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Bad Cop Act || Sam Winchester w/ PODFIC

Imagine… When a case takes too long to move along, Y/n takes it into their own hands.

Request: "Could you please do the 'No doubt, that's the stupidest thing you've ever done' prompt with Sam, please?"

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Sam and Y/n were in the middle of questioning the partner of one of the victims. Usually, this sort of thing won't take long; in for a quick chat and out before you know it, it was routine.

That wasn't the case for this one.

The victim's husband, Ms Myers, held back information, and it was clear by her mannerisms. It was as if she wasn't even trying to hide that she was lying to them; which frankly started to get on Y/N's nerves.

"Ms Myers, can you tell me if you noticed anything odd? or different on the night of the incident?" Sam spoke.

"Um, well," She began, looking between the two hunters (not that she knew they were hunters) and shut off yet again, "uh, no, there's nothing odd that comes to mind."

You've got to be kidding me, Y/N let out a huff in frustration as they lean forward, elbows on their knees, hands cupped in front of them, lips curled in a menacing smile and as their eyes held a sharp intent look.

"I don't mean to be disrespectful, Ms Myers," Their voice came out like venom, and it sent a shiver down Sam's back and made his hairs stand on end; whatever comes next is going to be messy.

"I know that you been through a lot with all that has happened to you in the past couple days, but I do kindly ask you to cut the bullshit."

"Ex-excuse me!?" Ms Myers manages out, eyes wide and mouth hung ajar.

Y/N rolled their eyes, "You're hiding something. Evident by the stammering, not meeting our eyes when answering questions, constantly figging. We could choke it up to nervousness, or" They leaned closer, scanned Ms Myer's face as their lips curled in a dangerously innocent smile, "you had something to do with your own husband's death."

"What? No! I would never!"

"Then what is there to hide? Are your protecting someone perhaps?"

"I-uh-"

"Agent, I think that is enough." Sam held his hand in front of Y/n asking them to stop, but they don't meet his eyes and are still looking at Ms Myers.

"No innocent person would be acting like this, Agent. You know that."

"I loved my husband! I would never-"

"Then you won't have anything to hide, would you?"

Sam shot Y/n warning glared before he turned to Ms Myers with an apologetic look, " Ms Myers, I'm so sorry about my partner's-"

"Well, I'm not," They earned themself another glare.

"No, it- it's quite already." Ms Michael said, "there is something I haven't been telling the two of you."

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The hunter duo walked out of the house and onto the driveway; Y/n carried a satisfied grin on their face, and Sam a disapproving look on his.

Y/n turned around to face Sam and noticed he didn't look so thrilled as they were, "What?"

"Was any of that necessary?"

"I mean," They look up at him with a sheepish smile as they rocked on the balls of their feet, "It worked, didn't it?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh, "No doubt. That's the stupidest thing you ever have done."

"You can't argue with the results there, Sammy."

He looked at their genuinely proudful smile and knew he couldn't argue with their point; though he didn't like how they got the results they wanted.

As he glanced back at the house they just walked out of they saw Ms Myers watching them from behind their curtains.

"I think that is our cue to leave. Come on, we have a case to get done."

#Sam Winchester Imagine #Sam Winchester Imagines #Sam Winchester x Reader #Supernatural imagine #Supernatural imagines #spn imagine #supernatural #thee oracle written #Podfic #Oracle Podfic

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theeoracle-written · 3 years ago

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Unexpected Team-Up || Oliver Queen w/ PODFIC

IMAGINE… The Green Arrow meeting a newbie vigilante on the field

Fandom: Arrow (CW), ArrowVerse Word: 200 (Ficlet) Tags: They/Them!Reader

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Backed to a corner, Y/N scanned for any weak points in the gang in front of them. They cursed under their breath as the enemy drew closer.

Seeing no way out, they decided they at least would not be going down without a fight.

They raced towards the enemy. Gunshots fired around them, and before they could near the opposition a dark green blur jumped in front of them.

Y/N staggered back, and instinctively lifted their gloved hands to strike. The figure turned docking under the swing shooting an arrow towards a person behind Y/N.

Y/n's eyes widen as they realize who is in front of them.

“You need to watch your back,” A raspy voice sounded out form under the green hood of the figure.

“Yes, of course, Green Arrow, sir,” They said in a bit of a daze taking in the fact that they are speaking to Thee Green Arrow of Starling City. They focused back on the task at hand as eyes caught on a figure behind the green arrow.

“Duck!” They shouted out. They leaped over the hooded vigilante and striked one of the henchmen before they could cause any harm.

"You know, we should work together. This is a very cool team up," they turned back to the hooded figure with a bit of a smile.

"Yeah, let’s get out of the situation first."

"Yeah, of course, of course."

#Oliver Queen Imagine #Oliver Queen x Reader #Green Arrow x Reader #Green Arrow imagine #arrowverse x reader #Thee Oracle Written #Ficlet

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theeoracle-written · 3 years ago

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I always thought that I was X reader writer that is fine with just sharing their stories online without much need for like, reblogs or much Community interaction. Just writing because I love the craft.

But then someone comes along with a short essay about one of my writing and I’m like “you know, maybe this isn’t that bad.”

Like I do not need likes likes, reblogs and short essays, but damn do they not want me to get back to writing faster.

#Oracle Spoken

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theeoracle-written · 3 years ago

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IMAGINE: Jaskier tending to a friend after they returned from a monster hunt exhausted, and braiding their hair too. Cause why not? Jaskier & Reader Fic. (And fic, not Slash fic)

Fandom: The Witcher (Netflix/Book) Word: 1.4K (Ficlet) Tags: They/Them!Reader, Fluff

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(Y/N) collapsed onto the bed in a heap of exhaustion. Their hair stuck to their face as they didn’t bother to dry off. Their exhaustion was bone-deep having been at a monster hunt not long ago that didn’t end as cleanly as they wished; figuratively and literally.

Soon after their collapse, the room’s door opened and the floorboards creaked underneath the weight of the new presence that had entered the room. (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle to greet the new arrival. Nor did they make any indication that they heard the new present in the room, to begin with.

The person paused their actions and stared at the collapsed exhausted hunter with curiosity, but still did not get any response out of the still figure.

"You’d think you would at least dry yourself off before heading to bed," The person spoke. The familiar song-like tone of the bard, Jaskier, rang through the room in amusement which was juxtaposed by (Y/N)'s low drained groan.

They turned their head to the side to give Jaskier the decency of eye contact for this conversation, and simply replied, "Too exhausted."

Jaskier snorted, “I see that, but you don't plan on sleeping like that, do you?"

(Y/N) stared blankly and did not react in the slightest.

“Gods, if you're not going to die to a monster, you will be dying of sickness. Come on now,” He strode across the room, looped his arm with (Y/N)’s. He pulled his friend up right, and the hunter allowed themself to be dragged limply.

“You really were going to leave it this wet? You really are such a mess.”

(Y/N) involuntarily snorted at the comment.

Jaskier paused, “Oi! I didn’t mean it like that, get your mind out of the gutter.”

The bard swatted his friend at the back of the head which earned him another chuckle. (Y/N) covered their mouth to muffle their laughter.

Jaskier shook his head and brought a towel from across the room, and began to dry off (Y/N)‘s hair.

“It really isn’t that hard. You really should tend to yourself,” He muttered.

(Y/N) hummed in response.

A few minutes into Jaskier patting dry (Y/N)’s hair, (Y/N)’s eyes fell shut relaxing in their current situation leaving themself at Jaskier’s care.

Having dried off (Y/N)'s hair, (Y/N) opened their eyes sensing the lack of presence behind them. They turned and found Jaskier across the room looking through his travel bag. “Are we done?” (Y/N) asked.

“No, just looking for a brush.” “You know, you don't have to.”

“Are you going to do it yourself?” Jaskier raised a brow, and (Y/N) looked away with no response. He huffed out amused and carried on with his search, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Just continue sitting there looking pretty. You're good at that.”

(Y/N) smiled wide, “Am I?”

Jaskier glanced at the hunter and shook his head once more, a smile creeping its way onto his lips.

Finding what he was looking for, he stood in front of his friend holding out the brush towards them as if it were one of their hunting knives, asking once more, “Are you going to do it?”

(Y/N) looked between the brush and Jaskier, thinking it through. It didn’t take them long to come to a decision, “I prefer it if you do it.”

Jaskier blinked, processing. He sighed and sat behind his friend, “You’re hopeless.”

“Well, that is why I have you right?”

“I thought I was around because I am great company.” “That too.”

(Y/N) fell into a trance as Jaskier dragged the brush through their hair. Jaskier would occasionally detangling any hardy knots with his fingers if need be, which was the only break in the resting actions, but (Y/N) didn’t mind.

(Y/N) was more focused on the close company than what was being done to their hair that they didn't realize how far their mind wandered; Jaskier was in a similar state. Though his hands were going through the motions of brushing through (Y/N)’s hair. At some point his mind had wandered off too. Trusting his hands to still be doing what they are meant to, he took comfort in the silence with his friend.

The two sat in comfortable silence the rest for a few more minutes, allowing each other to sit in each other’s company.

(Y/N) was dragged back to their mind momentarily still feeling Jaskier’s hands on their hair, and wondered how long have they been sitting here?

“You have been at it for a while, Jas. You sure you aren't pulling my hair out at this point?”

That snapped Jaskier back to himself, “What?” “My hair?” (Y/N) reached their hand out to where Jaskier’s hands were working. They grabbed the bard’s hand, their fingers grazed their own hair and they paused their motion, “Jaskier? What…?”

“That’s, uh,” He looked down at his work, “That’s a braid. I didn't realize I did that. I’ll detangle–”

(Y/N) didn’t let go of Jaskier’s hand.

“(Y/N)?”

“It’s fine. Leave it in.”

“Really?”

“It’s already there. Besides, I’m sure, it’s fine,” (Y/N) shrugged, letting go of the bard.

“You haven't even seen it.”

“We’ll you're good with your hands, Bard. Can't be that bad. Plus must be at the very least decent if you managed to do it while wandering off.”

Jaskier hummed with a smile, “You're not wrong. It does look great.”

“Nothing to be concerned about.”

Jaskier finished off the braid; faster now that he paid attention to what he was doing. He brushed down any loose strands before standing up admiring his work.

His eyes met (Y/N)’s, and the bard’s heart stuck to his throat. (Y/N)'s eyes were lidded, barely keeping themself awake.

“Okay you can head off to bed now,” Jaskier placed his hands on his friend’s shoulder lightly pushing them down on their pillow.

“Wait, no. I haven't seen it yet,” (Y/N) half heartedly swatted the hands away, but laid down on the bed regardless.

Jaskier looked around the room for a mirror out in the open then back at his friend, “It’ll take me a bit to find a mirror, (Nickname). Best you sleep then you can fully admire my hadid work in the morning. You know, after you’re well rested.”

(Y/N) wanted to argue, but their head was around placed on a pillow. Any fight they had in their system dissipated as they struggled to get their eyes open.

“I better find a mirror by my bedside in the morn, Jaskier.” The words trailing off at the end of the sentence, not having any energy left in them to speak clearly.

Jaskier smiled, promising his friend. He went over to his side of the room and grabbed his lute; the thing he was initially here for. He headed towards the door. He turned to his friend who laid at peace, endeared by their friend and smiled.

Jaskier headed down into the main part of the tavern to play for the rest of that night.

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The next morning, (Y/N) joined Geralt & Jaskier for breakfast. Though the bard was already on stage prepping which sets to use for the morning’s performance; too early for such a thing, (Y/N) would say, had they had the energy to argue.

(Y/N) was half way through downing their food when they noticed Geralt's eyes on them. They questioned him about it, and Geralted huffed out amused with the younger one’s lack of table mammar, having asked the question with a mouth full.

The witcher nodded towards something over (Y/N)’s head.

They turned to follow where the white haired male indicated. Finding nothing, they faced the witcher who stared at them with a brow raised, and an amused smirk on his lips; they’re missing something.

They patted their faces to see if there were any crumps that were causing the man’s reaction. Before the man in question motions to reach higher. They followed directions, squinting at the man confused.

They reached up to their forehead, their hairline, before reaching at– their eyes widened when they realized what he was pointing at. Frankly, they forgot it was there.

“What? Don't like it?” They pulled at their braids, trying to get a glance at it from the corner of their eye before dropping it. He shrugged, “Just something I noticed. You don't usually braid your hair.”

“Well,” (Y/N) heard the familiar strumming of the lute on stage, and turned to watch Jaskier set up on stage, “just thought I would try something new, I guess."

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theeoracle-written · 3 years ago

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Jaskier x Reader [HeadCanon]

(Didn't know how to turn this idea into a short fic, so here is an "imagine if you will" sort of writing. Enjoy!)

Imagine if you will a scenario where Y/N learns Jaskier's name in some sort of way but doesn't really use it. It's not that Jaskier said not to, he honestly doesn't care much.

But at some point, Y/n uses the name to indicate to Jasker that they aren't doing well without outright saying it.

Like Jaskier would be strumming his lute, and Y/N would walk up with no real indication that they are upset and would say, “Hey Julian, mind if I join you?” And Jaskier just knows. He knows something is up.

He would let them join him, and go on as if nothing is wrong. After some time he would stir the conversation to what is bothering them. Or he just remains there as a silent companion.

Y/N is aware that they do it; it's a wholly conscious thing. Sometimes it is easier to walk up to a person and ask for comfort, help or companionship without right saying it.

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if anyone uses this idea for any fic, even if it isn't Witcher, tag me! I would love to read it.

If you have any ideas you would like to share, you can send them in the ask/request box!!

#jaskier imagine #jaskier imagines #jaskier x reader #geralt fanfic #the witcher imagines #x reader #Thee Oracle Written #They/Them Reader #Enby Reader

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Winchester By Blood | Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean and Y/n Winchester were always at each other's throats and it took a fight and getting captured by a Jinn to get them to learn how much they care for one another.

Words: 2K Tags: Self Deprecation, Mention of Death, Angst. (If you think a certain tag should be added, please inform me!)

Note: I wrote this fic a few years back on AO3, I was planning on re-writing it then posting it but maybe I will leave that for later. Also, a thing to note in this is the fact that the pronouns used for the reader here is “she/her,” in my re-write that may change.

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Y/n Winchester exited the Impala before it was fully parked marching to the motel room that she and her brothers were sharing, Unlocking it, she pushed the door wide open and stormed in.

She dropped her suit on the ground and went over to her bag to get a change of clothes when she heard heavy footsteps behind her and the motel door slamming shut.

She flinched at the sound but didn't turn around knowing what, or who was the cause of the noise, "What the hell was that?" She heard Dean voice filled with irritation and anger.

"That was you slamming the door Dean," Came her reply. Not bothering to turn to Dean and continued going through her bag.

"Don't give me that! You almost ruined the case!"

"I tried okay!" She dropped the clothes in her hand and finally turned to him, "I'll do better next time! I only went on a hand full of these!"

"Then you should have thought of that before tagging along! That is why Dad wanted you out of the life; you'll only drag us down."

Y/n felt a ting of pain at the mention of her Father and sneered at Dean, "Well excuse me for not knowing how things go! Unlike you, my whole life wasn't revolved around the supernatural! I wasn't a hunter till recently."

"And you're still not," He snapped back face red with rage, "Why not go back to that life? We don't need you here. Sam and I are fine without you."

Y/N’s hand clutched at her hands into her fist at her side feeling herself shake from all the pent-up emotions,"Oh, is that what you think?"

"I think Dad kept you out of the life for a reason, maybe to keep you safe maybe to keep ruining actual hunters cases. Either way, you should leave before someone gets hurt."

Y/N looked at the ground eyes pain from holding in tears 'I'm not crying in front of him. No way.'

"Fine," she spat out turning away from him picking up her bag and placing her belongings inside. She couldn't see Dean's expression change at her what she said.

"Y/N, I-" He started but stopped when he saw the look on her face. Her eyes were red as tears fell from either side of her face.

She picked up her bag and made her way to the door pausing for a moment besides Dean, "You know what Dean, ever since we first meet you were a pain in the ass and I tolerated it cause you and Sam were the only family I had left, but it seemed to didn't see it that way. You never saw me as a Winchester, and you never saw me as family. So you want me gone? Fine, don't bother looking for me."

- - -

Sam let out a sigh as he combed his hand through his hair. He was researching the case they were on and they had all the evidence they need and knew what they'll be facing. All they need now is the location but Sam just couldn't seem to concentrate, "Y/N hasn't returned back since yesterday... should we look for her?"

When Sam asked him, Dean was sitting on a bed in the room cleaning out a gun, "She might already be out of town. Why bother?"

Sam let out a sigh at Dean's comment remembering Dean explaining what happen between him and Y/N, "Do you have to shout at her?"

Dean paused at the question before continuing cleaning the gun, "She would have ruined the case, Sam. I can't deal with her messing it up and it going wrong."

"And how is she going to know what she did was wrong if you just shout her Dean?"

Dean placed the gun down on his lap and turned to his younger brother with a stern look on his face, "Why are we still talking about her? She left, end of story," He looked down and added lightly, "It's probably for the best anyway, she's safer that way."

Not a word was said after that, they both sat in silence returning back to what they were previously doing.

"I think I found it," Sam announced breaking the silence, "I know where the victims are"

- - -

They careful moved into the warehouse trying to make noise, in case they might alarm anyone lurking in the dark. They walked cautiously around the place and halted in their place when a sound was heard.

Dean looked back at Sam who only nodded telling Dean that he heard the noise as well. They moved in the direction of the sound, guns at the ready and the victims they were looking for all chained up with tubes attached to them draining them of their blood.

The brothers were about to move to release the victims when they heard a noise from behind them causing them to turn and dodge an oncoming attack, "Sam get them out of here. I'll get rid this one."

Sam didn't say a word and complied whilst Dean took down his attacker, which they both later realize was a Jinn.

Dean leads the Jinn away from Sam and the other victims trying to take it down on his own. He hid behind a corner catching his breath getting his gun ready with silver bullets and wait to charge at the monster.

He shot a bullet between the creature's eyes and at his chest for good measure. He was about to go back to Sam but saw a shadow approaching him and turned to see another Jinn about to ambush him.

He was able to dodge it last second shotting the Jinn and letting it fall lifelessly to the ground. He let out a breath making his way back to Sam seeing him releasing one of the Jinn's victims from their chains, "Sam is everyone-" He stopped at his tracked when he saw the scene before him.

He saw someone chained up and kept standing by chains, with tubes in the person's arms draining the blood out of them making their skin becoming pale in the process. They were so still that you would think the person was dead if it weren't for the light rise of the person's chest as they breathed in.

Dean looked horrified at the sight. He knew who the person is and he desperately wanted it not to be that case, but it can't be mistaken. That was Y/N. His baby sister. Standing in front of him looking half dead and lifeless.

Sam gets her out of the chains, and Dean was frozen in his spot looking on in horror at the sight.

"She isn't.. is she de-"

"She's alive," Sam interrupted him before he can continue that thought," but... she's not waking up. She was asleep for far too long."

"Dream root," Dean quickly said, "We can use that."

"Dean, I'm not sure it'll work. She-"

"We have to try."

Sam saw the determined to look in Dean's eyes and nodded, he pulled out some dream root that he -conveniently- had, "There's only enough for one of us."

"I'm taking it. It's my fault she is like this."

"Dean, this isn't your fault."

"Yes, it is! and we don't have time to discuss this."

Sam nodded and hands him the Dream root.

Y/N sat in the bunker one late night with Dean discussing a case they were preparing to go on.

Dean stood up from his seating to head out of the room,"Well I need to get everything ready for tomorrow, you should do that as well kid."

"Jokes on you, I already got everything set for tomorrow," She smiled up at him before pointing an accusing finger, "And don't call me kid."

He chuckled at her and ruffled her hair, "You're my baby sister. Meaning I get to call you kid."

"Doesn't mean I like it." She muttered.

"You're not supposed to like it."

"Yea, yea." She set him a glare straightening up her hair, Don't you have a place to go."

"Yea, I'll see you tomorrow don't work yourself too hard."

"I make no promises" She calls out to Dean with a smile on her face that didn't last long as he walks out of the room but that bit happiness didn't last long.

"Y/N?" She heard a familiar voice from behind her and turned around to see Dean standing there.

She looked him shocked then looked at where just walked off and back at him,"How? How did you get there? You were just- What?"

Dean walked over to her placing his hands on her shoulders looking her in the eyes, "Y/N this isn't real."

"What?"

"This isn't real," He repeated, "You got captured by a Jinn days ago it placed you in this dream state and now you have to wake up or you'll die," He pauses looking at her expression and frowned in realization, "But you knew that... and didn't try to wake up?"

She looked at the ground not deny what he said.

"Y/N... why?"

She moved his hands away from her shoulders and stepped back looking him in the eyes, "Why should I Dean?"

"Did you not hear me? You'll die"

"So what?!" She snapped.

"Y/N..." He started at you shocked as you stepped back with a neutral expression.

"There is no point in me being out there. I'm useless and only get in the way. Isn't that what you said?"

"Y/N, I didn't-"

"Didn't what? Didn't mean it? Then what did you mean Dean? You know, I try *so* hard to be a great hunter, a good one even, but all you see are faults. My mistakes. Where I went wrong," She burst out giving Dean a hard stare, "Maybe Dad and You were right; maybe the hunting life isn't for me. But... but I want to prove that I can help, that I'm not useless, that I can do something. That maybe if I proved myself you wouldn't think I'm useless, you wouldn't want me gone." She paused saying her next wors lowly, "Won't get rid of me like Dad did."

She didn't realize that tears were streaming down her checks till her vision got blurry. She raised her hands to wipe away the tears when she saw Dean move closer to her.

"Y/N," He called to her but she refused to look at him. After her little confession, she couldn't. He cupped her face in his hand and got her to face her, but she kept her eyes away from him, "Y/N, look at me. Please." Dean's voice sounded desperate.

She looked at him and he gave her a sad smile, "Y/N, you're not useless, far from it. You're smart, you know more lore then both Sam and I do, and you've helped us out of a jam more times then you know. I'll admit, when we met I was horrible, you were our sister that we didn't know about, that lived a life that Sam and I couldn't have but I realized it wasn't fair to be angry at you for that and I looked passed it. Then you decided you wanted to be a Hunter and I was... I was scared, horrified really, that you might get hurt on a hunt and I won't be able to protect you. So I pointed all your faults wanting you to get better cause I wanted you to be able to protect yourself when I couldn't," He let out a huff, "But that did more bad than good. You're an amazing Hunter Y/N . You may not be great on the field yet but I'll help you. Both Sam and I.

She felt her eyes tears once again and her throat dry as she searched for words to say, "You.. you really think I'm a good hunter?"

"More then you know," He smiled at her and smiled back weakly.

She wipes her tears once more spotting an item on the table that she knows wasn't there before. Her eyes didn't leave the object causing Dean to follow her line of sight spotting a gun on the table. She walked to pick it up, eyes never leaving the item, "You know," she started, "this is the gun you gave me for my first hunt. I kinda cherish it."

"Yea, I know, best gun I had," She looked up at him and smiled at him, "You ready?" He asked.

She took a deep breath then nodded. A loud bang was heard before everything turned to black.

- - -

Y/N heard a beeping noise beside her bed and tried to open her eyes to inspect what it was. She managed to open her eyes for just a bit before shutting it again tightly from the bright light of the room.

She tried opening her eyes once more this time prepared for what's to come. Looking around, she realized that she was in a hospital.

She tried to sit up closing her eyes giving out a groan at the numbness she felt all over her body. Before she knew it, she felt strong hands push her down onto the bed.

She opened her eyes and saw Dean standing there, "Hey" He greeted her with a smile.

"Hey..." She greeted back with a dry throat causing her to look around the room for a something to drink.

Dean hands her a cup of water from the bedside table, and she thanked him quietly.

They both sat in comfortable silence while Y/N looked down at the half-full cup of water on her lap, "How long was I out?" She asked awkwardly glancing up at him.

"Almost a week," He huffed, "you gave us quite the scare."

She looked at him and noticed how unrested he was. His hair was a mess the bags under his eyes suggests that he hasn't been sleeping well if at all.

She frowned at the thought of him not sleeping well cause of her, noticing this he asked,"What wrong?"

"How... "She began, "how are you?"

He paused not believing what she just asked him and let out a light laugh and looked at her with fondness, "You're the one that got captured by a Jinn. And you're worried about me?" He shakes his head, "You're quite something, Y/N"

She rolls her eyes at him and playfully sends him a glare,"Well, of course, I am. You are my brother."

His heart warms at her words and his features soften as well giving her a warm smile.

She raised a brow at his reaction, "What?"

"That's the first time you called me that."

She blinked at him and squinted her eyes at him, "Better not be getting soft on me Dea-" She felt the wind get knocked out of her as Dean held her in a tight embrace, "Uh... Dean?"

"I thought I lost you."

She relaxed at his words and couldn't but smile as she hugged him back, "You can't get rid of me that easily Dean. I'm a Winchester after all."

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theeoracle-written · 3 years ago

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Joy of Song | Jaskier

Summary: When news of Jaskier’s old travel companion, Geralt of Rivia, reached Jaskier and Y/n’s ears, Y/n couldn’t miss the change in their friends demeanour at the mention of The Witcher, and they decide to do something about it.

Fandom: The Witcher Tags: Fluff, They/Them!Reader Words: 600+ (Ficlet)

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Y/n was used to the sound of music filling the air around them. They would set up camp for the night with the comforting sounds of – in the background, but this isn’t one of those nights. The camp was void of music. The only sounds filling the space were the crackling of the campfire and the distant sound of crickets.

Their eyes lingered on their friend, Jaskier, as they continued to set up camp. He sat with his head in his hand staring at the crackling flames, but his mind was elsewhere. He had been in this state for most of the day, and Y/n could guess as to why.

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"I never thought I'd see you two work such a simple case like this, guys." The Winchesters froze as they heard the voice emerge from behind them. It was a familiar one, one they almost forgot, one they thought they would never hear again. They turned to face the source of the voice; their mouths went dry, words caught in their throats. They were both shocked at the sight of the figure in front of them. Fore standing in front of them leaning against a wall arms crossed with a familiar smug smirk on their lips was Y/N L/N. "What's wrong boys? Cat got your tongue?"

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Summary: Jaskier and Y/N get trapped in a cell together. Jaskier manages to slip out a odd confession towards his friend.

Writing Prompt: “God, you’re adorable.”

Fandom: The Witcher (Netflix) Word: 400+(Ficlet) Tags: Fluff

Author Note: I originally wrote this as an OC x Jaskier Fic, but felt like people wouldn’t be interested in my characters interacting with their faves so I change all mentions of my OC to Y/N.

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It was a drab, cold cell that both Jaskier and Y/n found themselves inside. Y/n got to work as they scanned every corner and crevasse of their cell for anything that could aid their escape. In the process, Y/n tried their best to avoid any eye contact with Jaskier.

Y/n traced their hands over the wall looking in between the cracks as they heard Jaskier question, “What are you searching for?”

Y/n didn’t reply.

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theeoracle-written · 3 years ago

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Haunting Silence | Supernatural w/Podfic

Summary: Ever since their last case, which ended in the horrific loss of their friend, tension loomed over the Winchester brothers. Refusing to talk about it, they’re left haunted by the memory and the way they failed their friend. Little did they know, it’s not the only thing that haunts them. Fandom: SuperNatural Word: 900 (Ficlet) Tags: Angst, Podfic (Also on my Youtube)

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It has been a hard couple of weeks for the Winchester brothers and there is a cloud of tension that loomed over them they rather not address. That was how things were for them for a while now.

And it can be avoided, of course, if they only talked to one another. But instead, they sat alone in mourning blaming themselves for the faith of their friend.

They never really spoke about it; it was too painful a memory to bring up, but that didn’t stop them from replaying it in their heads, and then going on about how they could have fixed things if they could.

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When Tragedy Strikes; Geralt of Rivia

Request by@watery-lane "I saw that you write for The Witcher AND are keen on angst so I thought I could drop an angsty Witcher x Reader request?🥺 How about the good ol’ unrequited love trope where Geralt simply does not see the cauldron of feelings reader has boiling for him until something happens for the s*it to hit the fan and reader tries to leave+confrontation?"

Summary: "Why does it take tragedy to let out what is in our hearts?"

Refusing for anyone to get hurt on a monster hunt, Geralt pushed Evander away. Unsurprisingly the man tagged along for the hunt anyway, it doesn't go as smoothly after that.

Oracle note: I had written this fic a WHILE BACK. Like, the week i got this request, but I never could have brought myself to complete it. So instead of getting none of it and leave it to gather dust, you get the 1st half of the story since that is all i managed tp get done.

Also, note the fact that the request asked for x reader. While writing I gave "the reader" far too much character that it felt more like an OC; so i made it just that. So meet Evander. The OC for this One Shot.

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Witchers are known to venture alone. As no one would want to deal or even approach them; which made Evander and Geralt an odd duo —Geralt being a Witcher, and Evander, the Human accompanying him. The two have known each other for years, and have had each other's back, but that wasn't always the case.

At first, Geralt thought Evander was out of his depth when it came to hunting or fighting monsters, and he still does think so; Evander despised the man for thinking that. It did not help that the two first met when Geralt stole a job from him, because surely a Witcher could do a better job hunting a monster compared to a normal person, right?

The job had already been given to Evander, but they gave it to Geralt thinking that Evander was incapable of dealing with monsters;it didn't help that Geralt echoed their sentiment. Evander forced himself onto the quest, and into working with Geralt; it became less of a need for coin and more of proving his worth — Geralt saw it as a nuisance with a death wish.

Except for a few bruises here and there, the quest went fine, but Evander wasn't happy with having to tag team, and despite his previous statements, Geralt saw that Evander was more than just talk and shared some of his earnings with him, and they both went on their way after that.

As fate would have it, they met again and again; as if drawn to one another. Sometimes they would talk and catch up, sometimes they went on quests — not something Geralt is fond of; he still believes Evander can't deal with most monsters. The time in which they were apart became shorter and shorter, to which Evander decided it would be best to stick together since their paths aligned as often as it did.

That was years ago.

The two have been venturing together for a while, and went into a town when they realized they were getting short on coin, and needed to get a few quests done to fill up their pouches. Evander was quick to scout out jobs, as that was what the duo decided on when looking for work. —No one would be near a Wicther after all. And as loud and annoying, and very much in your face Evander is (Geralt's words), he is no Witcher and hence, is much more approachable.

Evander got information on a beast, and called over Geralt to listen in. Geralt asked the town's folk more about the creature they had encountered, and as he did so, Evander noticed dread settling on Geralt's features.

For strangers, he masked it well, but Evander knew Geralt enough that he could tell when his friend was worried. He also knew that Geralt wouldn't bring up his concerns unless it was coaxed out of him.

When they both got to their room, Evander brought up Geralt's reaction from when he learned of the monster, and asked if there is anything he should know about so that he won't be caught off guard when they go after it.

Silence hung in the air, and Geralt told Evander that he won't be tagging along for this quest.

Evander rolled his eyes, this isn't the first time he has been told to not tag along, and mentioned that fact to Geralt.

"And this time you will actually listen and stay behind."

"Come on, what makes this any different from the last couple of times you told me to lay off?"

"You might die."

"We fight monsters, Geralt. It's not really a walk in the park, is it?" he paused, "Or is there something more to it than that? What? You still don't think I can handle myself out there? After all these years?"

Geralt took a deep breath to compose himself, then gave his travel companion a hard look. Evander could see the clear stress lines on Geralt's brow, the annoyance in his eye, mixed with something Evander couldn't pin down.

It pulled at Evander's heart to see his friend, as concerned as he is, and slumped down on one of the room's beds with a sigh, "I'm not going like this. I hope you know that."

As Geralt let out a breath, Evander saw his shoulders slump down, stiffness leaving his body, and was unsure how he felt about it. On one hand, Geralt is content with keeping him away and safe. On the other hand, what is Geralt going to be dealing with?

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Geralt walked to where he was informed that the beast's lair resided.

It had been a few hours since he had left Evander behind in the tavern. Geralt couldn't help but imagine his companion being bored out of his mind and possibly causing some form of mayhem around town. He shook his head as he played out the scene, and was shortly pulled back to reality by the sound of a branch snapping behind him.

Geralt was quick to unsheathe his sword. He observed his surroundings, and crept behind trees looking for any hidden creatures.

The lair is still far out. Did the creature stray? Is it trying to head back to the town? Geralt didn't like the last thought, there will be no stopping Evander if it gets anywhere near the town.

A small object flew past Geralt, causing him to pause. He glanced at the object, and crept towards where he assumed the object roughly came from.

Rounding the corner, Stood flat against a tree was Evander, eyes shut, and hoping he had not been caught.

"Evander..."

The man in question opened up an eye and peaked at Geralt. "Hi, love," He glanced over to where he threw the object a few seconds ago and looked back up at his friend, "I really don't know why I thought that would work."

"Head back to the tavern."

"Oh come now, we are halfway to the beast's lair. It's doubtful that you'd walk me back to the tavern with the threat right around the corner, it's also very doubtful that I will leave on my own. So we really have to come to a compromise here."

Gerald blankly stared.

"I meant me tagging along, if you haven't gotten it yet. Shame really, the tavern keeper seemed to take a liking to me."

With a hard look, Geralt turned away from Evander walking away without another word. Evander stared at Geralt's retreating figure, noting the way his friend held himself before following behind

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theeoracle-written · 3 years ago

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Imagine... Flash fanboying over a superhero In the midest of a mission

FANDOM: The Flash, ArrowVerse TAGS: Fluff, They/Them!Reader, Supehero!Reader WORDS: 120+ (Ficlet)

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(H/N) = Hero Name "No way—," Cisco‘s voice sounded out in Barry’s Earpiece. The Flash is currently on a reconnaissance mission when a figure emerged in the midst of it.

At first, he thought he would need to blow his cover and get into a fight, but his heart was put at rest when he recognized who it was that was standing in front of him.

“You’re, oh my god, you’re (H/N),”

The hero, In front of the Flash, tilted their head to the side, curious as to what was just told to them, “That’s right kid, but I'm gonna need you to focus here."

"Yeah, of course anything, (H/N)," Barry couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.

"Uh huh," (H/N) turned away, looking through the rooftop vents into the building they were scouting out.

"You just met—“ Cisco’s voice sounded out again, just as, if not a little bit more excited, than Barry himself.

"I know!”

“Focus up, Flash”

“Yes! Sorry.”

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Request: “Hey I'm here to request a one shot or Imagine from the book your doing of THE Witcher. I was wondering maybe a geralt x f! Witcher reader.Like maybe she gets injured during a monster hunt or something?"

Summary: "When Y/n convinces Geralt to go on a hunt with him, it didn't all go as planned."

Oracle Note: Was trying a new writing style, so I rewrote my previous fic to see how it went. Don't know how good or bad it is compared to the other, but did add stuff to this version of the tale.

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(Y/N) sat on her bed with an array of items from her bag laid out in front of her. She took note of which of her herbs needed replenishment, and her eyes kept glancing back at her swords.

For a moment, her eyes lingered on them, the shine of the steel in the candlelight matched those of her eyes, and unbeknownst to her, her lips curled at the edges. She picked up one of the swords and laid it on her lap. Her finger traced over the polished blade. The hilt and blade both tended to and in pristine condition as if unused.

The door of the room swung open, and she perked up in an instant. She turned to see Geralt beeline to his bed, where he left things, not bothered to spare her a glance.

"So," she spoke up, "what are we dealing with?"

Geralt carried on with his task, with no indication if he heard a word of what she said.

(Y/N) huffed out, and with her eyes still trained on him, she skipped over to his side of the room and leaned her head in front of Geralt to obstruct his view from his bag. He sidestepped away and didn't bother to look at her. It impressed (Y/N) how determined he was to deny her presence in the room.

"You can't keep this up for long, you know."

Geralt paused his actions.

He stared off into his bag, his expression blank to not betray his thoughts. A moment passed, "You're not going on this job," and he continued to rummage through his bag.

(Y/N) shook her head confused, "Excuse me?"

"You're not going on this job," he repeated, eyes fixed on his things.

"You said if I lay off some of the past jobs I will able to go on this one," She stood up straighter, her hand on her hip in a wide stance, "As I see it Geralt, that means I am allowed to go on this job."

For the first time since he entered the room, his eyes met hers. The fire behind her eyes, a flame that Geralt is all too familiar with. He dragged his eyes off hers and landed on her hand, and to the wrappings around her wrist to be exact; caused by the last time she went on a job with him.

She followed his line of sight, and her shoulders slumped down before she met his eyes again, "You can't shield me from danger, Geralt. There will always be something around the corner," She moved to place a hand on his shoulder and stared into his eye, "Let me help you."

He pulled his eyes from hers once more, and she sighed, took her hand off of his shoulder and stepped away. "Something to keep in mind, Geralt." He glanced up at her, "I am only asking you out of common courtesy. Whether you like it or not, I'm tagging along. It's simply up to you whether I'd be walking beside you or trailing behind."

She stared Geralt down and challenged him to tell her she can't come once more. He averted his gaze from hers, went back to things, "Okay."

"What was that?" She leaned forward, and she feigned not being able to hear him.

"I said, you can come."

She cleared her throat, fought back a smile and nodded. When she turned away, she pumped her fist out in celebration; Geralt shook his head at her. He went back to his preparations and noted to keep an eye on her throughout this job.

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(Y/N) and Geralt stood back to back, in a carven, surrounded by the still bodies of the creatures they fought for the better part of the day.

(Y/N) laughed out exhausted, and leaned onto Geralt for support. "Well, that was fun. Not as tough as I expected it to be, but fun none the less."

Geralt smiled at his friend, but it faded in an instant. A sound rang out in the cavern and grabbed Geralt's attention. (Y/N) must not have caught the noise and questioned the Witcher's change in demeanour.

Geralt's eyes darted from one corner of the carven to another; he surveyed the area for whatever they have missed on their way in.

"These creatures," he stated, "these aren't the only thing residing here."

As if signaled by Geralt, a dark blur flew out of the shadows and shot towards (Y/N). She raised her sword in defence, but the creature swung low and caused her to drop her weapon and left her wide open. The beast took advantage of the weak defence, clawed at (Y/N), and lifted her into the air.

Geralt charged at the beast, picked up (Y/N)'s sword and threw it at the winged beast. The sword impaled the creature, and it thrashed in pain. Before it could drop (Y/N), she reached up towards the weapon and used her weight to carve her sword out of the creature's body.

Her land was not graceful, but she managed to land on her feet for a second before she collapsed on to the floor. Her sword dropped to the ground beside her, and she pulled her arm to her chest, and she cradled it in pain.

With the creature somehow not killed, Geralt raced to (Y/N) and stood between the beast and her.

Everything slowed down when Geralt looked behind him towards (Y/N); she curled onto herself in pain, blood trickled down her forearm, and her shoulders shuddered with every strained breath she took. Geralt conscience weighted with every observed detail.

Geralt was too focused on his guilt, that he was caught him off guard when (Y/N)'s head snapped up towards him, her eyes wide, then she yelled something he couldn't hear.

Before he could react, she charged up and shoved Geralt to the ground as the creature from before swept low to attack Geralt.

"I said watch out. damn it!" She glared from on top of him through gritted teeth. The weight of her body pushed down on her arm. As she glanced up behind her, the creature swept down on them once more, and she rolled over to her side, grabbed her sword with her none injured arm, and used the momentum of her body to swing up at the creature.

The swing missed, but it gave Geralt enough time to get on his feet and land a fatal blow on it. The creature dropped to the ground, dust scattered up around it, as the body laid still as the corpse it now is.

Geralt went back to (Y/N); her sword driven into the ground and used to prop herself up. Geralt placed his hand on her shoulder, and through uneven breathes she glanced up at him, "Where would you be without me, huh?"

Geralt's head fell to his chest as he huffed out a laugh at his friend ability to joke at unusual times.

At the sight of (Y/N)'s arm, he brought his pack out in a hurry. (Y/N) kept her eyes trained on his every move- a much-needed distraction from the current state of her arm. He took out his things one at a time, a consistent rhythm, almost like clockwork. Her gaze drifted off of his hands and to his eyes.

Sweat dripped down his brow, which he furrowed in his concentrated state. His eyes darted in search of the necessary items within his pack, and behind those eyes; the things (Y/N) saw behind those eyes hurt her more than her slashed arm.

She raised her hand to reach out to Geralt, but a wave of nausea hit her and threw her off balance. She fell forward onto Geralt, her head resting on his shoulder, and he instinctively placed a hand up to assist her.

"Hey," she said, her voice weak, "don't worry, alright?"

Geralt stiffen up beneath her at her words.

"No, none of that," she propped herself up with her okay arm on Geralt's shoulder and looked at the man in the eyes. His eyes stared shattered, concerned, and consumed by guilt, "We're getting out of this alive. With an injury, yes, but alive. And no one," She hits his chest in emphasis and flinches a little from the use of her hurt arm, "No one is to blame. Except for that fuck." She gestured to the dead creature that laid a few feet away from them.

Geralt lips curled up in a smile, but his eyes still carried hurt from (Y/N)'s state. She wished she could take it away. She leaned her head down, her forehead met Geralt's and she looked him in the eyes, "We have each other, alright? I got your back, and you got mine. Nothing's going to change that."

Geralt stared back and scanned through her eyes. The fire he saw earlier that day still shone as bright as ever, and that itself brought some comfort to him, and he couldn't help but nod at her words.

"I'll be needing a bit more than that, Geralt. I'm not saying these things for the fun of it,"

He huffed out a laugh, "Alright."

"Good," she dropped her head back onto Geralt's shoulder once more, "Now, let's get this arm dealt with, yeah? This place is beginning to smell and I would rather not stay here longer than I should."

Geralt held (Y/N) for a short while before he went through his pack and began to tend to her wound. He was careful with his action as to no hurt more than she already is, and while Geralt carried on with his work, (Y/N) could see the slight smile Geralt held and couldn't help mimic, as she thought, yeah, we'll both be just fine.

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