#that's my lady that's my hunk!!!! she uses she/him pronounces <3

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Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being silly and goofy!!🤪

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explorers of arvus: port draavos / 3.23.20

and now for something different: the misadventures of the hope’s guard

so for the past 3 years ive been in an ongoing dnd5e campaign run by michael called Explorers of Arvus, which is super cool and super fun and i love it a whole lot! and back when i used twitter, i’d liveblog our sessions and that ended up being my way of note taking bc im otherwise quite terrible at it

after i stopped using twitter, that had the side effect of me not keeping notes anymore, so i kind of didnt remember any of the past couple sessions? especially because its hard for all 6 of us to have like, schedules that make sense, so there’s a lot of distance between each session.

and then i realized i can just take notes shitpost-liveblog style and then just… like, put it on tumblr or whatever. i’ll probably make like, ill probably port over my old liveblog threads onto here sometime but until then: we played d&d today! Time For Shenanigans

some quick context: we’re called the Hope’s Guard, but our unofficial silly name is Chunch Bunch the Dungeon Master is Michael aka Skalter aka @openlyeight​ Taure M’ea is a half-elf paladin played by Penn aka @penn-name​ and she is doing her best. Sieron Astora is a human (secretly half-orc) wizard played by Jorb aka @jorbs-palace​ and he’s basically the protagonist, and also starting to be gay for Charlie Charlie Wickfield is a halfling wild magic sorcerer played by Leos aka us and she’s known for being very chaotic, lighting things on fire, and having a high charisma score but no idea how to articulate anything Thorne is a half-orc warlock played by Solar aka @craftlands​ and he grew up in nonsense land aka the feywild and i love him, and also he’s fine-tuned to be able to snipe the shit out of anything within a 600 ft radius of him w/ eldritch blast Silje Cottonwood is a tabaxi blood hunter played by Nyx aka @patheticnyas​ and he is very edgy but also a cat and is VERY gay for Thorne our general goal is to stop some motherfucker called Halvkar / the God-King from… i dunno, being a huge bitch? he dumped zombies all over Arvus and that’s a problem. its late at night and i just played d&d for several hours

AND SO: WE PLAYED D&D FOR THE FIRST TIME OF THE DECADE

last time:

chunch bunch beat up the cult and now we’re FINALLY GOING TO ARVUS, YALL (also we picked up a cat) (his name is silly. its silje but literally pronounced like “silly”) sieron hatched a child! so like, we have a lil coatl friend now OH RIGHT SIERON HAS A MOM. sierons mom is here charlie and sieron attempted to have a gay scene but charlie went off script by being “[internal dial up noises]” when sieron said something really heartwarming we’re in fort draavos! and now we’re picking up sidequests and just kinda wanderin around. woo!

NOW, ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS:

thorne and charlie discuss the morals of necromancy, and also the concept of “[charlie voice] necromancy racism”

EVERYONE IS BONDING WITH CHARLIE TODAY taure gave charlie the rune of wound closure and told her to stay safe and im :keralisweep:

accidentally started a cutscene bc charlie is very loud in a temple, oop. some priests(?) glared at us and walked off and im sure they wont stab us later! ingrid the adorkable friend has been having reoccuring nightmares about a dark figure w/ black robes standing above a bleeding platform high in the air over a swamp and summoning undead, so we’re gonna go hit that up! it MIGHT be like, a vision of the past, but even if so thats still pretty relevant also there’s a cool half orc lady named undril silvertusk who we’re gonna escort to camp vengeance! she’s awesome

thorne: i was in a dungeon once charlie: you got better! thorne: [points] i DID get better!

summer: can i roll to steal the laser gun? michael: if you find the dragon, you can try to steal the laser gun.

solar: guys, we have to protect the lesbians at all costs. and if one of them turns out to be an ancient gold dragon and curses my dick, then so be it

taure: dont worry, i wont let you die. ingrid: …okay :D!

THE HOT SPRINGS EPISODE IS FINALLY HAPPEN sorry thorne. charlie dabbed at a buff tiefling charlie is too fucking short for the hot springs. also she’s like 50% hair so she is Dying

time for food! we ran into an adventuring party that is apparently based off one michael was part of in another campaign, and i think the buff tiefling is his? also taure ordered samples of everything and then got Super plastered

thorne rolled really good to infodump hardcore about arvus artifacts and it is cute and id die for him oop michael asked for all our passive perception

omg theres an introduction of a ~mysterious character~ and originally theyre supposed to just sneak off but then michael realized they’d be genuinely interested in thorne’s infodumping so now theyre just Lurking

the opposite of a slow burn is a fast explosion

[everyone gets distracted quoting realtime fandub]

oops taure is depressed! ALSO SHE BROKE UP WITH SIGRA??? charlie is VERY bad at emotional support so she’s just “uhhhhhhhhh”, but thankfully thorne catches her before she faceplants into her potatoes CAN ANY OF US CARRY TAURE??? SHE’S IN FULL ARMOUR AND ALSO PASSED OUT

michael: what do you do with the bottle? summer: eat it

charlie get haircut! WITH SWORDS. her hair is now like midway down her back so its like, a bit shorter than when she first met everybody silje: do you want this [the hair he cut off]? charlie: UH WHAT WOULD I .. DO WITH IT… silje: …make a rope? charlie: yknow what i might as fucking well, who knows if id need spare hair

penn: i dont think taure is horny tho! summer: ITS OK, SILJE IS HORNY ENOUGH FOR ALL OF US

michael: Sieron, Str of 10- action hero Thorne, str of 14- twink nyx: silly, str of 13- cat solar: i guess thorne is a hunk. michael: thorne is a twunk summer: the t in thorne stands for twunk

taure, extremely drunk and sad: CHARLIE IM SORRY I MADE YOU BURN DOWN THAT LIBRARY (sieron and thorne carried her to bed and she ended up apologising a whole lot about literally everything)

jorb/sieron wants to know if charlie’s hair has any lingering wild magic nonsense!

thorne’s staring out the window! and also discord kept censoring solar when they were trying to say that THIS ENTIRE AREA IS WITHIN THORNE’S RANGE. solar: i could shoot someone at the thundering boar tavern [from our tavern] jorb: [as thorne] WRONG TAVERN, IDIOT!

solar called soldier:76 a cornfucker and it blindsided me so hard

michael: silje cottonwood, dark edgy blood hunter. [flops over on camera] NOTICE MEEEEEEEE

WE’RE NOW MAKING NONSTOP FORT DRAAVOS PUNS. i had to go clean pepper’s litter and when i came back they were STILL GOING

thorne pets silje on accident bc silje ws doing an anime squat on the balcony’s railing and is now having a crisis of “is it appropriate to pet the furry?” AND ALSO SILLY IS VERY SOFT

jorb & michael: [say something cursed] summer: [looking around frantically] I DONT HAVE AN IMPROVISED WEAPON solar: Allow Me. [brandishes baseball bat on camera]

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An Old Fashioned Wedding. (Shallura)

( Tbh this was inspired by my cousins wedding and a song from Annie Get Your Gun. Send help. Enjoy ^o~ ) (omg their vows i simply cant even )

                                         Location: Altea ( Outside )

              Shiro wasn’t prepared for this. Well, sure he was, he had gotten the rings, proposed, chose colors, helped design, chose a best man, invited guests, and all of the ususal things that come with a wedding. But nothing could prepare him for the moment his future wife would walk down the isle. For now though, all he could do is wait.

               Allura took deep breathes. She wasn’t quite sure why she was so nervous. It could be because when she walks out there, everyone will be watching her, no, thats not the type of person she was, she thought to herself. What about because shes about to become Queen Allura of Altea, hardly, she thought to herself. Then it could possibly be because a wedding only happens once, most likely, she thought, attempting to put her mind at ease. She shook her head. Coran, who she was locked arms with, looked over to her.  He was dressed in a tight fited drees shirt + pants, a blue vest and purple bow tie, with a purple hankercheif in his vest pocket. “Princess, are you feeling alright?”, he asked, more solemly than usual. Coran was obviously an emotional mess. He had been worrying about Allura all day. His pupils were shrunk as if he was frghtened everytime something little, like a flower falling out of her hair, or a loose thread on her dress. Everytime something like a tear of joy, or a soft smile from Allura turned him into a mushy mess. After all, Allura asked him to wallk her down the isle and give her away, like her father would have done. Its what he would have wanted, she insisted. “Im fine Coran. Really.”, she said, forming a warm smile. Coran gave her a big hug with a kiss on the forehead, he started getting mushy again as the hug ended. She wiped a tear from his eye. “Thank you. For everything you’ve done.”, she smiled as they re-locked arms. “No Allura, thank you.” , he smiled back. 

               The music, played by the alien residents of Altea, a soft violin/piano/harp, arrangement. At the end of the isle, under the archway, a beautiful  (light)blue/purple/pink/white flower decorate archway for that matter, stood Shiro, whom was dressed in a fitted longsleeve dress shirt with an elegant purple vest, long blue tie, black dress pants, and a red altean flower (Allura’s favorite) in his pocket,  waiting for his bride. Next to the archway on Shiro’s side, stood Keith, Shiro’s best man. Keith was dressed in a loosely fitted half sleeve dress shirt, purple vest, blue bandanna, black kahkis, and the same red flower, his hair was also tied back in a ponytail. Lance was the first to walk through the curtains, he wore a purple vest, blue suspendors, a blue bow tie, loose fitted halfsleeve dress shirt , black kahkis, and flower. In his hands he held Allura’s ring in a small wooden box. Keith narrowed his eyes at lance to warn him (scilently) not to drop the ring (or so help me god ill-). Behind Lance, was Hunk. Hunk was dressed in the same outfit as Keith with a blue ascot instead of a bandanna. In his hands, he held a small wooden box containing Shiro’s ring. He smiled as he walked. Lance was actually tearing up. When they both got to the end and stood next to Keith, the music got louder and softer in tone. Next out, would be Pidge. All of the Paladins wondered what she would look like, almost as much as Allura, for none of them had seen either all day. Pidge walked out throwing pink, purpple, blue, and white petals on the ground as she walked. Pidge, to everyones surprise, was dawning a light purple, knee length dress, with a waistband decorated with pink, blue, purple, and white flowers. Her dress had two arm fringes on each side, one ontop of the shoulder and one hanging slightly below it. On her head, shhe wore a flower crown with color quardenated flowers + clear crystals. On her feet, she wore simple white flats. Everyone started at her as she threw a snarky smiled to the boys as if to say “look at me, i did it, in your face”, the last part directed towards lance mostly…

                       After Pidge reached the end of the isle and got into her spot opposite oof Keith, the curtain opened again. This time, Allura and Coran walked out. Allura dawned a magnnificent white dress, with sheer flowing arms and a lace bodice. The skirt was plain, yet beautiful, and draped down her sides, with a beauutiful long train in the back. The belt was covered in white flowers and clear crystals. Her hair was in her natural up-do with flowers embedded into her hair. In her free hand, she held a large bouquet of mostly purple and blue, with the occasiional pink, white, or pearl. Coran was tearing up as he lead her to the front of the isle. Allura smiled at Shiro who was in awe of her, even though all thats changed is her outfiit, which he could care less about looks anyway. Lance was already tearing up, as well as Pidge and Hunk. They all smiled though. When they reached the front of the isle, the music faded away. Allura looked over to the mushy Coran who was trying to compose himself enough to speak properly. “Oh Coran, don’t cry.” , she said as he wiped his tears. “Awws” could be heard from the audience as Coran began to speak. “I now give this woman to this man, as her father figure.”, he sated with a smile as he let Allura go to Shiro. Coran walked up to the stand as Allura handed her bouquet off to Pidge and joined hands with Shiro. All of the Paladins besides Keith and Shiro, were now teary-eyed. Squeaks of crying could be hear from the mice who sat in the audience. The wedding party giggled and Shiro wiped an upcoming tear from his brides eye. They all smiled. “You look stunning.”, Shiro whispered.

                 “We gather here today to see this man, and this woman, be joined in holy matromony. Today, we will witness two becoming one, to share a life, a love, hope, friendship, children, family, together as one. Love is the ultimate bond. One that cannot be forced, wished, or forged. Love, is a bond that cannot be broken. Love, is a beautiful thing. And Ladies and Gents, this, is love.”, Coran took a break to wipe his eyes and blow his nose with his hankercheif. Giggles were heard all around. He continued, “We will now hear the vows, starting with the bride.”. “Shiro, when we first met, I never would have dreamed we would have been here oone day. I thought that we would never be anything more than paladin and princess. But I was very wrong. I vow, to keep you safe, to provide for you, to agree with you, to love you, to stay with you as long as we live. I love you Shiro.”, She said as she squeezed his hand. Pidge wiped her tears. Lance and Hunk were both bawling. It was Shiro’s turn now. “Allura, you have taught me so many things. In thhe begining, you had us all focus on bonding with our lions. But, love, is a stronger bond that any lion bond i’ve even seen. Even Keith’s.-”, Keith quickly wiped away a single tear. “-I vow to hold you, protect you, care for you, listen to you, and stay beside you. I love you.”. Litteraly everyoone had shed a tear by the time Shiro finished, even Keith. “Allura, do you take this man to be your husband?”, “Yes, I do.”, “Shiro, do you take this woman to be your wife?” , “Yes, I do.”, “By the power invested in me by the planet of Altea, I now pronounce you, husband and wife, AND, King and Queen of Altea! You may now kiss the bride.” , Coran said gleefully. Shiro and Allura share a kiss as the guests and wedding party started cheering. 

Mr and Mrs 

                                                   ~*~ *BONUS*~*~

 “3…..2….1~!”, Allura yelled as she threw the bouquet of flowers behind her. 

Pidge missed, but her lion caught it. “Im marrying my computer anyway

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The wedding party chuckled as Shiro nervously hunted for the wedding garter under Allura’s dress. They were both clearly embarressed that Shiro was looking too high. 

“3…2..1!”, Shiro yelled as he threw the garter behind him.

“No way! Keiith dosen’t deserve to get laid before me!” , Lance yelled, as Keith was the one who caught the garter, mostly because he didn’t want Lance to catch it and brag abaout it.

( Please send me some feedback on this!! I was gonna doo the full reception and have a scene from the honeymoon as a bonus but im pretty tired >o< , I might do it in the future though if this works out lol. I really wish I could draw the garter bonus lol curse my non existent artistic abilities! ) 

[the-raven-sisters]

Chapter Two

Title: She’s Beauty, She’s Grace, She’ll Punch You In The Face

Theme Song: Don’t Bring That Trouble by NEEDTOBREATHE

Word Count: 4,781

Warnings: language, violence/blood, partial nudity, cliffhanger ;)

Characters: (OC) Harper Raven, (OC) Maisie Raven, (OC) Piper Evans, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

POV: Third person

A/N: This was originally going to be together with chapter one, but when we realized nobody wants to stop and read a 10k fic in one sitting, we split it up. And here, you finally get your dose of the boys! Feedback, or just crazy asks, are always welcomed :P we’re still getting the kinks out of our tag list, but don’t hesitate to let us know if you want to be tagged! -Hope

Hope you enjoy the ending :P send us your theories if you have any! -mara

Read Chapter 1 here!

Read the mini chapter in between Ch. 2 & 3 here!

Read Chapter 3 here!

Check out the Character Roster here!

A bold, silver-lettered sign is placed above the double doors leading into the building at the address Philip gave them. Harper and Maisie both inhale sharply at the sight.

“I love Philip,” Maisie beams.

“I can't believe him,” Harper grumbles.

The sign reads, ‘Hunk-O-Mania.’

“What do you say we get our hunk on,” Maisie giggles, waggling her eyebrows, to which Harper responds by rolling her eyes.

“Three cups of coffee is not enough for this,” Harper says, turning back to the truck. “Come on, Mais, it's a strip club, we’re not going to find anything useful in there while the sun is up.”

“I guess you're right. I’m starving anyway,” Maisie concedes and starts toward the truck after Harper.

“Fries before guys?” Harper questions.

“Cakes before mates. Or in this case, bundts before hunks,” Maisie quips with a grin.

“You ruined it,” Harper returns, but she can't hide the small laugh that bubbles up.

Driving passed various dining options that caused multiple heated arguments, the girls finally opt for a new diner downtown they had yet to experience. Harper pulls the truck into the first empty parking space they spot, coming to a stop next to a sleek, classic, black Impala.

“Oooh, what a babe,” Maisie admires as they exit the truck and make their way towards the small diner. Once inside, they scan the seating to the left and right of the door, before spotting an empty booth to the right towards the back of the room and heading to claim it.

The girls sink into the seats opposite of one another, and not seeing any menus on the table, they wait for someone to make it over to them. After a good five minutes, Harper throws her hands up exasperatedly.

“I gotta pee, order me a coffee if anyone comes by today,” she says before getting up and heading to the bathroom. Just as the door swings shut behind Harper, a tall, brown shaggy-haired guy walks out of the men’s room, and after glancing around one last time to make sure no one was already headed towards their table, Maisie gets up as well and follows behind him to the front.

Coming to the front counter, Maisie overhears the shaggy-haired guy talking to a slightly shorter and stockier man leaning against the front counter.

“You pay already?” The taller one asks.

“Yup. Just waiting for my pie. Gettin’ me a fresh piece,” the shorter one says, sounding a little giddy, Maisie notes; she then sets to waiting as she realizes a waiter would be back shortly. The shaggy-haired man huffs and informs his companion he will be waiting in the car, before turning and walking out the door.

After a few seconds Maisie feels the other man’s eyes on her. She peeks out of the corner of her eye to see him roving over her form freely, a smirk pulling at the edge of his lips. She shifts to face him and meets his stunning gaze, easily giving him a warm smile. She lets her own gaze travel briefly over his features, looking over his dark suit then taking in his light, honey brown hair, cut much shorter than his friend’s. He has shining emerald eyes, a spattering of freckles across his face, and a strong jaw covered by a light shadow of stubble.

“Too bad we’re not at a bar so I could buy you a drink,” he starts smoothly, making Maisie laugh softly and shrug.

“I’d be happier with pie, honestly.” At this, the man’s smirk widens to a grin; he takes a step forward, starting to offer his hand, when the waiter comes back and hands him a small to-go container, effectively interrupting their introduction.

The man looks apologetic as he turns away to take his pie, then he pulls his wallet out and grabs a few bills, sliding them towards the waiter.

“And a piece of your best pie for…” He trails off looking to Maisie expectantly.

“Maisie,” she offers.

“Awesome,” the man grins again. “For Maisie,” he finishes. The waiter just nods and accepts the money, inserting it into the cash register and returning the way he'd come.

“Hope I see you around, Maisie, enjoy the pie,” the man says, giving her a wink as he starts towards the door.

“I'll be sure to think of you as I savor it,” Maisie returns with a playful smirk. He shakes his head, then with one last smile in her direction, turns and exits the diner. Maisie watches him for a moment longer, noticing his bowlegged walk, and the phrase ‘hate to see you leave, love to watch you go’ quickly comes to her mind. She bites on her bottom lip and turns back to the counter, anticipating the return of the waiter.

She isn’t left waiting for long as the waiter returns swiftly with her pie in hand. Before he gets a chance to disappear again, Maisie orders a coffee for Harper and asks for menus to be brought along with the coffee to their table. She makes her way back to their table and slides in on her side, facing an impatient-looking Harper.

“Glad to see you're enjoying your sister’s suffering. I'm sure you're gonna love that pie,” Harper quips bitterly. Maisie quickly shakes off the small smile she hadn't realized she was sporting, before picking up her fork and taking a bite.

“Mmmm I love this pie,” Maisie brags exaggeratedly. Harper scowls in return.

“It's not my fault you had to go to the bathroom while I was ordering your coffee and flirting with Mr. Perfect face,” Maisie continues, scooping another bite of pie into her mouth. At this, Harper perks up slightly.

“Mr. Perfect face?” Harper queries and Maisie nods resolutely.

“Perfect face. Complete with freckles, a killer jawline, and these stunning eyes. God, I could stare at him for days on end,” Maisie replies dreamily. “Bought me the pie too!” She beams. However intrigued Harper usually would have been, this time her bitterness wins out; rolling her eyes, she continues to frown at Maisie.

Maisie remains unfazed, proceeding to savor her pie. Suddenly Harper's eyes light up as the waiter finally approaches their table and sets Harper’s coffee in front of her, followed by two menus.

After the waiter disappears, the girls browse the menus and Harper begins discussing the pressing situation at hand. “So, I guess we should head over to the abduction sites after eating. How does that sound?”

Maisie nods. “Yeah, it’ll help pass the time til’ we get to the juicy stuff,” Maisie waggles her eyebrows. “And maybe we can find something more to help us catch the son of a bitch,” she adds more somberly.

After a satisfactory meal at the diner, now rated four stars by Harper and Maisie, one star deducted by Harper for the poor waiting time; the sisters perform a thorough search of the abduction sites, which come up empty, then head back to Hunk-O-Mania. The sign is now lit up with neon lights, insinuating the club is open.

Maisie hops out eagerly and wastes no time making it to the building while Harper trails behind grudgingly, taking a quick stock of the building before entering behind Maisie. Once inside, they are soon greeted by a tall, lean, tan-skinned man, wearing only a pair of low hanging jeans.

“Hello, ladies, welcome to Hunk-O-Mania,” he flexes each of his pecs as he says the name, making Maisie snort and Harper scrunch her nose in distaste. “Can I show you ladies to a good time?” His winning smile never falters.

“No, you can show us to your boss. FBI,” Harper retorts, whipping out her badge for him to see, encouraging a grinning Maisie to follow suit. The man’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Uh, yes, Agents, right this way.” He turns, leading them passed tables of women laughing and taking shots, and up a flight of stairs. He knocks on an open glass door leading into a spacious room, only somewhat resembling an office, with matching glass windows lining the room, giving a view of the club downstairs.

“Hey, boss, FBI here,” the man nods towards Maisie and Harper. A neatly dressed oriental man, with highly pronounced cheekbones, looks over at them from where he stands looking out of one of the large windows.

“Thank you, Thunder D,” he nods at him, the ghost of an amused smirk touching his lips. “Please, come in, ladies,” the boss beckons them.

“Agents Finch and Fitz,” Harper says with authority, revealing their badges and letting him glance over them before the girls put them away.

“Huong Jun Seo,” he replies politely. He extends his hand; Maisie and Harper each take their turns, firmly shaking it. “How can I help you, agents?”

Harper pulls out the photo of Cannon Isaacson, the blonde-headed man from the security cameras, and hands it to Huong. “Have you seen him lately? We need to ask him a few questions.”

He glances over the photo before handing it back to Harper. “He’s missed work four nights in a row now. You won’t find him here.”

“Any clue as to where we can find him or who else we should talk to?” Maisie asks. Huong looks thoughtful for a moment before answering.

“I don’t know where you can find him, but the last week or so before he stopped coming in, there was a man that had started to become fairly regular and seemed to take a liking to him. One of the other performers can probably give you more to go on,” Huong adds.

“Okay, thank you for your time, Mr. Seo. Here's how you can reach us if you remember anything else.” Harper hands him a card with their business number. He takes it and nods in acquiescence.

“Of course, agents. I would appreciate it if you could be discreet. If it's all the same to you, ” Huong concludes. The girls agree as they make their way out of his office and head back down the stairs, looking for the next person to question.

Maisie makes eye contact with one of the hunks and starts making her way toward him with a hesitant Harper trailing behind. “Hey,” Maisie says with a suave smile. The hunk smiles back and opens his mouth to reply only to have Harper cut him off before he utters a word.

“Mind if we ask you a few questions?” Harper asks, revealing her FBI badge and giving him a forced smile. Maisie gives a small pout in Harper's direction as she follows suit.

“Uh sure, what can I help you with?” He replies, after flicking his eyes between the two of them.

“I could think of a few things…” Maisie mumbles barely under her breath, earning an elbow in her ribcage from an unimpressed Harper.

“We’re looking for this man.” Harper provides the hunk with the picture of Cannon before continuing, “Mr. Seo informed us he was seen with a man who became fairly regular, and that one of you might be able to add to that information. What can you tell us?”

“Ahh, Mean Dean Dazzle,” the hunk says with a smirk.

“Mean Dean Dazzle?” Maisie asks puzzled while Harper only stares with her eyebrows scrunched together.

“Yeah, that's his stage name. One of our best performers if you ask me. Didn't even know he was gay until Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious started showing up,” he answers with a shrug.

“So they were involved?” Harper asks.

The hunk looks slightly conspiratorial as he replies, “As much as they were always eye fucking, I'd say definitely.” Maisie tries to hide her giggle and he grins at her, before frowning slightly. “Also, I think I saw them leave together that last night before Mean Dean skipped out on us,” he adds.

Harper nods then asks, “Did you happen to get a name for this ‘mysterious’ guy?”

“I think he's just Guy.”

“Yes, we have established he's a guy; I need a name for the guy,” Harper shoots back exasperatedly.

The hunk just laughs as he responds, “Yeah, his name is Guy.”

“Oh” is all Harper can manage. Maisie just shakes her head but manages not to laugh before she bails Harper out of her awkward predicament.

“Got any security cameras around here?”

“You lookin’ for some entertainment,” the hunk raises an eyebrow at her. Maisie smirks.

“Any other time I'd say you read my mind, but unfortunately today I'm working. We need to know what Guy looks like.”

“Well, can't help you there. Down here is a little too dark for cameras,” the hunk concedes.

“Alright, thank you for your time. Maybe I'll see you around,” Maisie adds with grin.

“Anytime you want,” he quips, sending her a wink as she turns to go. Maisie can hear Harper groaning as they make their way to the exit.

“I'm sorry sis, did you want to hop on that? I'll back off, no worries,” Maisie teases patronizingly.

Harper attempts to ignore her by rushing forward, head down, but only manages to bump right into another shirtless male. She puts her hands up to push herself away but realizes her mistake when they land right on the man's bare chest, her face going red.

“Fuck me,” she mutters. The man raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth to speak, but Harper interjects, “No, not you!” She rolls her eyes and steps back, shooting a glare over her shoulder at a nearly hysterical Maisie. “Fuck off,” Harper says to her before storming out of the club and letting the door slam in Maisie’s face.

Once outside Harper takes a deep breath and goes to cross the street, but as she looks to make sure no vehicles are coming, she catches a glimpse of a gas station, right across from the side of the strip club. Maisie emerges through the club doors just as Harper changes course to head towards the gas station.

“Harp, where are you going? Wait up,” Maisie calls after her but Harper just continues in her determined strides.

“Ugh don’t be like this, Harper. I promise one day you’ll be laughing about it too,” Maisie insists, catching up with Harper and trying to match her pace.

“Look, I know that wasn’t the ideal situation for you, but you sure a gas station bathroom would be better than a strip club bathroom?” Maisie questions, hoping she can get something out of Harper to explain their intended direction. Harper just rolls her eyes and replies with a single word.

“Cameras,” she nods in the direction of the gas station. Maisie’s lips form an “O” and she nods slowly in understanding. They walk the remaining few feet in relative silence, the only sound being their feet hitting the concrete. Reaching the gas station, Maisie strides a few steps ahead to open the door and hold it for Harper.

“Suck up,” Harper chides as she passes Maisie, entering the building.

“First of all, you know that’s not true, you’ve just always been jealous that I have a naturally sweet disposition; second, why can’t I just do something considerate for my sister because I love her? Chivalry isn’t dead you know,” Maisie retorts, following Harper in and letting the door close behind her.

“Sweet is not the word I would use to describe you,” Harper shoots back with a small, sarcastic laugh. Before Maisie can respond, the clerk greets them with a resigned smile as she sets down her magazine.

“What can I help you with tonight?” Harper and Maisie pull out their badges once again as they come to the counter, and hold them up for her to see.

“Do you have security cameras that have a view of the club across the street?” Harper asks the middle aged woman, whose name tag reads ‘Sheri’. She thinks for a moment before answering.

“Yes, ma’am, I think we do have one.”

“Well, we’re going to need to take a look at some footage from it,” Harper informs her. The woman nods and shuffles over to where a keyboard and mouse rest, under a monitor set up facing partially towards her and partially towards the girls and the rest of the store.

“Have a particular date you’re looking for?” She asks.

“Five nights ago, probably pretty late, or early morning four days ago,” Harper replies. The clerk nods again and starts typing momentarily, before reaching to turn the monitor towards Maisie and Harper. The time stamp on the video reads eleven and Maisie asks Sheri to start slowly fast forwarding the footage.

After a few minutes, as the time stamp nears two in the morning, a nondescript, dark van pulls up to the side of Hunk-O-Mania. A few seconds later, what looks like their suspect exits the club through a side door and proceeds to the passenger side of the van, taking a brief look around him before he climbs inside. Right as the van starts to turn the corner and drive off, Harper directs Sheri to stop the footage.

“Bingpot!” Maisie practically shouts, making Sheri give a little yelp and even startling Harper. “Sorry… I’ll write the number down.” Maisie has the decency to look sheepish as she pulls out her notepad and diligently writes out all the letters and numbers she can make out from the van’s license plate.

“Well, thank you, Sheri. You’ve been very helpful. I hope you have a nice night,” Maisie smiles at the woman before she and Harper turn and exit the store.

“You have got to stop using that reference; there are so many more appropriate words,” Harper groans in complaint to Maisie’s outburst.

“You can pry it from my cold, dead hands,” Maisie declares.

“That can be arranged,” Harper counters.

Realizing that Philip won’t be at the police department until the morning, Harper and Maisie head home to check on Piper and get some rest. Once Harper puts the truck in park, Maisie hops out, heading inside without waiting. When Harper finally makes it into the house, Maisie is explaining to Piper the developments that had occurred in their investigation throughout the day and how much closer they are to finding Ellis.

“We’ll talk to Philip tomorrow morning and go from there, okay?” Maisie gives Piper a reassuring smile.

Harper runs a hand through her hair as she adds, “So, let's go get some sleep, and finish this tomorrow.”

Piper nods, looking defeated but hanging in there; Maisie wraps an arm around her, attempting to comfort her and leads her upstairs to bed.

Before Harper heads up to get herself to bed as well, she heads to the kitchen, whistling lightly as she checks Neptune and Gandalf's water bowls. Nodding satisfactorily, she waits until she hears the familiar tapping of the dogs paws against the smooth wood floors as they run to meet her and she heads toward the sound.

Upon seeing Neptune and Gandalf, Harper drops to one knee and smiles tiredly as they come to greet her, nuzzling against her arms.

“Hey, buddies, aren't you a sight for sore eyes,” Harper says, before dropping a quick kiss to Neptune’s head. She stands up again and heads towards the stairs, patting her thigh to signal to the dogs to follow her up.

“It's bedtime, boys,” she mumbles, trudging up the stairs. Once Harper conquers the stairs and arrives at her room, she immediately drops on top of her comforter, Neptune jumping up beside her.

She kicks off her boots and wiggles out of her jeans, plucking her phone from the pocket before they fall to the ground. As she plugs the charger into her phone for the night, Harper realizes she had better send Philip the license plate number tonight so he can get to it first thing in the morning.

As Harper unlocks her phone, she notices that she has an unread text messages from Danny. Staying true to his word, he texted her earlier in the night about their coffee date. But she was too busy working to even notice. Harper stares at the message for a moment, reading it a few times, but decides it will have to wait for now. Getting back on track, an exhausted Harper types out a quick, rather sloppy email with a picture of the license plate attached.

Philip, need run license plate. Vampy suspect, p please. Vroom vroom motherfucker. Luv, u fav sister

Looking back on this email at a later date, Harper will wonder what the fuck she was even doing. But in the end, it conveyed the message well enough; though much to the annoyance of Philip.

The next day, the three girls wait out the hours, which seem to go by agonizingly slow, until Philip comes through with the information they need to get to the vampires. The only thing remotely interesting while they waited was the momentary surprise of Arthur finally emerging from the guest room, and the girls trying to subtly cover up their eagerness for his departure by supplying him with breakfast to go. Once Arthur was packed in a cab that Maisie had called for him and sent on his way, Piper turns to Harper and Maisie looking puzzled.

“Was he here the whole time with me yesterday?” She asks. To which they shrug out a guilty apology and promise to let her watch her favorite movie to bide the time. “I think it’s about time for a Count of Monte Cristo fix,” Piper agrees, satisfied. Several classic movies and two take-out orders later, the phone call from Philip finally comes, along with the only known address attached to the owner of the van. It’s time to put down the pizza and pick up a machete.

The girls jump to their feet, grab everything they need, and are ready to jump in Harper’s truck when they notice Piper looking determined to head out that door with them. Harper and Maisie exchange looks before turning on Piper.

“Red, you have to stay put, it’ll be better for everyone if we’re not having to worry about you too,” Harper pleads using her nickname for her. Piper doesn’t budge, giving them a steely look.

“And I’ll be climbing the walls with worry if I’m stuck here.” She then focuses her stare on Maisie. “If you dare shut the door in my face, I will hotwire that damn mustang if I have to, and follow after you,” Piper threatens. Maisie’s eyes suddenly look as if they might pop out of her head.

“Okie dokie, well there’s no arguing with this one, I call shotgun,” Maisie almost shouts as she darts to the truck. Piper smirks and brushes passed a fuming Harper, who is inches away from punching something. Or someone.

Once everyone is seated in the truck, Harper peels out of the garage and towards the road without a word. Maisie quietly attempts to find a decent radio station, but just as she settles on one of her favorites, the classic rock station, Harper suddenly swats her hand away and turns the radio off.  

“Savage,” Maisie mutters under her breath as she sulkily looks outside, her arm resting on the rolled down window. She closes her eyes momentarily, the wind caressing her fingertips. But her fleeting moment of peace is interrupted when she feels the window pushing on her arm, and as her eyes snap open, she realizes Harper is rolling her window up. Quickly pulling her arm back into the cab of the truck, she side-eyes Harper with contempt while Harper continues to watch the road, looking unfazed. But Maisie could tell by her death grip on the steering wheel that Harper is still quietly seething.

After what feels like hours of a rocky silence, they can finally see their destination nearing. It was the complete opposite of anything they imagined a vampire hideout to be. There was an unlit sign, barely hanging on for dear life to the stone awning of the one-story building, that they could make out in the darkness to say, ‘Holy Cow’.

“What the fuck?” Maisie sputters, as her eyes take in the life-size metal cow, backed by a rainbow twice its’ size, sitting on the roof of the seemingly deserted, one-story building. Pulling closer, Harper shuts off the headlights and eases into park caddy-corner to the ‘Holy Cow: Casino & Brewery’.

Maisie and Piper both reach for their doors at the same time, but while Maisie hops out with no problem, Piper finds she can’t get her door to open. Before she starts to question what’s happening, Harper reaches into the back seat and snaps a pair of handcuffs on one of Piper’s wrists before fastening the other end to the hand-bar above the window. Harper pushes her door open then and turns back to see Piper’s expression go from surprise to anger.

“What the hell is this?” Piper exclaims.

“You really thought you could get away with threatening Maisie’s Sweetheart and pissing me off?” Harper retorts, glaring at her. “Maisie put the child lock on, easier to handcuff you that way. Now, stay in the fucking truck,” she adds angrily before slamming the door shut and locking the truck.

Maisie walks over to Harper, handing her a machete and brandishing her own specialized weapon of choice: a long whip of tightly packed plates of silver, with a thick strap of leather soaked in dead man’s blood wound around. And at the tip, a sharpened piece of iron is fastened on, for good measure.

The girls march toward the abandoned building, weapons in hand and ready for a fight. As they approach the front, muffled noises come from behind the closed doors, crashing and groans of pain. Harper and Maisie share a confused look before one of them signals to enter the desolate building.

Kicking the doors inwards and striding towards the chaos, the girls take a split second to take stock of their surroundings and the situation in front of them. Two machete-toting men are attempting to fight off three vampires, throwing punches and swinging wildly. Three dead bodies litter the ground with a fourth body tied up and slumped against a pillar.

Harper and Maisie jump into action after registering who the monsters are, wasting no time getting to the struggling hunters. Maisie heads for the vampire who had just thrown the shorter of the two hunters back onto a table left askew, effectively knocking his machete across the floor. Just as the vampire tries to go in for the kill, Maisie raises her arm, and with one expert flick of her wrist, her whip is wrapped around the vampire’s neck. The iron tip embedded in the vampire’s skin, Maisie yanks back hard on the whip, and with a grunt from Maisie and a brisk snap, the vampire’s head is severed.

Kicking the vampire’s useless body out of the way, Maisie steps up and extends her hand to the disarmed hunter, helping him regain his footing. Now face to face with the hunter, a grin spreads itself across Maisie’s face as she recognizes him to be the man from the diner who had bought her pie. A quiet look of awe is displayed on the man’s features, but before either of them can say anything, their attention is drawn by a cry coming from the taller hunter.

“Sam!” The hunter’s deep voice resonates across the dark space.

The second vampire is standing with its’ foot on the collapsed hunters ankle, his foot turned at a nasty angle. In the next moment, Harper rushes over from checking on the unconscious victim and delivers a swift blow across the vampire’s neck with her machete. Pushing off the lifeless body, Harper and the hunter, Sam, see each other clearly for the first time. He pushes his long brunette hair out of his face, making sure he is seeing a clear image of Harper. His hazel eyes widen in surprise and his lips part as he takes in her appearance. Stunned, she squints at him with the ghost of smile playing at the edges of her lips.

Suddenly, the crash of a heavy door echoes through the room; Harper and Maisie instinctively run toward the sound, leaving the two hunters behind to take care of themselves. Maisie pushes through the door first, Harper right on her heels. But they are seconds too late as the last vampire speeds down the street.

“Dammit.”

“Shit,” Harper and Maisie curse at the same time.

Accepting the escape of the monster, they turn and head back into the building to confront their fellow hunters. Harper tries to contain her elated emotions as they walk towards Sam and his companion. Harper catches Sam’s questioning eyes, giving him a mischievous smile before addressing him.

“Well, after all these years, I almost thought I’d never see you again, Sam Winchester.”