#I understand how having him get into a massive car wreck that explodes and sends him into a river to drown would have been hard to film

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

They changed how it worked in the web novel and WEBTOON but that fight was satisfying. Although sorry to my neighbor who got to hear me joyfully shouting, “Rip his dick off!”

#marry my husband #park min-hwan #jeong su-min #I understand how having him get into a massive car wreck that explodes and sends him into a river to drown would have been hard to film

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 14: So If You Put a Fraction Into a Duel Disk, the Card Explodes

We left on quite the cliffhanger last episode, so I’ll fill you in:

I did not get the haircut.

Like I seriously considered getting a Zigfried for a cool 3 or 4 minutes there, but then I decided to wait a couple of days and I basically forgot.

But, back to the arc finale, Seto has decided to walk, not run, to the Kaiba lab in order to fix the virus rapidly eating his entire company.

I just want to point out that Zigfried went through a LOT of work to get Seto Kiaba to go “uggggh” turn around, and pretend to calmly walk away. I’m used to Seto losing his nut kind of a lot and blowing things up but this season he’s like “be chill be chill be chill” so that the entire world doesn’t think he’s a spaz on TV.

And little aside about Seto’s design choices here, I fell down a hole of interior design videos, and can I just say: apparently these wood frame things on the wall are back in style? Good on you, 2002(3?) Seto Kaiba. Don’t think that current designers are painting them purple but...we’re halfway there to Yugioh fashion.

Meanwhile, Pharaoh decides to remind everyone that these stakes are hella low. The worst that happens is that Zigfried deletes the plane that Yugi needs to fly home...which would be an impressive virus.

Like it’s hard to tell if Yami even has a solid concept of “capitalism” and whether or not he cares about or understands the makeup of Seto’s company (which up till now has operated like a small country and not a business...which is a little more Pharaoh’s understanding. Either way...hard to tell if Yami would shed two tears for the loss of Kaiba corp.)

And, despite what I say in the caps, I feel like Leon and Zigfried are the first villains we’ve ever had that Yugi and Pharaoh didn’t unintentionally disclose that they are 2 people to. Zigfried and Leon are just...completely oblivious to how effed up Yugi’s bean is. They think that’s just a normal kid and lol no dudes...y’all got distracted by Seto Kabia but you have a literal Egyptian God just hovering around in the background and dating 3 people by accident.

Like when the show shelves the main storyline, it is very funny how it’s all “And we’re gonna put the Pharaoh crisis on hold--just put a pin in it. No one will notice this child is two nervous wrecks stitched together” and then Yugi and Yami just kinda hold it in and watch all patiently until it’s their turn to get off the bench.

(read more under the cut)

In the giant computer tower, Seto Kaiba shouts out a string of orders and numbers, admired the many sonar detector looking windows open on every monitor, and then sat down at his desk to like...check the firewall, I guess?

The virus is past the firewall. It’s um...it’s inside the firewall, pretty sure that was the point, but youknow, it’s a kid’s show so they’re just throwing out computer stuff that has no meaning to the writers of this show.

Mokuba thinks fondly of how Seto Kaiba has never screwed him over (which I mean...maybe not on purpose, ((except for that one time he did screw him over on purpose to get Gozaburo Kaiba to accidentally give Seto Kaiba the company, but you could say that was a grander scheme that he knew Mokuba would see through, which...)) but Seto certainly has screwed Mokuba over accidentally. At least once.)

And meanwhile, Yami fixes everything through card shenanigans.

So here’s the shenanigan this episode: I don’t go over cards here but this one requires a limited amount of explanation.

So every round the golden castle deletes half of Yugi’s cards. So he was like...I’ll just draw down to one card. They can’t delete half a card...so that means the card must delete one of the two cards on the field which means it must delete itself.

...which is like the closest Yugioh will probably ever get to abusing a glitch to do a speedrunning tactic like GDQ.

Anyway, like I stated in the title: there are no fractions allowed in Yugioh. If you do that to your priceless one-of-a-kind card you got from winning one of Pegasus’ murder tournies, it will irreparably bust the card.

I’m sure at least one of you will correct me with the proper way to insert a fraction into your duel disk. Cuz like...as I say multiple times so we never forget, I barely pay attention to this card game and I’m just flying by the seat of my pants.

I want to say Seto and Mokuba were in the hacker chairs for like...3 minutes maybe before they realized “oh...Yugi fixed it...” and walked the half a mile back to the duel arena.

and also, as I’m looking at Seto’s glasses here, I just realized...all of Kaiba’s team wears sunglasses all the time. Inside, outside, night, or day...

They haven’t outright said this...but what if those aren’t sunglasses?

Is Roland and that other Roland wearing fancy cyber glasses? They are, right? Because they wear them indoors?

Damn, they can’t take a piss without being on call with Kaiba Corp, can they?

Now the problem is...Yugi played all of his cards (he has two in front of him face down, but none in his deck) and after milling himself, this means he’s now basically a sitting duck for Leon to take the title of “King of Games.”

Leon insists that he defend whatever scraps are left of his card honor and not duel a person who is carrying no cards and Yugi was like “COME AT ME BRO THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW I’M ALIVE.”

He didn’t even have to do a horror on Leon, he just...played cards good? I skipped it, I’ll be honest, but overall Leon’s card honor was...saved? Maybe? I mean he also go destroyed when his competitor had not a single card in his duel disk so...

...Leon will have to work on his card honor off screen because he’s pretty well humiliated at this point.

But stumbling onto the playing field like he’s half dazed/daydrunk, Zigfried is like “You forgot I already won, bastards!”

Which is when we find out that Zigfried’s “delete all” virus failed to press “enter” and deleted basically nothing. Just like when my Mom attempts to send something in Gmail but doesn’t press “Send” and tells me that Google is down and broken.

Sorry my bro has informed me that he ALSO has had to help my Mother locate the “Send” button and I just...I know she absolutely did that but I’m in denial that this Riddle of the Sphinx has happened to her multiple times.

Honestly, the pep talk we get from Leon at the end to cheer up his bro was a whole lot of “we will pick ourselves up and we’ll do better next time. Together.” and sure you can translate that as “we’ll be honest next time” or you can translate that as “next time we will be not nearly as obvious about inserting a virus into their computer until it is done doing the job, bro.”

Just like Dartz, we didn’t really get a whole lot of retribution or closure when it comes to Zigfried. But, unlike Dartz, Zigfried didn’t do too much murder, so I guess this is fine. He tried to cheat in a card game...

...and I guess tried to delete Kaiba Corp but youknow...

...people let him have that. The police saw the ticket of “this man tried to delete Kaiba Corp” and they just...didn’t arrest him. The judge saw that ticket and didn’t put out a warrant. They just let Zigfried have this, almost like “better luck next time, ya?”

And then Roland clocked out for the day and went home, thus ending this arc.

Look at all these characters, most of which we never saw duel even one card.

We also got one shot of Mai for some reason although she was not in this arc.

AAAHHHH. Every time I’m like “the show is done screwing geography” we get another freakin geography spook!

But we went back to California in order to get a scene of these guys in an airport to get a flight to Japan...

which means Rex and Weevil just...were they shipped home by the Kaibas? Because way to ditch getting arrested by the American Government, hot damn. They are...literally terrorists who destroyed a Caltrain in a plot to kill everyone in the world so like...really surprised Rex and Weevil are in public...but maybe all the FBI were dead at the time so they just didn’t know?

Meanwhile, Duke has to go back to Death Valley and call a tow truck for his car, RIP.

I sure hope he got PTO during this stunt and isn’t going home to a pink slip.

I’m not sure of Dukes life or anything going on with Duke. I’m sure the thing about Serenity is him joking because we have all forgotten about that girl by this point...but also...is Duke...still living in the Tenderloin? The crime rate is very, very high and the ground isn’t solid, so it will liquefy if there’s an Earthquake, but it is one of the few places in the Bay Area that doesn’t light on fire every year. He has that going for him.

I just really hope Duke moves out of the Tenderloin one of these days, he needs a better life.

Meanwhile, Rebecca does one last crime.

This is like a post-epidemic reaction to a hug, but in 2002(3?).

I don’t think I’ll miss Rebecca too much. Wanted to like her more, but she was under-utilized, like most of the characters on Yugioh. Not even just talking girl characters here--most characters on Yugioh are super under-utilized, just Tristan Wallflowers doing nothing, but also being selectively OP as hell about very specific things they never, ever need to do.

Speaking of the devil:

Yugi...just saved his entire company...

But Mokuba is just has to make sure to make it seem like they owed Mokuba and not the other way around. Just in case.

So off they go on this massive plane. It’s probably more to do with the length of the trip as to why the plane is so big but also...

This plane is overcompensating.

But before we analyze that, lets close the book on Seto Kaiba’s very short therapy arc. Overall, it was a nice distraction, but I can see why people call it a filler arc, as it really doesn’t affect...anything going on in the major plotlines, which makes me think it could have been a movie or a game or something. But overall, it’s not bad, it’s just not what you’d expect if you were a Western audience.

Like I’m preaching to the choir, but typically, Western stories are entirely plot focused, and so our arcs always give or take away from that plot. But in a Eastern story arc, it may instead be character focused, where the climax is a character evolving or coming to some sort of cathartic realization, which this arc was, in a big way. We still had some plot, because this is a Shonen, but overall it was about characters, and specifically whether or not Leon and his bro would reconcile or change--which they did.

We did get to see a little more growth on Seto in that he...didn’t go bonkers and hallucinate during a card game. It’s been a while since we’ve had him not do that. Seto was very chill this arc, which makes sense, it was a very chill slice of life arc for everyone involved.

So, next we move on to the next one, which bro has informed me...is

still not Bakura.

According to Bro, the next arc didn’t even air in the Japanese version of the show? Like he’s got a lot of spicy Yugioh headcanons so he could be wrong (He did tell me that he thought that Zigfried was Seto Kaiba’s ex boyfriend when he saw this as a kid which...that sure is a way to interpret this arc, and it probably wasn’t just my little brother who went down that thought tube there...)

(Bro Note: To be fair, I didn’t watch much of this arc as a kid.)

But he says the next arc was originally a movie. But they released it in the States as episodes to be part of S5, just to put more episodes in there. Which, if he’s correct, makes it seem like we’re getting like the Mulan 2 experience kind of shoved in between this arc and the next

But um..

according to bro it has virtually no card games.

.......

I’m so used to only capping 10 minutes an episode, what?

Anyway, until then, here’s the link to read the rest of these from the start in chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

I’m kinda itching to do a Season Zero, it’s been a hot minute--so those take a little longer to do, especially since I need to go to a different site I haven’t...checked out yet...I’ll be back...eventually? I just know that at some point in Season Zero they fight it out with yo-yo’s and I want to see it.

#yugioh #yu gi oh #ygo #S5 #Ep14 #Seto Kaiba #zigfried von schroeder #leon von schroeder #Yugi Muto #Joey Wheeler #Tristan Taylor #Mokuba #Tea Gardner #Duke Devlin #Rebecca Hawkins #recap #photo recap #episode recap

[creaturefeatures-and-mysticyarns]

A Modern Horseman

Characters: Male Dullahan, gender-neutral reader

Content Warnings: house fire, car accident, reference to depression/suicidal thoughts

Rating: Orange/PG-13

Word Count: 2467

You stared in horror at the black smoke rising from your home, trying to figure out how this had happened. You lived alone with a particularly grumpy tabby cat named Morwen, and never left candles or the like lit if you weren’t right there. And yet, you came home to the building on fire.

“Oh no! Morwen!” you suddenly cried, rushing forward with the realization that your cat was still probably trapped inside.

A hand reached out, grabbing your upper arm to hold you back and making you stop short in shock, after all until that moment you thought you were alone. You turned to glare at the stranger, annoyed that they were getting in the way of rescuing your cat. He was tall, thin, and incredibly pale (you might even have called it a deathly pallor if you were thinking about such things). He wore all black, pants, button down shirt, and long trench coat, nearly blending into the shadows of the alley around him. His thin lips curled into a frown.

“It’s not safe,” he rasped, shaking his head gently.

“Let go of me,” you snapped. “I’m not leaving my cat in a burning building!”

When he showed no sign of letting go, you yanked out of his grasp. You just made it across the street and to the corner of your lawn when you were thrown to the ground by a blast of heat, as the fire blew out your windows, raining glass shards across the grass and sending fingers of flame up into the sky. You heard a scream, only realizing belatedly that it was your own. Hot tears poured down your face as you continued to stare at the utter destruction before you.

Suddenly, the stranger was in front of you holding out an irate ball of fur toward you.

“She made it out the kitchen window before it exploded,” he said, struggling to keep her in his outstretched arms.

You frowned, puzzled at the statement since your kitchen windows weren’t open, but decided not to question your good fortune as you took Morwen from him and cuddled her against your chest. Immediately, she began purring and nuzzled further into you. When you looked up from her, to thank the stranger, he was gone. You heard the sound of a motorcycle engine fading into the distance before it was drowned out by the sirens of emergency vehicles arriving on the scene.

~

The next time you saw the stranger was about six months later, as you walked out of your office for the last time, a small cardboard box of belongings and a very small check all you had left of the job you had dedicated yourself to for three years. He was across the street, dressed the same as he had been the night of the fire and leaning against his massive, old-fashioned black bike. He raised a hand in a gesture of greeting, your eyes meeting across the lanes of traffic, and then rode off again without a word.

You tried to tell yourself it was coincidence as you walked to your car, dumped the box in the back seat, and pulled out of the parking lot.

~

The third time was when you were headed home for a while to visit your sister and her newborn daughter. A driver who had been weaving through the lanes of traffic clipped the corner of your own car, sending you spinning off the road and careening through the guardrail into a ditch. The first person who stopped to offer you aid was a tall motorcyclist in all black. You had hit your head on the steering wheel and was fading in and out of consciousness as he gently lifted you from your wrecked vehicle, laying you on the grass and taking off his helmet and then his entire head to bring it closer and listen for your breathing and heart rate.

“My cat,” you murmured, trying to convince yourself that you hadn’t seen what you thought. “My cat was in the back seat…”

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent tingles down your spine. “Always you and this cat.”

When you woke up in the hospital, thoughts swirling with images of handsome headless motorcyclists, you were told that you were lucky to be alive. By some bad luck of manufacturing error, the car had thrown you on impact, but that throw might have saved your life, since shortly after, the engine had caught fire.

“Morwen?” you asked, heart in your throat.

You mother patted your hand, careful to avoid the bandaged lacerations from your broken windshield. “She’s fine dear, the EMTs arrived on the scene just after the fire and heard her yowling. They got her out before she got hurt. She’s waiting at the house.”

You nodded, flooded with relief. But still your mind swirled. You were certain that you hadn’t been thrown from the car, and your injuries were fairly minor for that having happened. When you tried to ask about the motorcyclist who had stopped to help you, no one had any idea what you were talking about.

~

After you had recovered from your accident and returned to your regular routine, you couldn’t get the stranger out of your mind. Late one night a month or so later, as you laid awake staring at your ceiling, you thought you heard the sound of a motorcycle coming to a stop outside your new apartment. Heart in your throat, you threw a sweatshirt over the tank top and shorts you slept in, shoved your feet into a pair of tennis shoes by the door, and ran outside.

Sitting on his motorcycle in the shadow between two streetlights, was a rider in all black, his head detached from his shoulders and sitting on the handlebars. His body seemed to be twisting to look behind him while his head seemed intent on your building.

You gasped, and his body snapped toward your direction, lifting his head and tucking it under his arm, shielding it from view as if trying to protect it from getting stolen.

“Either I’m dreaming, or you’re a…” you paused, searching your mind for an appropriate word before awkwardly settling on, “…not human.” Your voice was soft, more curious than frightened or accusatory as you approached him.

He swallowed, an odd sight since his head and body both moved, but not quite in sync with each other.

“You are…” he shifted uncomfortably, “not dreaming.”

“Oh. I don’t think I understand what’s going on.”

“I can explain if you wish.”

“I’d like that,” you said, then shivered, pulling your sweatshirt closer, “but it’s pretty cold out here. Do you want to maybe come upstairs to talk?”

His eyes widened. It belatedly occurred to you that you were inviting a total stranger, who had multiple times been around when you had some sort of misfortune and had admitted to not being human, up to your apartment in the middle of the night, but shrugged. Something about him made you feel safe; you trusted him despite how little you knew.

“That would be…nice.” He said hesitantly, slowly rising off the bike and walking toward you, moving as if he was afraid you would panic and run. Quickly, you led him inside, just in case one of your neighbors decided on a late night walk, and gestured to your couch.

“Do you want any tea or coffee?” you asked.

He shook his head and you nodded and filled the kettle to make yourself a cup. He settled himself on one end of your couch, lanky legs folding surprisingly gracefully under him, and placed his head between his knees. Clutching your steaming mug, you sat on the opposite end and mirrored his criss-crossed pose.

“So…” you started, full of questions.

“I am happy to explain as much or as little as you would like,” he began, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, his pinkie visible above the line of sever.

“I guess, let’s start with who you are.”

“My name is William DeLoe. As for what I am, since I’m sure that will be your next inquiry. I’ve never quite figured that out for certain. Some sort of ghost, I think. A bit like the headless horseman of Sleepy Hollow, I suppose, except I can find my head and have no horse.” He laughed.

“Okay…” you frowned, puzzling through the information. “You have a motorcycle instead though right? How did you end up like this? Or, I guess you don’t have to answer that if it’s too uncomfortable.”

He shrugged. “It’s not so bad. I guess you’re right about my bike, I’ve never thought of that. I died in a crash back in the 60s. I’m pretty sure the guy that ran me off the road meant to do it, but I never proved it. Anyway, after I died, I woke up and just…kept going. Figured out eventually that if I’m careful, I can wear my head for short periods of time, which helps, but for the most part I carry it around.”

You were fascinated by his story and wanted to ask more questions but one thing was nagging at your mind first. “You keep showing up in my life, especially when I’m having…bad luck…”

He nodded. “I know what you’re thinking, but I promise, your house fire and car crash were not my fault. Sometimes I get this, sense about a person or a place, and I know I need to keep an eye on them. Usually, it’s someone who’s about to die; the dead spirits who struggle to cross over sometimes it helps that I’m around to talk them through dying and all.”

“So I’m marked to die and just haven’t yet?”

“No. I mean I don’t think. You felt different. I’ve been trying to keep an eye on you and protect you.”

“Oh. Well thank you, then I guess.”

“Yeah, well I’m pretty sure it’s my job so…” he rubbed the back of his neck again. “But you don’t make it easy, constantly trying to go back into terrible situations for your...stupid…cat…” as he spoke, you noticed that Morwen had snuck up on the pair of you and was rubbing against his head, butting into it and shifting it around his lap.

You couldn’t help but laugh as she pushed him aside and perched herself where it had been, delicately washing a paw and purring.

“I’m sorry,” you said through barely suppressed giggles as he stared up at the ceiling from his new angle. “On the plus side, that means she likes you…”

He huffed and righted himself, moving his head to the arm of the sofa, since Morwen refused to budge. “It’s fine. I’m glad she approves. She obviously means the world to you.”

You blushed lightly. “Yeah, it’s cliché, but we rescued each other. I was in a pretty bad place when I found her, sleeping in my engine when she was a kitten and…well I couldn’t go anywhere if I had to take care of her, you know.”

He bowed his shoulders in what you thought was a nod. “I’m sorry to hear that you went through that. Are you still…?”

“No, I eventually got out of that low spot and got things under control. It’s been about two years since I had any…thoughts.”

“Well then,” he lifted his head and brought it to level with Morwen. “Thank you for guarding them until I came along,” he said seriously. “The world would be darker and less beautiful without them. And my unlife much emptier, lesser.”

You blushed, ducking your head. “I can’t remember the last time someone said something nice like that about me,” you muttered. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you came into my life. And not just because you saved me, twice. I don’t know you well, yet, but I’d really like to.”

“Especially since, for a headless dude, you’re really cute,” you added under your breath.

Faster than you would have thought possible, and much to Morwen’s distress, he leaned forward, practically folding in half and holding his head so you were nearly nose to nose and staring intently into your eyes. Absently, you noted that his eyes were a beautiful, almost amber shade of brown.

“Do you mean that?” he asked, softly, almost breathlessly. “All of it? Even the part you hoped I didn’t hear?”

You blushed even brighter, and stuttered. “Yeah, I guess I did. I dunno.” You tried to shrug it off, but even still he smiled wildly, eyes sparkling.

He leaned back and Morwen squawked in indignation before jumping down to the floor to wash herself, pointedly.

“I look forward to it,” he said. “But as your semi-official guardian ghost, I’m sending you bed tonight. It wouldn’t do any good for us to get to know each other if you’re too tired and fall down the stairs to your death in the morning.”

You laughed. “I highly doubt that would happen, but I’ll take your point anyway. Let me walk you out first?”

He nodded. You rose, setting your half-empty mug on the kitchen counter as you slipped your shoes back on. When you turned around, he was standing surprisingly close to you, head tucked under one arm.

“Before we go, since we won’t be able to talk outside, in case someone spots me, may I try something?” he asked, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

You felt your heart beat faster, and nodded quickly, not trusting your suddenly dry mouth to form words.

He grinned and lifted his head to be level with your own. Holding it slightly forward, he gently pressed his lips to yours, kissing you with a gentleness that seemed almost hesitant. Smiling into the kiss, you returned the pressure of his lips with your own. As quickly as it began, the moment was over, and he pulled back, staring at you with adoration.

“That was…wonderful. I think there will need to be more, practice, to work out how kissing should be done best when one person’s head is not attached to their body, but we have an excellent starting point.”

You laughed. “I look forward to our experiments. And hey, at least you won’t have to bend down to meet my height.”

He chuckled in response. Reluctantly, holding hands with one another, you walked down your buildings staircase and all the way back to his motorcycle. He released you and casually, gracefully swung one leg over it.

“Goodnight,” he said softly, longingly. “Until the next time we see each other.” He pressed another sweet kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t wait so long next time,” you said, teasingly. “I like seeing you better when I’m having a good day than a bad one.”  

#inspired by the holiday #but no actual Halloween-ness to it #Dullahan #headless horseman #dullahan boyfriend #pre-relationship #might continue this another time #but I really wanted to put this out before the holiday is over #and I've got an hour left and no idea where to go from here so #reader-insert #gender-neutral reader #Morwen the cat #pretty fluffy stuff #but with just a bit of an angsty tinge #thoughts and constructive criticism welcome

[bitchinlyras]

hi!! jake/amy + 44? btw i'm a huge fan of your writing!

ahhh thank you! now this is an idea i’ve had for a while and this prompt is perfect for it.

44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” set during florida. what if amy hadn’t gotten to jake and jimmy figgis in time??

Amy hears the gunshots as she’s running for him, gun in hand, and it’s as if her blood both boils and freezes as she desperately pushes down the unburdened thoughts of what the gunshots could mean.

She stops at the corner of the building, her gun poised, and peeks round the corner, and her breath gets caught in her throat.

Someone. Someone on the ground.

Jake. Jake lying on the ground. No one else to be seen.

She rushes over to him, falling to her knees. He’s been shot just below his collar bone; the bullet has gone all the way through and blood is pooling out fast, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Jake,” she sobs, hand over mouth. She quickly takes off her own vest and shirt, and presses her shirt to the bullet wound, to stem the bleeding. She carefully lifts his head up, and wraps the shirt around so it presses against the exit wound too. She lets him down gently, and presses against the wound with her hand.

Her chest heaving as she tries to suppress her sobs, she fumbles with her phone, dialling 911. Not far off she hears a crash and a screech of tyres followed by some shouting.

“911 what’s your emergency?” Comes the operator’s voice.

“Uh, a police officer’s been shot, just below his collar bone. It’s gone all the way through so he’s bleeding out fast.” Amy says so quickly that her words tumble over one another. 

“When did this happen?”

“Less than two minutes ago.” She can feel her heart beating in her chest so fast it feels as if it’ll explode.

“And where are you?”

“Coral Palms, The Fun Zone.” Jake’s blood has soaked her shirt, and she can feel his warm blood on her hands. She squeezes her eyes shut and pretends this isn’t happening. She wills it to stop happening.

“We’re sending an ambulance and dispatch out right now. Do you know if the person who shot him has been disarmed?”

“No, I, I don’t know,” Amy stammers, “can you come quick he’s gonna bleed out.” She can’t keep the panic out of her voice.

“We’ll be with you within three minutes, ma’am, okay? Just keep pressure on the wounds.”

“I am, I am,” Amy tells her, her voice strained.

There’s a pause. “I’m going to hang up now ma’am, is that okay?”

“Uhh, I guess,” she says unsurely. “I mean there’s nothing else you can do.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, just stay calm and keep that pressure on until help arrives.”

“Thanks,” Amy murmurs and the woman hangs up, the dial tone beeping rudely.

“C’mon, Jake, just hold on,” she whispers, pressing both hands to the wound, “just two more minutes.”

“Amy?!” It’s Rosa running towards her. “What happened?” She asks, crouching down next to Amy.

“I don’t, I don’t know, I just… he was just like this.”

“Have you called-”

“Yeah, they’re on their way.”

Suddenly Gina comes running from the parking lot. “We got him! We got Figgis!” She’s shouting, and before Amy knows what she’s doing, before she can process the scream Gina lets out at the sight of Jake, she’s telling Rosa to put pressure on Jake’s wound and she’s running, gun in hand, the wind cool against her bare arms. 

Holt has Figgis handcuffed against a wrecked car, sirens echo in the distance, blue and red lights coupling them.

“Figgis,” Amy spits, her blood hot and every inch of her on fire. Holt jumps out of the way and she shoves Figgis against the car, pressing her gun to his neck. Holt protests, but it’s as of he’s far away, and she shake’s off his attempts to pull her away.

Figgis smiles, a wry laugh escaping his lips. “How’s your boy?” He teases.

She pushes the barrel of the gun further into him. “If he dies,” she whispers, her face inches from Figgis, “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he snarls.

She turns the safety off, digging extra hard into his neck. “Don’t you fucking test me.”

Next thing she knows arms are grabbing her and voices are yelling. They pull her away from him but not before she has the chance to kick Figgis in the balls.

It takes her a moment to realise she’s surrounded by cop cars and ambulances, and people rushing in all directions. Rosa is leading her somewhere and saying words that Amy’s not processing.

“This is Jake’s ambulance,” Rosa says as they reach one of the far ambulances, “we’ll meet you at the hospital, okay?”

She leaves Amy standing cluelessly in front of the ambulance. “Are you Jake Peralta’s wife?” The paramedic asks her.

“I, uh, I’m his… Yeah, I am,” Amy stutters, grabbing the arm offered out to help pull her up into the back of the ambulance.

The doors are pulled shut and they drive off quickly. Jake is lying on the stretcher, connected up to a heart monitor beeping too slow for comfort. The paramedic in the back is holding pressure to the front of the wound and constantly yelling different pieces if medical jargen that Amy doesn’t understand to the driver.

She looks at Jake and feels it all rushing up inside her. The six months of longing, loving, missing, the sudden possibility that Jake, her Jake, was going to die here and now. She reaches out for his hand and squeezes it, letting herself cry.

“If you die,” she tells him, “I’m gonna kill you.”

—-

At the hospital they rush him to surgery, telling a shocked Amy what they’ll be doing who takes in none of it. She’s left alone in the waiting room, feeling cold in only her bloodied singlet. She shivers and wraps her arms around herself, letting out a howl of pain.

The rest of the Nine-Nine arrive not long after, all of them simultaneously embracing Amy and bombarding her with questions she has no ability to answer.

“What condition did they say he was in?” Asks Charles, who looks as of he’s been crying more than Amy.

“Umm, critical, he lost a lot of blood,” Amy replies, on the brink of bursting into tears again.

“Did they say he’d be okay?” Terry asks her.

“I don’t, uhh, I don’t, I dunno know,” her voice breaks and she has to bite her bottom lip and shut her eyes to stop herself from crying.

She feels a hand on her back, guiding her away from the others. She opens her eyes to see Rosa, and once again she lets her lead her away, because anything is easier than thinking right now.

Rosa takes her to a gift shop where she purchases a large t-shirt that says ‘GET BEARY WELL’ with a picture of a teddy bear with a crutcher and a bandage across its face. Then they head to a (thankfully empty) bathroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Rosa says, pulling the singlet over Amy’s head and chucking it in the bin. Amy spots herself in the mirror, and it takes her a moment to process that her reflection is indeed her. She has blood everywhere. Jake’s blood. There’s a bit on her face and in her hair, some on her stomach where it had gone through her singlet, a little on her pants; her hands and forearms are covered in it - some of it isn’t even dry, just clinging on in sticky clumps.

Rosa washes her quickly and practically, using warm water and paper towel. She wipes down Amy’s face first, then her stomach, and lastly her red arms and hands. 

Amy just stands there motionless, letting Rosa work around her, surprised at her gentleness, wondering what sounds Jake’s heart monitor might be making right now.

Rosa finally pulls the beary t-shirt over Amy’s head. “You okay?” She asks her, and Amy has never heard so much kindness and vulnerability in Rosa’s voice.

Amy looks down at her feet. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, Rosa,” she looks up and meets Rosa’s dark eyes, “I don’t know what I’m going to do if he dies.” 

“He’s not going to die,” Rosa tries to keep her voice steady and firm, but it wavers at the end, and she wills herself to remain strong for Amy, who is crumbling in front of her.

“You don’t know that,” Amy’s face crumples, and tears run down her freshly cleaned face. “I’ve never seen so much blood,” she whispers; she thinks of her shirt, of the complete dark red his blood had turned it. “I didn’t even kiss him tonight, or tell him I love him. It’s been six months and I haven’t.”

For the first time in her life Amy finds herself being hugged by Rosa, and she feels herself completely breakdown in that moment, ragged sobs echoing the bathroom as she cries into Rosa’s dark hair.

Amy’s not sure how long Rosa holds her like that while she cries. “We better go back out there before we miss any news,” Rosa finally says, letting go of Amy.

Amy nods, and they had back out.

—-

It’s been over two hours of waiting when they finally hear Jake’s name being called.

They all rush over to the doctor. “Are you Jake Peralta’s wife?” The doctor asks her.

“I’m his partner, yeah,” Amy replies, “is he okay?”

“Yes,” the doctor confirms, and a sigh of relief echoes throughout the entire squad - with both Charles and Amy letting out more of a sob of relief.

“The operation was success,” the doctor continues, “he lost a lot of blood, and we had to do a massive transfusion as well as stop some internal bleeding in the chest, but we are confident he will make a full recovery, though it may be a while before he has full use of his left shoulder.”

“Can we go see him?!” Charles asks desperately.

“He is in the ICU, and he’s still asleep, so we only allow immediate family to go in.” The doctor nods at Amy.  

“I’ll let you guys know when he’s awake,” she says, turning to the squad, “thank you… for everything.”

“We’ll be here,” Holt tells her, nodding reassuringly.

The doctor leads her to Jake’s room. 

He’s alone and asleep, an oxygen mask on his face and a heart monitor beeping comfortingly next to his IV.

Amy walks over to him, delicately tracing his face with her fingers; with trembling lips she presses a kiss to his forehead. “I love you,” she murmurs, tears dangling from her eyelashes. She closes her eyes and presses her forehead to his, breathing in time with his heart monitor. 

She moves the chair in the corner right next to his bed, and curls up in it, clutching his hand so tight and entwining their fingers.

She watches his chest rise and fall and listens to the sound of the heart monitor. She’s so tired, but everything that’s happened in the past twenty four hours rushes through her mind, and she’s not sure she’d be able to fall asleep even if she tried.

She almost proves that statement wrong twenty minutes later, as her eyelids begin to feel heavy, and they flutter shut, right at the moment that she feels Jake squeeze her hand weakly.

Her eyes snap open. “Jake?!” She exclaims, sitting up excitedly.

His eyes flutter open. “Ames?” Jake slurs, his voiced muffled even more by the oxygen mask.

Her face breaks into a smile, tears back in her eyes. “Oh, I missed you so much, Jake. I’m so glad you’re okay. I let the others know you’re awake.” She quickly pulls out her phone and texts Rosa.

“Figgis?” He mumbles.

“We got him. Well, Holt and Gina did.” Amy tells him, her voice racing. “It’s all over Jake, you can come home.”

He shuts his eyes again, and squeezes Amy’s hand reassuringly. “Home.” Jake murmurs, smiling weakly underneath his oxygen mask; happiness blossoming inside his chest.

that was a bit longer than intended and i havent checked it for typos or anything so i hope it’s okay!

#b99 #b99 fic #peraltiago #jake x amy #mywriting #otp: i love you so much

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To Make Our Own Future

Happy Birthday @noradarhkpalmer!!!! Have some Darhkatom Timeless AU!

AO3

“You sure you can trust that book?”

Nora Darhk nodded her head and closed the journal. She had lost count of the times she had read over it since that night in the bar. There were things in there that she was going to have a hard time doing. But after a lifetime of being brainwashed, it was time to make things right. If things worked out, everything she’d do in the coming months would be worth it in the end.

Her fingers ran over the golden initials on the cover. RP.

              When Ray Palmer answered the door to the Homeland Security agent in the middle of the night, he did not realize that his life was going to change drastically. He had thought the most exciting point of his evening was having a beer with Sydney in the kitchen while lamenting being passed up on tenure and how he felt like he was letting their father down. David Palmer had encouraged his sons to live up to his legacy before the tumors had been discovered and Sydney left the hospital to take care of him in the last few months. That had left Ray to carry on the family legacy at the university’s history department.

“You can always quit and go somewhere where people want you,” Sydney suggested.

“Uh-uh,” Ray shook his head. “Dad built the department. There’s no way I can leave it after working towards this my entire life. I can’t just throw my future away like that.”

“Quit worrying about disappointing Dad,” Sydney said. “Grow a backbone and make your own future.”

The words were meant to be comforting. His brother’s advice always was given with a barbed edge. It was Sydney taking after their father, whose high expectations sometimes warred with loving his sons. But as inspirational as the words were, Ray still didn’t want to let people down.

Ray was checking on David and looking at the picture of the Palmer men at their high school graduation. His dad was asleep as he usually was when the doorbell rang. Ray had gotten up to answer the door and was told that he needed to come with the agent immediately. Sydney had tried to get the agent to spill what was happening, but to no avail. Ray agreed to go and promised Sydney he’d be back as soon as he could.

              They took him to Stein Industries and had him sit in a waiting room. A woman with dark hair split by a blond highlighted curl was lounging nearby. She seemed tired as she told him she didn’t know why she was here either. The next person who entered the room, Agent West, introduced the woman as Kendra Saunders, a soldier who belonged to some sort of special forces unit. Ray and Kendra were then brought to a conference room and the rest was explained.

“Nora Darhk,” Agent West explained, pulling up a photograph on the computer with a list of information beside it. “Former NSA asset until a few months ago. Now she’s wanted for killing her parents a year ago. This is the first we’ve heard of her since then.”

Agent West pulled up a security video. Ray watched as Nora climbed the ladder to some sort of massive orb, a gun brandished in her hand. She stared at the camera before climbing inside an opening. Moments later, the orb sucked itself out of existence.

“What…what was that?” Ray asked as Kendra frowned and leaned forward.

              Martin Stein, owner of Stein Industries, made his entrance then and explained to him and Kendra that time could be bent back into a loop to send someone back to an earlier point. He was actually talking about time travel and had made a time machine without telling the government. To be more accurate, two had been made and Nora Darhk had stolen one of them. Luckily, the prototype, the Lifeboat, was still around and could be used to go after Nora and figure out what her intentions were.

“We want you to travel to this date and figure out why he’s there,” Agent West said as the Lifeboat was lowered into place before their eyes. “May 6, 1937, and an address for a tavern in Manhattan. Mean anything to you, Dr. Palmer?”

“The Hindenburg,” Ray answered automatically. “So Nora actually went back there?”

“Yes, and if she changes history, time and reality change too,” Stein told him. “Dr. Palmer, we need you to help bring Ms. Darhk down.”

“Why me? There’s tons of other history professors out there?”

“You’re world class, one of the best,” Agent West said. “You know local customs, you can blend in, and you still know what the outcomes should be. But I would think someone who loves history so much would do anything to save it.”

“And you can’t tell me you’re not a little bit curious about how this works?” Kendra added with a grin.

Sydney’s words came back to him. Make your own future.

Ray sighed and nodded. “Let’s go save history.”

              A young engineer for SI named Jax was the pilot for him and Kendra back to the time period. After taking a few minutes to gape around in shock and awe that they were in the past, the newly formed trio began to make their way into town. Kendra and Jax had to wait outside after getting too much attention in the bar, leaving Ray to work on his own. However, Ray found journalist Joe Boardman leaving and they managed to get him to talk with them. Boardman had seen Nora from the picture they’d been given from the security footage and informed them that she had been in the bar dressed as a man. She’d volunteered for ground crew duty to help bring down the Hindenburg.

              Thanking Boardman, they hurried to the landing field. Ray managed to get people looking for Nora with the lie that she was an infected patient that needed to be returned to the hospital, but she was nowhere to be found. He was so focused on finding her that he didn’t notice the airship landing until he heard the applause. Confused, Ray looked and saw not a zeppelin bursting into flames, but whole with people exiting it unscathed.

Nora had changed history not to make the Hindenburg explode, but to land safely.

Ray turned around, looking for Kendra or Jax before spotting a flash of dark hair slipping into a hanger. He took off after it, which was probably stupid given he was unarmed and she was dangerous. As soon as he entered the hanger, someone grabbed him from behind and forced him down onto his knees. Nora Darhk was standing away from him with another woman.

“She wants to speak to you,” the deep voice said in his ear. “If you cause any trouble, I’ll shoot you.”

Ray nodded before he was hoisted to his feet. Suddenly the grip released and then a man fell down next to him. Nora’s eyes widened before she and the other woman took off running. Ray started to run after her until Jax shouted out his name. Spinning around, he saw the engineer limping towards him with Kendra, who had a gun.

“Did she hurt you?” Kendra asked as Jax shut the door of the hanger so no one saw the body. “Are you okay?”

“She didn’t hurt me,” Ray shook his head. “But she just changed history.”

              In the hanger, Jax found a radio on the man Kendra had shot and started working on trying to rewire it to get in touch with Nora. Ray managed to figure out that Nora had stopped the Hindenburg from blowing up by getting the ground crew to carry the ropes instead of dragging them through the mud. After Jax discovered the radio’s insides had been gutted and replaced with something else, Kendra realized that it was now the detonator of a bomb and that Nora was still likely planning to blow up the Hindenburg. She’d kept the paper they’d gotten earlier with Joe Boardman’s article and found out the Hindenburg was flying back to Europe with a new passenger list. Among them were key historical figures that Ray recognized and knew whose deaths would severely impact history in the coming years.

“She didn’t want to blow it up when it landed,” Ray murmured. “Nora’s going to blow it up when it leaves. Why is she doing this?”

“Her parents were involved in the government and she killed them,” Kendra reminded him. “Maybe she’s working to take out more people in government in the past to ruin the future?”

“There has to be something more to it though, right?” Ray asked them. “There’re got to be.”

“Not always,” Kendra shook her head.

Before Ray could respond, police were suddenly swarming the hanger, putting the three of them under arrest.

              Getting out of prison was not easy, but Jax managed to make a good enough speech about how the world would change that gave Kendra the time she needed to open the cell and take out the cops with their help. From there, they had to steal a car and drive back to the airfield and get back on the ship. They ran into Joe Boardman again, who nearly turned them in until they told him about the bomb. He then agreed to help them, admitting he’d seen Nora come from the kitchen. By the time they found it, the Hindenburg was back in the air.

              Kendra and Joe stayed behind to defuse the bomb while Ray and Jax headed to the cabin to get the airship turned around. Ray fabricated a lie that they belonged to the Anarchist Black Cross and that they would detonate a bomb on the ship unless it was turned around. Their strategy worked well and the ship began to land again. However, just as they were about to touch ground, an explosion rocked the cabin and Jax started pushing him towards an exit.

              The jump down to the ground wasn’t very far thankfully. As he picked himself up from the grass, Ray looked around him. People were on the ground, screaming out for help. Others were running from the flames. Some were disoriented, staring at the burning wreck. Officers were doing what they could. This was history that he was witnessing in its raw state. Watching it play out was even more horrific than he’d imagined when he’d studied it.

Ray did what he could to help people before Nora Darhk suddenly appeared in his path.

“You and I have to talk,” she said, the gun in her hand glinting in the light of the blazing Hindenburg. “I need you to understand who and what you’re dealing with.”

Ray took a step forward. “I’m trying to figure this all out, Nora. I can call you Nora, right?”

The corner of her lips quirked for a moment. “You can call me, Nora, Ray.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I’ve learned a lot about you,” she explained. “The woman you call your mother is dead. You believe that you’re meant to be a historian just like your father, except you never really wanted that. You wanted to be a scientist.”

Despite the heat from the flames, Ray felt cold. He’d only ever told Sydney that, and there was no way his brother was working with this woman.

“I know that because of this,” Nora held up a journal and opened it for him to see.

Ray looked down at the pages, reading his own handwriting discussing the moon landing. “I didn’t write that…”

“Maybe not yet,” Nora closed the book. “But one day you will. Trust me, Ray.”

“Trust you?” Ray turned to the wreckage behind them. “Where we’re standing right now…I’m not sure if I can. Why should I even believe you? You stole a time machine, you murdered your parents! If you give me one good reason, I’ll talk with you and try to figure this out.”

“I didn’t murder my parents,” Nora snapped. “It was Rittenhouse. They betrayed me and my family.”

Ray frowned. “What?”

“When you get back, ask them why they really chose you,” Nora said. “And ask them what Rittenhouse is.”

“Why can’t you tell me that now?”

“Because that’s not how you-”

Nora looked up sharply and spun him around. Once again, he was forced onto his knees as Nora pointed the gun at Kendra, whose own gun was aimed at Nora. The fugitive told the soldier that she wouldn’t be able to take the shot. When Kendra did, it hit Nora in the shoulder. Nora fired back, but Kendra ducked and the bullet hit Joe Boardman instead.

Ray and Kendra ran over to him while Nora made her escape. They tried to keep Joe alive, but the bullet was too deep, and Kendra watched the man who looked like her dead husband perish before her eyes.

              When they got back to present, history had indeed changed. According to Martin Stein and Agent West, the Hindenburg now exploded on May 7 in the early hours of the morning. Three members of the Anarchist Black Cross had bombed it and had never been brought to justice. Joe Boardman and one of Nora’s lackies had been the only two casualties. Nora was still at large.

“Why did you choose me?” he asked, remembering Nora’s words to him once he explained that he’d talked with her after the ship went down. “And does Rittenhouse mean anything to you?”

“I have no idea,” Agent West shook his head, and that was the end of that conversation.

              Nora’s time machine said she was in present day again, but they didn’t know where or why she was doing this. Ray put forth a theory that he’d been pondering. Establishments were so much more fragile in the past compared to the present. Take them out then and they wouldn’t be there now. She was effectively trying to rewrite history.

“It doesn’t make sense how she’d go from killing her parents to this,” Agent West sighed as he looked at Ray, Kendra, and Jax. “None of you are to speak a word about this to anyone outside this room. Ms. Darhk still has the Mothership. If she jumps again, we’ll call you in to go after her. Until then, go home and rest up.”

Ray nodded slowly, then went to go change into modern clothes and head home.

“Good news is you didn’t die,” Kuasa said as she snipped the thread from the last of the stitches. “Plus you have a scar now.”

Nora wordless nodded her thanks as the other woman left the room. Once she was gone, Nora got up from the chair and retrieved the journal from the pocket of the coat she’d been wearing. Cracking it open, she read over the next encounter she and Ray would have that he had written about in the book. Abraham Lincoln’s assassination, another horrible thing she’d have her hand in. If he didn’t already hate her after tonight, then he would after this one.

She didn’t understand how the entries changed the further she got into the book. There was a purpose to these despicable things, a good one. But as she did them on the opposite side of Ray, she didn’t understand how he would see her as anything else than a villain. If they were in each other’s places, that would be how she’d see him.

With a sigh, Nora flipped to the last pages of the book, coming across what she’d dubbed the impossible photograph. The one with her, Ray, and someone else.

She had seen that time could change and wondered if it would affect the photograph at some point.

              By the time he made it into the house, Ray was ready to pass out on the couch instead of walking up the stairs to his room. If Sydney wanted answers, then he would have to wait for them until the morning. Ray was way too tired to be answering anything right now. Besides, if he couldn’t tell his twin, then he’d need the night to concoct a good lie to satisfy him.

“Syd?” he yawned as he opened the door and walked inside. “I’m back!”

There was no response, so he tried again as he wandered towards the couch in the living room. “Sydney? Are you with Dad?”

“Hey, son.”

              Ray stiffened and turned towards the sound of the voice. His father was sitting on the other couch he’d intended to crash on, an open book in his hand. There were no breathing tubes, no IV attached to his arm. David Palmer looked perfectly healthy, not wasted away like he’d been when Ray left the house.

“Dad?” Ray breathed, feeling a spurt of alertness.

“What was all that yelling for when you came in?” David asked, standing up and going over to the teapot. “Want a cup?”

Ray was speechless. His dad was okay. His dad wasn’t sick.

“Ray,” David frowned at him as he poured himself a new cup of tea. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re okay.”

“Of course, I’m okay, you know that.”

Ray stepped forward and hugged his dad tightly for the first time in what felt like forever. When he’d been sick and frail, Ray had always felt so scared about crushing David. Now, he didn’t have to worry about that for once.

“Ray, what’s going on?” David asked, hugging him before pulling himself back. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. But I don’t get it…how did the Hindenburg do this? How are you okay now?”

“Ray, I’ve always been okay,” David shook his head. “You’re not making much sense though.”

“That doesn’t matter right now,” Ray grinned. “I’m really happy to see you, Dad.”

“Thanks, Ray. Did you bring that girl with you?”

Ray paused. “That girl?”

“Oh, you know I’m joking when I call her that. But is she around?”

“Uh…no, just me,” Ray covered quickly. “Where’s Sydney? Is he sleeping?”

Something flickered on David’s face before he frowned and shook his head again. “Raymond, you keep talking about this person. Who’s Sydney?”

All the air felt like it had gone out of his lungs. Ray searched his father’s face for any sign of amusement, but none was to be found. Not to mention that David was never prone to joking around very much as he had gotten older. A horrible feeling began to come over Ray as the unthinkable occurred to him.

“No,” Ray shook his head and backed up. “Sydney? This isn’t funny anymore!”

“Ray, hang on, what’s going on?”

He ignored his father as he caught sight of one of the photo frames. Ray bolted over to it and picked it up. Earlier that night, it had been him and Sydney at high school graduation with their father. Now it was just him and David.

But that was impossible. You couldn’t just erase a twin…could you?

Ray dropped the photograph back on the table like it had burned him. “This is wrong.”

“Ray, what are you talking about? I’m starting to get worried, son.”

Before Ray could answer, his phone started ringing. He’d never been so grateful for the distraction before. “Hello?”

“Dr. Palmer? We need you back here,” Agent West said on the other end. “The car’s turning around to pick you up. Ms. Darhk took out the Mothership again.”

“I’ll be ready. Where did she go?”

              Outside of the Palmer house, a young woman stood beside one of the lilac bushes in the backyard. She watched through the window as the younger of the two men inside grabbed a photograph before setting it back down quickly. He was arguing with the older man before picking up his phone to answer it. When he turned toward the window, she quickly moved to hide herself behind the leaves. Still, she could see the worry on his face shift into determination before hanging up.

              The woman peeked her head out of the bushes slightly, unable to stop herself from smiling a little. Ray Palmer was grabbing his coat inside and telling David Palmer that he’d have to go. He would be gone for hours, still chasing after Nora Darhk with Kendra Saunders and Jefferson Jackson. Soon, David would be out of the house. Once he was, she could sneak in and take the pictures of the documents that she needed.

Her parents would need the pictures of as many old Rittenhouse documents as they could get to fight the resurrected organization in her time.

#legends of tomorrow #au #timeless #ray palmer #nora darhk #darhkatom #kendra saunders #jefferson jackson #sydney palmer #david palmer #joe boardman #martin stein #joe west #fanfiction #noradarhkpalmer #happy birthday

[walkers-warriorsandangels]

The Overwatch/Angels are Dicks Ch. 5

 Ok, so I have lost track of how long it has been since the last chapter. However here it is, the latest installment. This whole thing has been a relearning process, and I think I might have it close to pinned down with this chapter. Hope you enjoy!

WARNING; THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME OR ALL OF THE FOLLOWING

Mentions of violence

Gore

Foul language

Innuendos

Stressful/Traumatic situations

You try to understand the information you’ve been given, but it really doesn’t make sense. You decide to return your attention back the threat outside, a mere four maybe five houses away. The woman had been brought to her feet and restrained by two of the Saviors. Negan was pacing and swinging Lucille playfully, taunting the male on his knees with the occasional swing for the fences. 

“He’s going to kill him with that baseball bat isn’t he…” Sam asked with concern. “It’s hard to tell with Negan. He’s unpredictable as fuck!” You fearfully responded. The scene up the street appeared to be wrapping up with both runners surviving. Suddenly, with no apparent provocation, Negan took a massive swing with Lucille. Lucille made a solid connection with the left side of the guy’s head who was in the midst of standing. The blow took him off his feet. You notice a literal red mist from the blood exploding into the air, the headlights glow a grim crimson.  “HOLY SHIT!!” Dean nearly shouts, “That was an insane hit! Did you see that Sammy?!?”  “Yeah Dean, I saw it,” Sam responded with concern. “I saw something else too Dean…” Sam paused as if he didn’t trust what he had seen. “Well don’t leave me hangin Sam! What, did he not rotate his hips or something?” Dean retorted with a sarcastic but worried tone.  Sam took a deep breath and spoke incredulously “Dean, I saw yellow eyes…”

With disbelief all over his face Dean says, “You’re shitting me Sam. Come on, that’s even less possible, I shot that son of a bitch myself with the Colt years ago!”

“I know what I saw Dean!” Sam angrily rebutted.  You interrupt the argument growling, “Look, I don’t know what the flying fuck you two are talking about, but keep it the fuck down!! Unless you want to end up like that guy over there!” The brothers look at you and nod in understanding. You return to the graphic scene outside. Negan, repeatedly beating the now limp body of the male runner. After what seemed like hours, Negan finally stopped. He began to pace before his congregation, passionately delivering a sermon of obedience. He raised the bloodied bat in the air and waved it in a circle, and everyone loaded up and the Saviors leave. 

Approximately a half hour goes by before anyone is comfortable speaking, in fear of being discovered. Finally, you broke the silence. “Will someone please FUCKING explain to me what in the HELL you two were fighting over?!” You spoke with an angry but concerned tone. The Winchesters looked at each other as if they were having a conversation, deciding who was going to tell you what you wanted to know. Eventually Dean speaks up. “Look, y/n, what I’m about to tell you is gonna sound insane. Not I partied too hard last weekend insane, but lock you up in a padded room heavily medicated till you’re drooling on yourself insane.“ Sam interjected, "I think y/n gets the idea Dean.“ Dean fired back, "I know Sam, I just want y/n to understand why this is a big deal.“ Dean continued, "it started when Sammy here was just a baby……” Dean went on and spoke about the yellow eyed demon that killed their mother, how obsessed their father became with finding and killing it. He spoke about the Colt and how a single shot could kill any monster. Dean said with deep emotion, “I was in the hospital after a car wreck, things… Things weren’t looking that great for me. So, our dad made a deal with ole yellow eyes to keep me alive. A life for a life, but that wasn’t enough, no, Yellow Eyes wanted the Colt too, and to save my life, he gave the demon everything he wanted.” Dean paused for a bit, and Sam stepped in.

“ The demon was trying to raise an army for Lucifer and a bunch of us the demon chose were gathered up for a battle royale to decide who was going to lead this so-called army.”Sam carried on with the story, that he died and how Dean traded his soul for his life. He mentioned that Sam Colt built a massive devils trap around a “Hell Gate” and the key to said gate just so happened to be the infamous kill-anything Colt revolver. 

“Once the gate was opened, we saw our dad grab yellow eyes so Dean could take the shot with the Colt, killing Yellow Eyes. Or that’s what we thought up until today.” Sam’s words were filled with confusion and frustration.

The boys had been through a lot, you thought to yourself. You hoped that it was just a coincidence that Negan looked like their father. Dean came to relieve you from your watch duties. You couldn’t help but ask him.

“Is there a possibility that the demon somehow tricked you guys and came here?”

Dean sat and thought for a brief moment before answering. “Honestly, with the hell we’ve been through, anything is possible anymore.”

Sam hurried in from the other room, “Dean, what y/n said, makes sense.”

Dean snipped back,” Well Sammy, do you care to explain how the damn Colt didn’t kill Yellow Eyes?”

“Well, actually it’s a stretch but, it could explain a lot of things, even the zombies here!” Sam retorted with an intelligent smirk. “Okay, remember when that demon told you yellow eyes name?”

“Yeah, Azazel.” Dean responded inquisitively. “So what?”

“Well, I’ve been doing research on the name for a while now and everything I’ve been pulling up is angel related. As in, Azazel was one of the original fallen angels,” Sam answered.

“Okay Sam, that’s fascinating and all, but what the hell does that have to do with what we are dealing with right now?” Dean quickly quipped.

Sam was on his heels with a response. “Well, can you name an angel that has pulled a fast one on us? More than one damn time?”

Dean sat there for a moment contorting his face while trying to recall information. Sam beats him with an answer.

“Gabriel, Dean. Remember?  He was posing as the trickster, and made us think we killed him multiple times before revealing to us his true identity as a former Arch Angel!”

“I’m still not on the same page Sammy. Can we just get to the point?” Dean recanted irritably.

Sam rolled his eyes before explaining. “Okay, so like I said this is a stretch, but, what if Azazel made it look like we took him out with the Colt to get us off his trail. Then when in the clear he bolted here with dad and somehow created this nightmare? If lucifer can send us here as a fallen angel, why couldn’t Azazel?”

Dean stood up and paced, digesting the information. “SON OF A BITCH!”

If you’re still here, thank you for reading. Idid have more fun with this part.I feel likeI have the ball rolling a little better now andI might be able to get more chapters out faster than Ihave been. As always I am open to constructive criticism, and in the near future I will be making a master list so that this will be easier to follow. 

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