#let's try this again now that I am no longer in dispair

[pointyfruit]

Solar Lunacy.

[radishaur]

hi! may i request Zuko x gender neutral reader with a prompt of: “you’re pretty cute when you’re nice” “what am I when I’m not nice” “hot”

I love this idea! I’m gonna set this as a Firelord Zuko thing because I just love me some Firelord Zuko. Who doesn’t?

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Reparations (Zuko x Gender Neutral Reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst (like TINY angst)

Part: 1/1

Summary: See request

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The town looked drastically different than how it looked the last time he had been here. The streets were bustling with life, the town itself looked more structurally sound, and the atmosphere was no longer suffocatingly tense. His presence, however, seemed to bring at least a tiny bit of that tension back.

As he walked through the streets, he did his best to smile at everybody and be as careful as possible. Some of them recognized him but none of them said anything. That didn’t really matter to him, though. He was only there for one person and he knew exactly where they would be at this time.

Walking up to a tiny bakery, he couldn’t help but smile as the familiar smell of freshly baked bread wafted out of the door. He smoothed down his clothing nervously before mustering up the courage to go inside. He told the guards to wait outside to he could have some privacy.

“I’ll be out in a moment!” you called from the back room.

The sound of your voice made him more nervous than beforehand, cementing the fact that he was actually here and that he had to repair all the damages he had done. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes finally landed on you.

You had flour dusting your face and a bright cheery smile that sent a symphony of butterflies off in his chest. Unfortunately for him, your smile immediately dropped into an expression of shock. He smiled nervously and waved.

“Hi.”

He wanted to kick himself. He came halfway across the world to try and make amends and hi was all he could come up with? This was not off to a good start.

You blinked back in response, letting his presence register before your open mouth shut into a firm line and you met his nervous greeting with a cold hard glare. If he wasn’t sweating already, he was now.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“W-Well uh...now that I’m the Firelord, I thought it would be a good idea to revisit some of the places I traveled and make amends with the people I hurt. So...,” he trailed off, not sure where to go from there.

“You’ve gotten even more dense if you think I’m going to forgive you,” you seethed angrily.

He could almost see smoke billowing out of your nose. If you were a firebender, he didn’t doubt you would be spitting fire from your mouth as you spoke.

“If you’re not going to buy anything then get out.”

He winced slightly but didn’t fight back. He simply looked over the menu quickly and picked the first thing he saw. You disappeared into the kitchen to warm up his order and returned a few minutes later with his order in a paper bag.

You thrust it unceremoniously into his hands and told him his total, voice void of emotion. He handed over the money like asked and watched nervously as you put it into the register. He swallowed.

“I-“ he began before getting cut off.

“I’m not interested in anything you have to say!” you interrupted angrily.

“Please. I know I’ll never be able to fix everything and take it back, but at least give me the chance to apologize. Five minutes and then you’ll never have to see me again,” he begged, desperate for you to agree.

He watched you stop to think it over, holding his breath and trying to get a read on you. Having Toph here would have been a great idea. Finally, you sigh and look up to meet his eyes.

“My shift ends in an hour. You know where to meet me.”

Elated, he spews a million thank you’s out before rushing out of the shop. He gave whatever he had ordered to one of his bodyguards, not interested in eating it in the slightest. Right now, he was focused on preparing.

He walked around the market place of the village and couldn’t help thinking of the last time he had been here. You had found him sleeping behind the bakery and offered him a place to sleep. He had begrudgingly taken you up on the offer and was less than pleased to have been dragged to the market place the next day. Something about a favor for a favor.

He also remembered you stopping by a cart that sold various flowers and remarking that you always loved the way lillies smelled. At first, he had thought it weird, but after he had left you, he couldn’t stop smelling them. A small part of him said it was because it reminded him of you but he muffled that voice quickly.

He was here to make amends not court you.

With a small amount of blush dusting his cheeks, he managed to buy a small bouquet of lillies. Not because he liked you. Just to apologize. Yea, that was all. He found himself beginning to doubt that.

One hour later, Zuko was standing at the outskirts of town, right by the forest. Eventually, out you came, eyeing him suspiciously as he waved. He couldn’t stop the flutter in his chest as he noticed how good you looked. It was like the sun was illuminating you. He cleared his throat when he was caught staring and held out the flowers.

“They’re for you. As a thank you for meeting me,” he mumbled, an innocent smile on his face.

You couldn’t help but stifle a grin and take the flowers. As if on cue, you raised them up to your nose and sniffed, sighing in satisfaction. Your smile up at him made his heart stop.

“You remembered,” you said softly.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and nodded. You rolled your eyes and set off down the path that lead into the forest. He followed after, eventually pacing himself to stay by your side.

“So, you wanted to talk?” you said, snapping him back to reality.

“R-Right. Well, I wanted to apologize for...for being such an asshole. You were nothing but kind to me and I ruined that. I’m really truly sorry,” he said honestly, looking down with what he hoped was an open, honest expression.

Judging by the way you gave a small smile and looked ahead, he would say he did.

“Yea, you were kind of a jerk,” you said with the air of a laugh before you became more serious and asked, “Why did you do that, anyway?”

He didn’t need to ask to know what you were referring to. He sighed and looked to his side to see you, patiently waiting for an answer as the two of you continued walking to your destination.

“I was scared. It’s a shitty excuse, I know. But it didn’f seem as shitty in the moment,” he admitted sheepishly.

You stayed silent as the pair of you finally reached the small clearing. There was a small wooden bench that sat by a small pond. He smiled, remembering all the evenings the two spent sitting by the pond. The two of you sat down together before you spoke.

“You really hurt my feelings, you know.”

He winced. That was to be expected. Thinking back to their last conversation, he was surprised that was all you had said. He had spewed some terrible bullshit about how you lived in a perfect bubble where nothing was wrong. That you should join him in the real world for once.

He still couldn’t erase the pained look his words had caused from his mind. He also couldn’t even begin to forgive himself, so he highly doubted that you would either.

“I really am sorry. I was just so scared of opening up and getting hurt that I shut you out and ran away. I was too afraid of my feelings,” he said softly, eyes staring into the clear pond water.

“...Feelings?” you asked hesitantly.

“Yea. If I’m being honest, I’m still scared. I’ve spent the entire past few months trying to convince myself I didn’t like you, but that’s been failing miserably,” he sighed, chuckling slightly at his own dispair, “I just hope I can make it up to you.”

He braved a glance over at you to see you smiling. You were still clutching the flowers to your chest as well. His heart skipped a beat as you laughed. It was a happy laugh that filled his heart with warmth.

“Well. Would you look at that? You’re pretty cute when you’re nice.”

It took him a minute to process your words. He has a million thoughts running through his head as he felt himself malfunctioning. He sputtered around for a few moments before managing to speak.

“What am I when I’m not nice?” he asked hesitantly, voice holding a hint of confusion.

You actually flat out laughed at that point, which caused a burning red flush of embarrassment to wash over him and color his cheeks and neck. Even the tips of his ears burned.

“Hot,” you said decidedly.

This caused him to gape, his blush growing more furiously. Reality finally caught up to him and he grasped the gravity of the situation.

“Wait. Does that mean-“ he began to ask before being cut off by a short kiss on the cheek.

You returned to your sitting position, smiling lightly with a blush of your own. He couldn’t stop the smile he was holding back from breaking out onto his face.

“You’re a real character, you know that?” you asked with a giggle.

“But you like me anyways?”

You smiled. He could swear his heart melted on the spot at your response.

“Undoubtedly so.”

[sunnomnoms]

Hiiii I Found Your Blog In The Tags And I Never Thought I Would Enjoy Ace Attorney Imagines Before. I've Been Into It For Years And I Think This Idea Is So Adorable. I Hope Requests Are Open, And If I Can Ask For Relationship Headcanons For Hobo Phoenix Where There Is An Established Relationship Between You Two, And How It Continues Once He Gets Disbarred? I Always Wonder How Those Eight Years Would Have Been When He Had Some Light In His Life Besides Trucy. Btw I Love Your Aizawa Writing!

Aaaa ! A new anon that actually likes my AA stuff ! I’m so blessed :,) I’m truly flattered my writing is what got you interested aha, you’re too sweet ! Also, thank you!

I got SUPER CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS I AM SO SORRY

Fun fact: I actually cried while writing it 🥺🥺

Some warnings: this is female coded! Some angst, some fluff, family cuteness, family struggles, agh-! It has a happy ending though!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

You had known Phoenix for at least a year or so before you started dating. You were a witness to a crime he took, which is what brought you two together in the first place. If it’s important, yes, your testimony did help a good bit for solving the case!

While working on it, Phoenix found himself feeling a bit... fuzzy, around you. It wasn’t ever something he intended to happen, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to be in a relationship. But he couldn’t just deny the immense amount of chemistry going on between the both of you.

Oddly enough, the two of you didn’t lose contact after the case was over. Phoenix took it upon himself to go and see you sometimes when he wasn’t working on anything. This fuzzy feeling was starting to get worse, and the chemistry was slowly turning into tension...

... and within a year or so of knowing you, he took it upon himself to ask if you would be interested in something more. You happily accepted.

With you now at his side, Phoenix felt a bit more confident. You meant a lot to him, and he made sure to express it as much as he could to you. He really was a sweetheart, he made it his goal to let you know how much he loved and appreciate all you did for him. Whether it be helping him figure out a case or just making him dinner after a long day in the office, he never took any of it for granted.

The incident happened a few years later, and it wasn’t something you could have seen coming from a million miles away.

Your boyfriend, an attorney, came home without his beloved badge... and a few days later, was asked to care for a child.

Phoenix was reasonably shaken about losing his badge due to his fatal mistake, but he was more worried about someone else.

“[Y/N], she’s got no where to go...” He said as he held your hands, tears brimming his eyes. The little girl I’m question, Trucy, sat in your living room as the two of you spoke quietly in your bedroom. You felt Phoenix give your hands a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t we give it a try...?”

Truth be told, you and Phoenix had been trying for a baby for a good while now, but nothing seemed to be working. It had started to take a toll on you mentally, making you fear you would never have children at all. Trucy had appeared at a time when you were sure you were going to give up entirely. Perhaps... this could be what you needed all along...?

With tears in your eyes, you agreed happily to raising Trucy with Phoenix. He brought you into a tight embrace as you began to feel yourself cry. He quietly whispered about how good of a mother you were going to be to her, and how he’s going to do everything he could with you to give her a normal life.

Raising Trucy wasn’t a struggle at all. Though mischievous at times, she was a delight to deal with. Your stresses of how you were raising her was fading, because despite everything... she held on tight and was strong. She seemed just as determined to live a normal life as you were to give her one. That is, as normal as raising a little magician can be!

Phoenix, in the beginning, was also great with her. You had never felt so close to him until now. You felt like you had that family you always dreamed of. Granted, it wasn’t perfect, Phoenix was still struggling with coping over his lost badge. You did what you could to assure him that life would untangle itself with time, and that no matter what, you were sure things were going to end up okay. You were there on the countless nights he felt himself fall to apart, you always helped him put back the pieces.

For awhile, you were sure things were getting better. Trucy was doing great, and it seemed like Phoenix was...

Unfortunately, your beloved wasn’t always honest with his feelings. He had suppressed so much... and before you could help him, it’s as if he fell into disrepair.

The struggles came with Phoenix’s sudden and rapidly declining mental health. He had gained a habit to isolate, and you began to go days without seeing him. When he’d show up again, he was vague as to where he was, if he told you at all. It began to take a toll on you, you were beginning to practically raise Trucy alone at this point. Sometimes he’d disappear with Trucy, and that tortured your poor heart more than anything. You could only handle so much paranoia about where they were.

It got to a point in which you basically begged for Phoenix to get professional help. He seemed stubborn when it came to the topic, as if he didn’t want to better himself. You couldn’t even be mad at him, you were too busy sorting out your feelings of dispair and hopelessness. You just wanted a normal life, you wanted a lover, a child, a stable family... you were so close, why did everyone have to fall apart...?

You had ended up taking yourself to therapy to sort out your feelings. Your family and friends gave you conflicting answers as to what to do. Some said to leave him and take Trucy, some said to stay and try and talk to him more, some said to take legal action...

You couldn’t tell what was right at this point. With so many people saying so many things, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to believe. Part of you downplayed the situation, this was how all dads were supposed to be, right? Part of you felt hypersensitive to everything, part of your conscious screaming that you should have ran away the second the red flags began to appear. You didn’t know what to do... so you chose to endure. For Trucy.

It didn’t help that Phoenix picked up a habit for drinking.

The only thing you could ever thank him for was that he stayed away from Trucy when intoxicated. She didn’t need to see him like that. Besides that, he was insufferable to deal with when intoxicated. He was the “I’m not that drunk!!” type, even if he couldn’t stand up. If you had a dime for all the times you had to drag him to bed, you’d never have to worry about the bills ever again. When drunk, he wasn’t physically violent or anything, but he had a habit of saying things that really hurt. It was common for you to put him to bed and spend the rest of the night crying and wonder what went wrong between you two. It was awful that occasionally, Trucy had to come and console you. You felt safer with your daughter than you did you own boyfriend... was it truly supposed to be this way...?

When Apollo came into the picture, you were delighted to meet him. He reminded you of how Phoenix once was when he was a lawyer. Apollo often questioned the family life of the three of you, but you always responded with vague answers. Things like “it’s certainly not perfect, but when is life ever supposed to be perfect?” We’re common time hear from you. It satisfied him for awhile. You’d always hear a ton about Apollo through Trucy, and it was for the most part positive things. Whenever he and Trucy visited the house, you’d quietly thank him for looking over Trucy when Phoenix wasn’t around. He always said it was no issue or whatnot, but you knew deep down he wasn’t expecting to be lowkey babysitting as a lawyer.

As far as you were concerned, Apollo was an addition to the family. Trucy always spoke of him as if he was a big brother, and it warmed your heart to know Trucy had a positive male figure in her life now.

When Phoenix had gone away for longer than usual for his “secret mission”, you had only expected for him to be away to go get messed up in a town over or something. But when he came back, he... brang news.

It was so much to take in at once. Trucy participated in her fathers “disappearance”, her mother was still alive, and Apollo was her half sibling.... what were you to do with yourself? What was it all supposed to mean? Was Trucy going to stay with you? And Apollo, was he now... your son?

You saw Apollo a bit less for the next week or so, you knew that case took a toll on him mentally and you were sure he was up to his eyes in paperwork. You made sure to call him at least once a day to make sure he wasn’t overworking himself.

Trucy was home a bit more now. You were happy to see here in the midst of the storm passing over the whole lot of you. You could tell she was torn up inside, but she still beamed at you with that beautiful smile you adored the second she came into your life. She was so strong, you couldn’t help but tear up a little when you saw her smile in the face of it all.

And Phoenix...

He was still gone for a bit after the fact, but one night he had come home late without you realizing. You were about to go to bed when you heard him call your name from the porch.

You felt your heart drop hearing him, worrying he might be drunk again. You padded your way to the back door, opening it and walking out onto the porch. Phoenix stood from his previous position of leaning on the railing, gesturing to some of the chairs on the deck. “Come sit. I... I wanna talk.”

You sat in one of the chairs, Phoenix pulling up one right in front of you. He inhaled deeply, then letting out a sigh. You were about to ask what this was all about when he gently took both of your hands.

“I... I’m sorry I dumped a bunch of information and left for a few days.” He apologized softly. “... I’ve been getting help.”

You let out a soft gasp. Phoenix looked up at you, and you felt yourself get lost in those beautiful steal blue eyes the same way you did all those years ago. You knew he was being sincere when he said it, but part of you didn’t believe it, what was this supposed to mean...?

“N-Nick, what is this about...?” You said, your voice barely above a whisper as you felt yourself getting choked up.

“[Y/N], this is about us. I lost sight of everything all those years ago- this isn’t what I wanted. This isn’t what I want and I know it’s not what you want.” Phoenix said, his gentle gaze never leaving you. You searched his face for any sign of insincerity but it just wasn’t there.

“Nick...” you croaked, tears beginning to roll down your face. You watched the tears begin to well up in his own eyes, but he quickly blinked them away.

“[Y/N]... I want to be a family again. A real family, [Y/N], I don’t want to be a stranger in this house anymore. I don’t want you to be afraid of where I am anymore, or be afraid of how Trucy is gonna grow up. I want a real family. I want you, me, Trucy and even Apollo to function like a real family...” He said, bringing your hands to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to them.

“... I’m so sorry [Y/N].” He spoke against your fingers. “I understand if you don’t forgive me, but I regret these past years so much... I need you to know that I’m sorry [Y/N]....”

You tried to hold back so you could speak, but your frantic sniffling caught Phoenix’s attention immediately.

“Nick, I-I-!”

He wrapped his arms tightly around you as you fell to pieces in his arms. You sobbed harder than you probably ever had for those past seven years or so. You clutched onto him for dear life, terrified he might disappear again if you let go.

“N-Nick- I-Ive waited s-seven years to hear you say you’ll come back!!! I-I-I’ve waited so long for you to c-come back home again, I-I-!” You wailed, your sobs getting the better of you as you gasped for air between your tears. He whispered gentle apologies to you as he ran his fingers through your hair.

The two of you stayed like that for a good bit. You sooner or later leveled out, your sobs dying down to gentle sniffles. Phoenix gently released you from his embrace, taking your hands in his again.

“[Y/N]?”

“Y-Yeah?” You responded shakily. He looked you in the eyes again, a gentle smile on his face.

“I... I want you to be my wife.” He said gently, earning another gasp from you. “Y-You don’t have to say yes now, I understand, b-but I don’t want to just be a lover to you anymore, I-I want to be your husband, [Y/N].” He spoke gently. You felt the tears sting your eyes again. He watched your face for a second, waiting for any sign of an answer to his proposal. You brought a hand to your face as you wiped the fresh tears rolling down your face.

“Oh Nick, I... I’d love to be your wife, Nick. I-I truly thought you would never ask...” You said, smiling as you watched his eyes light up. He let out a laugh of disbelief.

“Y-You mean it? After everything I’ve done you... you still love me..?” He asked. You nodded. “Of course I do.” Letting out another laugh in disbelief, he cupped your face and brought you into a deep kiss.

You were basically smothered with kisses, the two of you giggling like idiots, as giddy as teenagers getting their first tastes of love.

“I’m gonna get better just for you, and I’m gonna go retake the bar exam and I’m gonna fix all of this [Y/N]. I’m gonna give you the life you want and the life you deserve. I’m never going to lose sight of you again. Not you, not Trucy, not even Apollo, we’re gonna be a family and I’m not gonna let anything ever destroy that again. Maybe we can try again for another kid, maybe we can adopt another, I’ll give you anything to make our life perfect again...”

“I love you so much [Y/N].”

[maxineswritingcenter]

Swan Song

@happy-little-marvel : could I maybe get a imagine like swan song, so Lucifer possesses the reader and Dean tries so hard to pull her out, and has to confess his feelings for her to get her to take control, then she admits that she feels the same and it's just really fluffy after that.

Now you're talkin' my language! WE LOVE PINING!

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Lucifer and Michael stood in the cemetary. This would be their final battle and it was bittersweet. Lucifer had taken a lesser vessel, but one that held just as much meaning as Sam. (Y/N) was important to the Winchesters. Just as much as Michael's was. Michael had taken the body of Adam, the Winchester's half brother.

Lucifer could feel all the emotions going through this woman's head. She was scared and guilty. Adam was innocent just like she was. But she made a choice. A choice to save Sam and to save Dean. Whenever Lucifer's vessel thought of Dean, a wave of emotions washed over. But none of that mattered now.

"It's good to see you, Michael." Lucifer said, staring her brother in the eye. They were once the best of friends.

"You too." He said, "It's been too long." And it had been, a milenia of time preparing for this very day.

"You believe it's finally here?" Lucifer asked, stalling. This was the first time she had seen her brother in a while, and what they had to do was hard.

Michael took a few steps forward, "No. Not really." He shoved his hands in his pockets. He sighed and stood up straight, "You ready?" He asked if they were merely about to go to a different location, not at all like they were going to battle to the death.

Lucifer inhaled deeply, "As I'll ever be." She sighed, "Part of me wishes we didn't have to do this."

"Yeah, me too."

Lucifer took a step forward, "Then why are we?"

"You know why." Michael answered as quickly as the question came up, "I have no choice after what you did."

Lucifer felt shocked, "What I did? What if it's not my fault."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Think about it," She began, "Dad made everything. Which means he made me who I am." Lucifer took a few steps closer, "God wanted the devil."

Michael shrugged, "So?"

"So why? And why make us fight? I just can't figure out the point." Lucifer's words seemed to make Michael think.

"What's your point?" Michael asked with no emotion. Which made Lucifer's heart sink.

"We're going to kill each other and for what? One of dad's tests? We don't even know the answer?" Lucifer hoped all of this was getting through to Michael. It seemed his vessel's emotions were coming through, tears were filling in her eyes.

"We're brothers." She said, "Let's just walk off the chessboard." Michael took a step back, seeminly like he was considering this, considering ending the battle.

When Michael looked back at Lucifer, his eyes were filled with sadness, "I'm sorry, I can't do that. I'm a good son and I have my orders."

"You don't have to follow them." Lucifer said, trying to make his brother see reason.

"What? Do you think I'm gonna rebel? Now? I'm not like you."

"Please, Michael." She begged, but his words were too loud for hers to be heard.

"So you haven't changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself. We were together. We were happy. But you betrayed me, all of us. And you made our father leave."

Lucifer shook her head, "Nobody makes dad do anything. He is doing this to us!"

Michael only stared at her, "You're a monster, Lucifer. I have to kill you."

Her shoulders slumped, "If that's the way it's gotta be." she looked up into her brother's eyes and glared, "Then I'd like to see you try." The two began to circle each other, not breaking eye contact. They stopped when they heard the roar of an engine and the beginnings of a sound that his vessel recognized.

Rock of Ages- Def Leppard. Dean's favorite band.

They watched as the 1967 Chevy imapala drove down the hill in the cemetary. It pulled in further, stopping a few feet from the angel brothers. Lucifer could hear his vessel screaming at Dean to turn back and get away from this place. A part of Lucifer somehow knew that he would come.

Dean opened the door, leaning on the window, "Howdy boys." He looked between the two of them, "Sorry, am I interupting something?" He shut down the car and slammed the door shut. He began walking around and looking at Lucifer.

"Hey, we need to talk." Lucifer and Michael shared a glance before staring back at the mortal.

"Dean," She smirked, "even for you this is a whole new mountain of stupid." It almost felt like his vessel agreed with him for a multitude of different reasons.

"I'm not talkin' to you. I'm talking to (Y/N)." He seemed to stare passed Lucifer.

"You're no longer the vessel, Dean." Michael said, "You got no right to be here."

Dean looked at Michael, "Adam, if you're in there, I am so sorry-"

"Adam isn't home right now." Michael interupted him.

"Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup." He looked back at Lucifer, "But right now I need five minutes with her."

"You little maggot." Michael sneered, "You are no longer a part of this story." He walked closer to Dean. Lucifer felt a twing in her arm, like she wanted to grab Michael to hold him back.

"Hey assbutt!" Their attention was brought to her brother Castiel and an older man.

Bobby.

Castiel was holding a flamming bottle. She watched as he threw it at Michael. The glass burst and Michael was engulfed in flame as he screamed. Lucifer turned away from the flames and when she looked back, Michael was gone. The only thing left was a scorched patch in the grass and the smell of holy oil.

"Assbutt?" Dean asked her brother.

"He'll be back." Castiel said, "And upset. But you got your five minutes." Lucifer glared at her brother, rage flowing through every bit of her body.

"Castiel." She growled. The lesser angel looked at his brother in his friend's body. "Did you just molotov my brother?" She asked, inhaling deeply, "With holy fire?"

"UH.." Castiel backed away slowly, "No."

"No one," She glared, "dicks with Michael but me." She snapped her fingers, the angel in front of her exploded in a fountain of blood and guts. Lucifer felt his vessel lurch in panic and dispair. She was screaming for Castiel.

"(Y/N)?" Dean said carefully, "Sweetheart, can you hear me?" Lucifer turned to face the older Winchester. He knew what he wanted and needed to do. His vessel was fighting back, screaming and struggling. But she wasn't strong enough against him.

"You know, I tried to be nice. For (Y/N)'s sake." She walked closer to him, his vessel's voice screaming louder and louder.

PLEASE DON'T ! JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE!

"But you," She shook her head, "Are such a pain." She reached out and grabbed the lapel of his brown leather jacket, "In my ass." She threw him back into the windsheild of his car.

THAT'S ENOUGH! PLEASE!

Lucifer walked closer but stopped as a bullet passed through her shoulder. She turned and saw the old man with a pistol. He looked afraid and was frantic to recock the gun. He shot again into her chest. Lucifer only winced, seeing the blood spurt out of the hole in her green army jacket. His vessel was screaming in pain, begging for death. Lucifer narrowed her eyes and lifted up her hand, making a twisting motion. In the same time, the old man's neck snapped.

BOBBY!

"NO!" Dean shouted from the car hood.

"Yes." She said, grabbing Dean by the leg and pulling him off the hood of the car. She punched him across his face, knocking him back into the car. Dean was panting, blood and siliva pouring from his mouth from the force of it.

"(Y/N).." Dean's voice was shaking. Lucifer's vessel had stopped begging, only sobbing loudly inside her head.

"Are you in there?" Dean asked.

"Oh she's in here alright." Lucifer said, punching him again. He landed back on the hood.

She grabbed him, "And she's gonna feel the snap of your bones!" She punched him again, sending him to the ground.

"Every single one." She sneered, walking forward. She grabbed him and sat him against the side of the car, "And we're gonna take our time." She kept punching left and right. Each punch making him more bloody and disfigured than the last. When she paused, Dean grabbed her arm.

"(Y/N), it's okay." He slurred his words through a broken jaw. Dean looked up at her, "It's okay. I'm here. I'm here. I'm not gonna leave you." Emotions were beginning to build up in Lucifer's chest, she inhaled a sniffle and punched him again.

"I'm not gonna leave you!" Dean said again. Lucifer reared back her fist. "I'm not gonna leave because the last time I left you took Sammy's place for me." Lucifer paused. "I shouldn't have yelled at you after Sammy got hurt. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. You took Sammy's place to make me happy. I get that. But sweetheart, I never wanted that for you, I was never angry. I was just scared." Dean swallowed back blood, "I was scared that you would get hurt or worse because I wasn't there to protect you. Because I wasn't there to hold you and tell you that everything would be okay. And if you can hear me right now, hear this, because it may be the last time I have a chance. I love you. I love you so much. More than I have ever loved anyone. You and Sam and Cas and Bobby are my family. Every night I thought about a future with us together. In that house and the kids you talked about having. That was my dream too. For us. I want to live out the rest of my days with you, sweetheart. Whether it's tomorrow or when we're old and blind. But we will have each other. Please, baby, please hear me." He groaned. Lucifer got disoriented. She looked passed Dean and into the impala. Inside there was a blue flannel that had been given to (Y/N) by Dean the first night they met. On the dashboard were ticket stubs to a Bob Seger concert wedged in the visor of the driver's seat. She could remember dancing on a crowded lawn of the Clarkston, Michigan theater park. Dean had danced with her all night as they drank and sang to their heart's content. She also remembered all the long car rides, blasting music, playing air guitar and annoying the hell out of Sammy in the back because Dean made him sit back there so she could sit co-pilot. She remembered falling asleep in the back and walking up with Dean's jacket draped over her the next morning. She remembered Sam teaching her all there was to know about lore in the back seat as they would drive to a new hunt. They would laugh and joke while Dean would roll his eyes and wink at her in the dash mirror. She remembered the hunt where she had almost died, she had faded into unconciousness hearing Dean crying and shaking her. Screaming for her to wake up. Last of all she remembered running into Dean's arms after being seperated, made to think that the other was dead. She remembered how tight she held on to him, happier than she had ever been in her life to have him in her arms.

And finally, (Y/N) was herself again. After clawing tooth and nail to get control of her own body. She loosened her fist, shaking as she tried to keep control. (Y/N) shouted in pain and let go of Dean, backing away. Dean slumped against the car and gasped for breath. (Y/N) panted heavily, trying to keep herself whole. She looked at Dean, he was bloody and broken and it was all her fault. One eye was swollen shut and the other was barely open. He looked over at her.

"It's okay, Dean." She whispered, "It's gonna be okay." She couldn't tell if that was more for him or herself.

She let out a little laugh, "I got him." She dug around in her pockets until she found what she was looking for. The rings of the Four Horsemen. She tossed it onto the ground and recited the incantation. The ground shook as the doorway into the pit opened at her feet. A vortex seemed to open, the air around her whipped passed.

"No!" Dean tried to sit up. She went down to her knees and held his face delicately.

"Dean, I have to do this. It's the only way to put this son of a bitch away."

Dean reached up and grabbed her shoulder, "I can't lose you."

Tears filled (Y/N)'s eyes as she smiled weakly, "Dean, it's my turn to keep you safe. You've kept me safe all these years. And I fell more and more in love with you." She grinned, "Knowing that you loved me too makes me happier than I've ever been. And knowing that," She swallowed back a sob, "Knowing that I'm protecting you and Sammy from this will beat whatever the Pit has to throw at me." She lightly kissed his forehead, she could taste his blood and sweat but she didn't care.

"(Y/N)!" They both looked up and saw Michael had returned. She stood up, Dean gripped lightly on to the leg of her jeans.

"It's not gonna end this way!" Michael shouted over the roar of the ever growing hole, "Step back!"

"You're gonna have to make me!" She shouted back.

"I'm going to fight my brother, (Y/N)!" Michael shouted, "Here and now! It's my destiny!" She took a deep breath, looking down at Dean. She closed her eyes, lifting her arms up. She could hear Michael screaming as she began to fall back. Michael grabbed onto her jacket to pull her back. She gripped onto his arm and looked him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Adam!" She screamed as they both fell and were sucked down into the pit.

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After almost a year without her, a year with Lisa almost seemed to be okay. Dean didn't love Lisa, he couldn't. But living with her and Ben with a normal life almost made losing (Y/N) easier. He just couldn't be around anything having to do with darkness right now. After Cas and Bobby had been brought back, those two and Sam were trying to figure out a way to get her back. But they couldn't get to her without getting to Lucifer and he would be damned if her sacrifice was for nothing.

He usually slept on the couch after lying there awake thinking about the time he spent with (Y/N). It seemed like every moment wasn't long enough, it could never be. He thought about her smile and her laugh and how she cuddled into him when they would fall asleep after being exhausted from a hunt. The worst was when he thought about her face as she fell back into the pit. She looked so content, like she had made peace with herself and the universe.

He had been paranoid lately, thinking that some creature was in town, mocking him. Tonight he heard a crash outside, so he went out to investigate. He took his gun. After going outside and seeing that the trash was tipped over, it was probably a raccoon. He sighed and chuckled a little. He was so jumpy. He turned to go back inside when he was hit in the back of the head and blacked out.

He was on the floor when he woke up. It seemed like a concrete garage from all the junk in there. He blinked to try and make out the figure in front of him. They were sitting in a chair, hunched over, watching him. When he blinked again he gasped and sat up. "Hey Dean." (Y/N) smiled.

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FH!M!Robin/Fae C-S Support

Written by @datkooby

C SUPPORT

Grima: Hmph. Puny humans. Always getting in my way. Disrupting my plans. But no longer shall I be subjected to armor slaying knights.

Grima: They shall know true fear. For I am the wings of dispair. I am the breath of ruin… I am the fell dra-

Fae: Tag! You’re “it”!

Grima: I am “IT”!

Grima: …wait.

Grima: Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing, child?

Fae: ‘scalled Tag! And you’re “it”!

Grima: “It” for what? Are you assuming a God like me has time for your games, child?

Fae: Well, everyone’s gots time for games! Even dee… di… divine dragons like us! If you don’t make time for play, you get all grumpy!

Fae: And you looked the grumpiestest dragon of them all.

Grima: Bah. So, a game you want, a game you shall get.

Grima: I shall destroy you, child, and all you-

Grima: Hey- wait, get back here!

Fae: Nyah nyah, gotta catch me first!!

Grima: …hmph. They shall know fear. Right after I am through being “it”.

[Grima and Fae have reached support rank C.]

B SUPPORT

Grima: Hahh… hahh… for a small one… she sure can run.

Grima: This is embarrassing. I cannot continue running after this child, hoping to stop being “it” in a game I did not want to play.

Grima: Perhaps if I were to simply burn down the forest, it would flush her out.

Fae: Heya!

Grima: A-HAH! I have found you now, child! Now you shall-

Fae: Didja give up tryin’ ta find me?

Grima: What, no, I was just about to…

Grima: …Now hold on one moment. What was the meaning of this game? You deliberately delayed my plans to finally be rid of these wretched humans!

Fae: Nuh-uh, I didn’t debilerately do nothin’! I jus’ wanted to play tag’s all. B'sides, you were smiling!

Grima: I did not smile, pest. I was simply… enjoying the thrill of the hunt.

Fae: Naw, you were smiling!

Grima: …fine. I was and I hated it. Listen now and listen well, child. You cannot, not ever, cross me. You shall come to regret it, child.

Fae: My name’s not “child”, Mister. My name’s Fae, and I’m gonna be bigger and stronger than you one day! So’s that way, when I’m big, I can cross you any time I want!

Grima: …you have heart, young Fae. But know this. I am the wings of despair, I am the breath of ruin. I am the Fell Dragon, Grima!

Fae: Okay! Good to meet you Mister Grimer!

Grima: Wait- no, that’s Grima.

Grima: And… she’s run off again. Hmph. If I try to catch up with her, I will certainly lose precious time. And energy.

[Grima and Fae have reached support rank B.]

A SUPPORT

Fae: Gosh. I’ve sure done it now. I’m all lost, an’ no one’s around.

Fae: But that’s okay! ‘Slong’s as I gots my dragonstone I’ll be okay!

Grima: Child, get down!

Fae: Huh-?

Grima: There! See that? There was an archer poised to strike. You could have been killed.

Grima: Thankfully I dispatched him for you. He didnt stand a chance against me.

Fae: Golly… you saved my life, Mister Grim!

Grima: That’s Grima, Fae. What’s the matter with you, running off into the forest by yourself? You could have been someone’s next victim.

Fae: I-I’m sorry, Mister Grima. I just wanted to play and lookit the pretty flowers out here.

Grima: Hmph. Fae, you must promise me something here and now. For your safety.

Fae: Oh? What is it, Mister Grima?

Grima: You have to promise not to wander off on your own. If anything were to happen, the Summoner would have been crushed.

Grima: …well, emotionally. I wouldn’t mind to see them crushed physically.

Fae: …then you gotta promise me somethin in return, Mister Grima.

Grima: Hmm. Very well. What can I promise a child like you?

Fae: You haveta promise not to hurt anyone anymore.

Grima: What-? I will not promise such a thing, whelp!

Fae: Then I’m just gonna wander off on my own then and get hurt, is that what you want?

Grima: I… nngh. Fine. I won’t hurt anyone anymore.

Fae:  Promise?

Grima: …I promise.

Fae: Yay! Then follow me, Mister Grima, there was this pretty patch of flowers I wanna show you!

[Grima and Fae have reached support rank A.]

S SUPPORT

Grima: Hehehe. Hahaha! Hahahahaa!! Foolish Mortals! Today your insolence pays for itself! Your puny lives are at their end!! For I, Grima, shall strike you-

Fae: NO!!!

Grima: Wha- Ch- Fae?! Let go of me!!

Fae: No!! You promised!!

Grima: Wh- are those tears in your eyes child? I…

Fae: You promised not to hurt anyone anymore!! You promised me, Grima! I won’t let you break your promise!

Grima: …I… but this is my purpose. Their lives are forfeit to me, Fae. This is what I came to this earth to do.

Fae: Then change it! Change your purpose! You can’t just keep hurting people, my friends and their families who didnt do nothin to you!!

Fae: I know you can be good.

Grima: …I see. You truly have no idea what I am capable of.

Grima: …But. I can tell you will not let go. So, let me make you a new promise.

Grima: In exchange for their lives, all I ask, Fae, is your safety. I shall stay by your side to keep you safe for eternity. And they shall never know pain again.

Fae: You really mean it?

Grima: I made a promise, didn’t I?

Fae: Yep. You did. So let me be your purpose instead of hurting people Grima.

Grima: I accept with open arms.

[Grima and Fae have reached support rank S.]

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The One Who Understood.

He looked at her with anger and frustration. Why was she being so laid back? He was being as difficult as he could to get her to stay away. Why wasn't she taking the hint?! He stared yelling at her, about all the frustrations he's had since meeting her. He yelled at her holding back the tears of frustration all the while, and after about 10 minutes, she still stood there. With a mesmerized look on her face. Her head tilted to the side slightly, and eyes locked to his. He was panting hard, trying to catch his breath. He looked away from her gaze, when she spoke. "How much pain have you gone through?" Her voice was calm, and sweet. Like a mother's voice. He looked up at her. "What did you say?" she locked eyes with him. Her eyes were kind, and full of understanding. He felt like he was being sung a lullaby the longer he looked at her. "I asked you how much pain you've gone through. You have so much anger... But you're an extremely passionate person. Anger can't be your only emotion." She closed her eyes. "I see... Sorrow. Caused by the loss of a loved one. Feelings of sadness caused by constant negativity and... Dispair... A feeling of great dispair at the thought of trying to trust someone again.... And hatred. Your hate is the most noticable. It surrounds you, and fuels you... You're so angry... But all I'm seeing is a white light when I look for the reason why... White light.... And Green eyes." Kieran's voice echoed powerfully "Stop." She opened her eyes, and smiled gently, in an almost motherly way. "You loved her so much...." His heart stopped. She knew. She came into his life, poked around, and got into his head. She knew of Madison. "Don't mention her ever again." He warned. "You've been through so much pain... It's almost bringing me to tears right now... Your life was heartbreaking... I can feel your pain as if it were my own... I am so sorry... I wish you never went through any of that." she said, holding back tears of her own. "ENOUGH! STOP TALKING TO ME! I DON'T WANT YOU AROUND!" He roared. "Yes you do. You want to feel safe. You're tired of being on edge with everyone. And always keeping your emotions bottled up. Afraid to even speak your mind. You're about ready to explode. You have so much pain bottled up... But you don't need to hold it in. I'm here for you." His eyes met hers again. "I was ment to be here for you." He felt a tear flow down the right side of his cheek. But it couldn't be. He wasn't allowed to cry at all. It was a sign of weakness. She opened her arms wide, and smiled at him. "Isn't it about time someone was there for you? You've done enough for everyone else. I think it's time you let someone put you first." His legs gave up, and his body went limp. He fell forward. Tears rolling down his face. It's as though his legs refused to keep him standing. He felt a soft cushioning feeling around his face, as his knees lowered slowly to the ground, he felt her arms wrap around him gently. He knew where his face was, and immediately raised his head to apologize, but she had her hand on the back of his head, rubbing his wolf-ears, and petting his hair. He couldn't move up. He couldn't push away. All he could do was lay there, and cry into her shirt. As she pet his hair, and rubbed his back, she whispered "It's going to be alright. I'm here for you. You matter to me. You're enough. You're so precious to me. You've fought so hard to be yourself, and it worked. You're you. And you are loved." The more she said, the more he cried. He felt all the pain, eb away as though it all were merely the tears he held back. "You're allowed to cry, sweetheart. It doesn't mean you're weak. It just means you've been strong for too long. But now there's no need to be. If you can't handle anymore, I'll be your strength. I'll help you up, and I'll keep you strong. I'll empty the bottle of poison, and fill it with love. I know you don't trust me, but I'm not here to break your heart. I'm here to give your heart a break. Now sleep, sweetheart. I promise I'll be here when you wake up." He felt his eyelids become heavy, as he looked up, and saw her smiling down at him. Then as she brushed the hair from his head, he fell sound asleep, on her lap.