#practise hunting

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Practising hunting by Cecilie Sønsteby Via Flickr: 10 weeks old male lynx cub 

[quotelr]

A lion is born knowing how to hunt, but has to learn how to hunt well.

Matshona Dhliwayo

[ataykiri]

Ibn Taymiyyah, may Allah have mercy on him, said, “It is said that Allah allows the just state to remain even if it is led by unbelievers, but Allah will not allow the oppressive state to remain even if it is led by Muslims. And it is said that the world will endure with justice and unbelief, but it will not endure with oppression and Islam.”

Source: al-Amr bil Ma’rūf 1/29

[holdinggrudges]

oxytocin - sam winchester

pairing: sam winchester x reader

content: EXPLICIT 18+, porn without plot, genuinely there is no plot, fem!reader, established relationship, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, edging, dom/sub dynamics like..a little bit, soft dom sam, size kink but also only a little bit, no use of y/n

word count: 2.3k

summary: Sam has a thing about control. So when the pieces don’t quite fall into place—when a hunt goes a little sideways, for example—Sam can get a little…twitchy. Antsy, irritable. What you’ve learned, though, is that it’s all too easy to give him back that control. To let him take it from you.

notes: i thought this was finished two days ago and then ended up writing, like, a thousand more words. whoops. anyways uhhh...i've never written anything quite like this before (this is my first ever legit pwp lmao) so uhh if it sucks don't tell me i'll cry.

crossposted on ao3

Sam has a thing about control. You can’t fault him, of course; it’s actually sickening to think about how often his autonomy, his freedom of choice, has been wrested from him. Him turning into a bit of a control freak seems, frankly, like the best case scenario. It does mean that when the pieces don’t quite fall into place—when a hunt goes a little sideways, for example—Sam can get a little…twitchy. Antsy, irritable; you love him to death, but he’s a damn terror to be around when a hunt doesn’t go your way. What you’ve learned, though, is that it’s all too easy to give him back that control. To let him take it from you.

Two thick fingers press into your cunt, slow and leisurely, like he’s got all the time in the world, like you’re not falling apart in his lap. Like he doesn’t have you so wet it’s probably dripping down his wrist. He has your legs hooked over his, keeping you spread and open for him as he teases you. His smirk presses to your temple, your cheek, just below your ear as he plasters your face with soft kisses. “You’re doing so good,” he mutters, his lips brushing against your neck with the praise. “So perfect for me, you sound so pretty like this. Tell me when you’re close, okay, baby?” 

God, you’re not sure you’ll ever get there like this. “Sam, please.” You’re not above begging, not in the slightest, especially not right now. You feel like you’ve been here for hours, panting and whining on Sam’s lap. For fuck’s sake, you’ve still got your sweater on.

You feel more than hear the little laugh your whine drags out of Sam, a rumble in his chest where you’re plastered against him, a puff of air against your throat. “You need some help? Hmm?” he asks, dragging his unoccupied hand up your stomach and rucking your sweater up as he does. At the same time, his fingers curl inside you, stealing your breath and sending your head lolling back on his shoulder. 

“God—” Your hands scramble to grab onto something, anything, searching for purchase. In the end, one lands on Sam’s wrist as his hand cups your breast, the other grasping at the sheets below you, twisting them in your grip. 

His thumb brushes over your nipple, drawing a choked whimper from your throat. “Answer me, baby. Can you come like this, or do you need more?” 

How are you even supposed to think like this, let alone speak? “Fuck, Sam—” you manage to babble out, turning your head to hide in the crook of his neck. The smell of him floods your senses, pine and musk and just a little bit of sweat that lets you know he’s not as unaffected as he pretends to be. “More. I need more, please.” 

“There you go,” Sam coos at you. Then he shifts the angle of his hand so the meat of his palm grinds against your clit with every thrust of his fingers, dragging a guttural moan from your throat in the process. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? My good girl.” 

Curses spill from your lips like a chant as everything ramps up tenfold and leaves you struggling to keep up. Sam’s fingers, practised and precise, drag against your g-spot with every thrust and, combined with the pressure against your clit, they have you moaning and babbling incoherent pleas in moments. Your chest heaves with your panting, gasping breaths as the pressure in your gut grows and twists and builds until it threatens to send you careening over the edge. 

Sam’s wrist twists in your grip until you release it, letting that hand fall to white-knuckle the sheets below you with the other one. With his hand newly free, Sam draws his fingertips along your jaw and tilts your head up until he can see your face. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, sweet as candy, as if he’s not taking you apart. “Talk to me, baby. How’re we doin’?” 

Oh, he’s such a dick; he knows how you’re doing. Your pussy is pulsing around his fingers like a heartbeat, he knows damn well. He just wants you to say it. But you know what game you’re playing. “Sam…”

He presses his thumb to your lips, and his turn down on a frown that you know—you know—is performative, but that puppy look still digs its claws into your head. “Come on.” 

“Oh, fuck—” Sam curls his fingers, and your gut pulls so tight you almost forget to breathe. “Okay, I’m close, God, Sam, please—” You know it's coming, but it still comes as a stone cold shock to your system when Sam’s fingers still inside you and the pressure of his palm disappears from your clit. Your cunt flutters as the bliss that had been moments away fades out of reach; your thighs futilely trying to close, press together, but you're stopped by Sam’s legs holding them open. 

Sam carefully unsheathes his fingers from your cunt, and you could damn near sob.

He coos over the sound of your whine. “I know. But you're so pretty like this, sweetheart, so good for me.” His hand leaves your face to catch yours as you reach down to finish the job yourself, bringing it up to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Uh-uh. You trust me, don't you, pretty girl? I’ll take care of you.”

  You narrow your eyes, glaring even as you twist your hand to tangle your fingers with his. “You’re evil.” 

His laugh puffs over your lips as he leans down to press a quick kiss to them. It’s a little uncoordinated, and certainly not the best angle. But it’s a sweet apology. “Maybe I just thought you'd rather come on my cock.” 

Your next inhale is sharp, a response to the way his words make your neglected pussy flutter. You twist a little further, your nose bumping his with how close you are. “Are you gonna let me?” you ask, and your lips brush against his as you speak. 

He hums, and his eyes crinkle with the grin that he presses to your lips. “Say please—” he murmurs, the words washing over you like a wave— “and maybe I will.” Your hand tightens around his.

God, but if the power trip doesn't look good on him. The word comes out on a breath, just barely a whisper of, “Please.” 

Sam swallows the plea with a kiss, draws a gasp out of you as his teeth sink into your bottom lip and tug as he pulls away. “Please…what?” he urges, dragging a line of hot, open kisses along your jaw and down the line of your neck. “Come on. You want it, don’t you? Use your words.” 

You tip your head back, and you’re sure Sam feels you swallow around your need because the next kiss he lands on your throat is biting. “Please,” you say again, “please let me come on your cock.” 

Sam’s smile against your throat is so bright it almost burns, and he releases your hand from his grip. “Anything for you, baby.” He presses one last kiss to the base of your neck before his hands come up under your thighs, lifting you off his lap. “Come on.” 

You help him maneuver you until you’re laying on your back on the bed, and you take the opportunity to stretch your legs out, groaning at the stiffness from having them in that position for so long.

Sam kneels beside you, his hands squeezing at your thighs. “You alright?” he asks. His hands smooth up your legs to your hips before he draws them back down again in a pseudo-massage. 

You nod. “I’m okay,” you tell him, and then you let your thighs fall open to make room for him. You get the pleasure of watching his eyes snap from your face to your cunt, his pupils swallowing his irises whole. “Want you.” 

He lifts his gaze to yours again, and he holds it as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down and off.  “Whatever you want, beautiful,” he says, climbing over you and settling with his hips between your thighs before he pulls his shirt over his head. He tosses it aside and braces his hand beside your head.

Entirely shameless, you reach out to press a hand to his chest, admiring the solid planes of his stomach flexing as he holds himself up to hover above you. His muscles shift, a body perfectly designed to drag the tip of his cock through your folds. Your breath catches in your chest, your hand smoothing up and over his shoulders to tangle your fingers in his hair. 

He smiles, then his hand settles on your thigh. “C’mere,” he mutters, drawing your leg up over his hip. Your other leg follows suit, your ankles crossing. Keeping him close. “There you go.” With that, he presses inside you. He slides in easy—you weren’t exactly hurting for prep—but the stretch of your cunt around him still has you groaning in tandem with him. 

“Fuck, Sam—” you gasp as he bottoms out, his hips kissing yours. Somehow, you always manage to forget just how big he is until you’re so full you feel like you can feel him in your throat. 

Sam’s hand that’s not currently holding him up drags the hem of your sweater up until it’s bunched around your shoulders, leaving you, essentially, bare for him. He trails his fingers down your torso, watching the goosebumps that bloom on your stomach as he traces your skin. “Good?” he asks, his voice tight with the effort of keeping still inside you. 

“Yeah. So fucking full,” you moan, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand cups your breast. “But yeah, I’m good.” 

“Good.” He draws out, dragging along your walls until only the tip is left inside, and you brace for the punch of the next thrust. But it never comes. He lingers, teasing, until you open your eyes to see him smirking down at you. “You wanna beg for it?” 

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan, pressing your heels into his back in an effort to press him forward. He doesn’t budge. 

“I think you’re gonna,” he says, ducking his head to press his lips to the hinge of your jaw. “You wanna come? All you have to do is say please—” He brushes his thumb over your pebbled nipple, pulling a whimper from your throat— “and then I’ll fuck you so good, you know I will. Just let me hear it.” 

You turn your head to face him, staring him down, breathing in his air as you consider his proposal. You lift your head to brush your lips against his. “Please fuck me.” If you hadn’t been paying attention, you wouldn’t have noticed, but his hand flexes just so where he’s cupping your chest. “Sam. Please.” 

Sam draws you into a proper kiss at the same time he slams home into you. Although, a proper kiss is maybe not the best way to describe it. It’s more Sam licking into your open, panting mouth, swallowing the desperate, airy moans that his thrusts are punching out of you. The pace he sets isn’t fast, but it’s deep, and with his tongue on your mouth and his hand on your tits, it feels like you can feel him everywhere, like there isn’t a single part of your body that isn’t being consumed by him. 

“My beautiful girl,” Sam rasps as he pulls away. He drags kisses down your neck, and then skips right over the bulk of your sweater to scrape his teeth over your nipple at the same time his fingers pinch at the other. Your chest spasms on a sobbing moan, your nails scraping down his back, aching for purchase. The feeling is overwhelming, lighting up every nerve ending you have until the only thing you can think about is Sam—Sam’s mouth on your chest, Sam’s voice soothing heated skin, Sam’s fucking cock taking you apart. “You sound so wrecked, baby, look at you.” 

“Sam—” His name drips from your lips like a mantra, over and over and over like it’s the only thing you can say anymore. You’re so close, teetering so close to the edge that a light breeze could push you over. “God, please—” 

His hand abandons your chest, smoothing down your ribs and over your hip bone. “I got you. I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” he says, and then he flattens his tongue over your nipple as he shoves his hand between your bodies to rub at your clit. 

It’s over—your whole body trembles with it, and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you. Sam’s hips stutter where he’s fucking you through it, and then you feel him spill into you, the spasms of your pleasure having pulled him off the cliff right along with you. 

“Oh, fuck—there you go,” he gasps, his hips slowing to a stop as you both ride out the recovery. “So perfect, so good for me.” 

With the last of your energy, you lift your hands to his face to drag him into a spent, sloppy kiss. “Took such good care of me,” you mutter into his mouth, shivering while he takes the opportunity to carefully slide out of you. “Love you so much.” 

In a few minutes, the two of you will have to stumble out of bed to the bathroom, clean up and truly recover. But right now, Sam’s smile against your lips warms your chest enough to forget about his cum dripping from your cunt. “Love you too.” 

[panakina]

We are in desperate need of Death in the Family rewrite, instead of trotting out a horribly racist and bizarrely paced, thematically confused story like it’s one of the greats just because it’s load bearing. This is what i’d want from it.

Bruce is again the POV character, but he is explicitly a biased and unreliable narrator. We don’t hear Jason’s narration outside of a few key moments, but we are shown what he’s doing in direct contrast with Bruce’s theorising about his spiralling. Bruce never explicitly asks. Him and Alfred make well meaning, overbearing decisions on his behalf.

Jason is struggling with Batman and Robin’s catastrophic mishandling of several sexual assault cases in a row. I haven’t decided if we’re alluding to Jason being a victim of this himself, that might be overselling it. Either way he is deeply affected by these, and he is the only one. There’s a sense of isolation and injustice around him. He thought bruce cared. He thought batman was a solution.

Jason leaves to find his birth mother, leaving only a note and no explanation. Bruce sees the robin suit is missing and is annoyed. He doesn’t investigate, prioritising the hunt for the joker.

The death and build up happens exclusively in Africa, in a country with its own local vigilante, who wants to know what this American is doing here. (I don’t know enough about DC’s African heroes to know who it should be, but it needs to be one who is already established and competent in his own right.) Batman is in a state of awkward overreach with a patronising tilt to the way he hoards knowledge in the pursuit of the joker in someone else’s backyard. They agree to a partnership that in practise is unequal in Batman’s favour. We are externalising the themes here, mirroring Bruce’s personal relationships with his professional ones.

Jason and bruce run into each other by accident once again. Both are surprised the other is there for a different mission. They opt to combine forces anyway, since they’re both here. Bruce is touched and naively optimistic about Jason’s search for his birth mother. He is projecting. For a moment it is blazingly obvious bruce identifies as a fellow orphan to his sons first, and a father second.

There are local victims, arguably of the joker but it’s not definitive. Their deaths aren’t just numbers. They are real people. The local vigilante is very angry. Jason sympathises heavily, but he too is an outsider here. He sits apart from the funerary rites, listening in, uninvited, unable to mourn, unable to move on. Batman calls him to continue working the case.

Bruce isn’t blind, Jason is struggling. He makes a plan to reach out to him if they don’t find his mom, which will of course negate the need for action.

They find Sheila.

It all falls apart in the same way as the original. Jason does not try to take on the joker, although that is how it’s interpreted after he’s dead. He is trying to rescue his mom. She gets clobbered over the head by a joker goon on the way out and bleeds out while the bomb’s timer is still ticking down. Jason dies, alone, trying to shield the body of his dead mom.

None of the post-death UN stuff. Stupid.

Bruce disguises the death for publicity’s sake. He changes Jason out of robins clothes and hides the joker’s presence there to protect batman’s identity.

Time skip. The African vigilante knows he has been lied to. His country’s legal system paid off, and justice perverted. He comes to Gotham in pursuit of both the Joker and Batman, looking for justice.

At this point Bruce is in deep grief, swinging wildly between rage and self hatred. He is shutting out everyone. He loses track of a human trafficking case in crime alley to focus on the joker and the other vigilante.

The ending is an echo and inverse of the climax of Under the Red Hood, but nobody has set it up, it’s just the way a messy fight between the three remaining players works out. Bruce must choose between inaction and saving the joker. He doesn’t choose. He is frozen, and we do not know if it’s a choice or if he shut down too much to act. He is not in control. Joker appears to have died.

Joker is found, injured but alive, and gets locked in Arkham. The vigilante goes home, disgusted, having gotten what little justice Gotham offers.

The human traffickers escaped in the background of the fight. It isn’t called out, just a detail in the artwork.

Batman goes back to work in an empty house haunted by the dead. Jason’s grave stands alone. Everything has changed. Nothing has changed. Batman won, and everybody loses.

[lurochar]

Scarf

You get fluff, you get fluff, you all get the fluff!

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“Sorry,”

Alastor bristled, pacing around his room as he recalled the earlier words Charlie had thrown his way.

“But I'm going to be REALLY, REALLY busy with Y/N today.”

It had been going on for days now, both Charlie and his Darling not giving him, the hotelier of all demons, an explanation, for what they were doing or what ‘business’ they had with each other.

He even asked Vaggie and even she was at a loss at what they could be up to.

He trusted his dear Doe, he really did, but he felt his eyes black out and his ears flatten against his head and his antlers growing when he found his shadow could not sneak into the room Charlie and his Darling occupied.

What could they possibly be doing that Charlie went so far to block his shadow magic?

Were they…?

No.

His Darling would never.

Charlie wouldn't–

Alastor slipped into his bayou, feeling his form rip into something much more demonic. 

He needed to hunt, hunt, hunt, hunt, and eat.

~♡♡~

It was done.

It was finally done.

It took days and you had almost given up a few times, but with Charlie's constant encouragement, you had persevered and finished, much to your and her delight.

In all honesty, as it was your first project, it was probably a bit rough-looking, but Alastor appreciated anything homemade over mass-produced items and you were sure he would welcome the thought.

You moved towards his room just a little quicker in excitement.

“Alastor?”

You cautiously knocked on his door, jumping when it opened almost immediately and said deer demon appeared.

“Alastor!?”

Blood dripped to the floor and you blinked in shock as pupils shaped as radio dials stared down at you rather intensely.

“D̵̥̞̰͖ͩ͐͐̀͠_̩ͅa͈ͤ̂̃̎̀̀r̶̢̡͙͈̄ͤ̐ͮ̍̈ͮ͟͠͞.̵̵̘̮͚͊ͫͤ.̘ͭ.̠͙̬ͭ̾͑.̢̩̮̝̰̽ͯ̕_̨͕̈̽.̛̮̄ͬͮ.̬͔̬͋͗͊ĺ̨̢̞͉͉ͣ͜in͕̊͑g̷̨̝̜͍̭̎͑̐̆̀̕” Alastor rasped, “D̝̳ͨ͢a̤͔͔̥͆̋̋͆͘̚̕͠r̄̑l̴̨̧͈̹͓̆͒̊͆ͮͨ̓̕͜i̧̮͖̻͖̱ͦͯͭ́ͤ͢ṇ̈́̂_̞̻̟͒͛ͭ̎ͮ̚ģ̢̩ͮͭ̀͐,̞̖ͫ̏̑͘ j̷̧̺͇̈́̃ȏ͉͓͇̃̃̀̌̊͠í̛̞͈̩͖͕̈͆ͫ͒͌̚n̝̞͈͍̼̉̓͋͗ͯ̅̕̚͟͡ m̨̗̟̱ͣ͒ͣͮe̵̞̜̯͓̥ͭ͗͒ͮ̈́ f̙̟͈͕̘̮̕o͗̊ͤ̔̍̉r̛͈̰̮̭ͭ̂̈́̑͜ dì̵̗ͧ͠n̷̼̻͈̘̹̯͋̂ͬ̆̇ͬ͡n̷̢͇͆ͫ̅͊ͣ͘̕è̹͂ͨ͢r̴̨̨̪̫͈̫̍͑ͤͨ_,��̳̝̊̓̆ͥ w̧̪̙on̢̻̜̞̄̊̎͂́͢͝ͅ'̢̞́̅ͥ͗̍̕͢t̵͎̗̮̘͚̼͇̞̐ͣ̀ͪ͡ ẙ͓̯̍̆o̜̒͂ų̸̙̩̟̓́͆̓́̓͛͝?̬͇̳̀̆́͂ͬͮ̾͠” The static surrounding his voice was almost deafening and his appearance was utterly terrifying. “Ô̗r̵̢̛̰̬̊ͪ̊͗͢͞ a̶̴̸̢̯̳̗̓̈́̆̕͢͢r̷ḛ y̨̨͖͉̰͒̄̓̓ͯͫ̀o̦̻͍͙͚ͫ͝u̖͔͇̽͒ s͓̲̗̺̉͌̓t̨̨͎̩͈̒ͥ̽ͤͨͩ͠i̵̡̩̯ͨ̅̍̀ͪ̕͝ĺ̶̼̊̕͢l̵̹͙̘̟͈̘ͥ̈͌͊̚ b̻̲̘̯̈̈͆̈́͛̋ͧ̀̒́͊u̢̧̲͈̳̓ͦ͋̅͒̀ͬ̈͟͞ś̘̫̪̆̃ͥ̽͘y̞̬̲̎̂͗́̇̓̕ wi̱̯̥ͬͦ̀̑̄́͊̆t̩̠̹̲̟h̢͙̋̑̑̕͡ C̲h̵̢͈̳̟̫ͮ́̿̌̾ͪͩa̭͆ͮ͂ͥͨr̸̴̤ͭ̆͆̈̇l̢ͧ̾o̢̢͉̬͔̍ͤ̂̄͠t̠̹ͮ͞t̷̸̸̢̡͔̪͖̩̖̟ͩ̈̐͠e̷̛̳̥͍̫̊ͬ̚͟?̷̲͔̻̣͇̒̊̊̎͌̆͌”

You swallowed thickly.

“I-I’m done with Charlie,” you twiddled the package in your hands and Alastor’s eyes were swiftly drawn to the sound of the crinkle it caused. “I’m sorry it took so long. I… I wasn’t so good at this – but Charlie wasn’t either! S-so that’s why it took so long!” You flushed when Alastor’s expression slowly turned from frightening into something resembling bemusement, “Just… just take it!” 

You shoved the package into his chest.

“D̵̥̞̰͖ͩ͐͐̀͠_̩ͅa͈ͤ̂̃̎̀̀r̶̢̡͙͈̄ͤ̐ͮ̍̈ͮ͟͠͞.̵̵̘̮͚͊ͫͤ.̘ͭ.̠͙̬ͭ̾͑.̢̩̮̝̰̽ͯ̕..ling?” The baffled grin on Alastor’s face was almost endearing as his body shrunk into his more normal form. “What… is this for? It is not my birth date nor do I believe it is a holiday for gift giving.”

“It’s not, not yet. I…I just wanted to do this for you. Charlie likewise for Vaggie, so she helped me practise, so that’s why we did it secretly.” You flushed deeper and fiddled with your fingers. “I’m sorry, I wanted to keep it a surprise from you.”

Alastor’s eyes zeroed in on your flushed cheeks, unsure of his mixed feelings of irritation or surprise gratitude. However, his earlier hunt of the animals in his bayou had, thankfully, gotten rid most of the anger he had been feeling. “I thank you, dearest. May I open it?”

“Yes…! Yes.”

Hmm, adorable. You seemed so excited.

It was a simple package, in simple brown paper and he was careful as he sliced through it with a single claw and you watched with wide anticipating eyes when he finally lifted his gift up to observe it thoroughly.

A knitted scarf.

A knitted scarf with a little deer embroidered on the very edge.

“Darling,” Alastor tilted his head, “Did you make this yourself?” He watched as you scrunched into yourself and nodded quietly. 

“I know… I know it’s nothing compared to Hell’s high fashion brands and you don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it!” You said quickly, “I just thought–”

“Thought what, my little Doe?” Alastor grinned, wrapping the scarf around his neck, causing you to choke on nothing. “Now where was I? Oh yes! Inviting you to join me for dinner?” He held out his hand towards you and his expression softened slightly as your flush came back once again once his fingers intertwined within your own.

“Thank you for the lovely gift, Darling~”

“Y-you’re welcome, Alastor.”

[callitschnitzel]

I know I'm projecting but I like to imagine Remus as a little biology boy

So I checked and in the books he got the grindylow delivered for the class, but also why!? I'm sure there were plenty of pictures he could show the kids. But no! he was a hands-on teacher, he knew seeing the real thing is something else. ( I sure hope they didn't practise spells on the caged animal, I won't check ) Anyway in my humble opinion he wasn't a book nerd, he was a go out and find some cool critter nerd.

Sirius is supportive but I think he prefers fluffier animals. I was going to draw him reading but then I saw people mentioning the crossword thing and I like it a lot. ( Now I'm wondering about magical crossword puzzles, do they move? Do they give hints? )

I like to think it reflects their childhood activities. Sirius holed up in grimmauld with books and games trying to ignore his family and Remus in a cabin god knows where with only his parents to talk to. With Lyall being a certified ghost hunting enthusiast, I imagine little Remus running around turning every stone to find something of interest to show his dad and bond with him.

[slvbum]

He needs a lesson ♡ Rafe Cameron!

Content WARNING: Rafe Cameron x Stalker!Reader, drugging, manipulation, noncon, oral (m!receiving) +18 MDNI.

Her obsession with Rafe Cameron wasn’t her first plunge into fixation. As a teenager, she’d hunted boys she found “cute”. At 14, she’d loitered outside the surf shop, memorizing a blond surfer’s routine, her heart racing as she pocketed his discarded water bottle. At 16, she’d trailed a Kook jock, stealing his sweaty wristband from his gym bag. Mothers whispered at country club brunches, calling her “unsettling,” their voices tight with worry.

“She’s trouble,” one said, clutching her pearls.

But her father brushed it off.

“Just a phase,” he’d mutter over his bourbon, blind to the darkness in his daughter’s smile.

She learned early: her wealth, her charm, her perfect princess facade could bury any sin.

Tonight, her father was waiting in the foyer, his arms crossed.

“Y/N,” he barked. “Where were you? It’s past midnight, sneaking in like a damn thief. Who’s the guy this time? And don’t lie—I know you’ve been stealing from my office. Syringes, sedatives—what the hell are you doing?”

She froze, her red dress wrinkled, her hair tangled. Her heart pounded, but she forced a pout, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

“Daddy, I was just out with friends,” she lied, her voice syrupy. “I don’t know about any stealing—”

“Bullshit,” he snapped, stepping closer. “You’re out all day, sneaking around, probably terrorizing some boy like you did when you were a kid. Those moms still talk about that surfer you stalked. And now my office is missing dangerous stuff. Why are you out so long, acting like a damn stalker?”

Her pout cracked, rage flaring.

“I’m not a stalker!” she hissed, fists clenched. “You don’t get it! You’re always treating me like a brat!” Her voice rose, petulant, as she stomped her foot. “I’m fine!”

“You are a brat,” he roared. “And you’re grounded. No car until you stop this—stealing, sneaking, stalking. Get help, or I’ll drag you to a shrink.”

He turned, dismissing her, but the loss of her car stung like a slap.

She stormed up the grand staircase, her heels echoing, her mind seething. In her room, she slammed the door, her pout twisting into a scowl. Grounded? No car? Her father thought he could cage her, but Rafe was out there, waiting to be hers. The thought of him set her veins alight. She wasn’t done. Not tonight.

She waited until her father’s snores rumbled through the mansion. Dressed in black leggings and a hoodie, she climbed out her window, her movements silent, practised. Her father had taken her car keys, but her old bicycle leaned against the garage. She pedalled through the humid night, the air sticky on her skin, her heart racing with purpose. She’d make him feel her, want her, need her.

At Tannyhill, she stashed her bike in the shadows and slipped through an unlocked side door. The house was dark, save for the glow from Rafe’s room. Her pulse thrummed as she crept upstairs, her sneakers silent on the hardwood. Rafe was sprawled on his bed, scrolling his phone, oblivious. Her fingers tightened around a syringe—a lighter dose of ketamine this time, just enough to disorient, to keep him awake but pliable. She wanted him to feel her, to know her.

She moved like a wraith, straddling him before he could react, and jabbed the syringe into his neck. His phone clattered to the floor, his eyes widening as he gasped, “What the fu—” His words slurred, his body sagging, but his eyes stayed open, hazy, unfocused. Her heart soared, a heady mix of adoration and possession flooding her. She slid her hands over his chest, feeling the hard ridges of muscle under his T-shirt, her fingers greedy as they traced his collarbone, his shoulders, his abs.

“You’re so perfect,” she murmured, her hands groping him, savouring every inch. She tugged his shirt up, her nails grazing his skin, her lips brushing his jaw as she inhaled his cedar-and-salt scent. Desire burned through her, her skin flushing, her breath quickening.

Rafe groaned, his head lolling, his limbs heavy but responsive.

“Stop… you psycho…” he mumbled, but his body twitched under her touch, betraying him. Her hands slid lower, bold and unyielding, tugging at his waistband.

“Shh, Rafe,” she whispered, her lips grazing his ear, her breath hot. “You want this. You just don’t know it yet.”

Her fingers teased, slipping under his boxers, her touch invasive, possessive, as she explored him with a twisted reverence.

“How about I make you feel good?” she purred, her hand wrapping around him, stroking slowly.

His body responded, cock hardening despite his slurred curses, and she smirked, her eyes gleaming with hunger.

“Say yes,” she coaxed, her lips brushing his neck, her hand moving with purpose.

He made a noise, a garbled moan, barely coherent, but she took it as consent.

“Good boy,” she whispered, sliding down, her lips trailing over his chest, his abs, until she reached him.

She took him into her mouth, her lips closing around him, her tongue swirling with slow, deliberate precision. Her movements bold, sucking hard, her hand gripping the base, her nails digging into his thigh. She worked him with a mix of worship and control, her lips sliding up and down, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip, drawing out muffled groans from his drugged haze. His hips twitched, his breaths ragged, and she felt a surge of power, her own arousal spiking at his vulnerability. She sucked harder, her hand pumping in rhythm, her eyes flicking up to watch his face... his eyes half-closed, his jaw slack, confusion, fear, and unwilling pleasure.

But halfway through, a knock shattered her focus.

“Rafe!” Sarah’s voice called from the hall. “You got my charger in there?”

Her blood ran cold, her lips freezing mid-motion. She scrambled off him, diving into his closet, pulling the door shut. The space was suffocating, the air thick with his cedar cologne, so potent it choked her. She pressed her hands to her mouth, gasping silently, her lungs burning as the scent overwhelmed her.

Rafe, still dazed, fumbled to sit up, his voice slurring as he called back, “Don’t… don’t have it, Sarah. Check Wheezie’s room.” His words were clumsy, but convincing enough. Sarah muttered something and left, her footsteps fading.

Y/N burst out, gasping, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, her chest heaving. She shouldn’t have to hide—not from Sarah, not from anyone. Rafe was hers, not some secret to be stuffed in a closet. She turned on him, her eyes blazing, her voice a hiss.

“You think I’m just some thing to hide?” she snapped, ignoring the insanity of her accusation. In her mind, his attempt to cover for her was a betrayal, a denial of their “bond.”

Rafe blinked, his head lolling, his voice weak.

“You’re… fucking crazy…” he slurred, but there was fear in his eyes, and that spark, that twisted pull she’d seen before. Her derangement was a mirror to his own chaos, and it stirred something in him, a fascination he hated but couldn’t escape.

She smirked, her anger morphing into something crueller.

“You’ll learn,” she said, climbing back onto the bed.

She took him in her mouth again, her lips and tongue aggressive, relentless. She worked him to the edge, licking, sucking, teasing his balls with a flick of her tongue, drawing out desperate groans. His body strained, his hips bucking despite his slurred protests, his hands gripping the sheets. She could feel him nearing the edge, his breaths turning to ragged moans, his body trembling.

But she stopped, pulling back right as he teetered on the brink, his cock throbbing, slick with her saliva. Rafe cried out, a raw, frustrated sound, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, his face contorted with desperation.

“Please…” he rasped, his voice breaking, his pride shattered.

The drugs, her touch, her cruelty had broken him, leaving him aching, his balls tight and pulsing with unfulfilled need. He was a mess, panting, pleading, his body screaming for release she’d denied.

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a venomous whisper.

“Maybe like this, you’ll learn I’m the girl for you.” She licked his earlobe, savouring his shudder, then stood, wiping her mouth with a smug smile. “Goodnight, Rafe.”

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How about headcannons for fae Nightmare are fav Winter King??

You're in a relationship with two Nightmare's, really.

The first Nightmare is the King. Overwhelmingly powerful, aloof, wickedly intelligent, stern but with a strong sense of justice, (privately) very caring and gentle. This Nightmare is the one you spend the vast majority of your time with. He flirts like a courtly prince... he ballroom dances with you on glittering midwinter nights, he reads you poetry by dwindling firelight. He gifts you the finest gowns and furs, matched only in craftsmanship by his own, he puts crystal necklaces around your neck and silver rings on your fingers. He kisses your knuckles and takes you on long romantic horse rides, he has a winter flower garden made for you, he wraps his cloak around your shoulders when you're tired. This is the Nightmare that has been tempered by hundreds of years of rule. The man he shows the world; the man he wants to be, for you.

... Then there's the other Nightmare. The one underneath. The one that never recovered from the wound to his skull, nor the betrayal he felt after.

That Nightmare is furious. Ragged. Desperately tired, hates everything but you. Wildly possessive - barely holding back from clawing out the eyes of anyone who looks your way. Starving for your love, but absolutely terrified of what that means. Wants to sink his teeth into you and never let go.

Generally, the first Nightmare is excellent at covering up the second, he's had centuries to practise. But you catch glimpses. That's the Nightmare who sees a courtier aggressively flirting with you at a feast, and takes them outside to beat them within an inch of their life and leave them bleeding in the snow. That's the Nightmare that drinks a little too much wine and won't let go of your wrist all evening. The Nightmare who draws you like he's trying to capture you forever in the paper; the one who pulls you closer to him in the middle of the night. The Nightmare that stares jealously at people who make you laugh, only just covering his tracks and laughing along when he realises he's being intimidating.

He's very gentle with you. He'll never raise his voice at you.

He's got a surprisingly playful side. For all his gloomy seriousness, he seems to take quite a bit of joy in teasing you. The other skeletons are jarred by the sight of you teasing him back - that's a luxury no one else in either kingdom can afford.

Killer has his stray cats. Nightmare has his beloved horse, the eighteen-hand beast that bites off hands and kicks in heads. She has an obvious soft spot for you. Only you and Nightmare can mount her.

Nightmare also has some (equally beloved) massive hunting hounds who resemble dire wolves more than dogs. They look terrifying and vicious, coming and going from the castle as they please, often disappearing as a pack into the wilderness for days. When Nightmare isn't around, alongside the usual trio of Killer Dust and Horror looking after you, you'll have some massive fluffy good boys as excellent bodyguards.

Nightmare can be... difficult. He isn't very good at expressing himself; he lies about how he feels to make you feel better, getting the truth out of him is getting blood from a stone. He's a romantic, he wants to look after you, he wants everything to be about you. He's happy when you're happy and his own wants are far too messy and scary to unpack. Gifting you another set of sapphire earrings is much easier than admitting he's massively insecure and just wants you to stay in bed with him all day, cradling his skull and telling him you care.

... All that being said... you will never know loyalty like his. Many people say they would 'wait a thousand years' for their partner.

He actually would.

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Valentine’s Day

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧

♡ ✧ Valentine’s Headcanons ✧ ♡

I know I'm a day late, but late is better than never

✧･ﾟ Aemond ･ﾟ✧

He doesn’t see himself as a romantic man. He doesn’t expect anyone to sigh over him, nor does he believe in sentimental gestures. But if you ever happened to mention—almost absentmindedly—that you like a certain book, a particular piece of jewellery, or a specific dessert, he will remember. And days later, you’ll find it in your room or among your belongings, with no note, no explanation. He won’t tell you it was him. He doesn’t seek recognition. Simply knowing that you have something that makes you happy is enough.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Gwayne ･ﾟ✧

If you give him a gift, no matter how small, he will carry it with him always. A handkerchief embroidered with care, a simple thread bracelet, a trinket of little value… To him, it is a treasure. And if anyone dares to mock him, he won’t even flinch. He will simply smile calmly before replying, “Only true men can bear the weight of love.”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Davos ･ﾟ✧

Flowery words aren’t his style. He has no patience for long letters or poetic confessions. His words are simple, direct, impossible to misinterpret. One day, without warning, he will look you straight in the eye and say, “I like you. I want to be with you. Tell me what I need to do.” And then he will wait, with the quiet certainty of a man who has made up his mind.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Aegon ･ﾟ✧

He never understood why people celebrate love only one day a year. If he is in love, he shows it every day. You wake up to gifts on your bed, to spontaneous parties thrown in your honour, to his laughter declaring that the world should celebrate your existence just as much as he does. There are no limits to his extravagance, nor to his desire to see you happy.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Daeron ･ﾟ✧

Valentine’s Day isn’t enough for him. He learns to play an instrument in secret, practising until his fingers ache, just so that on that special day, you can hear a melody composed solely for you. And when he plays it, there will be pride in his gaze, because every note carries a piece of his heart.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Cregan ･ﾟ✧

He’ll teach you to hunt… but will do all the work himself. If you ever express an interest, he’ll take you with him, but in the end, he’ll ensure you don’t have to lift a finger. "This isn’t your place," he’ll say, though in truth, he simply wants to shield you from any discomfort.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Jace ･ﾟ✧

When the time comes to give you a gift, he is restless. He makes sure everything is perfect, that it is something you will truly love. He might rehearse his words in front of a mirror or second-guess himself a hundred times before handing it over. Because to him, it isn’t just a gift. It’s his way of showing how much you mean to him.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Luke ･ﾟ✧

He wants to surprise you, so he decides to bake a cake for Valentine’s Day. But something goes wrong. Perhaps too much flour, or not enough sugar. Perhaps the kitchen ends up in complete chaos. But even so, he presents it to you with a beaming smile, proud of his effort, hoping that at the very least, the thought behind it will make you happy.

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Where Am I?*Part Five

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn

Word count:  1531

Warnings: reader learning archer, sassy bjorn, emotionally complex ivar, threats, time travel, drinking, hangover

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

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Last night had been the first truly relaxing nights of your stay so far. You drank, sang guitar round a campfire on the beach, learned some Viking songs and tall tales, and now woke up with a splitting hangover. “Time to get up,” Ubbe said as he opened the door.

You just grumbled in response, pulling the covers further over your head. You heard sighing then footsteps then suddenly felt the shivering cold. Ubbe stood grinning over your, “Revenge,” he grinned down at you, offering you a hand.

“Die,” you grumbled, burying your head into the pillow.

You could hear laughter from the door, “Finally becoming one of us,” Ivar, you think, laughed.

“Or worse. she’s becoming like you,” Sigurd’s teasing led to more cursing, some thuds, and Ubbe running to split up some kind of fight as you sat up in bed. This was going to be a long day.

-

“Why do I need to learn this?” you whined as Hvitserk helped you load an arrow onto your bow.

“Well if you like to eat you need to learn how to shoot,” Ubbe said as he and Sigurd leant against a tree to watch your struggles. Ivar was sat just a few feet away on a cut down tree.

all boys were noticeably behind you as they watched the arrow sink into a tree three feet from your target. Hvitserk helped you load another arrow before making the mistake of joking to a very hungover, very fed-up woman. “How are you getting worse?”

You huffed, spinning around still holding the bow making all the boys duck. Even Hvitserk jumped away, “Watch where you point that thing!” Sigurd said, hands covering his face.

“Scared of some little girl?” Ivar laughed. Though it stopped when you turned the arrow at him. He held his hands in the air in mock defence, “I thought we were friends,”

“Don’t test me,” you grumbled, turning back to the target. “This was so much easier on the Wii,”

“What’s a Wii?” you sighed as the four asked in unison. Instead of answering you ignored them, rolling your shoulders back before taking aim again. Breathe in, breathe out, and release.

Thud. The arrow hit the edge of the target. “You’ll get there- “Ubbe tried to speak but you cut him off.

“I did it!” you almost screamed, jumping up and down. “Ha take that!” you said, thrusting the bow up like you’d won the Olympics making the boys laugh.

“Please if we were hunting not only would you scare away the deer, but you only would’ve shot his ankle,” Hvitserk said, as he pulled out another arrow for you to use.

You rolled your eyes as you loaded it yourself this time, all be it with a slight struggle without his wins, “Don’t you guys ever celebrate the small victories?”

“What’s the point of that?” Ubbe asked with all seriousness.

“For motivation? To be happy?” you said, like it was the most obvious thing as you lined up your shot. Breathe in and release. “See!” you said, the arrow now slightly closer to the centre than before, “Positive thinking gets you places,”

“Yeah, like the bottom of a pile of dead bodies,” Ivar chortled.

You turned around with a sickeningly sweet smile, “Would you like to be one of them?”

A small smirk formed on his face as the other boys laughed. You felt Hvitserk place his arm over your shoulder, “Oh you’ll fit in nicely soon enough,”

-

By the end of archery practise you were now able to hit the target each time. Not the centre but still. Progress was there. Then it was there turn to do their real practising. Watching Ivar hit the bullseye with his axe each time as he glared at Sigurd made you thankful guns weren’t invented here. You almost told them about them but even if they were nice to you, you didn’t need to give them anymore ideas.

By the time you got back to Kattegat the sun was beginning to set and dinner was nearly ready. Bjorn joined you once again. Apparently, this was unusual for the Ironborn however it was Hvitserk who told you this and you quickly learned he was a massive gossip. Not that you were complaining. However thankfully for you Ragnar and Aslaug were not joining you. Its not that you didn’t like them, but Ragnar asked you a million question while she had a way of staring through your sole.

Somehow you ended up between him and Ivar and any time someone told a story your legend you didn’t understand he was quick to whisper in your ear. “What lies are you telling her brother?” Bjorn, who was sat across from you, asked as he was telling a story of his latest travels.

“That you truly are as tough as you look,” Hvitserk smirked. Despite not having Ivar’s rage or Sigurd’s instigation, Hvitserk was clearly able to hold his own.

Bjorn hummed disapprovingly before turning back to you, “How unfortunate you travel all this way to be stuck with these fools,” he said, glancing round the table, “Not a real man among them,”

“Maybe,” you said, deciding if you were going to be surrounded by argumentative Vikings you may as well try fit in, “Or maybe we have a different definition of a real man,”

“And what would your definition be?” he asked, putting his elbows on the table, and leaning in closer.

His eyes were locked on yours, so you decided instead to let yours look him up and down before sitting back, “Why? Do you need some lessons on how to be one?”

The younger Ragnorsson’s sniggered while Ubbe watched the whole scene carefully. Your eyes stayed locked on Bjorn’s until he sat back in his chair with a smile, “There’s hope for you yet, little one,” he said before dropping the smile, “Though I don’t recommend questioning me again,” The sight made your blood run cold but you did your best to smile, bringing a cup of wine to your lips as the meal soon continued.

-

Somehow you managed to escape from the brothers while they were distracted by finding a new crate of ale. While drinking wasn’t exactly restricted in university, they drank like it was a sport and there was no way you could keep up.

Even though you now wore a Vikings dress and apron there was some things from home you couldn’t let go of; modern underwear and sleeping in a comfy t-shirt. It was the one you had arrived in though admittedly you were going to have to wash it and your other clothes soon. The issue was that meant asking one of the brothers where or how to wash it and you had no desire for them to see these items. Well not yet at least.

 When you got back to your room you slipped out the starched dress and into the soft cotton shirt and got under your furs about to sleep. Before you could however the door opened. “Ivar?”

“My brothers bore me,” he sighed as he crawled over to your bed. You pulled the furs slightly closer, realising you only had the t-shirt on as your cheeks flushed. Ivar took no notice as he pulled himself up to sit beside you, “You were the only interesting one there,”

“A little flattery goes a long way,” you said but he quirked his head at that, “It’s an expression where I’m from,”

“Is flattery not a good thing?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Depends. My professor told me flattery and insults raise the same question; what do you want? Though I think he stole that from someone,”

“Well, all I want is your company,” he answered and at rare moments when you were alone Ivar didn’t look blood thirsty and terrifying. In fact, he seemed kind of gentle as he let a small smile escape. You couldn’t help letting out a light laugh, “Though I don’t understand how someone can steal words,”

Again, you shrugged, “I guess our people just value different things,” you said as a silence washed over you both.

After a few moments Ivar broke it, “I don’t think so. I think, deep down, all we all want is to be safe,” he said it quietly, as if he was worried someone may eaves drop.

It broke your heart a little though, “I suppose but I would’ve said happy,”

“Happy is a dangerous emotion,” he said, staring off into the distance, “everyone craves it, so they chase it, but they assume there is only so much of it to go around so they steal it. I do not need to be happy. Just content,”

You weren’t sure why you grabbed his hand, but you gave it a soft squeeze. His cheeks tinged pink, but you pretended not to notice, “I think content is a different kind of happy. Maybe if we were all so content with it, we could all be happy,”

“Maybe,”

“It’s a dangerous word,” you said.

Ivar snorted, “How can a word be dangerous?”

“How can happiness be?” you shot back with a small smile.

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Can you do a Daryl Dixon one where he almost loses her to someone/something/or a walker so he decides to tell her that he loves her and he makes love to her as well. A little possessive and maybe kinda future family references?

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Daryl Dixon x plus size reader

Daryl is an all or nothing man, so obviously he would only tell you that he was desperately in love with you right after you almost died.

Warnings: canon-level violence, walkers, loosely based around s6 ep9, sorry no smut this time (i blame the luteal phase), angst, fluff, confessions, blood, mention of kids  WC: 1.1k

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A/N: Could be read as a part 2 to this but it isn't necessary to read it first

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The sounds of walkers were almost deafening, almost. The crackling of the flames behind him and the squelch of blades against flesh but Daryl forced himself to ignore all of that, though the volume kept increasing like someone had turned up the world’s biggest stereo. 

Withered hands reached for him, but the hunter battered them away with a swing of his knife. He just had to get further into the crowd, he could see the house where the group had been held up, the candles in the window like a beacon in the night. He was only a couple hundred feet away, a few rows of walkers between him and his people.

The sea of rotting bodies parted for just a moment, right as a street lamp flickered to life, and there you were. A crowbar in your dominant hand, your clothes soaked in blood and walker guts, your eyes reflecting the fire in front of you and for a moment, Daryl froze in awe. You gracefully swung the weapon over your head, bringing it down into the skull of a fresh walker before spinning on your heel and using the otherside to connect with the jaw of another. You moved fluidly, like this was a well-practised dance you had done hundreds of times before instead of a game of survival. 

Your arm came down, spiking a crawler through the top of its skull. But suddenly, you stopped moving, your eyes going wide. You grabbed at the crowbar with both hands and pulled back but it refused to budge, and just as you vanished once more into the crowd, Daryl saw why.

The straight end of the crowbar had pierced all the way through the walker and buried itself in the hard soil beneath your feet and with the walkers closing in around you, you had no room to get enough leverage to pull it out. Then you vanished between the walkers once more.

“Y/N!” Daryl didn’t even think as he launched himself in your direction, hunting knife screaming through the air, cutting down anything that stood in his way. He pushed and shoved and clawed his way through because you were all that mattered, you were all he lived for. The moment he met you in that stupid, beautiful, damned farm, his world had tilted on its axis.

Your smile was his sunlight, your laugh, his favourite music. Your body, his aurora borealis. You were a miracle and yet so painfully human all the same. And if he let you die, his heart would wither away with you before he ever got to tell you that it had been yours since before you both had even met.

Red blurred his vision though whether it was from blood or rage, he didn’t care to find out. He threw his broad shoulder into the chest of a particularly tall walker, forcing it back into the waiting blade of one of the Alexandrians and finally, finally clearing the way to you. 

You were pinned against the street curb, your back curved at an awkward angle as the weight of two walkers kept you from standing or rolling away. You held one back with your left arm, its face barely centimetres from your own, as you wedged a knee between you and the second one.

His fingers sank into the rotted flesh of the creature trying to sink its teeth into your forearm and threw it off with so much force that as soon as it hit the concrete several feet away, its skull cracked open, spilling black brain matter onto the street. You were now fully on your back, still punching and kicking in any direction you could, even as the walkers started to thin. You shoved off the second walker, just in time for Daryl’s steel-toed boot to come down right on the back of its head.

“Daryl.” His name dripped from your lips like honey, immediately cooling his head like some sort of balm to his soul. The ground shook as he fell to his knees next to you. The orange light of the lake still burning strong flickered across your face, illuminating every single detail he had memorised so long ago.

The roughness of his palm met the softness of your full cheek, sending a spark of excitement racing through his tired body. “I almost lost ya.” You pressed into his touch, your own shaking hand cupping his elbow as you leaned in closer.

“But you saved me.” His heart skipped a beat and you smiled gently at him. You were here, you were alive and in his arms and suddenly, Daryl couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

Your lips were chapped and dry but perfect all the same as he finally kissed you. A squeak of surprise passed from your mouth to his before your eyes fluttered shut and you pressed against him. Your fingers curled into the soft leather of his vest, like you were trying to anchor him to you as if he were about to get up and walk away. Daryl snarled at the thought, his grip on your jaw getting tighter as the kiss began to heat up.

You were desperately chasing his lips, your feelings so plainly laid out for him that Daryl felt stupid for never having seen them before. He felt your need to be by his side in the warmth of your touch, the faith you had in him in the way you let his weight rest against you. 

The softness of your body moulded to him in a way he could only imagine it would and it was so much more than that. Your nose bumped into his, prompting him to tilt his head. You responded with a soft moan that shot through his body. 

“While I am happy for you two, we still have shit to do, now’s not really the time.” You pulled away from Daryl’s lips with an embarrassed gasp, leaving him cold without your touch. Michonne stood above the both of you, equally haggard and filthy but her smile, although small, was genuine if not teasing. 

“Sorry.” You scrambled to your feet and pulled your crowbar from where it was still stuck. Your eyes sparkled as you looked at Daryl, a promise and heat in your gaze, before you jogged off into the centre of town where the herd was now thinned but still biting. 

He watched you go, his heart trailing behind you. “Rick’ll want to be godfather to your kids, just so you know.” 

A blush exploded across his face. “Shuddup.” He rushed after you, cheeks still burning and his body exhausted but he felt lighter than he had ever felt before. Because you were surviving and you were his and by whatever god was out there, he would spend the rest of his life thanking them for that.

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[deminetly]

ʚSUMMER CAMP DR AVTIVITIESɞ

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⋆ normal (non magical)

nighttime canoeing

building bird houses and bug hotels

nighttime hide and seek

telling horror stories by a campfire

sneaking out to stargaze

treasure hunt

scavenger hunt

bone hunting

talent show

friendship bracelet making

face painting

board games

sending letters in bottles to the sea

shadow puppet theater

performing a play that you and your friends wrote

climbing trees

decorating your cabins

painting the beautiful views

camping

painting rocks

building a treehouse

secretly throwing parties

daily riddle or puzzle appears at each cabins door, leading to hidden prizes

⋆ magical

building houses for fairies

practising spells

talking to the moon

giving each other tarot readings

learning about magic

fairy hunt

lake monster hunt

potion making

inventing new mythical creatures

casting (good) spells on each other

[justabigassnerd]

Not A Monster

Pairing - Axel Kovačević x Keene!reader

Word count - 9,164

Warnings - Kwon's death, canon Cobra Kai violence, abuse from Sensei Wolf, brief mentions of addiction, characters are potentially ooc, blood, weapons, swearing, guilt

Summary - at the Sekai Taikai, you catch the eye of the male Iron Dragons captain and he catches yours. after a certain tragedy, you find yourself comforting the boy whose world was slowly crumbling around him

A/N - hey y'all... this is very out of nowhere, huh? basically long story short, Axel hyperfixation goes brrrr and I cannot stop thinking of him. I've made several fan edits of him over on Instagram and I wanted to bring some of the love over onto my tumblr. I know this is out of the blue and unexpected, but y'know I enjoyed writing this so... that's all that matters and I do have a potential part 2 in mind following what happens in pt. 3 of season 6 as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

To say your life had been changed drastically within the span of a month was no lie. Your dojo, Miyagi-Do, had been given the huge honour of competing within the Sekai Taikai, and you’d been one of the six fighters picked to represent your dojo in the prestigious competition. Little did you know, your whole life was going to be flipped around in those fateful days you spent in Barcelona for the competition.

Firstly, you met a boy. A boy from another dojo.

Axel first caught your eye when you and the other Miyagi-Do’s were watching the captains all taking pictures in the aquarium. He had a steeled expression with his arms folded across his chest, forcing a smile on his face when the photographer called him out on his expression. You had tried to hunt him down after the photos were taken to talk to him but you quickly lost him in the crowd despite his height and stature.

The next time you saw Axel was in the first round of the competition. Miyagi-Do was one of the first four dojos picked to compete and despite your best efforts, you were eliminated first. But your journey in the Sekai Taikai wasn’t over despite the setback. You watched as the competition went down to just three members of Cobra Kai, and all six members of the Iron Dragons. You watched as four of the Iron Dragon members stepped off the mat, leaving their captains open, Axel being one of them. Your eyes widened in awe as you witnessed Axel take down both Kwon and Yoon with ease, neither one of them landing a hit on them as he flipped them onto their backs with practised ease.

“Close your mouth. You’re practically drooling,” Eli hissed under his breath as you closed your mouth, unaware it had dropped open. As the judge announced that the Iron Dragons were the winners of that round, you watched Axel and the female captain cross to their sensei, invoking more curiosity as to the mystery that was Axel.

After the day's events, you headed to your changing room to change and head back to the hotel, wanting to rest and focus on the next day of events. As you walked past a room, you noticed Axel and his sensei training. You observed them quietly, listening as Sensei Wolf berated Axel before slamming his padded hand into the side of Axel’s head, making you fight back a gasp as Axel shrunk down, recoiling from the hit. As Axel shrunk away from Sensei Wolf, he looked over and locked eyes with you, his eyes fearful and sad. You longed to step in and try and protect him from his brutal sensei, but as you moved to step forward, Axel’s head shook just the slightest amount, stopping you in your tracks and telling you that you needed to leave and against your better wishes, you complied.

That night, you were struggling to sleep after what you witnessed. You knew it would be best if you told one of your sensei’s about what you witnessed but you didn’t want to bring any risk to Axel because of it. You knew Daniel would go straight to those in charge of the Sekai Taikai to report Sensei Wolf, but your dad or Chozen would probably try to attack Wolf directly, possibly getting Miyagi-Do disqualified with their actions. Unable to sleep, you climb out of bed, trying to stay as quiet as possible so as not to disturb Sam, who was sleeping in the bed next to yours. You slipped some shoes and a hoodie on before grabbing your keycard and phone to go for a walk around the hotel to try and clear your mind. As you walk around, you stumble across a drink vending machine and decide you want some water, you pay the money required and wait patiently as the drink drops, making you attempt to shush the machine for the loud noise. As you retrieve your water and straighten up, you come face to face with Axel, who looks just as shocked as you did at the realisation of each other’s identities.

“Axel, right? You’re up late.” You attempt to quip, trying to keep the mood light.

“Yes. And I could say the same for you,” Axel returns, swapping positions with you so he can get a drink at the vending machine.

“I’m y/n. I only caught your name because well… you’re the Iron Dragons captain, they couldn’t rave about you more out there on the mat.” You introduce yourself, noticing how Axel was still in training gear. From the way he chugged his water mere seconds after it came out of the machine, you could only assume he had just been up training.

“It’s pretty late for training, isn’t it?” You ask quietly, bringing attention to Axel’s outfit choice as he shrugs.

“Always time for training,” he replies simply. There was an unspoken awkwardness between the two of you. He knew you saw him and his sensei and you knew that he knew about it.

“I saw you and your sensei earlier. Is everything okay?” You ask cautiously, watching as Axel’s demeanour becomes sheepish, his eyes flicking to the floor as he nods.

“He trains me to be the best. It’s because of him I never lose,” Axel replies, no doubt an answer that had been drilled into him to prevent Sensei Wolf from being outed.

“But there are other ways of teaching. Ways that don’t terrorise you,” you insist, your heart panging with sympathy for the boy standing before you.

“My sensei is the best,” Axel says, almost as if he were trying to convince himself instead of you.

“He might be a world champion, but that doesn’t give him the right to treat you like that. I mean, my dad’s got unconventional teaching methods but not to that extent,” you argue softly, feeling awful that Axel was subject to such treatment from someone who was supposed to treat him with respect.

“Look, we should really get some rest, it’s been a long day. But, if you ever need someone to talk to, you can find me around.” You offer softly before bidding a quiet goodbye to the taller boy and making your way back to your hotel room for the rest of the night.

The next few days of the competition, Axel took you up on the offer you had given him that night and pulled you aside into quiet locker rooms to talk and spend time with you to get his mind off the brutal training Sensei Wolf had put him through. You even spent some evenings together, sneaking out to the beaches of Barcelona without your teams knowing to spend more time together. Before you knew it, you were crushing hardcore on the Iron Dragons captain and you had no idea how to handle it. You couldn’t tell anyone from your dojo, especially your twin brother Robby or your father, Johnny. So you resorted to keeping it a secret, until one day while you and Axel hid in a locker room, Axel confessed his feelings for you. The confession completely took you aback, you never expected Axel to feel the same way and before you knew it, your lips met his in a moment of tender embrace, solidifying your relationship.

The two of you decided to keep your relationship a secret for the rest of the competition, knowing it could put Axel in danger from Sensei Wolf if the truth came out. You already knew he wasn’t even supposed to speak to anyone from another dojo, so you could only imagine how Wolf would react if he found out Axel was dating someone from an opposing team. And you knew if the truth came out, Robby, Johnny, and potentially Miguel would all be out for blood with how protective they all were. So you resorted to waiting until the Sekai Taikai was over completely before you and Axel came clean about your relationship.

And then, on the day of the semi-finals, the competition descended into chaos.

You were watching Robby’s fight against Axel, hating that the luck of the draw had pitted your boyfriend and your brother against each other now, meaning only one of them could make it through to the finals. Axel was up by five points as Robby did his best to counter and defend against Axel’s ruthless attacks. In the spur of the moment, Axel shoved Robby aside, right into Kwon’s hands as he watched from the sidelines. Taking the opportunity he had to send an elbow into Robby’s side.

“Hey!” Both you and Miguel cried out at the cheap shot, immediately attempting to rush to Robby’s aid, but you were stopped by Axel sticking out a hand to catch you.

“He is not worth it,” Axel says, his glare fixed on Kwon.

“He hurt my brother, Axel,” you argue quietly, observing how Miguel gets up in Kwon’s face, both he and Robby being shoved back by Kwon and Yoon as the judge and Gunther attempt to regain control over the chaos. Before you knew it, Gunther was on the floor, knocked out from a harsh punch from one of the senseis from Tiger Strike, evidently still furious about their disqualification. That single action kicked off a full-scale brawl between every dojo that was in attendance at the competition.

In the chaos, you got separated from Axel, and both of you had to fend off people from other dojos as they threw punches and kicks. You were able to hold your own, but you couldn’t help but gaze over at Robby, worry clutching at your stomach as you saw him struggling in a fight against Yoon and Kwon while Miguel was occupied with some Iron Dragons students. In the spur of the moment, you rush over, kicking Kwon away from Robby.

“y/n?” Robby asks, eyes wide at your sudden appearance.

“I got your back,” you replied, moving to stand back to back with Robby. The two of you are able to hold your own for a while, and then Robby notices Tory struggling in a fight with Zara.

“Go and help her, I can hold these assholes off,” you say confidently, landing a solid kick to Yoon’s chest, sending him stumbling back while Robby darts off to help Tory with Zara. After a bit more time fighting with the two Cobra Kai students, Kwon eventually gets the upper hand on you, punching you in the stomach before landing a kick to the side of your head, sending you to the ground, wheezing and trying to recover your breath while the world spins around you.

Unbeknownst to you, Axel had witnessed the entire moment. In a fit of rage, he threw the member of Dublin Thunder he was fighting aside and stormed over to Kwon, engaging him in a fight while you struggled to get to your feet.

“y/n, are you okay?” Sam asks, rushing over to you in the chaos while you sit up.

“I’m good, let me just get up,” you say, taking Sam’s outstretched hand and letting her help you to your feet, shaking your head to focus yourself, aware that you could be dragged into another fight at any moment.

“y/n!” You turn around at the sound of Axel’s voice, seeing him pushing people aside to get to you, now free from his battle with Kwon.

“Axel…” you mumble gratefully, approaching him, your steps clumsy as he catches you quickly, his eyes darting around for any further danger to you.

“Are you okay?” Axel asks, holding you at arm's length so he can look you in the eye.

“I’ll be okay when this damn fight is over,” you say, laughing humourlessly, fighting back a wince when Axel’s fingers delicately run over the spot Kwon’s foot had connected with the side of your head. Before you can say anything else, you catch sight of movement behind Axel.

“Axel, look out!” You say quickly, causing Axel to whirl around, keeping himself in between you and his opponent. While Axel fights Kwon, you’re once again dragged into a fight, this time against a member of the West End Warriors. Despite your throbbing head, you held your own and Miguel fought by your side, both of your moves synchronised and calculated as you fend off those trying to attack you.

As you grab the West End Warrior by the gi, ready to shove them away, a pained scream rings out across the room, stopping everyone in their tracks. All eyes fall to the centre of the mat as people begin to gather around.

“Axel…” you mutter, your heart dropping to your stomach as you push your way forward, terrified at what you might see. You push forward, a gasp hitching in your throat when you catch sight of Kwon’s still body, a knife sticking out of his chest and blood pooling around his body on the middle of the mat. You couldn’t help but avert your eyes, feeling sick at the sight before you and in shifting your gaze, you caught sight of Axel. He looked horrified, his eyes fixed on the sight of Kwon’s body with Daniel kneeling alongside him.

The next few minutes were a blur. You were aware of Gunther calling out for the live feed to be cut and gathering everyone’s attention while someone from the Sekai Taikai staff ran off to get an ambulance for Kwon. You heard Gunther telling everyone to grab their belongings and go back to their hotel rooms, stating that the competition was being cancelled and everyone was to be sent home.

At the news, there was an audible gasp and clamouring from the dojos but after Gunther reiterated his point, firmly instructing everyone to leave, people complied. You followed the Miyagi-Do’s back to the locker room, all of you changing back into your street clothes before grabbing your gear and making your way back to the hotel. You noticed that your whole journey through the building, you hadn’t caught sight of Axel the whole time, since you realised Kwon was dead.

“Looking for someone?” Sam asks, sidling up alongside you as you enter the hotel lobby, noticing how your eyes flicked around the room.

“What? No, I’m just… trying to process what happened.” You try to deflect, looking over at Sam as she smiles sympathetically.

“Nothing to do with Axel then?” She queries softly, not missing how you tensed up slightly at the mere mention of your boyfriend.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, trying to act casual as the two of you got into the elevator to head to your hotel room.

“I saw the way he helped you. He didn’t hesitate when he saw you on the floor. Is there something going on between the two of you?” Sam asks, her voice soft as she looks over at you while your grip tightens on the handle of your bag.

“I’ll explain when we’re in our room,” you say quietly as the elevator doors open, allowing you to get off and make your way to your hotel room with Sam in tow. Once the door was closed and you were confident your conversation wouldn’t be overheard, you turned to Sam.

“This stays between us, okay? Dad and Robby can’t know, at least until I’m ready.” You start, pacing anxiously as Sam perches on the end of her bed, her eyes following you as you move.

“I won’t tell a soul,” Sam promises, patting the space beside her to encourage you to sit down, which you do, anxiously fidgeting with your hands.

“Okay, the first day of the competition, when I was getting ready to leave and I saw Axel training with his sensei but… Wolf really doesn’t treat him well. I wanted to step in but I could’ve hurt Axel more by doing that. And later that night I bumped into Axel by the vending machine and we got to talking. I offered him a listening ear if he needed it and we met up in secret quite a few times and I kinda fell for him and clearly he felt the same way because… yeah. We were going to keep it a secret until the competition was over. I didn’t want him getting in trouble with his sensei.” You explain, your heart pounding so loud it was all you hear, terrified of what Sam might say.

“I can understand why you both kept it a secret. The last thing we needed was Johnny trying to pick a fight with Axel over it,” Sam says, making you laugh slightly at the mental image of your dad trying to fight Axel.

“I’m really worried about Axel, Sam. He disappeared after everything that happened with Kwon.” You manage to say as Sam reaches out to squeeze your hand softly, understanding your worry.

“I’m sure he’s okay. A lot happened today,” Sam says assuringly, doing her best to comfort you.

“I was so scared. I heard that cry and I was terrified it was Axel.” You whisper, tears welling in your eyes as you relive the moment you heard Kwon’s cry of pain. At the sight of your tears, Sam tugs you into a hug, holding you close.

“Just breathe, okay? I’m sure you’ll be able to see him before we leave,” Sam says, hugging you tightly as you wrap your arms around her middle, embracing the comfort your best friend gave you. Before you can say anything in response, you hear a clear knock on the door, making you move away from Sam’s embrace.

“Girls? Can I come in?” You hear Daniel ask, making Sam get up from where she was sitting, crossing to the door while you wipe your eyes furiously.

“Come in, Dad,” Sam says, welcoming her dad into the room as he enters, moving to sit down on the bed opposite you as Sam eases herself down alongside you.

“Are you both doing okay?” Daniel starts, glancing between you and Sam as you both nod slightly.

“As good as we can be, I guess.” You shrug, watching as Daniel nods, the movement so small it almost isn’t visible.

“As you know, the Sekai Taikai has been cancelled. We’ve been given an early flight home tomorrow so spend the rest of the day packing and preparing for the flight, okay? We need to be on the coach at five at the latest. Got that?” Daniel instructs as the two of you nod, taking in every instruction he gives you.

“We got it,” Sam says, a smile on her face as she and Daniel get to their feet, hugging briefly.

“I know today probably rattled you guys a little, so if you need someone to talk to, you can always talk to me, Johnny or Chozen. Or you can talk to each other. Just take it easy these next few days, okay?” Daniel says to you both, glancing between you and Sam before exiting your room. After a brief minute, Sam turns to look at you as you move to grab your suitcase.

“I’m going to check in with Miguel. I haven’t had a chance to speak to him since the fight. Do you want to come? Or I can send Robby over to hang out with you?” Sam says, offering different options to you as you shake your head, plastering a small smile on your face.

“No, don’t worry Robby. I’ll be okay. But if you somehow see Axel, could you tell him I’d like to speak with him? I just want to make sure he’s okay,” you say as Sam nods.

“Got it. If I see Axel I’ll send him your way,” Sam says with a joking salute, making you laugh and roll your eyes, briefly distracted from the worry clouding your mind. After Sam leaves the room, you focus on packing your bag, and playing music from your phone as you focus on the task at hand. When you’re halfway done with the packing, you hear the door open and Sam enters the room.

“How’s Miguel?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder as you fold a shirt before tucking it in your suitcase.

“He’s doing okay. I think he’s ready to go home. Same as everyone else.” Sam admits, grabbing her own suitcase to pack.

“Tell me about it. The sooner we’re home the better.” You agree with a nod. The two of you continue to pack while listening to the music coming through your phone. When you’re both packed, you put your suitcases back on the floor and notice the time, exiting your room and heading to the hotel restaurant to grab some dinner.

After you finished eating, you and Sam returned to your hotel room, wanting to get an early night to be ready for the early morning flight you had to catch. The two of you showered and changed into your pyjamas and got into bed, gossiping and scrolling through your phones to wind down after the events of the day and when you began to grow tired, you called it a night, flicking your lights off and settling down to sleep.

Sleep did not come easy for you. Every time you closed your eyes you saw the image of Kwon’s body sprawled out on the mat with the knife protruding from his chest as his lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling. And when you tried to shake that image away, Kwon was replaced with Axel. After several failed attempts to fall asleep, you sit up in bed, picking up your phone to check the time and biting back an angry sigh when you see 1:42 displayed across your lock screen. Despite knowing it was the opposite of a good idea, you pushed back the covers and tiptoed out of the hotel room after grabbing a hoodie, and your keycard and slipping some shoes on. Your feet guide you to the hotel room you knew Axel occupied. With Terry Silver owning the Iron Dragons, he had splashed out and ensured that each member of the Iron Dragons had their own individual hotel rooms so you knew there was no risk of disturbing anyone else as you lifted your hand to tenderly knock on the door.

“Axel?” You whisper, trying to maintain an acceptable level of volume for a hotel at one o’clock in the morning. You try knocking a couple more times when you’re met with no response.

“What are you doing?” You jump and whirl around at the sound of a voice coming from behind you, shocked to see your brother standing behind you with a raised eyebrow.

“I could ask you the same question.” You fire back, watching Robby carefully.

“You know this is Axel’s room, right?” Robby asks, gesturing to the door behind you as you nod, trying to remain as calm as possible.

“I know. We’ve become friends and I couldn’t sleep after what happened. I wanted to make sure he was okay,” you say, hoping Robby won’t pick up on your nervousness.

“You made friends with the Iron Dragons captain? You never talked about it.” Robby queries, suspicion riddling his tone as he folds his arms across his chest.

“I don’t need to tell you everything, Robby,” you say quickly, wishing your brother wasn’t so pushy.

“You’re right. You don’t need to. But I can tell you that Axel left earlier. All the Iron Dragons did. They must’ve had a late flight,” Robby says, shrugging his shoulders slightly at the explanation, as your eyebrows furrowed.

“They left? And you’re positive you saw them leave?” You ask, watching as Robby nods.

“They had all their gear as they headed out. It’s the only explanation.” Robby elaborates as you curse under your breath, pulling your phone out of your pocket and scrambling to send a text to Axel.

“Okay seriously, is there something going on between you and Axel? You’re acting weird,” Robby asks, concerned as you hit send on the text before looking back up at Robby.

“If I tell you I need you to promise me that you won’t tell Dad or Miguel,” you say, watching as Robby furrows his eyebrows while unfolding his arms.

“I promise. This stays between us,” Robby says softly, holding his pinkie finger out, reminding you of all the times in your childhood when you and Robby had made pinkie promises. You reach out and interlock your pinkie with his, shaking your hands once before unhooking your fingers.

“Axel and I are dating. Obviously, it’s only been a few days but after what happened I’m worried about him and just wanted to make sure he’s okay.” You explain, not missing how Robby’s eyes widened briefly at the news.

“I can’t say I was expecting those to be the words out of your mouth. But if you like him and he likes you I don’t want to get in the way, even if he did kick the crap out of me during our match,” Robby says with a light laugh, getting you to finally loosen up.

“It was really hard watching you both. I wanted both of you to make it to the finals,” you say quietly, wishing Robby could’ve fought someone else in his semi-final match.

“That’s the luck of the draw. I gotta hand it to him, Axel is a machine,” Robby says with a smile, giving you evidence that he held no ill will towards Axel despite the split lip he was now sporting as a result of his fight with Axel.

“I told you why I was out here. Why are you?” You decide to change the subject, curious as to why your brother was also roaming the hotel halls.

“I was checking in on Tory. Just wanted to make sure she was okay,” Robby says with a light shrug.

“And is she okay?” You enquire, knowing that since Tory had been on Cobra Kai, she might’ve taken the loss of Kwon harder than anyone else.

“She says she’s okay. She said she wasn’t really close with Kwon but I still think that was enough to shake anyone,” Robby says, recalling his conversation with Tory.

“She’s tough. And she’s got you by her side. She’ll be okay,” you say assuringly, moving to hug Robby as he holds you back.

“Thank you y/n/n. Axel’s lucky to have you. I’m sure he’ll contact you whenever he’s able to,” Robby says as you nod against his shoulder.

“Thank you, Robby,” you whisper, holding tight to your brother.

“I’ve got your back. Always,” Robby says softly as he squeezes you a little tighter before releasing you.

“We should probably head to bed. We have to be up in a few hours anyway.” Robby then says, glancing at his phone as you nod.

“You’re right. Good night, Robby,” you say with a small smile before making your way back to your room, sneaking in and settling into bed, hoping to catch a couple of hours of sleep.

A few hours later, you were awoken by the sound of your alarm and you pushed the covers back, groaning at the blaring alarm as you flailed to turn it off.

“Rise and shine,” Sam says, sitting up and stretching as you toss a pillow at her.

“Rise and shine my ass it’s four in the morning,” you grumble, sitting up as Sam flicks the light on. You both get up, taking turns to use the bathroom before getting changed and doing one final check to ensure you have everything packed before making your way down to the hotel lobby with your bags and meeting up with the other Miyagi-Do’s and Tory who, since she was the only American student of Cobra Kai, was given the same flight home as you.

It didn’t take long for Daniel, Johnny, and Chozen to make their way to the lobby after you all arrived, and soon you were loaded on a coach to the airport to begin your journey home. As you waited in the airport for the flight, you found yourself constantly checking your phone, hoping that somehow Axel would respond to your text. The flight felt like it took forever, and no amount of in-flight entertainment was able to take your mind off your boyfriend who was now on the other side of the world on a whole other continent.

When you landed, you, Robby, Johnny, and Miguel were greeted by Carmen and Rosa, both of them welcoming you back with hugs as they fussed over the bruises and cuts you were now all sporting as a result of the brawl. And the six of you made your way home to recover from the events of the Sekai Taikai.

This has brought you to now, almost three weeks since the Sekai Taikai. You had been going strong with Axel since you both made it home after he eventually texted you back, messaging when you could and calling whenever your two time zones allowed. You had opened up to your dad, Miguel, Carmen, and Rosa about your relationship with Axel and while Johnny wanted to kick his ass at first, he soon settled down when you explained how happy Axel made you although you could tell he wasn’t a hundred percent on board.

One day, while you were sitting in your room texting Axel, both Robby and Miguel entered your room, grinning as they sat on the end of your bed.

“You guys know what knocking is, right? I could’ve been getting changed for all you know,” you say, raising an eyebrow as you glance at the two.

“You’ve been hiding away so much. Why don’t you come out with us?” Robby asks, laying back on your bed and staring up at the ceiling.

“Are you missing Axel?” Miguel asks teasingly, lightly poking your knee as he waggles his eyebrows, laughing as you roll your eyes. Miguel had been having way too much fun stepping into a brother role when you found out your dad was dating his mom. And now that they were expecting a baby girl, your bond had only grown stronger.

“Look, not all of us have the luxury of getting to see our partners whenever we want. Sam and Tory live in the Valley. Axel lives on a whole other continent,” you say, your attention drifting back to your phone as you hurriedly type out a response to the new text from Axel.

“Surely we could fly him over, right? The Sekai Taikai is cancelled so it’s not like we have training or any reason to say no,” Robby says, propping himself up on his elbows to look over at you.

“I’m sure Dad would have a million and one reasons to say no,” you say, imagining your dad’s reaction to such a suggestion.

“And my mom would have a million and one reasons to say yes. She’s got your back and so do we. And Yaya too,” Miguel says, both he and Robby smiling at you as your gaze flicks between them.

“You’d really help me out with this?” You ask, curious as to whether they had any ulterior motives behind their actions.

“Why wouldn’t we? You’re clearly missing him,” Miguel says as Robby nods.

“And, you helped us to make up after the whole ‘me joining Cobra Kai’ thing,” Robby adds with a slight laugh, all of you remembering how you’d been the one trying to build the bridge between Robby and Miguel after Robby left Cobra Kai.

“Mom and Sensei have just got home from their hospital appointment so I think now is a good time as any to speak to everyone about it,” Miguel says, getting to his feet with Robby following suit, both of them encouraging you to get to your feet and follow them to the living room where Carmen, Rosa, and Johnny were all sitting on the sofa watching tv.

“Hey, you three. Not up to trouble are you?” Carmen asks, a smile on her face as you all smile at her joke.

“Us? Never.” Robby jokes, slinging an arm around yours and Miguel’s shoulders.

“You look like you have a question to ask.” Carmen then says, noting your expressions and glancing between each of you as Robby drops his hands to his sides.

“I’ve been missing Axel a lot the last few weeks and I was thinking of paying for him to fly out here,” you say, fiddling with your hands as you speak, trying to channel your nervous energy into something.

“No.”

“That’s a lovely idea.”

Your dad and Carmen speak in tandem, giving each other shocked looks at the other’s answer to your sentence.

“Johnny, what’s so wrong about her inviting her boyfriend over to visit for a little while?” Carmen asks, watching as Johnny shakes his head.

“Firstly, he’s the one who kicked the crap out of Robby.”

“Dad, that was a fair fight. He’s really-”

“Secondly, his sensei is the steak stealer who kicked the crap out of me and LaRusso.”

“Come on, his sensei’s actions aren’t his.”

The room explodes into heated discussion as Carmen, Robby, and Miguel defend the idea of Axel visiting while Johnny fights his own corner.

“Look where would he even stay?” Johnny says, leaning back against the couch as he opens a beer.

“I’ll pay for him to have a hotel room nearby.” You shrug.

“No, y/n, he can stay here,” Carmen says, looking over at you with a soft smile.

“Okay, he can take my room and I’ll sleep on the couch.” You amend your statement, smiling gratefully at Carmen.

“Sweetie, you’ve got enough room for you and Axel to both share your room. You’re old enough to make these choices for yourself and I know we can trust you both to be responsible.” Carmen says, looking pointedly over at Johnny, almost daring him to challenge her.

“Besides, it would be very hypocritical of us not to let Axel stay when Tory and Sam have spent multiple nights here.” Carmen then adds, watching as Johnny clenches his jaw, sighing before taking a swig of his beer.

“Fine, but if there’s any funny business his ass is out on the street, got it?” Johnny warns, pointing a finger at you as you nod fervently at his words, showing him that you are taking him completely seriously.

“Thank you,” you say, rushing over to hug your dad and Carmen, grateful they were letting you invite your boyfriend over for a few days. After hugging Carmen and Johnny, you rushed back to your room with Miguel and Robby in tow, all three of you grabbing your laptops and sitting on your bed to look at flights as you texted Axel to let him know the news.

After some careful planning between you, Robby, Miguel, and Axel, you were able to book him a flight out to LA, and you couldn’t help the amount of excitement you were feeling at the confirmation that Axel was going to be spending a whole week with you in LA.

On the morning of the day Axel’s flight was due to land after twelve hours in the air, you were practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, counting down the minutes until Axel’s flight landed. But despite your excitement, you knew you needed to lay down some ground rules with your family to make sure Axel felt comfortable during his visit. Carmen had been taking your every word as gospel, making sure both she and Miguel translated the instructions to Rosa so she could better understand what you were saying. However, Johnny was not as engaged in the conversation, sipping from a beer and rolling his eyes.

“Okay, we get it. Don’t mention the asshole sensei.” Your dad says as you fold your arms across your chest. You hadn’t told your family about the abuse Axel had been dealing with at the hands of Wolf because you knew it wasn’t your secret to share. But you didn’t want anyone bringing up Wolf while Axel was visiting and potentially making him uncomfortable.

“Look, Axel is more than the guy on the mat you saw during the Sekai Taikai, just give him a fair shot.” You plead, watching your dad as he nods.

“My warning still stands. If he pisses anyone off he’s out of here.” Johnny warns, pointing at you while you roll your eyes with a light laugh.

“I promise he’ll be on his best behaviour.” You assure, finally getting a smile from your dad as he crosses to you to ruffle your hair, making you swat at his hand with faux irritation as your phone begins to buzz.

“And that’s my cue to head to the airport. Axel’s flight is landing soon so I need to head out. I’ll see you guys in a bit,” you say, grabbing your keys and heading out of the apartment, getting into your car and driving to the correct terminal, finding a place to park and heading to the arrivals area. You tried your best not to constantly check your phone to see if his plane had landed but the urge to check was too strong. And when you finally got the message from Axel saying his plane had landed you couldn’t help but grin at your phone, texting him back that you were waiting in arrivals once he came through. As people slowly started to trickle through the doors, eyes searching for their loved ones as they scanned the group of gathered people, you kept looking for Axel, waiting for the moment he walked into the room. The moment you saw him, you lit up, he was focused on his phone, his expression set as he wheeled his suitcase alongside him.

“Axel!” You call out, getting Axel’s attention as he looks up from his phone, breaking out into a smile as he shoves his phone into his pocket and strides across to you. The moment you came together, Axel immediately gathered you into his arms as your lips met his, neither one of you wanting the moment to end.

“Hi.” Axel breathes as the two of you pull apart, your lips only millimetres apart.

“Hi,” you respond, both of your smiles wide at getting to see each other again.

“I’ve missed you,” Axel mutters, pulling you in for another kiss.

“I missed you too,” you reply after pulling away, your hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Come on. Let’s get you and your stuff back to my place,” you then say, moving to grab Axel’s suitcase as he scoops the two bouquets of flowers off the top of his suitcase, holding them in one hand.

“I got these for you. These ones are for your family.” Axel says, holding one of the bouquets out towards you with a shy smile.

“Axel, you’re so sweet,” you gush, taking the flowers from his outstretched hand and smelling them before reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek in thanks. You then lead Axel to your car, opening the trunk and as you move to lift his suitcase into the trunk, Axel stops you quickly.

“I got it.” He says with a smile, lifting the suitcase effortlessly with one hand and loading it into the trunk and closing the door.

“Alright, show-off,” you tease, handing Axel the bouquet to hold while you get behind the wheel. You drive back to your place, taking the slightly more scenic route to show Axel some sights of LA. Each time you managed to glance at Axel, it took your breath away. The sun caught his skin perfectly, his hair ruffling in the wind that blew through the open window, and the sunglasses he wore framed his face beautifully. Although they concealed his eyes, you could tell they were bright with happiness just from the smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Axel’s finger tapped against his thigh as he quietly hummed to the music on the radio while glancing at the sights around him. It was a brief moment in time that made you realise how lucky you were. No one else got to see this side of Axel, and you hoped to show your friends and family that Axel was so much more than the Iron Dragons captain they saw on the mat at the Sekai Taikai.

When you parked the car, you were once again beaten to the trunk by Axel as he handed you your bouquet of flowers with a grin.

“You can carry these.” He says, using his free hand to tuck his sunglasses into his hoodie pocket. As Axel grabs his suitcase handle, slinging his backpack onto his back and picking up the bouquet of flowers he’d bought for your family, you lock your car and once he’s ready, lead him to your apartment, unlocking the door and walking in with a smile.

“Hey everyone, I’m back,” you say, grinning as Axel trails behind you. Everyone’s attention shifts to you as Robby and Miguel rush out from their rooms.

“You must be Axel; we’ve heard so much about you,” Carmen says, rising to her feet and walking over to where you and Axel are standing.

“You must be Carmen, y/n has told me a lot about you. Here, these are for you.” Axel says, holding the other bouquet of flowers out towards Carmen who takes them graciously.

“That’s so sweet, you didn’t need to do that.” Carmen gushes, admiring the flowers as Rosa crosses to you while you hand your bouquet of flowers to Carmen so she could put the beautiful arrangements into vases.

“Axel, this is Rosa. She’s Carmen’s mom.” You introduce Rosa to Axel, smiling as they interact.

“Es muy guapo,” Rosa mutters to you as you nod your head in agreement.

“I know,” you gush, glancing over at Axel and noticing a pink tinge painted across his cheeks.

“Gracias,” Axel replies with a shy smile, making both you and Rosa exchange a shocked look.

“You know Spanish?” Carmen asks.

“I travel a lot for tournaments. It is useful to know the language of the country I am visiting.” Axel says with a shrug, downplaying his statement.

“Axel, you know my brother, Robby. And Miguel,” you say, pointing out Robby and Miguel as they creep closer, smiling at Axel.

“Hey man,” Robby says, holding out his fist for a fist bump which Axel does.

“It’s nice to see you again, this time not as opponents,” Miguel says with a smile, giving Axel a fist bump, too.

“And that’s my dad, Johnny,” you then say, pointing out your dad, watching as he shoots Axel a half-hearted wave from his seat.

“Your father is your sensei?” Axel asks, remembering seeing Johnny at the Sekai Taikai.

“Yeah, he’s one of them,” you say with a light laugh.

“And because of her old man, she’ll know how to kick your ass if you break her heart,” Johnny calls over to you and Axel.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you say quickly, knowing that you could never hurt Axel, even if he broke your heart beyond repair.

“Fine. I’d kick your ass for her.” Johnny then says, pointing directly at Axel who nods.

“I don’t plan on breaking her heart,” Axel says, interlocking your fingers with his as you smile up at him.

“You two are so sweet. I’m so happy for you y/n.” Carmen gushes, crossing to give you a hug, which you accept, mindful of her baby belly.

“Thank you, Carmen,” you whisper gratefully, thankful for her presence in your life. In her relationship with your dad, Carmen quickly became another maternal figure in your life. She never tried to replace your mom, which you appreciated wholeheartedly, but she took you under her wing and cared for you and Robby the way she cared for Miguel.

“You guys have any plans for the rest of the day?” Miguel asks, glancing over at you as you nod.

“We were gonna go to Golf n’ Stuff, hang out there for a while,” you say, explaining the plans you had made with Axel prior to his arrival. You had wanted to go out for a nice dinner date at some point during Axel’s stay, but you figured you’d not do it straight away to allow for Axel to overcome any potential jetlag he might have.

“That sounds fun. Have a good time, guys.” Robby says with a smile.

“Thanks Robby.” You grin, exchanging your secret handshake with Robby before you take Axel’s suitcase and lead him to your room to get him settled in before you head back out again.

“Sorry, this isn’t much,” you say apologetically, tucking Axel’s suitcase aside as you turn to face him.

“It’s perfect,” Axel says, admiring the room. Growing up, he hadn’t had the freedom to decorate a room to his liking. He’d had nothing more than blank walls and a plain bed in his room. He didn’t care about the size of the room because he got to see your personality through the decorations, the small fairy lights that hung above your bed, the pictures of you and your loved ones framed and standing on various desks and shelves. Axel found himself drawn to a picture on your desk. It was one of you and Robby from when you were younger, both of you smiling as you embraced. Axel couldn’t help but feel the corner of his lips twitch up into a small smile as he admired the picture, even years down the line, your smile looked the same.

“I think that’s from our sixth birthday.” You muse softly, moving to stand alongside Axel, regarding the photo with a small smile. It was a time before your mom’s addictions got too bad. She had always tried her best with you and Robby but her addictions had often gotten the better of her, and it had always broken your heart to see her go through all that. You were so unbelievably proud of where she was today after going through rehab and making a better life for herself.

“You were cute,” Axel whispers gently, his gaze fixed on the picture as he speaks.

“Were?” You question teasingly, raising an eyebrow as Axel turns to look at you.

“You still are,” Axel says, his hands moving to rest on your hips as he dips to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“You’re the cute one.” You respond playfully, kissing Axel once again.

“Are you two done? I thought you were heading out?” You both leap apart at the sound of Robby’s voice, seeing him leaning against the doorframe with a raised eyebrow.

“Geez Robby. You couldn’t just walk past?” You ask, glaring at your brother as he chuckles.

“The door was wide open, y/n/n.” Robby retorts.

“I ignore it when you and Tory have a makeout session in the house,” you say with the roll of your eyes, folding your arms across your chest.

“Yeah… but you gave me the perfect opportunity to tease you,” Robby says, shrugging his shoulders unapologetically.

“I’ll get you back at some point,” you say, pointing at Robby as a laugh escapes your lips, accepting the challenge he’s set up.

“Bring it on,” Robby says cockily, eerily reminding you of Johnny.

“It’ll happen when you least expect it. Now, we’re going to head out. I’ll see you later,” you say, taking Axel’s hand and leading him out of the apartment. You both get into the car and you drive to Golf n’ Stuff, excited to show Axel the familiar hang out spot you and your friends often frequented. You paid for you and Axel to have a go around the mini-gold course, playfully competing against each other as you make your way around the course. It was nice to see Axel let loose and have fun. You knew he spent most of his free time training with Sensei Wolf back home. You loved watching Axel celebrate every time he completed one of the courses, he turned to you with the biggest smile as you crossed to him, giving him a kiss in celebration.

After you finished making your way around the courses, you got ice cream and ate it while watching the sun complete its descent and the stars begin to shine in the sky. After finishing your ice cream, you wind your arms around Axel’s middle, shuffling closer into his embrace as you both watch the stars quietly. You remain on the bench for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company until you hear a small yawn slip past Axel’s lips.

“We should head home. You’re probably exhausted,” you say, detangling yourself from Axel’s arms and digging in your pockets for your car keys, making your way to the parking lot and locating your car.

The drive back to the apartment was quiet. You could tell Axel was ready to fall asleep, so you made your way back home as quickly as possible so Axel could get the rest he needed after a long day of travelling.

When you make it back home, you and Axel head straight to your room and take it in turns heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Once you were both ready, you clambered into the bed, and you instantly curled into Axel’s side as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Goodnight ljubav,” Axel whispers, his lips pressing against the top of your head to give you a delicate kiss.

“Goodnight, Axel,” you reply softly, shifting to rest your head on Axel’s chest, allowing your eyes to close as you fall asleep to the sound of Axel’s steady heartbeat.

In the middle of the night, you stir, furrowing your eyebrows as you open your eyes, finding Axel sat upright, his back facing you.

“Axel, are you okay?” You ask quietly, propping yourself up on your elbow as Axel glances over his shoulder to look at you.

“You should be sleeping,” Axel mutters, his gaze never once focusing on you before he turns away again.

“And so should you,” you retort softly, sitting up. When Axel doesn’t react, you move to rest a hand on his shoulder, suddenly gaining his attention as he once again looks over his shoulder at you.

“It’s just jetlag. I’ll get tired soon,” Axel says weakly, his shaky exhale telling you otherwise.

“You sound like something’s shaken you up. Are you sure you’re okay?” You query, moving to sit alongside Axel. The innocence in your voice and the concern written across your face made Axel want to tear down the walls he’d spent years of his life building to protect himself and others from his emotions.

“It’s not anything to do with the Sekai Taikai, is it?” Your question made Axel tense up, giving you the answer.

“I can’t stop thinking of that day,” Axel mutters through gritted teeth, his hands forming fists where they rested on his legs.

“Axel…” you try, your brain scrambling to think of something to say to comfort Axel.

“I didn’t know he had the knife,” Axel whispers, his quiet, weak voice shattering your heart in a way you didn’t think was possible.

“Come here,” you say, moving to sit up against your pillows, gesturing for Axel to lie down alongside you. You bring Axel into your arms as he lies down, settling his head on your stomach as you move to run your hand through his hair. Axel usually kept his hair perfectly styled, but after just a few hours of sleep, it was lying limply against his forehead before you gently brushed it away from his face.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Axel mumbles, his voice muffled by your shirt as you continue to card your fingers through his hair.

“I know you didn’t. No one blames you for what happened. You didn’t know he had the knife so how could you be to blame?” You whisper, holding Axel as close as humanly possible, wishing you could take the pain away from him.

“I should’ve seen it. I could’ve disarmed him.”

“There was too much going on. I don’t think anyone could’ve seen it. Axel, you are not to blame for what happened to Kwon. It was a freak accident. If anyone’s to blame, it’s the idiot who brought the knife into the brawl. I don’t even know where it came from but some idiot must’ve brought it into the fight for Kwon to get it. But my point is that you can’t be blamed for this. And if anyone treats you differently because of it, they’ll be answering to me,” you say firmly, moving to press a soft kiss to the top of Axel’s head.

“Maybe I am just a monster.” Axel’s small whisper was supposed to be unheard by you, but the silence in your room made his words ring as clearly as a bell in your ears.

“You are not a monster. I don’t care what anyone else says. No one should be calling you a monster or making you feel less than what you are. You’re an amazing person, Axel. Not enough people get to see that, but you’re so important and you shouldn’t let anyone make you feel like you’re nothing, or a monster because that’s not true. You’re my everything,” you say, your words finally getting Axel to look up at you, his eyes glassy with unfallen tears that he refuses to let past their defences.

“Why don’t you try to get some more sleep? If you need me, don’t be afraid to wake me up, okay?” You whisper, continue to smooth Axel’s hair back from his face as he curls closer to you.

“I love you,” Axel says softly as your arms tighten around him ever so slightly.

“I love you too,” you respond, pressing the softest of kisses to the top of Axel’s head as his eyes slowly close.

You remain awake for some time, running your hand through Axel’s hair soothingly as you wait for him to fall asleep. Once his breathing evened out and he had completely relaxed in your embrace, you watched him quietly, admiring how the light coming in through your window framed his face. He looked completely at ease and content, curled up in your arms and that was all you wanted. You wanted Axel to be happy and feel safe. And you were going to protect him with everything you had. It didn’t matter if you were protecting him from people who looked at him the wrong way in the aftermath of the Sekai Taikai, or if you had to protect him from his dreaded Sensei Wolf. Axel was worth everything to you, and you’d move heaven and earth just to keep a smile on his face.

[omgitskaii]

ive had this sitting in my drafts for ages, and they’ve really been starting to pmo now… sorry some of these are a bit self indulgent or niche, but i hope you like at least one or three ! may be my last around of hcs for these boys for awhile :)

dean does not watch sports and actually has no idea what’s going on anytime someone puts a game on. sam does though, college kids had nothing else to do but study, drink beer, and watch sports. he sometimes makes stuff up to fuck with dean

sam and dean still have charlie’s phone when she died. it’s on silent, and the boys (mostly dean) will text it sometimes whenever they miss her. most of the messages are apologies.

sam still visits jess’ grave on the anniversary of her death. he takes eileen once or twice too, because she asked.

sam doesn’t know how to cook for shit. anytime he wants to make something, he has to put on a step by step youtube tutorial video. he refuses to ask for deans help.

there’s a small amount of grace left over in the handprint on deans shoulder

whenever deans comfortable and feels safe, he can conk out anywhere. he’s fallen asleep at the table, in the middle of cooking, and has once or twice fallen asleep on sam and cas. sam was concerned at first, but now he has just accepted it and dean has designated nap times throughout the week.

sam is into wicca practise. he burns incense and sage and keeps crystals lying around the bunker, he’s slipped a few into the glove compartment of the impala

dean teases and complains, but he actually likes doing chores. it’s something that makes him feel “normal” and he likes using his hands and working.

cas and dean are soul-bound.

dean has read the bible through multiple times throughout his life (mostly at low points, and he’s had a lot,) to the point where he has memorized some passages. he’s not much for faith, but he has gone to church once or twice recently when jack became god

cas finds dean reciting passages of the bible exhilarating.

cas has multiple parenting books littered around the bunker that he sometimes flips through

sam hates cats and is strictly a dog person

cas’ eyes reflect in the dark, like how cats/most nocturnal animals do.

anytime he prays, all deans prayers go exclusively to cas without thinking. he actually prays more than he ever texts or calls cas, like it’s as easy as breathing. cas never mentions how intimate it really is for him to do this. he always listens to them

the air around cas changes whenever he’s in a room. it’s subtle, like the feeling you get when your hair stands on end, like you can tell that he’s not entirely human. normal people chalk it up to vibes or cas being intimidating or offputting. it’s not something he does on purpose

cas smells like ozone and rain.

everyone can tell what kind of mood dean is in based on the mug he grabs from the cabinet for his morning coffee

sam cant stand in crowded or stuffy places for too long or he’ll panic

john has gotten physical, but dean has always been there to take the brunt of it. because sam was the favourite, and dean believed and wanted sammy to live some semblance of a normal life as best he could. everything dean has endured has always been for sammy.

sam has this complicated relation with killing where he’s fine hunting monsters, but refuses to kill animals. he remembers as a kid bobby took them out hunting once—actually hunting, not with monsters—and when told to shoot at a squirrel, he couldn’t do it. dean shot it instead and claimed sammy did it. this is also one of the reasons he’s moved to a more vegetarian/vegan lifestyle.

sam had an emo phase as a kid. he grew out of it, but not the music; he’ll go back to listen to some emo/punk songs when he’s in a good mood. dean bullies him ruthlessly when he hears it.

deans fight-or-flight kicks in whenever someone drums their fingers or hands on the table, it takes him back to when michael would bang on the doors in his mind. he is still learning to quietly asks people to stop

sam has built up a high pain tolerance from his time in the cage but has become hyper-aware and sensitive to the lightest touches, like someone touching his hair or breathing on the back of his neck.

anytime a spell component requires blood, dean will always do it unless it’s specific. he still considers himself a weapon or catalyst, and it’s been ingrained in him to always give and give and give himself for others.

when they were kids, dean used to steal formula and food for sam when they were younger and sam knows this. now, sam will almost always go out for groceries. it’s sort of his silent way of returning the favour for dean.

dean stays up late on purpose just to talk to cas, it’s really the only point in a day they get quality time together just talking. eventually though, dean falls asleep; cas is always there in the morning.

sam, dean, and cas all enjoy watching trashy reality television shows... dean and cas like watching say yes to the dress and they both always seem to have opposite reactions ("i think the bride looks lovely in that dress. why is the mother-in-law being so critical?" "seriously, cas? that dress looks like some old ladies curtain. no way in hell is she walking down the aisle in that.") and sam and dean really enjoy watching ghost hunters, just to make fun of them.

dean’s a neat freak when it comes to his own room, borderline ocd, and sam is organized but messy, a combination of cleanliness only an ex-college student could have.

cas can make his wings corporal, but everytime he does this it takes a lot of concentration, and it becomes a bit more difficult to put them back into the aether each time. it’s also considered vulnerable/intimate for an angel to do this, or sometimes even painful to constrain their true form to simple shapes.

deans love language is acts of service, cas’ is words of affirmation, and sams is quality time.

prayers have a sound to them. when either one of the boys pray to cas, they have their own distinct tone that cas has come to recognize. sam’s is high pitched, like a clinking of a glass; he found it annoying at first, but sam’s prayers mellowed out into something similar to wind chimes. deans is a low sound, strong and comforting, akin to tires rolling over gravel and pops like crackling fire at its strongest.

cas makes it a daily ritual for dean to ask for at least one thing everyday; because dean always gives, and never takes. it’s usually little things, where dean will go to make coffee for him and cas and will sometimes get stopped on his way to the coffeemaker, and cas will just shoot him a look. cas waits until dean asks him to make him a coffee. sometime’s dean gets more vulnerable and asks for affection or quality time watching movies; he’s learning that he can have these things.

dean and claire text often, and there’s been multiple occasions that deans stayed up late on the phone with claire helping her out on her own cases with lore, experience, or a pep talk. there has also been times where deans driven out to help her. he will always make time for her.

jody, donna, and the girls invite tfw up to jody’s house for dinners every month or two when they all have time.

sam is a nerd in the sense that he knows a random facts about everything, but dean is a nerd in the sense he knows movies and comics. and cas is a nerd in the sense that he knows everything… literally.

dean and sam know basic sign language and learned it through eileen. sam is pissed that dean picked it up faster than him.

you can look at my other hc lists under #spn hcs !!

[mistythewizard]

A practise comic I made for my giggs phasmo au Spirits of the Shores.

Gem and Grian go fishing sometimes when they’re not hunting ghosts.