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anonimusunnoaniswriting · 5 months

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader Genre: Smut, no hurt just comfort, fix it fic Word Count: 3089 Warnings: PWP, mild ddlg, soft dom Nanami, plus size reader, female bodied reader, use of the word 'cunt', no protection, pussy eating, 69, pet names, very cutesey shit. Summary: Days after the incident at Shibuya, your lover and you finally get a day of rest. But Nanami and you have missed each others company, and you take the opportunity to reacquaint yourself with each other. A/N: I reject the canon. The canon does not get to have my man Nanami Kento. This is a purely self indulgent fic. It takes place after the incident at Shibuya but veers off after the burning. Nanami Kento LIVES. He is very much alive, in our arms, being loved and worshiped. Mahito? Idk them. This goes out to all the girlies that -- like me -- have lost their sanity a little bit over this man.

There’s a faint fragrance of tea when you open your eyes. The morning light scatters through the windows which have been opened to let the crisp autumn air in. Pink curtains flutter in the breeze – the ones you insisted on having when you saw them in the shop window. You reach out to the other side of the bed and feel the sheets, the warmth of its recent occupant fast fading.

You swing your legs over the edge and find your fluffy slippers. Another impulse buy, but this time, not yours. His. He’d noticed how you always hated your toes being cold especially when you just got out from under the covers. So, when he saw them in a shop while out on a mission, he’d picked them up for you. After swiftly brushing your teeth in the adjoining bathroom, you head outside. The warmth of the kitchen beckons you, as well as the promise of finding him, so you make your way there, picking at the remnants of sleep from your eyes.

Your lover, Nanami Kento, stands at the stove with his back to you. “Tea’s almost ready my love.” He says, without turning. Of course, he heard you coming! His senses are as sharp as a cats. You pad up to him and put your arms around his waist feeling the broad expanse of his back against your chest.

“You should’ve woken me” Your voice is soft and still laden with sleep. He loves hearing you like this. Smushing your face into his back you take a long, deep breath. His scent is comforting to you. Like home. Like love. Like tea and biscuits.

“I was just about to.” He replies. You can feel him moving. He’s pouring out the tea. Black Darjeeling with a spoon of honey. The perfect drink for this weather you think to yourself. You kiss his broad back, as he picks up the mugs and slides one arm over your head, manoeuvring you to come and nestle against his side. Even though it’s not winter yet, there’s a chill in the air, but Nanami foregoes a tee, opting to stay barechested. You hope he doesn’t fall sick, but know that his body runs hot, so for him, it’s nothing really to be in just his sweatpants. The incident in Shibuya had left its scars. He called his left side ‘scary’. He’d been healed of course – physically, but sometimes, you thought, there was still some healing left to be done. He would cover himself as much as possible whenever he was outside, so truth be told, for him to even show you this… The first few days had been the toughest. The fear, the pain that wasn’t really there but still was, the covering up. It had taken a lot of kisses – a lot of love, to get to this. A place where he knew you appreciated him, regardless of the way his skin looked. But a reminder every now and then never hurt.

The two of you don’t speak much, but you don’t need to really. Five years into a relationship, some things become as smooth as breathing. Morning routines on holidays are one of these very things. Sipping tea, watching the birds fly in the sky as it gets bluer. The kitchen windows are like a small portal to a different world at this time of the day. Outside, you can both hear the people waking up and starting to walk around, up and down the street in front of the apartment. But up here, the two of you are in a little bubble of your own. You turn your head and lay a kiss on Nanami’s chest. He hums a deep rumble that you feel, despite it being soft. A kiss on your head. Another on your forehead. Nanami’s mug set back down on the counter. He places a finger right under your chin and gently tilts your head up; just enough – that he can now lower his and kiss your lips. You melt into his touch. “Min-min…” Things had been getting harder, you know this. The curses were getting tougher, the hours longer, and the time for rest was practically nonexistent. The two of you had barely had any time for each other, so today was precious. Who even knew what the future would bring…

Nanami backs you into the counter. His hand runs down your arm and takes the mug you’re still holding to place it safely away. His lips don’t leave yours for a moment. Gentle, drawn-out touches soon turn harder and more desperate.

“I’ve missed you baby girl.” he breathes, crashing his lips into yours. You run your hands through his hair pulling him closer.

“I know,” you gasp out half breathless, “I’ve missed you too. So much!” He pushes his thigh between your legs and rubs his knee against your clothed crotch.

“We don’t have anything important to do today. Do we?”

“Whatever it is, it can wait. You’re more important anyway…”

“More than even, breakfast?”

“Fuck breakfast…”

He chuckles. “Good. ‘Cause there’s only one thing I want to eat right now.” Your breath hitches in your throat as Nanami says this, then dips down. It’s a good thing he had you lean against something because your knees buckle and it's all you can do to grab the smooth marble behind you for some support. With one hand pushing up the oversized tee you were wearing in lieu of pyjamas, the other circled round to grab your ass. He began to lay soft kisses all along your inner thigh; palming at your breast, eliciting a wanton moan from you which served to spur him on further. How long had it been since he had touched you like this? Been rested enough to even think about playing with you. You can’t remember. One of his favourite things to do is to trail his tongue along the lightning bolt-like marks across the fat of your thighs. He loves to feel the way you shiver at the touch. He doesn’t do this for long though – or rather, he can’t. The gentle licks soon turn to bites. His fingers toy with your nipple. You feel his nose poke at your skin while he’s biting and nipping at the fat of your thighs. They’ll be littered with dark purple marks tomorrow. He tugs down at the boyshorts you’re wearing and starts to lick at your folds. His left hand switches to the other breast and you raise your hand to place it on top of his. He laps at the wetness that’s formed through his ministrations; his tongue going a little deeper with each lick.

“Minmin…” There it is again. Your special name for him. No one else would dare to call him that. Not even Gojo and Itadori, to whom he begrudgingly allowed a ‘Nanamin’. He focuses on you. Your shaky breaths, the faint quivering of your thighs, your fingers clenching the countertop. With every new lick, you clasp a little tighter. A single bead of your slick runs down your inner thigh and he smirks.

“Having trouble staying upright, my love?” His deep voice comes from between your legs. Your whimper is all the answer he needs. He straightens up and leads you to the living room couch. “I want to do this properly. I’ve missed tasting you so much.” he tells you with a sigh.

You nod, getting on your toes to kiss him. “I wanna taste you too Ken…” comes the whisper against his lips. “Fuck, lie down please,” you beg.

He grabs your face squeezing your cheeks and plants a small peck on your lips. “You have a filthy mouth miss. I think we need to take care of that.”

That makes you giggle and him smile. He knows you swear like a sailor and sometimes in the bedroom, you would be punished for it. However, that didn’t seem to be the case this time. No. This time he was allowing you to have what you wanted. How could he deny his sweet girl after all? He lies back on the couch, shifting a cushion to support his head, and pulls your ass toward him. You carefully straddle his chest taking care not to knee him in the process and start to palm at his crotch. He’s already half-hard. Probably has been since he started working on you; ridiculously turned on by your bare flesh. You pull the band of his sweatpants off while he continues licking you. The new position opens you up to him much better and he hums appreciatively. “You have such a pretty pussy baby girl.” His hands grab your asscheeks forcing you closer. There’s a shift in the dynamic. You can feel it. Hands, a little rougher. Voice, a little lower.

“It’s all for you daddy...” You offer to your dom. It may have been a while since you had had a chance to play but these were responses, now ingrained in you.

“Good girl.”

You know you can’t play around now. No more soft touches and teasing. Your tongue out, you lick a strip up Nanami’s length. He groans into your pussy and pushes his tongue further. You keep, licking and sucking his cock, feeling it grow to full hardness. Nanami’s fingers gently prod at your hole. “Put it in daddy!” You whine to him, needing more. “Please!” And he obliges, slowly pushing in one thick finger. You keen and drool against his length. Nanami has the sexiest hands. And his fingers are long and thick. Perfect preparation for the fat shaft in front of you.

“Take me in your mouth baby girl,” he tells you encouragingly. So you do. Taking his cock in your mouth you begin to pump it in and out, following the rhythm he creates with his fingers. In and out, working his way deeper and deeper into your cunt. His tongue reaches to your clit and touches the nub softly. It feels almost electric. Your lips stretch around Nanami's wideness taking him in right to the base till you gag on him. You take care not to touch him with your teeth except to perhaps gently graze. His tongue laps at your folds and he rubs your clit with two fingers. You can feel a familiar sensation building. Something that you’ve only felt alone for a while now but that feels heightened with your partner here. Without realising it your hips roll, pushing into his mouth and making his nose bump against your nub. Its filthy, you’re dripping down his face but he can’t stop either. He jerks his hips up to bury his cock down your throat. Your whole body clenches, desperately trying to keep it in. Keep in buried. You lift a hand and fondle his balls, feeling him twitch slightly in your mouth. His pace doesn’t change though. Steady as ever, knowing just how to make you cum. A little faster exactly as you like.

You cum first. With a sharp intake of breath and a strangled cry for your daddy. Your body twitches as you ride out your high on his face. Nanami’s cock lies in your hand engorged and throbbing for release. Without waiting for a word from you Nanami taps your ass signalling you to get off. He sits upright on the couch and removes his sweatpants folding them and putting them on the coffee table in front of you. Then, he pulls you onto his lap facing him. “Sit on it darling.” he orders. You follow. Your legs feel like jelly. You’re grateful for his supportive hand making sure you get onto the couch and are in position with your trembling cunt right above him.

“Do we need lube?” He asks you. You don’t think so, but with how large Nanami is its always better to be safe than sorry.

“I dont wanna stop and I’m pretty wet but it wouldnt be a bad idea.” you tell him. He kisses you.

“Wait here.” he says. Nanami helps you sit on the couch and strides into your bedroom to fetch it from his night stand. If you could have, you'd have followed him but you don’t quite trust your legs to move your body right now. Your complaint doesn't last long though, because when Nanami returns, you’re blessed with a view of an adonis. Long legs, muscular torso, strong arms. Your breath hitches in your throat and tears prick at your eyes.

You put your arms out and gasp out, “You’re so fucking beautiful Minmin.” Your voice brimming with pride and adoration. Your words strike close to Nanami’s heart. He is not a man easily swayed by praise. But from your lips, he would drink every word like a parched man. You knew how much it would mean to him especially after the incident at Shibuya too; he knew you were not one to lie. To you, he truly was beautiful – the world be damned that’s all that mattered. He stalks over to you on the couch, his hand encircling your throat. Its not dangerous, but comforting. A way of showing his claim over his lover. His lips crash into yours and you can tast yourself on his face. He kisses you with fervour. His tongue glides into your mouth in a delicate dance with yours, and you reciprocate intoxicated by the heat and heaviness of his hands on you.

Nanami sits down pulling you onto him once again. He makes quick work of the oversized tee you still had on. Throwing it this time, onto some surface – you did not care to notice. His lips drop down to your neck, and you feel dizzy, your whole body seems to thrum with anticipation. With one hand he deftly flicks open the lube squirting out a well sized dollop onto his cock, the other wraps around you to hold you in place. Then, throwing the bottle aside he lifts your hips and helps you sit, slowly pushing his rock-like shaft into you, inch by inch. The lube is cold to the touch and contrasts against the heat of your worked out cunt, but you are grateful for it. The feeling of the stretch as he pushs further and further in is deliciously tight, bordering on being painful. Your fingers card his blonde hair as you slowly adjust to his length and girth. Every inch of you feels stuffed. Nanami’s lips suck and nibble at the skin of your throat. His arms hold you close making sure you won’t fall over. You move your hips. A passionate raw fucking is what the both of you want now. No niceties, no politeness. You’re both overcome with need and affection – making for a dangerous blend. Nanamis mouth drops to your breast. His lips encircle a nipple and he sucks and bites, drawing out gasps from you. He can feel your cunt convulsing around his cock with every move you make. Up. Down. Up. Down. You know his orgasm is slowly building. He thrusts up into you, driving his cock deep. Slamming against your clit. The pleasure you feel is terrible and judging by the blissed out expression on his face he feels the same way. You swear there is nothing in the whole world left but just the two of you. In that moment it becomes too much for him. Nanami lifts you up in his strong arms. Your fat thighs, spilling over his them. He keeps licking and sucking at your breasts leaving marks wherever his teeth can reach, as he carries you into the bedroom almost slamming you onto the bed as he fucks into you, splitting you open on his cock. You see stars as he buries himself into the hilt, frantic, slamming in over and over. You grab his hair and tug on it – a silent plea for him to come up – to kiss you. He growls feeling the pull. Nanami bucks into you and kneads at your breast as he captures your lips once again. You feel his hands coax your legs up and you’re forced to spread them wider apart to accommodate his broad body. Your tummy jiggles every time he slams into you and you start to feel yourself coming to a peak once more. Nanami holds the flesh of your thighs and fucks you with a steady pace.

“My pretty girl. My good girl.” His voice is barely over a whisper but you hear the words over your whines and moans. “I’m gonna cum babygirl. Where do you want it?” he asks.

“Inside. Please!” you beg. You need to be filled by him. You want the feeling of him emptying inside your cunt. Nanami’s cock spasms inside your hole. You feel his release spill inside you, coating your walls.

He lies down beside you breathing heavily. His chest rising and falling, glistening with sweat. The blissed out expression on your faces along with the heady scent of sex in the room makes the two of you feel warm. It’s intoxicating. You crawl into his open arms and nuzzle against his side, and he captures you in an embrace. “I fucking love you old man…” you whisper to him.

He laughs. “I love you too baby girl.” Your fingers trail against the pink skin of his scars. And you lay kiss after kiss on his body as your hand wanders. There’s a smile on Nanami's face. His heart is full. Full of you, and your love…

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When the two of you leave the bedroom the sun has risen higher in the sky. But that’s alright… You cuddled together, then had a quick warm shower. Nanami’s arms enveloping you helping you wash your hair, and of course, cleaning the mess he made. Your two cups of tea lie forgotten in the kitchen. As you enter you laugh. “Hey, we never even finished our tea!”

Nanami smiles. “I’ll get us some more. Oh and I’ve –” he waves his phone at you, “– ordered some brunch. Sandwiches.”

You curl up on the couch and he bring you both the freshly brewed tea cuddling into your lap. Whenever he did this you couldn’t help but feel like one of those people with a big dog who didn’t really know how big he is. Of course, you didn’t mind. He’s here. With you. Safe and protected. Nothing can hurt him here.

He looks at you adoringly. “Baby, how about we take a trip to Kuantan? I hear they have lovely beaches.”

The End.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 years

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Broken Mirror: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, and angst

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

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“Please, come in,” Evan Davenport greeted when you finally showed up at his house. You, Gideon, Hotch, and Spencer went to his house while Elle and Derek met Cheryl at the crime scene. “I have six people on my staff. I have three bodyguards. They've all had polygraphs. Everybody's been vetted.”

“Have they all have alibis for the night of the kidnapping?” Hotch asked. Entering the house, you looked around at family pictures and little trinkets they ad at the house. Sometimes, those are the biggest clue about who a person is and what they are capable of. There were a lot of people at the house to make sure it wasn’t bugged so that Evan’s team can come in and set up their equipment.

“All accounted for by the local FBI field office. Cheryl flew in yesterday. I'm just making sure that she's not alone even for--sorry, I just feel like I'm suffocating here. I just want somebody to tell me that she's okay.”

“Dr. Reid,” Gideon called for him, waiting until he was by his side. “What do the statistics tell us?”

“If you follow their instructions and give them the money, your daughter will be returned.”

“Done. This house is bug free,” an FBI agent from the local field office announced. The head bodyguard or whatever he was called in for their equipment. His name is Vincent Shyer, but there was something off about him. You couldn't place exactly what it was, but you were going to make sure he was watched very closely by your eye.

“Alright, bring it in!”

“Gideon,” you whispered, motioning him to come over. “I’m getting a weird vibe from Vincent. Like weirder than normal. Almost as if I can feel Trish’s energy all over him.”

“Keep an eye on him. We can’t rule anyone out.”

“Okay,” you nodded slightly. He left your side to go back to the group to question the father some more, leaving you alone.

“So, what are your theories so far about this kidnapper?”

“That he targeted you for a reason. Every line of the letter starts with the word ‘you’. He's angry at you and probably feels like you owe him. That everything you own, you don't deserve,” Hotch answered.

“From the language in the ransom we most likely believe that he's working alone,” you added from your corner of the room. Looking at the agents, you just gave them a smile before heading over to the group. “So, your daughters are identical twins?”

“They're not entirely identical. They're mirror twins. Some of Trish's organs are on the right side that should be on the left. Doctors assured us that it wasn't life-threatening,” Evan explained, showing your team the book that explained the condition in detail. Spencer took it, opened it, and began reading it. Along with Evan’s team’s equipment, you brought some of your own to monitor the call which Hotch was getting set up right now. He was going to make sure that when this bastard called, he would track him.

“Situs inversus,” Spencer said from his spot, naming the condition that Evan just described. He ran his finger down the length of the page quickly since his mind could process that many words per minute. He was flying through the pages at an incredible speed, and Evan kept watching him out of the corner of his eye.

“They had self-defense training?” Gideon asked.

“Yeah. I insisted on it. The protective detail rankled when they hit puberty, and I was sure that they would refuse their bodyguards when they left for college,” he stuttered at the end, turning to Spencer to address his reading skills. “Excuse me. Can you actually read that fast?”

“Our conscious minds can process sixteen bits of information per second. Our unconscious, however, can process eleven million,” Spencer informed, going back to the book.

“That’s his talk of yes, he can read that fast,” you chuckled.

“If whoever took her wants me to blow cases or suppress evidence or stand down--”

“What makes you think it's someone you prosecuted?” Gideon interrupted him.

“Well, I have money, but I don't have millions. I mean, what else could it be?”

“In our experience, Mr. Davenport, every case is different,” you said.

Once the rest of the team and Cheryl was back safe in the house, it was almost eight. The call monitoring system was all ready to go, and Evan was going to be the one to answer the call. He didn’t know how to use the system, but Spencer was showing him how.

“This button answers the call,” he explained, pointing to the right ones, “this button makes everyone in the room silent. It'll flash red. You'll be able to hear his side of the conversation. He won't be able to hear us.”

“We'll be running the trace through the field office, but you're in good hands with agent Gideon and his team,” Vincent assured. There was something completely off about him, even after he and his team left to go track it through the field office where they work. There was something wrong, and it bugged the shit out of you that you couldn’t place it.

“You think Cheryl's a whack job because she claims she can feel her sister's anxiety?” Elle spoke to Derek in the kitchen which was right next to you. Leaving your post, you approached the duo.

“I never said whack job.”

“Actually there may be a physiological basis for it,” you said. “Reversed asymmetry monozygotic eggs split late between nine to twelve days.”

“Don’t tell me there’s another one of Reid,” Derek groaned.

“How do you think I got two PhDs at my age? I may not be a genius with an IQ of 187, but I do know a lot,” you grinned.

“She’s actually right,” the young genius said as he joined the group. “The DNA matches right down to the very last stranded code, and there's sporadic documentation of shared physiological pain.”

“You believe it?” Derek asked after staring at you for a good minute.

“No, I'm just saying it's possible. I don't know everything. I mean, despite the fact that you think that I do.”

“I never said that. When have I ever said that?”

“Every day since I met you.”

“This morning at breakfast,” you added.

“Yesterday when he beat you at cards,” Hotch interjected with a grin. “Um, we've got one minute.”

“Anybody ever heard of sarcasm?” Derek scoffed, following the group back into the main room where everyone was waiting. Evan was very nervous, almost to the point of sweating, but he was trying to remain calm. Cheryl, on the other hand, wasn’t doing too well visually. The emotional energy in this room was very nerve racking, it was almost getting to you.

“Remember keep your voice even and calm and agree with everything he says,” Gideon instructed.

“He's late,” Evan sighed impatiently when the clock read 8:02 pm.

“He'll call. Just try to relax. This is his strategy. He wants you on edge,” you said.

“Remember to repeat any important information he gives you to make sure you understand. You try to keep him talking to reveal something about Trish or about himself,” Gideon encouraged. The phone began ringing, and just to keep the unsub stewing a bit, Gideon let the phone ring for a few more seconds before pressing the button that answered the call.

“This is Evan Davenport.”

“Hello, Mr. Davenport,” the unsub spoke. For a split second, you got a flash of Vincent’s face. It disappeared as quickly as it came, but it left you confused as to why you got that image.

“Are you the man who has my daughter Patricia?”

“I have your daughter.”

“Can I ask you--”

“You may ask me nothing,” he interrupted. “This is not an interrogatory. You will only listen to my instructions.”

“Okay,” he whispered.

“But I will not give them to you. I do not want to talk to you, Mr. Davenport. I want to talk to her. I want to talk to Cheryl,” he revealed. Gideon pressed the button that muted the call so that the unsub couldn’t hear anything the room was saying.

“What's he doing?” Evan asked.

“What most of the offenders we catch try to do is establish dominance,” Derek explained.

“How long can we keep him on hold?” Elle questioned.

“We can’t put her on,” you stated the obvious.

“Why not? I want to help. I'll talk to him,” Cheryl jumped at the chance to hear her sister’s voice.

“Cheryl doesn't have the authority that Davenport holds. He shouldn't want to talk to her.”

“I think that she should speak to him,” Elle determined.

“Do I need to repeat myself? I want to talk to Cheryl. Put her on the phone. Now,” the unsub grew impatient on the other line.

“No,” Evan shook his head.

“I think she should speak to him. He wants to talk to her. The more he speaks, the more he reveals.”

“She is right, Gideon,” Derek sighed.

“He has my sister!”

“No,” Gideon shook his head. “Y/N, you do it.”

“Okay,” you whispered, switching places with him. It was either you or Elle, and you had the more delicate voice which would best represent Cheryl’s.

“I’m waiting,” the unsub sighed. Once the room got silent, you pressed the button and began speaking.

“Okay, this is Cheryl.” No answer. “This is Cheryl.”

“I have Patricia by my side. I know her voice, so therefore, I know her sister's. Get off the phone. I want Cheryl. I'll give you 60 seconds. If you don't put her on the phone, I will hang up, and you will never hear from me or Patricia again.”

“Prep her,” Gideon said once the call was muted. Taking a seat next to Cheryl who took your spot, you had to make sure she was ready.

“Fifty seconds.”

“This guy's arrogant. Let him know that he's in control. Let him guide the conversation.”

“Forty.”

“Use your sister's name. Say my sister Trish or her name's Patricia. Talk about her.”

“Thirty-five.”

“Let him get to know her through you. Don't veer off topic.”

“Got it,” Cheryl nodded.

“I know you’re scared, okay? But this is really important that you follow what I say. Agree with him.”

“Twenty-five seconds.”

“Tell him that you understand him. I know this is going to be very difficult, but empathize with him. If you do so, he might reveal where he’s holding her.”

“Twenty.”

“Let him know that he didn't mean to hurt Trish or go this far, and that he can fix it. He has a chance to show that he's a kind and forgiving person by letting your sister go.”

“Ten seconds.”

“If you don’t know what to say, I’ll be right here to help you. I know a thing or two about empathizing.”

“Three, two, one.”

“This is Cheryl,” the young woman spoke a second after the countdown ended.

“Hello, Cheryl. How are you?”

“I'd be a lot better if I knew that my sister Patricia is okay.”

“I can tell you have a lot of empathy, Cheryl. You care about others.”

“Yes, I do, and it sounds like you understand,” she sniffled, but tried to keep her sobs silent.

“You mean that I empathize? Yes. I do. Very much. I empathize. I empathize with you, Cheryl. I know you want to be with your sister.”

“Yes, I want Trish back.”

“Good. Tell me what you want, Cheryl. I'm very interested. Tell me all about yourself. What's your favorite color?” he asked, and you were quick to press the mute button.

“Don’t answer that. Stay on the topic of Trish,” you informed, pressing the button once more to unmute it.

“If I tell you, will you let me talk to my sister?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I like blue,” she said, letting a tear roll down her cheek.

“How ordinary. Do you like chocolate, Cheryl?” he asked, but received no answer. He was growing impatient, so he repeated the question in a much slower done. “Do. You. Like. Chocolate?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I do as well,” he laughed.

“Please, let me talk to my sister. All I want to do is hear her voice. Please,” she begged. There was some skuttle on the other end, and you hoped Trish was alive enough to answer the call. “Hello?”

“Cheryl?” Trish’s voice sounded groggy like she didn’t know where she was or if she was hopped up on drugs.

“Trish!”

“Cher, is that you?”

“Trish, it's me. I'm here. Are you okay?” Cheryl asked, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Cher, I can't,” the other sister whimpered.

“Where are you? What do you see?”

“I-I see the moon,” she groaned. The same skuttle sounded, and the phone was taken from the other sister.

“Trish!”

“Have 500,000 ready,” the unsub spoke.

“Let me talk to her!”

“$500,000 is what I'm owed. The Davenports will wait by the phone. You will receive a call with precise instructions in exactly 15 minutes,” the unsub said right before hanging up. Your eyes went to Spencer since he was the one doing the tracing.

“Were your able to trace it?” Gideon asked.

“No. He's probably using a disposable cell phone. They're impossible to trace.”

“She said she could see the moon.”

“She sounded delirious.”

“She was sedated,” you concluded. “It could have been a light.”

“If he's keeping her drugged, it might mean he's not very strong. He might have to keep her weak just so he can dominate her,” Derek observed.

“Or he's keeping her quiet,” Elle added.

“Has Davenport told us everything about his staff?” Gideon wondered.

“Oh, yeah, we have detailed reports but we should probably revisit background on household staff aides and current docket.”

“Pay close attention to Vincent,” you blurted out softly.

“Why? What is it?” Hotch whispered to you.

“I don’t know. All I know is that when the unsub started talking, I got a flash of Vincent’s face. Isn’t it a bit weird that they both sounded the same?”

“Similar, yes. I’ll have Garcia check it out.”

“Thanks,” you nodded.

“He said owed,” Gideon interrupted, thinking out loud.

“$500,000. His demand sounded scripted, like he was reading it to us,” Spencer remarked.

“But the rest of the conversation wasn't. He was his most relaxed just talking to Cheryl,” you conversed.

“What does that mean?” Evan stressed.

“He might know her already.”

“How quickly can you get the money?” Gideon wondered. Deciding to let Gideon handle him, you looked to your left to see Cheryl in the kitchen with a bottle of alcohol in her hand. Sighing, you left their side to join the underaged girl and took both the glass and bottle out of her hand.

“Look, I know I shouldn't drink, but under the circumstances, do you think you could let this one slide?” she sighed.

“I know it’s hard, but we need you at your best.”

“Have you had many cases like this?”

“I’ve seen my share of abductions, yes.”

“I don't know how you do this job. How do you stomach it?”

“Sometimes I don’t. I’m not your normal FBI agent. I see more than most, and I feel it. I’m an empathic psychic. Whether you believe in that sort of thing or not is up to you, but I feel your pain and I feel your sister’s fear as if it were my own. She’s close, but I don’t know where. No matter where I go, all I see are abductions, murders, and everything else you can see. For the most part, all these criminals are just cowards. There's nothing I'd rather do more than put the bastards away.”

“I just wish you could get them before they snatch someone,” Cheryl sighed sadly.

“Trish is alive, I can feel it. I know you can too. You've trusted your feelings this far. Hold onto that.”

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It’s My Day To Be Brilliant

Gen, no pairings, reference to Gordon’s parenting. also posted here https://archiveofourown.org/works/32084326

Hey gang!! Happy Summer Christmas! Day 1 for the challenge is Arthur Day - and since I can't remember any canon backstory for Yellow Car, I decided to make the saddest one possible - with some found family fluff thrown in for good measure.

Yellow Car was always one of Arthur’s favourite games.

His dad had come up with it on a long car trip, back when he was a kid. He had been talking too much, and his mum hadn’t been there to answer his questions, and he had been too silly to realise that his dad hadn’t wanted to talk to him. So, when he asked for game to play, his dad had grinned down at him and told him about Yellow Car, the game that went on forever. Perfect for road trips. Brilliant.

Much less brilliant was the way mum reacted when she found out that her husband had purposefully created a game to shut their son up on long road trips as he strained his eyes out onto the long empty highways. Oh well. It was still a fun game. He just had to wait for people to play with.

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“Yellow Car!” two voices yelled simultaneously. Herc turned to glare at Martin, while the Captain was forced to send an aggressive side eye before veering left onto a side street. From the back seat, Douglas groaned. “I can’t believe we are still playing this- ” “Aww come on Douglas – I’m sure you’ll get some soon!” Arthur chimed in beside him. Douglas glared balefully. “It is not about getting one Arthur, it’s simply the fact that-” “Yellow Car!” He was cut off by Herc, who was gesturing out of the window at a careening vehicle passing on the side. Martin swerved to avoid the worst of the mud spray and craned his head around to look back, “Hang on a minute, does that count?” “Does what count?” Arthur asked – he was half up on his knees trying to look out the back window. “Now, I’m sure that it was perfectly legal according-” Herc cut in quickly. Martin brought the car to a skidding stop and shimmied round to glare into the back seat. “Arthur. Does a pastel and mustard minivan count as a Yellow Car?” “The rules –” Herc cut back in “It wasn’t a car. Or yellow. It was camel at best, ” Martin was glaring at Herc now. No matter how much he liked the other man, he had been winning the game and this was cheating. "Hmm. Well, camel isn't yellow. Is mustard yellow?" Arthur mused. Herc raised an eyebrow in Douglas' direction, just as his phone rang. While he answered Martin pulled his own phone out in a futile search for answers. Douglas grinned. Martin was frantically googling what exactly constituted as "yellow" while Herc hastily answered Carolyn's questions as to why they were all taking so long and what did her pilots think they were doing?

As Douglas sat back to enjoy the show, he noticed Arthur wiggling around beside him, before finally going back up onto his knees to look out of the back window. "According to Wikipedia camel was first used as a colour in 1916-" "I'm truly sorry Carolyn, but there has been an unavoidable traffic delay-"

"YELLOW CAR!!!!" They all startled at Arthur's excited shout. Martin rolled his eyes at Douglas and pulled back onto the road after the fast disappearing Fiat, as Herc tried to explain that the unavoidable traffic delay had not been at all related to Yellow Car, and he was shocked that Carolyn would ever insinuate that..........

Yellow Car had always been one one of Arthur's favourite games.

#summer christmas 2021 #arthur shappey #cabin pressure #my fic

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What’s Kirsty’s relationship with Jess like? (I know you touched on it a bit in the Yale ask but I wanna know more!)

Short answer: “true friends don’t judge each other, they judge other people together” meets “slow burn found family”

Long Answer: oh boy buckle up we’re getting an Outline™ bc I really don’t know how to sum it up bc it’s a lot of growth and shit! it’s like... many many paragraphs so I’m tossing this under a cut bc i don’t want to be murdered lmao

(I’m just... v proud of how much work went into planning out their whole arc and how the dynamic shifts and how certain plots play into things and I just wanted to share it all I couldn’t chill and I’m like half sorry but thank you for this ask I love them)

So when they first meet they don’t really get along because they’re just generally both kind of abrasive and shit, like it’s not personal on either end but they both generally push people away so that they don’t open themselves up to get hurt which makes their first couple of meetings kind of rough

but then there’s the dinner at Lorelai’s and Kirsty went outside because the whole vibe was just setting her on edge, and she hears the Lorelai rant bullshit (hi lorelai he’s seventeen and your an adult grow the fuck up) and as he leaves she goes after him — she tries to apologize for “my mom being... well, the way she is” and Jess immediately snaps back that he doesn’t want her pity, and Kirsty just shrugs and goes “nah dude I get it, parents suck. My dad is a piece of shit and my mom, well, you’ve met her... not to mention she named Rory after herself and me after my piece of shit dad so I’m sure you can guess who her favourite child is” and just keeps it very chill and Jess takes that a lot better than pity and they end up talking for a bit and are like “yeah okay I can get along with you” and like they aren’t close but they both like pissing Taylor off and giving Luke ulcers so it works well enough

Kirsty absolutely flips her shit when Taylor calls the town meeting about Jess like she tears into him more aggressively than anyone has seen before and basically tells them all to shut the fuck up and “let him at least settle in before you pull out the fucking pitchforks” and goes off on them all for trying to bully a seventeen year old kid out of a town he didn’t even choose to move to and like Luke still gets there and flips his shit too but Kirsty is completely feral calling out the hypocrisy and telling them to get off their high horses and pull their heads out of their asses — like they might not be close but Kirsty is so far beyond pissed at the idea of Taylor calling a meeting literally just to get everyone to hate Jess that she can’t just stand there quietly

Fast forward a bit and they’re getting along a bit better, Kirsty spends so much time at the diner that she and Jess have taken to talking during Jess’ shifts and Kirsty helps out when she can so they’re starting to actually get along, Kirsty has figured out the tells for when Jess just can’t deal with people anymore and will make up all sorts of excuses to get him a break (anything from ‘hey can you read over this essay’ to ‘hey did you remember to grab that book from upstairs’ to basically anything else that comes to mind) which he appreciates and when he’s on his breaks he sits at the counter to do homework with her

By the Bracebridge dinner they’re like actually friends, and when Jess meets Tristan for the first time he’s fully prepared to hate him but when he sees how shitty Lorelai is being about Tristan he’s just like “okay guess we’re in the same boat” so the three of them end up working together to stay as far away from Lorelai as possible for most of the night and Kirsty is just very grateful for the buffer because like she just can’t deal with Lorelai and Jess remembers her comment on the “you can guess who the favourite is” and starts to see how much Lorelai’s disapproval actually bothers Kirsty

fast forward even more to Christopher coming to town and with Sherry and all that and oof Kirsty is not okay like her relationship with Christopher is terrible and Jess kind of knows this already (based on the fact that Kirsty asked Luke to stand in for her dad at the debutante ball because she wanted nothing to do with Christopher; and he’s heard her bitch about him before) but when Christopher and Sherry come to the house, Kirsty excuses herself for “dance rehearsal” and runs over to the diner and Luke is out at the moment and Kirsty is Not Okay™ and Jess is the one who sees her just standing in the doorway shaking and clearly about to start crying and he just quietly leads her up to the apartment and sits down and lets her sort of collapse on the couch and she tells him about Christopher and about how unreliable and flakey he always was and how Luke has always been more her dad than him and he always shows up and tries to play happy family and then bails as soon as he gets bored or something comes up and about how now he’s apparently changing and becoming mr family man and why wasn’t she worth changing for

and jess has no idea how to handle this whole breakdown because he's a little bit emotionally stunted (which is fair and so is she) but it definitely resonates with him and he ends up sitting next to her and telling her that if Christopher wasn’t willing to change for she and Rory then it’s because of him not her and trying to comfort her even though he really doesn’t know how, and ends up opening up to her about Liz and his life before Stars Hollow too. It’s more than either of them have shared with anyone before and it’s very strange tbh — at this point they’re definitely veering into the friend category but neither of them would admit it, not to mention they don’t talk that often because neither of them wants to deal with a Lorelai Gilmore Hissy Fit, you know?

(also a sidenote, Tristan is completely chill about literally all of this like he and Kirsty are the healthiest relationship and have very good communication skills now and he's just like “hey I don’t live nearby and Kirsty hates cars, I’m just glad she has someone to talk to”)

and okay so now we’re at the episode where Lorelai accuses Jess of stealing the bracelet and this is just as Kirsty is getting home, and Lorelai is more of a bitch than in canon (but seriously Lorelai grow up and let Dean deal with his own relationship issues ugh) — as Jess is leaving, Kirsty turns around and calls Lorelai out on being an absolute bitch and on the fact that she’s an adult and Jess is seventeen and to grow the fuck up because she’s acting like her mother and believe it or not she doesn’t actually know everything. Kirsty then sort of storms off, and Jess ends up walking with her and just goes “hey, thanks for that” and Kirsty goes “don’t mention it” and they just sort of laugh and part ways so she can go to Miss Patty’s but anyways I’m soft for Kirsty fighting the entire town for him

then we have the hilarious scene of Kirsty looking Dean in the eye, knowing full well that he literally just saw her getting out of Tristan’s car, and going “yes I’m completely in love with jess is that a problem” and jess going “oh Kirsty I’m really flattered but while you were gone I started talking to Paris and I think I’m in love” and they’re just such little shits I love them

and okay now I promise we’re getting close to the speedrun part of this relationship lmaooo

so Kirsty is the one who ends up tutoring Jess and like he’s not on the verge of flunking because Kirsty has already been forcing him to do his homework semi regularly but he has trouble staying on task (he’s a mood) so Kirsty is basically there to make sure that he gets all of his final projects done — they take a break to go get ice cream and the car accident happens and Kirsty gets injured and she’s having a panic attack and she begs Jess to stay with her so he does, she lies to the hospital staff and tells them that he’s her step-brother so that he can stay with her because she’s afraid of hospitals and doesn’t want to be alone. He stays with her until they hear Lorelai and then sneaks out the window; at this point Kirsty has finally called him her friend — while high on painkillers and introducing him to Richard and Emily, who she had him call because she knew Lorelai wouldn’t (they like him much better in this !verse than canon because Kirsty knows how to play them lmao)

Lorelai still pitches a fit to Luke and Jess still leaves and jesus christ when Kirsty finds out about all of that she flips her shit even more than she did at the town meeting, calls Lorelai petty and selfish and a shit mother and tells her that she’s more like Emily than she wants to admit, and this is very possibly when Kirsty finally drops one of my favourite lines of hers — “you and Rory might be best friends first and mother daughter second but I never needed a best friend, I needed a mom. And now I don’t want either.” — and crashes at either Luke’s or Miss Patty’s (and is not thrilled when she finds out that Lorelai called Christopher and that he’s now back and awnting to play dad again)

fast forward and Kirsty knows Jess is in New York but they haven’t talked and Sookie’s wedding happens and Kirsty and Lorelai have their huge fight (this is the other point where that favourite line might happen, I’m torn) and Kirsty packs up and moves to New York for the summer to play Victoria in Cats on Broadway

She gets to New York and she’s staying at a hotel provided by the production company and she’s lonely and miserable and she’s never really been alone before and low and behold she stumbles into some diner on the verge of tears (just a bad day and everything is too much and she’s about to break) when all of a sudden she hears “wow, deja vu. Coffee?” and she turns around and low and behold it’s Jess Mariano. She accepts and sits at the diner until his shift is done and then they leave together and catch up and he offers to be her tour guide, and over the next week they become really close (all of both of their coworkers think that they’re siblings at this point) and blah blah lots of details I won’t get into bc seriously how many paragraphs is this thing, but Emily and Richard end up renting Kirsty this huge penthouse apartment and she manages to convince them to let Jess live with her and they become super close and kind of codependent and skip right over the friend stage to the “this is my brother, Jess” stage lmao and basically everyone in stars hollow except for lorelai and rory (bc kirsty and lorelai aren’t talking for most of the summer and rory is in dc so she and kirsty aren’t talking much either) know because they all came out for her opening weekend and everyone thinks it’s hilarious and their new york friends think Luke is their dad bc he called them “my kids” without thinking about it

also Tristan visits as much as he can get away with and seriously he and Jess become really good friends too and they’re just like, an iconic trio okay I love them

fast forward they go back to stars hollow together the day of the summer festival thing and that’s when Lorelai and Rory find out about their friendship and Lorelai is Not Happy and then Tristan shows up and the three of them are being adorable and having a great time and Lorelai flips out and there’s yet another fight (seriously Lorelai pls stop assuming you always know best, you don’t) and the fight is angsty but there’s the softness of jess finally really accepting that Kirsty meant it when she said that things weren’t going to change when they got back to stars hollow and they don’t and it’s just great

and in season 3 they’re just still all soft and codependent and Lorelai is forced to accept that Jess knows Kirsty better than she does and Rory has some really fun “what the actual fuck” moments watching Lorelai & Luke and Kirsty & Jess have the exact same arguments because Kirsty did inherit Lorelai’s ability to annoy people into doing things like participating in town events and season 3 is just very very soft and there are so many scenes/episodes that I’m so excited for

and anyways this was so long and I’m sorry but also I’m not because like i just really love this dynamic and I want to just like skip two seasons and just write new york & season three because i love them so muchhhhhhhh and anyways yeah

TLDR they’re a slowburn rivals to found family with a speedrun towards the end and i fucking love them so much

#ask #answered #papergirlverse #kirsty gilmore #about kirsty #kirsty x jess #but like platonic

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Riverdale, “Chapter Thirty-Eight: As Above, So Below”

Day At Least Seven Solitary Coif: struggling

Alice’s thigh: stunning

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: FP’s jellybean tattoo: incredibly, tenderly sad

Certified pedigree: “I’m glad the Farm opened you up to the possibility of us”: either Alice thought about this to herself, or she (absolutely) asked the rest of her cult what they thought. what they THOUGHT about her sleeping with FP again. “What d’you think, girls?” Alice wine clubbed FP Jones’s dick!

who has more game, FP or Jughead? FP a) is a grown man, b) is oftentimes gainfully employed (I’ve forgotten if he’s employed right now), c) is strong enough to carry a high school boy out of the woods, d) was VERY smooth with his seemingly instinctual “Then don’t. Tell him,” e) did that thing where he took the gum out of his mouth when Alice came to his trailer, and f) looked pretty good in his crisp Pop’s uniform when he was employed at Pop’s. however FP also a) tends to drink when not employed and b) is fucking obsessed with Toledo, a town I will burn to the ground if I ever set foot in it. meanwhile, Jughead a) climbed up a fucking ladder to Betty’s bedroom, b) ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT when he and Betty almost fucked each other in the kitchen, c) KILLED IT AND BURIED IT in the moments before fucking her on the couch when he was all, “Or you could stay,” and fucking touched her dress like she was an angel of the Lord and he was just a humble shepherd boy whose eyes were not worthy to gaze upon her countenance, d) only strategically removes his hat, and e) rides a motorcycle. the hat is not a con, necessarily, and being a writer in high school is a cross some of us simply have to bear, but he is like, kind of a pain sometimes and a little squirrelly, but w/r/t the love of his life, he has tailored himself to her every need almost perfectly

OH AND I FORGOT WHEN HE KISSED HER SCABBY BLOOD KNUCKLES! OH SHIT!

Veronica has the most game on the entire show

I like when they have Jughead use words like “modicum”

“Ben’s death haunts me, Jug. He didn’t scream. Why not, I wonder?”: writing credits this episode go to Daphne de Maurier

YYEEEAAAAAHHH THE BLUE & GOLD CRIME BOARD BABY

I would almost expect something more from the warden’s tie, except that I know plain clothing is, in and of itself, a warning sign

anything that gets Veronica in her reading glasses is okay by me, and this includes Pop’s hemorrhaging money

Jughead can wear just a T-shirt sans jacket or flannel any old time he wants, I’m just putting that vibe out there

“Of course we’re calling it a speakeasy.”

Jug’s suspender game is strong, so really Betty should know she has nothing to worry about

his stupid dumb round face looking at her when she pulls him aside is pretty. remember when he kissed her hands? fucking Jughead sometimes, dude

“Evelyn...creeps me out.”

I like Betty’s overalls and Evelyn’s romper thing

what I expected when Kevin dialed the phone was for the whole booth to sink into the basement like a surprise elevator

Kander and Ebb wrote the music to, among much else, Cabaret and Chicago, those being some of their most gay

I LOVE VERONICA’S WHITE SHIRT. IT’S JUST A FUCKING PLAIN WHITE SHIRT, SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: is there some heat between Veronica and Reggie? am I crazy?

the foursome of Reg, Ronnie, Josie, and Kev is basically just as strong as the cour four strictly in terms of hair

I don’t know that I like Penny’s sleeveless Ghoulies vest more than her leather Serpents jacket but I do know I like it at least the same amount (oodles)

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: Day One Lifted Bag Off Head Hair: GREAT

OH MY GOD, JOAQUIN!!!! WHEN WILL JOAQUIN REST. DOES EVERY TERRIBLE THING HAVE TO HAPPEN TO JOAQUIN BEFORE IT HAPPENS TO SOMEONE ELSE. IS JOAQUIN IN THE FARM

does Archie have a scar on his head? is it KJ’s? have I lost track of something?

Gay?!: BABY TEETH is an absolute twink and he was tapped to save his life

I’m suspicious of Peter because his name is, simply, “Peter”

Gay.: Cheryl and Toni are just like lounging in a single chair together and that’s the bisexual agenda

Veronica was rich: Veronica’s heavy card stock IS very nice

Ethel’s cute yellow cardigan is back, which matches her thermos and lunchbox

I enjoyed when Betty sits down and you think she’s going to apologize for being there at Ben’s death but instead she just fucking grills Ethel some more

“...G&G.”

OOOOOOHHHHHHH JUGHEAD’S TURNING IT ON WITH THAT PRINCESS SHIT

Please protect Betty: Betty’s entire expression at being told she’s “not worthy,” God bless her

The female gaze: I don’t know why Reggie’s shirt is off. probably Reggie doesn’t even know

Reggie’s panicked JJ face is one of the top five panicked faces of all time. he’s tied at least with the girl in Jurassic Park when she sees the raptor shadow and her hand holding that green Jell-O starts shaking

Minetta doesn’t even pretend he’s looking for something other than whatever was in those boxes. cold, Minetta

REGGIE’S SALUTE

Reg simply being aware that Minetta and the Ghoulies work for Hiram almost brings me to tears. not only is he a walking sculpture with a pair of lips that would make Sarah Steller throw herself off the Hoover Dam, but he is also a genius

VERONICA IS SO BEAUTIFUL. “Not until I’m properly armed.” just look at her!

Ethel didn’t even come to the first meeting of the Farm Club? cold, Ethel

Evelyn offering Betty a pizza slice comes off as her genuinely wanting Betty to have a piece of pizza if she wants, which is the first non-creepy thing she’s done (Jughead would take the pizza)

she of course follows this up with “that darn medication”

Archie looks like a corpse in the blue light

tell me “wakey, wakey” is a Kill Bill reference. TELL ME IT IS

the guy they have fighting Archie looks just enough like Khabib Nurmagomedov that I was like, is this an unconscious wish on someone’s part to do a rematch of red-haired McGregor vs. Khabib except it’s on Riverdale so it’s in something called “the Pit” which is a drained swimming pool and they’re in juvie? (it’d have to be a fantasy in that Conor McGregor would get his ass beaten by Khabib Nurmagomedov in any rematch in any universe, in the universe)

dude does his best but, as Sweet Pea and Vintage Reggie can tell you, you cannot let Archie land a) a right hook or b) an uppercut or he will end this fight

who’re the rando white women watching? their fucking wives? goddammit, white women

I think Baby Teeth could take Reggie jawline-to-jawline

Veronica’s kittenish heels sinking into the dirt as opposed to her striding effortlessly as Moses parting the Red Sea

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: “THAT VIPER BITCH”

Antoinette Topaz is fluent in many languages, including Veronica’s

God bless jingle-jangle: the fucking cat burglar sequence set to “Jingle Jangle” just about fucking did it

Ethel’s candle game is reaching midnight mass-levels of mastery

so did Betty and Jughead get their ad hoc sex den (good band name) out of the bunker before Ethel got there? or was it there the whole time but for Ben and Ethel?

I feel I want to write down that Ben abandoned Ethel to ascend prematurely with Dilton otherwise I’ll forget and will be tricked by something later on

POLLY’S KNITTED HALTER

closed captioning capitalized the Shady Man, the second strangest Riverdale skull

Alice really just did Betty like that! maybe Betty DOES need to live in a bunker

50 Shades of Betty: “The wig. The webcaming.”

I love how Betty always gets very sarcastically OH, OKAY THEN when she decides to start laying out some truths

Alice stands up and her dress has some sort of insane asymmetrical hemline and she’s also got an ankle bracelet!!!!!!

Dilton Doiley Ethel Muggs is a canonically great dancer the DM: Ethel’s little crush on Jughead circa his birthday party has not abated. even when he was being insane about the Serpents I bet she entertained sweet fantasies of buying a pleather jacket off ModCloth and Jughead “inducting” her. so she found herself a coterie of pliable boys who were also gangly and weird and obsessed with details and pacts and she became their princess. so THERE. you fucking bet she’s gonna get a kiss out of Jughead before she fucking poisons herself

Ethel’s dungeon master voice is giving me a sort of ASMR vibe

I don’t want to veer too wildly but she is wearing a crown, her character has “a crown”

dog, was she about to kill Jughead right then and there? Ethel goes hard. Ethel might go harder than Jughead

“You’re asking me to play Russian roulette!” “I’m asking you to play Gryphons and Gargoyles.” THIS BITCH (in context it’s very smooth and bitchy)

GOD BUT JUGHEAD DID DRINK IT. VERY WELL KNOWINGLY, HE DID IT

Jughead eats: Salud is just the sort of thing I’d expect Jug to say before maybe drinking cyanide (or skol, if he had been watching Ingmar Bergman)

I don’t know if I could drink that much Kool-Aid that fast. Kool-Aid and Sunny D always made my teeth feel filmy. I could definitely down that much Capri Sun, if it were in a pouch the size of my shin

anyway Ethel’s sick move telling Jughead he has to kiss her first got an emotional reaction from me at almost the level of when Cheryl came down to Jason’s wake in that white dress

Jughead and Ethel are almost of a height, which is weirdly lovely

These students are legally children: maybe Ethel put the poison in after Jughead had chosen. I maybe doubt she would’ve just fucking assassinated Jughead

Jughead was reading next to her when she woke up, which is just a specific kind of daydream you have, sometimes

Sixth period is Intro to Film: HEISENBURG

Toni’s pictures are certainly shot with a mind to lighting, depth

is blue light the light of evil? Hiram’s study, the warden’s office?

Archie > Dawson: of course Archie imagines talking to his father and of course he imagines his father telling him to “take one.” I love Self-Sacrificial Lamb Archie (or just momentarily self-sacrificing). better than Fascist Archie!

well, Betty’s room has blue light too. fucking forget it then

although she is SURROUNDED BY EVIL at all times

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: “I trust them more than I trust you” is season one-level Alice-shade

Cheryl’s sheaths: I like very much Cheryl’s bosomy sequin thing and Toni’s back jewelry

I also like the RROTC boys in their like WWII uniforms, which may be anachronistic but still hard vintage, and the cigar girls

Jughead doubts it: there’s so much going on when Betty goes all melty and wipes some of the Fresh-Aid off Jug’s lips and Jug, who is not smiling, looks at Sweet Pea helping Veronica

Best costume bit: Veronica is in magenta, because I deserve it

I can’t wholly endorse Reggie’s non-black plaid trousers paired with a solid black blazer but I CAN endorse Reggie as a whole

Cheryl’s Hiram’s pins: I think Hiram has a fucking octopus pin! I think it is!!!!!!!!

the wallpaper behind Hiram downstairs is...interesting. it’s like a cutout from that Disney cartoon for “Winter Wonderland”

we stay on Veronica’s face for sort of an extra beat, so I can confirm a) she’s still beautiful and b) she has a sparkly thing in her hair

The 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Josie’s got that thing going on where you gem up the part in your hair

God I love a good Riverdale music/mayhem montage. like what were they playing when Jughead ran the gauntlet? fuck sometimes this stuff is just still so good (“Mess Around” when Reggie lunged for Jughead also counts, though not performed live somewhere else in Riverdale at the same moment)

“Anything Goes” is in fact not Kander and Ebb but Cole Porter

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: I love a good bead of bloody spit dangling from someone’s mouth during a slow-mo fight sequence

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: “THAT KID…..IS A STAR.”

that fucking rum, can you believe it? the fucking shade of it all

Fifth period is AP English: OH MY GOD. THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. OH MY GOD, THE FUCKING HAMMER. THE COUNT OF MONTE MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN YES GOD HOLY BITCH

“Damn good coffee”: the goddamn shot of FP and Alice standing together flanked by the flames of their righteous destruction of the G&G manual

Summer + Blair = Veronica: Veronica is pretty fucking brave to still be living in Hiram Lodge’s HOUSE. and of course that’s what her dressing gown looks like

oh my god, Joaquin is still alive? Joaquin’s STILL HERE?

ARCHIE’S GONNA BREAK OUT OF PRISON AND I MUST CLEANSE MYSELF OF SIN TO BE WORTHY OF ITS GLORY (I trust Riverdale a lot more again at the moment)

so wait, Jughead put the cot BACK? are these two different bunkers? is it the same effing bunker???

“It’s over”: you fucking fool

yes, it’s the same goddamn bunker. the candles are still there! I guess I thought the wicked juju from Ethel’s ~SUICIDE ATTEMPT~ would deter the two of them from FUCKING IN THE EXACT SAME BUNKER but Betty and Jughead literally do not give a single damn where they do it

Jug’s headphones!!!!!!!!!

Cheryl’s expression at reading the G&G manual is appropriately be-Blossomed

The Blossom spawn: she still has a photo of Jason in her locker and I think a sticker that says “Literally no one cares”

What damn high school in America: those manuals have a QR code on the back, so you can play on your phone! GIVE ME THE APP, RAS

who unsheathed Ethel? LORD, WHO LET HER LOOSE?

GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NEXT WEEK: Camila Mendes wears glasses the entire time

#riverdale #i say #commentary #tropes

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The Stranger, Part 5 Final Chapter

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Dean x Reader

A/N: This is the last part of The Stranger. Once you read, if you feel like you want more from this particular world, I have ideas, and I’d love to continue it. But I’d love to do so as a requested series - one written with prompts or requests by you! If that’s something you’re up for, finish this part and feel free to send me an ask!

Thanks for taking this ride, I love you all!!

Series Summary: Reader finds a stranger wandering the road, his head and clothes bloody. He’s disorientated and doesn’t remember who he is. She takes him in and they get close until he starts having nightmares about monsters and killing people.

Then one day, a sleek black car pulls up and a tall man gets out, wearing lots of flannel and has shaggy hair. He claims that the stranger is his brother and he’s come to collect him.

Series Warnings: Talk of abuse, anxiety, language, canon divergence, smut, 18+ NSFW

Word Count: 6.7K

Banner Graphic made by me. GIFS ARE NOT MINE. CREDIT TO OWNERS.

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The sun had not quite yet started its ascent in the sky by the time you reached your destination. Ellen and Jo’s truck had veered off the road about a mile ago, but Sam instructed you to keep going. You two, along with one of the other hunters along for the ride, were to scout out the far side of the shifter’s homestead. It was more than several acres and lots of places to hide, so having everyone take a position was the best way to try and figure out where they might be keeping Dean.

Sam talked strategy over the walkie-talkies Ellen handed out before leaving the bar, and you could hear Jo chiming in with her two cents. Once he was over and out, he briefed you on what they had decided and started breaking down the best ways to kill a shifter.

“Here,” he said and handed you a gun. “It’s Dean’s favorite. Ever shot one before?”

“Yeah, when I was younger. I hate the damn things.”

“Well, unfortunately, you’re gonna need it. Its loaded with silver bullets,” he retracted his hand with the gun in it, released the clip and showed you the modified rounds. “One of these to the heart will drop a shifter no problem.”

“Wouldn’t a bullet to the heart drop anything no problem?”

“Not in our line of work,” Sam answered. “Unless, you have something like silver, or witch killing bullets.”

“Bullets to kill witches?” you laughed, “Seriously?”

Sam nodded. “You’d be amazed at some of the things you need to take out a particular monster.”

“And out of curiosity, where do you find this stuff? Just a supply run to the local Monsters-B-Gone quickie mart?”

“Maybe not as public, but, yeah, there are certain shops out there that have a secondary business. Harvelle’s is one of them sometimes. Hunters can get more there if they need it than just a beer. Other times, its all stuff we have to make or find ourselves.”

“So Y'all have your own private network of resources?”

“Yeah, exactly,” Sam agreed. Before he could go into more detail, the walkie buzzed and Ellen’s voice crackled through.

“I got eyes on Dean. They have him tied up in the barn. Two standing outside the doors talkin’. Jo’s gone to try and get a closer look with Todd and Bruce. You guys down there on the far end, seein’ any movement?”

Your heart jumped at the sound of his name. You just wanted to get out the truck and start running towards him but deferred your instincts in favor of the professionals and sat quietly. Sam picked up the binoculars and scanned what he could see of the property.

“No, nothing back here. It’s still a bit dark, but I can see the rear door to the barn. We can leave a lookout here, and I think there’s enough cover to get us to the door. Any chance you guys can take the front? If there’s only three left—”

“Wait, Jo’s back—” the walkie went silent and you and Sam passed each other a look of concern. When it came back to life, Ellen was quiet at first, the white noise filling the silence of the truck. “Sam… there’s a bunch more than three. Jo said she saw at least six or seven bodies down there. Can’t be sure they’re all shifters, but, we gotta be real careful.”

An idea popped in your head, and you knew none of them would go for it, but it was the only thing that could possibly work.

“Sam… Ellen, can you hear me?”

They could.

“I have an idea. I know I’m new to all this, but it could work. Just hear me out…”

Explaining your idea, both Sam and Ellen shut you down immediately. They wouldn’t even consider what you proposed until Jo spoke up from somewhere behind her mom. You were glad she was supporting your plan, even if it was for the wrong reasons.

“Look, it’s the best chance we have, and I know the risk. I want to do this,” you said into the walkie, but was looking straight at Sam. “I need to, for Dean.”

Finally, they agreed to it, albeit with a few tweaks. The first of which was to meet back up on the road and then go over it all one more time. Once you had, you pointed out that the sun would be up soon, that if it was going to work, you needed the cover of dark or at least very early morning. Sam handed you a silver blade and showed you where to put it for best use, along with Dean’s gun. Once you had them firmly secured, he handed you one of Dean’s jackets, which helped to hide your weapons a little better.

“You sure about this?” he asked watching you shrug on the coat, pausing before climbing into Ellen’s truck. “What if you have to defend yourself? You sure you’ll be alright with the gun?”

“Sam, stop worrying. I’m sure. I’ll be fine, and it’ll work. I grew up with an abusive step-father and step-brother. I know how to take care of myself. And, I took drama in high school. I think I can play a part when I need too,” you said, trying to remain confident and giving him a wink.

Sam chuckled, but there was a layer of nervous behind it. “Alright. We’ll see you soon, and hopefully, Dean too.”

You got in your truck and cut the wheel back towards the shifter’s home base. Ellen took off in the other direction and the others were probably already in place. You made yourself look disheveled and tried to muster up a bit of hysterics. Being exhausted and stressed helped lend to your appearance and you hit the gas, driving the truck like a lunatic down the road and slamming on the brakes just in time before hitting the man standing at the cattle gate. Luckily, the headlights hit his face and gave you the answer you needed about the guard at the entry.

“Whoa, this is private property. You can’t be here lady,” he said approaching your open window. He was on high alert, but your tear stained face and whiny tone distracted him just enough to move his hand away from whatever weapon he hovered over.

“I—I need to talk to Sam! Please! I’m being chased, he’s the only one that can help me!”

He studied you for a brief moment trying to understand your request.

“Sam, Dean, are they here?! Sam told me this was the safe house! We got separated and—”

“Ohhh, Sam. Um, yeah, he’s… uh…” the guy turned to survey the property behind him. When there was no one else in sight, he turned back to you and was about to speak, but you didn’t give him the opportunity too.

You quickly let the silver knife slip from the sleeve of the coat and you pierced the shifter in the heart. When the body hit the ground, you jumped out of the truck and quickly opened the gate, not bothering to close it again once you drove through.

The road you drove along was bumpy and full of holes, but you drove fast enough that you barely felt the jostling of the old Ford. You reached the main house where several men were standing on the porch. One of which, was the imitation Sam Winchester.

Quickly re-securing the knife in your sleeve, you jumped out and made a big deal of calling for him.

“Sam! Sam is that you!?” Seeing him walking towards you, even knowing he wasn’t the real Sam, cause a chill to run down your spine.

“Uh… Y/N? Yeah, I’m… it’s me. You okay?” he asked, feigning concern. From the corner of your eye, you could see the other men snickering but to play your part you had to pretend to not notice.

“No! I’m not! I’m being chased! I don’t know who they are, but they showed up to the store and I barely got away. I’ve been trying to find you everywhere! Where’s Dean? Is he alright?!”

You grabbed the scruff of his shirt, being overly dramatic and desperate. He helped you up by the elbows. For a brief moment you thought he may feel the handle of the knife, but he didn’t. You expected him to ask about the guy at the gate, he didn’t, so you continued with the strategy.

“Please, I need to see him. I need both of your help! These people, they’re following me… Two women, and one guy. I didn’t see him well, but I saw the girls, they were shooting at me! Who are they?!”

FauxSam was trying to stifle a smile until you mentioned the people chasing you. “They’re not good people. We’ll take care of them. As for Dean, well I’m sorry to say Dean is indisposed at the moment. I feel terrible we didn’t get back for you. We took care of the problem then went for drinks. He’s been tied up with some blonde ever since.”

“He—he what?” you whimpered. It wasn’t real, that you knew, but just the idea of it was enough to lend authenticity to your reaction.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. But, you know… I’ll tell you what. I’ll take you to him, let you see for yourself.”

“Yeah,” you sniffled, dragging the back of your hand across your face. “Yes, I need to see for myself!”

He helped you up off the ground and motioned for the others to come over. You were trying to get an idea of where everything was, so when it was time to go, you could make a fast getaway without any surprises. FauxSam told them to go back inside and get ready, someone may be coming after you.

They nodded in understanding and he started you down the path towards the barn. As you got closer, you could feel his grip getting tighter on your arm, and you knew that he had no intention of letting you leave the barn. You just had to get inside, first.

When you reached the doors, he unlocked the latch and pulled it open with one hand. Dean was sitting on the floor, passed out. His head and face were bloody, his arms tied around a post behind him.

“Dean?!” you cried, knowing it would prompt the confrontation, but you also hoped it would wake him up. It didn’t.

FauxSam pushed you forward into the barn, but the doors didn’t close behind you. A tall, blonde with resting bitch face came from the shadows with a length of rope. “See, told ya Dean was tied up with a blonde. Am I a man of my word, or what?”

From outside, there were shouts and an eruption of gunfire coming from the house. FauxSam turned to the blonde and pushed you at her. “Tie her up!”

She did as told while he took off outside to see what was happening. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and threw you down to the ground near Dean hard enough for your head to bounce off the wooden beam you were about to be tied too.

“Might as well let you two be close for the remainder of time we keep you alive,” she snickered as she bound your hands together near his.

Dean was still unconscious. You could feel his hands against yours, and regardless of the situation, felt a rush of relief. They were still warm. The moment the blonde turned her head, you shook your arm the best you could and finally felt the knife slipping down into your hand. Going at it completely blind, you let your hands feel around for the best place to start cutting. The consistent sawing motion against Dean’s hands must have been enough to wake him up. You could feel him moving behind you and nearly burst into tears of relief.

More noise from out front. You did your best to move faster, but the knife was taking its sweet time getting through the ropes. Dean moaned behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to see where blonde Barbie went and found her standing at the entryway trying to make out what was happening at the house. She turned quickly towards you, snarled a smile, and you watched as she seamlessly transformed into you.

The timing was unfortunate. Just as you realized what she was doing, Dean woke up. He didn’t see you tied up behind him, just the fake you by the door.

“Y/N?” he asked groggily, trying to shake the cobwebs out. “What the hell…”

“Dean, it's not me!” you called from behind him, causing him to turn as much as he could and saw you tied up with him.

“What the hell?!” he barked again, looking between the two of you.

She started to mimic your voice, pleading with him to look at her. Pay attention to her. He was listening, and just as the knife broke through the ropes, Dean was trying to get up on his feet. With the jumbled mess of knots, you had cut through his binds instead of your own. The knife fell from your hand just before he got up. You were desperately trying to find it, but couldn’t.

All you could do is search for it blindly as you watched Dean approach the other you. She couldn’t help but wear your expression of surprise as he stalked her way.

“You’re supposed to be tied up!” she screamed in your voice.

“Yeah, well, you’re not supposed to look like my girlfriend!” Dean bit back. That’s when you saw he had the blade, having grabbed it as he was getting up. He raised it and quickly plunged it right into her heart.

A small scream escaped you before you bit your lip to hold it back. Dean turned back to you, his face going momentarily soft before he was on his knees by your side and cutting you loose. The moment your arms were free, you curled them around his neck and held him tightly. Standing, still in the embrace, Dean wrapped you up and buried his face into your neck.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, his words muffled into your neck. The feeling of his breath against your neck made you squeeze him tighter.

“I can’t believe we found you.” Your voice broke slightly, and he pulled back for a moment to gaze at your face.

Dean gave himself about fifteen seconds to take you in, leaving you with a soft smile. “We gotta go.”

“I know—” gunfire, a bit closer now rang out “—they’re coming. Come on!”

You grabbed Dean’s hand and headed towards the rear barn door. Just as you grabbed the handle, the door was jerked open and Sam was standing there. He saw Dean and a smile broke out across his face. He gave you a nod of approval and grabbed his brother by the shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Dean wiggled out of it and pulled you close to him, as he raised the knife in his hand in defense. “Back off you freak! I know you’re not Sam! Try to scam me with some second-rate replica of my Baby, then try to hurt my girl?! Man, you don’t know the depths of pain I wanna reign down on you!”

“Dean! No, it's me! The real me!” Sam held his hands up defensively, taking his finger off the trigger of the gun he was carrying. “Dean look at me. It’s me. I’m your real brother. The shifter, the one that took my form, he’s dead. We got ‘em.”

From behind, Ellen and Jo came running up, both of them splattered with blood and breathless. Ellen smiled at you and Dean. “Glad you’re both still standin’.” She gave you a wink and pulled Dean in close, giving him a quick squeeze.

“Ellen? Jo?” Dean questioned his face a mixture of surprise, confusion, and relief.

“I’m all for family reunions, but we better book it, still a few shifters left as far’s I can tell. Todd and Bruce got a couple round back, but there’s a lot more gunfire from out from then there should be,” Jo informed before turning back and checking the perimeter.

Dean still looked suspicious, but seeing Ellen and Jo, with Sam, gave him enough trust to follow when everyone started to move out of the barn. Within a few minutes, you pushed through a couple yards of thicket to find most of your caravan waiting for you.

Todd and Bruce were just pulling in and getting out of their truck, but there was no sign of the Nate, other hunter that had come along for the ride. When Ellen silently questioned where they were with a single look, they both slowly shook, then hung their heads. A moment of silence rippled through the small group, and for the first time since hooking up with Dean’s family, you could feel the enormous sense of loss they collectively had. Dean’s fingers curled into yours and squeezed your hand; he didn’t let go.

“We’ll take care of Nate proper, but right now I need everyone to put ‘em out. Gotta check and be sure everyone’s who they say they are.”

Everyone obliged, and everyone passed the silver test. Dean, realizing Sam was really Sam, embraced him with a hard smack on the back and sigh of relief. “Man am I glad to see you.”

“Same here,” Sam replied; his whole expression was smiling. “Took us a while, but we found you. We got some catching up to do, huh?” Sam’s eyes flickered to you, but his attempt to be subtle went unsuccessful.

Ellen cleared her throat. “First thing’s first, let’s go see if we can find the others and rid this Earth of any other shifters we come across. Y/N’s truck is still up by the house. Let’s circle back ‘round, see what we can see.”

“Whoa,” Dean griped and tugged on your elbow so you couldn’t walk away. “Your truck is up there. Why? Why were you anywhere near these things? Speaking of… how the hell did you get tied up in there, cause last I remember--”

“She’s the reason we got to you so easily, Dean. Y/N had the plan, took out the guy at the gate, got us a way in to easily distract them,” Sam answered and looked at you, a sense of pride written across his face. “You did great.”

Dean turned to you with a look of pride and fear, “I guess we have some catching up of our own to do.”

“Guys, we really gotta go. Plenty of time for this later,” Ellen said with a warning.

Everyone agreed and dispersed between the vehicles and headed back towards the area of the gunfire. Your truck was where you left it but now surrounded by half a dozen bodies. When you got out of the truck, you reached around and removed Dean’s gun from its hiding place under the coat.

“I believe this belongs to you.”

He took it from you and held it with great care. You could tell from his expression that he remembered it, which probably meant he remembered more, if not everything else about his life. Ellen’s words from before echoed in your ears, plenty of time for that later…

“Stay here, okay?” he said, checking the clip and turning off the safety. “Jo will stay with you, right?” his gaze asked her not to challenge his request.

“Yeah, whatever,” she huffed and turned back towards the house.

“Keep the engine running. This won’t take long,” he said and kissed your forehead before joining Sam, Ellen, and the others to check out the house.

Once they were inside, you could feel Jo’s eyes on you. You tried to act like it didn’t bother you, but you were one more dirty look away from being unable to hold your tongue.

“So, you and Dean… that’s a thing?”

You shrugged. “We’re close.”

“I could tell. But Dean’s a sweet guy. He likes to take care of the people he cares about.”

“I know. Even when he didn’t know who he was, all he wanted to do was help me.”

“Exactly,” she said with a raise of her brow. “Guess what I’m sayin’ is, don’t take too much of his affection for anything but, you know, him wantin’ to help. This whole life is new to you, so you don’t know the rules.”

“The rules?”

“Mhm. Hunters… they don’t get to have a life you know. Husbands, wives, moms, dads, kids… they always get broken up cause one of them dies ugly. It happened to Sam and Dean, happened to me. Hell, to every hunter I’ve ever known. They all got a sad story that kicked off the life for them. We don’t fall in love or settle down. We deal in whiskey and one-night stands. So, if you’re thinkin’ Dean is gonna be anything more than that for you, you got another thing comin’.”

“I don’t expect anything from Dean,” you bit back, eliciting a raise of one thin brow from Jo.

“If you say so,” she mumbled. “Guys like him, they don’t even know what the apple pie life is all about. Girl like you,” she paused giving you a once over, “you wouldn’t know how to handle a guy like him.”

“For the record, you don’t know anything about what Dean and I have, don’t have, or have been through. Don’t assume to know anything about me Jo, ‘cause I guarantee, you’d be wrong. I don’t need to have grown up a hunter to understand what loss feels like, or pain, or pain because of loss. You think you have the market cornered? Or is this just your way to try and scare me away from pursuing Dean when this is all over?”

Jo scoffed. “Please, if you really want the headache, you can have him. He already tried his luck with me and failed.”

“Then you’re a bigger idiot than I thought.”

“Excuse me?” she challenged, just as the back door opened, Todd and Bruce exiting and letting the door go to sharply bang against the frame.

She rolled back on her heel and turned back towards the house again. The back door flew open again and Ellen came out with Sam and Dean, who were carrying out one of the other hunters who’d been lost. Your gut lurched at the sight of them carrying their friend, now covered with a sheet and being gently laying him in the back of Ellen’s truck.

“Place is cleared out,” Todd said, “We’re gonna roll out if Y'all are good.”

“We are, thanks, boys. We’ll get him home and have a proper pyre built for a hunter’s funeral.” Ellen nodded towards the body in the bed of the truck. “I’ll give ya a call when we do.”

Once the goodbyes were said, they hopped in their truck and headed out. Suddenly feeling awkward, you walked around to the cab of your truck, climbed in and watched as Sam and Dean chatted with Jo and Ellen. You tried not to let what Jo said permeate too deeply into your mind, at least not until you could have a moment alone with Dean. Everything had gone down so quickly, you barely had a moment to appreciate in the fact that he was alive and well. But her words echoed nonetheless, and they were starting to create a cavern of doubt.

You watched through the now dirty windshield as Dean hugged both Jo and Ellen as they climbed into their truck and drove off down the long driveway. The brothers paused to talk for a moment and ended the quick conversation with a hug. When they both approached the truck, Sam came around to the driver’s side and motioned for you to roll down your window.

“Why don’t you let me drive back. You drove all the way here, and its been a long night,” he popped the door open, “slide over.”

You did so without any hesitation, glad to have someone else do the driving. Dean climbed into the passenger side, closing the door behind him. “Ready to roll?” he asked looking between you and Sam.

Sam nodded and took off, not too far behind Ellen and Jo. Dean put his arm around your shoulder and drew you into him. The adrenaline was finally wearing off, and exhaustion was setting in. Despite the million thoughts racing through your head, you closed your eyes and buried yourself into Dean’s side. He kept his arm protectively around you for the entire ride back to Harvelle’s Roadhouse.

The funeral happened later that night. Todd and Bruce returned briefly to pay their respects, along with the other half dozen hunters that were at the bar. Once the flames died out, and the business was done, everyone began dispersing in separate directions. Ellen went back to tending bar, Jo and a few others were discussing a possible case, and Sam and Dean were talking near the wreckage of the Impala.

In the time since you got back, you were weighing your next move. You needed to find a moment to talk to Dean and figure out what it was that he wanted from you, and you from him. But with the funeral preparations and the amount of people constantly interrupting, you’d given up and just laid low. The more you watched Dean in his element, the more you convinced yourself of what you had to do.

By the time the sun had set, and the half moon was high in the sky, Dean found you sitting in the bed of your pickup. You were looking up at the stars starting to come out, slowly swinging your feet back and forth.

“Hey stranger,” he smiled, extending his hand out to offer you a beer.

You shook your head in decline and moved over so he could take a seat next to you.

“How’s it feel to be home?” you asked, trying to maintain an even exterior and not let your melancholy show.

“This isn’t exactly home, but it's nice finding my brother. Ellen and Jo, too.”

“So, did it all come back, or just some of it?”

“Most, I guess,” Dean shrugged, “some things are still sorta blank, but I know who I am. I remember my parents and a lot from my life.”

“Then why don’t you look happy? I thought you’d be glad to have found them.”

He sighed beside you and took your hand. “I am, really. But, I just wasn’t ready to leave what we had yet.” Dean’s voice broke the slightest bit, but you couldn’t look at him, nor could he look at you. “I never really had normal before and staying with you gave me that. I think that’s why I resisted remembering anything.”

“But now that you have, you can’t deny you’re back where you should be.”

His head snapped around, his brow furrowed in confusion. “What does that mean?”

“I just mean that you’re with your family. This maybe isn’t your home, but you’re back in your life. You gotta admit, it's much more exciting than stocking shelves at some crappy general store in the middle of nowhere.”

Dean scoffed, “Don’t underestimate the power of normal, sweetheart.”

You hopped off the bed of the truck and tucked your hands into the pockets of his coat that you were still wearing. “I don’t. Trust me. That’s why I’m gonna head home. Get back to some kind of normal.”

“You’re leaving?” Dean was hurt, it read through every feature built into his expression. “Why?”

“You’re where you’re supposed to be. I need to go home and do the same. I am not cut out for this sort of life, and now that you remember, how could you think about coming back with me? What you and your brother do it too important. I know the rules now, I get it.”

“Rules?”

“Yeah… a hunter’s life is about the job. Normal living doesn’t exist.”

Dean shook his head and sighed. “Look, I don’t know what you think you know, but it’s possible—”

“It’s not,” you said, cutting him off abruptly. “It’s not for me. I’m sorry, Dean. I better get going, long drive, and I’m already beat.”

“Y/N, please, just stay here for tonight. Have some real food, get some sleep. I’m not ready for you to go yet.”

“I can’t Dean, I have to go home.”

“And then what, this is over?” he asked desperately, motioning between the two of you. “This is just done?”

“You were only staying with me because you didn’t know where to go. You had just remembered your name, and that there was someone out there named Sam. Well, Sam’s here. This is your—”

“Don’t say it again. This is not where I belong!” he shouted, quickly regretting it. “I’m sorry, I—I’m just not ready for you to go, that’s all. What we had, before all this shit blew up was pretty damn good, I think. I’m not ready for that to just be done because I remember who I was.”

“It was good. Great, in fact,” you agreed, fighting the urge to touch him, “But I told you, your life would come crashing in, and it did. Nearly killing you. That’s not something I can watch happen on a regular basis. So, better to let it end now before either of us were too invested.”

You felt yourself being cold, and it was the exact opposite of what you truly felt. Letting him go hurt more than many of the hurts that had come before it. This one was deep, but somehow you convinced yourself it was what needed to happen.

Dean sat quietly for a moment. He slid off the bed of the truck and stood close enough for you to smell the liquor on his breath. “I guess I can’t make you stay,” he said softly, “but you gotta know that I stayed because its where I wanted to be. On that couch, watching that crazy lady with the lights, feet up on the coffee table with my girl at my side.”

The heat of tears burned beneath your lids, and you didn’t think you’d be able to hold them off much longer. If you stood there and continued to listen to him talk, you’d never be able to leave. You shoved your hands deeper into your pockets, forcing them to stay there so you didn’t reach out for him. But it didn’t stop him from reaching for you.

Dean took your shoulders in his hands, looking you square in the eye. “You came all this way because in your gut you felt like something was wrong. Your gut was right. You found my friends and my brother because you knew I needed help. Your plan, the one you knew would work, is what got us out in almost one whole piece. I trust your gut. So, if you tell me that this all meant nothing, and your gut, right here and now is telling you to go. Then, I won’t stop you. But, if any part of you believes what I do and that this isn’t over, please stay. Just tonight.”

You thought about what you wanted, and what you felt needed to be. You wanted to stay; thought you should stay. Everything in him was pleading with you to do so. But the voice that spoke over that, the one that lived in the worst parts of yourself, was the loudest. That voice was urging to you to run far away before you could get hurt or before he could hurt you. It was the voice of fear.

“I wish I could Dean, but I have to go home,” you said flatly and avoiding his gaze.

The corners of his mouth drew down into a disappointed smirk. “Well, uh, alright then.” His hands slipped from your shoulders and back to his sides with a thump. “Thank you, for all you’ve done for me; for saving my life. I won’t forget it. I won’t forget you, ever.”

Time was running out for you to maintain the will to leave. There was so much you wanted to say but somehow held it in. “Take care of yourself, Dean.”

You turned away quickly, the tears wouldn’t wait any longer. Sam was walking towards you from the bar with a smile. It faded quickly when he saw your cheeks wet from the ones that escaped already.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You didn’t look at him or say anything. You just climbed into the truck and turned the ignition. Looking up, you saw Dean standing in your side view mirror. He was angry and sad, all of which showed throughout his body. You hated yourself for leaving, but the fear was settling in over everything the way it always did.

Fear. Its what drove most of your life. You grew up in it, lived it every day. It conditioned you to stay quiet, not follow your gut.

You cut the wheel and turned sharply, straight down the dusty drive that took you to the main road. The last bit of sun’s light was gone in the west. The stars and moon giving you a sheer blanket of light in any direction. All the emotion that had built up over the last forty-eight hours came pouring out as you blindly barreled towards the STOP sign.

Fear is what made you stay after your mother died. Fear is what made you bring Shane back when you knew he’d be nothing but a bully. Fear is what kept you living in the house where you grew up petrified every day and working at the store when it was the last thing you wanted for your life.

The only time fear wasn’t an issue, was after you met Dean. He made you better. He made you brave. He’s the reason you left home and set out in the unknown. You would have never done that before. You always played things safe, and now your conditioning was pulling you back to that when it was the last thing you needed or wanted.

Your inner voice screamed at you to stop, making you slam on the brakes and put the truck in park. Hanging your head, your body just expelled every last bit of emotion you’d stored up until you felt like there was nothing left. Time wasn’t of importance, but you were there long enough for Dean to walk the length of road. He gave you a minute, but when you didn’t get out of the truck, gently knocked at your window.

When you opened the door to the truck, he stepped aside to give you room, but the moment he saw your face streaked with tears, he didn’t give you a chance to stop him. Dean pulled you into a tight embrace and rested his lips on the top of your hair. When he felt your body stop shaking, he pulled away just enough to really look you in the eyes.

“Gonna stay?”

You nodded softly.

“Good. Hungry?”

You nodded again, this time with a slight chuckle.

“Ellen’s got a feast in there. C’mon. I’ll drive us back.”

SIX MONTHS LATER…

“No, I didn’t get it yet, Ellen. I’ll call Sam though, he was supposed to bring it back with him… I—I don’t know…. He’s due in tonight I think…”

Ellen chatted on and didn’t let you answer before asking another round of questions. You were trying to balance restocking behind the counter, as well as hold the phone between your ear and shoulder. When blessedly, the little bell rung over the door, giving you an out to end the call.

“Ok El, look, gotta go, Todd just came in. I’ll text you when I hear from Sam.”

Quickly ending the call, Todd greeted you with a grin and came over to the counter. “Hey, girlie. You got the goods?” he gave you a cheeky wink, eliciting a dramatic eye roll from you.

“They’re round back. Why do you have to make it weird?” you asked playfully disgusted, going back your business behind the counter putting away the new shipment of herbs.

“’Cause, he’s just that kinda guy,” Dean said, coming out of the warehouse with an armload of boxes. He placed them down at Todd’s feet and extended a hand in greeting. “Aren’t ya Todd?”

“We’re all known for somethin’,” he said and winked again before picking up what Dean left on the floor. “Thanks for these. Our friends in the north appreciate your efforts.”

“Well, there’s about five dozen of each in there. The rock salt rounds are on the bottom. The others are mixed in the top boxes. Either way, just let me know what you need more of and when.”

Todd nodded in thanks and tipped a wave to you before heading out. Dean got the door for him and as you watched Todd leave, you felt yourself smile. Dean caught a glimpse of your wistful expression and walked around the counter to where you were.

He grabbed your hips from behind and pulled you back into him. “Where’d your mind go?” he asked, his breath warm and inviting on your ear. If you didn’t know he had to leave to meet up with Sam, it would have been enough for you to lock the door and pull him back into the warehouse for a quickie.

“Just thinkin’ bout how much I love all this,” you replied, motioning to the store in front of you, then reaching around and grabbing his ass with a squeeze. “And this. Feels crazy that this is life now.”

As you looked out around the store, you realized how much things really had changed. Sure there were still all the usual items the regular customers purchased. But now that included hunters, too. Stocking the shelves with anything that they could use that wouldn’t bring too much suspicion, and all the things that would be weird to have on the shelves were available in the back. Salt rounds, special herbs, silver, dead man’s blood… whatever you needed to kill something ugly, could be found or located through your new business.

“Deciding to take on a hunter’s life isn’t easy,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder, “but what you’ve made here, is a damn good way to live it.”

“What WE made here. I couldn’t have done it without you and Sam.”

From behind you, the secondary phone line started ringing.

“Is that the bat phone?” Dean asked moving you aside to check. “You get that, I gotta run. Sam should be about an hour out. I’ll be home soon,” Dean said, turning you to face him so he could kiss you. The phone rang again, and he pulled back. “Better answer that, or the people of Gotham are gonna be cranky.”

You hit him playfully in the chest. “Be careful. I love you, jackass.”

“I love you, too. Won’t be late!” he said and gave you a playful smack on the ass just as you picked up the receiver.

Clearing your throat, you answered, “Stranger Things, whatcha need?”

Dean paused for a moment before heading through the back door and out to the parking lot. He watched her on the phone behind the counter taking an order and smiled to himself. She was happy, in her element and yet still finding her place in this new life. Somehow, they’d made it work, finding a balance of normal, and not so normal. Even when the scales were tipped on one direction over the other, Dean was happy. Because after a hunt with his brother, or at the end of the day working in the store, he could come home relax on the couch with Netflix and his best girl by his side. For the first time in his life, he felt a normalcy and completion he didn’t think could exist. But it did. Here. With her.

This is the last part of The Stranger. Once you read, if you feel like you want more from this particular world, I have ideas, and I’d love to continue it. But I’d love to do so as a requested series - one written with prompts or requests by you! If that’s something you’re up for, finish this part and feel free to send me an ask!

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IX. Greed | BTS | Horror!Au

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›› Au: Horror / Gore (non canon) ›› Genre: Angst ›› Rating: 18+ explicit (sexual content + violence) ›› Characters: BTS + Reader x PJM ›› Word Count: 2k Warnings Include: Psychological distress and manipulation, blood, character death, mild and severe injuries, vomiting, poison, asphyxiation, drowning, darkness, burns, acid, pain.

It was at the third breath, that Hoseok shot up, head almost knocking into his friends as he coughed loudly. He turned over, water leaving his mouth from where he’d probably inhaled it. Yoongi helped him cough it up, and caught him when he slumped down again. “Hoseok? Can you hear me.”

You all rolled him onto his back, and he nodded softly, licking his lips. His lips were blue, and his skin was ice cold. It was then that you noticed the welts on his hands, probably from how cold the floor had gotten. “We need to get him through the door.”

“How?” Yoongi said.

“Carry him.” Jimin opted, moving towards Hoseok’s feet. “She goes first, then I’ll go, hold his legs, you pass him over to us and follow. But we need to be fast we don’t have much time left.”

Yoongi looked back at Jin, lifeless, drained, face lying in whatever it was that he’d thrown up. “Jin…”

“Yoongi, we can’t.”

“I know, let’s go.” He hoisted Hoseok up by the shoulders, Jimin by his legs. It was a complicated task, since he had to pass through on his own. That’s when you noticed something on the floor. Jin’s bracelet.

The moment Yoongi passed Hoseok’s swaying form over to you and Jimin you pointed to the floor. “Jin’s bracelet, take it! Who knows what we could use it for.”

Yoongi dashed back as Jimin slung Hoseok’s arm over his shoulder and dragged him along through the narrow hallway. You were up the front, it was pitch black, you couldn’t see anything, none of the other hallways had been this long.

“Ouch!” you yelped, as you ran into a wall. “What the fuck?”

“What’s going on?!” Yoongi called from behind you. “Please don’t tell me it’s a dead end.”

You felt around, fingers skimming the cold surface as your body struggled to regain it’s warmth after just having left that freeze room. “Oh, it goes off to the left? Jimin, can you grab my hand? Yoongi, hold on to them so we don’t loose each other.”

Jimin’s hand was cold in yours, as you used your other hand to navigate the dark hallways that seemed to never come to an end. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and strangely this was the most scared you’ve been up till now. It was so dark, if you looked back you couldn’t even make out Jimin’s form behind you. It was cold, and clammy, and you felt as if any moment someone could show up in front of you with a knife to just let you walk into it. What if there’s traps?

You stopped, Jimin bumping into your back. “What?” he asked.

“What if this is a trap?”

“What do you mean?” he answered in the dark. “A trap how?”

Suddenly you were unsure of everything. “It’s all about, atoning for our sins and this whole bullshit. What if we had to wait back where the hallways veered off? What if there was a door but it was closed? What if it’s a test?”

“We can’t go back.” Yoongi said. “Keep going, this has to lead somewhere or else it wouldn’t be here. This hallways has a purpose, like everything else in this game.”

You nodded to yourself, trying not the think about the purposing being to kill you all, so you forced your feet to move and go on. For a second you wondered, how many turns you’d taken. One left, another left, and then…one right, one left? You weren’t sure, for all you knew you might be going in circles.

Then you literally felt the floor stop underneath you and it took all your body strength to make yourself fall backwards onto the floor. “Fuck.”

“What happened, y/n?!” Jimin called, unaware that you were still like, 1 foot away from him.

“I’m on the floor, I think, wait.” You came up on hands and knees, feeling the floor and how it dipped…into steps? “It’s a staircase what the fuck. Are we going down into like the basement or something?”

Hoseok mumbled something and for a second everyone’s attention was focused on him. “Hoseok, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asked. “Do you need something?”

“Tired.” He whispered, and your heart sank. You knew, that it was possible that he’d suffered brain damage from the lack of oxygen. It wasn’t certain, but it was definitely possible. You wouldn’t know for sure until you got out of here.

“We keep going, this has to lead somewhere. It has to. Just be careful!”

Everyone carefully descended, and you wondered whether you were underneath a room, or underneath one of the hallways that you’d previously went through. Because you hadn’t seen any doors anywhere. Until now, all the rooms were in a straight row. Maybe you were crossing back to one of them? “Okay,” you stubbed your toe against something almost as soon as you took two steps on levelled ground. “I think we’re going up again.”

The stairs were short, maybe only 10 steps until the floor went level again. You had to just have passed underneath something. There was a quick turn to the right, and then to the left until you were certain you hid a dead end. You knocked on the walls, the iron sounding…hollow? “Hello?!” you called. “Guys it’s a dead end, I’m not sure if this is a door or not. But I can’t find a handle, and I don’t know what to do. We’re stuck here.”

“Let’s go back.” Jimin offered. “Maybe you were right after all.”

A sudden sound scared you, like the scraping of a chair, or a table. There was a muffled sound on the other side, like a voice.

“Hello?!” you called out, pressing your ear to the metal. “Is anybody there?” You pounded your fist against the wall, in hope the person would hear you.

“Help!” the voice was broken and sounded helpless but indiscernible through the metal walls. “Please!”

“Who’s in there?” Yoongi asked, joining you. “Hello?! Can you hear us?!”

The other person weakly knocked on the wall. “Help, please.” It was almost as if they couldn’t hear your voice.

There was the known sound of the intercom in the dark, crackling and buzzing. “WELCOME WELCOME!” the little girl called. “Welcome to the last game. My apologies for the inconvenient space, but in due time, everything will become clear. You did well y/n, figuring out my plans, and how I think of things. You are smart, I didn’t expect that. But thanks to you, Hoseok lived. I’ll let you know that he’s okay, but he’s unconscious. I can see his vitals, right, on my little screen here, all through your bracelets.” She chuckled, and you shivered.

“Welcome guys, to the - lets say - hallway of Avaritia. The sin of greed is common these days, materialism is on the rise, and people are greedier than ever. But greed is an ancient old sin as well, it has caused much destruction upon the world we know today. Charitable people are uncommon, everything has a price. Everyone has a price.”

“In hell, people who committed the sin of greed are boiled alive in oil. As you know I want to give aallll of you a fair chance. So lets get this one started.”

“Yoongi, please look down at your bracelet.”

You couldn’t see him, you couldn’t see anything, and that’s when you realised each and every one of your bracelets had been turned off to shroud you in darkness. Yoongi’s lit up, casting light over his features that looked absolutely terrified. The colour was bright yellow, almost hurting your eyes, before it flickered off again. “Just tell me what to do!” Yoongi yelled, making you flinch.

“Calm down Yoongi, calm down. It’s easy though, isn’t it? That you’d come this far. That greed is saved for the last person who’d never tried to sacrifice themselves before. The one person who hasn’t done anything yet? Oh, I know, you let Jimin beat you up, you even offered to die. But I know you wanted it to be the girl. At the start. Because you knew as well as I did, and everyone else in the room, that she was the reason that one of you had to die.”

“So here we are, with what might be the easiest task yet, or the hardest, depending on how you look at it.” She chuckled, and laughed, and just wouldn’t stop, as if this was the funniest thing in the world. “You see, that bracelet that you wear has a special heating technology equipped to it. Once I press this button, it will slowly start to heat up further and further until it will sear into your flesh and you’ll eventually loose your hand or bleed out if your arteries don’t get cauterised properly. See this as your…timer. Because if you do not do as I ask. Each and every one of you, will die the same way poor Seokjin did. Painful, fully aware, and slowly.”

The images of Jin’s convulsing body passed before your eyes, and you were suddenly terrified that Yoongi was not going to be able to do what he had to.

“I have one simple task for you Yoongi. Pick 3 people that you think should leave this place. Yourself included as an option. Remember, don’t be greedy.”

The intercom cut out, and Yoongi swore under his breath. There was 4 of you, only 3 could leave. And he had to pick, it had to be him. He swore again, punching his probably already broken hand against the iron wall. “FUCK!”

“Yoongi.” Jimin said softly. “Let me stay.”

“No!” you called. “Jimin, I’m not going without you!” Never, you’d never leave this place without Jimin. You’d never leave him behind, not in a million years. Even if he hated you, you would not let him die alone.

Jimin sighed, and you heard shuffling from where he probably sat down with Hoseok. “One of us has to stay, and Yoongi might be right. This could all be related to my father, maybe an upset client, or someone he got into jail or whatever. I don’t know, but it could be. I wouldn’t be able to live with the idea that this was my fault. Plus, I’ve lost everything. My two best friends are dead, my girlfriend cheated on me and humiliated me. What would I do when I leave this place, be on my own? Die to insanity and fear? I’d rather die here.”

You cried silently, not knowing what to tell him, unable to form words because in a way you knew he was right.

Yoongi suddenly cried out in pain, thrashing around and pushing you towards the wall. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, NO!” he called, crying out in pain, wailing almost. The bracelet, it must’ve started heating up, there was no other scenario. “NO, make it stop, fuck. MAKE IT STOP!” The smell of burning flesh filled the narrow hallways quickly, and you could hear Jimin gag 2 feet away from you.

With one hand over your mouth you tried to locate him in the dark, trying to calm him down. “Yoongi you have to make a decision!” you said when he accidentally slapped your hand away. “You have to choose!”

“FINE!” he yelled, tears so clear in his voice, high pitched with pain. “I choose, Hoseok, myself, and-“ He cut himself off by screaming again, body banging against the wall. “Shit.”

You waited, an agonising few seconds that would decide your faith for the rest of your life. It was you or Jimin, and you were practically certain that he would go for your boyfriend, Yoongi and you never truly got along, and he barely knew you. You were certain, until he called the last name. “And Jungkook!”

You were silent, baffled at the fact that he’d chosen Jungkook’s name. Both you and Jimin, both of you, were staying behind. To die.

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FarscapeWatch: 2.05 ‘The Way We Weren’t’

It’s been a minute, but we’re back in business. The season 2 reactions continue as I continue my first watch of Farscape!~

It's a flashback episode! This bodes well coming so early in the series after effectively a repilot as this season started.

Okay so we're in Moya...or are they just saving money by re-using the set, because either I'm watching a low-quality pitched-up version, or that's not Pilot??

Ladypilot? I like her. So something bad will happen no doubt. Just like Crais's lady second in command last season.

Are we watching a recording? Interesting flashback. Oooh yep they kill that Pilot and its...really quite brutal. Ugh Crais pfo.

And there's the stinger. Aeryn was part of the crew killing the previous pilot of that Leviathan. Which...actually is Moya. And it's Chiana that's found this recording, wuh oh. Good thing she and Aeryn have such a camaraderie and positive history so far... (Although we do seem to be retconning the character development in Taking the Stone away in these last few episodes).

So we enter the episode, and now we're all watching the tape...the whole crew, including Aeryn. Rygel right away stirs the pot, and I'm starting to see a Rygel-Chiana teamup connection. Rygel is somehow a lot more tolerable with someone else on his 'team', so to speak. So right away they all (minus John, I'm sure) jump to the conclusion that Aeryn has been deliberately concealing this past from them as some kind of long-held plan of her own, and really... I just don't think it's been seeded enough that Aeryn might be a traitor. She's been portrayed so far as The Main Girl even over Chiana who's had a lot of narrative focus, her entire character and arcs have been based around her being an outcast from her people, so what does she have to gain by playing what's by my reckoning now at least a months-long game against the rest of them and faking all kinds of emotional responses? Nah, not buying it. But the downside is that then makes the rest of the cast look bad, and I like those guys.

So they start to be paranoid that Aeryn might have come across - or even tortured! - them themselves in the past as they were on Moya at this time, three cycles - that is, three years, I think - ago. Aeryn denies it and John backs her up. Zhaan has a nasty little remark about being shocked that Aeryn would kill a Pilot but...Zhaan, she was ordered to, it would've been her own head on the block if she didn't. And Aeryn rightfully points out that Zhaan had no problem with cutting THEIR Pilot's arm off just out of her own selfishness. Chiana actually chips in as the voice of reason here and points out, had none of them actually thought to understand what it meant that Aeryn was a Peackeeper? She did bad things. So I wonder will this be an introspective episode about all that kind of thing?

Again, I imagine this kind of thing came up in the fandom at the time, but perhaps it's possible that Zhaan, D'Argo and Rygel, being the characters they are, just DIDN'T ever think too deeply about Aeryn's past - or even hid it from themselves so they could work with her. Chiana of course, the wildcard, has no such qualms. Being real though, they've all done plenty bad, Zhaan and D'Argo are canonically killers, even if they had reason, and Rygel and Chiana probably aren't squeaky clean either. Pot kettle much?

And we're into flashback with Aeryn ominously noting relationships. Romantic, perhaps? I'm just ready for John's whiny dudebro to rear its head again just as we'd started to move past that if it turns out she's gasp been with someone else before.

So the first thing that's established is that not only is Aeryn emotionless and focused because she's a Peacekeeper, her singlemindedness and adherence to procedure and policy are actually intense even by Peacekeeper standards. This Aeryn is very firmly Lawful Neutral, an alignment I'd say she keeps but adheres less strictly to at this point in Farscape real-time, veering into True Neutral. On that note, my imagined alignments for all our leads so far: Rygel = Chaotic Evil verging on Chaotic Neutral, Chiana = Chaotic Neutral, textbook, D'Argo = Neutral Good, Zhaan = True Neutral, John = Chaotic Good, Crais = Lawful Neutral. Pilot...hard to say, because Pilot's not been a character for long. Though going by last episode, perhaps that's due to change this season.

Flashback!Moya introduces a 'friend' of Aeryn's from the off. A male friend. Hmmm...

It's revealed that Aeryn also unknowingly facilitated the new Pilot, our character known as Pilot (this will get confusing fast >.<) being brought aboard Moya. It's decided that he should not be told about this tape and immediately the camera cuts to Chiana, hmm, I wonder if *someone* is going to show Pilot the tape??? Presumably he would not be happy to see Aeryn killing one of his kind, to be fair, would anyone be? This is going to go terribly wrong, isn't it.

Back into flashback. It seems that Aeryn's friend is a softly-softly approach kinda guy with his attitude to the imprisoned Pilot, but willing to change to overt violence in front of superiors like Crais. Peer pressure or looking after number 1? We also learn that Pilots are much more intelligent than human(oid)s, or at least, can handle a multipilicty of concepts far better than our brains could.

So we have a lot of Peacekeeper internal politics. Crais is a hard slavedriver who wants Aeryn's superior to work faster and do things ASAP no matter the damage that may cause. Aeryn's man disagrees, but has no choice as he's inferior. Also somehow Aeryn is always in the background in these scenes, although it seems to be the case that she's a lot lower down the chain. Just chance, perhaps?

Minor aside, a shot showing that Aeryn DID in fact see Zhaan while as a Peacekeeper and was not at all bothered to see her captured. So she didn't mention that. On that note, I'm unsure who's privy to these flashbacks - is she telling John in private, or just thinking of them herself and we viewers are looking in, or are we looking in as if we were there for the context of what she's feeling now, becoming privy to information np-one else on Moya is?

Okay so it's revealed why Aeryn is in the background; she's been trying unsuccessfully for a while to get Crais's attention to request a transfer, and has been rebuffed coldly every time. Here he just walks away while she's speaking, sheesh.

Back to present day. It's all weighing on Aeryn's mind and she beats her punching bag until her hands are bloody. John comes to her and they talk, we get some indepth on Peacekeeper culture. Emotions are just about forbidden, especially positive ones, and bonds are also discouraged. Romance is tacitly forbidden, but sex is fine as a biological need for stress relief. It's interesting, the latter - I wonder if that was shocking in the late 90s, because it feels like that's a more common or more accepted perspective on sex at least, today, emotional and abusive other parts aside.

CALLED IT. Aeryn and..Valorik? (I’m going to call him V) were totally bangin'. But possibly also developing feelings for each other, at least inklings of, maybe onesided, maybe both ways? Which is of course, the biggest forbidden fruit. So back then, baby Aeryn was playing on a knife edge of breaking the rules, interesting.

(Possibly slightly kinky sex too, there's a bit of grabbing there and chocking, wow)

ALSO CALLED IT. John seems dumbfounded that Aeryn used to be "lovers" with someone else, and is struck speechless and stammering. Sorry sunshine, but you're both at least mid-twenties, did you really think you were her first? You were ENGAGED or nearly it anyway back on Earth! Aeryn admits now that this guy was her something special that she'd had feelings for - which puts an interesting spin on her requesting a transfer earlier in the episode, and not for the first time either - perhaps easier to run from the situation than deal with the conflict in her vows and her feelings? (Also, still working out John and Aeryn's relationship right now...it feels like Official Couple, but it's interesting how John has now been very much accepted, even as a leader, if his partner is still privy to being outcast at literally a minute's notice...)

Well, now Pilot's seen the tape. "How did he get hold of that?" John asks. Well, John, you're on a ship with two wildcards and two characters who distrust Aeryn, is it rocket science? Pilot calls Aeryn - Officer Sun - in to see him, and does NOT sound happy.

Let me take this moment to note how different Aeryn looks with her hair down and long. She's like a different woman.

Aeryn claims to closer to Pilot 'than any other two beings on this ship' as she still has his DNA inside her. Guess she and John have been using space condoms then? (sorry)

So Pilot attacks her, and tbh, I'm Team Pilot on this one. Aeryn's view that being reminded of what she had done - tacit admission that she forgot, it mattered that little to her! - is just as bad on her as Pilot discovering she killed one of his kind coldbloodedly is pretty much not equivalent I think. "I killed someone which is bad, but it's hard on me too because I forgot and only now feel guilty!" is a pretty weak defence.

Now Pilot's having a flashback. Of being 'installed' into the ship, which is literally being inserted into the driver's seat...and then wired in so he's rooted in. Eesh.

So, we have some interesting ethical things arising. Moya's previous Pilot refused to do as she was told so was killed by the Peacekeepers. Pilot was installed, but was aware on installation that the ship had had a previous Pilot who was now dead in order for him to be installed. Moya was at the time unaware and Pilot fears he will be rejected. Also, the PKs are going to forcibly install Pilot, instead of going through a year-long bonding process, they aim to do it within approximately two days. That's a lot. In the present day, Pilot now refuses to fly the ship - echoing the previous Pilot - unless Aeryn leaves. But... I feel like the fact that it is the same ship that Pilot himself was installed in, also, perhaps, benefiting from the previous one's death, complicates things. He did not, in the flashback, seem to be under the impression that he would be the ship's first ever Pilot.

So Rygel showed Pilot the tape. And Chiana's mad at him for it, god I love her, you never know what she's going to do.

Zhaan and Aeryn scene. Zhaan tends to Aeryn after Pilot's attack on her throat, but is a little rough intentionally and makes some snide remarks too. Interesting little scene, at first Zhaan seems to be very angry with Aeryn, but when she starts to pack to leave, then, relents and apologises; Aeryn only did as she was told. An interesting time-wise parallel comes here, because at the same time as Aeryn was obediently following orders, the other leads were already imprisoned for grossly breaking what was expected of them by murder, theft, or rebellion. Who is right, though? Arguments can be made both ways. And what was John doing three years ago? Probably...similar to Aeryn, following orders, following the rules, and possibly not worrying about the ethics of the situation either.

Back to flashback. More ethics, which is interesting. Aeryn wishes to follow her orders, but her feelings - and what Mr V is telling her - are coming into conflict with those orders, almost suggesting the Peacekeeper system may effectively be two-tier. One rule for the grunts, another for those high up enough for High Command to turn a blind eye. V wishes for Aeryn and he to be assigned together again and stay as partners - and he can make it happen. He also badmouths Crais which horrifies Aeryn - outright "insubordination", but V justifies it to her as observation - likely something else she has learned to value in the military. I'm reminded of Asimov's robots realising that in order to fulfil objective #1 - prevent humans from coming to harm by inaction, humans actually have to be harmed sometimes to save them from themselves or each other.

To complicate things even more. V wishes to sabotage Crais to save the Leviathan, Moya, for fear that pursuing Crais's plans will kill it. V is telling Aeryn, his forbidden lover this - although hearing about it puts them both in danger and makes her an accessory. Tricky, tricky.

Just one little aside as well. V insists that he knows what Aeryn feels, and that if she does as he says and leaves with him, she'll be so much happier. That's a nice parallel to John - but not an all-out positive one, because in both, Aeryn's choice and what she actually wants is being subordinated.

Back to flashback with Pilot, and we learn that not only was Pilot's plugging-in to Moya painful, the pain *never went away* and he has just been living with it, accustomed to it, since then! Sheesh. Further, Pilot has only been accepted by Moya in the first place because she was tortured into submission.

Well this is good. Pilot, feeling guilty, has now unplugged himself from Moya by effectively amputating part of himself that was plugged in. Plus side, he's no longer in pain, minus side...he's no longer in control of the ship, so she effectively has no brain to maintain all the things that need done. Aeryn blames herself for this all and no doubt the flashbacks will let us know why...

Awh, Aeryn's solution is that Pilot needs to talk about the time back then, which is something she's learned from John, I quite like that. John of course seizes on this to pressure Aeryn to talk to HIM which...okay, but it's not all always about you buddy. Just let her do her thing, she's a grown-up.

Flashback to Aeryn and V, alone, intimate. She tells him she will go with him. She admits fear of the unknown, though, and he tells her she has it in her to be able to survive elsewhere - which is heartbreaking, because we know she since has, when she in the past didn't believe she could. She just never could have imagined the circumstances that would occur in.

So it turns out that Aeryn sold V out for his treason. PLaying by the rules and being good was more important. But it's understandable, it's how she was raised, and she was protecting herself, too. Even as he is dragged away, V tells her she's special, even in a proud tone - nobody else would have attempted this, that is, she has turned him in for the reward of being able to get her transfer that had failed so many times before. In a way, she has, ironically, gone about getting that through less than official, or typical channels.

Back to present, and it's heavily implied that V was tortured to death for his treason. Tough on Aeryn, tougher on him, of course.

Aeryn and John, present day, drop from above into Pilot's chamber, bypassing the sealed door. Pilot uses two DRD guards to attack, but John and Aeryn are able to shoot and disable them, approaching and holding Pilot at gunpoint, wow, that escalated fast.

Okay I love how Aeryn doesn't get his talking thing. So she pushes Pilot to talk by shouting at him and threatening to shoot him up here and now if he doesn't. Smooth. It's revealed that separated, Pilot will starve, life support will fail and the others will die, and only Moya will survive.

Aeryn offers herself to be killed by Pilot if he will spare the others. Pilot is humbled, and reveals that it is not just those brought up memories he's been struggling with; he feels just as at fault as Aeryn, because...

Flashback again. V on Pilot's planet, which again complicates good-guy-V that's been portrayed throughout the whole episode. It's revealed that Pilot was informed, and knew going in that in order for him to become a Pilot of that ship - at his young age, before he had been decreed ready - the existing Pilot would have to be killed and removed, and at the time, was although morally torn, happy with that. He was in effect, happy to facilitate another's death just so that he was able to see the stars - perhaps making him a criminal worse than any of the others on the ship in that sense, who killed in desperation or for the greater good. It is his guilt that was dredged up by the tape.

Aeryn convinces Pilot that they have both come a long way since they were those people. Pilot is convinced to reconnect with Moya in a rudimentary manner, but which will lead to a natural, non-painful bond, mutually between the two of them. He will though have less control now, a nice plot McGuffin for later no doubt, but it's thematic so I'm not bothered by it.

Coda, John and Aeryn alone again. Aeryn makes the point that V and John both said to her "you can be so much more" which I didn't pick up on, but hmm. Of COURSE John then tries to fish for a love confession out of her, and we close just on a positive musical cue as the two just look at, and then away from each other. Goddd just give her a minute dude. But they are cute together and I'm getting more a sense that she's just reserved about things of that nature this season than that she's actively not interested and he's pursuing obliviously because she's a humanoid who's the right colour and shape for him.

Okay, that was a lot! I quite liked this one, this season is shaping up already a lot stronger than this time in season 1. 7 to 7.5/10 for this one. Let's get into the breakdowns:

CHARACTER BEATS

JOHN

John...actually doesn’t have a whole lot to do this episode, except what’s required of him as the Designated Hero (be present for the solution of every plot element) and as the framing device for the flashback narrative. I feel like despite John’s prodding, Aeryn comes on her own to most of the solutions and means to reach solution in this episode. Having said that, he is a little more respectful of her this episode than he was last season (”Aeryn, do this, but I haven;t got time to tell you why. Obey me, woman!”) which is a pleasure. I still feel like his leadership hasn’t quite been narratively justified yet though, some more infighting from the others or incapability to work together in his absence would bring me more around to that viewpoint.

CHIANA

Chiana was, as usual, a delight, and for once this time actually wasn’t the progenitor of the plot through carelessness or not thinking about the impact of her actions. She didn’t have a whole lot to do here, though she did get the ball rolling. Still shows a tendency to be out for herself and crucially, only really rely on herself, as as soon as eyebrows are raised about Aeryn this episode she mainly makes herself scarce; interesting that her behaviour in ‘Crackers’ isn’t actually that far off her normal or baseline unlike the large divergences shown by the other characters in that episode. I wonder if that speaks to her baseline being madness or unpredictability, or if there’s a psychic strength there to her.

ZHAAN

First up, Zhaan ditched her horrible gold collar in this episode and looked a lot better for it, although the actress (I haven’t learned names yet) looked oddly shapeless in some scenes, almost like the gown was cut to cover up a pregnancy. No clue whether or not that was the case though, it may well just have been an unfortunate - or otherworldly, I guess - cut. I actually didn’t like Zhaan so much in this episode for the few scenes she made an appearance - she was unreasonably bitchy, I felt. Its possible she was just a little stressed out and acting out, but she didn’t feel like season 1 Zhaan - perhaps just wrongfooted by something she with all her foresight had failed to foresee. I felt Zhaan abused her power and influence in a few scenes here in a petty way I don’t expect from her, even if she did later show remorse. Still, character depth is always interesting.

D’ARGO

Shockingly, in this episode, D’Argo didn’t have a lot to do. This is becoming a recurring theme. There were some positive scenes of camaraderie with John (the rock-paper-scissors to decide who would intercede between Aeryn and Pilot was a nice touch) and I suppose tacit camaraderie with the rest of the crew by siding with them - although, I may have expected from history for D’Argo, the honourable warrior, to side with Aeryn, the honourable warrior. There’s some closeness with Pilot at the end, too, which builds on a (I think) season 1 scene where D’Argo played him music. Perhaps most interestingly, I don’t think he’s shared many scenes with Zhaan lately - yet is kissing her in the credits at the start of every episode, particularly interesting given the team-up with Chiana last episode. I will be keeping a close eye on proceedings.

RYGEL

I actually...didn’t hate Rygel here. Even though he caused the plot and stirred everything up by showing Pilot the tape, it did ultimately have good outcomes, allowing both Aeryn and Pilot to work through some trauma and improving Pilot and Moya’s in-the-background relationship. And he also at least claimed to have acted out of a sense of duty and honour, which...is fair, and also does in a twisted way fit with Rygel’s established perhaps old-fashioned traditional values. You’re alright, little man.

PILOT

This was...very much a Pilot episode, that actually gave surprising depth to, and made me care about a puppet. Two puppets, actually. I’m shocked at how formidable LadyPilot managed to be in her few seconds of screentime, and I’m actually a little sad for Moya - a character who’s literally a set - losing that connection and maybe still never knowing what happened. Dark. Lots about Pilot here; the big benevolent nonviolent alien turning out to be not only smarter than any of them, but also essentially a cold-blooded murderer worse than any of the rest of them was quite the twist. I’m also starting to wonder how far in advance and with what consequences the seemingly offhand monster-of-the-week plot of giving Aeryn Pilot DNA in season 1 was planned to have a lasting reach and effect on future plots. Perhaps it’s ironic to talk about a puppet becoming three dimensional.

AERYN

Woh boy, a lot to get into here. This episode is a little of an Aeryn character study, delving into her past alongside Pilot’s and revealing a past romance, unhappiness with how she was treated as a Peacekeeper, and a tendency to try and keep her head down and get on with it that remains in the Aeryn of the present day. A real duality is revealed in Aeryn in this episode; she has been tempted in the past and has resisted the temptation, but at the same time has cut herself off from happiness in favour of yes, safety, but also misery. She is not a risk-taker, though she is at the same time both a tactician and a warrior, which is an interesting combination of attributes and adds depth to the character she seemed to be early on this time last season. Seeing a Peacekeeper-heavy episode, we are also as viewers privy to how much of the Peacekeeper motto and policies are actually bent or broken by the people themselves and how Aeryn’s devotion to the rulebook is somewhat atypical.

WHAT THIS EPISODE ESTABLISHED:

Pilot actually has a history! And a dark one. John and Aeryn are actually not together despite hints pointing that way so far this series. Aeryn was rule-abiding even for a Peacekeeper, and everyone who isn’t John on Moya is still quick to distrust her. Crais was a dick even by Peacekeeper standards. And Peacekeepers aren’t as united a bloc of people as has been made out so far in the series. Also do we all just live on Moya now?

CHARACTER RANKING SO FAR AS OF 2.05:

1) Chiana

2) Aeryn

3) John

4) Pilot

5) D’Argo

6) Zhaan

7) Rygel

That’s us for this episode of FarscapeWatch until 2.06, ‘Picture If You Will’! (which seems to be perhaps a Chiana episode from previews!) Check out the #farscapewatch tag to keep up with the series, and/or read all my reactions in the masterlist which you can find here and linked on my blog’s main page

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Heaven Sent - Part 4

Word Count: 2,002

Characters: Y/n, Castiel, Dean, Sam, Chuck, Arabella (OFC)

Warnings: Snark, Heaven-Induced Insanity, Language, Angst if you squint, Canon-Divergence

A/N: This is Part 4 of a mini-series I wrote for @ellen-reincarnated1967’s “Andi’s Back in the Game” challenge. Beta’d by @hannahindie and @wheresthekillswitch who also helped me to brainstorm and nail down exactly where I wanted to go. Thank you both so very much!

A/N 2: This takes place roughly midway through Season 4 and veers from canon. I actually used some lines of dialogue from the show for this, and have them bolded. All credit goes to the writers of the show.

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I must be one. It is my job. I must perform the duties I was created for and assigned to accomplish - not out of obligation, but because that is who I am. I can save a dozen kids from unnecessary ER visits or even 100 young girls from being attacked, but if Lucifer rises and destroys the earth, none of it matters. As much as I hate to admit it, Dean was right. But mark my words, I would rather die than let him hear me admit that. Those two idiots are the key to stopping the apocalypse and I have no idea where they are, but I have an idea of who might.

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Part 4

Y/N

The names of the prophets of God - past, present and future - are ingrained in the minds of every angel. Luckily the name ‘Chuck Shurley’ isn’t terribly common and I found his address quickly. The journey wasn’t long by bus and the next day I found myself hesitantly approaching a dark house with overgrown bushes and patches of dry, dead grass for a yard. What if this wasn’t the right Chuck Shurley and frankly, how would I find out? “Hello Mr. Shurley, my name is y/n, former angel. Do you have a minute to talk about our Lord and the plans he has for you?”

Just as I decide it’s worth the shot and raise my hand to knock, I hear two familiar voices and one I don’t recognize. Bingo.

“Look, Chuck do you know where Sam is or not?” Dean’s tone is urgent.

“Yes. This is all wrong. This...” the unfamiliar voice is high and scared sounding. Castiel’s commanding tone cuts him off. I barge in, unannounced and unwelcome.

“Found it,” Cas is holding up a sheaf of papers and Dean snatches them from his hand and starts rifling through them. He freezes mid-shuffle and stares at me.

“Y/n?” Cas squints at me before glancing back at the shorter, bearded man who shrugs.

“Castiel? Dean? What’s happening?” The atmosphere is tense and I feel like my presence is an unwelcome intrusion.

“Thought you didn’t care?” Dean glares at me before continuing to search through the papers in his hands.

“Turns out I was wrong? Where’s your brother?”

“That’s the million dollar question,” Dean mumbles without looking up.

“Uh, excuse me? Who is she?” the man I assume to be Chuck cranes over Castiel’s shoulder.

“Hi. Y/n. Former angel. Looking for these two. Nice to meet you, Chuck,” I turn back to Dean.

“Sam thinks he can stop the final seal from breaking by killing Lilith. Turns out, that is the final seal,” Dean fumbles with the last page. “St. Mary's? What is that, a convent?”

“Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. And you,” Chuck points at me. “You're not in this story.”

“Yeah, well...We're making it up as we go,” Castiel glances at me before turning back to Chuck.

“What? Castiel, you mean you’re not blindly following the orders of your superiors?” I know it sounds like I’m mocking him, but truly I’m shocked. I’d heard of angels choosing free-will over destiny, but I would never have dreamed Castiel possible of such a choice. Just as he opens his mouth to retort, the earth under our feet begins shaking. Hot, white light - immense and powerful - begins seeping into the room from every direction.

“Aw, man! Not again! No!” Chuck groans petulantly.

“It’s the Archangel. I'll hold him off!” Cas shouts over the groaning of the house as it sways.

“I can help you!” I shout back.

“No, they will just kill you. You help Dean. I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!” Castiel smacks his hands on Dean and I’s forehead.

The force of being unexpectedly transported from the quaking room to the eerily quiet convent is explosive and painful and my mind is swimming as my knees hit the hard, stone floor. I can hear Dean’s rapid footsteps grow farther away, but the pounding in my head makes it hard to focus on anything at the moment.

When I am finally able to get my bearings, I glance around. Dean is long gone and while I can hear the sound of shouting, the acoustics of the stone walls, ceilings and floors makes it hard to pinpoint the direction they are coming from.

The halls are like an annoyingly intricate labyrinth as I weave through abandoned hallways and rows of empty classrooms. I pause, straining to hear any sign that I am moving in the right direction, only to hear the sound of voices are further away than before. Dammit. Behind me, what I am guessing is a large, wooden door slams shut and a hysterical bellowing noise echos around me. I run as fast as I can in the direction from where I’d just begun.

“Dean?” My voice sounds shaky and hollow. “Sam?”

As I round the last corner, I feel the earth begin to quiver yet again. It feels as though every stone around me is being dislodged and using me for target practice. At the far end of the hall, I can see the darkened silhouettes of Sam and Dean, as a blazing white light rises up in front of them before consuming their forms altogether. The door slams shut with such intensity a large crack begins to creep upward from the top of the frame before spider-webbing into a thousand fragments.

The sound of rushing wind on the highest mountain on the coldest day of the year, is incomparable to the fury being unleashed on the other side of this door. The final seal has been broken. Lucifer is rising. I shove my shoulder hard against the wood, with no effect. Sam and Dean are locked inside and if I can’t get this door open soon, the magnitude of the power emanating from the center of that light at this moment will likely kill them. Or they survive and then Lucifer devours them both. Either way, bad times.

I direct my angelic senses to the outer boundaries of my body, looking for a way in. Grace explodes from my body with a flash of light as the door bursts open. I can feel myself fading as relief floods my body and I rush forward toward Sam and Dean. I slap a hand on the backs of their heads, thrusting the last of my grace into them. They disappear in a flare of blue light just before the chaos is replaced with a sudden and gut wrenching silence and the world goes dark.

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“She lives. Will wonders never cease?”

The loud, haughty voice jars me awake and I jerk upright in shock. I feel the panic beginning to rise in my throat as I look around the sterile room. Arabella’s wide, snide eyes are studying me carefully as my gaze finds hers.

“How did...” My voice is a rasp and my ears are ringing. A brief moment of lucidity gives way to a hysterical current of fear. “Sam and Dean? Are they…”

“You saved them, y/n. You expelled the last of your power to do so, but they are safe.” Arabella crosses her arms over her chest and steps closer to the edge of the bed.

I feel some of the tension melt from my body. I’d done it. My thoughts swim between relief and confusion. “How did I get here?”

“We saw what you did, how you risked your life to save, not only one human for whom you’d been previously responsible for, but his brother in addition,” her voice is as flat and monotonous as ever, but I sense the faintest glimmer of pride at her words. “We make it a point to reward those who go over and beyond their duties.”

Reward? What could she mean? The idea that I could be rejoining the ranks of my brothers and sisters and...“Castiel!” his face flashes in my mind’s eye as the panic returns. “Where’s Castiel?”

I don’t miss the eye-roll that Arabella tries to suppress as she clears her throat. “I’m afraid Castiel…” she pauses, “he did not survive the encounter with the archangel.”

I’ve not cried before. The whole process of someone being so overcome with emotion that it eventually forces its way out in the form of thick, wet tears is completely foreign to me. I’ve seen it hundreds of times - even Dean has let a single, sad little tear trail down his cheek a time or two - but I’ve never once been able to completely comprehend it.

However as the reality of her words and the callousness of her tone sets in, a tumultuous wave of grief and sadness roars through my body and without permission or warning, the flood of tears overtakes me. I can feel Arabella’s indignant gaze on me and somewhere between the embarrassingly violent sobs that wrack my body, I think I hear her sigh. But I don’t care. Despite everything that has happened in the last year - the fallout from Dean’s deal, Castiel rescuing him from hell, the actual apocalypse - the one constant in my life, whether visible or not, has been Castiel. Even when I was rotting and forgotten in that hell-hole of a cell for who-knows-how-long, a part of me knew that Castiel was still alive; that if push came to shove, he would be there. The magnitude of his loss weighed on my shoulders like a palpable mass.

Even his last words to me “I’ll hold them off. Just help Sam.” He’d sacrificed himself so that Dean and I could stop Sam and we’d failed...I’d failed. His death was in vain and it was my fault. And what of the Winchesters? What would they do without him in their midst? From the time I’d spent as an invisible companion, always following Dean to keep him out of harm’s way...mostly...I’d known them to be reckless and somewhat irresponsible. But with Castiel? His presence had seemed to give them some measure of order; perspective.

Distantly I register the sound of Arabella clearing her throat, irritatedly. While the tears still flow freely from my eyes, the overwhelming sense of loss is slowly being overtaken by a numbness that begins to saturate every atom of my being. Finally I fall silent except for the occasional sniffs as I work to regain my composure.

“As I was saying,” Arabella smiles that same painted on smile I’ve come to determine is her trademark, “As a reward for your noble and commendable act of bravery and dedication to the assignment you have been delegated, we are prepared to reinstate your grace in full and offer you a significant promotion to Master Guardian, Defender, third class.”

“What?” My voice is a harsh rasp.

“Well, y/n, not only were you successful in preserving Michael’s vessel, you saved Lucifer’s vessel as well. And now that the seals have been broken...well,” Her smirk is disconcerting. “Things are all as they should be. Upper management will be pleased to see their plans working out more smoothly than they’d anticipated.”

I rub at the dampness under my eyes as I consider her offer. This whole thing...this whole mess...this was their fault. The only reason they’d wanted me to look after Dean in the first place was because they’d wanted to start the apocalypse.

“No.”

“I beg your pardon?” Arabella lifts a perfectly manicured eyebrow, the only visible indication of the challenge in her tone.

“Pardon me, I would respectfully decline your offer,” I pause and smile, a sudden thought sparking to life, “in exchange for another.”

“I’m sorry, this is not a negoti…”

“I mean, if you want me to clue in all of your little minions here and abroad that all these talks of ‘plans’ and ‘destiny’ have little to do with God’s wishes and are actually centered around management’s desire to shake things up a bit….” I trail off, cocking my head to one side and staring unblinkingly at her. She returns my look with a glare before narrowing her eyes at me.

“What do you want?”

“Restore Castiel…”

She snorts a laugh, an oddly ominous sound from her.

“Restore. Castiel,” I say through gritted teeth, “with his original vessel. Instead.”

“You do realize that as it stands right now, your grace is completely diminished and if you do return to Earth, you will be forced to live as a mortal?” I nod once. Arabella’s gaze feels like it’s boring daggers into my skull. “You would rather resurrect the wayward Winchester guard dog, then save your own life? That’s insane. ”

“Well, it’s been said that insanity has its advantages.”

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in anticipation of season 2...

disclaimer: spoilers abound! if you have not read the magicians trilogy as well as watched the TV adaptation, do not continue.

some things i’ve wondered or thought about regarding the magicians as a whole (which i’ve been rereading and re-watching in anticipation of the second season):

regarding the show: - still bummed about the blase way they introduced and wiped out FTB. it was too important in the books to be rushed like that. - i’m still holding out hope that there’s another time loop so that they can re-do some scenarios like they happened in the book, or veer completely different (a la how she found FTB, recasting pete as pouncy silverkitten (because hello, he totally looks like the description), showing all the years of struggling to learn and mastering spells at brakebills). - will they get to why mayakovsky is significant? i feel like they did a bit of a rush job on brakebills south, which is admittedly not the most thrilling to read at first try, but it does provide an important nudge of what can be possible (in terms of magical ability, the need for discipline). they didn’t really show mayakovsky to be such an incredible magician, just a bitter old man who is a tough professor. - in a previous brainstorm* i wondered if marina would be a sort of dupe for alternate-universe-future plum. but as i was rereading book 2 i was wondering if they got the idea of her from iris, who levels julia up at murs. not necessarily a hazing ritual or seemingly benign friendship, but it reminded me of julia’s earlier days with the bodega hedges. - is quentin’s dad still alive? will he make a reappearance in coming season(s)? - a review i read regarding the first season finale was a little disappointed that it seemed like julia and martin were teaming up as big bads at the very end, since it painted a poor portrait of what happens to rape victims. while i agree that that’s not the best trope to depict, more often than not rape victims are shown as weak from the trauma (as they rightly should be from such a horrible thing). but julia isn’t a raging murderer, no matter what the show might imply from her motives. she doesn’t want to rule a world, she just wants vengeance from trauma and her slain friends.

regarding the magicians: - i don’t know who it was that had a hissyfit in the beginning when they saw the styling of TV alice. it specifically states in the first book that alice is “a small, sullen girl with straight blonde hair” and a couple of years into school “alice had acquired a pair of uncharacteristically hip rectangular glasses over the summer”. there’s canon for you whiners. - did alice’s parents know about the truth behind charlie’s “death” and just give her a white lie to not freak her out? i also wonder if anyone told them about her becoming a niffin just like her brother… - whatever happens to richard and anais? they ditch the others after getting back to earth, and quentin runs into anais, but then they’re gone again. why bother mentioning them if there’s no resurgence of their perspectives? i think richard is slightly reincarnated through the discussion and search of religion at murs, but that’s about as far as i can reach for him. what did anais provide other than another hand for a suicide mission? in a way i’m wondering if that’s what poppy’s role became (from the second and third books), because she was never one to believe in “fantasy” magic/lands, but was involved anyway.

regarding the magician king: - while kady is not strictly a character from the books, asmodeus is, and she is described as “a fast talker with a big smile and heavy v-shaped eyebrows that gave her a naughty-schoolgirl look. she had a bit of a fairuza balk thing going on. shades of the craft.” google image search jade tailor and fairuza balk and tell me there isn’t a striking resemblance… not sure if the producers did that on purpose when casting for kady/asmo, but it was a nice thing to read and realize. - who are the other magicians at murs? julia mentions that before her, there were 9: pouncy, asmo, failstaff, gummidgy, fiberpunk, and iris, but there are still three unnamed members. were they also in FTB? in the showdown with reynard, iris is doing a three-person casting with two others, but there is no 10th person mentioned. continuity error? way to pique my curiosity with minor non-details… - there is some dire foreshadowing with the murs magicians/project ganymede - as soon as julia points out that the myths they’ve heard of with longing for apotheosis usually fail because of some greedy or prideful notion, they dismiss it as just wanting to learn more. but the day before the summoning, back on FTB, pouncy clearly states that he wants to eventually be a god, which basically leads to the prediction that it won’t end well. - i feel like julia is the survivor (and unwilling heir) of the tragedy because she knew she didn’t want divine power and just wanted to be in project ganymede to be with her friends (“she didn’t need this, and she didn’t want it. she didn’t want the goddess to come… she came to murs looking for magic, but she was also looking for a new home, and a new family, and she’d found them all, all three, and it was enough.”). i won’t ever know if that’s why, but that was a conclusion i came to.

regarding the magician’s land: - i wanted to know a bit more about the other members of the heist crew. we obviously know about quentin and get plum’s story in due time, hear a bit about stoppard’s background and come to connect the dots with betsy, but it doesn’t feel like enough. how did the crow find them? quentin and plum had letters on their bed - did that also happen to all the others, including those invited to audition? - who is the couple who stole rupert’s case? how did they come by it? - i like the consistency of asmo being the first on the offensive (like during the reynard summoning); when penny’s crew hijacked the heist crew’s attempts, asmo did offensive magic to protect their group. - i want to know how and when asmodeus found reynard. did she go through the same summoning like she did in murs? did she get assistance? did she go back to murs, and if so, what about the bodies? were they still there when julia left? i’m estimating about seven years between the events at murs and the heist (a rough estimate, as julia’s story in the second book happens during quentin’s time at brakebills in the first). - i forgot that janet specialized in cold/ice magic. it was mentioned in the first book when she’s talking about how she broke down the cottage door (and how that was record-breaking time for how fast it was). - there is a relation i never noticed between the first and third books: in the same chapter that alice is first introduced, the professor tells the tale of philosopher bertrand russell, who was questioned by someone after a lecture he gave, “who told him he was a clever young man but much mistaken in his thinking, because everyone knew that the world was flat and sat on the back of a turtle. when russell asked her what the turtle was standing on, she replied, ‘you’re very clever, young man, very clever. but it’s turtles all the way down!’” in the third book, when eliot and janet go off searching for answers after fighting the lorians, the giant turtle (after almost injuring eliot and getting frozen by janet) retorts “it’s turtles all the way down.” - later when alice describes looking at fillory from the outside, it is confirmed to be flat on top of a stack of turtles. huh. - when janet goes into her backstory (while explaining how she got her twin ice staves), it reminded me a lot of alice’s backstory before brakebills - how her parents sort of lost it when charlie died and forgot about her, and she had to find her own power and wander for a while without guidance. i think the books (and definitely the show) underplay how powerful janet is, especially considering the show’s unofficial catchphrase: “magic doesn’t come from power, it comes from pain.”

hypotheticals: - who is a bigger turd: ember or umber? - what’s worse: accidentally summoning a murderous trickster god and getting killed by him, or becoming a niffin from channeling too much power (possibly while fighting a mutant megalomaniac version of peter pan)? - could a niffin beat a god? alice was able to go back through ancient history, but she didn’t do anything aside from watching (simply because she was bored). she probably couldn’t have done anything about the past, but i wonder if she could have done in ember or umber on her own if she cared to. - in the show it’s possible to bind a niffin. they didn’t mention that in the books (because they don’t go looking for charlie in the books), but i wonder if it’s possible. probably quentin’s method of temporarily encasing alice in his cacodemon tattoo was the best possible way (considering the circumstance), but it leads me to wonder what else (mentioned in the books) could do such a thing.

*(can’t find a way to hyperlink on my phone, the link is here:

http://palindromic1.tumblr.com/post/144096601179/the-magicians-characterization-theory )

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