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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 9 months

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More headcanons of the Nimona trio being domestic dorks

Whenever the trio gets sick of each other they’ll ask the person in the trio they’re not pissed at to handle them

It always goes something like this “Ambrosius come get your kid they won’t leave me alone-“ “No Nemesis come get your husband he’s being a stick in the mud”

Or “Bal go get your son from prison he got arrested again” “Oh so he’s my son today?” “Yes when he’s stupid enough to get caught he’s your son”

If you're wondering why Nimona doesn't just escape its cause they find it hilarious when Bal has to come to bail them out at random points in the day

There are also times when they’re proud or happy and they’ll say things like “I’m gonna go get my daughter ice cream” “Since when is she just your daughter?” “Since right now when she helped me fix my prosthetic”

“Hey boss where’s my Nemesis I heard he got in a fight today” “I thought he was my Nemesis” “Not when he puts three guys in the hospital he’s not”

Bal is one of those people who sees something and says “Why would I buy that when I can just make it” AND HE DOES

Nimona has a bad habit of fucking up speakers so Bal just set up a sound system throughout the house

If the trio weren’t such antisocial losers with three friends combined their parties would be amazing

He made Ambrosius a skincare cabinet just so he could put actual medicine in the medicine cabinet

When Nimona moved in he asked them what their ideal room would look like

She gave him a rough draft and he did all of it

They spend a week tearing that room apart so they could soundproof it so she could rock out without disturbing the boys

She has sick ass LED lights and she’ll change the colors depending on her mood

Ambrosius and Bal helped her paint the walls the most obnoxious shade of neon pink And then they didn’t complain when she spray painted over said walls

It’s worth it to see her visibly relax when she enters her room

This man has gutted and put back together and rearranged their little house so many times it’s unrecognizable

I also feel like everyone in the trio is a crafty bitch

They all have a million little hobbies that have produced even more trinkets that fill up their whole house

Their house is this weird combination of comfy yet chaotic and it's a minimalists nightmare

Cleaning is also a nightmare but they wouldn't change it for anything

Back when they were in the institute Ambrosius was a terrible cook -♾️/10 his cooking would put people in the hospital

After the knighting ceremony was the first time he was living by himself and didn’t have access to free food so he taught himself how to cook

Honestly most people would think he would give up

I mean there are only so many times you set water on fire before you throw in the towel

But he's a stubborn brat and cooking took his mind off of everything so he stuck with it

One day Bal came home to the smell of cooking and he assumed it was Nimona

He swears to this day he had a heart attack when he saw Ambrosius in front of the stove and Nimona comfortably sitting at the dinner table not helping at all

He promptly dragged Nimona out of there like a bomb just went off and warned him not to touch Ambrosius’ food

He told Bal “The more you call it a biohazard the more I want to eat it”

So Bal used him like a test dummy

When Nimona finally did try it they turned to Bal and complained that he lied

Bal thought he was being pranked until he was forced by Nimona to try the food

And it was good

More than good I was fucking amazing

He asked Ambrosius quite frankly “Who are you and what have you done with my husband”

Ambrosius just rolled his eyes and told him to eat the food

Bal never gave up on finding out how and slowly but surely he started asking like a normal person

And Ambrosius never answered like a normal person

His answers would range from “A chef never reveals his secrets” (“that’s a magician love” “just zip it and eat your food”) to “I’m never telling you so suffer and finish this meal I lovingly cooked” (“is it still considered love if you knew I was gonna suffer?” “Yes” “…. Makes sense”)

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I just know the trio are crafty bitches #Bal dabbles in a little bit of everything #Nimona likes to whittle #Ambrosius likes to crochet #He's made everyone he loves at least one stuffed animal

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13thdoodle · 3 years

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You did a bit in the initial pitch, but what's the reverse evil trio's relationship with Vlad?

. (just in case tumblr skipped the first paragraph again)

ok this one i actually had mull it over but haven’t got into it yet cause a lot of Vlad n Danny’s dynamic hinge on both of them being halfas? and I’m still not sure if I want Danny (or any of the trio) to be a halfa in this au or not

Tho a lot of it can still work without danny being halfa while vlad still is one. Nothing grinds ur gear more than this creepy guy who definitely have a thing for ur mom is also a bilionaire with questionable bussiness ethic. For funsies it be fun if the trio main base is Vlad’s mayor mansion because they deserve nice place uwu n vlad deserve getting kicked in the butt

if u want like.. actual answer? I like to think their dynamic is now flipped where Danny n the trio have the upper hand instead. Sure Vlad is the older halfa with 20+ years experiences, but even he gonna have a hard time to fight the trio all at once. and plant Danny have blood blossom all over. So everything is already stacked against him

Vlad would have a motivation to go against the trio and that would be to save Maddie coz Danny got her on long nap time pod. Danny genuinely think this is a good thing so Vlad trying to barge in and save her would come off really bad, like “oh sure u want to ““““safe”“““ her totally not kidnapping or whatever” Doesn’t matter what his actual intention is. And Vlad is crafty, he got his own lab and everything. And Danny know this. if he didn’t before, he will eventually coz Vlad would come up with weapons or sth to stop em so taking over Vlad’s castle would probably be on the list as well for the trio (tho it be easy just plant some kudzu n watch those fcker grows nonstop)

And the trio would take danny side because why wouldn’t they? so /shrugs/ sucks to be vlad. I think he probably try to fight em once in a while or maybe go underground or gain following in ghost zone or sth whatever it is vlad likes to do

the ghost king plan would backfire tremendously tho coz the trio would just go up to pariah n like sup bitch n kick his ass n now they’re monarch of ghost zone lol

#reverse evil trio au #i like when vlad get his ass kicked as he deserve uwu #dp au #dp reverse evil trio au #deathchrist2000

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bossyleo · 3 years

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Beautiful Crime, (CH 1)

Summary; Kat and the trio of women rob the grocery store. Their normal lives go down the drain when they met a leader of the gang. Kat has double life's, will her past life crash her down? will she keep running like she always has to start fresh or will she stay and fight from her past life and bad blood? Along the way, she fell in love with someone who she never expected to be.

Warning: +18, gun mention, robbery.

A/N; I want to say thank to @prettygangfriend, @cacoetheswriting for helping me and editing the story. Thank to @ skamlover to help me with my OC Spanish language. This is my first fanfic I publish is here, Please let me know what you think and I’m interested in your feedback, don’t be silent readers. I worry if I hear no comment, it mean that nobody like my story. I apologize if my grammar is awful, ENJOY!!! Also, let me know if you want to be TAGGED!!

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The sound of the obnoxious chewing, followed by the sound of a loud, snapping pop, is coming from the backseat, slowly driving Beth insane.

“Oh my god! I asked you to stop doing that like five minutes ago.” Beth turned her head away from the window and glared at her friend, feeling annoyed by that ridiculous sound she’s been hearing since she picked her up.

“Damn girl. You know what, fine” Kat spits out the gum and tosses it to one of the trash cans standing outside of their window. “Happy now?” She glances at Beth then opens the vanity mirror to check herself out, trying to fix her hair. Pulling two strands of her brunette hair, she adjusts her face-framing bangs. As she takes a minute to admire her shining, golden hoop earrings, they hear a screeching sound of a tire coming up behind Beth’s van.

Both of them look up, only to reveal the red, rusty car, that belonged to no other than Annie. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Ruby sitting in the passenger seat, while Beth was already preparing her big sister speech.

“I cannot believe you,” Beth started, once Annie had parked her car. She threw her hands up in defense, trying to calm down Beth.

“Chill, sis. I’m like, two minutes late.”

The four women gather around and go up to the back of Annie’s trunk, popping it open to reveal four ski masks and four toy guns. Kat grabs the plastic guns from the gym bag, admiring the crafty work of Beth’s painting job. She has to admit, they look pretty realistic—well, realistic enough to make sure the hostages will comply.

“Wait, Annie, I think you should use the concealer to cover the tattoo,” Kat says.

“What, Nah, I’ll be fine, my shirt will cover it.” Annie reply.

“Let’s get this over with,” Ruby says, letting out a deep sigh, while Annie passes everyone their very own ski-mask. Both Beth and Annie wore a blue one, Kat went for the color black, as she wanted to make sure to match her outfit, and Ruby decided to go with a bandana instead.

Not wasting any more time, the four women walk into the ‘Fine and Frugal’ grocery store. It takes a couple of seconds before people notice their cloth covered faces, but once they do, the ladies go into action.

“Listen up!” Annie yells out, pointing her gun up into the air, “Everyone just stays cool, and nobody gets hurt!”

The rest of the women are quick to follow Annie’s actions, and start pointing their guns around the store. People look around in both confusion and fear, but they make sure to get onto the ground. A smirk appears on Kat’s face, while watching the store manager walk up to them, his hand up in the air.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is a robbery,” Annie said as if she announced to the customers.

THREE WEEKS EARLIER

The ripping of a wax strip echoes through the room, followed by a loud shriek of pain coming from Beth, who’s currently finding herself on her arms and knees.

“I wonder how Kat’s doing” she wonders out loud, “Oh god, she won’t hurt Ashley, right?”

The lady waxing Beth has a look of concern on her face, silently praying for her co-worker Ashley. “She’ll be fine, ma’am”, she reassures Beth, before continuing her work.

“I can only hope-“ before she could finish her sentence, a young brunette walks into the room. Beth turns her head to figure out what was going on, or what was important enough to interrupt her session.

“Mrs. Boland? I’m afraid your card has been declined”

Beth couldn’t help but frown and come up with something that would explain the situation, but Kat walked in just in time, handling it.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” Kat tells her, sticking her hands inside the pockets of her white, comfortable robe. The woman gives her a quick nod, before walking out again.

“I’ll pay you back,” Beth says, shaking her head while looking over at Kat. “I’m sure Dean just forgot to pay a bill, he’s been really busy and distracted, lately.”

Kat raises an eyebrow at her explanation, already knowing there’s a lot more to it than just Dean forgetting the bills. She’s always thought of him as someone who’s rather suspicious, and untrustworthy, but she wasn’t going to insult Beth’s husband to her face, so she drops it.

“Yeah, I’m sure” Kat mumbles, hoping Beth wouldn't catch the sarcastic tone in her voice, which she didn’t.

Kat feels her phone vibrating, and she lets out an annoyed sigh. The name of her boss pops up on her screen, and she couldn’t mentally curse herself for hurrying to answer it.

“Hello, sir“ she rolls her eyes at the familiar sound of her boss yelling and ordering her around on the phone. “Yes, of course- Hello?“

“He just hung up on me!” Kat calls out, making Beth scoff loudly. “First he insults my cooking, and now this? What an asshole!” She says, and Kat nods at her in agreement while remembering that day all too well.

Last week Kat tried to get out of a work thing by telling Mark, her boss, she already did had dinner plans to attend. She didn’t know how or why, but apparently he thought it was a great idea to invite himself. If that wasn’t bad enough already, he felt the need to tell Beth he wasn’t a big fan of her cooking. Beth was ready to defend herself, but of course, Dean told her to calm down, which ultimately led to those two pricks becoming buddies, who even started hanging out.

“The truth is, he’s just an idiot who thinks women can’t be equal to men. One day I will prove that piece of trash wrong, trust me. Kat convinces Beth while taking off her robe, revealing her work outfit as an office assistant, underneath it.

She was wearing a cream button-down paired with a matching suede jacket. She brushed a dark curl off her shoulder, walking toward the mirror against the wall. A glance at her reflection, reapplying a dark red lipstick with a flourish. She shifted her weight. “ I got to go, Adiós “ Kat picks up her purse and leaves the room, leaving Beth to sigh heavily as she picks up her phone, calling the bank wondering why her credit card decline, she knows her husband, Dean probably forgot to pay it. Beth thought.

Kat enters her hybrid car small with a four-door which she got a good deal from her friend, Beth’s husband, Dean. She drove to the coffee shop which is near the diner where Ruby works at. She stands in line, waiting patiently for her turn.

Then she placed the orders, she checks her phone to see what time it. Glad I’m on my lunch break, can’t wait to see my baby soon. Kat thought happily. Kat grabs two medium cups and hurries to her car. The girls would be expecting her at the diner soon. She quickly drives to the meeting spot and dashes in carrying her coffee.

The bell ding above the door as Kat enters... See Beth and Annie is already in their booth near the window. Kat smiles at them as she walks over to them, “Hola.” She pushes Annie’s legs off the seat as she sits down.

“Ooo, Coffee!” Annie was about to grab one from the tray but Kat hit her hand as she scolds her “I promised my jefe I would bring him some, so keep your hands off “ Annie glances at her,” I don’t know what you just said, but it sounds hot” Kat shake her head as she chuckles.

“Where’s the translated book I got for you? You need to read it.” Annie shakes her head and replies “I tried to but then I fell asleep.” Kat chuckles again.

“ And she was only halfway through my wax.” Beth continued the conversion she had earlier to Annie before Kat walked in. “But I offer to pay it, What happens?” Mia asks.

Beth shook her head, “I changed my mind, You need the money for your son, Mateo.” Beth answers. Kat wants to help her friend Beth but knows she is right. “Gracias”. Kat reply, showing her red lips turn into a smile. “So, What happens?” Annie asks. Beth answered, “Well, now I’m uneven.”

Ruby walks over to her friends, places the coffee pot on the table. “I don’t even wanna know.”

“Dean maxed out their credit card at some lingerie store,” Annie explain to Ruby.

“Do you think he’s sleeping around?” Beth glance at Kat.

Annie and Kat chuckle. Ruby shakes her head and replies in a sarcastic scoff, “Don’t nobody want Dean.”

“MmM, Sometimes I wonder why you married your first boyfriend? I heard that the first boyfriend isn’t a good keeper.” Kat said out aloud.

“What, But, Annie married Greg!” Beth says as if she defends herself.

“Look how it turned out,” Kat replied sarcastically. They chuckled. “Maybe it’s your anniversary present,” Annie says, trying to make her sister think the bright side but fail to.

Kat tries to hold her snort from Beth but fails. “Yeah right, Dean isn’t the type, I have a feeling like he is one of the old fashion types.” Which led Annie to join in laughing with Kat. They take a breath as soon as the laugh dies.

Beth rolls her eyes and decides to ignore Kat’s comments “He already gave me 100 coupons to Bed Bath & Beyond.” She looked at her friends.

Ruby’s upper lips curled in disgust. “Ew. Really?”

“Son of a bitch.” Annie says bluntly, hissed.

“No, I really do love it there.” Beth smiles.

“Really? He should’ve given you a coupon to Bath & Body Work instead.” Kat takes a sip of her coffee, Ruby nods in agreement.

“No. That old guy is stealing your tip.” Annie pointed her fingertip at the old guy. The trio follows her gaze, their eyes settle on an elderly man slowly but surely walking toward the empty table, and seems like he’s struggling to walk properly. He looked around, smiling harmless when a couple passed by.

Kat placed her hand on Annie's hand. “Girl, pointing is rude.” Mia shakes her head.

Ruby turns around and gives an ‘Are you kidding me’ look to Annie “He can’t even walk.”

Annie urged Ruby “ Go get it.” She gave ‘go get it’ hand gestures which cause Ruby to sigh then she gets up on her foot and slowly walks toward the table. Her eyes widen when the elderly man was about to lean in. Ruby quickly swipes up her tip just before he even touches it. He sent Ruby a look as he made his exit, cane in his hand, dropping the act.

“Shady S.O.B,” Ruby said shaking her head as she sat down, her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “absolutely shady.”

“Don’t let the innocent look fool you ” Kat says as she takes a sip of her coffee.

A smile appeared on Annie’s lips, almost proudly. “At my old job, we just got robbed all the time, So I got the six sense now.”

Beth looked at her sister, “Are you serious?” She hopes that Annie is kidding.

“I mean, it’s no big ideal,” Annie said as she gave a half shrug. “ All the stores I work at eventually get hit.”

Shaking her head, Beth met Annie’s eyes showing concern in her eyes “You could get shot.”

“Ugh. One can hope.” Beth took a breath.

“These guys, they don’t want to hurt anybody. They just want the money. So we let them have it. Nobody’s trying to be a hero.”

Hunching over and leaning in closer.

“Do they get caught?” Ruby asks. Beth slowly turned to look at her friend, brow’s knitted together as she looks at Ruby questionably.

Annie let out a ridiculous scoff, “Yeah, the dumb ones do ‘cause they park in the front by the security cameras.” Kat mutters idota, but is glad that Annie and no one got hurt.

“You gotta put your getaway car in the back by the loading dock,” Annie shows hand gestures as if she planing out the blueprint. “And you never get dick around with the registers.” She added. “The real money is back in the vault.”

“You’ve really worked this out. “ Beth nods is impressed by her little sister.

Annie’s shoulder shrug “Just keeping my options open.” Kat nods in an agreement.

“How much is in the vault? Ruby asks as if she gives a thought.

“Thirty grand, give or take.” Annie answer. Ruby’s pupils widen open, eyebrow up raises up. Kat let out an ‘O’ shape of her mouth. Letting out a whistle like she is impressed by how much.

“Damn, I could use that money.” Ruby says as Kat nods, “perfecto count me in.” Kat reply with a grin.

“Oh my god, me too” Annie joins in. Beth looks at them like they are crazy or serious.

“So, when do you want to do this?” Ruby glance at Annie and Kat.

Annie replies “Well, I already bought three automatics and filed off the serial numbers so really, name a day”

Kat pauses her lips for a moment to think which day is better. Beth looks at the three women, not sure if they are serious or not Until Ruby’s lips turn into a Cheshire Cat grin at Beth which causes the trio to laugh at Beth.

“You should see your face” Annie points out.

“It’s whiter than usual,” Ruby says, Kat chuckles.

The four women entered the Fines & Frugal with their masks covering their faces and a toy gun in their hands and stopped in the center of the hallway.

"I'm gonna need you to all get on the ground," Annie says as the four women point the toy gun at the hostages. "Get your cell phones out of your pockets and keep your hands where I can see 'em," Annie says as the hostages follow the instructions.

“All right, good. Now, I need you to get your manager up here. Annie says, but no one is moving or listening. Annie says it again but still no reply. Annie looks at Ruby as she shrugs her shoulder like she doesn't know what to do. Ruby yell in a nice tone "Hey, where's y'all's boss at?" Still no response from the hostages.

All of a sudden, Beth decides to act like a bad cop. " I better get a manager up here right now or I will start capping people! I'm not even joking, mother.” Beth kicks the wooden boxes with her right leg. Causing people to be afraid of her as they gasp in fear. Causing Annie's and Ruby’s eyes to widen as if they are in shock at Beth while Kat nods and is impressed by it.

ONE WEEK EARLIER

Kat enters the entry foyer inside of the Boland’s Residence with her son whose’s six years old. He smiles happily when he saw his friends, Beth’s four children in the living room, playing. He let go of his mother’s hand and run toward them. as he pulls his little backpack off as he drops it on the floor, Joining his friends.

Meanwhile, Kat walks into the kitchen, seeing Beth cooking dinner and Annie sipping diet coke soda "Hola," Kat puts her purse on the chair and car keys inside the purse as she sits down next to Annie.

"How was work?" Beth asks, chopping the chicken fingers into stars. Kat sighs heavily, “he’s killing me, I swear sometimes I just want to punch him en el hosico.”

Beth and Annie look confused at first, and then Annie says “Ooo! Asshole” Finally, Beth understands what her friend, Kat’s saying. Kat looks at Annie “it amazes me that you don’t know Spanish words, just only cuss words.”

Annie smiles. “What can I say, I love curse words.” Annie smiles, proud of herself which causes Kat to chuckle.

“Oh, because your life is so great. I should want this life?” Annie asks, frowning

“Woah, what’s going on?” Kat asks, wondering why the sisters are arguing.

“Lil miss perfect think’s I’m running my life.” Beth looks at Kat and back to Beth.

“I didn’t say that,” Beth said, cutting the chicken fingers.

Annie scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Look at Kat, She’s a single mother with a gorgeous figure and a cute son. She’s living the best motherhood life.” Annie says, flattering her best friend.

Kat chuckles, “oh honey, No I’m not. My boss who thinks women can’t be CEO, I’m still his assistant which I should’ve moved next level, but noo. Also, My son keeps asking about his father every single day.” Katsays sadly.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Beth replies as she put her hand on top of Kat’s hand to comfort her as Annie gave her a hug. Kat has told her friends that the father isn’t in the picture.

“And, I mean, not to pile on, look who you married. “ Annie glances at Beth.

“It’s 20 years and four children. Marriage sometimes takes little work.” Beth says, defend herself and Dean.

“Well, It depends on the sex life, and when you told me that you and Dean aren’t wild like you used to, it means something went wrong ” Kat says then Beth glare at her like she can’t believe she says to her face.

“You could lose your daughter. Has that occurred to you?” Beth ignores Kat’s comments and focus on her little sister.

“Well seeing Greg is suing me for custody and I can’t afford it, yes actually, the thought has crossed my mind.” causing Beth to stop at what she doing. Kat hugs Annie for comfort.

“I didn’t know,” Beth says.

“Now you do,” Annie replies as she pulls away from the hug. Then Dean car dealership Boland Motor commercial appears on the tv.

Beth glimpses at the tv as she sees Amber, the seller. She heard Annie said “Jezz, who’d this chick have to blow to get on TV?” as a joke.

Beth takes another look at the blonde woman on her screen, while Kat's words linger around in her head. She has seen the lady talking to Dean before, and now that she's thinking about it, it is awfully coincidental she's gotten such an unexpected promotion.

"Kat, Can you drop the kids at Annie's neighbor, the babysitter? We'll be right back." Beth asks.

Kat reply" yeah, sure" then she gave her car key to them because she knew five children won't fit in her car so she will use Beth's van instead.

"Hijos!" Kat yells as she searches for the children then goes upstairs and finds them in one of Beth's children's bedrooms, playing and coloring, drawing on the papers. She took them in Beth's van and drove them to Annie's neighborhood so the babysitter can keep an eye on them.

An hour later, "I'm back," Kat says to sing an along tone and is about to shut the front door until she hears a familiar voice "hey!" from outside and seeing it from one of her friends, Ruby. Kat let her inside. Then close the door.

"Guess who found those caramels Bugles at Kroger?" Ruby asks, trying to find Beth and Annie, but finds them in the living room instead. Normally, the four women would sit in another room to watch The Bachelorette but instead, they are in the living room and Beth is lying on the couch while Annie tries to comfort her sister.

Kat's and Ruby's brows knitted in confusion and then Beth immediately went up to them and hugged them. They hug her back but look at Annie over Beth's shoulders confused.

'Dean's having an affair' Annie mouths to us. Kat's pupils widened as she figures it out. But Ruby doesn't understand' what' Ruby mouths back.

Annie mouths it again but a bit more forcefully. Kat whisperer in Beth that she be right back. Beth nods and lets Mia go and hug Ruby's.

"Huh" Ruby questions again. Annie sighs 'Dean is' Annie says then makes sexual gestures then Ruby finally gets it "son of a bitch" She mutters. " Oh, what can we do?" Ruby asks. She rubs Beth's back.

"How about a screwdriver?" Annie suggested. Kat came in from the garage, carrying a sledgehammer over her shoulder.

Beth sees Kat over Ruby's shoulder and an idea pops in her mind, as she replies "a sledgehammer." Annie and Ruby glance at each other's confusion while Kat's lip turns into a smirk.

Shattering, Beth swings the sledgehammer and hits Dean's computer in his office. Beth hit his trophies and then the file cabinets as she yanks the files and throws them on the ground, the paper flying in the air. Continuing hitting the other file cabinets. While Annie and Ruby, Mia stand in the doorway of Dean's study office, watching Beth take her anger on the cheating husband's things and destroy them. "Are you planning on stopping this?" Ruby asks, "Hell no," Kat says as she's recording what Beth is doing on her phone.

Ruby glance at her friend, Kat. "What are you doing?"

Kat grins, "Dean shouldn't mess with Beth, I might post it on YouTube."

"Don't do that, her kids might see it." Ruby scold her. Kat rolls her eyes dramatically, and replies, "fine but I'm still keeping the video."

"Send it to me," Annie says. Kat nods and sends the video to Annie's phone. Ruby scoffs.

Kat says goodbye to the girls because she has to pick up her son and then head home. She picks up her son and drove to her apartment she shares with Mateo. She fed him dinner and gave him a bath before bedtime.

Kat tucks her son, Mateo in his bed at home. "Good night Mi Amor" Kat pecks his little forehead, "Noches Mami " He rubs his little eyes with his thumb. She sighs heavily, feeling angry at Dean and feeling bad toward her friend Beth. She doesn't deserve this at all. Kat thought.

Meanwhile, Beth sat in the dining room, waiting for her cheating husband to get home. Drinking her vodka out from the bottle. She remembers the conversation she has with Mia and wondering if she'd make a mistake to decline Kat's offer.

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” Kat asks,

“Yes,” Beth responded.

“What if I break his nose a little?” Kat suggests. Beth gives her ‘no’ expression look.

"Are you SURE I can't punch him in the face?" Kat asks.

Spanish translate (Correct me If I’m wrong)

jefe- My Boss

En el hosico - On the snout

Mi Amor - My love

noches mamá- Night Mama

#nbc good girls #eiza gonzalez #good girls rio #rio imagine #santanico pandemonium #rio fanfic #Rio x Katerina

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swearwolf-writes · 4 years

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The Paradox - Chapter 3

The trio of vampires, Damon, Stefan and Jemma, walked silently to the entrance of the tomb hidden beneath Fell’s Church. Jemma gave a nod to the boys and stationed herself at the doorway, listening to the sounds of the boys’ footsteps as they made their way down the spiralling steps to the tomb that was Katherine’s prison. She listened in, wondering what the weak vampire would say this time in order to convince them to release her.

“Let’s do it.” She heard Damon mutter. With a count to three, a loud grating emerges from the tomb, the stone door shifting from its place. The sound of scuffing feet echoed through the small space as Jemma narrowed her eyes. Katerina. Urgh. “Please... come on in. There’s plenty of room for all of us.” “I’d rather poke my eyes out.” A fake smile was etched into Damon’s voice. “Mmm, they’re such pretty eyes.” Katherine countered. Stefan cut their bitchy banter short. “We’re here for the moonstone.” “Feel like tossing it over?” “Tell you what, you get your little witch to hocus pocus me out of here, you can have whatever you want.”

Jemma seethed from her place above ground. How dare that rancid bitch demand anything of anyone after all the trouble and pain she’s caused-

“I thought you liked it in here” Stefan commented wryly. “Nice and safe where Klaus can’t get to you.” “I’ve had time to reconsider.” She rasped. “Meaning you’re hungry.” Damon translated. “I’m starving, Damon. And dirty. But above all, I’m bored.” The sound of stumbling and grasping rippled through the stone walls as Katherine moved towards the mouth of her prison. “At least running from Klaus wasn't boring - so here's the deal: you get me out of here, you get the moonstone and I'll disappear from Mystic Falls forever.”

Getting to her feet, Jemma sighed. She could her soft footsteps receding and knew the girl was walking away from them.

“Let me know what you decide.”

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They made their way over to the Gilberts’ house, the Salvatore brothers filling Jemma in on the things she couldn’t hear. She gritted her teeth when she was informed of Katerina’s teasing showing of the moonstone. It was so close that they could have just grabbed it right out of her hand - well, not without becoming trapped they couldn’t have anyway.

Jemma knocked on the door loudly, standing back as Elena opened it.

“Hey. Uh, can we talk?” The youngest of the vampires asked softly. “Why?” Elena seemed confused by their presence at her home. “We went to see Katherine.” Damon informed her, his smile tense. “She was, of course, as insufferable as usual.” The Original chirped. With a short nod of her head, Elena stepped aside the entrance. “Come on in.” They filled in the young girl, watching her processing everything as they stood around the island in her kitchen, Jemma sitting on the counter across where Elena was leaning against the wall.

“You don’t believe her, do you?” She crossed her arms, looking at the group. “No, of course not.” Damon seemed almost offended as he tossed Jemma an apple and opted to instead throw an orange from hand to hand. “We just want the moonstone.” “According to Rose’s friend Slater, there’s a way to destroy the spell that Klaus wants to break.” “No spell, no dopplegänger sacrifice. Ergo, you live.” Elena seemed tired of the conversation. “How do you destroy it?” “By releasing it from the moonstone.” Stefan leaned his hands against the countertop, looking at her expectantly. She raised her hands in the air and then them fall to her sides. “How do you guys even know this is gonna work?” “‘Cause we have a crafty witch on our side.” “You discussed it with Bonnie.” She said, sighing quietly. “She agreed to do anything she could to help us.” “It’s Katherine who has the moonstone. She’s not gonna give it to you.” She shook her head, pointing out the biggest fault in their plan as she sat on one of the barstools. “We’re gonna get it from her,” Stefan assured her. “Well, what he means to say is, we will pry it from her cold, dead hands if we have to,” Damon reiterated happily. Jemma swallowed a bite of her apple and added, “She’s kinda trapped in a cave and has no allies. If we did have to kill her, which we probably should do because she’ll murder us all if she ever gets out,” she pointed out, “there’s not really a lot of places to a big white pebble in a very grey stone cave.”

Stefan nodded and leaned towards the human, trying to reassure her. “Bonnie just needs to find a way to release the seal long enough for us to get in, get the moonstone, and get out in time for her to return it.” Elena looked almost teary at this point as she fumbled with her hands. “Wow. I mean, it sounds like you guys already have it all planned out.” “Yep. We’re awesome.” He gave a thumbs up and Elena looked down at the pale wood of the kitchen island. “Except for one thing.” She looked up between the brothers. “I don’t want you to do it.” The group exchanged confused looks at that. “What are you talking about? Elena, we don’t have a choice.” Stefan objected on behalf of all of them. “What about Klaus?” Elena countered, making a point. “We’ll find him right after we get the moonstone.” “Is that before or after he kills everyone that I care about, including the two of you?” She fired back, pointing from Stefan to Damon while avoiding Jemma’s eye - it wasn’t a secret that the dopplegänger and Original weren’t exactly friends. The idea that Elena cared about him however seemed to startle Damon.

With a pointed look, Stefan again tried to sell the plan to her. “Elena, if we can de-spell the moonstone, we can save your life.” “I know. Everybody keeps saying that.” She spoke quietly as she left the room, the group once again exchanging worried looks. Jemma hopped off the counter and binned her apple core, looking at the Salvatores. “I get that this isn’t helpful but what’s to stop Klaus from trying to kill us after we deal with the moonstone? We are royally screwing him over with this whole moonstone-dopplegänger business and we killed Elijah - I highly doubt an Original is gonna forgive and forget so quickly.” She trailed off, thinking back back to her siblings’ warnings as Stefan dropped his head into his hands.

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Elena opened the door to the Salvatore residence and walked in, Jemma trailing behind her awkwardly. After shutting the door she looks around the deserted hallway, deeming that no one was home when Rose walked down the stairs, tying a silk robe around herself.

“It’s not nice to leave a girl naked so early in the morning.”, Rose practically purred before looking up and seeing the embarrassed face of Elena and the smirking face of Jemma. “Whoa- sorry, I thought you were….” Elena looks away, cheeks subtly turning pink. “I, uh, sorry, I-” She stammered out a response, not really knowing what to say in such a situation. “There’s no one else here.” “Actually, I came to talk to you.” Rose smiled broadly at this. “Then I should probably get dressed.” She walked back up the stairs making Elena turn to Jemma.

“Alone?” “Yeah no, no offence to Rose but I still don’t trust her.”

Jemma sipped her drink in silence as she watched the conversation brew between Rose and Elena.

“It’s a bad idea.” Rose objected. “No, it’s not. From what Stefan told, your friend Slater obviously has more information about Klaus. You just gave up before you got it.” “Because someone blew up a coffee shop with us in it.”, the vampire deadpanned. “Actually, they just shattered the windows-” Jemma interjected, matter-of-factly, Rose staring daggers at her. The two had clearly not got off on the right foot. “But that’s not the point-” The Original added lamely as she continued sipping her drink.

Despite this, Elena continues to press. “There’s more to learn. We just have to find a way to learn it.” “Why are you coming to me with this?” Rose’s curiosity was not unfounded, Jemma raising an eyebrow as she listened for the answer. “Because you owe me.” Elena put it rather simply. “One, word from me, and Damon and Stefan could have killed you for kidnapping me.” Rose saw through the thinly veiled threat quite easily. “Or maybe it’s because you know they wouldn’t want you to do this. And their moonstone caper gives you a chance to sneak away.” “We’re having a disagreement, okay? They’re willing to risk everyone that I love and I’m not.” “They’re just trying to protect you.” Strange. It sounds almost as if she cares for the girl. “And you’ve proven you couldn’t care less whether I’m protected or not. So, we’re back to you taking me to Slater.”

Rose sat next to Elena, Jemma moving to take Rose’s old space.

“What exactly do you hope to achieve by this?” Elena swiftly avoided her question in favour of bribery. “How would you like to be able to walk during the daylight?” “I’ve been a slave to shadows for 500 years - what do you think?” “I think I know a witch who’s willing to do whatever it takes to help, if you’re willing to make a deal.”

Jemma set her glass down on the table loudly. “And what’s to stop me from telling the boys about this little escapade of yours?” “You also don’t want people to get hurt for me and if that doesn’t work, I could always mention that always get suspicious when anyone mentions the Originals which is interesting when you think about it because we know your whole family but we don’t really know anything about you guys before Mystic Falls - I mean, you won’t even tell your age other than ‘old’.” She raised in challenge of the elder who clenched her jaw in anger at being blackmailed by a child. Nodding curtly, she stood up. “Let’s go then.”

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Jemma leaned against the wall lazily as she watched Rose bang on Slater’s door.

“Slater? Slater, it’s Rose. Open up!” No answer. After a brief moment, Rose looked over to Elena. “He’s not home. Sorry.” Jemma shrugged, standing up straight and tucking her hands into her pockets. “Well, guess we gotta go then-” Tonguing her cheek, she resisted glaring at the human as she cut her off. Why won’t she just drop it? If she pries too far into Original business, she might actually find something - and if that surfaces and spreads? Mikael might come after us as well as the Mikaelsons. “Mm-mm. No. We didn’t come all the way out here for nothing.”

Sighing, Rose pushed the doors open using her vampire strength. Elena peered in as Jemma lightly banged her head against the wall, shaking her head and walking in. “After you.” The younger pair walked in behind her, exchanging a look.

“Slater?”, Rose called out as she moved towards the back of the apartment. She froze. “I don’t think he’s gonna be much help.” Elena rushed over to her and gasped at the sight of Slater’s dead body. Jemma raised her eyebrows. “Hmm.” The girls looked at her, incredulous at her nonchalance at seeing a dead body. “If that happened to him, what d’you think’ll happen to us when someone finds out we’ve been snooping around? Because someone will find out.” Shaking her head, Rose dragged Slater’s body away.

Ignoring Jemma’s warning, Elena, regaining her composure, walked over to Slater’s computer desk and picked up a bunch of loose papers. “Looks like whoever blew up the coffee shop found him and killed him for his information.” “Yeah, probably to stop him from helping people like us. The guy was a vampire almanac. Knowing too much information just bit him in the ass.” “Am I talking to myself here-?” Jemma waved a hand in front of their faces. “If he was killed for his information, why are we trying to get it?”

As Elena kept rummaging, Rose pulled back the curtains, startling Elena. “What are you....?” “Tempered glass. U.V. rays can’t penetrate.” She mumbled, staring idly out the window. “I used to just come here and watch the day.” Looking from a framed picture to the vampire, she spoke in a hushed voice, “I’m sorry about Slater.” Jemma mumbled her condolences quietly, almost feeling bad about her reaction to his dead body. Rose looked back to them, mentally shaking it off. “Any luck?” Elena placed the photo back on the desk and attempted to log into one of the computers fruitlessly, Jemma leaning in to see. “Um…. it’s password protected. I can’t get in.” “No, this is fine. Let’s just go.” Rose motioned to leave when suddenly they hear a doorknob rattling from inside the apartment. “Stay here.

Rose walked past the pair at the desk and opened a set of doors. Peering into the small hallway, she saw a girl hiding behind a corner. “Alice?” “Rose!” Crying heavily, the girl rushed to Rose, embracing her. “He’s dead!” “Well technically he’s been dead for decades now-”, Jemma added dryly, cutting herself off as she noticed Elena’s look at her, “-and I’ll shut up now.”

Rose rubbed Alice's hand comfortingly as Alice tried to regain her composure. Rose got up and walked into another room where Elena poured hot water into teacups, Jemma getting milk for the tea from the fridge. Rose sat down next to Elena.

“She found him a few minutes before we did.” “How is she?” Elena was worried. “Overreacting - big time.” “Her boyfriend just died. There’s no such thing as overreacting.”, she defended. “Those tears are for her. She didn’t care about Slater.” Upon Elena’s curious look, she explained: “She was only dating him long enough to see if he’d turn her.” “Great, so she’s a vampire groupie.”, Jemma grumbled as she finished making the tea.

Elena took a cup to the crying girl who took it gratefully. “Thank you.” Elena sat next to her as Alice looked at her with an air of familiarity. “You look really familiar. Did you know Slater?” “Not personally, no. I just knew that he kept detailed records of all of his vampire contacts and I was hoping that he could point me towards Klaus.” “Doubtful. Klaus doesn’t want to be pointed at.” “Do you know Slater’s computer password?” “Are you seriously asking me that right now? I just saw my boyfriend with a stake through his heart.” “I understand that. Do you know his password?”, she repeated bluntly. “Who do you think you are?”

Alice looked away from her and sipped her tea. Elena looked over at Rose and her eyes lit up with an idea, making Jemma tilt her head in mild confusion. What is she doing this time-? Elena looked back to Alice.

“What if I could convince Rose to turn you?” Alice looked back up at her. Rose, hearing what she said, looked over at her disdainfully. However, Jemma looked proud. I guess she does have more than half a spine. “Will you show us his files then?”

Alice, logged into the computer, shook her head at it. All the files had been deleted. “Someone’s been here. The harddrive’s completely wiped out.” “Yeah, probably whoever killed him.”, Rose guessed. Elena ran a hand over her face and turned away. “Lucky for you, Slater was paranoid. Everything’s backed up on a remote server.”, she informed them as she tried to access the files, Rose turning back to speak softly to Elena.

“You know that she’s not going anywhere near my blood, right?” “I know. She doesn’t.” Rose smiled at Elena’s deception as Jemma masked a snort by coughing. Elena leaned down next to Alice to look at the screen.

“Kristen Stewart. God, was he obvious.” “These are all leads to vampires?”, Elena asked Alice as she continued scrolling through the files. “Slater was obsessed. Almost as much as me.” Jemma wondered why on Earth she would say that in front of two vampires. Creepy. “What about that one? Cody Webber. They exchanged dozens of emails about Elijah.” Rose pointed at the screen. “I could call him.”, Alice offered, taking the phone from Elena. Jemma tried not to scream. She didn’t think anything was actually come of this trip. Fuck.

“Tell him that we’re trying to send a message to Klaus. The dopplegänger is alive and she’s ready to surrender.” Jemma and Rose jumped up. “What?!” “I beg your pardon-?!” Jemma stared at the girl as if she was crazy. Which she likely was. “Oh my God, I knew I recognised you.” Alice stared up at her, seemingly in awe. “Get him the message, please.”

With that, Elena quickly left the room, the vampires following in suit. Elena put her hands on a table and exhaled heavily. “What are you doing?” Rose was surprised at her idiocy. “I’m getting Klaus’ attention.” “If Klaus knows that you’re alive, he’ll find you and he’ll kill you.” Saying nothing, Elena just looks back at the pair, Rose realising her plan. “Which is exactly what you wanted all along.” “It’s either me or my family.” “So this whole charade is some suicide mission so that you could sacrifice yourself and save everyone else?” Jemma locked her fingers behind her head, her eyes shut and her jaw clenched tightly as she seethed. “Forget Klaus, I’m gonna kill you before he gets the bloody chance-!”, she hissed.

Alice entered the room. “Cody is on his way and he really wants to meet you.” Rose shut her eyes and sighed. Jemma rubbed her face wearily as she swore colourfully in every language she could think of.

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Elena walked into the main room, sipping water. She looked over at Alice and turned around, gasping in surprise at Damon’s sudden arrival.

“What are you doing here?”, he asked her. “What are you doing here?”, she shot back.

Rose and Jemma walked in, Elena facing them angrily. “You called him?” “I’m sorry, Elena.”, Rose apologised. “You said that you understood.” “She lied.”, Damon piped up. Elena turned to Jemma. “Why would you try and help me? You don’t even like me." “Maybe not but I don’t hate you so I wasn’t gonna let you condemn yourself to whatever fate Klaus has prepared for you.” Elena looked at the group in frustration.

Alice walked up to them and froze, starstruck at Damon. “Damon Salvatore!” “Get rid of her.”, Damon told Rose. “No… way!” Taking her arm, Rose led her away, Jemma trailing behind them.

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Damon left the bedroom, the three girls looking at him from their seats in the living area.

“Time to go. Alice is sleeping and won’t remember a moment of this horribly stupid day.”

Suddenly, the front doors had burst open and three men walked into the apartment. Damon turned his head to look at them as the group stood up.

“We’re here to meet the dopplegänger.”, a man announced. “Thank you for coming.” Elena tried to walk towards them but Damon pushed her back. “I will break your arm.”, he whispered to Elena before looking back to the intruder. “There’s nothing here for you.”

The man in the back suddenly dropped to the floor, dead. Jemma looked at the window, seeing Elijah, their eyes meeting for a split second before she hid in the apartment, out of sight of both him and the windows for sake of avoiding her reflection giving her away. The other two vampires looked back at Elijah. Rose gasped at the sight of him and vamp-sped out of the apartment. Elijah spared a glance over to Elena and Damon.

Damon looked at him with surprise all over his face. “I killed you. You were dead.” “For centuries now.”, Elijah agreed. He looked back at the men. “Who are you?” “Who are you?”, he asked the Original. “I’m Elijah.” “We were gonna bring her to you. For Klaus. She’s the dopplegänger. I don’t know how she exists, but she does. Klaus will want to see her.” “Does anyone else know that you’re here?” “No.” “Well, then, you have been incredibly helpful.”

Elijah plunged his hands into the two vampires’ chests. They grunted as Elijah ripped their hearts out. They fell to the floor, closely followed by their hearts. Jemma gasped inaudibly from her hiding place. She knew of the things her once family did but to see them was a completely different thing. To see Elijah Mikaelson, the boy who used to charm everyone with his words and would bandage his brothers’ wounds, tear people’s hearts out was admittedly terrifying. It was like the ground beneath her was tilting. For so long she tried to believe that they weren’t the monsters they were made out to be- She snapped out of her stupor as she noticed her friend being an idiot.

Damon prepared to fight Elijah when he turned and sped out of the apartment. Jemma got up, exchanging looks with Damon and Elena, both of which looking just as surprised as her.

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Jemma walked to the Gilbert residence, mumbling what she’d say under her breath. “Sorry for bolting and leaving you to deal with a murderous Original-” She sighed and popped his knuckles anxiously. She avoided her siblings since her most recent adventure. She didn’t what was worse: her family turning out to be murderers or her siblings being able to say ‘I told you’? She got to the gate as Jeremy opened the front door, Elena saying goodnight to Damon. Jemma smiled and left silently - apologies could be procrastinated and said later, humans need to rest - especially after the day they’d all had.

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Destiel Advent Calendar 2019

Title: Snow Angels

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, First Kiss, Movie Reference, Unexpected Snowfamily, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, It’s Gross, Sam Eats Real Pork Bacon, Frankie Made Me Tag That, Because She Thinks He's Canonically Vegetarian, And I Love My Muggsy So...

Summary: After an unexpected snowstorm hits Kansas, Dean and Sam decide to teach Cas about the joys of a snow day.

Written by: @eyesofatragedy67 (Eyes_of_a_Tragedy)

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21665974

Snow Angels

Dean woke up at ass o'clock and stumbled his way to the kitchen. Coffee. He desperately needed coffee.

With all the patience of a child, he bypassed the fancy coffeemaker Sam had purchased and grabbed some instant and a mug from the cabinet over the microwave. It was gross, but, dude, caffeine.

Cup of joe in hand, he popped a new filter in Sam's fancy gizmo and poured in some grounds from Cas's stash in the freezer. Setting it to drip, he shuffled up the stairs to the front door and hauled it open.

Fluffy white stuff toppled through the opening, landing at his feet. It wasn't an avalanche like in the animes he secretly enjoyed (Shut up, okay? So what if he watched shojo every now and then?), more like a foot or so of snow.

He dumped the remainder of his coffee into the snow on the outer stoop and scooped some of the fresh stuff into his empty mug. Excited now, he jogged down the stairs and ran down the hall toward the bedrooms.

Bursting through Sam's door, he upended the mug right on his brother's face. "Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Sam sputtered awake, jackknifing up from his prone position. "Wha-"

He wiped his hand over his face and pulled it back, shaking off the melting slush. Dean watched, waiting for it to click.

Glancing down at his lap, which was now a pool of semi-solid snow, Sam asked, "Did you dump snow on my face?"

Dean chuckled.

Realization flitting across Sam's face, he repeated, "You dumped snow on my face!"

Grinning, Dean turned to leave the room. "Sure did, bitch! Get your ass dressed. Coffee's brewing. I'mma go see if I can find Cas. We're having a snow day!"

He didn't wait for Sam's response, but he could feel the 'jerk' aimed at his retreating form.

Dean did a cursory check of the bunker, but his finely feathered friend was nowhere to be found. Making a pit stop at his room, he layered up for proper snow play, then followed the sounds of banging in the kitchen. He found Sam preparing a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh fruit.

"Bacon, Sam? Did I traumatize you?"

Bitch face firmly planted, Sam replied, "I know you. We're going to be out there forever. We'll need the protein. Did you find Cas?"

"No, I'm gonna try angel radio in a few minutes." He snagged a strip of bacon from the plate it was draining on. "Mmm, yummy pork."

Sam rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were tilted in a smile. His brother prepped plates for them both and placed them on the table. Dean grabbed utensils and the roll of paper towels.

"You want orange juice or milk, Sammy?"

Sam opted for OJ, so Dean poured two glasses and sat down to eat. When they were done - Sam having stolen a piece of Dean's bacon, and Dean swiping a grape and strawberry from Sam's plate - Sam grabbed the dishes, and Dean sat back to pray.

"Red rover, red rover, can Castiel come over? If you can hear me, buddy, well-"

There was the signature fwup that heralded Castiel's appearance, along with a tension that was probably just in Dean's head. Or pants.

"I don't understand your red rover reference, Dean. Is it about Opportunity? I can assure you, she's in a far better place than-"

Dean interrupted, "I remember, Cas. But that’s not what meant. I’ll explain it to you later,” he promised. “It's a winter wonderland outside, and Sam and I are going to have a snow day. You want in?"

Cas did that head tilt thing Dean had grown so fond of. "What is a snow day?"

Dean's head whipped toward Sam, who had a look on his face that was morphing from disbelief to glee. Grinning, the brothers turned toward Cas, and Dean asked, "Do you want to build a snowman, Cas?"

.... :::: :::: ....

Bundled up in all the layers they could find, Sam and Dean joined Cas in the war room.

Dean was making a list on the note app on his phone. "We need supplies, Sammy."

Sam dropped a duffel on the table. "I'm way ahead of you, man."

Dean grinned and patted the pocket of his jacket. There was something special in there. "Awesome. C'mon, Cas, let's go outside and start your education."

Carefully trudging up the outside stairs, Dean led the trio to the edge of the woods. "Okay, Cas," Dean clapped his gloved hands together, "follow my lead."

Dean started rolling the ball that would be the base of his snowman, watching as Cas's pile of snow grew larger. He reached over and helped position Cas's hands, shaping the pile into something rounder.

"Yeah, like that. You just make that as big as you want it, alright, because we're going to put another one on top of it." He glanced over to find Sam already on his second stack. He pointed and Cas’s gaze followed. “Like that. Your goal is to create a base big enough to build on, then you’re going to add another until you’ve got a humanoid shape. Got it?”

“I understand, Dean.” He watched, eyebrow quirked, as Cas started molding a much larger shape, then shrugged it off. The angel would figure it out.

Dean finished his base, then got to work on the middle layer. He became absorbed, humming under his breath as he packed the snow. When he had the head done, he looked over to see Sam was accessorizing his creation and explaining it to Cas.

“Yeah, you decorate it however you want. Mine is a moose, so I need to find some branches to make into antlers.”

“Oh.” Cas was doing that adorable head tilt thing, and Dean held back a laugh when he continued, “Inias is a panda, so I don’t think he would have decorations?”

"Why do I know that name?" Dean asked.

Cas looked over with wounded eyes. "Inias is one of my fallen brethren. We were… very close."

A lightbulb went off in Dean's head. "Dark hair, blue eyes, 'bout your height? Showed up with that bitch Hester a while back?"

Cas nodded. "Yes."

"He seemed like a good guy."

The small smile gracing Cas's face was a vast improvement over the pain of just minutes before.

Sam paused in the middle of buttoning one of his flannels around his moose’s torso. “Hmm, what if we grab some of the paint from the basement and paint him?”

Dean went back to examining his snowman. “Okay, brother, let’s get you suited up, hmm?”

He found two decent arm sticks, ones with a bit of bulk to them, then quickly removed his jacket and a light blue flannel. Putting the leather back on, he wrapped the snowman in the cotton then pulled the first item out of his pocket. He walked to the back of it and attached two clips to the bottom of the shirt, then laid the straps over the shoulders. Back at his snowman’s front, he hooked the ends of the suspenders to the front of the shirt and stepped back to examine his work.

So far, so good.

Dean looked over to see Sam’s moose finished; he’d gently wrapped toilet paper around the sticks to make them look more like antlers, crafty bastard, and there was a cocktail glass with a paper umbrella and a pitchfork in one of its moose-y mitts. He felt a moment of grief, but it was quickly replaced with fond memories. Some of which Sam would never know about, thank you very much.

His brother was now helping Cas delicately apply paint to his snowpanda. It was looking pretty good. Dean rummaged through Sam’s bag, knowing there would be charcoal briquettes in there for eyes. He took two, then moved back to his sculpture.

Gingerly pushing the lumps of coal into place, he whispered in a hokey accent, “You been a bad boy, mon ami.” Then he pulled a treasured cap out of his pocket and situated it on top of his head. Almost done. “Don’t be mad. I know these aren’t yours, but you need teeth, ‘k?” He crammed a set of plastic vampire teeth into the head and stood back, laughing and somewhat offended on his friend’s behalf.

Glancing at Sam, he could see his brother’s understanding. And Cas had a similar look on his face. He nodded at them and said, “Snowpire.”

They both smiled at him indulgently as he added the final touch - a single drop of blood from the fingertip he’d pricked and applied to the tip of a fang.

Looking over, he threw out, “Mental note to sterilize all of this stuff later, Sam,” and got an affirmative in response.

Cas reached into his pocket and came back out with two pieces of clear blue rock in his hand. They were rough, with jagged edges, but smooth on the surface. His friend placed them where the eyes would go and leaned in close, whispering something under his breath that Dean couldn’t quite make out. He caught the word “cupcake”, though, and it made him smile.

The three of them drew back to view the finished products. Dean clasped Cas’s shoulder and said, “Good job for your first try. Next time we’ll have to-” but got no further due to the face full of snow Sam had just thrown at him.

Wiping his wet glove over his now wet face, he barked out “Oh, it’s on, bitch!” He ran in one direction, Sam in the opposite, taunting all the way, while Cas stood there looking perplexed. Dean packed a handful of fluffy ice into a solid mass fit for lobbing at little brothers.

Chucking it toward Sam, he quickly realized there was too much distance between them. Sam must have reached the same conclusion because he was no longer looking in Dean’s direction. Instead, ball of snow firmly in hand, he was eyeing Cas standing conveniently between them. Dean packed another and glanced back at his brother, nodding his understanding. The two of them let their ammunition fly, hitting their target from both sides.

Cas’s reaction was less than satisfying. “Why are you throwing ice at me?”

Dean scooped up some more and casually walked over to him. “Well, buddy, this is another part of snow days. You might understand better if I explain it to you in other terms, though. See...” he stepped closer, slung an arm around Cas’s shoulders and trailed his gloved fingers over the back of his neck. “This, Cas? This is war.” And he dumped the handful of ice down the back of Cas’s shirt.

Again, not the reaction he was going for, but he recognized that twitch in Cas’s eyes and started running. “War? War is something I was strategizing before your species learned about fire. I was orchestrating armies while your ancestors were-” SPLAT!

Dean doubled over with laughter as Sam yelled out, “You talk a big game, but you know jack shit about snowball fights!”

Oh, shit! His brother had a death wish. One minute Cas was standing, head tilted in that menacing way Dean remembered from day one; the next he was launching snowballs with unearthly accuracy and speed. And Sam wasn’t his only target.

There was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned to find his friend-turned-foe standing with both hands loaded. Dean was on the receiving end of two very cold hits to the face. He gasped in shock, then howled uproariously. He grabbed up his own heap of snow and shoved it right in Cas’s face then turned and ran toward his brother, who would make a far more convenient target.

Cas chased, and the three of them tossed snow at each other until the brothers were too exhausted to run anymore. “Truce!” Dean screamed, Sam nodding in agreement. “I beg for forgiveness, Cas! We underestimated you. You win!”

The transformation of his angel’s face was a thing of beauty. Victory looked good on him. Dean flopped back into the snow drift he was standing in and waited for his breathing to return to normal. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed to up his cardio.

Sam flopped down near him, breathing much more managed. He started flapping his arms and legs in the snow, and Dean grinned and followed suit. Cas approached them, brow furrowed with confusion.

“What are you doing now? Is this some form of exercise to increase your circulation?”

Dean stood up carefully and waved Cas over. “Nah, this is snow angels.” He pointed to the leg area and explained that it was supposed to resemble the skirt area of how angels were always depicted in artwork.

Cas nodded and moved to the side and gestured at the arms. “So, these are supposed to be the wings?”

“Yeah,” Dean rubbed at the base of his skull. “I mean, I know it’s nowhere near accurate, but it’s fun. You wanna try?”

Sam crawled out of his snow angel and ambled over to watch as Cas walked to the clear area above their figures. He laid down in the snow, and Dean waited for him to start moving, knowing it would be a sight worth remembering. Instead, he stared in awe as a set of impressions appeared to either side of Cas’s shoulders, stretching out for yards.

He heard Sam’s gasp, then, “Cas, are those your wings?”

“Yes. They aren’t visible on the mortal plain, but I can display them indirectly if I use enough grace.”

Dean looked over to see an expression of child-like wonder on his brother’s face. “That’s so cool!” Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, then stepped back to snap a pic. “I think we should get this framed.” Then he moved to photograph all of their other snow creations.

Dean stood at Cas’s feet and breathed out, “They’re amazing, Cas.”

The actual angel actually blushed. “Thank you.” He reached up and Dean gently drew him to his feet, so as not to disturb the imprint his angel left behind.

Sam called out, “I’m gonna go make some cocoa! Do you two want some?”

They both nodded, and Sam clambered down the stairs to the bunker, taking his duffel bag with him.

Dean looked back at Cas, who appeared to be having some kind of internal debate. “What’s wrong?”

The corner of Cas’s mouth quirked up, and he shook his head. “Nothing at all. I was just wondering if you know how often you think of me as your angel. I don’t listen to your thoughts intentionally, but you also stopped putting up a wall.”

It was Dean’s turn to blush. “Umm, yeah,” he spoke to the snowy ground. “Sorry about that.”

He felt warm fingers tilt his head back up. “Don’t be, Dean Winchester. I’ve been yours since the moment I saw your soul shining in the darkest depths. And I’ll be yours until all of the stars burn out.”

A tear fell from the corner of his eye, and Dean reached up to brush a stray snowflake from Cas’s cheek. He inhaled deeply, the chill air burning in his lungs. “Cas…”

His angel grinned at him, then leaned in and whispered against his lips, “I know.”

They kissed, and it was soft and sweet and everything Dean had ever wanted from this man. Well, almost.

“I swear, Cas. If you tell Sam you just Solo’d me, I’ll find a way to pluck your feathers and make a pillow out of them.”

Cas laughed, and it was glorious. “Your secret is safe with me,” he replied.

.... :::: :::: ....

It was nearing midnight on Christmas Eve, and Dean was curled up in his angel’s arms on the sofa they’d moved into the Dean Cave, watching “It’s A Wonderful Life”.

He was just about to comment on the fact that a certain dark-haired demon must have been fond of this film when both of their phones pinged. Shuffling around to reach into their pockets, they each found a new message.

Dean wondered why his brother was texting them from down the hall. He and Cas both checked the message to find an all caps “MERRY CHRISTMAS, JERKS” followed by an attachment. Cas was the first to open it, smiling radiantly at what he saw on the screen.

He turned his phone to Dean and started the video again. “I think he knows.” Dean saw zoomed in footage of the two of them, kissing in the snow. You could easily make out Dean’s astonishment and Cas’s teasing response.

Dean grabbed the cell and typed in a response. “We love you, too, bitch.” Then he tossed both phones on the table and pressed Cas down into the cushions, pillowing his head on his chest. A bell rang on screen, signaling an angel got his wings.

#Destiel Advent Calendar 2019 #fanfiction #destiel #christmas short fics

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Waster World AU a Mchanzo fanfic brainstorm

A gift for @metmarfil

A thanks for being awesome and getting my creativity flowing <3

Here’s a fic idea, that Metmar implied to me and I just took off with it! Feel free to comment or add in any idea’s you may have too!

Waster World Au - Mchanzo fanfiction brainstorm!

Inspired by :D motorcycle post and Water World/borderlands

dystopian/ post-apocalyptic world ridden with war, slavery, death and famine.

“ain’t fit for livin’ but i’m already here so imma make the best of it” - McCree

The only way to survive is to sign yourself away to Gangs. Gang wars run the hierarchy or the world!

Overwatch is a group of organized gangs that have decided to follow a truce, in order to keep some semblance of peace/order.

Main Bigshots

Hanzo: is an ex-gang leader, exiled from his waste land. He refused to battle his brother (to the death) for the head spot and the gang wasn't having it. So after making a fake show he left under the cover of night fall. Made his own bike. Has mad ninja skills yo

Jesse: ex-member of the Deadlockers gang, was picked up after they tried to kill him by Gabe while he was leader of Blackwatchers gang. (a allied gang of the Overwatch troop) In current time; he’s the leader of a allied gang: The Tumbleweeds (short, sweet, and swift) :D all of them wear serapes! Cause why the fuck now.

> Jesse, Torb, Rein, Brig all like to build bikes together….when they have the free time :3

Supporting Characters v

The Trio

Trob, Brig, Rein: have their own mini-gang D.va visits :P to spend time with her gf

The Solo’s

D.va: :D leader of a foreign gang new to the area. They actually drive hybrid mech bikes.

Lucio: Rare, does not use bikes! His gang uses Skates! Friends with D.va

Pharah: Leader of Helix gang

Gabe: Thought dead after incident with his previous gang….(do i want magic? idk) went “bad”

(possible redemption arch? Purified gabe?)

The Duo’s

Widow: no gang, just her and sombra (gf) has past business with overwatch and Gabriel.

Sombra: in it for the fun :3 loves to mess with other gangs.

Genji: After being betrayed by his gang/clan and his own brother he set out alone for many years, till he met Gabriel. Took him under his wing, met Jesse. After Gabriel’s gang….(idk blew up? Something happened) He set out alone again. Where he later met Zenyatta a traveling monk, still holding onto the lost art of religion. He learned a new sense of peace and now partners with Zen.

Zenyatta: A traveling monk :D (more detail needed)

‘Overwatch’ poster member gang

Jack: leader of gang

Members: Mercy, Winston, Tracer, Ana

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Weapons :D

Weaponized War Bikes! Everyone has specialized weapons/bikes/skills

Hanzo - use a futuristic bow while riding. Bike has sonic locators and dual plasma rocket launchers (dragon strike) and he’s a ninja :P

Jesse - uses Peacekeeper, a 6 shot pistol. Bike has flashbang a blast that temporarily causes malfunctions in other bikes/mobiles, bike can also roll >u< idk fuck physics

(also, if anyone asks: no his hat doesn't come off while he rides. Cause yes, fuck physics)

Lucio - his skates double as blades, also uses sounds wave disruptors/repairers “sound barrier”

D.va - Mechs. Duh.

Rein - uses a massive claymore/ battle axe while riding...in one hand..cause ya know he's badass. His bikes name is Hammerdown, it uses electricity sent through the group to knock enemies off their bikes (earth shatter)

Widow - sniper? Bike uses grapples to immobilize enemies

Sombra - :3 hacks of course, bike can cloak and :3 is clear and purple like plexiglass

Jack - guns mounted on bike, automatics. Glass wind guard doubles as “visor” for heavy accuracy.

Ana - rifle, bike has sleeper darts equipped and grenades.

Gabe - double heavy duties shot guns mounted on bike. Smoke bomb launchers (he plays dirty) Very efficient as dodging with back arms that allow for bike sliding. (slippery fella)

Genji - Wears a dragon blade (sword) on his back, wields while riding, nitro fuel =dash :D He’s a ninja too. Bike sends out shurikens.

Any ideas for Zen? Or others?

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PLOT?

Genji seeks Hanzo out to join up with him and overwatch to find the SPARK! woooo Let’s go save the world~

What's this world like? Food/water is scarce. Overwatch truce gangs convene at a worn down, rusty abandoned theme park. Complete with Ferris wheel and old baseball throwing booth. Jesse quite likes the place.

Revitalize a dying world trope? Genji finds Hanzo, convincing him to Help him and Overwatch locate the “SPARK”. - “Ain’t that a fool's tale? Told to calm kids at night and fester mischief?”

> SPARK - turns out to be a Vast lust underground cave system, complete with farm-able land and fresh water.

Symmetra: possible villain > turn ally? Crafty bitch that as knowledge of the “SPARK”. They seek her out. She uses Teleportals to travel :D making her a bitch to find. Is a villain til Hanzo befriends her….and she takes quite the shining to Pharah.

The Junk Slayers: Junkrat, RoadHog, Wreckingball (Hammond), And Queen; our hero’s meet this troublesome group and Hanzo, Jesse, and Ana get taken as hostage of War. Til, Ana, befriends Hammond and he helps them escape. Hammond joins Overwatch gang with Winston :D

Any idea’s for other obsticals? villains?

Please comment your ideas! <3 keep the creative train going! Idk if i plan to write anything on this story since i already have so much on my plate, but maybe, and maybe if lots of ppl like it.

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