#rachael dare

[muiltifandomnerd]

Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth.

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, This fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Prologue

Gaia PoV

AGH I can't believe it; how can I be defeated by those demigods? I should have waited to regain my full power. These demigods are foolish enough to think that these burns can destroy me. I am the Earth itself, I will be back.

Just as I keep thinking to myself, suddenly a man came up with the shadows inside my consciousness. He has shoulder-length black hair, eyes that have no pupils, wears a black suit, his skin is pure black, and he wears a mischievous smile.

"Long time no see, dear sister.  I know that you brainwash my dear wife and brother to go after little kids and then you have the nerve to kidnap my son Thanatos. You foolishly think that you can get away from this. What happened to you sis, I thought your main goal in life was to protect those that live under you, but now you become someone you hate. No matter I will have my vengeance on you for hurting my family. I will seal you into a pure-hearted demigod, a demigod who doesn't have a malicious bone in her body, a child of Demeter if you will. Btw I brought our eldest sibling with us” The shadowed man says, or should I say my troublesome elder brother, Erebus. Right next to Erebus is a teenage girl with long red hair, green eyes, freckles across her nose, white pants, and a blue t-shirt with paint strains all around it.

"Hello Gaia, it's me Ananke and Chrones, but my mortal friends just call me Rachael, Rachael Elizabeth Dare. Now you be wondering is how I can be two primordials, you can say I'm a fusion, anyway, that's not what is important. I'm going to help my dear brother Erebus to punish you for what you did to mortals and for brainwashing our siblings to do your bidding. To be honest, you had it coming for hurting innocents and for being a bitch for the past millennia, hopefully, you can behave with the demigod that we will seal you in. Goodbye, sister." Ananke, or Rachael as she would prefer, helped Erebus chant in the old language of the primordials and I can feel my essence scattered to the air, all across Earth, and I was put in some type of coma by Erebus's spell. Erebus has always been a meddlesome brother, I can’t believe that Erebus and ‘Rachael’ managed to get into my consciousness and cast this sealing spell on me, I have underestimated them and now I will be stuck with an evil, conniving demigod. I will come back from this humiliation.

Erebus PoV

Gaia has it coming for a long time, but for now I will save Nyx and Tartarus from her manipulation.

“Go save our siblings Erebus, in the meantime I will still disguise myself as a camp oracle. I will make sure those pesky Olympians will lose their power in the future and that there will be better leaders that will end the cycle." Rachael says in a neutral tone, I guess our eldest siblings have a soft spot for mortals after all.

“You know I was just about to do that eldest sibling; it is strange how both of you guys decide to fuse and then disguise as mortals, but I’m not going to judge you. See you in a couple of years” I say in a carefree tone, and I waved to our eldest sibling. My physical form has become like a shadow, and I feel my essence shadow traveling to the realm of Tartarus.

I saw my brother Tartarus, under the spell of Gaia, about the strike the killing blow to his giant son Damasen, but then I use my shadow body to cover my brother's body to contain him. I can feel Tartarus trying to struggle to get away from my body, but I managed to draw a rune on his body that puts him to sleep and can break Gaia's spell. I let go of Tartarus' body once the rune took effect. The giant, Damasen is shocked at how I managed to knock Tartarus out. I notice the titan, Iapetus, has grievous injuries around his body and I manage to heal the titan with my shadows.

“Why did you help us?” The giant asked with uncertainty.

“Well, I never expected to see you here as well Damasen, did you join your brothers to wage war because the last time I saw you, you were working at the farmer. Anyway, I came back to help my brother and wife to be free of your mother's brainwashing. You just happen to be on my way to my wife, and I decided to heal Iapetus because he was the underworld janitor and can't have Hade's janitor to be in bad condition since he was the only one who was brave enough to clean after Cerberus. Plus, it's hilarious that the piercer has a new identity that goes by the name of Bob. It's ironic how Iapetus ruled the underworld before it was given to Hades. Well anyway, you, your half-brother, and your father should rest. I'm going to deal with my lovely wife and make sure my kids are alright, can't believe your mom kidnapped my son and put his doors in Tartarus. Your mother is such a pain Damasen, btw he brainwashes your father and my wife for her stupid scheme to help your brothers to overthrow Olympus. See you later” I explained in a cheery tone as I walked toward my home, The Mansion of Night.

“How did my mother brainwash my father? he’s the pit, well it doesn’t matter. Uncle Erebus will you help Iapetsus and I to get out of this realm” Damasen shouted in a loud voice.

"I will help you nephew, but first let me save my wife quickly. You will need your father's permission to leave first since it is his realm, which he gladly will. I know it's hard to believe that he loves you and your sibling, but he wants you and your siblings to be happy. Tartarus was so happy that he was impregnated with you and your sibling. It was so hard to let your mom take you from him but he understands that he's a bad environment to raise you a lot, he trusted Gaia to not turn you and your sibling to become her weapons against Olympus. I will be honest, I don't care for Olympus at all, the only Olympian I care for is my boy Hades, really wanted to adopt that guy. Your father tries to stop Gaia from waging war, but you know how your momma is a sneaky girl, she stole my spell book so she can brainwash your father and other primordial to do her bidding. Anyway, you should talk to your father for closure. Now I must leave." As I walked toward the Mansion of Night.

"WAIT, YOU TELLING ME THAT TARTARUS IS MY MOTHER AND GAIA IS MY FATHER," Damasen shouted in horror.

"Tartarus will explain the truth once he is awake. Now please stop being noisy. While you were busy being loud, I put a force field way makes you undetectable to other monsters as you can see the shadow ring in your area. Now stay inside while I save my darling” I say as I pointed to the shadows surrounding us. I moved out the forcefield that I created, you think I will tell you how I do that, well my readers, A real magician doesn’t review his secrets, so figure it out yourself.

I got inside the Mansion and luckily my adorable kids didn’t detect me, I don’t want them to be involved with this mess. As I saw my beautiful Nyx laying on the couch, I decided to take my physical form and sneakily put the rune on her back.

“Who are you and you dare touch me, I’M THE NIGHT AND WHY DO I FEEL TIRED AT THE MOMENT” Nyx shouted as she fell asleep, this rune should help her break Gaia’s brainwashing spell and relaxes her. She deserves a break from all that stress, she looks so adorable sleeping.

Thanatos, Hypnos, Eris, Nemesis, some arai, Moros, Oizys, the Keres, Geras, and Charon started to appear with Nyx shout but then they just stopped and just tackled me to the ground and they have tears of happiness that their awesome dad has come back, despite their dark and depressive domains, they will forever be my adorable kittens, I’m the luckiest being alive. Pretty sure the Keres stabbed me out of affection with their scythes.

“Sorry kids, I’ve been gone for so long, your crazy aunty Gaia try to brainwash me to fight her war, but unfortunately, she was successful with your mom and uncle Tartarus. Well anyway I miss you guys and I got ice cream, we have to be quiet, so we don't wake your mommy. She's a hardworking woman, hopefully, she didn't try to hurt you guys while she was brainwashed." I said in an anxious tone, knowing Nyx, if she hurts any innocent being, she will be horrified by her actions. Nys is such a gentle kindhearted being, I'm so glad I married her. I'm the luckiest god alive to marry this wonderful goddess and have these awesome kids.

"Father, she usually just sleeps in her room a lot and usually shouts a lot. She does have huge headaches and just pushes us away for our protection. One time two demigods pretended to be tourists to trick her, I guess they were on some quest. It was a trick, but we played along since we were bored. Mother was fooled rather easily, I guess somehow the spell made her dumber. Mother is arguably the smartest being that I know, right next to you Father. Another time she confuses me with Eris whenever Eris tries to prank her. The spell has been messing with her a lot that she can't think clearly.”Nemesis explained in an emotionless tone, I can tell she is concerned with her mother's health, all of them are.

“Why are two demigods in the Mansion and Eris, have you been misbehaving and giving your mom a hard time," I said in a half-annoyed and half-amused tone.

"Yes Father, I pranked Mother at times, but I swear it was nothing serious. I will make it up to her I promised." Eris said in a remorseful tone, it is my daughter’s nature to cause strife, but as long it wasn’t serious then it is fine, but deep down I know that Eris is a loving daughter.  She’s just mischievous like her dear old dad.

“Well kitten, you can help make some good food for your mom. You guys want to have ice cream first, I got chocolate, mint chocolate chip, some cookies and cream, some vanilla, some yellow cake.” As I take out ice cream cartons, my kids were greedily consuming the ice reams with the spoons they created out of thin air.

"Hey Dad, I'm glad that you are back, but I worried for Mother. I wasn’t with her because Gaia kidnapped me and have her son, Alcyoneus, but luckily Percy Jackson, Hazel Levesque, and Frank Zhang free me from capture.” Thanatos says in a worried tone.

“I’m glad that the three demigods saved you, my son. Nyx And I never wanted you kids to deal with this dumb drama with your aunt and her bloodline, so we moved inside your uncle Tartarus. If I wasn't endlessly pursued by your aunt goon, I would have saved you myself Thanatos. I'm just glad you are ok." I say as I hug my son, It is good to be home.

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[splinter-sister]

Did he just......

[self-esteem-eater]

posting smore older works and found this! it can be either rachael elizabeth dare or max mayfield your choice! :D

[astercrash]

Okay but what if your college girlfriend became a vampire though

You’re in the twilight years of your life, tracking her across the frozen landscape as she tries to get back her native soil, telling her that she’s made herself into a monster by taking from those who have nothing left to give, telling her she’s denied all nature in preserving herself, given up any chance of growth or positive development and she still just wants to get into arguments about how you didn’t like the webcomics she recommended.

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Partners in crime - Shadowhunters.

Summary: You’re Magnus Bane’s best friend and fellow warlock, when Shadowhunters ask for help you take the job together.

Warning: Mentions of nightmares, skimpy pyjamas (idk what you’d call them tbh), playful teasing between friends, fluff.

Pairing: Magnus bane x Warlock!reader (Platonic).

Word count: 1,336.

The sun scorched across my face through a gap in the curtains. I dramatically huffed as I glared at the curtains in disdain, knowing I wouldn't fall asleep again. I stretched with an obnoxiously loud yawn, humming contently as my bones popped in a chorus.

Discomfort quickly set in from the glaring light and I raked my fingers through my hair before swinging my legs from the bed and trudging towards the door. My dreams had kept me up a good portion of the night and in the end, I crawled into bed with Magnus which kept them at bay.

"Mags?" I called through the quiet loft, "Mags, why do you never close the curtains properly?" I searched the loft half asleep for my flatmate only to come up empty. I straightened out my shorts as I wandered to the kitchen, letting the growl of my stomach lead me.

My pyjama vest rose up my stomach as I reached to grab a bowl and I shivered at the cold air of my exposed midriff.

Shuffling towards the living room, I failed to notice the gathering of people until the sound of someone clearing their throat caught my attention. I nodded hello to the group sleepily, gathering my thoughts as I ate my breakfast. I snapped out of my sleepy state as Magnus appeared in front of me protectively.

"Good morning, my dearest, I'll make sure to close them properly from now on shall I?" The question was rhetorical but I nodded anyway, placing my now empty bowl on the table. "Now, as much as I love seeing you half-dressed," Magnus teased with a playful wink. "I'm not sure how much longer Simon can watch without holding his drool back so how about we cover you up." I sighed but let his magic swirl around me, a beautiful, feathered robe appearing around my body.

The fabric brushed the ground as I stepped forward and planted myself into Magnus' chest in a tight hug. He reciprocated, both lost in the cuddle and temporarily forgetting about the group awkwardly standing behind him. Unfamiliar people weren't going to stop me from having my morning cuddle, they could wait.

"Thank you, my love," I whispered, pressing a small kiss to his cheek before peering up at him quizzically. "so, who do we have today?"

"Shadowhunters and Vampires," I moved to stand beside him, smiling at the small sea of faces, some of which smiled back whilst others remained blank. A huge smile overtook me and my eyes softened as my es met Rachael's gaze. I knew he had turned away when I appeared in my pyjamas, he always felt awkward and refused to see me in a vulnerable state, saying it wasn't proper. I understood considering Magnus and I had practically raised him since vampirism. Though he hated to admit it, he was my boy but he had a reputation to hold up and such so I let him seem hardened and cold, sometimes.

"Hello my lovely boy," I held his face in my hand gently, looking at his handsome face before putting my arms around him. He kissed my cheek and hugged me back before clearing his throat, letting me step back towards Magnus. I sniggered as he glared at the group of shocked Shadowhunters, daring them to say something. "Play nice Rafe."

"This is Y/N, best friend for all intents and purposes, partner in crime and partnering warlock." I grinned, bowing playfully at the group who stared at me strangely.

"Y/N, these are the Shadowhunters of the New York Institute. This is Alexander," I noticed the twinkle in his eye at that name. "Jace, Clarissa and Isabelle. The new vampire is Simon, he's with Raphael." He gestured to each respectively and I looked over each of them.

"Nice to meet you all. What can we do for you then?" I let my eyes stay on Alexander a little longer than the others, taking in his tall muscular stature and handsome face.

"So, are you two, like, a thing or?" He trailed off and I raised an eyebrow, looking up at Mags and our grins matched.

"No," I chuckled, shaking my head, "We've been best friends and partners for a few centuries. Most people do assume that though." A gentle hand squeezed my hip and I leant into it softly.

"You seem close enough, you're kind of handsie too," I raised a curious eyebrow at the young vampire, enjoying his curiosity though going off the look on Raphael's face he didn't.

"We've lived together for a long time, and known each other even longer. We come as a pair, can't have one without the other but that doesn't have to mean we're together in that way." I grinned at him, my magic swirling through my fingers languidly. "Curiosity is a fine thing Simon but you should be careful who you're curious about, might just bite you in the ass." I chided him softly, using a small spell to deliver a small biting sensation on his butt. He yelped and jumped, laughing nervously, but grinning widely all the same. I liked him, he seemed sweet.

"And you wonder why Raphael doesn't play nice," Magnus tutted, an amused twinkle in his eye. I hummed before turning back to the matter at hand.

"Now, I've heard you're causing quite the stir in the Shadow world Clary Fray, what is Magnus getting us into now?"

"I need help getting my Mom back, Valentine has taken her," A shiver ran down my spine at that name but I motioned for her to continue. "I don't know where he's taken her but I could do with all the help I can get and I've been told you guys are the best warlocks to ask." I thought about it seriously, biting my lip as I did. "I don't want to cause any trouble but Magnus knows about some of my past memories, ones he blocked that could help me find her." I walked towards her, cupping her face in my hands, hushing her gently. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let my thumb wipe away one of her tears with a gentle smile.

"Sweet girl, we'll help however we can as long as it's not a threat to the Downworld." She nodded gratefully, mouthing her thanks as her chest shuddered with a heavy breath. "I can't promise we can remove them but we can damn well try."

"Mama, it's not that simple." Raphael interrupted, looking furious. "We shouldn't get involved in shadowhunter business. They cause nothing but trouble for us." He spoke through gritted teeth, a hard glare fixed on Jace who leered back at him. These two obviously didn't get along.

"Rafe, sweetie, you can't justify not helping them because of that. That would make us just as bad as the Clave now wouldn't it?" I crossed my arms, looking at him disapprovingly. We raised him better than this, his anger was just clouding his judgement. "If things get too much then we'll walk away won't we Mags?" I glanced towards my partner who agreed with me. "You know that's how we work, my darling, we don't bite off more than we can chew." I made sure to emphasise so the Shadowhunters knew where we stood, looking pointedly at Jace whose glare never faltered. Perhaps my comment about the Clave had touched a nerve.

"Well, if you come back tomorrow we can get started, we have stock to replenish and things to organise, I'm sure you understand." Magnus began to shoo them closer to the door, waving them goodbye as I hugged Raphael. He paid special attention to bidding Alexander goodbye and I couldn't help my smirk as I made him a drink. It was 5 o'clock somewhere in the world after all.

"I can't help but feel like the next few days are to be exhausting." I handed the glass to him and nodded solemnly. There was no doubt about that.

[haruspexs]

Call me Octavian daily because I do be posting him daily

Explanation for the first drawing: Haruspex on some kind of goat or deer. I imagine he goes into the Rachael Dare Trance (tm) with actual Haruspex or with rather important things. Like the all trancey thing you know?

[metalmonki]

Supernatural Hunting Living and Love Part 6

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

2.5k word count

summary Dean finally acknowledges his feelings out loud.

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

warnings mentions of stillbirth

Original / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

“Dean, Dean1” I could hear someone yelling at me, but my ears were ringing. I felt like I was coming out a thick fog. All I could remember was being in the Impala…Y/N’s Impala with her…where was she?

“Dean, can you hear me?” The familiar voice called again.

“Y/N” I groaned out, but it wasn’t her voice.

I heard a splash and felt water hit my face. I forced my eyes open and sat up. I was sitting by the edge of a pool. Things began rushing back. We’d been on a hunt; YN had been angry with me. I went to follow her into the pool then nothing. That thing had control…I was possessed. I was staring at the pool in front of me when two people appeared from the pool.

“Dean I need help” Castiel had appeared holding the limp body of Y/N.

“No, no, no” I panicked rushing to pull her from the pool. She wasn’t breathing, there was blood coming from everywhere it looked like. I had no idea what to do. Panic had taken over; I couldn’t lose her not know. I grabbed her without waiting another minute allowing autopilot and adrenaline take over and ran for the front door. Cas was hot on my heels. One wave and he had broken the glass doors allowing me to run through without stopping.

“Here” Cas handed me the keys for her car. I had no clue where he got them from and didn’t stop to ask. I tossed her into the passenger side before climbing into the drivers seat and busting ass to the hospital. On the drive there I tried to come up with a plausible story about her falling into a pool from a height maybe  a second story window? Maybe just jumped from the roof on a dare? A cry of pain and coughing startled me from my thoughts.

“Oh thank god your alive” I breathe a sign of relief.

“Yeah, no thanks to you” She screamed in pain trying to move in her seat.

“Me? What did I do?” I asked concerned then angry.

“You or the spirit that possessed you attacked me” She began to shiver.

“Are you cold? I could turn the heat on?” I reached for the heater.

“Nah it’s broken…” She passed out, slumping in her seat.

“Shit, shit, shit” It must be the shock. I thought. In roughly 15 minutes I had made it to the hospital. I grabbed y/n from the passenger seat and raced her inside. She was cold but breathing. As I ran through the doors, I screamed for anyone and everyone to help us. A nurse soon appeared with a bed and shouted for me to put her on it. I froze torn between her needing help and my need to protect her. A nurse walked over and placed a hand on my arm.

“Its okay she’ll be safe I promise” She reassured me.

I nodded and placed her on the bed watching as they wheeled her away screaming about trauma sheers and portable x-rays.

“Y/ns a fighter she’ll be alright” the nurse spoke up.

“How do you know her?” I asked surprised turning to the nurse.

“We went to high school together; we were best friends but after graduation I choose med school and she choose more creative pursuits” She smiled.

“I’m Dean” I held out my hand.

“Oh, the new boyfriend Rachael was talking about, I’m Lina” She shook my hand “I got to say I’m surprised she finally found someone interested in her”.

“What’s the suppose to mean” I suddenly felt defensive about her.

“I mean nothing bad by it, she’s just super unique, we went to an all-girls catholic school, and we use to have yearly dances with the boy’s school. None of the boys gave her any attention. She wasn’t a huge girly, girly, she never took their shit, never put out, was never anything but herself. To be honest I was always so jealous about how she could just be herself without a care in the world”.

“Yeah, well it’s their loss, she’s amazing, she so strong and independent, nothing slows her down, I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have her in my life” I was honest with myself finally but I knew I could never tell her. I could never put the burden of myself on her or anyone.

“Come let’s fill in her paperwork” Lina guided me out of the emergency room into the waiting room. She handed me a clip board with a bunch of forms on it and left me to fill them out.

First name: Y/N

Last name:

Age:

Date of Birth:

Place of birth:

I sighed. I knew none of this. She said she was 22 right? If we’re in 2015 that makes her year 1993 but what day and month? I knew she was born in Australia but where? Australia is a big place. I was about to call it quits when I heard the fluttering of wings and Cas appeared next to me.

“24 January 1993” He said

“What?” I asked confused.

“Her date of birth 24 January 1993, last name Y/L/N place of birth Goulburn, NSW” Cas rattled off like it was common knowledge.

“How did you know that? The 24th that’s my birthday” I asked looking away from the clipboard.

“The day she was born something went wrong, she died but she wasn’t supposed to so God had me bring her back” Cas said.

“What did God have some plan for her?” I threw my hands in the air.

“I’m not at liberty to say, it’s Gods plan only he knows” Cas said frustrating me.

“If you saved her then why can’t you fix her now?” I almost yelled at the angel.

“Its not that simple Dean” He said.

“How just lay your hands on her and heal her” I yelled at him gaining the looks of the waiting room.

“Dean when I brought her back to life then it took me giving a piece of myself. A piece she still has within her, it will help save her” He said.

“So, what she’s part angel?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yes” Cas answered simply.

“Great well know I heard it all”.

I turned back to the paperwork, but it had been filled in. I turned back to Cas, but he was gone. Not surprising at all. I dropped the pen back onto the clip board and began running my hand over my face.

“Dean?” A nurse appeared beside me.

“Yes, that’s me” I stood up.

“YN is awake and asking for you” She smiled “Be warned me haven’t quite got her fixed up yet but she won’t calm down without you she says”.

I nodded and followed her though a maze of hallways to the room Y/N was busy screaming down. At some point the nurse had taken the clipboard from my hands freeing them to hold hers and help calm her down.

“Dean” she chocked between sobs.

“It’s okay I’m here you need to let them help you” I stayed calm for her.

They cut her clothes off and removed her boots as I held her hand tight. They were able to x-rays when I reassured her, I would be just outside the room. It was clear she was terrified of hospitals. They placed the x-rays on the wall showing he badly broken ankle and wrist. I felt so bad, so disgusted knowing I had done that her even if I had no control over myself. I could see a cut running down her forearm it looked deep, and a doctor was trying his best to clean it and stitch it up while I tried to keep her eyes on me. Someone said something about needing surgery, but I was too concentrated on her to listen. My heart broke for her. She looked so scared so small in the hospital bed. When they finally had her arm stitched up and bandaged a nurse came up beside me.

“Sir, I need you to sign this paperwork for us to go ahead and get her to surgery” a clipboard was shoved in my face. I signed it and handed it back.

“Please don’t leave me” She whimpered at me.

“I’ll be right here waiting for you I promise” I leaned down kissing her on top of the head before I could stop myself. I could see and feel the instant calm that came over her from such a simple action.

“We’ll take good care of her if you could go back to the waiting room someone will come get you when she’s out”. A doctor spoke from beside her bed helping to wheel her out of the room. I dropped her hand as they wheeled her out of the room. I made my way slowly back into the waiting room. It was if time stood still the second, she left the room. Left my sight. I knew I was in love with her, and she had been clear about how she felt about me. I don’t like seeing her hurt and I tied everything thing to keep her from this. After this it felt like the only thing, I could do to keep her safe was to keep her with me. If I could keep her nearby yet at arms distance, she would be safe. Or if I could push her so far away she would never want to see me again.

“Dean, Dean where is she” Sam came busting into the waiting room.

“Slow down you gargantuan freak” Theresa ran full speed behind him.

“What do you care? You don’t like her” I snapped standing to come chest to chest with him.

“Yeah, but you do and I’m obviously not going to change your mind” Sam sighed.

“Well Sammy turns out your right, she’s a distraction and I just want to get as far from her as possible” I tried to keep a straight face.

“Dean she loves you, you’d be breaking her heart” Theresa said in an almost whisper.

“She’ll get over it” I stood up and exited the hospital leaving Sam and Theresa in shocked silence.

…

The light was so bright, the room was spinning. I groaned and tried to sit up.

“Woah there take it easy” I felt a large hand push me back into the bed.

“Sam? What are you doing here? Where’s Dean?” I laid back closing my eyes willing the spinning to stop.

“To be honest I have no clue where Dean is and I have no idea why I’m here” Sam let out an awkward chuckle. “Look I know I haven’t been the nicest person but my brother he loves you and I guess I just have to accept that so truce”.

“Truce” I tried to give Sam a small smile that was more of a grimace.

“OH. MY. GOSH. YOUR AWAKE!” Theresa suddenly sat up from where she had seen sleeping against Sam.

“Woman turn the volume down” I groaned.

I opened my eyes to look at her. She had jumped up from her seat and bolted to the side of my bed pulling me into an awkward hug. I could see Sam over her shoulder watching her with a smile on his face. The way he looked at her, the twinkle in his eye. He was in love with her. I threw him a knowing look. He smiled at me in acknowledgement before looking to the floor. He knew he couldn’t continue acting how he had been without being insanely hypocritical.

A doctor came and spoke to me not long after. Luckily he said they didn’t need to use any rods or screws in my arm or my ankle. I would be off my feet for at least 10 weeks with my ankle and my wrist might take 16 weeks to heal completely the doctor guessed. He organised for me to come back in 2 weeks for x-rays on both and said he would be able to tell me more then. He gave me some antibiotics and sent me on my way. Sam and Theresa helped me out to my car and Sam drove us back to the hotel dropping Theresa home on the way. Sam had to help me into the room since I couldn’t use crutches. He placed me on Deans bed before going to check the bathroom.

“Deans not here, is he?” I said.

“Nope but we’re going to have to check out of here tomorrow and find somewhere else to stay until your healed up” Sam said looking out the window.

“You’re really going to stay to look after me?” I joked.

“It’s the right thing to do” Sam shrugged and smiled.

“Well thank you” I smiled back.

“Your Mom said something about heading back to Sweden so maybe we could crash there for a while?” Sam said hopeful.

“Uh yeah she’ll likely be gone for the foreseeable future so that would work” I nodded and tried to pull myself back on the bed to lie down. Sam quickly jumped up and helped me get further up on the bed, making me comfortable before offering to get us food. He grabbed the keys for my car and left the room. I made myself comfortable and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off because I was rudely awoken by Dean walking in the door.

“Rise and shine your dinners here and if you don’t eat it I will” Dean tossed a bag at me.

“Touch my food and I’ll chew your arm off” I grabbed the bag that was now resting against my side.

“We have to be out of this room at 10am so hurry up and eat” Dean grumbled.

“Why weren’t you at the hospital?” I asked unwrapping a burger and taking a bite.

“Was I supposed to be at the hospital?” Dean questioned putting his stuff into his duffel and leaving the room.

“You said you’d be there when I woke up” I reminded him when he walked back in.

“I said what I had to so you would calm down” Dean shrugged like it was no big deal. “Now hurry up and eat I want to be out of here in the next hour” He walked off with more of his and Sams stuff.

Caught off guard by Deans sudden change in attitude I decided not to continue our conversation and instead concentrate on my food. After eating in silence Sam helped me to my car while Dean went and checked us out of the room. Sam drove my car while Dean drove his taking us back to my Mums house. I stayed silent even once we had arrived, the time I spoke was to ask Sam to help me to my bed. Once I was comfortable in my bed I decided to sleep and ignore the brothers who were busy in the lounge room outside my room going back and forth about what they were supposed to do while I recovered.

[sheisbeautyweareworldass]

“growing up is realizing rachael elizabeth dare didn’t deserve the hate she got” see that’s why i think i’m better than y’all because i’ve known that since i was 13 y’all were just annoying af since forever

[brokehorrorfan]

Spirit Halloween: The Movie will be released on Blu-ray on August 22 via Strike Back Studios. The 2022 supernatural horror adventure was previously only available on DVD.

Rachael Leigh Cook and Christopher Lloyd star with Donavan Colan, Marissa Reyes, Jaiden J. Smith, Dylan Martin Frankel, and Marla Gibbs. David Poag makes his feature directorial debut from a script by Billie Bates.

The first pressing includes four trading cards with monsters from the movie. Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Behind-the-scenes featurettes and interviews with cast and crew

Spirit Halloween store grand opening footage

Trailer

Teaser trailer

TV spots

Alternative posters

4 trading cards

When a new pop-up Halloween store opens in a deserted strip mall, three middle school friends who think they’ve outgrown trick or treating make a dare to spend the night locked inside the store Halloween night. But they soon find out that the store is haunted by an angry evil spirit who has possessed the creepy animatronic characters. The kids will need to embark on a thrilling and spooky adventure in order to survive the night and avoid becoming possessed themselves.

Pre-order Spirit Halloween: The Movie.

[a-wondering-thought]

me, looking at random characters: okay so percy definitely had a small little crush on you that he either didnt understand or didnt understand AND was mad about-

Annabeth(until he realised but that took a while) luke, hades, apollo, ethan, charles beckendorf, rachael elizabeth dare and probably more from just the first series alone

[sapphic-book-tournament]

She Gets The Girl by Rachael Lippincott and Alyson Derrick

Alex Blackwood is a little bit headstrong, with a dash of chaos and a whole lot of flirt. She knows how to get the girl. Keeping her on the other hand…not so much. Molly Parker has everything in her life totally in control, except for her complete awkwardness with just about anyone besides her mom. She knows she’s in love with the impossibly cool Cora Myers. She just…hasn’t actually talked to her yet.

Alex and Molly don’t belong on the same planet, let alone the same college campus. But when Alex, fresh off a bad (but hopefully not permanent) breakup, discovers Molly’s hidden crush as their paths cross the night before classes start, they realize they might have a common interest after all. Because maybe if Alex volunteers to help Molly learn how to get her dream girl to fall for her, she can prove to her ex that she’s not a selfish flirt. That she’s ready for an actual commitment. And while Alex is the last person Molly would ever think she could trust, she can’t deny Alex knows what she’s doing with girls, unlike her.

As the two embark on their five-step plans to get their girls to fall for them, though, they both begin to wonder if maybe they’re the ones falling…for each other.

Wilder Girls by Rory Power

It's been eighteen months since the Raxter School for Girls was put under quarantine. Since the Tox hit and pulled Hetty's life out from under her.

It started slow. First the teachers died one by one. Then it began to infect the students, turning their bodies strange and foreign. Now, cut off from the rest of the world and left to fend for themselves on their island home, the girls don't dare wander outside the school's fence, where the Tox has made the woods wild and dangerous. They wait for the cure they were promised as the Tox seeps into everything.

But when Byatt goes missing, Hetty will do anything to find her, even if it means breaking quarantine and braving the horrors that lie beyond the fence. And when she does, Hetty learns that there's more to their story, to their life at Raxter, than she could have ever thought true.

[duckprintspress]

7 Stories for Genderfluid Visibility Week!

This week is Genderfluid Visibility Week, so the Duck Prints Press rec list contributors present: 7 of our favorite stories with genderfluid characters! Note that, in a lot of settings, it wouldn’t make sense for these characters to label themselves with the words we use now, so it can be challenging to identify characters who are genderfluid. For several of the characters on this list, their gender identities are open to interpretation, and while the Press contributors who suggested these books have interpreted them as genderfluid, it would also be valid to interpret these characters as (for example) non-binary or trans. If you read these books and didn’t feel the character was genderfluid – we support you! But they spoke to us as examples of genderfluid characters, and so we’ve included them.

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Dreams Bigger than Heartbreak by Charlie Jane Anders

They’ll do anything to be the people they were meant to be — even journey into the heart of evil.

Rachael Townsend is the first artist ever to leave Earth and journey out into the galaxy — but after an encounter with an alien artifact, she can’t make art at all.

Elza Monteiro is determined to be the first human to venture inside the Palace of Scented Tears and compete for the chance to become a princess — except that inside the palace, she finds the last person she ever wanted to see again.

Tina Mains is studying at the Royal Space Academy with her friends, but she’s not the badass space hero everyone was expecting.

Soon Rachael is journeying into a dark void, Elza is on a deadly spy mission, and Tina is facing an impossible choice that could change all her friends lives forever.

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Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman

In Norse Mythology, Gaiman stays true to the myths in envisioning the major Norse pantheon: Odin, the highest of the high, wise, daring, and cunning; Thor, Odin’s son, incredibly strong yet not the wisest of gods; and Loki–son of a giant–blood brother to Odin and a trickster and unsurpassable manipulator.

Gaiman fashions these primeval stories into a novelistic arc that begins with the genesis of the legendary nine worlds and delves into the exploits of deities, dwarfs, and giants. Once, when Thor’s hammer is stolen, Thor must disguise himself as a woman–difficult with his beard and huge appetite–to steal it back. More poignant is the tale in which the blood of Kvasir – the most sagacious of gods – is turned into a mead that infuses drinkers with poetry. The work culminates in Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods and rebirth of a new time and people.

Through Gaiman’s deft and witty prose emerge these gods with their fiercely competitive natures, their susceptibility to being duped and to duping others, and their tendency to let passion ignite their actions, making these long-ago myths breathe pungent life again.

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Heaven Official’s Blessing by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

A GOD FALLEN, A GHOST RISEN 

Born the crown prince of a prosperous kingdom, Xie Lian was renowned for his beauty, strength, and purity. His years of dedicated study and noble deeds allowed him to ascend to godhood. But those who rise may also fall, and fall he does–cast from the heavens and banished to the world below. 

Eight hundred years after his mortal life, Xie Lian has ascended to godhood for the third time, angering most of the gods in the process. To repay his debts, he is sent to the Mortal Realm to hunt down violent ghosts and troublemaking spirits who prey on the living. Along his travels, he meets the fascinating and brilliant San Lang, a young man with whom he feels an instant connection. Yet San Lang is clearly more than he appears… What mysteries lie behind that carefree smile?

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She Wears the Midnight Crown, an anthology of sapphic masquerade stories, specifically “Are you in love with the squid?” by D. A. Hernández

She Wears the Midnight Crown features 17 stories of wlw characters exploring their relationships as they develop, grow, and change during (literal or figurative) masquerades! Our contributors have stretched their imaginations to present innovative stories exploring what a masquerade can be…and, of course, tell rich, engaging tales of wonderful queer folk finding love, companionship, acceptance, the queer platonic relationship of their dreams, or the found family they deserve. The collected works feature characters in all the colors of the Pride rainbow, queer and genderqueer, and these diverse individuals inhabit worlds ranging from science fiction settings where everyone must be masked to breathe, to fantasies where no one wears a literal mask but everyone shows the world a false guise, to iterations of the real world where some people lean into deception.

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Rust in the Root by Justina Ireland

It is 1937, and Laura Ann Langston lives in an America divided—between those who work the mystical arts and those who do not. Ever since the Great Rust, a catastrophic event that blighted the arcane force called the Dynamism and threw America into disarray, the country has been rebuilding for a better future. And everyone knows the future is industry and technology—otherwise known as Mechomancy—not the traditional mystical arts.

Laura disagrees. A talented young mage from Pennsylvania, Laura hopped a portal to New York City on her seventeenth birthday with hopes of earning her mage’s license and becoming something more than a rootworker.

But four months later, she’s got little to show for it other than an empty pocket and broken dreams. With nowhere else to turn, Laura applies for a job with the Bureau of the Arcane’s Conservation Corps, a branch of the US government dedicated to repairing the Dynamism so that Mechomancy can thrive. There she meets the Skylark, a powerful mage with a mysterious past, who reluctantly takes Laura on as an apprentice.

As they’re sent off on their first mission together into the heart of the country’s oldest and most mysterious Blight, they discover the work of mages not encountered since the darkest period in America’s past, when Black mages were killed for their power—work that could threaten Laura’s and the Skylark’s lives, and everything they’ve worked for.

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The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

A lone human ambassador is sent to the icebound planet of Winter, a world without sexual prejudice, where the inhabitants’ gender is fluid. His goal is to facilitate Winter’s inclusion in a growing intergalactic civilization. But to do so he must bridge the gulf between his own views and those of the strange, intriguing culture he encounters…

Embracing the aspects of psychology, society, and human emotion on an alien world, The Left Hand of Darkness stands as a landmark achievement in the annals of intellectual science fiction.

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Alanna: The First Adventure, by Tamora Pierce, as well as all the books in the Song of the Lioness series

From now on I’m Alan of Trebond, the younger twin. I’ll be a knight.

And so young Alanna of Trebond begins the journey to knighthood. Though a girl, Alanna has always craved the adventure and daring allowed only for boys; her twin brother, Thom, yearns to learn the art of magic. So one day they decide to switch places: Thom heads for the convent to learn magic; Alanna, pretending to be a boy, is on her way to the castle of King Roald to begin her training as a page. 

 But the road to knighthood is not an easy one. As Alanna masters the skills necessary for battle, she must also learn to control her heart and to discern her enemies from her allies.

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We would love to read more stories with genderfluid representation – tell us about the ones you’ve read!

[splinter-sister]

✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ / Cleave to Rachael.

✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = I wanna have sex with you

"Okay! Look 'ere! If yew wanna hit that bad, then yew better start peacockin' a bit my guy. FLAUNT IT! Bedazzle me! Hit me with th' Ol' Razzle Dazzle!"

[ariannafraserwrites]

From the genius brain of @dangertoozmanykids101 - the stories behind the Holiday Rom-Com Title Generator.

I posted the Holiday Rom-Com Generator to celebrate the release of Taming the Beast - A Romantic Christmas Disaster and my fam, @dangertoozmanykids101 took it a step further. SO MANY steps further. This woman is genius. Her brain goes where no other brain dares to go. Have a look and if you're lucky, she'll write your story too!

From the comments on the post...

@dangertoozmanykids101 A Season of Joy

dangertoozmanykids101

Hey @spectre-posts Now I would bet that some Don Juan might argue that our dearest friend Joy is always in season. She may be flattered by such a grand compliment. Or she may find it a bit aggressive and presumptuous.

dangertoozmanykids101

OR @spectre-posts in an ABO universe our sweet Joy may be truly elated with anticipation as she is finally presented to the world. Long long past puberty and now fully matured into adulthood, her current state finds her in the beginning stages- the blossoming of her true nature. Whatever that might be, this is truly The Season of Joy.

dangertoozmanykids101

@iamthejeanette OHHHH!!! The Spirit of Mistletoe!!! Wouldn't this be an amazing paranormal xmas story??? Every time our heroine happens to step through a doorway or passage, archway, Mistletoe is hanging above, and yet curiously no one ever remembers hanging it there. It must be a prank of some sort, right? But an entire garland pf mistletoe has found a way to frame the entrance the Lee Way Tunnel in the Bicentennial Park downtown - a walking tunnel that connects...

dangertoozmanykids101

.... that connects the north end of the park with the South side so that walkers and joggers and bike riders, roller bladers, stroller runners can all avoid the throughway and its rush hour business traffic that dissects the park in two. Mistletoe appearing there seems to like a paranoid delusional coincidence to possibly consider that it has anything to do with our heroine, until the exact same man very politely with irresistible charms stops her mid step under the...

dangertoozmanykids101

... Under the presumptuously suggestive vine that seems to be growing more similar to a weed than a cherished holiday novelty decoration. But this same man appears out of the blue, repeatedly stops her directly under a simple mistletoe bouquet, politely requests her permission to kiss her, as is the holiday tradition. And traditions as enjoyable and harmless as a simple kiss must never be ignored. Quite right.

dangertoozmanykids101

Ohhh @tilltheendwilliwrite Yes! Yes! I bet you could work with that!! Oooo, imagine a Comedy of errors!! Everywhere they go, somehow the entire area loses power. Cursed to forever be a clutz or or just an electrical jinx. Ooo, like the witch finder general's great great great great great grandson in Good Omens! Remember how he destroyed every computer he touched? Lol Or an 8 day hike cross country skiing through the wilderness!!! Oooo! Doesn't that sound romantic???

dangertoozmanykids101

Oooo, or my favorite trope of all - stranded together during a blizzard WITH ONLY ONE BED!! With no light pollution, and only the starlight reflected off the bright white snow. How long will they possibly be stuck there? Eight nights possibly??? LOL

dangertoozmanykids101

Ohhhh @sultry-rachael snow globes send my brain into overdrive!!! Can you imagjne the 8 nights - kinda like an escape room, each Snow globe is a puzzle from one Holiday wonderland to the next. Ohhhh, imagine the comedy having to fend off elves and reindeer even shepherds in a surreal nativity scene themed snow globe. And they're all trying to prevent you from progressing to the next globe. A bottomless pit of snow - do you escape a sink hole of snow the same way ....

dangertoozmanykids101

.... the same way one escapes quicksand??? A maze of evergreen trees. Animatronic hugging snowmen? Jack Frost nipping at your nose (and anything else that pervert can get his mouth on. )

dangertoozmanykids101

And the eighth globe finally brings you to Santa's lap!! Horray!! Now have you been naughty or nice, he'll ask.

dangertoozmanykids101

@americasass81 wait... What was yours???

dangertoozmanykids101

SQUEAL!!! @notpedeka !!! A Fete of Banter!! Ohhhh, imagine the quintessential enemies to lovers!!! Guess who insists upon escorting you through the entire Winter Festival in Town Square this year. None other than your political rival on the city council. His endless chatter leaves you exhausted, enraged, and an acute case of TMJ inflammation, aka LOCKJAW!

dangertoozmanykids101

The past two months, every minor decision has become a huge micromanaged issue requiring heated debate. And the councilman inciting the ceaseless drivel is the same antagonist who you are now somehow obligated to spend the entire festival night with as though it were some sort of date. The entire night, you're clenching your jaw and grinding your teeth, yet completely failing to hold your tongue - WHICH , though you regret to admit, as aggravated your jaw....

dangertoozmanykids101

....aggravated your jaw to the point that you can barely open it large enough to slide a straw between your teeth. I'm picturing every carnival activity creating a whole new stupid spat between the two. Doesn't that sound like fun???

dangertoozmanykids101

Ohhhh @nildespirandum Only one night of snow globes??? Thank god!!! Because one night is all your heroine can handle! This is a big big deal - a huge honor - or so the big boss told you. Why you were singled out for this task, you have no clue. Honestly you would rather not dwell too much on that question. But tonight was the big night and you assure the big guy that you will NOT let him down. YOU had been chosen to watch his snow globe collection tonight.

dangertoozmanykids101

That's right. YOU - you are very talented and highly educated, some even say gifted, and of course your mother always knew you were special. And now YOU have the highly coveted position to babysit a room full of snow globes. Yep. A grid of pedestals each topped with a glass sphere filled with glitter or white confetti, and cozy little houses covered in snow or tiny itty bitty dolls doing all types of mundane tasks - a man surprising a woman at the door w/ a Xmas tree

dangertoozmanykids101

Kids building a snowman. An old man shoveling the driveway while a family's car is stuck in a snow bank down the Street. You see the kids running down the street straight to Grandpa's house. A couple cats sitting in a window watching the birds at the bird feeder, kicking seed all over the fresh white snow. Wait.... How many cats are in that window??? Your Job tonight is to watch over the globes. Like a security guard locked inside the vault with the money....

dangertoozmanykids101

Except you're also expected to clean each one - no dust, no finger prints. This is ridiculous! How the hell are you supposed to even maneuver through this room? Did I mention the pedestals were set up like a grid? Trying to navigate through a minefield would be easier than walking through this room to merely access the coffee pot in the back corner of the room. Mew. Mew And NOW you're fucking hearing things!!!

dangertoozmanykids101

How many cats were in that first snow globe? You could swear that a third cat had been in the window just a moment ago. And now that you look more closely, there are kitty footprints leading out from the front door with its little pet door flap. WTF? Those footprints weren't there last time you looked.

dangertoozmanykids101

Mew. There it was again. Your ears had to be tricking you. Mew. And up jumps a cat onto the folding table in the back of the room. Knocking over an empty mug and scattering sugar packets all over the table and gloor.

dangertoozmanykids101

Floor.

dangertoozmanykids101

On your way to collect the strange cat on the coffee table, another cat rubs up against your leg. Startled - you flinch and bump a snow globe to your left. Oh shit! You catch it and steady it back onto its pedestal. But just for a moment everything was still, until it all began to thrum

dangertoozmanykids101

And snow starts to fall INSIDE the room.

dangertoozmanykids101

Oh @ariannafraserwrites @caffiend-queen . Such a hardworking talented writer, burning the candle at both ends this holiday. You've even been falling asleep at your type writer most nights recently. But after a particularly late night wracking your brain to get past a writers block, you had almost fallen out of your chair even - finally deciding to drag your sorry ass off to bed in defeat. Lo' and behold, the next morning a Short Little Story had been typed up.

dangertoozmanykids101

And a brand new little pair of shoes. On the table next to it. LOL. Maybe the cobbler hadn't thanked his little elves sincerely enough.

americasass81

@dangertoozmanykids101 Mine is Eight Nights of Cocoa

dangertoozmanykids101

Oooo! @americasass81 I've got it!!! On this fancy dancy 10 day cruise ... with destination desserts, a ChocoCruise or travel the world of chocolates!

dangertoozmanykids101

dangertoozmanykids101

Of course a world famous Chocolatier will be serving many of his signature dishes that you had only heard of on the food channel and in foodie magazines. Would he truly be just as charming in person as he appears to be in the public eye? WELL OF COURSE HE WAS!! He easily charmed the pants right off of you. And then made a chocolate mold of YOUR ASS!!! Now was that before or after he gave it a good HARD bite??? As well as a firm spanking. You might even need to cancel...

dangertoozmanykids101

... cancel our slot in the shuffle board tournament. You won't be sitting for a few days, let alone moving anywhere more graceful than waddle. Toward the end of the cruise, heading back to the port you boarded on, your beloved Chocolatier unveils his newest masterpiece, siting a few specific artists who had inspired him, as well as several beautiful Passengers who agreed to participate and model for him. And wouldn't you know; there in the middle of this chocolate

dangertoozmanykids101

In the middle of this large chocolate sculpture, sat a perfect replicata of your butt. From the curve where your glutes meet your thighs all the way up to the dimples above your tailbone. The added tiara resting on one cheek seems a bit overkill, but you are still oddly honored and flattered.. until you register that there are other chocolate body parts obviously molded from a real woman. From a real body. Her LIVE body. But he's sooo charming-how could you blame anyone

dangertoozmanykids101

You found him irresistible. You let him pour hot molten chocolate over your bare ass while you lay in a marble table lined with wax paper. Looks like someone had Choco poured over their legs and feet. Several chocolate hands and feet gracefully peppered the statue of holding strawberries, oranges, slices of pineapple. Of course someone modeled their bare breasts - definitely much larger breasts than yours. Another modeled her neck and chin. You could just imagine...

dangertoozmanykids101

.... you could just imagine the purr of his voice as he guided her to Lean back, stretch her neck farther, farther, lift your chin a bit more. Very good. Just as smoothly as he convinced you to arch your back more, my dear. A little bit more. Spread your knees a bit wider. Yes, do you feel it now, hot and so smooth dripping down your most intimidate place. How does that feel, darling?

dangertoozmanykids101

Broken from your thoughts after tuning out all the flashes and shouting journalists and fans, the glamorous chocolatier announces, "Before we take anymore questions, please let us introduce the beautiful goddesses who gifted me with their presence and let me borrow their bodies to create this piece of work. Please please, ladies,

dangertoozmanykids101

Please please ladies, come on up here to me. You know who you are. If you don't come up, then we'll have to come to you.

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

Manuscript Search Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @winterandwords! :D

Words: could, should, would and mould. These are from The Unfortunate Moth:

Could:

As she walked out of the graveyard she couldn't help scanning the place for one person in particular. He would be alone, she thought even as she told herself she was being ridiculous, and wouldn't dare come too close. He would probably stand at a distance, on that hill for example. But there was no one there.

Should:

Phil smiled sadly. "You of all people should know I don't feel much grief over Aunt's death. I know it sounds horrible, but I do believe I'm more upset about…" Her throat closed up. It was a struggle to say, "Leopold." She took a deep breath. "Aunt Rachael made me miserable while she was alive. I'm not going to let her continue in death. I'll wear mourning for two months and no more. And I will run the business and my own life in the way I want."

Would:

Király finished his cigarette. He dropped it overboard too and stared down at the water for a minute. "I never would have thought it was him."

Mould Form:

A theory began to form in Yo-han's brain. He took note again of how empty the cabin was. He looked at Király's suitcase propped against the side of the wardrobe. Rather a large suitcase. Too large for the number of clothes carried in it. He also took note of a fleeting movement of Király's; it looked as if he'd tried to adjust a ring that wasn't there.

Tagging @sleepyowlwrites, @valanke, @queen-tashie, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D New words: round, rotten, reach and rabbit.

[syngrafaes09]

Strange Nights | Vampire! Dr Strange x Y/n

Logline: After Y/N gets imprinted by a vampire Dr Strange, living under a fictive identity, they must unravel the cause behind her constant misadventures before their hopes are crushed forever.

Masterlist

Chapter 7 : Stay

Naturally, she shuddered when Stephen's cold fingertips touched her warm skin, lifting her chin. His eyes were fixated on the scrape on her forehead.

"Are you feeling alright?" Well, what a stupid way to begin. Of course, she wasn't, he scoffed at himself. "We should visit the hos-"

"No. I'm fine," she flinched. And staggered into the house.

That's when he noticed the abrasions on her palms and knees. A wave of guilt crashed upon him. Had I hunted that creature down, it wouldn't have hurt her.

"The blood on your dress tells me otherwise." There were a few tired stains of blood on the hem of her white dress that ended just below her knee.

"It's mild. Didn't bleed enough to visit the hospital." She said with a sigh. Even if it had she wouldn't. She never had to visit the hospital even when she had wounded herself badly- they always healed quickly.

"Fine but let's get them treated," he said, stepping in and closing the door behind him.

Without any further resistance, she nodded and walked towards the table near the kitchen, and slumped down into one of the uncovered chairs. The house could be deemed a Halloween mess. White sheets and curly willow branches covered almost every piece of furniture. Stephen glanced at the medical supplies scattered across the table and was satisfied that everything needed was there.

"Have you rinsed them?" he asked while washing his hands.

"Yes." She was twirling the tweezers in between her fingers, a scowl on her face.

"Boiled?" he asked, taking it from her. She nodded in response.

Wiping them off with an alcohol-dabbed cotton pad, he kneeled in front of her. Washing with an iodine or hydrogen peroxide solution would be faster and easier but it would be painful and irritating. And those were the last things he ever wanted to cause her.

Immediately as the tweezers touched her wound, she jerked her leg back.

"Be still, dear," he requested, wrapping his free hand around her left lower leg, holding it still as he began cleaning the dirt from the wound. Her heart had decided to pump faster and her breathing turned uneven too – the same physical responses just like the others. Stephen tried to strife a chuckle, wondering what might be going on in that pretty little head of hers. He wished to intrude into her mind but waited with forced patience for her to say something first.

She seemed to remain strategically silent, driving him mad.

"Is it too difficult for you to... painful -" She trailed off, making him abruptly stop bandaging the gauze. Did she actually know who I was? Had Rachael told her about us? He jerked his gaze up, staring into her (e/c) eyes. If she knew, she would have never dared to neither invite me in nor sit in here with me cleaning her wounds.

"Was she close to you?"

Wait, what? 'She'? He was left with no option but to intrude into her mind to understand what she was asking about. Her memories were of that fateful evening. Vis had come up with a neat explanation that she looked like a dead old friend after my sloppy escape. He had returned home late after checking on Y/N, and none of them talked about it.

"Umm... no. A friend from work." What a lie. The only friend from work besides Wong was Christine and she couldn't resemble Y/N in any way. His heart swelled at the thought of Christine. But he had to let go, he reminded himself, everything now had to be Y/N. She was the one he had imprinted.

The scrapes on her palms and forehead were mild, superficial damage to the epidermis, unlike the knee where the dermis had torn too. They hadn't bled, so he left them uncovered.

"That thing gave you quite a fall," he commented while washing his hands.

"No. Just the forehead scratch." She chuckled as she removed the sheets and twigs. "I tripped while running back home." Jade and Rachael joined them as they laughed.

"Oh, Y/N you should rest. I'll do them." Rachael said, taking the sheets from her hand.

"Yeah, you had quite shock." Jade chimed in.

"Don't talk to me about shocks. I have a master's degree in misfortune."

"Let's hope you don't run for a PhD. May this be the last adversity." As she spoke, she flashed another glare at Stephen.

"Maybe," Y/N giggled.

"Off to bed."

"Yes ma'am." She groaned, heading upstairs.

"You won't be joining the rest of them?" Jade asked, slumping on the far end of the couch.

Rachael hadn't stayed much longer after Y/N went. As for what they were hunting down, it had been nearly caught and escaped. That meant all of them needed to coordinate – something that was very difficult for Tony and Steve. They already had their long list of differences and the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires wasn't making things easy. But the ordeal was a little downplayed with the fact that Steve had to be on the roads with the men while the Supernaturals – except Thor and Scott, who happened to suffer a similar fate to Thor - would cover the forest.

"No, they'll be tracking it down with the scent, I won't be much of a help. Besides, if my suspicions turn out to be true, Y/N might be in danger."

"You can trust me with her safety, I'll be staying up all night and putting up a fight if necessary." Stephen raised an eyebrow at him. "You can... are free to leave, you know."

"Could be the other way round. I will stay, you leave. Can you do that?"

He shook his head and Stephen laughed. "No matter what we say or do, we can't trust the other." Jade nodded in agreement.

"Who do you think it might be? Dad says must be a Sigbin."

"I doubt it will be pure blood. A hybrid between Chupacabra and Skinwalker most probably."

"Aren't inter-species supernatural hybrids forbidden by The Order?"

"Yes, and this is the very reason why. One never knows what the outcome will be and can cause a blood hunt like this."

Jade wrenched in his position, drumming his fingers on his lap. Seemed like he was considering whether to ask or not. But Stephen's patience was giving away. He didn't know for how long they could put up the outward patience.

"You can go to Rachael, you know? I don't mind being alone. Let's not make it very difficult for either of us."

He blurted out a yes, heading upstairs. In a beat, he paused on the third step, "How do you handle this?" gesturing his hand around.

"Do what? Be precise."

"This imprinting or the-mate-at-first-sight? The effects on..." Jade trailed off.

Stephen was tongue-tied. He had no idea why it was easy around Y/N. It wasn't like the hot, ravaging fire other alphas had described. Instead, I had felt alternate waves of being washed up with ice-cold and steaming water. The apathy of desires was unexplainable. "Maybe you are too young for this" he fluttered out. This should be it. Jade was in his early years like Thor once had been. He on the other hand had far more experience than others at the time of imprinting.

After he was done with his self-interpretation, he realized that he was too deep in thought to notice Jade leave. Slumping down, he closed his eyes, trying to listen to various sounds. The wind in the trees, crunching of leaves under wolf paws, the humming of tyres of the patrolling cars, chattering among those who are in them, whisper-quiet movements of the vampires, and much more which could never be heard if he were human. He had been listening so intently that a sudden grasp made me jump out of my seat. It was from upstairs. Y/N.

"Y/N?" He whispered, opening the door slightly.

"C-come in." Her voice was cracking.

He peeked inside and saw her looking outside the window, panting and shaking. Her hair was tousled, her eyes weary, forehead beaded with sweat made it look like she had escaped a nightmare.

"Want me to get Rachael?" He asked, standing next to the bed. She shook her head. He turned back, about to leave when he felt delicate, burning flames restraining him. She shuddered, harder now, as his ice-cold skin further ignited the fire under her skin.

"Stay... please." She pleaded, in a tiny voice, her trembling fingers finally letting go of his hand. A part of her wasn't sure who visited every night for the last three nights. It hadn't breached the forest boundary whenever she peeped through her window, but after today's evening, she wasn't sure it would stay in the forest.

Stephen struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded him. His body, govern-less by his mind, obeyed her words like a command, sitting on the edge of the bed. He could finally feel the fire that was missing, not a single hot, ravaging flame but a forest wildfire, set out by a cluster of bombs that had been ticking ever since he met her but were detonated now. The time spent without pain and temptation made it all the more forceful now.

"Wanna talk about it?" He didn't know how to do this. He had never tried to comfort anyone. She gazed back. The expression on her face was ambiguous. He listened to the rise in her heartbeat and turned restless to read her mind.

"If not, lie down, try to sleep. I will stay as long as you want me."

Her mouth curved into a smile. His mere presence had irrationally calmed her fears. "Then stay till I wake up in the morning," she teased, lying down and pulling the duvet over. "Sleep next to me." He felt happy that she no longer felt restless because of the nightmare, but was shocked at her playful demands. Would she ask me to be next to her let alone to sleep, if she knew the truth about me?

"Matt won't be very happy to find the two men who were supposed to keep an eye out for any danger, curled up next to his daughters."

Her eyes widened. "Does – is Jade with Rachael?" He nodded. "Then stay at least until Matt comes." Following his strange, new instincts, he reclined beside her, on his side with his head resting on the propped-up elbow.

"Sleep," Stephen whispered near her ear, making her shiver and flustered at the same time. She obeyed immediately, bolting her eyelids shut. A chuckle escaped his lips, spiking up her already elevated pulse.

In her silence, he found the fire returning to him. The more he inhaled her scent further the desires were unveiled. He took another breath and let the venom burn his throat. The thirst wasn't as painful as Thor had warned it would be.

"Doctor Rochester," Y/N mumbled softly. He wondered if she was awake or sleep-talking. Nevertheless, he hummed in response. "Are you awake?" she asked, her eyes still unopened.

"Very much."

"Three nights ago I guess I saw a silhouette of a man in the backyard." So this was what her nightmare was about. Shit. I needed to be more careful when I came over to check on her. He thought her human eyes couldn't spot him but he was wrong and careless. "That pretty much scared me." Her confession brought over me a wave of guilt. "Sorry," he whispered.

"What for?"

"Everything. Nothing will harm you. Now, sleep."