#god the lighting in the scenes from the first two gifs will forever grate me

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JONATHAN BYERS & NANCY WHEELER | every type of kiss  

inspired by this post from @summersjancy cheek. lips. shoulder. hand. forehead.

[tinyyoungblood]

midnight in prague | tom holland

summary: you play MJ in far from home and when filming gets too stressful, you and tom sneak off from set to explore the city of prague at night while also talking about the idea of running away together

pairing: tom holland x actress!reader

word count: 1.9 k

warnings: a bit angsty but mainly fluff, one (1) violent metaphor, language 

a/n: i highly recommend listening to the song, it’s absolutely beautiful, sets the mood and inspired this story. used some of the lyrics as dialogue. enjoy! 

song/inspo: Canada (ft. Alessia Cara) by Lauv

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“That’s a wrap, guys!” The crew cheered weakly, lacking the usual enthusiasm. Not moving from your spot, you meekly pumped your fist in the air in mute joy. To say you were exhausted wasn’t just an understatement, it was a big truck that rammed and then dragged you through the empty streets of Prague. You’ve been up since 9 am and the enormous clock, that had surely become the focal point for everybody, almost signaled three hours after midnight.

Your scene partner was even more drained than you. Tom was barely twitching a limb—only a hollow shell, containing the last remains of his wiped-out energy.

With his head rested on yours, you believed he was dead asleep and lightly poked his side to wake him up. But he only reached out and held your hand in a loose grip, arms dangling between your bodies. “I’m awake,” he murmured, and you were sure he was talking in his sleep.

“Tommy, wake up,” you said gently and wrapped your arms around his torso, letting him engulf you in a warm hug but he didn't budge, “You’re compressing my brain, Tom.”

Slowly, he lifted his head, eyes fluttering open to scan your face but only a second later did he realize that insomnia had caused him to believe your teasing for once. You couldn’t help but pout at the prominent exhaustion on his face. Footsteps on cobblestone and the movement of heavy filming gadgets made up your surroundings but you focused solely on Tom and the guilty look on his face. No words were needed for you to know that he was still sorry for something that he had no control over.

It wasn’t his fault that the weather conditions pushed the night shootings back and it certainly wasn’t his fault that cars were constantly driving over the bridge that you were filming at, forcing you to quickly jump to the side, only to shuffle right back to restart the scene.

But this was Prague and he was Tom. Much like his character, he had thoroughly planned a romantic trip for both of you and after weeks of gushing about it, he was sure he could make it work but something would always come up and push his plans into hopelessness.

At this point, he had accepted his fate but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t sad every time he looked at you and mad every time somebody said “action”. He loved his job and was forever grateful but for fuck’s sake, was it too much to ask for to spend some alone time with his girlfriend?

Just when he was about to open his mouth to apologize to you, you locked his lips with yours and he melted into the kiss, tense shoulders dropping. Releasing his lips with a soft plop, he sighed with a small smile, but his eyes still held sadness. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that the others were already walking toward the van to drive back to the hotel to fall into a restless sleep, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let Tom go to bed like this.

Your mind flicked to back home where you had naively envisioned your trip to Europe to be completely different—free and without a care in the world. You knew you were here for work, but you didn’t expect to have this many obligations that added to the constant pressure of having to deliver the perfect scenes. The world was counting on you to not fuck this up.

You sighed and looked down at the river. The water reflected the vibrant yellow streetlights and brought you a sense of much-needed peace and tranquillity. Tom watched you curiously as your eyes marveled at the scenery.

Your head whipped back to him and now you were beaming at him, a glimpse of mischief dancing in your eyes. “Let’s get out of here.” Tom blankly stared at you and blinked to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “What?”

“I’m saying,” you dragged out and let go of his torso to swing his arms excitedly from side to side, he squeezed your hand, “this is our last night in Prague! We’ve been looking forward to this for the longest time, do you really want to miss it? Come on, we can sleep on the plane tomorrow. Let’s be carefree for once.” Your soul was fueled with sparkling joy and you forgot about your exhaustion. “Let’s be free.”

Tom took a second to contemplate your words before a wide grin broke out on his face and he nodded eagerly, surrendering to bliss. “God, I’m obsessed with your brain sometimes.”

With your hand still in his, you pulled him with you, excitement shimmering. Crossing the Charles Bridge, the two of you slipped away and entered the night you had dreamed of.

Golden lanterns on the side of the houses marked hidden but absolutely breathtaking alleys and for the first time on this trip, it was quiet and serene. Your eyes couldn’t stop darting everywhere, taking it all in with the deepest admiration. It was like you were falling in love with the whole world.

You had a bounce to your step and Tom couldn’t contain his bubbly feelings at the sight of you. He didn’t really understand what switch of yours was suddenly flicked for your spirits to fly this high, but he didn’t need to. He missed spending time with you. Back in the States, both of your schedules were packed and barely allowed a fleeting glimpse but now, the girl of his dreams was buzzing with happiness while the streetlights highlighted her glowing face and he’d be damned if he wouldn’t treasure every moment.

The darkness made the town appear like a secret fairytale village with its colorful houses and narrow passages. Your soft chatter lingered in the warm summer air and every time a giggle left your lips Tom’s heart filled with more love for you, warming him from within. With his adoring gaze, he spun you around. Your dress flying up and you stretched your arms upward, enjoying the carefreeness with a broad smile. You felt like you were floating, feet barely touching the ground as the both of you were dancing to no music.

Drunk with happiness, both of you laughed as Tom pressed your back against a wall. With his hands caressing your hips and your foreheads pressed against each other, your heart throbbed with profound joy, something you haven’t felt in a while.

Adrenaline and happiness consumed you, so much of it that you nearly forgot to breathe but you didn’t need to as Tom’s lips were already on yours. You pushed off the wall, sealing the tiny space between you and he deepened the kiss. Your heart almost broke with joy. Pulling apart, it left you breathless again and you were certain nothing could ever wipe off the stupid grin on your faces.

Arms swinging, the two of you continued your fairytale walk and ended up at the Charles bridge again where you had started off the night. Still high on emotions, Tom pulled you with him as he swung his legs over the rim of the bridge and gestured for you to follow. You didn’t hesitate and sat next to him, legs dangling over the river. You rested your head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around your small frame as you overlooked the sight in front of you.

Your voice was delicate as you spoke, cautioning into the silence, “I really needed this. It's almost like I've been stuck at home forever.” Tom was playing with strands of your hair and you knew he was deep in thoughts.

Again, you watched the dancing streetlights reflection on the water surface but this time it didn’t bring you peace. You had your night and that was all you wanted. So why did you feel a pinch of sadness at the simple thought of heading to the hotel, settling into your bed and calling it a night. You didn’t want this night to end and you knew Tom also dreaded having to end this feeling.

So the question he asked next wasn’t a surprise to you in the slightest—it resonated with you.

“What if we move to Canada?”

He sounded hopeful. Musing about taking on the world in a different way than you both already did but he knew you two were in no position to be bold and just not give a damn. It was neither in his nor your power to be selfish. A sudden breeze left goosebumps on your exposed skin, but he dreamingly gazed at you with vulnerable eyes and you let yourself dream with him.

“We could bring Tessa,” you voiced, and the corner of his mouth quirked up. “And your paintbrush and some candy,” Tom added, and awe transformed your face, eyes lighting up.

“I guess we’re lucky that we don’t need much outside of us, do we?” You chuckled softly and he shook his head with a sad smile on his face. He took your hand in his and started to play with your fingers, eyes looking heavenward. For the first time tonight, you noticed the endless stars sparkling from above.

“You know, when we film those movies...” He licked his lips and your gaze darted to his hesitant face. You weren’t sure if tears were brimming his eyes or if they reflected the deep water but they were glistening and you squeezed his hand to remind him that you were there. “...When they talk about those people in the movies who up and leave, I always think about how that could be us.”

He looked down at you, hands tightening around yours and now you were sure those were tears shimmering in his eyes. “That could be you and me.”

You didn’t answer and he didn’t need you to.

Both of you knew this wasn’t the heat of the moment talking. ‘Let’s get away from here and do our own thing’ wasn’t an option for any of you. Your thing was acting, you loved it from the bottom of your heart, and you wouldn’t be completed without that passion in your life and Tom—Tom was Spider-Man. Arguably one of the most recognizable cinematic characters in the world. Besides the fact that he couldn’t just quit, he didn’t want to either.

This was the life that you both chose. Unforgettable memories, unconditional support and overwhelming opportunities. There were also hours of press tours, draining interviews and nerve-wracking red carpets.

Your heart rate picked up at the single thought of it all but if tonight had taught you anything, it had taught you something deeply beautiful. Amid the chaos and pressure, amid the glamour and blessings, all you needed in the end was Tom by your side. He was the reason why you soared your highest heights and he was your support system when you plunged to the deepest depths. Gratitude flowed through you.

Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, letting it linger for a moment before you nuzzled your head back into the crook of his neck—brown eyes never leaving you. He returned the gesture by leaving a gentle kiss on top of your head, before resting his own on yours, pressing you closer into his body with a content sigh.

We are lucky that we don't need much outside of us.

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wrote this at 5 am so it might be extra cheesy but i’m still too sleep-deprived to tell lol. i appreciate the hell out of feedback so feel free to leave me some and if you don’t, that’s okay too. thank u for reading, buh-bye! x

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[stellarboystyles]

Ever Since New York

This is my first fic for the HS1 Masterlist that @bfharry​, @goldenfeelin​ and myself have created...i hope you enjoy <3

2.4k of light fluff and angst

NYC was beautiful this time of year. Glittering holiday lights illuminated the cityscape, blankets of snow cloaking the ground as the two of you walked down the icy sidewalk with your hand enveloped in his. The two of you had just left a holiday party that some of your friends were hosting. Their house was just a few blocks down from Harry’s apartment, so you walked. Which seemed fine, until it was one in the morning and you were fighting against the freezing Brooklyn air just to get home. The thick white blanket encasing the ground below you illuminates your path as you were walking when a burst of wind rushes through your coat, making you shiver. 

“I know, m’sorry bug.” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his warmth. “Almost there.” 

After walking up the stairs to his apartment, Harry fumbled with his key a bit before successfully unlocking the door, the cold air slowing the movements of his fingers. 

“Finally.” he grumbled before pushing the door open. You took off your coat, hanging it up and he followed with the same action. 

Everything about Harry’s Brooklyn apartment was so nostalgic. The smell of spices and vanilla is evident when you walk in from your favorite candle that he was burning earlier, not to mention the color scheme, it was your favorite out of every place that he’s ever had. Different textures and jewel tones filled the space and even though Harry always says that New York is too crazy for him, he can’t argue that you've made some of your best memories here.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” his voice was soft, taking a few steps towards you. Your back was pressed against his chest as strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. He proceeded to kiss the top of your head as you spoke. 

“Remember the last time we were here together?” you couldn’t help but smile, reminiscing of the night when your life changed forever. 

“Can I open my eyes now?”

Harry’s hands are covering your eyes as he’s guiding you down the hallway. 

“Shhh.” he ignores your request, too focused on whatever he has planned. “Okay, there’s steps here, so just step up-there ya go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Fo’ the last time, s’a surprise.” he huffs playfully before reaching around you and it sounded like he was opening a door in front of you.

“I’m scared.”

“Why ya scared fo’? S’just me, love.”

You roll your eyes under his palms but he’s quick to catch you. “Heeeey.” 

“You’re always up to somethin’, and you know I hate surprises-”

“Jus’ hush and keep walkin’, almost there.”

The breezy October air rushed in from outside and soon you felt concrete scuffing underneath your sneakers. You can hear his shaky breath from behind you and the curiosity is too much to bear.

“Okay,” he takes his hands away. “Open your eyes.”

Once your eyes adjusted to the golden light of the sun, the scene in front of you was breathtaking.

You were on the rooftop of Harry’s apartment building. Twinkling fairy lights were strung above your head and you felt like you were dreaming. Your eyes fall to the ground and there’s blankets and pillows and your favorite snacks are scattered on top, and your favorite candle is sat on the ledge burning. Soon after, your ears pick up the music that’s playing. 

“Thought we could watch the sunset...and I got your favorite playlist.”

You felt frozen, but your heart was so warm.

You swiftly turned around to face him, bringing your hands up to his cheeks. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” you question and the genuine smile on his face is more than contagious.

“Y’tryna make me blush?” 

His sheepish comment makes you giggle. “Maybe.”

“Think it’s workin’.” 

The air was leaving his lungs a little too fast but you could tell that he was nervous.

“You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

His eyes slightly widen, but he tries to hide it. as his arms pull you into a bear hug. “M’fine.”

“You are so special.” you murmur after a few moments, pulling back to look at him. 

“Awh stop.” he shies away from your accolade. “Just love you, s’all.”

“I love you too.”

He stood there for a moment before taking her hands and turning around so that he was standing in front of her and gently pulling. “C’mere.”

You feel drawn to him. He pulls you into the middle of the open space. “Wanna dance with me?”

Both of his hands are holding yours and he gives you a cheeky smile before pulling you in. 

“You really shouldn’t have gotten those tattoos on your ankles if you thought you were ever gonna dance again.”

Your comment surprised him and he looks down at his shoes, and you both burst into giggles when he quickly looks back up at you. His face softens at your face, he loves making you happy. 

“Only for you.”

Butterflies flittered inside of your rib cage at his statement. 

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, your head resting against his chest as he held you. Your hands slid underneath his shirt, feeling the muscles of his back beneath your fingertips while slowly moving to the melody of a kodaline song. 

“Have somethin’ fo’ you.” 

Mild confusion crossed your face at his words as he pulled away. “What is it?”

“Jus’...I want you to know somethin’ first.” 

He held your hands in his as he spoke. 

“I want you to know how wonderful you are.” he takes a breath. “When i first saw you I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my whole life, but you...quickly showed me your heart. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, so kind and funny and we’ve grown so much together, and m’bein’ honest...I wouldn’t be who I am right now without you. You showed me how to love again, how to trust again, and m’so grateful.”

Small tears are trying to sneak their way onto your cheeks, and you couldn’t take your eyes away from his, so you didn’t notice him reaching into his pocket right away. He looked unusually nervous, more so with every word, voice wavering just a bit. 

That’s when Harry dropped down onto his knee, and he was holding a ring, and you were already crying. 

“Harry,” you pleaded, voice barely above a whisper and you could hear the punching heartbeat in your ears. 

“I love you with all of my heart. M’so incredibly in love with you.”

Your lungs felt empty, air leaving them too fast to keep up. 

“My love, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” you were breathless, hands moving to cradle his cheeks. “Yes, yes, oh my gosh, yes.”

“Remember it like it was yesterday.” he hummed, reaching around to place a kiss on your cheek, which you leaned into. 

“It was the best night of my life.” you spoke honestly, holding onto his hands as they came over your shoulders. 

“Hope so, don't’ think ‘ve ever been tha’ nervous.”

“You’re hands were shaking so bad, tryin’ to put the ring on my finger.” your giggling earned a scoff from Harry. 

“Heeey, your hands were shakin’ too! And I couldn’t mess up tha’ moment! Knew it was somethin’ we were gonna remember forever.”

“I will.” you turned around in his hold, hands on his cheeks. “You’re the best fiancé in the world.”

“No, you are.” 

“No, you—”

He cut you off before you could start fussing. Soft lips were on yours, the kiss sweet and filled with love. 

Before anything could escalate, the next thing you heard was Harry’s phone buzzing from the inside of his back pocket.

“M’gonna get tha’.” he mumbled against your lips, kissing you one more time before pulling away. “But right after, m’all yours, love.” 

You giggled before turning around, proceeding to take out your earrings as he answered the call. 

“Hi mum.” 

Harry stayed silent, holding the phone up to his ear and intently listening at what she was telling him. 

“No, m’with Y/N.” 

“Is everything alright?” he questioned, now pacing around the bedroom. His next words were hushed into the phone. “D’you want me to come down there?”

You turned around at his words, wondering if it was what you thought it was. 

“Mum, jus’ tell me, please.”

With everything inside of you, you hoped and prayed it wasn’t what you thought it was. 

“Oh, god.” 

His voice instantly flooded with distress, chest rising and falling rapidly. He ran a hand through his hair, tears spilling onto his cheeks. 

“No, no no.”

The repeated silence was deafening. 

“It’s not fair.” he cried, squeezing his eyes closed as he sat on the edge of the bed. The conversation with his mum lasted a few more minutes before he told her loved her, and that he would be there as soon as he could. As soon as he hung up the phone he’d burst into tears again. You sat beside him, placing a hand on the side of his face, encouraging him to lay his head on your shoulder. He struggled to explain through pained sobs what was happening, and his words broke your heart. His stepdad, who raised him since he was seven years old, was fighting a long battle with cancer and everyone has always been hopeful, but his mum had just told him the words he never wanted to hear. 

There was nothing more that they could do. 

His cries were gut wrenching, fingers tightly clutching your shirt as you held him. 

“For fuck’s sake, the wedding.”

You could feel your heart ripping out of your chest as Harry choked out those words. He is like a second dad to you, so when you and Harry got engaged you’d asked him to walk you down the aisle. Your heart couldn’t even begin to think about that right now.

“Need t’go down there, gonna get a plane.”

The bunch of conflicting emotions were causing Harry’s thoughts to be scattered, not that you could blame him, but you were struggling to process everything too. 

“I’m going with you.”

Your voice was soft, not wanting to upset him further. His head hung down, looking at his hands. 

“He’d love t’see you.” 

“I’d love that, too.” you promised, gently stroking his hair. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”

 The two of you didn’t get any sleep that night. He stayed up sitting on the edge of the bed, praying for hours—begging for something, anything. Nothing in life can prepare you for something like this. The hurt, the anger, the confusion.

“Feel like m’just talking t’the wall.” he huffs, roughly running his hands through his hair before choking out another sob.

“There’s a reason your heart tells you things.” He lifts his head to look at you and his cheeks are stained with tears but his eyes still pierce into yours, intently listening. “You may not ever know the reason why your heart tells you what it does, but you always have to listen.”

He dips his head down, staring at his hands as his eyes squeeze shut and the fact that you know there are tears welling up again makes you sick to your stomach. “Jus’ want-” his breath jerks as another sob comes out of his chest. “Want it t’be a dream.” and you wanted that too. Hell, you wanted to say something, anything to make feel better...but was there really anything you could say? No. Harry wasn’t stupid, he knew all too well that this could always be a possibility, but he was always filled with hope. This is his dad. Of course he’s going to have all the hope in the universe.

“Never thought this would ever happen, y’know? Thought that it would work this time.”

“Maybe he can get another doctor.” he’s already shaking his head. “There has to be something-”

“Fuck’s sake.” he interrupts, pushing himself off the bed and storming across the room and into the hallway and your gaze dropped to the floor. Letting Harry cool off was the best thing to do when he was angry, and when the sound of what you assumed was his fist punching drywall broke the tense silence, you didn’t flinch. 

Then you heard it again...and again, and again, followed by a strangled cry and that’s when you stepped in, jogging down the hallway calling Harry’s name. 

“Harry,” you gripped his other bicep, trying to pull him away and as soon as he felt your touch, he broke down. His forehead pressed against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut and his fists still clenched above his head. He turns around, back against the wall, sliding down to the floor and his resolve slowly crumbles when you knelt down and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His head fell onto your shoulder as you held him. 

“I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

He’s shaking in your arms and the two of you are crumpled on the floor. He slowly calms down with your touch, but he’s still choking out sobs. Your hands cover his knuckles, kissing the blood stained skin.

“Shhh, I’ve got you.”

Your hands were weaved through his locks, being caressed through his hair as you held him until his breathing had calmed along with the beat of his heart, but you never wanted to let go of him.

“I wish I could make it all better.” you murmur between soft kisses to his cheeks. “I’d take all your pain away.”

“Know y’would.” he leans into the palm that’s cradling his cheek before catching a glimpse of your sleepy eyes starting to fall closed.

“Y’should get some sleep.” he rasps, head on your chest. “Don’t want y’to be exhausted tomorrow.” Despite everything he was going through right now, he was still thinking of you. 

“We can sleep on the plane.”

He nodded, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. 

It took a lot for Harry to look tired. It’d been hours of crying, sobbing, and you both needed rest. 

“I can lay with you if you want?”

“Would love that.” he wanted to smile, you could tell. But he just didn’t have it in him tonight. 

“I’ll be right back.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. 

You clung to each other as soon as you were under the covers. You protectively put your arms around him, running your hands through his hair and his eyes never left your face.

“I’m not gonna ask you if you’re alright, because I know you’re not.” one of your hands came down to his face, thumb brushing across his cheek.

“I’ll always be here for you, whatever you need.” you took a deep breath, brushing the hair away from his face. “Always.”

“Will y’hold me, please?” his voice was raspy, his tone sweet and sad.

“C’mere.”

Emotions were so fresh and raw right now, but all you could do was be there for him. With every fiber of your being you wanted to take his pain away, kiss it better...anything. But right now, all you could do was love him. And for Harry, that was more than enough. 

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Can I just say, from the bottom of my heart, holy shit

When I started this chapter, I expected it to be another 2k that I had to force myself through, that would feel rushed and stilted and like it was really only there to get me closer to the chapters that I’m excited for.  I didn’t expect to write such a long chapter, or to write a chapter that I love and am beyond proud of.  As a writer, I honestly believe that this is one of the best chapters I’ve ever put together, even if it’s taken me since before quarantine even started to get it done.  

But it’s done!!!  And it puts Wayward Daughter above the 100k mark, and that’s insane – the last time I wrote a project that passed the 100k mark, it was a full novel at 150k and has since been lost forever due to technical difficulties.  This is such a big milestone for me that I just really want to do something to celebrate!  I have a few ideas for creations that I plan to make, but what I really want to do is to celebrate/thank everyone who has supported me and this fic so far!

Every kudos, every reblog, every vote, every favourite, every comment, all of it has led me to this point.  And I really want to show all of you wonderful readers how much this means to me, but I have no idea what to do!  

(shameless plug, if you haven’t read it before: AO3 | FFNET | WATTPAD)

So I’m throwing this out into the universe – 

What suggestions do you guys have?  Anyone who has hit a big fic milestone before, did you celebrate?  What did you do?  Any thoughts, opinions, feedback, or advice is more than welcome!

And while this chapter hasn’t been published yet (it’s currently two in the morning and I have to actually edit now rip), I do need to say a few thank yous!

@lorettastwilight​

God, I don’t even know where to start!  You have been my biggest cheerleader since day one!  You showed up less than a week after I posted the first chapter, and have read and commented on every single one, offering endless love and support and feedback.  You’re the reason that I started using this blog, that I became confident in sharing my characters, and the reason that Wayward even got a second chapter let alone all of this.  You have listened to me rant for hours on end about every single detail and have helped me plot out even the most complicated pieces of this puzzle.  You have always been there for me, whether it’s been with kind words or another hilarious comment, or with an edit to get me out of as slump, or even with four pages of venn diagrams on the various relationships in this universe (and the eternal judgement of everyone in that Denny’s lmao).  Thanks to that very first comment, you have become one of my closest friends in real life and on tumblr, and I am eternally grateful 💖💖 I truly hope that you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it, and that when quarantine ends we might be able to get together and update that diagram!

@themildestofwriters​ @gottaenjoythelittlethingzz​

I’m putting the two of you together since so much of what I have to say to each of you ties into one another!  From the day that I first joined the JU discord, the two of you have been the biggest supporters of Amy and Wayward Daughter.  When I first joined, I was beyond hesitant to talk about this project because it wasn’t an original fiction piece, but you were both always there to encourage me to talk about my project and every other idea that I’ve had since.  Since moving into our no-longer-rp server I have gotten a chance to get to know all of your characters better than I ever could have hoped, and have fallen in love with all of them, and I truly hope you have both come to love Amy as well!  Your constant support has been more valuable than I could ever put into words, whether I’ve needed someone to bounce ideas off of, a beta, or even someone to just yell at me to stop hurting my poor girl.  With this chapter especially, having the two of you there to help me get past every hurdle and to help me celebrate every completed scene has meant the world to me, and I can say with absolute certainty that I could not have achieved this without you both, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you 💖

@papergirlverse​

TESSA MY LOVE MY DARLING!!!  I know that we’ve really only started talking in the past few months, but it feels like I’ve known you forever!  When we first started talking I was a little bit terrified of you, especially with how wonderful your writing is and how dedicated you are to actually updating your fics!  I definitely never expected you to be a bitch or anything, but I also definitely didn’t expect the day that you started yelling at me about how much you love Amy/Wayward!  Being able to talk to you about this project has truly been a gift, and your insights and feedback always mean the world to me!  You have been an amazing hype man throughout this chapter, and I really don’t have the words to express how much I appreciate that – so I hope you’ll accept a token of my gratitude in the form of that video that I can finally start working on lmao 💖💖

@ocfairygodmother​

Oh my god, where am I supposed to begin?  From the day that I joined the OC community, you have always been there to support everything that I’ve done, and without that support I can safely say that most of my ideas would never have seen the light of day.  You do so much for everyone all the time and it always inspires me to try to do more for the community as a whole.  I could talk for hours about how much your positivity has shaped my experience in this community, but I’ll save that for another day haha!  Today I just have to say thank you – every comment you have left on Wayward (and the rest of my fics, but today is Wayward day), every gift you have ever made for me, every encouraging ask and comment you have ever left, all of it has pushed me to become more confident in my abilities as a creator, and all of it has given me the confidence to share my work with this little corner of the world.  Your endless support has meant so much to me, and your enthusiasm about Amy has gotten me through more periods of self doubt than I ever want to count.  I may be a writer, but I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to the right words to tell you how much it has all meant to me, so for now all I can say is thank you 💖

To the rest of my oc fam, who have all been there to support me as a creator every single day, thank you all 💖💖

[elysianparker]

Remember me ; p.p !

summary: true love can be everlasting, even when you’re under the impression that it it gone. in which an event triggers a series of memories

warnings: mild angst & mentions of death

Sunlight filled the sky. Pure, scattered light; it’s hue ambitiously illuminated your surroundings. And as your breath stilled, you wished time would halt forever.. There was no need for an endless chain of life and death. It was just you, and Peter, engulfed, in one perfect moment. Perhaps it was the date that symbolised such bliss. A date you could never forget.

“Happy anniversary Pete”. Your words were a sweet symphony of sylabelles, so meaningful and cherished as though you had waited a while to say it.

There was no need for confirmation. You knew his smile, the beautiful corners of his mouth that would surely tilt upwards upon hearing those words. Every moment with Peter was a rare delicacy. You wished to savour it. For he loved you.

Your attention momentarily flickered to the expanse of cerulean above. It was almost as clear as your memories of Peter. You remembered the day you had met. That awkward presentation in middle school..

“..and that, is why Luke Skywalker deserves more recognition”, the boy concluded. You giggled at the firm expression adorning his features. Maybe you could recite his speech word for word, if you tried.. Peter glanced at you as he heard your chuckle. Flashing you a cute grin, he adjusted the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

It caused your heart to skip at beat, and in that moment, you were aware that you had fallen hard. An epiphany almost, for realisation that you were in love with none other, than a boy named Peter Parker. You were surprised that a mere conversation developed into something much more. Quick glances to soft blushes within a matter of days. Never in your life had you expected yourself to grow so attached to someone, and yet, you had. Destiny enjoyed playing.

The wind soon brought you out of your trance like state, reality once again washing over you as you felt tears prick the corner of your eyesight. You ought to be happy. Grateful even, for the past five years. But the salty rivulets continued to cascade down your scarlet cheeks.

You glanced down at the sheet of stone before you as another memory flooded your conscious. Your eyes shut, tears glistening like hoary starlight against your skin. If you concentrated, you were able to recall the familiar scent of Peter. The warmth of his arms around you as he nuzzled his head into the crook of his neck.

This time, you were older, years past the two kids who had developed a crush on each other. “I love you Y/N”, Peter would whisper for the millionth time that day. It was not necessary since you were more than aware of his feelings for you, but you enjoyed them nonetheless.

Smiling in content, you repeated the phrase back to him as he pressed soft kisses against your knuckles. It was his small way of saying thank you after you had healed his injuries. You did not mind, even in the slightest. If Peter needed assistance, you were happy to provide it.. only for him.

“Never forget that”, the brunette added as his chocolate brown hues looked into your own. There was something about that tone which engraved itself into your mind, so sincere and honest. You had felt your heart flutter just as it did when your lips met his for the first time. There was no denying that you cared for this boy, more than anything and vowed to look after him each step of each way.

But you could not, for he was gone too soon.. The news was still as pellucid as the full moon on a crystalline night. Despite the fissures of your heart, you were swallowed by a storm of vexation and grief at just the thought.

“Y/N.. he’s dead..”, the shaky voice of MJ had informed you as you refused to part from his lifeless body.

“No! Peter!”, you had cried, slouching over his figure as the others attempted to pull you away. “Come back to me! Please”. You felt a wave of isolation wash over you, regardless to the countless amount of people surrounding the scene. A gift from God.. taken without explanation.

“I love you Peter”, you murmured as you knelt onto the solid ground. Picking up the bouquet of flowers, you gently placed them onto his gravestone.

It was the first year you had celebrated without him. A day you had both planned for so long. Well, Peter had.. in the classic Parker nature. Some grand, yet simple gesture in which he had wished to propose to you, but fate had not been so kind.

You missed him, and it hurt, like an unendurable blade to the heart, harrowing and agonising. Those brown curls.. the dimples and the discreet dotting of freckles upon his nose. You missed it all.

The birds chirped a surreal background melody as you failed to embrace the silence. If you squinted, you were certain you could feel his presence; the comforting words and gentle kisses he would litter across your face. But that feeling was gone just as soon as you imagined it, just like Peter himself.

[wickednerdery]

Title: FrostBitten: Shiver Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Marvel Pairing/character: Loki x Reader x Jotun!OC Rating: Explicit Summary: “Trust me.” Notes: This is a series/multi-chapter fic - Masterlist Here. Ulfr is a Frost Giant, more clearly so than Loki, and “played” by Lee Pace. The whole thing in general is dark, this piece (which picks up right after the last one) is quite smutty, pretty awkward, all dub-con, and has Loki using slurs. For all that and length it gets a “Read More”.

You were a fool to think Loki would not snake his away around your agreement, that he couldn’t find ways to torture without touching...keep hands on you, but malice for the other. Fucking you in front of others was nothing new, Loki forever wishes a great audience, but this is not fucking. And this audience was of just one.

“Say my name,” Loki mutters against your lips, your neck, your chest. Over and over, never satisfied no matter how often you oblige. He must sense it, that you’re not there. Your body reacts - nipples perk, skin pricks up, breath shortens - under his skilled mouth, yet you haven’t the true presence of mind to play along. Your thoughts are focused on the other.

Ulfr sits in utter silence, watching without fully taking in the scene. He can’t. He needs his head right, his desires - good and bad - under control. For your safety if for no other reason. He saw it coming with the “invite” and separated immediately; remains detached, but aware.

Loki ghosts a possessive bite over your belly that causes you to tense. It’s too intimate right now, awkward without knowing the father. His chuckle oozes as he glances up. “I hardly think a single kiss will affect our child.” It’s between tease and provocation. “What?” He mocks your shock, smirks as he raises legs over his shoulder. “Honestly think I wasn’t aware? My, but you are such a foolish little Midgardian. Your good fortune you’re also delicious...”

Tongue gives a single, slow, lick between your folds and your head falls back without response. So the tongue laps again, this time slower still, flicking fast at the end to get the desired response. Your arch, your moan, your juices flowing for him to taste. You want to look to Ulfr, to see if there’s anything within his stillness, but don’t dare. It’s too dangerous; safer now just to relax, to let Loki have his way, and attempt to speak later...always later.

“If only you’d the presence of mind to taste her when you had the chance.” Loki laughs his taunt across your sex as two fingers enter to elicit a moan. “Not that your kind holds any interest in such things.” Loki indulges in overly greedy moans, suckling at your clit until you shake. “Tell me,” he moves to kiss his way back up, fingers never stopping. “Did you even come for him...Come for him as you always do for me?”

You don’t dare answer, confess you had so intensely you’d passed out. Eyes shift to Ulfr and they catch. His spirit seems to light up, but face remains expressionless. Then his eyes drop away.

“Perhaps we should let him try again, what do you think?” The god’s mouth slams yours to prevent any answer. Fingers slip out, up to your clit, and near abuse it until your crying in need for what simply will not come. He slows as he pulls from the kiss, his grin vicious. “It’s not as if there’s risk of a child with mine already growing inside you.”

Finally Ulfr announces his alertness in a reply. “I can’t.”

Loki’s on his feet, leaving you to cover yourself. “Oh yes you can.” Eyes narrow as he closes in on the other. “You think me as foolish as she. Think I’ve not kept my eye on you, my senses open to your abilities? I know full well you can touch her now.” He sneers down at Ulfr. “You should be grateful that I even allow you to look in her direction, she is the future mother of a prince! Your prince!”

The Frost Giant slowly tilts his head up, then back down. “I will do as my king commands me. If he is generous, I will take the gift given.”

“This isn’t a gift, it’s a reminder of what you cannot have without me. That, as much as you want, you will never truly have her. You will never have children with her while I’m having the first of many.” He smirks wide, gestures Ulfr to stand. “And you need to be happy with whatever leftovers, scraps, I bestow on you, ergi.”

Whatever air’s left in the room leaves; it’s all tension, a swell of hate from Ulfr that nearly drowns you as Loki stands against it in calm amusement. You attempt to get up, slip away, but the bed creaks an alarm and both men turn to you.

The god laughs. “Come now, my dear little bold one, I’ll not let him take you as he did before. I’ll ensure he’s gentle...” Loki turns back to a glaring Ulfr. “Considerate of our child growing within you.” It’s meant to remind you of how dangerously aggressive and uncontrollable Ulfr is; that an animal’s about to fuck you and only Loki can keep you safe. And, if Ulfr isn’t aggressive, it’ll show just how much he truly cares. The offer, in Loki’s eyes, is a win-win move.

You too see the clever cruelty in it. Loki’s not just exposing Ulfr’s increased skills in magic - and how aware he is of them - but potentially his true feelings for you. You don’t fear Ulfr will be harsh, you fear he’ll be so gentle Loki finds it a reason to attack as he did before.

"Well?” Loki gives an expectant expression.

Ulfr take a deep breath, gathers his many thoughts and calculations, and acts. Approaches you slow, eyes not quite catching, and yet you get the sense he’s calm rather than unsure. That he’s thinking of his next move and those four ahead of that. But all he says is. “I won’t hurt you.”

You didn’t believe him last time - you’d hoped, but didn’t believe - you do now though.

“Take off your clothes,” Loki orders as he slips into the chair once occupied by the other. “If you’re going to be with the mother of my child, you’ll do it properly, not like the rutting beast you are.”

It’s purely for humiliation, but Ulfr doesn’t hesitate. He strips down completely and, in truth, it’s awing. Those lines you felt you now see rising across his body; the way the vines grow, entwine, swirl, from the tree at his center. The image of a wolf prowling underneath. Ridges even spiral around cock as the mere sight of you seems to arouse. Only when your eyes meet does he seem to show discomfort. “May I approach?”

Mute, eyes still taking in his full form, you nod.

He does, slow and steady, hands out at his side. You slip back, he sits. So close you feel chilled breath on your face, can see his ridges almost twitch, Ulfr mutters into your mouth. “Trust me.” His lips hit soft before you can respond, but you show your trust in opening to him.

The feel of Loki’s eyes on you remains, but you continue your attempts to ignore him. To force him to the back of your mind. The task is made easier with Ulfr’s hand cooling your thigh, soothing your sex where Loki had been so unforgiving just moments before. Whether due to Loki or the baby or simply being of sound mind now Ulfr’s touch is tentative. He breaks kisses only to return to them, hand fluttering between thighs and fingers shaking as they brush clit. With him your reaction comes quicker, more naturally, with a shudder and sigh.

“Do not drag this out,” Loki snipes suddenly, smiles tensely. “I assure you, she’s plenty prepared.”

There’s a split-second look that suggests amusement, maybe victory, before Ulfr encourages you back onto the bed. “Trust me,” he repeats even as his own nerves show. A slight shake in his lips against yours, frequent glances away - whether to the side at Loki or merely down - as he shifts to hide you both by sheets.

Loki chuckles. “Nice try.” They fade away along with the remnants of your clothing. “You’ll not hide yourselves from me. After all, how can I ensure nothing will become of my child if I cannot see what’s being done to its mother?”

The taunt sets off your anger more than Ulfr’s as you deepen the kiss, put arms around the Frost Giant’s neck to pull him to you. He’s cool, but there’s no risk of a burn and, the longer you touch the warmer he becomes...melting against you as fingers tangle up in his hair.

“Trust me.” You lift leg to hide Ulfr’s initial entry, to better feel the length of ribbed cock sliding in and filling cunt. The slowing down makes it feel so much better and you moan into his mouth, tightening muscles on instinct.

It feels so much different this way; strangely heightened and almost unnervingly intense. Being face-to-face, looking into each other’s eyes, is not Jotun custom and nearly throws Ulfr beyond his comfort. It isn’t until he feels your other hand slip down, fingers trace along curling vines over hip, waist, and ribs, that he relaxes. Begins to move.

You bite lip, hold back a moan of his name, still very aware you’re being watched. That Loki may find this amusing until he doesn’t. Ulfr’s name is turned into just a soft huff, “Ul, ul...” as he keeps slow, shallow, in thrusts.

“See, my dear bold girl,” Loki’s voice snakes in. “He’s too frightened to even fuck properly now. He’s nothing but a rimy little pup.”

Something in the word causes Ulfr to flinch, as if struck, as he looks away. “Sorry,” he mutters.

“Watch our bodies,” you offer, recalling his preference to observe. “My hand...” Fingers at ribs move in, feel along branches at his chest, then down towards his roots.

"I imagine you wish the child yours...” Loki continues, delighting in the reactions. The insecurity, the weakness. The pain. It feeds the worst parts that the Tesseract and Mind Stone have brought forth in him. It reasserts he’s the king, the god, he needs to be. “But you'll not have her without my child already growing inside. Now finish my leftovers before I change my mind and pull them from you forever.”

Ulfr gives a growl as you reach the strangest twists in his lines; the section of his lower stomach where roots turn to wolf. His breath catches, lips crash to you, as desire begins to override doubt. Hand runs down, wraps one leg around his waist as you wrap the other yourself. Pace remains steady, manageable, but the thrusts are full and deep. Arm bracing by your head curls protectively, hand brushing back hair from your face.

Now you can truly feel that want building, going beyond hope into reality. You arch, grip the back of Ulfr’s neck with only his moan as reaction. Other hand circles to grab ass, trace ridges and allow him deeper as your body shakes under him. “K-Keep going...fuck...” Loki’s all but faded for both of you. If he watches, you don’t notice. If he speaks, you don’t hear. You only feel Ulfr filling you, hear Ulfr grunting and groaning your name.

“C-c-come.” It’s half order, half beg, half warning as it spills from his lips only moments before he does. There’s that same rush of him filling you, overflowing, but this time it’s warm. He’s warm with hand slipping down to join yours in rubbing clit and finally, blessedly, throwing you into over into orgasm with his name a cry on your lips seconds later.

“ENOUGH!!” Loki’s up, full-armored, face twisted in crazed loathing. His eyes glow a murderous blue in time with the scepter now in his hand. Enough of this game, of all games...enough of Ulfr, such foolish rivalries (certainly not those he may well lose!) are beneath him as king.

Instinct has you curling around, up into, Ulfr all the more. Arms and legs wrapping around as much for protection as to protect. You hear him faintly request you trust him once more before light smashes the bed to pieces.

The god cackles his victory as he goes around, expecting to find you and only ashes of his rival...but he finds neither. There’s nothing but bits of cloth, splinters of bed, and shards of shattered lamp.

“You honestly think touching her is the only thing I’ve learned these last few months?” Ulfr leans against the doorway behind him, dressed for combat with Eye of Agamotto around his neck and malicious grin on his face.

Loki raises his scepter to strike once again, but the other is quicker. The arctic blast strikes at the god’s center of mass with such force it slams him against wall and window, cracking one and shattering the other...

Like I said, picks up right after the last piece. As you can see Loki’s back on that old ‘let’s torment Ulfr’ shit, he just thinks he found out a way to do it while keeping within the confines of his agreement with the reader. Also, clearly, he’s become a bit too cocky (no pun intended) for his own good, lol! I cut the piece off where I did for fear the whole rest of the series would pour out of me more than anything, LOL!! (What’s happened, Ulfr’s trick, should be revealed in the next piece.)

Special Note: Ergi is an Old Norse (noun) insult meaning “unmanliness” or ”effeminacy”, but more specifically to be the bottom/submissive in a gay male coupling. It’s somewhat considered the equivalent of the gay slur that starts with f (you know the one). And, for super ironic sake, Ergi was also related to men practicing Seiðr (magic), which was generally considered women’s stuff.

(Gif made from two found on Google!)

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[supernaturalfreewill]

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Words: 2,405 Demon!Dean x Reader Warnings: none reaaaally A/N: SURPRISE IT'S HEEEERE! This is the fourth part of a series! Read Part 1 2 and 3 first!

You looked down at the crumpled pile on the floor in front of you in disgust and casually lifted a boot. You dragged your knife along the sole, scraping the semi-congealed blood onto the rubber edge and planting your foot back firmly on the floor, smiling a little at the thought of how goddamn confusing that one bloody shoeprint was going to be for the cops.

No forced entry. Doors and windows all locked from the inside. No fingerprints.

Just a dead rapist and one bloody partial shoeprint.

You cast a final glance at the body in the middle of the floor.

He hadn’t even seen it coming. How could he? And you never got sick of the look on their faces when you finally showed yourself to them… after you had a little fun first of course.

Your targets were are a special kind of sick and you afforded them the same thought and mercy which they gave their victims; exactly none.

You materialized by the nearest wall and thrust the knife you had used for the dirty work into the ugly wood paneling.

The cops could have the murder weapon. It wouldn’t matter. You left no traces, except for that little bit of sulfur you didn’t bother to get rid of. It would be a red herring for them. By the time they’d even confirmed what is was you would have gone across the country and possibly circled back around again.

In the next instant you were outside in the alley, pulling your hood up to obscure yourself better as you moved through the shadows, carelessly splashing through puddles, rinsing the last bit of blood off your boots.

You headed for your newest haunt, though this would probably be your last night in the establishment. You needed to keep on the move. There were plenty more scumbags you needed to visit...

Somewhere in the back of your mind you acknowledged that you were leaving behind a trail of bodies, and sooner or later, someone would catch up to you by following that trail. You hadn’t yet decided who it was most likely to be, but you know it would be someone.

_ _ _ _ _ _

By the time Cas and Sam pulled up in front of the building, cops were already removing a body in a body bag from a garden level apartment.

The two exchanged a look with each other. Cas grabbed a couple badges from a box hidden underneath his seat and handed one to Sam.

The dark circles beneath Sam’s eyes had diminished somewhat in recent weeks, but they never disappeared completely. He was looking stronger though, and steadier, Cas was happy to note. He had a sense of purpose. They both did. They had something to keep them occupied, and something to strive for. And that was bringing you and Dean home.

”Okay,” Sam said to Cas as they strode across the lawn. “Just remember to—“

”Follow your, lead. Yes, Sam. I think I’ve got it by now.” Cas looked up toward the apartment building. It was nicely landscaped and many of the balconies above had flowering plants and patio sets arranged on them. “Nicer apartments than our last few cases,” the angel said.

Sam sighed heavily and his jaw clenched. “Well, rapists come from all backgrounds. They’re not just some sicko from the bad part of town,” he said. “Sometimes people refuse to believe that,” he added sadly. “Money is power, you know.”

Cas’s face clouded over. “You think that’s why he avoided a conviction?”

“I read his case file. I know it is. His lawyer, the best money could buy, got the DNA evidence thrown out.” Sam flagged a nearby detective down.

“Excuse me. We’re with the local FBI field office. You mind if we take a look at the scene?” Sam asked, flashing his badge. “We’ve been sitting on this guy for a while and—“

“Oh, yeah. Your co-worker is inside already. Knock yourselves out. They just took the body out but my partner can tell you how we found him.”

Sam and Cas exchanged a tense expression, thanked the detective, and started toward the sliding glass door. “Co-worker?” Just as Sam was swallowing the lump in his throat, the detective called out to get their attention. “Hey! Good luck! You’re gonna need it,” he scoffed, turning and heading toward his car.

Cas let out a doubtful sigh. “Great…”

Sam flashed a badge again to an officer as they neared the open patio door and he pointed them straight in to the living room. Rounding the doorframe their eyes immediately fell on none other than Crowley.

Sam’s jaw clenched and he was sure his gaze turned cold. But Crowley merely nodded and said, “Agents.”

Cas and Sam begrudgingly walked over and surveyed the scene. Once the detective inside had talked them through everything he left the three alone to go oversee further evidence collection.

”FBI? Really, Crowley? What kind of FBI agent dresses like a funeral home director?” Sam said, gesturing at the King of Hell’s all black suit and dark tie.

Crowley glanced down at his suit. “This is an Armani suit, Moose. Not that I would expect you to know, based on your Walmart ensemble.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Glad to see you’re feeling better,” Crowley added sarcastically.

Cas’s voice came out in a growl. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

”What do you think I’m doing? The same thing you two nimrods are. Following the bodies. Purgatory is filling up with monsters and hell is filling up with sinners. Our numbers haven’t been this good since the Black Plague struck Europe,” he finished with a snarky smile.

”If business is so good, then why are you bothering following up on whoever is doing it?” Sam pressed.

Crowley merely shifted his weight and didn’t respond, eyeing the bloody knife still sticking out of the wall.

Cas narrowed his eyes at the demon. “You felt it too,” he said.

Crowley looked over at Cas, and although he tried to scowl there was some doubt in his eyes that the angel could see. “Please, I’m a demon. I don’t feel anything.”

”The change in power. You felt it,” Cas said again.

Sam was glancing between the two of them, trying to read Crowley’s expression, and becoming very uncomfortable about all the officers moving in and out of the room. “Alright, we can’t talk about this here. Let’s go. We’ll go someplace we don’t have to worry about being overheard.”

A short time later, the three of them were sequestered in a dingy bar, and despite the fact that there was only Budweiser and Bud Light on tap, Crowley still asked for some fruity monstrosity of a cocktail, which Sam was pretty sure was going to get them thrown out or punched.

Sam was having a hard time looking at Crowley without feeling anger boil in his chest. He wanted to punch him square across the face, but at the moment he also wanted to know what Crowley thought about what Cas insisted he had felt.

“So, what do you think it is?” Sam asked.

Crowley took a deep drink out of his fruity cocktail through the straw, obviously prolonging it to maximize Sam and Cas’s annoyance. “What do you think it is?”

”Come on, Crowley. You’re lucky I didn’t try and gut you with an angel blade the minute we saw you,” Sam spat. “If you’d like to keep things that way, I suggest you help. This whole mess is your fault anyway!”

Crowley cocked his head at Sam and dabbed the corner of his mouth with a bar napkin. “Not very friendly, are we, Moose?”

Sam was about to retort but Cas interrupted and attempted to run interference. “It’s Y/N. Isn’t it?” he prodded.

The same discomfort they had seen back at the crime scene was evident on Crowley’s face. Cas took it as an affirmative response.

”Perhaps,” Crowley said. “I may have heard something about it.”

Suddenly, Cas snapped. He seized Crowley by the front of his suit and was inches from his face. “Listen, you little insect. We wouldn’t have lost Dean OR Y/N if it weren’t for you, so if you know something I suggest that you tell us, otherwise I will personally see to rearranging your face.” Cas’s voice came out through clenched teeth as a growl.

Sam noticed that the bartender just turned his back and walked away, apparently unconcerned, and Sam put a hand on Cas’s shoulder. “Cas—“

Just then, Sam’s cell phone rang. All three of them froze, and Sam dug into his pocket and pulled it out. Unlisted caller.

Sam glanced up at Cas, who immediately released Crowley. Crowley watched with interest as he straightened his suit coat and tie. After gulping down the tightness in his throat the best he could, Sam answered the call. “Hello?” He could hear the hesitation in his own voice.

“Sam, Sam, Sam,” came the voice from the other end.

”Dean.” Cas’s eyes widened and his gaze intensified. Crowley leaned in a little closer.

”How’s it hanging, little brother?”

Sam didn’t know how to respond. “Dean, we’ve been trying to get in touch with you since—“

“--since forever. Yeah, I know. But you know what they say, moss doesn’t grow on a rolling rock or some shit,” Dean replied carelessly. “Listen… I know you and Cas are on the trail of this killing machine and I think there’s something you should know about it.”

“What about it?” Sam asked, his heart hammering in his chest.

Dean slammed back a shot of tequila and cleared his throat. “It ain’t me,” he said.

Sam let a silence stretch for a moment. “…is that it?”

”Yeah, kind of.” Sam could almost see the shrug he guessed Dean was making and he felt anger welling up in his chest again.

”Dean, Y/N is missing, maybe dead, or God-only-knows what and all you can say is—“

Dean interrupted. “Yeah, Y/N is definitely not dead,” he said.

”What?” Sam retorted.

”Who the hell do you think is leaving the Hansel and Gretel trail? But, you know, bodies instead of bread crumbs,” he said. “I’m ahead of you on this thing.”

”What’s he saying?” Crowley whispered, but Sam just waved him off.

”We thought it was but--are you sure it’s Y/N?” Sam asked.

”Positive,” Dean said. “Absolutely positive. She’s gone totally scorched earth!” He almost sounded amused and it was grating Sam’s nerves.

Crowley suddenly grabbed the phone from Sam and put it on speakerphone. “Dean! Pleasure to hear from you as always. Never available when needed but buzzing around like a fly when--”

”Crowley! Well, I should have guessed… The gang is all there,” Dean said carelessly.

”Dean,” Cas said. His voice was cold and steely. “Where are you?”

Dean only laughed. “Ahead of you, chuckles, but I’m not about to tell you where. You three are in Indiana? Well there are three more bodies waiting for you down the line.”

“Dean, what exactly is—“ Cas wasn’t sure how to ask the question. “Have you seen Y/N?”

”No, but I’m close. Closer than you three amigos anyway.” They heard the clink of glassware in the background. Dean changed gears. “Crowley, there are some crazy rumors flying around about your domain. Shouldn’t you be reining those in?”

Sam and Cas’s eyes flew to Crowley’s face, immediately trying to read his reaction.

”I’m not sure what you’re referr—“ Crowley started, but Dean quickly interrupted.

”You know goddamn well what I’m referring to,” Dean countered. “A bunch of your minions are losing their shit because they think Y/N has gone nuclear. Some are saying she’s going to be taking over,” he scoffed. “Can you imagine that? Y/N taking over hell? I mean, I know she’s gone vigilante but Y/N? Taking over Hell? A little unbelievable. I’m sure even as she is she probably is full of annoying principles,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “Based on the earful she gave me last time I saw her…” Though he was talking about the fight you had had with him in the hotel during the rendezvous Crowley had arranged, a sudden surge pushed the image of you pale and dead on that slab into his mind unbidden and he winced and squinted his eyes shut, trying to force it out of mind.

But on the other end of the line Cas and Sam were still scrutinizing Crowley, who was no longer able to hide his concern and anxiety. He tried to distract from it. “Full of principles until some hunter wanders into her path, maybe,” Crowley said.

Dean was about to respond but Cas quickly hung up the call and Sam and the angel let their angry glares bore into the demon. “I knew that you knew something,” Cas growled.

Sam sidled up beside him and soon had an angel blade pressed against his ribs. “Now, Crowley. This is Y/N we are talking about. It’s not a game.”

It seemed that the ‘King of Hell’ didn’t have any options. “Alright, Moose. Put the pig sticker away, it’s making me itch,” he said. He sighed heavily as Sam backed off. Cas’s cobalt eyes were fixed on him.

“What Flutters here picked up on, his so-called ‘change in power’ was Y/N coming back to—well not back to life exactly, but into being in her new form,” Crowley said.

”As a demon,” Sam said. No surprise there.

”Bravo, Moose,” Crowley quipped. “But it’s more than that. It seems that for some unknown reason Y/N came back as—” he hesitated.

”As?” Cas urged, his deep voice thick with foreboding. The air felt electric around them. Cas knew they were on the edge of some new information that was going to change everything.

”A Knight of Hell,” Crowley said, averting his eyes to the floor. “So, you see we are in a bit of a predicament.”

Sam fell back heavily onto the nearest barstool, his face dumbstruck. Cas’s blue eyes were glaring at Crowley and his anger resurfaced.

”A Knight of Hell,” he repeated. “What have you done, Crowley?”

And this time the demon didn’t have a snappy comeback. All he could do was stare at his polished dress shoes and wait for what was to come.