vain wherever she can reach, but the larger Dabi has no problems controlling her writhing body.

“That’s it, scream for me baby,” he mumbles into her skin.

Fuck, she tastes as good as he’d hoped! He sucks gingerly at the coppery blood. There’s no rush to this meal. And besides, the slower he drinks, the longer the heart holds out.

“Please,” the woman whimpers, “I’ll do anything. Just don’t kill me.”

Dabi releases his fangs and flips the blond over.

“Is that so?” Dabi keeps one hand on her throat, and he runs the other between her thighs and up her skirt. She instinctively clenches her legs. “Tch, thought so.”

“No, wait! I’m sorry!” she sobs and relaxes her legs again. “Take it. Please j-just don’t ki-kill me.”

“If you insist.” He grins and releases her neck. “Get the fuck on your hands and knees.”

The blonds shaky body complies, and she assumes the position. Dabi flips her skirt up and tears the fabric of her panties, then releases his own cock. He yanks her hair and wraps his hand around her throat to hold her still.

“You’re being such a good girl.” His icy breath fans over her skin, causing her to shiver. “And if you satisfy my dick, I’ll let you live.”

His cold hard cock buries itself in the woman’s tight and hot pussy.

“Fuck— yeah,” he moans, pounding relentlessly into the woman.

Her pussy was so perfectly tight, it practically sucked his dick in. She couldn’t control her body’s reaction to his conquest as sticky liquid trails down her thigh. Her quieted sobbing falls on deaf ears with Dabi too engrossed in plundering his prey.

“You should feel special, blondie.” He leans in close and licks her cheek. “Not many can say they’ve been fucked by a vampire and lived.” Dabi laughs. “Course no one’s gonna believe you, either!”

The swell of his impending orgasm triggers his icy blue eyes to turn blood red. Dabi pulls her up until they’re both just on their knees and bites down on her neck once more. He grabs her hips hard, and his sharp nails dig into the flesh.

Her moans echo into the still night air as a different set of heat floods her entire body. It was a chemical from his bite that brought on the wave of euphoria. It wasn’t something he always used to placate his prey, but it was harder to control during sex and simply came out.

She weaves one hand behind his head, and another around his ass and thigh seemingly begging for more contact.

“Tou—ya...” she purrs, his name dribbling over and over from her lips as he rides out his orgasm.

“Damn bitch,” Dabi sneers after unhinging his fangs from her throat. “Don’t get comfortable unless you wanna become my sex slave.” He knew it was just the spell making her so compliant, but frankly, the idea was appealing to him. Been a century since his last one. With all the blood loss, the woman is slowly losing consciousness. Sent into a dream world created by the chemicals of lust and the toxins from his bite. Perhaps he’d unlocked a side of her that she’d never known existed?

“I-I want more,” she whispers.

Dabi pulls out roughly and turns her around. “What did you say, slut? Getting turned on are ya?”

“I-I don’t know,” she cries, tears falling down her cheeks and skin tingling from the icy grip of his fingers. “I l-like it…”

“Hmm, maybe I could have a little more fun with you after all. What’s your name, bitch?”

“T-Toga.”

Dabi’s eyes flash red with the most sinister of smiles, then pricks his own finger on one of his fangs. He smears a drop of his blood on Toga’s lips before forcing her to suck more of it in. And as her eyes slowly turn red, he smirks.

#bnhamonsterball #trigger warnings #bnha #dabi todoroki #dabi #Bnha dabi #vampire #halloween event #tw: noncon #tw: violence #tw: sex #tw: prey

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hirazuki · 4 years

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Ooo I'm curious about your hot takes on the Inuyasha reboot after reading your tags 👀

Ahaha, where to start XD Idk if they are hot takes, but here are my thoughts in bullet point form for coherency, I couldn’t figure out how else to organize them. Under a cut, as usual, because it got lengthy... as usual :D

We are 13 episodes in, and I still have no idea wtf is going on or what the series is actually about. And yes, I’m aware that we didn’t know of Naraku’s existence or of the overarching plot until at least episode 16 of that series either and Inuyasha was still very episodic in nature at that early point too, but here’s the thing: Inuyasha did not build upon a pre-existing series. For better or for worse, Yashahime has certain expectations to live up to that the original anime didn’t, by virtue of its being a sequel. Unfair? Maybe, but tough; that’s what happens when you make a sequel. Additionally, despite us not knowing The Main Plot™ of Inuyasha until later, the basic framework for it was laid out clearly by... episode 2? I think? Find and collect the Shikon Jewel shards. Boom, done. Were there distractions or fillers? Sure, but you never got the sense that the characters simply up and forgot about the shards. Even in fillers, the shards often made some kind of appearance. With Yashahime, there’s like three potential storylines going on: 1. The most obvious: most of our main cast from the OG is missing; where are they? Apparently no one in-story cares! :D Inuyasha, who’s that lol. I’m all for a sequel focusing on the new generation with cameos of the old crew; after all, they already had their own series. But this is like... no one cares about them? No one talks about them? And the more characters go about not mentioning them, the stronger their absence is felt. Like, for instance, Kaede knows Moroha is InuKag’s daughter. Moroha grew up on her own, doesn’t know her parents. Kaede doesn’t mention them to Moroha, doesn’t even spare a passing thought about them for the audience’s benefit, Moroha doesn’t ask. Kagome’s family in the present day meet Moroha, recognize her as Kagome’s daughter and... say nothing??? Souta shows Towa Kagome and Inuyasha’s old photos, but doesn’t say a word to Moroha?! Like. It makes no sense. By people not even acknowledging their existence, it makes the fact that they are nowhere to be found even weirder. Also the new gen girls don’t care about their parents or finding out who they were/are... like, okay, it would maybe be in character for one or two of them, but all three don’t give a fuck??? 2. Kirinmaru/the rainbow pearls: Idk how familiar you are with the story, but similar deal with Naraku and the shards here. Kirinmaru is being set up as the villain, still a mysterious figure; our new gen trio is supposed to collect the rainbow pearls that... some of his henchmen have? Or he is after them? Or is that Riku? Unclear. ANYWAY the new gen girls often forget all about the pearls’ existence :D 3. Setsuna’s memories: Setsuna’s dreams have been stolen by the dream butterfly and they need to get them back, because without her dreams she has no memories and is unable to sleep. Cool! Finally a solid, easy-to-follow plot line! Except wait! Towa, who supposedly made it her goal to get Setsuna’s sleep back, forgets all about it! All the time! Like, none of them make an effort to look into this other than being like “oh yeah, know anything about the dream butterfly?” to random folks every now and then. The Inugang back in the day was putting some grad school level research towards their goals, just saying. It just feels like everything’s all wishy-washy and there’s nothing really solid tying the series together. People just remember shit exists when it’s convenient.

Character development is MIA. I’m not expecting ground-breaking char dev in 13 episodes (though I do know 12 episode series that were phenomenal in that regard), but like... I do expect the series to focus on building the dynamics between the main three characters. So far, the series is more focused on teasing the audience with glimpses and promises of the OG cast instead. The creators are using nostalgia and bait (esp of a certain pairing) to drive interest in the series, rather than developing the new characters as fully-fledged characters for their own sakes.

Moroha is was the only thing I actually liked about the series. She is a little spitfire and you can somehow instantly see both Inuyasha and Kagome in her, while she also remains very uniquely herself; I have never seen such a successfully developed main pairing child in any series. She featured quite prominently in the first few episodes -- and unlike both her parents, she’s got a great memory and knowledge of lore -- where she balanced funny moments with badass fighting moments and being the token supernatural encyclopedia. It was great! And then... they’ve like... forgotten her. She’s been left behind so many times by the twins. She’s the butt of every joke. She’s become the type of comic relief that’s, well, insulting. More like a buffoon than anything else. And it’s basically all for the sake of giving the floor to Towa :/

Setsuna is okay. Not offensive, but unremarkable. She’s got her dad’s personality but like way toned down due to her different growing up circumstances, which is nice, but like... I feel she isn’t given any room to grow or breathe or anything. She’s also basically there as a device to enhance Towa’s development.

Towa... oy. I tried to like her, I really did, but she just doesn’t work for me. They set her up having a very Kurosaki Ichigo type deal with beating up bullies and getting into trouble at school and shit -- I’m fine with that. That’s cool. Esp if it’s linked to not feeling like she fits in bc she’s a hanyou? Awesome. Except once she travels back in time to the feudal era it’s all “Oh killing is bad you shouldn’t kill people” and “even though they attacked me I can’t possibly hurt them” and “you need to empathize and talk things out” and “friendship is magic” and shit. It feels like she had a personality transplant, it literally makes no sense. Her design is totally nonsensical too -- out of everyone at her school, she’s the only one dressed in a bright white suit? Do protags not wear the school uniform? Someone should tell Kagome lmao. She’s a pro at hand to hand, and she can absorb demons’ powers and fling them back at them like a personified Tessaiga, and she has a lightsaber sword, and she’s immune to miasma, and -- like... you get it. It’s too much. It’s way too OP for the type of universe that Inuyasha/Yashahime is set in. She’s hanyou for fuck’s sake; remember all the training Inuyasha had to go through? When he couldn’t lift his sword? When his sword attacked him? Sango, Miroku, Kagome, even Sesshomaru all had trouble with their weapons and had to work to become stronger. But Towa? Nope. Towa is straight out of the Yas Queen/Girl Boss manual, so she gets a free pass on everything.

UGH they are doing the VLD/bad writing thing where things happen (like, BIG THINGS) and none of the characters actually react to them. Or stuff happens and there are no consequences. No one ever talks about anything. It’s wild.

Everyone has amnesia!! :D People either don’t know or don’t remember anything or anyone. People who absolutely should know things all of a sudden magically don’t know them. Like, Kohaku -- traveled with an undead priestess, spent years in the company of demons, traveled with Sesshomaru... and yet had NO CLUE that Setsuna is Sesshomaru’s daughter or that she is hanyou, despite her living and working with his team of demon slayers all this time. Like... how, man. How. And Kaede! Don’t get me started. Since when does she perpetuate random demon-boogeyman type stories as facts? Demon children will kill each other in the nest so that only the strongest one will survive, therefore Setsuna must have killed Towa when they were infants. O_O What are they, sharks? Has she been hanging out with Kisame? Wtf?? And she’s speaking about Sess’s kids as though she doesn’t know him or anything about him, when she has had Rin under her roof all these years. It just makes. no. sense.

Things that happened in the original series are happening again now! Because that’s the best we’ve got, recycled plot elements wooo! No, but really, characters that died or things that were resolved in Inuyasha keep coming back. Why? What was the purpose of bringing back Kinka and Ginka? To have a foil for Towa and Setsuna as twins? Someone please tell Sunrise they can just create new characters. Like, it’s one thing to have call backs to the original or cameos, references, whatever. But like... this is entire (dead) characters and interactions.

No one knows how long it’s been since the original series ended. Fans initially heard 20 years from promo material, then “over 15″ and “10 years since” in-series regarding two different events, and now in a future episode summary we’ve gotten 18 years since Hosenki II gave Inuyasha the black pearl. But like, which black pearl? Because the one in Inuyasha’s eye doesn’t exist anymore, but Hosenki II had told Inuyasha that it would take 100 years for him to produce one. So, are we retconning that or where the fuck did it come from? Also, this doesn’t help one bit, it just confuses things even more. Back to the point, though, we have no coherent timeline or real frame of reference whatsoever, and I’m betting it’s in large part to keep the mystery of who is Sesshomaru’s wife going, as it keeps Rin’s age very vague. Everything is vague and mysterious in Yashahime, to the point where no one knows what’s going on, in fandom or in-story even. It’s kinda like how too much plot twist/shock reveal ruins a story, too much mystery does the same. It’s insane that both shippers and antis of that ship can lay equal claim that the “18 years since” announcement works in their favor.

tl;dr: Idk man, Yashahime is a clusterfuck of a series. Even if the mother of Sess’s twins is either of the characters I ship him with, I will still not like the series. There’s no saving this writing. Every episode feels like this:

#baked-hylian #i've been wanting to rant for a while about this series thanks for enabling me! :D #i'm actually not upset about this sequel which is amazing; i thought for sure it would impact my love for the OG but nope!#it is so wild and out there that my brain literally cannot comprehend it as part of the same material #i'm just watching it out of the kind of morbid curiosity you'd watch a horrifying experiment with #and watching the fandom drama too ofc #popcorn in hand #so it's a win-win all around ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#talk: yh

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Sebastian’s Backstory (Analysis)

From 2x09 I think we can piece together some of Sebastian’s backstory. So here is my very long analysis/recap on what we know about Sebastian’s backstory and what parts I think are the truth and what parts are lies.

CHILDHOOD (1570s-1580s)

At 8 years old, Sebastian’s parents sold him to merchant ship. This suggests he grew up in a poor family and probably didn’t have much of a childhood to begin with.

Sebastian continuously ran away from the ship, but the crew always found him. He was either really bad at running away, or the crew had a few supernatural members on board who could track him. Werewolves or vampires could do it by scent. Witches could do it by using an object he owned.

They punished him, likely with some form of torture, perhaps magical in nature. This happened repeatedly over the years, likely at every port they visited.

When Sebastian was 17, he was turned into a vampire. This was after 9 years of being enslaved to this merchant ship. It’s quite possible he found a way to convince someone to turn him into a vampire so he could fight back.

Sebastian likely slaughtered his entire crew and took over the ship. He became a pirate and killed so much that he gained the nickname “Sebastian the Merciless.” His ship flew the pirate flag, black with a white skull and crossbones.

He added other vampires to his crew and they went searching for things to steal or people to attack (Alaric calls them marauding vampire pirates). He would have needed some non-vampires to man the ship during the day, probably a witch or two on board.

ROANOKE (1587-1590)

His ship came to the Colonies (America) and he stopped at Roanoke. It is likely he met Cassandra there since she was involved with the townspeople and subject to their rules.

In Roanoke, Sebastian continued to be a monster. He still fed on humans while he fell in love with Cassandra. She obviously saw some good in him because she protected him from the town leadership, even going so far as to summon a monster worse than him so the town wouldn’t discover him.

Cassandra desiccated him to save him from the monster she summoned, and he watched from a spectral state as she was torn apart by the monster. She left the token that could destroy the monster around his neck in his coffin.

Somehow his coffin was moved from Roanoke to Mystic Falls. It’s unclear why it was in the basement of the Salvatore school or how long it has been there.

Sebastian claims to have been in that coffin for 483 years. Judging by his backstory, I think he is lying. He was likely a vampire for at least a few years before he was desiccated. I find it unlikely he became a vampire, formed a vampire pirate crew, and fell in love with a witch all in the span of one year, especially considering how much longer it took to sail on the ocean in that time period. But it is still possible that he was indeed desiccated at 17. We can only guess whether he was telling the truth or not. (I did the math, and if Sebastian really was desiccated in Roanoke, he would have only been desiccated for a maximum of 440 years.)

AWAKENING (September 2028)

MG and Kaleb splashed some blood onto Sebastian’s coffin while they were moving the blood fountain. It was enough to allow Sebastian to reach out to someone “fragile minded.” He chose Lizzie for unknown reasons.

Continuously, he warns her he is dangerous while flirting with her. He is definitely saying the right things to get close to her, and when they go on their date, he asks for what he needs. I think it’s important to note that he asks her if she has a supply of human blood and does not ask her to give him any of her blood. She probably would have if he’d asked, but he does not want to harm her or accidentally kill her if he drinks too much.

MG interrupts and tells Lizzie she’s seeing things, thereby breaking Lizzie’s connection to Sebastian, so Sebastian reaches out to MG.

MG won’t help him, so Sebastian takes advantage of Wade. It’s important to note that he doesn’t kill Wade. The Sebastian of the past would have killed him without a thought, but Sebastian of the present lets him go once he has enough blood to restore himself.

Sebastian lurks around the school and tries to attack Kym in the woods, but MG and Kaleb stop him.

When the Croatoan is on the loose, Sebastian offers MG sensitive information about his past to help them defeat it. He could have let the Croatoan wipe everyone out, or withheld the information until many more were slaughtered, but he gave MG the information as soon as he remembered it. He specifically mentioned that he didn’t want Lizzie to be killed by the monster.

Vardemus meets with Sebastian and decides he should be enrolled in the school to keep him from attacking people on the streets. Since this is Clarke, he may have had other plans for Sebastian, but we can’t know what that might have been.

THE SALVATORE SCHOOL (October-December 2028)

Lizzie makes Sebastian a daylight ring so that he can go pick up Landon with her. Sebastian says he wants to drink human blood, and Lizzie tries to ditch him on the side of the road.

Sebastian kills Landon. I fully believe that someone has told him that Landon is a phoenix and will come back to life if he’s killed. He was likely curious to see how that worked and probably did it mostly to annoy Lizzie. Landon wasn’t threatening Lizzie when it happened, and Sebastian isn’t just going to snap someone’s neck for no reason (at least not now).

Sebastian is charged with changing out the flat tire, even though he’s never done that before. He somehow manages to do it, but now that we know he worked on a ship, that kind of handy work wouldn’t be too bad for him.

Lizzie is not accepting his advances, so he reminds her he’s dangerous and grabs her neck. His gamble succeeds and she’s into the idea of danger. Sebastian and Lizzie have sex on the hood of her car.

Sebastian admits that the world has been cruel to him and that he wants to stay at the Salvatore school.

Sebastian and Lizzie have a lot of sex back at the Salvatore school, and they make out in the hallways. It’s safe to say the whole school, minus the teachers, know that she and Sebastian are kind of a thing.

Alaric tells Sebastian that he’ll have to pass some tests if he is to stay at the school. He has Landon administer the tests because he will come back to life if Sebastian kills him.

Sebastian makes an effort with the werewolves.

Sebastian recognizes that Alyssa set a trap for him by cutting herself on purpose. He has incredible self control. Literally every other vampire in the room has red eyes and fangs bared, but Sebastian is completely calm the whole time.

Sebastian helps calm down MG when MG’s ripper side takes over. He didn’t need to do this, but he obviously cares about MG enough to stop him from making a huge mistake. He knows about rippers and has likely seen some in his time.

Sebastian warns Landon that he should be worrying about MG and Alyssa instead of him.

Landon takes Sebastian to see the witches. Alyssa tries to get him to fail the tests again by using her magical orb to read his deepest feelings. It’s pretty clear that he’s hoping Alyssa will see how much he desires Lizzie and get embarrassed by his feelings. Instead she sees the truths he can’t even admit to himself yet. 1) The modern world is terrifying, 2) He’s afraid they won’t let him stay at the school, 3) He’s afraid they’ll find out about his past and throw him away “like trash off the side of a boat.” Alyssa’s word choice here makes me wonder if the feelings orb revealed anything about his piratey past. And then lastly, 4) He knows Lizzie is better than him and that he doesn’t deserve her.

Sebastian reacts badly, throwing Landon off of him, and then the witches use a spell on him. Lizzie stops them, and Sebastian looks genuinely terrified. He runs from them, embarrassed and wounded. I think what Alyssa said served as a big wakeup call to him. He has a past that he can’t escape, and he’s afraid that he will end up hurting Lizzie.

Sebastian works out his frustrations by practicing his sword work in the gym. Landon comes to talk to him. Sebastian opens up to him about his past on the merchant ship and how he was tortured.

Sebastian leaves campus and feeds on a girl jogging outside at night. Alaric has followed him and shoots him with a crossbow. I fully believe Sebastian knew Alaric was following him. He lured Alaric away from the campus to get him to stop him.

Alaric has discovered Sebastian is “Sebastian the Merciless,” a vampire pirate, but he’s still willing to give Sebastian a second chance. Sebastian could easily take this chance. He could act grateful and get the chance to stay at the school and sleep with Lizzie to his heart’s content. A true villain would accept that offer.

But Sebastian claims he’s controlling Lizzie and that he’s had sex with her all around the school. He says things that target Alaric’s anger. He’s goading him into attacking him. I fully believe Sebastian wanted to die to protect Lizzie. He felt that his past was too much to overcome and that she would be better off without him.

Alaric temporarily locks Sebastian up. Either Emma got a last minute flight or Alaric anticipated this happening and had her on standby. Emma helps to lock Sebastian in the prison world the twins made for Kai.

THE PRISON WORLD (February 17, 2018 - prison worlds run on a loop)

Sebastian encounters Alaric, Josie, and Lizzie in the prison world. He clearly knows that Alaric has sent multiple students to the prison world because he says “The miseducation of young minds.”

TL;DR - Sebastian has killed many people, but he is capable of love. He’s willing to sacrifice himself to protect Lizzie. Basically, there’s a lot more to Sebastian than we’re seeing.

[Updated 1/29/20]

#legacies #legacies meta #sizzie #sebastian the merciless #lizzie saltzman #who knew i would be writing legacies meta #under the cut bc it got really long

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imjeralee · 4 years

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Comfort in Despair: Chapter 2 - Hello Darkness, My Old Friend

Leon x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Note: This is my Leon fic!!!!! Originally posted on Archive of Our Own.

Summary:

Galar is rich in folklore and tales of the supernatural.

As a Pokemon Researcher who specialises in ghost types, this is a great opportunity for you to investigate and learn more about the paranormal.

Along the way, you meet Leon (in the most awkward way possible) who becomes embroiled in your adventures.

^ Basically this story is about ghosts :/

Rating: General/Teen

Warnings: None! But dis fic be scary sometimes

Extra Note: If this was an anime episode it would be called 立ち去った、悪霊！チャンピオンダンデと祓魔師の冒険！ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘

Hello Darkness, My Old Friend

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["It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter." - The Hobbit, J. R. R. Tolkien]

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This would be the first time you have had someone properly accompany you during your excursions; a long time ago, Sonia was eager to come with you but unfortunately she wasn't quite able to stay awake during most of the night and you had to continue on without her, leaving her fast asleep in the tent with Yamper.

Also, you don't want to endanger her in either way, otherwise Magnolia may not forgive you. You're close to them and Magnolia wouldn't say such things to you in person but you know deep inside that you mustn't jeopardise her granddaughter.

It's nice to have a companion for a change.

"I mean, for once, I don't need to fill in the silence by talking to myself," you utter to yourself under your breath and it's completely due to force of habit but Leon overhears and throws his glance to you.

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing."

It's true though.

Leon and yourself meander down the path with Charizard lumbering behind you. Although you're not sure if it is the right thing to allow Leon to come with you, a part of you is wondering if things might end up differently if you tackled this one as a group rather than just going solo. There is still no sign of the house however.

"This can be very dangerous," you warn him again but he's looking very optimistic.

"Charizard will protect us!" he exclaims with boyish enthusiasm, a type of naïveté which you find rather bemusing because you wonder how he will react once he sees a ghost....though you do inwardly cringe about the thought of Leon running away whilst screaming his head off.

Meanwhile, Charizard emits an all-knowing snort and nods his head. They both look confident and comfortable.

"Ghosts are an entirely different thing, Leon."

"Yeah, but do you have any pokemon?"

You stop in your tracks immediately, cheeks feeling warm as Leon pauses as well, quietly observing your reaction. Without looking at him, you mutter out, "K-kind of, I have my sister's pokemon but I don't want to use them. If anything happened to them I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

"Okay, so you don't have any pokemon with you?" Leon says, crossing his arms. Although he's wearing baggy clothes, his sleeves still go taut from the motion and you can see the outlines of his rock hard biceps which you had grabbed not too long ago.

You clear your throat, trying not to think about that incident and focus on what is presently at hand at this moment. It's refreshing to see him fully-dressed in his sweats for a change. You're used to seeing pictures of him in the champion attire consisting of the red cape, tight black t-shirt, white shorts and tights. He's kept his snapback, however.

Shaking your head in response to his question, a look of surprise crosses his handsome face.

"It's incredibly dangerous to go into the Wild Area without a pokemon partner. I could send you back to the Meetup Spot right now," he says.

Your cheeks go pink as he tells you off and you hang your head low whilst kicking a stone in your path, pouting. "As long as I have my stash of pokedolls and I don't go into the tall grass, I'm fine..."

He breaks into a grin at your defeated response, "I was kidding!"

You don't get his humour as he continues to chuckle; your clueless expression must be priceless to him.

He adds, "It's fine, I can help catch a pokemon for you."

"...You don't need to catch a pokemon for me. I've always been going to the Wild Area without any pokemon."

"Miss, if you insist on wandering the Wild Area alone in the dark with no pokemon... as Champion of Galar and for the sake of your safety, I insist that I must stay by your side for the remainder of the night."

You give him an incredulous look. “Do you say that to every girl you come across or am I special?”

He starts spluttering immediately, your comment has taken him completely off guard. “W-what? N-no, I don't say to every girl-"

You watch as he continues stuttering.

"Uh, I don't talk to a lot of girls but when I do, I usually wouldn’t... I wouldn’t say-"

It seems to be growing worse.

"I mean, I had to say that because you are special-"

"Leon, relax, I was joking," you chuckle under your breath and Leon ends up offering you an awkward grin. "C'mon, let's go."

You begin to pick up pace once again with Leon on your left and Charizard moves to your right. Compared to you, he is so cheerful and enthusiastic, even at this time at night. He looks happy and so the conversation continues.

"What's this all about then?" he asks.

"A client says he came across a haunted house around these parts so I'm going to investigate," you reply, "this isn't anything new, Leon. I'll get to the bottom of this soon."

He blinks wide-eyed for a few seconds, "And uh, how long have you been researching pokemon?"

"About five years."

"I recognise your name – you live with Sonia and Professor Magnolia, right?"

"Yeah."

"They've mentioned you several times. It's a shame we never got a chance to meet until now."

"Likewise," you reply, throwing a glance to your radio which you have fished out from your bag.

"You know who I am, don't you?"

"Of course I do, and even if I didn't, you said it yourself there anyway," you utter, although the majority of your attention is focused on the radio, "I didn't expect to meet you here though."

His face grows red as he rubs the back of his neck with his large palm. "...Charizard and I are undertaking some private training. Isn't that right, big guy?"

Charizard nods happily and swings his bulky tail around in the air and you have to hop to avoid the wagging of his tail until he accidentally smacks into you and something hot slaps you on the rear and begins to grow hotter and hotter.

Sniffing the air, the atmosphere begins to become laced with the smell of burning plastic and you quickly throw a glance behind you. You are greeted with the sight of bright orange flames tickling your backside and your eyes widen.

"I'M ON FIRE!!!"

A bug-eyed look is Leon's response when he turns round and gets an eyeful. The back of your coat is indeed, covered in flames. "Charizard! Be careful!" he reprimands the flame pokemon. There is no hint of malice in his voice but he is stern.

Charizard's apology consists of a couple of snorts and loud huffing as you begin running around aimlessly in a panic.

"Um, drop to the floor and roll around!" Leon yells so you throw yourself to the ground in front of him and begin rolling but the fire doesn't go away so easily.

Fortunately for you, you spy a deep puddle up ahead that is being perused by a Lotad so you get back up and leap heftily towards it.

The Lotad hurriedly scurries away as soon as it senses your incoming arrival and your back meets the puddle. Water goes splashing everywhere but you are saved. You exhale noisily with relief as the flames are extinguished and there is a loud yet satisfying 'tssssssss' following as smoke begins to seep out from under your back, evaporating into the air in silky white wisps.

Leon heads up to you sheepishly and stands before you; you swerve your eyes up and your gazes meet as he removes his snapback, cradling it in his hands, "I am so sorry. Are you okay?"

"........Yeah."

"I'll make it up to you," he pulls something out from his bag and lifts it out.

It's a Burn Heal.

You cannot help but roll your eyes and sigh under your breath. "I'm fine. Let's just keep going."

Leon sticks his hand out for you which you take and he helps you back onto your feet once again.

"....Thanks," you say with a wince as Charizard looks at you with very wet eyes, "It's okay, dude. No big deal."

You reach a hand to pat him on the horns but then it dawns to you that maybe you should've asked Leon for permission first. The thought hadn't crossed your mind therefore you're quick to retreat and Leon notices, emitting a laugh.

"Go on, he likes to be petted. And he loves tummy rubs too."

"O-oh, right...Cool." you pat Charizard's horn and his tail slams up and down over the ground with affection. "Hey, Leon. How bad is it?"

Leon tiptoes round you to inspect your back. Your coat is waterproof so the material is more durable but you're not sure whether it is flame retardant to a certain degree or not so Leon takes note that it is charred and black all over, especially at your ass. Good news, Charizard's flames didn't burn right through to your trousers and panties. However, Leon does stare for a fraction longer than necessary which warrants you to turn and look at him curiously in response.

He clears his throat, returns to your side, fitting his snapback over his soft and fluffy purple hair. "I'll pay for the damage."

You shake your head.

After that shenanigan, the conversation and any further attempts to interact fizz out like a dying candle in the wind. You're far more invested with finding the damn house and the quicker you find it the better.

On the way, you continue fiddling with the radio and try to grab a signal as you hold it high and low in the air and Leon often throws wary glances at you and your device but says nothing of it. You wander down the path, looking up and around and Leon halts in his path all of a sudden.

"What is it?"

"There," he has spotted a distant glow ahead; it would have been difficult to see if either of you had taken a few steps further. "Do you see that?"

You follow to where he is pointing and indeed, a small trickle of light can be seen peeping out between the thick leaves of the trees and it's suspicious enough; you move towards the bushes, pulling all the thick fauna and branches and leaves away until you are greeted with the brief outline of a large and dark building.

"Leon, you found it!" you exclaim happily.

Oh thank Arceus above! Finally, some good news!! Grinning widely, you look at each other at the same time, elevated to have achieved the goal and it seems everything has returned to normal; there is no awkwardness, no more silence between you, and it occurs to you that he has a really nice smile.

"L-let's go," you stutter out as your heart decides to thud harder than usual and you speedily abort eye contact.

You feel your cheeks growing warm as Leon nods.

The house is completely off path. You have to wade through extensive, overgrown fauna and step through some slimy mud, occasionally getting your foot stuck if Leon wasn't here to help you. Charizard trails after the two of you and snorts as he gets caught in low-hanging branches and he waves his claws around as tiny insects buzz around him. It appears to be a normal path but soon it grows to a long-winded nature trail that takes you far from the main path which the gym challengers are supposed to stick to.

After a long trek that seemed to go on and on, you find yourself in front of a large and dilapidated house and you whip out your book, glancing at the diagram you drew before you spare another glance at the house once again.

"This is it," you say, as Leon peers over your shoulder to look at your drawing. "It's been abandoned for years."

Your drawing matches the house perfectly. The house is as your client described - a two storey mansion, derelict, one single door. Georgian architecture with symmetrical, long and thin, tall windows. There is only one light visible from the top floor, second window from the right.

"Must be a master bedroom, the old man's bedroom perhaps....it must be the source..." you murmur as you look at it in awe.

You proceed to take a step forwards and as though sensing your presences, all the lights flicker on with soft orange glows emitting from all windows.

Leon and Charizard stare at the spectacle, stunned.

"It knows we're here," you murmur under your breath again, "...Note to self: perhaps it is a sentient being?"

"Huh?"

"N-never mind, I'm just talking to myself again."

"Oh, uh...shall we go in?"

You nod without further ado and promptly make a move towards the house until you remember you are not alone; glancing at Leon, you say, "Leon, you don't need to go inside with me. I can take it from here."

He shakes his head. "I'm going with you. I'll protect you," he replies, and your cheeks grow pink once again.

You're aware he means it literally of course, but sometimes when a guy says such words to a girl...

Well... a girl might get the wrong idea.

"Thanks, Leon. I really appreciate this," you utter, before you pull out a small pouch from your pocket and hand it to him, "Take this; it's salt. Salt repels evil spirits. Use it if you need to, create a salt circle and sit in it, all the way until dawn. Keep this with you at all times."

He accepts the packet of salt with some uncertainty. "Thanks."

You give a packet to Charizard but he just ends up tearing it in half and the contents fall to the ground.

You don't bother telling them about anything else that repels or protects evil spirits because he already has your good luck charm and the salt and that should be enough so you proceed to go up to the front door. Leon follows you with Charizard at his heels. They are both on high alert.

They're extremely brave considering they're dabbling into the unknown and you're stunned they want to continue to stay with you because you have finally located the house and do not require further assistance. They're not as scared as you thought they would be.

Once you're at the door, you swallow down, take a deep breath and knock on the wood and wait as a low, creaky groan emits and echoes around the house. You use the time to inspect the door as no minor or detail feature should be left out although all you can see is that the door is rusted and dull. Only the handle shows use as it's smooth and shiny, indicating many hands have touched this doorknob prior.

"Why are you knocking?" Leon asks in a hushed whisper as he peers over your shoulder.

"It's polite," is your reply.

The door opens.

You and Leon exchange a brief glance as it creaks open a small fraction before you push open the door as wide as possible and you shine your torch inside, the light illuminating the dark walls and revealing an empty corridor.

It's silent.

At the very end of the corridor is a lone door.

This particular door is ajar and a thin outline of orange lines the walls indicating the light is on within. You can see shadows flitting around too, giving the false pretence that there are people here.

You are about to step inside further until Leon holds his arm out.

"I'll go in first," he says.

His demeanour has changed from goofy goofball to the serious and brave champion of Galar. You stare in surprise at the sudden change as he passes you, strolling in the house without any tremble in his step, followed by Charizard who is keen to protect his best friend.

You tell him that it's best to retrace your client's steps so your group ventures through the corridor, taking note of the staircase to the right that leads to the second floor before you head towards the door and Leon firmly grasps the awaiting handle and pushes down, opening the door.

You watch as Leon enters the room first with Charizard and you slide inside after him.

It's a room.

You do not see or hear anything out of the ordinary as you glance around; it is nothing but an empty room with peeling wallpaper. There are no furniture, no painting or portrait on the wall, no carpet. There are only two windows in the room, showing the bleary night and trees wavering in the wind outside.

However, you can’t deny that something is off about this room.

The atmosphere is suffocating and you draw in heavy breaths.

”Leon, be careful,” you say, “...there’s something evil here. I can sense it.”

Leon and Charizard continue looking up and around until the drastic drop in room temperatures causes you to grow still, having sensed an ominous presence. Numerous chills run down your spine and as your chest goes stiff and your breath begins to shorten, you slowly avert your focus to one corner.

An old man dressed in dirty rags stands with his back to you, facing the wall.

It's as your client had described.

You grab Leon by the arm and point at the apparition; he's seeing what you're seeing too whilst Charizard is ready to attack.

However, you shout, "Who are you? Reveal yourself!"

Immediately, the room flares into life at your demand.

The old man turns, revealing a disgusting, grotesque and deformed face before a scream erupts into the room and the apparition zooms towards your group.

You gasp as Leon throws himself over you and you're pulled into his thick and sturdy chest and Charizard attacks out of fear. Flames burst forth from his mouth and once the flames die away, the old man is nowhere to be seen though you do hear the little pitter patter of footsteps rushing away.

Whilst Leon clutches you firmly and Charizard pants heavily, you have pinpointed the source of the horrendous screaming, locating it to the top left corner of the room where you see the wavy silhouette of a Misdreavus who quickly disappears into thin air after being spotted as well as a Chandelure that dissolves into the atmosphere.

The screaming stops at once and the lights go off in a split second, bathing everyone in darkness; the only source of light is from Charizard's tail and your torch.

Whilst Charizard huffs, Leon is still holding you tightly.

Strange. Your heart is thudding even harder than before and not from the apparition but rather your close proximity with the Champion... and you're sure he can tell as your chests are pressed together so tightly and your nose is pushed into the soft, downy fabric of his hooded sweater. He smells of musk, fire and earth and his arms are looped around you protectively whilst your fingers curl over his broad shoulders. Your heart gradually races even harder against your ribs when you realise no-one has held you like this before, especially a man.

He swerves his glance down to you. You're not as tall as Leon so when you look up timidly and your eyes meet, you both look away and his grip loosens on you and you're quickly released. He steps away from you, clearing his throat and when you steal a look at him, you see that there is a spray of pink dusting his cheeks.

"W-well, that explains the screaming and the lights," you stutter, trying to calm your racing heart, "I-it's a Misdreavus and a Chandelure."

You do not receive a response; Leon is silent.

".....A-are you okay?" you croak.

"Y-yeah," he finally grunts out, rubbing the back of his neck, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Whoo, sweet mother of Cherrim, that was something, right?" you laugh awkwardly as you stand near each other in the room, "I gotta hand it to you, Leon, y-you must be a...a sociopath or something if that didn't scare you. And a highly-functioning sociopath to be exact."

You wonder if you should've said psychopath instead; no matter, you had meant that in the best way possible but Leon's expression forces you to stop laughing.

"You're okay too," he points out.

"I see these kinds of things often, it is so unoriginal it doesn't scare me anymore," you say as you fold your arms gently behind your back.

"...What kind of things scare you?"

What a funny question to ask, but you suppose you can humour him. "I'll tell you when all of this is over."

"Okay. So, what was that?"

"An illusion," you reply as you take a deep breath. "Allow me to elaborate."

Leon watches as you begin your analysis, stepping around the room.

"I noticed there's no dust here or outside in the corridor. Not a single speck. It's been regularly maintained which tells me this place is important to the occupants. It's their home and it's special to them."

You begin walking around Leon and Charizard, strolling in circles until you nonchalantly step over to where the old man was standing and immediately go on all fours, sniffing the ground whilst Leon and Charizard watch your display with mystified expressions.

"This smell is....Pecha berries," you finish after sniffing the air, before you reach forwards to grab a pluck of rough black fur that is sticking out from one of the gaps of the floorboards.

"Is that from a pokemon?"

"Yep. A Zorua or Zoroark, maybe. They're masters in the art of illusion."

Leon crosses his arms with a smile playing on his lips; he looks impressed with your findings.

You move to stand, dusting your palms again and placing them on your hips, nodding to yourself.

"Mm-hm. That about sums it up. This is it's home and it's not alone. I'm guessing a lot of ghost pokemon live here and maybe even some dark types. They're harmless and I highly doubt there's actually any ghosts here, just pokemon. They probably just enjoy pranking people or scaring people who stumble across here so they're working together to create the ruse of a haunted house and – "

You are interrupted in your explanation when you are violently swept off your feet by an unseen force, your body tossed into the air like a ragdoll and flung against the wall to the far left.

Leon and Charizard rush over immediately as you drop to the floor and roll to your stomach, face-down. "Are you okay?!"

You hiss in pain as Leon helps you up, "Ouch. Uh...yeah, I'm okay. No need to worry, this happens to me a lot too...." you end up croaking out, though you can't help but shiver as soon as the room becomes blanketed with an impermeable darkness that differs from before. It is a darkness which Charizard's lit tail and the light from your torch cannot even penetrate. You add, "Usually in these cases, there are lackeys and the mastermind. In this case, the mastermind is the strongest pokemon here."

Leon looks around cautiously, hoping to catch sight of who or what and Charizard moves to stand in front of the two of you but then you're picked up by the invisible assailant once more, the neck of your coat pulled and tugged and as quickly as you are lifted in the air, you're hastily flung to the other side of the room a second time. On this occasion, Leon grabs onto you by throwing his arms around your waist and you both end up crashing against the wall.

You hear a loud 'crack' and gasp as your pocket radio comes tumbling from your bag and smashes against the floor, having slipped through the opening of your bag which you hadn't zipped up properly.

The radio is broken.

"Shit!" you can't help but curse, "Not again!"

Amused by your anger, the culprit finally reveals itself: a pair of piercing red eyes and a wide, grinning mouth appears in mid-air, snickering sinisterly at your misfortune.

"Charizard, use Flamethrower!" Leon commands, and the flame pokemon obliges, hurtling a huge ball of flame at the pokemon.

The attack misses its target as the pokemon disappears into the darkness for a fraction before it reappears once more. It's murky black and large, with a round body and two stubby arms and legs and spiked head and tail: a Gengar.

For a Gengar, it's bigger than you and Leon had anticipated, compared to the pokedex entries anyway. It's at least the same height as Charizard. It fully manifests before you, rolling around the air with laughter.

"This isn’t funny!" you yell, but it merely sniggers even louder before sticking its long tongue at you and waving its arms together, conjuring a large ball of swirling dark energy which it effortlessly tosses at your group.

Whilst Charizard retaliates with another attack, Leon grabs you and you both go rolling to the side, safe from the attack.

"Thanks, Leon.”

"No problem," he replies as he helps you up. You appreciate how quickly he thinks and reacts to situations like these.

Gengar cackles wildly, holding his tummy as he spins around in the air before his red eyes begin to glow brightly. A ball of white light the size of a golf ball is conjured and with a wave of his finger, he unleashes it towards Charizard's direction, letting it bob along in the air.

It's a Confuse Ray and Charizard dodges though the Confuse Ray chases after him for a moment or so and Leon commands him to use Fire Blast.

Although Gengar is fast enough to evade, Charizard's attack has wide coverage and slams into Gengar in seconds; the ghost pokemon is repelled in mid-air, eyes clenched shut with agony before it ultimately crashes to the floor.

Remembering his promise to you, Leon pulls an empty Ultra Ball out from his pockets.

With expert flair, he twists and turns his body back and executes a perfect throw at Gengar. You can tell from how he threw the ball that he has done this many times and has mastered the technique of ball-throwing and the Ultra Ball smacks Gengar right in the face and the critter is sucked into the capsule in a ball of red light. The ball lands on the floor, rolling.

"That looked painful," you murmur, and Leon grins sheepishly at you.

The capsule wobbles once, twice, then it promptly bursts and Gengar re-emerges. Having evaded capture, the pokemon abruptly sinks into the floorboards and disappears from sight and the room returns to silence.

"Let's go after him," Leon suggests, and you nod in agreement.

Your group leave the room, heading down the corridor and though you thought there was nothing else here, there is actually a small set of stairs that lead to the second floor. It's the only way forwards so you head up where a couple of Litwicks, Lampents, Chandelure and Misdreavus sit or hover on the banister and watch curiously as you make your way up. Each step creaks under your feet loudly and your group reach the landing where another long, foreboding and dark stretch of corridor greets you, lined with numerous doors on either side and a few cupboards.

Whilst you wonder where Gengar could have gone, it's then you hear an unfamiliar voice belonging to a male:

"Gengar, you are hurt. Who did this to you?"

Various chills run down your spine once more.

"Leon, did you hear that?" you whisper.

"Hear what?"

It's close but there are so many rooms. You could try and split up but according to every horror movie you have seen in your lifetime, splitting up is a terrible idea. Thus your group pass each door one by one only to discover they are locked or boarded up which does not surprise you. The Misdreavus and other ghost pokemon begin to follow you around though they are more interested in watching than assisting.

You are almost halfway through the corridor and up ahead, it seems to split into a T shape until Leon informs you he has found something and would like some more light; returning to his side, you shine the torch to where he is gesturing to where you see a Zorua ducking away from sight, hiding under a rickety cupboard. It yelps weakly and Leon approaches it carefully.

"It's okay, we're not gonna hurt you," Leon says as he moves to kneel on one foot in front of it.

The Zorua stares at Leon with its large teal eyes for a few seconds or so until it slowly crawls out. It's been burned. No doubt, from Charizard.

"I think that's the old man," you say, remembering how you found black fur in the room downstairs.

Charizard snorts apologetically in response but Zorua is too weak to react. The Burn Heal comes in handy now as Leon rummages in his backpack to find the item and proceeds to spray it over the singed fur of the weakened pokemon.

"There you go, that should make you feel better," Leon mutters with a warm smile.

He should be surrounded by talking and singing woodland animals, you think to yourself.

You watch the display before the forceful thump of your heart beating against your ribs makes you snap out of your thoughts and you smile awkwardly at Leon as he glances up at you with a heart-wrenching grin. You swallow down the thick lump in your throat as the thrum of your pulse soars to an astronomical rate.

Leon returns to tend to the Zorua with much gentleness and care that would put a well-trained nurse to shame, pulling out some Pecha berries contained in a medium-sized ziplock bag and handing them to the Pokemon. As Leon lowers his hand with the berries in his palm, it lunges for one and gobbles it happily.

"Who's there?"

The disembodied voice draws your attention once more so you continue down the dark corridor on your own, attempting to locate the source whilst Leon tends to the Zorua. You can hear him chuckling as Zorua licks his fingers.

As you search, you eventually narrow the source of the voice to a door up ahead which is open.

It's a master bedroom; there is a king-sized bed that sits in the very middle and a couple of undistinguished furniture covered in white drapes. Resembling the room and corridor downstairs, it is in impeccable condition and you see it is devoid of any individual.

You can still hear Leon and Zorua in the corridor.

Stepping inside, you immediately catch sight of the massive portrait hanging on the wall that portrays a middle-aged man with bushy brown hair and a stout but kind face, dressed in a royal blue waistcoat with brass buttons, matching white pantaloons and riding boots. Beside him, a Ghastly hovers near his arm and a Zoroark stands to his left.

There is a rusted plaque on the bottom that says 'In Loving Memory of'. The rest is too faded; you cannot make out the name.

Although you saw a contorted, twisted-looking old man downstairs, you are certain this man featured in this portrait is the basis for the old man.

"Leon, I found something," you say aloud as you shine the torch up at the portrait though you do not receive a reply, "Leon?"

You stay still, listening.

It's...silent.

You leave the room abruptly and return to the corridor, only to realise that Leon, Charizard and the Zorua are nowhere to be seen. You shine the torch down the corridor and towards the direction of the stairs, the long reach of light touching the walls.

"Leon? Charizard??"

They're gone.

You are on your own.

You begin your search, trekking down the long hallway and returning to where you had found Zorua. There is nothing here, no traces.

They have simply vanished.

There are two doors on your left and right. You try the left door but it's locked so you head for the right, muttering a curse under your breath as you hope they're not playing a horrid prank on you. You do not believe Leon has a mean bone in his body to do such a thing, however.

"I'm too old for this shit," you murmur under your breath.

You remember why you work alone; you're used to investigating terrifying places on your lonesome but since you had arrived with two companions and suddenly having them disappear on you, literally vanishing into thin air, has made you uncomfortable even though it could be Gengar pulling the strings.

"Become a Pokemon Researcher, they said. It'll be fun, they said," you groan with frustration as you try the door only to discover it is also locked, "Gengar, show yourself. I know it's you. What did you do to them?"

A faint, scratching noise grabs your attention and you spin sharply on your heels to the locked door to the left.

"...Gengar?"

The scratching intensifies and you stand in your little spot, waiting with baited breath as the door clicks on its latch and the handle pushes down, the door slowly creaking open, revealing a long and pale hand. Bony fingers begin slinking through the small gap and pushes the door a fraction, followed by a pale white face with sunken black eyes.

You freeze, your blood turning cold.

Not Gengar. Can't be Gengar. Different. This is stronger. Darker.

Your eyes grow wide.

Evil.

You can’t help it; your first instinct is to run which you do. You turn away, heartbeat speeding up, pulse racing, palms growing sweaty. A dull ache makes its presence known in your head and your vision begins to blur, nausea hitting the pit of your gut; however, you force your legs to move and you head down the corridor as quickly as your feet can carry you, your breath shortening as the apparition behind you begins to follow.

Client was right. Not a Pokemon.

You dash into one of the rooms, flinging the door open and rushing in, slamming the door shut. You grab a black marker from your bag and pull off the lid, hastily drawing a protective symbol on the surface before you press your back against the door.

A hushed silence sweeps over which you find calming and you hold your breath, glancing at the room you have holed yourself up in.

It is empty, with no sign of anything or anyone.

Suddenly, there is a violent slam on the door which makes you squeeze your eyes shut as the door begins to shake, the handle rattling furiously. Digging your heels into the ground, you hold the door shut as much as possible, biting down on your lip as the door trembles viciously under the weight of the force outside that is trying to force its way in.

You do everything in your power to hold the door shut, not to let it in, but it's too strong and you believe you will not be able to hold it for much longer and soon the door will give in.

What next? Salt circle, good luck charm, earth crystal, iron??

Those choices seem laughable until you realise you had forgotten one important thing.

The Odd Keystone.

It's then you see a familiar stretch of shadow at your feet and you glance up.

"Gengar?"

He stands near the window, looking at you, then at the door, which thumps and quakes behind your back with tremendous strength.

The pounding on the door continues until one mighty push sends your heels scraping one inch out of your spot and you gasp as you're forced to throw your right shoulder against the wood with your hands splayed over the surface. You attempt to renew your strength, shifting and leaning your entire body weight on your right foot, pushing down and pressing your entire body against the door.

"Gengar, help me! Grab the Odd Keystone from my bag!!" you exclaim, even though it has absolutely no obligation to assist you in any way, "It's uh...it's a brown stone, smooth to touch. You'll know it when you see it!"

Gengar looks at you in mild disbelief before it floats towards you and glances at your bag, then sticks its hands inside and rummages inside before it lifts out the item you had described.

"Yessss, thank you!" you gush, "Put it on the floor in the middle of the room."

He does as he is told, funnily enough, and looks up at you for the next instruction.

"Now I'm gonna let go of this door. Stay away from the stone, okay?"

He nods.

Swallowing the thick lump in your throat, you throw yourself from the door and it slams open.

A cold rush of air bursts in and you close your eyes as you hurriedly chant under your breath, "Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio, contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium."

The keystone begins quivering so you continue, a bright light emitting from the fissure.

"Imperet illi deus, supplices deprecamur tuque, Princeps militiae coelestis, satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute, in infernum detrude.”

It's a mouthful but an ear-splitting shriek tears through the atmosphere when you finish your chant and as you open your eyes, you see a shadow convulsing and writhing furiously in the air as it is enveloped by the bright light. Unable to break free, the light proceeds to drag it towards the keystone though it resists fiercely and attempts to escape. In a matter of seconds, it is promptly sucked into the keystone and the fissure stops glowing, the stone goes limp and slumps to one side and the room returns to darkness.

Gengar stares before it looks at you, confounded.

Your legs are trembling.

It takes a while for you to calm down.

You decide to wait it out for a few seconds or so before you slowly move to stand.

"...It worked."

Gengar looks at you questioningly as you pick up the Odd Keystone off the floor and hold it up to the air and into the moonlight. You give it a little shake and muffled but horrific shrieking can be heard emitting within. Slipping it into your bag and zipping it up properly, you give it a hefty pat.

"Phew, that's another evil spirit for the collection, and all in a night's work too. If I get up to one hundred and eight, I'll have myself a Spiritomb," you add, nodding to yourself. Turning to Gengar, you say, "Thanks for your help."

Gengar's jaw drops slightly as you murmur a quick prayer to purify the room, then you begin to exit and Gengar follows you keenly.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

He looks at you somewhat wistfully, clasping his hands together.

”...You...want to come with me?”

He nods furiously.

”...Really?” you cannot mask the astonishment in your voice, “...But isn’t this your home? And what about your master? Will the rest of the Pokemon be okay without you? What about Zorua?”

He nods again but slowly slides his glance to the side, then he pushes himself off the ground to float in the air, circling you wildly and throwing several dark energy balls into nothingness.

"Oh...that's...wow, I've never had any pokemon say they want to come with me, t-thanks, I'm...I'm honoured. I know you want to fight evil, but I don't do this often. This is just a one off."

He grins anyway.

"Alright then, you can come with me. Let's go find Leon and Charizard for now."

You close the door behind you with Gengar happily floating by your side and when you turn round, dark shadows pop up in front of you and you yelp and stumble backwards, almost falling onto your rear if he didn't grab your arm in time.

"Hey!! Are you alright??"

The Champion stands before you with Charizard and Zorua.

"Leon!" you exclaim.

Unable to help yourself, you throw your arms around him tightly for you are so relieved to see him, eyes curling with happiness as an overwhelming sensation of solace blooms in your chest. You revel in his warmth and the sound of his beating heart which pace matches yours, relieved to be able to hold onto another living and breathing human being.

Taken aback by your hug, Leon grows still whilst Charizard gawks.

You let go of him when you notice how rigid he has become. You must have made him uncomfortable so you are quick to retreat. "Um, s-sorry. So, uh...Where did you and Charizard run off to?"

"Huh? We were looking all over for you. You disappeared."

"...Sorry."

"Never mind, it's fine, I'm just glad we've found each other again so everything's good," Leon says with a grin before he spots Gengar by your side. "What happened?"

"I'll fill you in," you say with a smile, "Let's get outta here first."

...

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jadewritings · 5 years

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Love Letters To My Professor - The Date

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x reader

WORD COUNT: 2k+

WARNINGS: Language, sexual tension, oral (male receiving), fluff

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yay! Some Dean action! Somehow, smut just crawled it's way into this chapter. Lol I'm sorry but enjoy!

For the date with Dean, you didn't know where he was taking you which meant you didn't know if you should have gone casual or fancy. So you decided to go with a pair of black ripped shorts and a t-shirt that said collect moments not things on it. You put on a pair of matching black lace bra and panty set, looped a belt through the shorts, and put on your black vans before being ready to go.

You didn't do anything with your hair, just brushed it and let it fall naturally over your shoulders. You didn't want to do too much and actually look like you're trying but you didn't want to look like you'd just crawled out of a dumpster either.

With perfect timing, you heard a knock at your door. You smiled, starting to feel giddy, but before opening the door, you wiped your face clean of any emotion. Couldn't have him thinking you were too excited.

You opened the door, he stood there, jeans and a white collared shirt tucked into them. Fancy, but not too fancy. He handed you a bouquet of flowers. A rose or two dotted in there but there were many other flowers in there. You thanked him, putting them in water and returning to him.

Your eyes swept up and down his body before meeting his again. You didn't miss how he did the same.

"Should I change into something more suitable?" You asked, tracing a finger up his shirt, teasingly pulling at the buttons.

"No, sweetheart, you look perfect." His tone was low and when you looked at his eyes, they were dilated.

Dean led you to his car, a sleek black Chevy impala.

"Wow. She's beautiful!" You couldn't help but admire the car. It wasn't made much anymore and you'd always wanted one because of this show called Supernatural. The character, Foster, had one just like it and he treasured the thing.

"She is isn't she? Baby here has been with me for most of my life. She and I have made a lot of memories." His eyes were transfixed on the backseat. You could only imagine what these 'memories' were.

His eyes turned back to you when he heard a giggle, "What?"

"Nothing. I just... I have a feeling I know what kind of memories you made in this car." You opened the door, climbing in and sliding across the seat. Dean came in after you and started up the car.

You groaned, almost sexually, "God, she sounds beautiful."

Dean cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat. You didn't know why but carried on nonetheless.

When you arrived at the restaurant halfway across town, you gaped at it. You were definitely not dressed for the occasion.

"I thought you said I didn't need to change?" Your eyes wide while they stared at a smirking Dean.

"I did. There's no set dress code here. You look fine, trust me."

You grumbled, submitting to his answer. He walked around the car, taking his hand in yours, waffle style. Heat rose to your cheeks.

"Dean..." he noticed the hesitation in your voice. He couldn't miss it.

"What's wrong? Do you not want to do this?" He asked, anxious if your answer. He hated to admit it but you made him feel different. Like he could be himself with you. Not just some sexy jock the other girls wanted cause they thought it was hot and it scored him a one night stand.

"N-No. that's not it. But, what if you lose your job over this? I don't want to be the reason—"

His laugh cut you off. It agitated you, he wasn't taking this serious. You slapped him and the shoulder and he cringed away from it. It stung for sure.

His laugh died down so he could speak, "This is just a side job, sweetheart. Sam offered it to me because he needed an assistant coach and I accepted. I have another job. I don't exactly need this one."

You nodded, listening intently. You wondered what his other job was but before you could ask, he pulled you in the doors, "Come on, our reservation is soon."

You stepped into the restaurant, marveling at the interior design. Tall ceiling, paintings covering the walls so it's not just a basic white. Yep, definitely fancy. And probably expensive.

A waiter led you to a table at the back, near a window so you could see the skyline.

You settled in, a little uncomfortable because you felt you didn't belong.

"Y/N. Stop fidgeting you're fine." He noticed and you scowled.

"What exactly is it that you do? This place definitely isn't for the simpletons."

He shrugged, "Nothing exciting."

You took a look at the menu and also did a spit take with your water all over Dean.

"Dean!" You whisper shouted, "It's fucking something if you can afford to buy from a place where the cheapest thing is a Salad for 16 fucking dollars!"

He chuckled, "Look. It's really nothing. I work at a mechanic shop. It just so happens it pays well enough for the occasional nice night out."

"I don't think just working at a mechanic shop would be enough to be able to afford this, Dean. More like you own the place or something." You were scanning over the menu, looking at the 25$ steak and ever other expensive thing on there when you didn't hear a response from him. You looked up and he was avoiding your gaze, scratching his neck.

Your eyes widened, "Oh my god. You are the owner aren't you? Dean!" You kicked him under the table, his face going red before he helped. Good thing you were in the back otherwise you would have received dirty looks from other customers.

"Alright, alright! I may... own a few mechanic shops. But seriously! It's not a big deal!" He waved his hands in front of himself, as if he was trying to convince you of his words.

"If I'm going to be going out on dates with you it sure is a big deal. People know you for god sake! Why didn't you just tell me from the get go?"

He sighed, you could tell he didn't want to make a big deal of it probably because of this exact reason. A twinge of guilt ran through you.

"Because when I tell someone that I'm we'll off they just use me for my money. And while I'm sure you wouldn't do that, I couldn't take the chance. I.. I really like you Y/N."

You were stunned to say the least. Dean and Sam were probably the only ones to ever render you speechless. You reached your hand over the table, taking his.

"I don't care about your money, Dean. I appreciate you telling me and I get where you're coming from but I want you to know you can tell me anything and I won't judge."

He smiled and lifted your hand to his mouth, gently kissing it. You blushed and turned away from him. The waiter came over to take your order and while you tried to order something cheap enough, Dean insisted you order whatever you wanted. So, you got a steak. Dean smirked, knowing he could get his way with just a simple look.

After the restaurant, Dean took you out to get some dessert. This time, cheap enough for you. He took you to Twisty Cone for some ice cream.

You sat at the tables outside, licking the sides of your ice cream cone before it could melt and Dean ate his chocolate sundae from his cup.

"So.." you started, "Did you tell Sam about our date?" You didn't want to bring him up when it was supposed to be you and Dean but you couldn't help but wonder.

"He knows I went out but I didn't tell him who." He said it so nonchalant and your mind wandered back to today in the classroom with Sam.

'I don't want anyone else but the one person I can't have because she's my fucking student.'

You couldn't get what he said out of your head and your heart was torn in two. On one hand you liked Dean. And on the other, you had feelings for his brother. You were seriously tempted to have both of them but you didn't know how Sam would react to that. He didn't seem like the type of person to share.

Not that you should anyway. He was your teacher. But... if no one knew, then— no! Stop it Y/N!

You cleared your throat and licked the small drop of melted ice cream that began to fall over your finger. As you licked, your eyes met Dean's. His gaze frozen on you. You should have been embarrassed but you weren't. Dean made the butterflies in your stomach erupt but he also made you feel comfortable.

You smirked.

"Dean."

He grunted. And you chuckled, "Dean, you have some— here let me get it for you." There was a small amount of the chocolate syrup on the edge of his smile line, so you took your thumb, wipes it from his mouth, and brought it to yours, savoring the chocolaty goodness.

All the while you kept eye contact, and he groaned. You knew you were winding him up. You had a knack for doing that to people. It was just fun to do it to the Winchester brothers.

His voice was low and had a hint of danger to it that had arousal shooting straight to your core, as he said your name.

You smiled innocently, "Yes, Dean?"

He got up, threw his cup away, and grabbed your wrist, dragging you along with him. He swiped your cone and threw what was left in the trash.

Such a waste of perfectly good ice cream. You thought. But now your attention turned to the man who threw your back against his car door and crashed his lips to yours.

You kissed back, fighting for control. You bit his bottom lip, gently but with enough force to send arousal straight to his dick. Which you felt hardening on your upper thigh.

"God, the things you do to me." He groaned, your hand finding its way the the growing bulge in his pants.

"I'm sure I could do more if we went somewhere more private." You whispered against his lips.

He pulled back, pupils blown from lust, "Get in the car." It was a demand that had you excited to see what the future held. The very close future.

You crawled in to the passenger seat from his door and scooted closer to him when he got in. You couldn't keep your hands to yourself and you knew you should have but Dean just had a way about him.

His beard was starting to come in. He usually had it shaved but you guessed he got lazy. It made you think of how it would feel if he was eating you out.

With a groan from you and a purr from Baby, you reached for his belt, unbuckling it and reaching through the hole of his boxers, you released his cock from its confinement.

It wasn't ridiculously long but it had a girth to it that made your mouth water. Dean huffed from above you. You looked up just as you lowered your head, "Eyes on the road."

His hips came up, meeting your lips as you teased the head of him. His knuckles turned white from the grip he had on the steering wheel. It surprised you how much strength he had to hold back from just shoving you down but you'd let him feel every last bit of good you could give.

You stroked him a few times, taking some spit on your hand to rub it all over his shaft. Your tongue eased up the side of his cock, running along a vein that looked like it could've burst at any moment.

You sunk down, wanting to him to feel the warmth from your mouth. You jaw locked in place and your lips made an o around him as you bobbed.

His groans and huffs of air spurred you on. You eased down, farther and farther until he hit the back of your throat. You weren't one to deep throat because it made your jaw sore after but you'd give Dean your all. You felt him pulse in your mouth and you knew he was building up to a climax. You wanted to taste him, swallow everything he had to give but with a pop, he pulled you off of him.

"I don't want to cum right now. I need to be inside that pussy."

Your stomach coiled, hearing those words made you more horny than you already were.

His hand brought your lips to his, saliva slipping between plump pieces of flesh. You had to pull back and contain yourself because if this kept on you might get into an accident before you even made it back to his place.

Sam! Shit! In your horny haze, you’d totally forgotten he lived with Sam!

-Part 7-

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arthurwilde · 4 years

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Fic I May or May Not Ever Finish Or Even Write: A List

I have a bunch of ships/fandoms I want to write for someday but these are the ones with something resembling concrete ideas

I don’t imagine anyone will steal these but like...Don’t

ACTUAL WIPS

ASOIAF: JonSatin, the one where Jon “came back wrong.” Have been writing this for?? Years?? And it’s still only about 2k. At least it has a title!

LOST: JackBoone, Boone & Juliet, the one set in the flash-sideways universe where Jack and Boone are dating, Juliet is Jack’s ex-wife, and she and Boone are Bonding. Was originally intended for an RP, have Boone’s first part written but nothing past that. It’s called “The Accidental Boyfriend,” and it’s cute.

OC FICS

Supernatural: The Dean/OC fics, of which I have written a few. OC is Alex, who starts hunting with the Winchesters around season 4 after escaping a haunted mental institution in which she was placed after her family was slaughtered by vampires when she was a teenager. Alex is a bit of a thrill-seeker, a former ballerina, nearly immune to pain, and kind of feral. She and Dean get married after he quits hunting after Sam’s death in S5; she dies sometime around S7 (I think?) and is weaponized by Castiel, who allows her to die and trains/tortures her in heaven, in the fight against the other faction of angels. Gets pregnant, loses the baby during Sam’s soulless period which is part of the impetus for getting Sam’s soul back. There’s a LOT to this one, and I’ve written some, but there are many stories to tell.

The History Boys: This one is mainly Dakin/Posner but told partly through an outside perspective, a female OC named Carrie who becomes one of Posner’s closest friends in university. Has two parts: Dakin and Posner’s tumultuous relationship in uni, wherein Dakin is mostly a piece of shit who keeps breaking his heart, and one set 20 or so years later, where Dakin is post-3 divorces and has some humility and has gotten his shit together a little better, and they reunite.

Criminal Minds: Reid/OC, pretty much just a canon rewrite with a romance between Reid and my OC Talia, who I came up with ages and ages ago and am in love with. She’s a Jewish artist, an extrovert, something of a party girl who is deeply loving and compassionate but can be impatient and insensitive and kind of steamrolls over other people’s feelings. This is a love letter to Reid, but it’s also a love letter to her.

White Collar: Neal/OC, another canon rewrite with changes here and there for an OC I love named Steph. She’s stocky and cute and you know those girls you see in New York with gigantic headphones in a super cool outfit and everyone she passes on the street seems to know her and she’s yelling at someone and then someone gives her a high-five and she’s wearing giant neon sneakers and you just think “I want to go wherever she’s going”? That’s Steph. She’s an artist from a TOTALLY different world with a TOTALLY different perspective from Neal and she basically...constantly takes the piss out of him while still loving him. Have a fairly well-plotted bit where she foils her own kidnapping.

OTHER STUFF I WILL FOR REAL PROBABLY NEVER WRITE

House MD/Buffy crossover, where House treats Buffy. I want House to be baffled at Buffy’s healing abilities and supernatural strength and become obsessed with figuring it out and eventually finding out about vampires and reacting to that, and I want House, Spike, and Giles all in the same room. That’s really it.

ASOIAF: The Dacey Mormont/Jeyne Westerling fic. Canon compliant, in which Dacey develops a close loyalty/romantic love for her queen, Jeyne. Would probably just end up being short and sad but I really want to write this.

Dexter: Dexter Morgan/Jeremy Downs, have discussed this AT. LENGTH. with Jackie but essentially it’s a dark mentor/mentee relationship wherein Dexter takes Jeremy (minor character from s1) under his wing and teaches him to be a Better Serial Killer. Very problematique due to the large age gap (Dexter is in his 30s, Jeremy’s about 19), and the whole...serial killer thing. Still, it’s a love story.

Merlin: Merlin/Gwaine, Merlin/Arthur as endgame. All told from Arthur’s perspective, this is a huge-ass drama that spans a couple decades; canon divergence in which Arthur finds out about Merlin’s magic and sends him away, and Gwaine joins him, for which Arthur endlessly seethes with jealousy without ever acknowledging that that’s what it is. Merlin and Gwaine travel together, Merlin’s magic thrives, and Arthur sees him occasionally over the years. Arthur becomes king, is in an unhappy political marriage, has a daughter, when Merlin comes back. He’s bitter and angry and Gwaine-less and Arthur eventually finds out that Gwaine died saving Merlin, much to Merlin’s guilt because he was always more in love with Arthur. They do get together eventually, Merlin becomes court sorcerer and a mentor to Arthur’s daughter.

#i'm sure there are more? but these are the ones i remember #fandom blather #my fic #self indulgence ahoy

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Milkshake It Up || Remmy & Luce

Location: Al’s Diner

Notes: Just a chill chat about zombies, magic, and if brain milkshakes are appetizing or not.

Tapping her fingers against the tabletop of her booth, Luce glanced around, bored. Al’s was a good place-- decent coffee, great food, and bacon to die for. But, she wasn’t really interested in the food right now. She was more interested in Remmy and whatever the fuck they were. She thumbed through her phone, checking her inbox to see if they’d said anything to her. Nothing. Oh well. If they didn’t show, they didn’t show. She’d just hound them for answers online again. The waitress came by again to check on her and Luce flashed a smile, “Just a black coffee for now.” She said politely, and was rewarded with a steaming mug a few minutes later. As she took a sip, Luce watched the door open, the bell jingling overhead as Remmy entered the diner. She waved a hand and waited for them to slide into the booth. “Busy day for you?” She asked conversationally.

Remmy had been on time for once, but as they’d come around the lot, they’d seen Luce sitting in the window and immediately froze. Was this a bad idea? Could they trust her with their species? Questions raced through their head. All they could think about was what Lydia had told them, and the way Alain had reacted once he’d found out. And so, instead of going in and showing up on time, Remmy paced around the parking lot for a good half an hour before they decided they should at least go inside and see if they could figure out what Luce’s intentions were. Because she seemed nice enough, and she had done good work on their tattoo, and Remmy was always the type of person to give someone a chance. They sidled into the booth and looked over at Luce, leg bouncing. “Oh, um-- I mean, not busy, busy, but-- you know how public transport is, you know? Sorry. I’m not usually-- um, late. What-- how are you-- Is your day-- Uh, how. How was your day?”

Raising her eyebrows at the way Remmy immediately started rambling, Luce smiled. “Relax. I’m not going to bite your head off for being late. Shit happens. And yeah, White Crest buses suck. I’ve had my fair share of clients who’ve called me up saying they’re late cuz of the bus system.” She said. Yet another reason she was glad to have a car of her own. Not only was it a necessity for getting to her cabin, it just made her life so much easier. There was nothing her 4x4 couldn’t handle, terrain wise at least. “My day’s been chill. Drew up a new piece for a client. Here, I can show you.” Luce said, pulling out her phone. She figured this might be a way to get them to just relax a bit more. They’d seemed to have liked her art and this particular tattoo was going to be more of the same. “What do you think?” She asked, holding her phone out to display the intricate geometric patterns that made up what would be a sick calf tattoo.

“Oh, yeah, no, I just--” Remmy started, but snapped their jaw shut instead, deciding it was better to just shut up than let themself ramble again. Because eventually it would come out that Luce made them nervous not just because of the late thing, or even the nosey thing. Remmy always got nervous around a pretty girl. “Yeah. Busses.” They cleared their throat and leaned over when Luce pulled out her phone to show them a new piece, eager to see what she’d come up with. “Oh, that’s neat! That’s really cool. Damn, you’re like, so talented,” they said, shaking their head. “I’m jealous.” The waitress came by then, asked if Remmy wanted anything, and they just ordered a shake. “How many clients do you have? Is it like, a lot?”

The way they leaned across the table and looked at the design she’d pulled up was reassuring. Even if they were basically just complimenting her, at least they weren’t being all nervous and weird again. And you know, Luce would take that. “It’s a pretty fun design to do. But, I wouldn’t call it strictly talent. It’s work ethic, persistence, practice. That sorta shit. If you wanna get into drawing or designing stuff, just dive into it.” She said. Luce watched Remmy over the rim of her coffee mug while they ordered their shake. Even though they were making conversation, she was still trying to figure out just what they were. Now that it was broad daylight, Luce could rule out the possibility of them being some kind of vampire for sure. And fae was right out. Werewolf… Ulfric would have mentioned if Remmy was a werewolf, right? Or maybe not. Pack ties and all that. “It changes. I’ve got a good number of regulars, probably about ten or twelve. But, it’s not like they’re in the shop every week. But, right now, I’m working on 3 different bookings this week.”

Remmy looked up from the phone over to Luce. “Oh, yeah, no-- I didn’t mean like, it wasn’t, or to like...discredit your hard work. I get that. I just meant like, it’s good! Really good.” They watched Luce a moment before lowering their eyes to the table. She’d admitted that she knew about the supernatural, but what exactly did that mean? Did Remmy have the right to ask her to tell them? “Is that a lot for a week?” they asked, glad to continue the easy conversation. Though their hands still wrung in their lap, at least their leg had stopped bouncing now, the nerves settling down. Luce hadn’t done anything yet, and being in public helped reassure Remmy that she wouldn’t try anything. At least, they hoped so. “Sorry, I don’t know a lot about how being a tattoo artist works. I don’t know...a lot about a lot of things, actually. But I’m learning, you know? Or, at least, trying to. It’s a lot though. All of…” they waved their hands around, indicating more to the general sense of things than just the place they were, “this.”

“I know. Just wanted to make sure that you know that it’s not all talent.” Luce said with a nod. Leaning back, Luce stretched her arms out on her side of the bench, the leather of her jacket squeaking against the vinyl material. “It’s about the usual. Of course, I fill my time with doing walk-ins. I also have to stay on top of my own supplies, so I’ll do inventory on my materials. The last thing I need is to run out of ink or needles. But, that’s work for you.” She said with a wave of her hand. “It’s all good. A lot of people don’t know and pretend that they do. It’s fun to knock them down a peg. But, it’s better when people just ask questions. No one walks into a shop knowing everything.” Leaning forward again, Luce grinned, “All of this?” There-- now they were getting to the heart of the matter.

“No, yeah, no-- I know. I do. Promise,” Remmy said, nodding a little too eagerly, a little too eager to please. As per usual. They always wanted to make sure they didn’t upset people. They swallowed, watching Luce stretch out, nerves coming back, but for a different reason now. “That’s...sounds like a lot. It definitely must take a lot of time and dedication and like...effort. It’s...you know, amazing. I uh-- I totally already said that, but it-- it’s true. I think it’s amazing.” Remmy sighed and leaned back against the booth, hands still in their lap, even after the waitress put their milkshake down. “I never got that,” they said, reaching out slowly to grab the cool glass, “pretending like you know everything. Like, what’s the point? You won’t learn anything that way. I dunno.” They paused to take a long sip. The ice cream was cold against their lips, but not cold enough. Nothing was. “Oh, uh-- I mean. You know…” they glanced around, then leaned closer over the table to whisper, “supernatural stuff.”

Frowning at their promise, Luce reached for her cup of coffee again, holding it loosely in her hands. “It’s work. You get used to it until it becomes a routine. Except for the art. That never gets old.” She said with a satisfied smile. People liked to blow being a tattoo artist up, like it was an edgy, angsty job. And she liked to play into that stereotype too. But, at the end of the day, she just liked making art. Art that she got to see on people’s skin, something that would be with them till the day they died. Taking a sip from her mug, she shrugged. “People like to make themselves sound more important than they are. Or want people to like them because they sound smart. Or, they just don’t like learning. Either way,” She said, still cupping her coffee, “Chats about why people are stupid aren’t why we’re here right now.” As Remmy leaned forward, Luce let out a chuckle. “Supernatural stuff. Speaking of, I said I’d show you mine if you showed me yours. But, I get the vibe you’d prefer if I went first.”

Without a word, Luce glanced deliberately down at her coffee mug. As she did so, she allowed the magic to flow from her fingertips, heat burning and radiating outwards from her palms and into the ceramic of the mug. Calm and controlled, she maintained the flames that burned beneath her skin until the coffee in her hands was bubbling and steaming in the cup.

Remmy followed Luce’s gaze down to her coffee mug, all other talk suddenly thrown to the wayside. Though they were good at compartmentalizing, double-tasking was something they’d always been bad at. Their eyes grew wider as Luce’s cup began to bubble and steam, as if it’d been put in a microwave and warmed up. “Woah! Magic!” Remmy breathed excitedly, reaching out, but stopping themself just short of the mug. They paused, looked up at Luce. A sudden relief flowing through them. She wasn’t a hunter! “You’re a witch. Like--” Wait, they couldn’t say that. Naming people was a bad thing, Lydia had said so. Especially with a witch hunter in town. But if Luce was a witch, did that negate it? They looked back down, hand still reached for the boiling cup. “Mine’s a little...harder to show? Um--” they met Luce’s eyes one more time, before grabbing the piping hot cup. The could feel it burning their palm, but it wasn’t really feeling. They just knew, somehow. When they pulled their hand away, the skin was raw and red, a little blistered. But in an instant, before both of their eyes, they skin healed back over and was normal within a few moments. “Uh-- I realize you probably already knew about the healing thing but...aside from me popping open a carton of brains, I don’t really know how else to say it. So...zombie.”

Amused, Luce pulled her hands away from the cup, letting the bubbles recede as the source of heat left. “You’re cute.” She said and let out a small snort. “I’m guessing you’ve met some of the others in town then? Yeah. I know about them. Probably better than you’d expect.” She said wryly, thinking about her sisters. As Remmy reached out for the mug, her eyebrows pinched together. Why were they reaching out like that, the mug was hot as fuck? A lifetime of working with the flame and knowing how to manipulate it so it never lashed out against her, that was what had protected her skin from burning. “What are you--” But, before she could finish that sentence, they had already grabbed the cup like it was nothing. Staring at them with startled eyes, Luce looked at their hands as they pulled back. Just like before, when she’d been tattooing them, their skin shifted and turned smooth, unblemished. Looking up at them, she tilted her head. “Zombie, huh? Well. That’s new.” She said with a grin, staring at their hand. “Mind if I touch?” She asked, gesturing at their unmarked palms.

Remmy couldn’t help but blush. “Cute? N-no, I mean, I-- I just. Magic is cool, is all,” they murmured, looking back down at the table, at the cup, at their hand. They clenched and unclenched their fingers for a moment, nervous that Luce would be scared off. Or grossed out. Or something. As if she would inevitably leave. But she didn’t. “You-- touch? You want to--” they looked up, startled a moment, giving Luce the same look she’d given them just a moment before as they’d grabbed the cup. “Touch?” They shrugged, then nodded, slowly moving their hand out, resting it palm up on the table. “It’s cold-- I mean, um-- my hand. My skin. It’s always like...really cold.” Glanced up at Luce, wondering if she would still take it.

“It is.” Luce said, still watching Remmy with a bemused expression. They’d been stuttery like this when she’d first met them and when they’d first walked in. Seemed like it was just part of who they were. “Your thing is cool though. I’ve never met a zombie before.” She said, keeping her tone low, just in case anyone was listening. As she waited for them to respond, she glanced around the diner. While it may have looked like a casual glance, she was keeping an eye out to see if anyone was listening in on them. There was a witch hunter out and about, but more importantly-- Remmy had said they’d had bad experiences before. Being a zombie had no doubt attracted some of those irritating hunters. “Everyone’s cold to me.” She said before running her fingertips across their skin, gently at first and then poking their hand. But the skin was just as intact and whole as it had been before. “That’s fucking cool.”

“Cool?” Was Remmy’s immediate response, their tone a tad confused. That was a first. Well, Julie had said something similar, but Julie was...a special case. They looked at Luce slightly confused for a moment, watching her look around the diner, following her gaze. They didn’t know what she was looking for, but when her fingers grazed their palm, they did their best not to twitch too much. It was still so disorienting, watching someone touch them, knowing something was touching them, and not truly feeling it. “They are? Is it like-- cause of the magic stuff?” Remmy remembered Bea feeling warm as well, but that was different, probably. Their fingers curled slightly when Luce poked their hand and they gave a short chuckle. “Cool is...one word, I guess, yeah. You’re really not-- you really think it’s cool? It’s not, like-- weird?”

“I said what I said.” Luce said with a firm nod. It was cool, at least, from an outside perspective. She knew that someone being a zombie meant that they were technically dead-- or had died, whatever. The particulars of it all were lost on her. But, the fact that this was part of it, not getting hurt, not sustaining wounds? That was pretty fucking cool. Running her hand over theirs one more time, Luce pulled away, curiosity sated for the moment. “Yeah, magic stuff. Fire, it’s kind of my thing. And one of the side effects of it is that I run a bit hot. Makes summer fun.” She said offhandedly. When Remmy continued to question them, Luce frowned. “If you’re going to get hung up on weird, then you picked the wrong town to hang out in. Between you, me, and the half a dozen other kinds of supernatural people that call White Crest home, we’re all fucking weird.” She said and took a sip from her coffee cup, the hot liquid burning in her throat. To anyone else, it would have been scalding, but it felt soothing to her. “So yeah, I think it’s cool.”

“I-- I’m not--” Remmy started, but stopped talking for a moment. They could almost still feel a whisper of Luce’s fingers on their palm as they pulled it away, sticking their hands back in their lap again. “I’m not like, hung up on it, I just-- it’s--” they weren’t entirely sure what it was. But it was something. “I wasn’t like, involved in any of this for my entire life. It was, like...sudden. So I’m trying, okay? I really am. I’m trying, but things like-- magic and zombies and vampire watermelon? I just...need a minute. And like-- how am I supposed to know how everyone else feels about it? I don’t know how I’d react if I wasn’t the way I am…” They shook their head. “Sorry. I’m not-- sorry. I didn’t mean to like, ramble. It’s just what I do when I’m nervous.” They took in a breath-- despite not needing to-- and let it out. “But, you know, I’ll take cool. And, um...I can try and answer any questions. If you want. About uh-- zombies.”

Listening to them struggle through their thoughts, Luce’s expression remained neutral as she continued to drink from her mug. Another newbie. Between Winston and Remmy, it seemed like there were just a whole bunch of folks who were new to the fun and whacky world of reality in White Crest. “Fair enough. I can’t speak for everyone, but, amongst people who aren’t hunters and don’t have some kind of personal vendetta… I don’t really care what you are.” Wrinkling her nose, she thought back to Bea’s terrible boyfriend, “Except if you were a vampire. Not a fan of those guys. Not enough to stake anyone, but they’re not my cup of tea.” She added. Shaking a head at their apology, Luce leaned back into her side of the booth languidly. “Don’t apologize, it’s fine. Sounds to me like you’ve been through a lot of shit. More than your fair share.” She said, pointedly tapping her own shoulder, mirroring the spot where Remmy’s new tattoo lay. A veteran, who’d lost their friends to war, and a new zombie? That sort of shit would fuck anyone up. “That’s up to you. What do you want to tell me about them?” She asked.

“Yeah, but like, how do I know?” Remmy said suddenly, a little taught. “Like...I definitely accidentally told a hunter what I was and he we were friends and then next thing I know, he’s totally okay with killing me because of what I am! Like, how am I supposed to know who’s a hunter and who doesn’t like zombies and who knows and how--” they stopped quickly, clenching their jaw. Their eyes dropped. They almost felt as if the spot on their shoulder was burning. “That’s...that’s different.” They turned as if to try and look at it, despite it being on their back and under their shirt. “That’s easy to...deal with.” The words didn’t feel right in their throat as they said them, but Remmy dismissed the thought, looking back up again. They reached out to fiddle with the straw in their shake. “I dunno. Just, like-- I’m not dangerous! At least, not if I eat. I don’t know if that was something you were...worried about. I can’t like, get hurt, either. And my bones do this weird, like uh-- bending thing? They don’t break. Oh, and my limbs regrow. That’s-- that’s definitely something I’m still getting used to.”

“Now, that part I can’t answer. Hunters don’t really care about spellcasters. We’re helpful, useful. People like you, who just kinda landed on one side of the supernatural spectrum, I can’t really say how they figure out who’s who. But, from my experience, they tend to be sad and mopey.” Luce said with a snort. She didn’t really know what all Hunters got up to and she didn’t really care too. She’d brushed elbows with a few at Excalibur and they all seemed the same to her. Self-righteous pricks or depressed people who couldn’t shake the guilt of what they’d done. She wasn’t sure which was worse, only that it was annoying. Hearing the way that Remmy paused, Luce stared at them. “Easy, hm? Sure. But, an easy burden still takes a toll on you.” She said before idly playing with the packets of sugar tucked neatly away in the little dish by the window. Watching them as they spoke, Luce pursed her lips. “And you can clearly eat normal stuff too. I’m guessing it doesn’t do much for the appetite, though.” Her eyebrows shot up at the mention of their limbs regrowing. “Really? That’s pretty sweet.”

“Yeah, someone else told me that, too,” Remmy grumbled. They didn’t like that answer. They wished there was an easier way to identify hunters. Why couldn’t they all just have big patches that said “I’m a hunter! Do Not Interact!” or something. Sighing, they slumped a little in the booth. “It happened. It’s over. I’m over it.” They didn’t wanna talk about it anymore, flicking their straw away before pulling the cup closer and taking a sip. “Yeah, but I can’t really taste anything. And no, doesn’t help at all. Still gotta eat brains every few days.” They raised their brows back, looking across the table at Luce. “It’s certainly come in handy, but like-- damn, lemme tell you about how confused I was when it first happened,” they chuckled, shaking their head. Somehow, the memory had become fond. It’s how they and Blanche and Cece had all bonded pretty quickly.

“Fair enough.” Luce said, raising her hands innocently. She wasn’t about to push them into talking about something they clearly weren’t interested in opening up about. Everyone dealt with their own shit in different ways. “Damn. That’s certainly a bummer.” She said, reaching across the table to dip her finger into Remmy’s milkshake. Licking the mixture of ice cream and whipped cream from her finger, she regarded them for a moment. They couldn’t taste anything? That must suck. “Ever blended brains into a milkshake?” She asked with a slightly morbid grin. “I can only imagine. The nice thing about magic is that it’s not something super jarring like that. One day you wake up, get spooked by something in the back of the closet, and then suddenly you’ve lit your mom’s favorite coat on fire. You freak out in the moment, but it’s nothing like losing a leg and seeing it come back or something.”

“Actually, my friend made me a brain smoothie once--” Remmy started, but stopped mid sentence as Luce dipped her fingers into their milkshake. They watched, entranced, as she licked it from her fingers. Frozen for a moment. Cheeks burning. “Uh…” they pushed it closer to her, a quiet gesture, before taking some whipped cream from the side of the cup with their finger and sticking it in their mouth. “I wouldn’t mind trying a brain milkshake, though,” they finally said, clearing their throat. “Maybe then people would stop stealing my shake.” A crooked grin. “Is that how you found out you could use magic? Is it, like, always like that? Can your whole family do it?” The rapid fire questions came out before Remmy could stop themself, but somehow, they didn’t care to stop themself anymore. “It was my arm, actually, the first time. Funny thing was I barely even felt it. So, I guess my adrenaline still works. My friend passed out, though. She even picked up the snipped arm.”

Of all the ways she thought her day might go, seeing a zombie blush hadn’t been high on her list. But, Luce grinned all the same. She stood by her statement from before, Remmy was cute. In a bashful, baby gay kind of way. Watching as they mirrored her gesture, her slight smile widened further. Funny. Very funny. “It might, it might.” She said breezily. The idea of brains blended up into a milkshake sounded absolutely disgusting, but she was more interested in fucking with Remmy. “Could be tasty though, who knows.” When their questions turned onto her, Luce laughed. “It’s not always like that, but it’s how I figured it out.” In a manner of speaking, of course. She’d grown up her whole life, knowing that fire ran through her veins. “Mmm, some of us can.” She said cryptically. Poor little Nellie. “A whole arm, huh? I’m not surprised she passed out. Though, why the fuck did she pick up your arm?”

Remmy watched Luce closely for a moment. Her growing smile made Remmy’s tension ease even more, and they couldn’t help but smile back, wider. “I’m totally calling your bluff on that,” they said, yoinking the milkshake back across the table and just out of her reach. They smirked, and took a sip from the straw before leaning back. “My friend cooked brains for me once and could barely stand the smell, there’s no way you’d ever enjoy them cold, and blended, all chunky up in a milkshake,” they said, purposefully describing them the grossest way possible. “Little bits of matter and shit all floating around. Like little boba bits. I bet they’d be chewy like that, too.” A chuckle, matching Luce’s laugh. “That’s fair. I guess it would all be different, considering there’s like, a ton of different types of magic. Right? That’s what my friend said, at least. She does uh-- like rocks and stuff. Makes things out of other things. Al-someting?” they shrugged. “I don’t know. Panic? We were running from giant lobsters, so. Maybe she thought they could reattach it if we still had the arm.”

Amused by their attempt at grossing her out, Luce let out a small chuckle. If they were trying to fuck her up, they were going to need to try harder than that. “Have you ever had Iskembe Corbasi? Or Kokorec?” She asked, slipping into the Turkish pronunciation with ease. “Tripe soup. Stuffed intestine. Mhmmm,” Luce said, reaching across the table to pull the milkshape back towards her and taking a sip from the straw, making direct eye contact as she did so. “Delicious.” Her grandmother always made those dishes and, while she didn’t like all of them, those were two of her favorites. They were weird by western standards, but she liked the taste of them. As the conversation shifted back to magic, Luce shrugged. “Yeah, there’s a lot of different types of magic. You’re talking about Alchemy. Transmutation. That sort of thing.” She said with a wave of her hand.

“I, uh-- no? No, I haven’t heard of those. Are...are they good?” Remmy asked, raising their brows. Maybe they could actually taste those, since they were made with brains and stuff. “Hey--!” they started as Luce grabbed the milkshake back, but stopped, mouth slightly agape as she stared straight at them and took a sip. Remmy blinked, cheeks burning again, and looked away. “I’ll take your word for it,” they finally squeaked out, shaking their head with a grin. “Oh, yeah! Yeah. That’s cool. Can you do that? Or do you just do the fire stuff?”

“They are to me. But, not everyone has that sense of taste. Which is why, if you’re trying to stop me from drinking your milkshake just by crumbling a little brain into it, you’re going to have to try harder than that.” Luce teased, straw still poised between her teeth. With a wink, she took a final sip before pushing the nearly empty glass back across the table. Wiping her mouth with a napkin, she glanced at the embarrassed person that sat across from her with an increasingly smug grin. It was fun to see them squirm. And they squirmed quite a bit. With a shake of her head, Luce replied, “I focus on fire. It’s what interests me most and it’s what I want to learn. I know the theory behind a handful of other forms of magic, but I’m not interested in them.”

Remmy was absolutely sure Luce was doing this all on purpose, but they were ultimately powerless to do anything to stop her. Clearing their throat again, then tried not to focus too much on the straw between her teeth or that look in her eyes. “I um...think they sound good. I ate some pretty weird stuff while posted in Afghanistan, but also, the, like-- you know, zombie thing.” When Luce pushed the shake back towards them, they stared down at the straw before using it to drink up the rest of the shake. “But, like, you can use more than one magic? It’s not like, one type only?”

“Makes sense. There are some similarities in food all across that area of the world.” Luce nodded, pleased with the way Remmy continued to avert their gaze. But, she figured she’d messed with them enough. She’d cut them a break for now. Though, if they ran into each other again, she wondered how things would go if she pushed their buttons just a little bit further. Just how red could she make a zombie blush? Or would they do something about it? Mysteries for another time. “If I wanted to, sure. But I don’t. And that’s part of magic. The more energy and time you put into a branch of magic, the better you get at it. And, the less of that energy that goes to it… the less powerful it becomes. At least, that’s how I view it. I’d rather be the best at one thing than a jack of all-trades kind of witch.” She said with a wave of her hand.

Remmy nodded, looking back across the table as they moved the now empty shake towards the end for the waitress to take. “Are they? What like, place are the dishes you mentioned from? I may or may not have failed geography,” they chuckled, rubbing the back of their head. Even though Luce was a bit pushy and a definite tease, they couldn’t but be drawn to her. And she was a good person. And she hadn’t been weird about Remmy’s zombieness or their tattoo stuff. That was a good mark in their book, though they supposed something like that wasn’t hard to get with them. Still, it mattered to them. “Oh, that’s neat! That totally makes sense. It’s like, focusing on one skill, in the same way.” They leaned back in the seat again, relaxed. “Thanks for being like...cool about all of this. I know I ask a lot of stupid questions sometimes.”

Waiting for the waitress to walk away, Luce nodded, “Mhm. A lot of dishes in the Middle East have similarities. Turkey is a couple countries away from Afghanistan, but there are parallels.” She said, recalling her family’s heritage. “And hey, nothing wrong with that. I’d be fucked if anyone ever asked me about like… South American countries. Or hell, if they wanted to know the capital of Michigan or something.” She said. It was nice, their easy understanding of her focus on elementalism. Though, she had a feeling that had a lot to do with the fact they were just an accepting person. They seemed the type who wouldn’t question things, unless there was cause. It was refreshing all the same. As beneficial as being in a coven was, she despised the way people looked down on her for never branching out into other forms of magic. They considered her flames childish. There was nothing childish about a roaring inferno, blazing in front of you, though. “Exactly. And hey, you don’t know anything about this. Questions are just questions at this point. If you made me repeat myself, then it would be a stupid question.” Luce joked.

“Yeah, I...honestly couldn’t even point out Afghanistan on a map if it wasn’t labeled,” Remmy said with a little scoff and a smirk. “Maps aren’t my thing. It all just looks the same to me. Now schematics? I can do.” Luce was becoming increasingly easier to talk to, despite their initial wariness of her. Maybe it had just been the sudden way in which she’d asked Remmy about their species, but the thought of that was already gone from Remmy’s mind. They smiled across the table at her. “Thanks. I uh-- sometimes feel kinda stupid cause I don’t know much about any of this. Hell, I didn’t even know much about what I was when I first found out. Someone else had to tell me. But, um-- promise I won’t make you repeat yourself. I um, think I can handle that,” they grinned.

“Sounds like you’ve got a knack for logical layouts and stuff, between this and the whole mechanical thing you told me when you were in the other day.” Luce pointed out. Pausing, she pulled out her phone and began to scroll through her list of ebooks that she had saved on her phone. Most were art books that she kept on hand, just to have around. But there was one that Remmy might be into. “I don’t know if you’d be into it, but there’s this cool book. Math Art: Truth, Beauty, and Equations. There are some cool explanations to math and nature and shit.” She said with a shrug. “Just a recommendation, if you’re into something like that.” The way they smiled at her was so earnest. They were sweet, in a really genuine way. Smiling in return, Luce caught the waitresses eye and held out a twenty, more than enough to cover their drinks with a large tip leftover. “Sounds like a plan to me. You’ve got my number, right? If you’ve got any questions about stuff, feel free to text me. Or, you know,” She said as she slid out of the booth, tossing her hair over her shoulders as she stood up, “If you’ve got something else on your mind.” Luce grinned before heading to the door.

“I guess, yeah. I just think they’re fun,” Remmy agreed with a shrug. They had always liked things like that. Leaning forward again as Luce pulled out her phone, Remmy glanced at the title she was showing them. “Oh, neat! That looks like a great book! I totally need to check that out. Math and Art, my two favorite things,” they said, grinning, “besides dogs, but that’s like a whole ‘one of these things isn’t like the other’.” A small chuckle at their own joke, before they leaned away again, still smiling. Luce was waving down the waitress now, and Remmy went to grab their wallet, but was left in the dust as Luce slipped her the twenty. “Oh, wait, I-- I could’ve paid for mine,” they said, looking back at her, “even if you did drink most of it.” Luce was standing now and Remmy watched her with big eyes. She’d said that, right? Remmy wasn’t reading into this too much, were they? “Right,” they said, “I’ve got your number. For stuff questions and...other stuff.” Kept their eyes on Luce as she left, watching her walk past the window and away. Remmy figured they should probably leave, too, but somehow, they knew they’d be too light-headed right now to stand up. So, instead, they just ordered another milkshake, enjoying it as much as someone who couldn’t taste could, and finding themself wishing Luce was still sitting across from them.

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I Know A Bottom When I See One Princess (Part 2)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary

Chapter 1: You and Dean have been pals for as long as you can remember, practically raised together. Are things still the same as you remembered when you reconnect with him after a couple years apart? Well there is one thing you see differently and you’re about to call him out on it.

Chapter 2: After you flirt back with Dean you start to rethink all of your life choices. Why did you flirt back instead of making fun of him? God it would be so much easier if you were just a genderless blob. Hopefully the new supernatural case a friend of your mom’s gives you will distract you from all this romance mumbo jumbo.

Chapter 3: You and Dean both start to realize your feelings are not what you both originally anticipated them to be. If only you two could actually talk like adults instead of bantering like childish 8 year olds. The case picks up when you see a certain someone’s name over every case, a certain boomer’s name.

Chapter 4: You and Dean do some sleuthing into Chrissy’s apparent death. After learning the truth your trip to Wendy’s/Jack in the Box gets interrupted by Chief douchebag. Rick takes the three of you on a nice drive to the mountains to introduce you to his daughter.

Word Count: 4,697

Warnings: a fuck ton of swearing, self hatred, angst, fluff bits sort of

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Ever since your little accusation of Dean, there’d been a little tension between the two of you. You were unsure of what kind of tension there was, or if there was even any to begin with. Surely Dean wasn’t upset about you teasing him, he’d let worse things roll off of his back without sparing a thought about it. Despite your doubts, your routine and friendship were pretty much the same in all regards. You still hunted together and made an awesome team. You still ate greasy food at establishments that barely deserved the title ‘Diner.’ And you still sang together to all his old music. So you were probably just over thinking things like you always did, but you still had an inkling that something was off about Dean.

Black and blue streaks painted the night sky with speckles of stars scattered across the canvas. The street lights outside cast pale yellow rays from the crack in the curtains that hit across the corner of Dean’s bed and stretched up the wall. The rays revealed to you the quilted pattern of the comforter and Dean’s duffel bag thrown haphazardly on the floor with clothes leaking out of it. Parts of the room not in direct contact with the light were in view as well. Traveling up his bed, you could see the curves of his cheek bones as he slept. Dean truly was beautiful. This was when he looked completely at peace, when he was asleep.

You turned to your side again, the bed rustling while you did. You had nightmares like most hunters did, but that wasn’t the reason why sleep evaded you tonight. After that night in the bar you basically cemented that you both had feelings for one another. Sure you and Dean flirted back and forth as a joke, but the other night was different. It was more real. What you had before was just your normal relationship. Dean shamelessly flirted with you and you made a joke out of it. It was your go to move to dodge his affections.

You didn’t really know how to respond to these advances from him, or anyone really at the moment. Your track record of relationships wasn’t the shiniest around and definitely nothing to brag about, most ending in either death or betrayal, but you were mostly scared to make things weird with Dean. He was your bud, your pal, your dude, any nickname that you could call a friend you’ve absolutely said it to him.

What would happen if you two did get together? A million and one questions popped into your mind when you thought about it, all ending with the same answer. Nothing good. It would be easier to play his flirting off as a joke to not hurt his feelings because relationships were nothing but trouble from your experience.

At first glance you’d think that Dean would never want to settle down and was content to have temporary lovers that lead nowhere, but he wanted what most people wanted, what you wanted too. True love. Pure and unadulterated love. But the bond you two shared was enough for you right now. You were ok with being alone, not that you really gave yourself much of a choice on the matter having sworn off relationships and meaningless nights with strangers. You couldn’t bring yourself to be with someone, not with the baggage you had strapped on your back. If anyone, hunter or not, saw the scar on your back you knew what they would say and the facial expression that would come with it.

If you let your walls down for even a single moment you would lean closer to Dean and let what might happen, happen. But the growing void inside refused to let you, God if he saw your scar he would look at you with disgust. It’s not the scar that would make him turn away, but the identity associated with it. Across your shoulder blades read a prophecy in Latin, burned into your skin the day your powers were activated. It was a symbol of your power and title. The curved letters created the prophecy of the Slayer reading;

“In omni generatione, est electus. Una puella in mundi. Et arte vires et solus geram et in surgere viribus a tenebris. Ad propagationem eorum mala prohibere et ad terras eorum numero. Quæ est Slayer.”

“Into every generation, there is a chosen one. One girl in all the world. She alone will wield the strength and skill to stand against the forces of darkness. To stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the Slayer.”

The night you got your scar was still fresh in your mind and could play back like a movie reel. It was an ordinary day just like any other. Your biggest problems were fitting in at your new high school, getting good grades, and avoiding whatever bullshit your mom was going to throw at you, but little did you know you had a big storm coming. The activation of a Slayer’s powers differs from Slayer to Slayer. Some feel nothing, others feel a tickle, but you experienced the worst burning pain you’d ever felt in your life. The moment the imaginary hot metal touched your skin a hellish scream was ripped from your throat. You swore you could feel your skin melt away to expose your bones. The pain was so white and intense that after only a couple of moments your body went limp as a way of protecting you.

For weeks the burning pain didn’t go away. The pain and scar served as a reminder that you would never lead a normal life. Never wear a strapless dress or swimsuit ever again. You could never let anyone touch your back. If they felt the raised skin on your upper back you knew they would have questions, and ones you couldn’t answer. It’s not everyday you see anyone with a large brand on their back, or a brand of any kind. But after the reveal the reactions were the same, eyes filled with pity and hands recoiling from disgust.

Dean would react the same way. He would look at you just like your mom did, nothing but a demon. I mean that is where you got your powers from as the Slayer, so you had to be a branch on the demon family tree. Dean hated demons more than anything in the world, so where did that put you in his eyes? Embers in your heart started to light at the thought of being related to scum, to vermin. Thoughts and fantasies of a normal life poured gasoline onto the fire until it burned away your entire existence.

“God damnit.” Hot air left your lungs as you sighed. The cardboard sheets of your bed pooled around your waist as you sat up. Your eyes were seemingly staring at nothing while you pondered what the hell to do now that you were awake. Your heart felt deflated like a popped balloon, crushed under the weight of your reality.

You would give both your legs and your entire movie collection to be able to sleep right now and forget about the harsh world outside the warm cocoon your hotel room proved to be. The desperate need to just sleep was choking you, making tears prick at your eyes.

“Hey, you ok?” Had you been more awake, Dean’s sudden interjection would’ve made you flinch. Your reflexes and actions were much slower as you turned to look at him lying on his back. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him half asleep, hair fluffy and eyes barely open.

“Would you believe me if I said yes?” You asked in a rough voice. Your fingertips ran through your hair pulling it out of your face. Your eyelids fluttered closed in an attempt to concentrate on your breathing. Dean was taking his sweet time answering you. His eyes were scanning over your form. Your chin was perched atop one of your knees, arms around said leg while the other was stretched out under your covers. Your skin had been hardened by years of hunting, fingertips riddled with callouses from the weapons you’d handled. The only parts of you that were soft were hidden from sight. Dean also bet that your cheeks were soft, he had never had the chance to touch them but someday he’d like to. If you allowed it he would be able to stare at you for hours, trying to solve you like a Rubix cube. For the most part Dean could tell what you were thinking and feeling without second guessing himself, but there were always moments he was unable to read your body language.

He’s seen you in this state before, not too often but every once in a while. It was almost as if you were a statue, unmoving and barely talking. Whenever you were quiet he knew something was up. It was terrifying when you were quiet. At the pit of Dean’s chest an ache began to grow, he felt this way whenever he saw you like this. Physically there was nothing he could do, no mountain he could push or villain to defeat. This was something you had to work on your own in order to heal, and he understood that. But it didn’t make it suck any less watching you torture yourself internally when you were hit with these episodes.

“Need some company over there?” You held your breath for a moment mulling over Dean’s question. A familiar touch caressed your mind. This wasn’t the first time you’d been in this situation before. Nothing registered as contact on your skin, it was just numb.

“Yeah, I do.” Wordlessly, Dean padded over to your bed and lifted the covers. The shadows on his body moved with the light from the street lamps. There was a silent pact you two had to never bring up these nights, nights where you both needed some human contact with no questions asked.

Nights like these began after your activation. Dean had never seen you so upset before. As a teen he had no idea what to do, he probably still didn’t know now. But he knew that being held helped you and your mother was sure as hell not gonna do that for you. She was always too busy hunting with John. Truly those two were cut from the same cloth. Without the guidance from your parents you sought comfort in each other, and thus your silent pact was formed. Neither of you knew what the reason for this silence was, but nonetheless you kept it. Dean laid on his back with his arms open inviting you in, reminded of when you two used to do this before you left.

Feeling your head on his chest felt like home. A gentle surge of energy made his skin hum as you wrapped your arms around him. If there was anywhere Dean knew he was meant to be, it was here.

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

“G’night.”

And for the first time tonight, you actually slept.

Once the morning came around you and Dean were already on the road heading towards another case, Colorado to be more specific. You got a call from a friend of your mother. Her name was Jen and she worked as a park ranger for the Grand Mesa National Forest near Grand Junction. During the past couple of weeks, people had gone missing with no evidence left behind. Jen knew that this wasn’t a bear attack like the police claimed, so she called you and Dean for help. Of course you both accepted excited for a new adventure.

The Impala roared across the black pavement, kicking up rocks and zooming past trees so fast the leaves shook. In your opinion, the day was perfect. All across your part of the hemisphere the temperature was starting to drop. It was early October and the snow was starting to fall in a beautiful light drift, letting the wind decide its path. The ground was dusted with white sparkles that glittered in the sunlight. The snow wasn’t thick enough to build igloos out of just yet, but it was just thick enough to stick to the ground. You closed your eyes trying to absorb the environment’s good energy. Somehow you convinced Dean to roll the windows down and here you were with your head practically out of the window taking it all in. You were never sure why, but something about the cold air woke up your bones. Dean would always claim it was because you ran hot and then wink at you.

The negative energy was evaporating into the air to be turned into a beautiful white mosaic. The wonderful weather made you think that maybe someone was looking out for you. Maybe someone out there saw your rough night and decided to give you a break. Whatever the cause, you weren’t going to question it and were going to keep singing along to the Blue Oyster Cult CD Dean had in.

Dean looked over to you and committed the image to memory. No matter how many times he saw your smile it would never be enough. You were stretched out in the passenger seat with your shoes kicked off and jacket thrown in the backseat despite the low temperature. Seeing you beside him in the Impala brought on a flood of old memories. Dean wasn’t able to count the number of times Sam, him, and you drove to get ice-cream and dick around town just to get out of whatever motel you were stuck in at the moment. The three of you were inseparable as kids, always hanging out or messing with each other. But everything came to an end once you both turned eighteen.

By the time you had become the Slayer, your relationship with your mother was already strained. She was not the fuzziest person around and was certainly not fit to be a parent. The way she ended up in the hunting business was the same as John. Her husband got killed by demons and the rest was history. From then on she dragged you along on all her hunts and after a couple years she ran into John Winchester. The two made a surprisingly good team.

Your mother, Caroline, was always off putted by your existence it seemed. It was as if you were a burden to her, just extra luggage to haul around that reminded her of her late husband. There were never any bed time stories or hugs, just life lessons and the occasional pat on the back. At fourteen you considered yourself to be independent. You cooked for yourself, you took care of yourself, and with the help of Dean you were able to raise Sammy up to be a productive member of society. (Or dork as Dean would like to say) Your mother was barely around so it wasn’t a surprise that you grew up faster than you should have, but things only got harder after you received the call of the Slayer. Caroline resented you for what you were, even if she never voiced her opinion out loud. Her words were sharp and responses were short. You knew what she thought about you.

Dean never understood how a mother could do that to her child, her only child. Mothers, parents in general, were supposed to protect their kids. The day you left Dean swore he could feel his heart break in two. But as much as it hurt him to see you leave to start your own life in the big world, he knew why you needed to. He knew that you needed to get away from your mom’s abuse and passive aggressive attitude. But none of that mattered because you were here now and Dean was incredibly thankful to whoever brought you into his life again.

A violent buzzing on your thigh stole your attention away from the beautiful weather today brought you. You sat up from your seat and reached your hands forward, clasping them and stretching until you heard a few clicks from your joints. You stifled a yawn as you looked at your phone. “Hey Jen, yeah we’ll be there soon. No, no don’t worry. Alright. See ya.” Dean glanced over to you, silently asking you if everything was ok. “Jen’s just being paranoid. She thinks the police are gonna know that we’re up to something nefarious.”

“What does she think we’re gonna do? Show up holding a sign that says ‘Hey we’re definitely going to murder someone?’”

“You never know, those could come back in style.”

After another hour of driving, the Impala rolled onto a gravel driveway connected to a log built office. As you stepped out of the car the crisp air of the forest nipped at your skin waking you up. The gas and pollution of the cities made you appreciate the fresh air and scenic views before you. As far as the eye could see there were only trees that looked straight out of a Hallmark movie perfectly covered in snow. For the last month all you had seen was gray buildings. It was suffocating how many people squished themselves into one place that they called home.

Dead leaves and rocks crunched underneath your feet as you walked into the Park Ranger’s Office. A wave of hot air rushed past your cheeks as you stepped into the heated building. It was simple in structure having only four rooms, a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and an office. The aesthetic was just as you had imagined it would be. The walls were covered with nature paraphernalia everywhere, with samples of tree leaves and forest fauna tacked onto poster board naming the different parts of the organism. Other parts of the wall were covered in maps and pictures of memories from years and decades ago, like a life size scrap book. The heels of your boots clacked against the wooden floor giving a signal to the workers inside that they had some company.

“Hello?” You called out. It’d been awhile since you saw Jen, so you weren’t sure what you were going to get. But after a few moments your voice was met with clunking boots and a familiar face.

“(Y/N)! Dean! Thank god you’re here, I’ve had enough of all the spooky shit going down here and would like to go back to fearing bears instead of monsters.” Jen said bounding towards you two with a smile. In her hands she was holding a manila folder that had papers sticking out in all different angles. You smiled feeling her bubbly energy, feeling yourself start to charge up a little after such a long drive.

“We’ll get you back to fearing those bears in no time. What do you have for us?” You asked stepping closer to get a look at the file Jen prepared, with Dean following your steps.

“The disappearances have been happening for years and only during the late fall and winter season, but no one talks about it.” Jen huffed out. She leaned against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed.

“The police usually just show up, ask their questions, and never do anything to solve the cases. Always claiming it’s bears. But I call bullshit, because bears only kill people when threatened or if they’re messing with their cubs. I doubt that many people would be stupid enough to play chicken with a bear. And even if they did end up dead bears bury their prey and feed on them until completely gone, but we haven’t found any evidence to support that claim. No body, no bears.” Jen’s description of the case was strange. Both you and Dean were already mentally working on a list of creatures to rule out in your hunt.

“Have you seen or smelled anything strange in those weeks?” Dean asked. He was thumbing through the file to see pictures of the site of the crime, narrow footprints on the ground, and trees scratched with bloody long claws. Jen looked at the ground, pulling her brows together in concentration as she thought back, willing her memories to give her some sort of clue to what happened here.

“Not that I can think of…” For a moment it looked like something clicked in Jen’s eyes. “Although….”

“Yeah?” Jen shook her head again dismissing herself. “Anything will help.”

Jen pulled her lips tight before answering you. “The claw marks I’ve noticed on the trees are odd.”

“How so?” Your partner asked stepping in.

“It’s not a huge difference from regular bear claw marks, but something feels off about them. The claw marks feel less like territory guarding and more like a result from an attack. If that makes any sense, they’re less precise.” You and Dean shared a look, almost as if you were telepathically sharing the same idea. Your gut was telling you already predictions of what was terrorizing the woods, but you wanted to get all the details before you jumped to conclusions. The case seemed like a pretty open and close shut one. You were about to thank Jen when the office door suddenly swung open. After a moment of panic, Dean quickly picked up the case file and hid it in the confines of his leather jacket. The door swung back hitting the wall with a loud smack revealing an older gentleman in a police uniform. His face was grim, every crease in his face probably from frowning so much. Your eyes looked to his breast pocket with the name tag, ‘Rick Sullivan, Police Chief.’

“Ms. Clinton, you’re not scaring the locals again with your fairy tails are you?” The policeman’s voice lacked any humor or sarcasm whatsoever. From the cadence of his words you could tell that this wasn’t the first time Jen had this conversation with him. Jen’s body language switched. She stood up straight with a stoic look on her face. Oh yeah, they had definitely met before. Jen bit her tongue, wanting so badly to tell him off and reveal to him the true nature of this world and watch as his face morphed into one of pure terror.

“Not at all,” Jen said, clipping her words as short as she could. “just telling these kids that now might not be the best time to go hiking. Ya know, what with the disappearances and all.” Her eyes narrowed slightly with a fake smile. She couldn’t help but get in at least one jab before the conversation ended. It was a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation. But at least with this option she was able to do what she wanted, regardless of the consequences. The police man, now known as Rick from his name tag, clenched his jaw. Tension built up into the air as the two stared at each other for a moment.

“Just some bears getting their energy out, nothing more than that. But regardless the department needs to check all the bases and I need the sign in form.” Jen breathed deeply, most likely to stop herself from saying anything else and walked out of the room to get the clipboard the office left out at the entrance on a pedestal for guests to sign in at.

“Is everything ok? We heard there were some people who went missing here.” You asked casually slipping your hand into Dean’s. The rush Dean felt from your skin touching his made his heart beat quicken. That familiar hum of energy traveled up his arm and dissipated into the rest of his body. He knew you were only doing it to protect your cover, but it still didn’t fail to make him nervous. Feeling some sort of magnetic pull, Dean moved closer to you. You would be lying if you said that playing this role didn’t feel natural to you. It was odd how easily you could slip into the role of a fake girlfriend, holding onto his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder.

Rick shook his head and sighed. “Nothing so dramatic happened here. We just have a few residents that like to stir things up and make trouble where there isn’t any. As long as you don’t hike where you shouldn’t be you should be fine.” He stated this like it was such an obvious fact that even a mouth breathing four year old would be able to see it. Rick seemed to think highly of himself, towering over you two in condescension. To him you two were just some dumb kids looking to cause him grief.

“Are you sure? We read that there wasn’t any damning evidence that pointed to a bear attack.” Dean butted in. Your grip on his hand tightened almost as a warning to get him to cut the attitude he was sporting. If it wasn’t in his voice, you could see it all on his face. Dean’s eyes were locked on Rick with his lips pursed. Of course that shit head had to have at least one word in on this, his personality wouldn’t have it any other way. He always had issues with authority, something you thought he picked up since he was always under John’s thumb.

Rick could sense Dean’s snarky attitude a mile away and reciprocated. His posture straightened even more, if possible, and he pulled his shoulders back. “Son, I’ve been on the force for damn near forty years. I think I know a bear attack when I see one.” You were sure if Dean uttered another word Rick would have him arrested just for being disrespectful. Truly the police chief before you was the epitome of the angry baby boomer’s generation, and Dean was just another millennial in his eyes here to ruin the diamond industry by spending all his money on avocados or not getting married.

You tugged on Dean’s arm wanting nothing more than to get out of here before the situation escalated. “Hey love, why don’t we head home and come back another time?” You asked leaning into Dean, affectively playing the part of the girlfriend. The two of you had everything you needed from Jen to start working on the case, and if you had any more questions you’d call her. Guess she wasn’t kidding when she mentioned over the phone that the cops around here were twitchy. Dean couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his lips looking at you clinging onto him. Fake or not he loved being able to have these moments with you.

“Sure thing sweetheart.” Dean’s eyes followed your figure as you lead him out of the door to the office, ignoring anything Rick Sullivan had to say to him.

Once you knew you were out of ear shot of the asshole back in the office you felt the need to speak up brewing inside you.

“You are going to get us arrested with that smart mouth of yours.” You poked at Dean. Looking over to him you saw a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. He didn’t regret a word he said. You both walked in sync to the car with clasped hands, no longer safe from the cold outside.

“Well my mouth could be doing other things if you want sweetheart.” Dean tugged on your hand, pulling you to him with a smirk. Your laughter filled the air as you shook your head.

“Like what? Complain and bitch about the cold? You are pretty good at that.” Rick’s crotchety behavior was long forgotten by the time you two got in the Impala. Yet again your rapport with Dean remained the same. Maybe harmless flirting was just your friendship and you were making too big of a deal about it. Analyzing your history with him did remind you that this dynamic of yours had been going on forever. Nothing came from it then, so maybe nothing will come from it now. The two of you settled back into the Impala to start yet another adventure into the supernatural world.

#dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #reader insert #dean winchester x reader smut #supernatural x reader #bottom dean #I know a bottom when I see one princess

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thecosmicsen · 4 years

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— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ? Jaewoo is 175cm which is the average height for a Korean male.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? It’s mixed feelings honestly. He reckons he could have been shorter since he didn’t get to eat enough while he was growing up so he is glad that he isn’t on the shorter side. But at the same time, he looks at all the other tall guys and gets all huffy about how he isn’t at least six feet tall. Recently, he discovered the song Short King Anthem which has been his little ego boost about his height so now he proudly goes around singing about how his shirts would fit perfectly on girls around his height.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ? His pitch-black hair is silky soft for the most part. In the sunlight you can catch a glimpse of faint natural dark brown streaks. It is in a perpetual state of bed hair though and it reaches down to his eyes so he’s often shaking his bangs (that grow slightly wavy at the ends) out of his eyes. It’s this entire look here basically.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ? No, not at all. Unless he really really really wants to impress someone then he will try combing his hair to tame the bed hair. Otherwise, he reckons his hair is hair and part of his trademark style.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? Jaewoo does care about the first impression he makes because he wants others to have a certain image of him. If he wants to establish order and control then he will dress appropriately and act it since he does care about how others perceive him or it would make his job as a balancer a lot trickier. On the other hand, he does care about what cute girls and people he admires think about him so he does try working his oversized hoodie and fitted pants attire to the latest styles so he doesn’t come off as unfashionable. All in all, he cares more about the vibes he gives off through his appearance.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? ▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? ▸ FOREST OR BEACH ? ▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ? ▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ? ▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? ▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? ▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY ? ▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? ▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC ? ▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT ? ▸ NIGHT OR DAY ? ▸ DUSK OR DAWN ? ▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? ▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? ▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME ?

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ? Jaewoo tends to ask one question after the other because his brain works at a million miles per hour and his curiosity is insatiable which usually leaves the other person reeling from the number of questions asked. But he also tends to assume a lot about others since he believes that he has years of experience of handling and dealing with all sorts of people and supernatural creatures of various characteristics. Then, of course, there is the taunting and teasing which Jaewoo delights in because he learns more about the other person when they react to his brattiness but he does not know the limits to winding up someone even if they are way more powerful than him. He refuses to back down.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ? When Jaewoo’s father passed away, he only experienced numbness more than relief which confused him. It also ramped up his mother’s verbal abuse towards him so he often found himself wishing that his father was still alive since he resorted to physical consequences. But having such thoughts about wanting his father alive to take his mother’s focus off him often made him resentful and full of despair. Then when Jaewoo murdered his twin brother Taesoo, he was incapacitated and incapable of living on without him which is why he immediately killed himself right after. His emotions, thoughts and the build-up of the murder will be extensively explored in a self para !!

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ? Most of the fond memories he can remember are of him and Taesoo going to the playground together and racing to see who can swing the highest the first. He has vague memories of how their summers were filled up melting ice-cream, antics at the park, building blanket forts at sunset, stargazing during the hot sticky nights and watching all the movies together. The memories of his first love are very faint but he has very fragmented memories of being extremely happy at the convenience store ( to be explored in another self para ) and hiking around.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ? Yes and no. When Jaewoo murdered his twin brother, it took around fifteen years of direct abuse from his brother to have him teetering to the edge of suicide and his wit's end. Even though Taesoo’s abuse was calculated near the end since he wanted Jaewoo to murder him then kill himself so they could spend eternity as spirits together, it still took him a lot of escalating abuse efforts to make Jaewoo start losing his grip on his sanity with the final trigger being his first love. Otherwise, now with his job of balancing the harmony between the supernatural and humans, Jaewoo spares no second thoughts to supernatural entities causing trouble and has no problem sending them off to the final afterlife with his knife. However, when it comes to troublemaking humans such as fanatic shamans, he attempts to chase every alternative route with murder being his last resort since he has firm beliefs in the dignity of human life.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ? It is extremely extremely rare to see Jaewoo breaking down. If he does then it must be from a PSTD flashback that triggers his forgotten memories which are usually centred around Taesoo’s abuse to him. His entire demeanour will drastically shift and you will be able to tell that he isn’t in the present tense anymore. With eyes glossed over, he will be crying silent heartbroken sobs and in disbelief of whatever he is remembering. Then he will want to be left alone which is the last thing he typically hates. He’ll spend the next few days in isolation, trying to recover from the traumatic aftermath and onslaught of deep-rooted negative emotions. He’s the opposite reflection of his usual jovial and happy-go-lucky attitude.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ? Yes, he is capable of trusting someone with his life. Ironic as it may be but he trusts Taesoo with his own life (even though he has no idea that Taesoo escalated his abuse to him because he wanted them to die together and be bonded as spirits together forever). I’m certain that he would trust any super close friends and if he finds someone who can handle him then he would trust the love of his life with that. It would take oodles of time and patience but it can happen.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ?

Jaewoo is a huge romantic by default so when he is in love... he falls hard. Since he is already a curious individual, he would be hellbent on knowing everything and anything about his love down to the simplest of things such as the shade of toast they prefer. However, he would do a lot more silent observation rather than interrogations since he would adore watching them do anything and learning all about their quirks by simply observing them. Though he is dedicated to his job, he would spend his undying devotion and time to get to know them to his best ability. With that knowledge, he’ll start daydreaming and fantasising about doing the most mundane domestic tasks together such as cuddling on the couch, doing the dishes, taking care of pets together, getting ahead of laundry... literally everything. He would be hypersensitive to their touch so even if they do something as basic like touching his arm then he would be reduced to a flustered blushing mess and he would be speechless for once. Jaewoo would be a lot more overprotective of them as well especially if it’s a human he falls for then he would worry about their safety from other humans and especially from supernatural beings usually enticed by his own presence. But he hasn’t been in love as a ghost yet so I cannot say for certain !

tagged by : @foxcharmed & @lavtiena ( my actual angels I had so much fun doing this ) tagging : @bubbledsoul / @kkotseo / @killsfor / @kkvm / @infernoath / @shesin / @egoistlve

#( I just realised that... I could talk about him being a romantic soul for ages because #HE TALKS ABOUT IT SO MUCH #but also his life was just full of Taesoo Taesoo Taesoo which is why he is in a lot of answers but #loved doing this honestly!! )#* : ✮ ┆𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒 (ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠).#tw: abuse mention #tw: suicide mention

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random18me · 5 years

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My thoughts while watching the Shadowhunters finale: All Good Things...

- Oh, good. This episode is an hour.

- No “Previously on Shadowhunters...” ? Just, straight into the episode? Okay, good.

- Love the callback to how Lilith looked the first time we saw her. Also, how Jonathan looked after his transformation.

- Meliorn can’t die. That would be cruel.

- “Actually, he might die.” That is both really funny and really sad.

- Magnus AND Lorenzo saving Meliorn? Yeah, he’s gonna live.

- Magnus and Lorenzo working together. I didn’t realise I needed that. It looks amazing though.

- Izzy just saved everyone.

- Everyone is so protective of Izzy. I love it.

- I know this part is trying really hard to look cool, but is just looks kinda weird. Also, I’m dizzy.

- Well, that fixed the Edom problem.

- “There’s no reason to close it if Edom doesn’t exist anymore.” I love the way Magnus said that.

- I don’t want this show to end.

- Yay :).

- “Tonight?”

“Why wait even a day longer?”

- Alec wants to have the wedding in the Institute because of the message it will send. The look on Magnus’ face makes me think he agrees with Alec, but also he just can’t resist a perfectly good opportunity to annoy or antagonise the Clave. And I don’t know which motivation I appreciate and respect more.

- “I do like you in a tux.” Alec is so cute.

- Jace is so proud of Alec, and I love it.

- Clary really ships Malec more than she ships Clace.

- “It’s what we fight for, right? So we can live and love in peace.”

- Of course they had sex.

- Jonathan looks so bored and uninterested. I appreciate that.

- “I’d rather not.”

- Jonathan is amazing in this scene. He’s much more evil and intimidating now his humanity is gone.

- And there are those claws again. Why though? I mean, really?

- “I prefer to rule alone.” Ah, so that’s why you were so obsessed with getting Clary to join you. Got it.

- Yay, the young Seelie Queen is back. She was always my favourite version.

- He really just killed the Seelie Queen. I don’t know if I should be sad that she is dead, or glad that she is dead. She was an awesome character, but, man, she really deserved to die.

- Jonathan is evil and powerful and intimidating, and I’m here for it.

- That smile. Jace is so proud of Alec.

- “Again?”

- “Isabelle, would you ever consider becoming my parabatai?” I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING.

- Are we sure that this is Luke? Like, really, really sure?

- “Ooh. Good luck.” That was really funny.

- Of course she is just going to follow the strange mysterious floating light. Because over the course of three seasons, we have not learned anything.

- Mom? Yeah, I do not trust this.

- Their hair colours are so different.

- Oh, okay. Angels. Did not expect that.

- “Jonathan Shadowhunter.” All of these names are so immensely creative, aren’t they?

- So, just like in Supernatural, Angels are dicks. Also, Clary really deserves a hug.

- I love this heartfelt moment between Magnus and Lorenzo. Before this episode, I would have never thought it possible, but I’m really glad this scene exists.

- Yay. Lorenzo got invited to the wedding.

- I love Maryse.

- So, the show didn’t forget that Robert exists? For a while, I wasn’t sure. I hate him, but I’m still glad he’s invited to the wedding.

- Yeah, that’s probably Jonathan’s doing.

- Max! So, the show didn’t forget that Max exists? For a while, I wasn’t sure.

- That’s not good.

- “Look who’s all grown up.” No, I was not ready for that. Stop smiling like that, Jonathan, you’re not going to kill Max.

- He’s going to kill them, isn’t he?

- Yay, they’re not dead.

- Poor Clary.

- Jonathan’s wings look amazing.

- “Lorenzo and I” I Iove how they’re basically friends now.

- “I’ve never been to Toronto.” That’s a pretty convincing excuse, good job Clary.

- “Of course, biscuit.” He called her biscuit, that’s the second time. :)

- Jonathan is really intimidating compared to before. I love how clear the difference is.

- Is Clary really going to try to talk him out of it?

- “You dreamt of me?” That broke my heart. All he ever wanted was for someone to care enough about him to save him. Even though his understanding of love is a bit messed up, but that is all Lilith’s fault.

- “The boy that I always wanted to save but I never thought I could. I guess I was right.” This is not Clary saying Jonathan can’t be saved. This is Clary giving up on saving Jonathan. And it hurts.

- I can’t tell if Clary is telling the thruth, or if she’s just saying what she knows Jonathan wants to hear.

- He looks so hurt.

- No, no, no, Clary, please, don’t.

- Hugging someone so you can get close enough to hurt/kill them, is one of the most painful things to watch. Jonathan actually trusts her, and he feels safe in her embrace. And Clary just looks devestated.

- No, no, no, Clary. Of course she was going to draw a rune. Why didn’t I see this coming?

- Clary’s wings are beautiful.

- “Clary? Clary! Clary, you’re hurting me. I can’t breathe.” This hurts so much. He sounds so scared.

- “Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Clary feels so bad for doing this, so she’s trying to comfort him.

- “Let me go.”

“I am.”

- Jonathan only ever wanted to be loved. He had a poor understanding of what love is, and he reacted really badly because of rejection. But he really just wanted to be loved. And now, he’s pleading with his sister, the only person he ever loved, to not kill him. This hurts so much.

- His hair isn’t white anymore. Which means he didn’t die as a demon, but as a Nephilim. I am not okay.

- Ave atque vale.

- I feel bad for Clary. She just saved the world, but in order to do it she had to kill her brother and give up her life as a shadowhunter.

- I needed to pause the episode here for a moment, because the next scene started and i know it’s going to be the wedding, and I am not ready yet. Because I am crying because of Jonathan, but I know I will cry at the wedding, but those are two completely different emotions, so I need a moment to compose myself.

- I am not ready, but here we go.

- Madzie is the flower girl.

- This song is beautiful.

- Why is Maryse not walking Alec down the aisle? I guess it’s tradition for the father to do it, but Maryse deserved it more.

- Everyone is smiling so much, I can’t.

- Maryse is walking Magnus down the aisle. Maryse is walking Magnus down the aisle! MARYSE IS WALKING MAGNUS DOWN THE AISLE. I am not okay. Just look at them. They are so happy. And it’s also really sad, because Magnus wouldn’t have had anyone else to do it.

- The kiss. The hug. The smile.

- “The love I have for you, is a love that knows no bounds. In times of joy as well as sadness... In sickness and in health... I will love you as my equal. And protect you above all else. I will share with you my truest feeling. And when you speak, I will listen. I will catch you when you fall. And when you soar, I will help you reach your greatest heights.”

- “Magnus Bane...”

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood...”

“I am and will always be your loving husband.”

- “It is my honour to pronounce you one.”

- I can’t describe in words how happy I am.

- Oh no, poor Clary.

- They are dancing.

- Raphael! I’m glad he’s here. I’m happy for him.

- It sounds like she is saying goodbye. That’s because she’s saying goodbye, isn’t she?

- “Or we could wear tuxes.” I was not ready for that.

- Lorenzo dancing with Madzie is too cute.

- Wow, wait, what? They’re not actually going to do that, are they? Oh, wow, they are. Okay, I ship it. Like, I really, really, really ship it.

- “How about brother?” I have missed you, Max.

- Don’t bother Maryse. Literally everyone knows.

- “Clary, I want you to know, no one will ever replace your mom in Luke’s eyes.” I love you, Maryse.

- Jace and Clary both deserve all the love in the world.

- This is a goodbye.

- She’s losing the Sight. I hadn’t even thought of that.

- She’ll lose her memories too? Damn.

- This hurts so much.

- “ONE YEAR LATER” Seriously? Okay, I kinda wanna know.

- “Mr. Inquisitor”

- Deputized downworlders? That’s amazing.

- “Thanks to you.” I literally said the same thing out loud.

- Magnus is living in Alicante with Alec? Okay, I’m happy with that.

- Magnus’ hair. That’s it.

- Also, his outfit.

- Also, his hair.

- “The High Warlock Of Alicante” What? WHAT? I am so proud of the both of them.

- Have I mentioned Magnus’ hair?

- “To us.”

- A restaurant for all kinds of downworlders? Yes. Also, Maia is alpha? Finally.

- A book? Also, why does that name sound familiar?

- Yay :)

- Izzy is head of the Institute! And Simon is a downworld deputy!

- I have always needed this fight/training scene. And it is amazing.

- “Boop, boop.”

- Simon has gotten really good. Jace is still better.

- Wow, Jace, did you just give Simon a compliment? Are you still bonded to Meliorn?

- He prays every day? It always hurts when Jace cries.

- Shadowhunters love once. Fiercely.

- Those paintings are actually really pretty.

- Clary, your new look? I like it.

- Is she looking at him?

- She’s looking at him.

- “You can see me.” That is how they first met. Why? Why do you have to do this to me?

- She’s starting to remember him. I’m not crying.

- Is this the end? It is the end. I really liked it. I love bookends.

The finale was amazing. I knew I was going to like it, I expected it to be good, but I’m really glad with how everything turned out. The only thing I didn’t really like, was that I felt that too little of the story was dedicated to Jonathan. He was still the main antagonist, and I felt that he deserved a little more time/attention. I don’t think anything should have been cut or made shorter, so the only way it would have been possible is if the episode had been longer. Which is why it is so sad the show was cancelled. There was still so much too explore, so many small storylines that needed to be sidelined. But, given the time they had, I think they did a phenomenal job. All the characters get a good ending to their story. And not just the main characters. They brought so many smaller characters back, gave them all a nice last moment, and all of it felt organic. I loved every bit of this finale. The only thing I would have still wanted to see, was perhaps a fight before Clary and Jonathan talked. To see just how powerful Jonathan was, and to give the others (Jace, Izzy, Alec, Magnus, Simon) a last chance to fight the main antagonist, because I kinda felt like they were robbed of that moment. I still loved the way Jonathan was defeated in the end, even though I would have loved for him to have been purified of his demon blood, and been given a chance at redemption. But that is probably because I always have had a soft spot for Jonathan.

Thank you Shadowhunters, for everything.

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Chapter 16: Rescue

Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural, any of the script, any of its characters, or Jenny or Shane

Co-Produced by: @sarimaposthumous (thank you for helping me figure this out!)

Spoilers: Season 14

Warnings: mentions of torture (light descriptions), psychological/emotional torture, shit ton of flashbacks

TRIGGER WARNING: very brief mention of suicide (no details, basically just the word), flashback with implied sexual assault (vague), panic attack

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Chapter 16: Rescue

It’s been three days since Lucifer kidnapped Elliana. Wait...was it three days or three weeks? No, maybe it was three months...six months? Ellie wasn’t too sure how long it’d been anymore. One thing she was sure of was that it’s been way too long.

Ellie has long since given up on trying to escape; and suicide was no longer an option since Lucifer just brought her back, needing her to be alive to have leverage against the Winchesters. She tried anything and everything she could to get out of her cell all for nothing. All she could do was sit in her misery; take the intermittent beatings and psychological tortures.

She barely saw Lucifer much anymore since being expelled from Cas’ vessel. So Damon became the more frequent ‘companion’, taking pleasure in hurting her on a regular basis.

“The last remaining Moore,” he would snark, walking in to harass Elliana again. During one of his last visits, he informed her that he killed her brother. Now she was the last of her family. And he was going to take his time with this one, since no one was around to witness anything. He would beat and hurt her, leaving her severely injured but nothing fatal. He would leave her on the brink so Lucifer could come back to heal her, then let Damon start over again. His favorite thing to do, however, was to hurt her psychologically. Physical pain she could take. He had tried his hardest to pull a ‘mercy!’ from her lips. He’d gone through every injury he could think of. But psychologically? That was a big winner. Making her relive her worst memories:

Kali leaned down and caressed Gabriel’s face. “I’m sorry.” She slid the angel blade through Gabriel’s abdomen, causing light to stream from his mouth and eyes.

“Nooo! Gabriel!!” Ellie shouted, jumping up from her chair, only to be pulled back by Sam. “No!” she cried, fighting against the younger Winchester, who only held her tighter.

“I don’t want to,” 4-year-old Elliana cried.

“You have to,” he said, feigning innocence.

Ellie had no idea what any of this was or what it meant. All she knew was it felt wrong and she was scared. Confused.

“Here I thought you’d be happy to see me again. The last time I was around, we got pretty close.”

Ellie became weak from all the blood he had drained. She could barely put up a fight. It was different this time, but more terrifying now that she understood things.

“Please, don’t,” she begged. She could feel herself shutting down but managed to scream one more “Please!” before his body overtook hers.

“Jenny,” she began, turning to face her. “Where’s Shane?”

“Look, a little while after you left – maybe about 6 months ago…a demon…the demon who killed my family…” she inhaled a shaky breath before continuing. “I was locked in the supply closet and I heard the fighting…and the screaming, but the demon got the better of him. Shane, he…he managed to exorcise it, but when I ran out he…he died in my arms.”

“But uh… they just kind of vanished one day… said they were checking something out for the case we were working and would text me soon and…they never did. I tried looking for them but came up with nothing… I guess they just left me,” she shrugged, quickly wiping a few stray tears away.

Sam reached a hand toward Kevin, setting Anaya off, and Elliana went to shove him away before a force threw them across the room. He placed a hand on Kevin’s head and Ellie shouted out a desperate ‘No! Kevin!’ as light streamed from his eyes and mouth and he let out a long scream.

Ellie cried.

But not the cliché crying where a single tear slips down her cheek as she holds his forehead to hers. The real crying. The ugly crying. The crying where choked sounds escape her throat and a stream of tears and snot run down her reddened face as she grips his body so tight her knuckles turn white; where her sobs don’t allow her to appropriately release her emotions so she screams until her throat is raw; where she eventually passes out from her hyperventilating and collapses onto his lifeless body.

Twisting good memories into bad ones:

“You gonna be alright, kiddo?” Dean asked, noticing the smile on her face.

“It’ll take a while,” she admitted. “But I think so. And I have you three as well,” she said, smiling at each of them.

“Damn straight,” Dean said, giving her a hug.

A twig snapped behind the group, causing them all to turn around - to find Lucifer.

The fallen archangel stood there with a confident smirk, arms crossed.

“What? No ‘hello’?”

Before Sam, Dean, Cas, or Elliana got the chance to react, the boys fell and began writhing on the ground in pain. Ellie fell on her knees, placing a careful hand on Sam’s shoulder.

“Sam??” The girl then glanced at Lucifer. “What are you doing?! Leave them alone!”

“Why? The fun’s just beginning,” he said, closing a fist and twisting it around. Blood poured from the boys’ eyes and they cried out in agony. Tears began to flow from Ellie’s eyes as well, feeling helpless as her friends were being tortured.

“Kevin!” Elliana called out. She ran over and threw her arms around the prophet’s neck, retracting quickly when he groaned in pain. “Are you ok? What happened? Where were you?! Come on, let’s get you to the motel and clean you up.”

She held out a hand for Kevin to take when a knife pierced through his chest, eliciting a pained shout from him.

“Nooo!” Ellie cried. Kevin’s body dropped as the knife was pulled out. A demon stood in his place, eyes flashing jet black.

“Ok,” Ellie said, letting out a tired sigh. “Almost out.”

Bess had been in labor for hours now but everything had been going smoothly. Well, as smoothly as giving birth can go. But Bess was holding out like a champ.

Finally, the baby was out.

“It’s a girl,” Elliana smiled, holding the newborn. But her smile slowly faded as she realized the infant had yet to utter a single noise. The next moments were a flash of searching for a heartbeat, attempted resuscitation, and, finally, heartbreak. The child was gone.

And giving her nightmares that play on her fears and insecurities:

Elliana sat huddled in the corner of a room, arms wrapped tightly around her knees as her whole body shook in fear. She tried and failed to control her hyperventilation.

“What the hell, Ellie?!” Jenny yelled, coming into view. “Pull yourself together! It’s a good thing I was here to save your sorry ass; you can’t even take care of yourself and control your stupid fears.”

Tears now filled Ellie’s eyes as her friend berated her.

“You’re useless!”

Elliana woke up, though kept her eyes closed, tears still streaming from under her eyelids. She went to sit up, but let out a pained sob when a shooting pain ran through her arm, broken by Damon the day before. Her other ‘light’ injuries stung with her movements as well.

Dean chased Elliana through the halls of the bunker, knife in his hand. Ellie’s lungs begged for air and muscles screamed for a break. As she rounded the next corner, she tripped and landed hard on the cement floor, a grunt escaping her lips. She shot back up but ended up right in Dean’s grip. He spun her around and pushed her into the wall next to them. Ellie fought against his grip but he was too strong. His eyes flashed black before returning to their normal color.

“Caught you,” he smirked, fingers digging into her shoulders. Ellie bit her tongue, refusing to let out any pained noises. “Let’s play a game. See how much it takes for you to give up.” His look turned from devilish to fully dangerous, expression darkening a considerate amount.

“Dean, this isn’t you,” Elliana said, voice shaking. Her frightened eyes searched his. “This is the mark. Please, just let me go and let Sam and me help you.”

“Oh, but this is me, Ells,” he mocked, smirk returning. De is right here. New and improved. I’m seeing things in a whole new light. Letting everything out. I can finally tell you how pathetic you are without worrying about your feelings-”

“Dean, please-”

“We only took you in out of pity; we would’ve been forced with guilt if you died on your own, feeling wrongfully responsible for you. You’re weak. Pitiful,” he spat out the last two words; each one sent daggers into Elliana’s heart. She squeezed her eyes shut and rested her head against the wall. “And guess what, princess - we never loved you.”

She bit back her sobs; even though she had already cried and let out forced pained sobs, she didn’t want to give her captors any more satisfaction than she needed to. Plus, being strong (or trying to at least) gave her something else to do in her time alone.

Elliana was back at Garth and Bess’ house. She walked through the door and heard Garth screaming. Ellie’s eyes widened and she ran through the house trying to find him, finally seeing him in the basement strapped to the dentist chair he kept.

And Bess and Gertie were dead on the floor.

“No…” Ellie whispered desperately. “No…”

Lucifer now appeared in front of Garth, smirking as he held a knife in his hands.

Garth closed his eyes tiredly and rested his head back against the chair.

“Alright,” the devil said. “I saved the best for last. Ready for round three?”

“Please,” Garth begged. “I don’t know where she is.”

“Garth! Lucifer, stop! I’m right here! Take me!” Ellie yelled.

But they didn’t hear or see her. It was like she was invisible to them.

She shouted and cried and begged Lucifer to stop, as she was forced to watch him torture Garth. Ellie’s cries became strangled and exhausted. Garth was suffering. Because of her.

Ellie flinched when the door to her cell opened and a set of shoes stepped in, door shutting behind them. The shoes stepped slowly - tauntingly until stopping in front of Ellie’s face. The person they belonged to squatted down more to her level. Elbows resting on the knees, and hands clasped together, Damon spoke.

“So, what shall we do today?”

The cell door slammed shut one more time, leaving Elliana crying on the ground again, curled up in pain. She let out silent sobs and buried her face in her arms. She didn’t know how much more she could take. She slowly reached into the waistband of her jeans and pulled out her keychain she had always kept on her. It was the only thing Lucifer and Damon hadn’t found. It was her only source of comfort.

She laid it over her good hand and looked at the amulet Gabriel had gifted her after his death. She closed her hand to the best of her ability, being sore just about everywhere, and held it to her head. She hoped for some kind of comfort. Some kind of transference of positive feelings. Instead, she was met with a burning sensation, causing her to shoot up and drop the chain on the floor in shock. Eyes wide open, she stared at the amulet, which was glowing white now.

In a most dire time, it’ll lead you the right way, Gabriel’s written words echoed in her head. But what did it mean?

The sound of fluttering wings came from behind Eliiana and she cringed in fear, waiting for Lucifer to hit her. But instead, her eyes followed the amulet as it slid across the floor and into Gabriel’s hand.

Ellie’s eyes widened again and tears immediately streamed from them.

“G-...Gabriel?” she said, voice strained and cracking. “Gabriel?”

The archangel smiled warmly, pushing his anger down at whoever hurt his ladybird; he needed to stay calm for Ellie’s sake. “Hey, little wolf.” He knelt down slowly, so as to not alarm her, and pressed two fingers to her forehead, healing all her injuries. She let out a gasp of relief. She took a few deep breaths, relishing in the ability to take in air without pain. As soon as her body felt satisfied, she jumped over to fling her arms around Gabriel, making him chuckle as she almost toppled him over. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted the girl off the ground, eliciting a small giggle. Gabriel smiled bigger, missing the sound, and hugged her tighter.

“You were dead,” Elliana whispered, tears still leaking from her eyes.. “I thought you were dead. We all did. How are you here?”

“It’s a long story. But I’m here now, little wolf. I’m here. Now,” he said, putting her back on her feet. “Let’s get you out of here.” He went to wrap an arm around her but she lightly pushed it away.

“Wait,” she said. “Take me to Damon. I have to do something first,” she practically snarled.

Gabriel smirked deeply, more than happy to oblige. “Here,” he said, handing her a pair of enochian brass knuckles. “You may need these.”

Ellie smirked, too, and took the knuckles. She put an arm around Gabriel and they poofed to another room of the building, appearing behind Damon who sat cross-legged on a couch. Upon hearing the sound of fluttering wings, he turned around expecting Lucifer but was met with a hard punch to the face, sending him falling to the floor. The demon looked up, holding his jaw.

“Now it’s my turn,” Elliana said darkly. She began to beat him with everything she had, emptying out all of her anger. When she was satisfied enough, Damon laying bloody and broken on the floor, she reached into his jacket pocket and took her necklace that he had taken after Lucifer kidnapped her and Gabriel’s archangel blade. “This is mine,” she growled, proceeding to stab him in the chest with the blade, satisfaction filling her as orange streaks ran throughout his body. She pulled the blade out, hard look still on her face. She walked over to Gabriel, giving him back his blade (since he was in fact not dead, she figured he would need it more than her), and let him take her away.

Elliana sat cuddled into Gabriel’s side, one of his arms draped around her shoulders with his head resting on hers. He ran a comforting hand over her arm as they sat in silence. Ellie drew in her guardian’s comfort and closed her eyes.

“Do you really have to go?” she whispered.

She couldn’t see the deep frown that pulled at Gabriel’s lips or the way he set his jaw to push his emotions down.

“Yeah, little wolf. I do.”

“Just stay, Gabe,” Ellie said, sitting up to look him in the eyes. “We can protect you here,” she continued, gesturing in the general direction of the bunker they sat mere yards away from.

Gabriel sighed. “Elliana, I can’t put you guys in danger like that; especially you,” he said, placing a loving hand on her cheek. His heart warmed when she unconsciously turned into his touch. She cut his feelings short when she removed his hand with hers, but continued to hold it in desperation.

“Gabriel...please,” she begged. “I-...I can’t lose you again. Please let me help you.”

The archangel pursed his lips and shook his head, eyes darting to the ground before looking back at Ellie. “I’d be the worst guardian ever if I did that,” he attempted a joke. When seeing she wouldn’t take it, he went to speak again but was cut off when the sound of tire screeches in the distance were heard. Gabriel knew who it was. “Come here.” He stood up with Elliana and pulled her into a hug. Elliana struggled a little bit, wanting to break off and defend him, but Gabriel only held her tighter. She finally gave in and wrapped her arms around him just as tightly.

“Please,” she whimpered, eyes tearing up.

“Take care, little wolf. It’ll be ok. I’ll be ok.”

Ellie let out a half-hearted chuckle. “You may be a trickster but you can’t deceive me, Gabey.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes and gave her a poke. “I told you I hate that nickname.”

The girl smiled sadly and pulled him closer.

Shouts came from behind them and Gabriel kissed Ellie’s head and went to run off after saying, “I love you, E.”

Sounds of a struggle followed soon after and Elliana pushed forward into a sprint, trying to find them. She knew Gabriel told her to stay away but she couldn’t help it. She made it to the clearing at the entrance of the bunker in enough time to see a beaten Gabriel being shoved into a car. Gabriel saw her and snapped his fingers to transport her inside the bunker right in the middle of her screaming, “No!”

Sam and Dean, who sat in their rooms, shot up at hearing her shout and bolted out to the bottom of the bunker’s stairs. They stopped dead in their tracks at seeing Elliana there, but once they recovered they ran over and pulled her into a hug.

“Oh God...Ellie, you’re safe.”

“What the hell happened? Are you alright?”

“How’d you get away from Lucifer?”

“Did he do anything to you?”

“How did you get here?”

“Why were you screaming?”

None of the questions received an answer because Ellie was too overwhelmed. She had no idea what to feel or focus on. As the brothers gave each other a concerned glance, they felt Ellie finally hug them back, deciding to let relief take the front seat. She would find Gabriel and save him. But she needed to rest first; she wouldn’t be any use to him mentally burned out. So she let out a shaky sigh and pulled the boys closer.

“Gosh, I missed you guys,” she said. “I...I’ll explain everything later. I just want a hug right now.”

The guys chuckled a bit and smiled, gladly obliging. They had no idea what was going on but they were beyond relieved to have Ellie back safe and sound.

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