#SHE'S GONNA HEX HIM INTO A WALL

[yeonzzzn]

✨capturing magic: park sunghoon

a vampires bleeding series: four / seven

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 5.3k

synopsis: your witchy presence causes an uproar with sunghoon, him not enjoying the idea of you being anywhere near him. as you struggle to regain your strength and magic, the banter between you and sunghoon continue grow along with the pull of fate.

genre: strangers/enemies to lovers, vampire!sunghoon, photographer!sunghoon, witch!reader, angst, some fluff.

warnings: mentions of blood and death, swearing, y/n has long black hair and facial piercings, stubbornly cute sunghoon ♡

☾ jungwon(1) | jay(2) | jake(3) | sunghoon(4) | sunoo(5) | niki(6) | heeseung(7) ☽

“YOU BROUGHT BACK A WITCH?!” Sunghoon snapped, his jaw clenching tightly. 

“Yes!!” the dhampir snapped back, “We couldn’t leave her there to die!!” 

Sunghoon was filled with anger, blood boiling. 

“Let's all calm down…” Heeseung spoke up, placing a hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder.

Sunghoon slapped his hand away, “Hyung, that dhampir bringing this witch here will put us all in danger!!” 

“This witch is one of my best friends!” She yelled, “I wasn’t going to leave her, end of story!” 

Sunghoon scoffed, “Yeah, and if we all die it’ll be the damn dhampir’s fault.”

“Hey!” Jake yelled, getting in his best friend's face, “That damn dhampir is my mate, watch your words. She’s in our pack now.” 

The room fell silent. Sunghoon figured he would have connected with the dhampir, the tension between the two was too obvious. 

“And for the record,” Jake said, taking a step back away from Sunghoon, “I’m the one who said to bring the witch here. We need information once she wakes up.” 

Sunghoon looks away from his friend, looking at the witch lying unconscious on the couch. 

He knew Jake was right. In order to stop Dorian, they needed any information possible. 

Sunghoon releases a breath, “Fine, do what you want with the witch.” 

And with that, Sunghoon stormed off. 

—

“Easy does it,” Heeseung grabbed your hands, helping you sit up.

It’s been exactly a week since Dorian burned down your village and killed your coven. You were the only surviving member. 

Your heart ached for those you’ve lost, but you knew their souls were somewhere free from the cruelness of this world. 

Most of your burns have healed from your recovery spell, but you still ached with each movement, making it harder for you to move. On top of that, your right leg was broken. And no recovery spell could make that heal any faster. 

The vampires have shown you kindness for the most part. One in particular doesn’t care for you much. 

Once you were completely sat up, you thanked Heeseung. 

Jay knelt down beside you, looking at the bandages that covered your arms, slowly lifting them up to look at your skin. 

“We can probably remove the bandages,” He said, lifting more of the bandage up to get a better look at your skin, “The only thing is, there’s a lot of scarring.”

You nodded, “Recovery spells can only go so far.” 

Jay removed the bandages, relieving the scars. You didn’t realize how bad they actually were until you looked directly at them. 

Flashbacks to the fire came back, shaking you to the core. You dropped your head into your hands, begging for the thoughts to go away. 

“Y/N,” your best friend drops beside you, her hands set gently on your shoulders, “what’s wrong?” 

Her voice alone was enough to snap you out of it, you quickly looked up at her, giving a nod, “I am fine, the scars just…” 

She sighs, “It brought back the memories?” 

You nodded again.

A scoff happened from across the room. You immediately glared in its direction. 

Sunghoon leaned against the wall, arms crossed against his chest, his black hair falling against his eyes. 

“Got something to say, bloodsucker?” you hissed.

Sunghoon raised a brow, “You gonna put a hex on me or something, witch?” 

You gripped the blanket that covered your legs, “I just might!” 

He chuckled, pushing himself off the wall. He smiled just enough to show his sharpened fangs and cracked his knuckles. 

“Alright, that’s enough!” Jungwon snapped, looking between the two of you, “This situation isn’t ideal, but we all have one goal in common, so please for the love of everything put your differences to the side and shut the fuck up.” 

Sunghoon sighed, retracting his fangs. 

“Good boy, listen to your leader.” you gave him a wink. 

“Y/N,” Jungwon warned. 

You sighed and relaxed your body. You were powerless in your current situation. 

A pack of vampires and two humans were your only source of protection at the current moment. Your coven was destroyed. This is all you have right now. 

Sunghoon scoffed, then stormed out the door into the night. 

“Do you think you can make it up the stairs to bathe and sleep in a bed finally?” your dhampir friend asks, giving you a soft smile. 

You removed the blanket, and more burn scars trailed down your left leg, while the other was covered in a cast from your knee down. 

You pulled your shorts down, trying to hide the scars. 

“Hey,” Jay’s mate kneels beside your friend, her soft hands taking yours, “These scars are proof that you survived, don’t try to hide them.”

You wanted to protest, to shout that she doesn’t understand what it meant to survive after what you went through. 

But then you noticed the scars on her neck. It didn’t take long for you to recognize that those scars were caused by Dorian. That __ survived almost being killed by him. 

You forced a smile, “These scars don’t just show that I survived, they show what I also lost.” 

“Then you’ll carry them with you forever,” she gives you a soft smile, “It’ll be a reminder of what Dorian has done, and what will be done to get back at him.” 

She was right. You gave her a smile back with a nod. 

Jay pulled his mate up and to his chest, wrapping her in his arms, “__ always knows what to say.” 

Their bond pulled at each of them. Jungwon pulls __ to him and Jake pulls your friend to himself. Sunoo, Niki, and Heeseung had smiles watching their pack. 

You too had a smile. You could feel the bond they shared. Their vibes and how their energies matched. 

You looked at your friend and Jake. The way he held her so tightly and her head in the crease of his neck. 

Your heart danced for them. You knew how much losing her first mate did a number on her. But you truly believe Jake was meant to be hers completely. She just had to go through some bullshit shit first. 

Eventually, you had enough of the love birds, positioning yourself to stand up. 

Your recovery spell healed your broken leg enough that you were able to stand up straight and still walk…but just barely. 

Your half-blooded friend noticed your struggles, releasing herself from Jake to help you up the stairs and into the bathroom. 

The reflection you saw in the mirror haunted you, a burn scar covering your left eye and up the side of your forehead. The recovery magic healed it enough that it was a light pink. 

A sigh escaped your lips, as you turned and faced away from the mirror. 

You cleaned yourself up, washing away the couch bum life you had for the last week. 

You were so glad to finally be able to sleep in a bed. Archer was nice enough to run to the nearest supermarket to buy you extra clothes, bed sheets, and other witchy essentials to have here. 

Your new room was filled with plants and crystals and a few books that Jake was able to salvage from the fire. 

You tried to stay awake to read, but your eyes failed you. After not sleeping in a bed for over a week, it was way too comfortable. 

—

You stood in front of the mirror, pulling your long black hair behind you and into a braid. Your bangs pull out perfectly down the sides of your face. 

Your half-blooded friend brought you some jewelry to wear, which you were ecstatic about. 

Witches can’t go without jewelry, right?

You pull some rings onto your fingers, then dangle earrings into your ears. 

A perfectly black hooped nose ring suited your nose and a lace choker around your neck and a short silver bar on your eyebrow. 

You pulled a white cropped tank top over you and a black baggy pair of cargo pants and black boot, and black cast boot on your right leg to match. 

A beautiful light brown cardigan made the outfit even more perfect. 

You did a three-sixty in the mirror, finally feeling and looking like yourself. 

You stared at the scar on your eye. You traced your fingers over it, feeling the rough skin. 

Dropping your hand back at your side, you turn and walk away from the mirror. 

The kitchen was lively, and laughter from your new friends echoed up the stairs as you made your way down. 

Jay stood at the counter flipping pancakes and bacon, a bag of blood attached to his lips. 

The two humans stood behind Jay, begging him to hurry with breakfast and Jay tried his best to shoo them off. 

Jake sat with __ on the couch. She ate a bowl of cereal while Jake drank his own bag of blood. 

Sunoo, Jungwon, and Heeseung sat at the kitchen table with a map in front of them discussing the layout of the area. 

Niki also sat at the table, backpack in his lap, and sipping on a bag of blood as if it were a juice box. 

You giggled and walked over to the table, “You really are stuck in a seventeen-year-old body arentcha?” 

Niki rolled his eyes, “Unfortunately.” 

Heeseung checked his watch, “Off to school.” 

Niki groaned, throwing his head back against the wall, “This fucking sucks.” 

You softly smiled at the younger, “I’ll walk you out.” 

Niki stood up, throwing the backpack on. 

You went to the fridge, grabbing an apple and a bottle of water. The piles of blood bags filled the bottom shelf. 

Seeing the bags reminded you that one bloodsucker in particular was missing. 

“Where’s the idiot bloodsucker at?” you asked anyone who would give you an answer. 

Jake perked up, “That idiot bloodsucker has a name,” you shrugged your shoulders, and Jake sighed, “He’s outside doing his photography.” 

Your dhampir friend smiles at you, “Worried about him, Y/N?”

You narrowed your eyes, “He annoys me.” 

She smirked at you, “You look pretty.” 

You toss your braid over your shoulder, “Of course I do, part of being a witch is also being charming.” 

The vampires groan, which you expected. They might be being nice to you for the moment, but witches and vampires still don’t get along. 

You grabbed a blood bag along with your other items and closed the fridge. 

You patted Niki’s back, “Come on baby bro, let’s get you off to school.” 

—

Sunghoon sat up in a tree, camera in hand, and snapping photos of the open land. 

The morning sunrise hit the land perfectly. He changed a few filter and lens settings, finding the perfect combination. 

His mood changed once he heard the door to the house open, sensing Niki and you stepping out of the house. 

Sunghoon turned around, watching as you waved Niki off, him going into a full sprint and gone within seconds. 

You took a bite out of the apple in your hands, looking around until you made eye contact with him. 

Sunghoon glared before turning his attention back to his camera. 

“You lack a lot of manners bloodsucker, ya know that?” 

Sunghoon scoffed, looking down at you who was now underneath him. 

“Why do you care about my manners, hmm?” 

“Haven’t you heard? We have a common goal, gotta act like friends, don’t want Jungwon to snap our necks, right?” You loved teasing him. You loved how irritated you made him and how you knew exactly what to say to get under his skin. 

Deep down you really wanted to get along with all the vampires, Sunghoon was just the only one not budging. 

Sunghoon ignored you, his jaw clenched as he held the camera back up. 

You whistle at him, his eyebrow rising. 

Sunghoon was fixing to snap, “I know for a fact you didn’t just whistle at me like I am a dog.” 

“Look at me then.” You said. 

Sunghoon looked back at you, a warm smile on your face. 

You tossed the blood bag up to him, Sunghoon catching it. 

“You haven’t eaten yet, right?” 

All Sunghoon could do was stare at the bag, his tough exterior relaxing. 

“Thank you,” was all he could say. 

You smiled even brighter, taking another bite out of your apple. 

Sunghoon drank the blood as you finished off your apple and drank your water. 

“Can I see your work?” You asked, finally breaking the silence. 

Sunghoon glared at you again, “Why do you care?” 

You sigh, “Because believe it or not, we are kinda stuck with each other, soooo.” 

Sunghoon rolled his head, running a hand through his hair. 

He knew you were right. 

“You won’t put a hex on me if I come down, will ya hex girl?” 

You glared at him, “No you idiot!” 

Sunghoon smirked, “Sassy much, hex girl?” 

“Continue pushing my buttons and you’ll see, bloodsucker.” 

This small banter admittedly made Sunghoon happy. You were the first person to get under his skin and make it crawl, but returned every ounce of energy he gave out. 

Sunghoon flung himself down from the tree, waving you over. 

One by one, Sunghoon showed you all the photos he took this morning. 

“These are really beautiful, bloodsucker,” you said, patting his shoulder, “But it’s missing something.” 

Sunghoon once again glared at you, “Missing what, exactly?” 

You smile, pointing at yourself, “A model!” 

Sunghoon furrowed his brows at you, “I don’t need you in my photos hex girl, might put a curse on them.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Come on, just snap a few pictures.” 

Sunghoon wanted to protest, why should he take photos of his enemy? 

But with the way you looked right now, Sunghoon knew with the sunrise and open fields, you would be a perfect fit. 

He nodded, “Fine.” 

You smiled, skipping away from him. 

Sunghoon lifted his camera, snapping a few photos of you skipping. 

You stopped and quickly turned around, the biggest smile on your face. Sunghoon snapped that as a photo, his stomach doing flips. 

The way your lips curled as you smiled. How the sun brought out the color of your eyes. The way your hair fell and blew in the wind. 

Sunghoon stared at the photo. You were so beautiful. 

“Hey!” You snapped Sunghoon out of his trance, “Are you going to stare at the camera or tell me how to be a good model?” 

Sunghoon smiled, “Just…be you.” 

You thought about it, deciding to make a joke, “What if I do Wanda Maximoff poses? Like Scarlet Witch Style?”

Sunghoon blinked at you, “Can you actually do magic like that?” 

You glared at him, “No! I’m a witch, not a superhuman.”

Sunghoon glared back, “Well, I didn’t know what all you witches can do!” 

“Just think of us witches as hippies, just that we don’t smoke a shit ton of weed.” 

Sunghoon chuckled, his hand clenching his shirt from his laughter.

“What is so funny?” You tried to not laugh as well, but his laugh was contagious. 

“Just the way you explained witches,” Sunghoon took a deep breath, “I’ve only ever been in contact with witches who use darker magic, you’re the first who doesn’t.” 

You studied him and his smile, his natural fangs being present with his smile. 

You haven’t seen him smile at all since you met a week ago. 

You walked towards him, stopping directly in front of him. 

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes down at you, “What are you doing? Get away from me.” 

You sighed, “There’s that tough exterior.” 

You placed your hand on his cheek, he pulled away, but reached back for him, connecting your palm to his skin. 

Sunghoon’s heart was racing at your touch, his jaw locking together. 

You breathed in, “You have such a tough exterior, but are so caring and soft underneath it.” 

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “Stop using your voodoo shit on me.” 

“Sunghoon.” 

It was the first time you actually called him by his name, and oh did it do numbers on him. 

He made eye contact with you, and immediately after, you backed away from him. 

Sunghoon knew why. There was a spark of electric energy that shot through the both of you, that small string slowly getting tied, but being still loose. 

He shook his head, not letting it tighten. 

“I’m going back to the house.” Sunghoon quickly turned and walked away, leaving you. 

You touched your chest, looking down at the ground. 

“What the fuck was that.” 

—

Sunghoon spent the rest of the day locked inside his room, flipping through the photos he had taken earlier that morning, stopping at the one of you. 

His heartstrings were being pulled. The moment of the string being attached to the both of you came back into his mind. 

“I can’t mate with a damn witch, it’s impossible,” he whispered to himself. 

But the more he looked at your photo, the more his heart called to you. 

He turned the camera off, set it on the bedside table, rolled over, and fell asleep. 

He woke up at the sound of footsteps walking down the hall. 

Sunghoon stretched, a yawn escaping his lips. 

He checked the time off his phone, rolling his eyes at the time. 

Sunghoon quickly got out of bed, sliding his sneakers on before walking out of his room, seeing the door to your bedroom was open. 

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “What the hell is she doing?” 

He found you outside by the pond sitting on the ground. Glass bottles filled with herbs sat in front of you, and a small fire was lit to your right. 

“It’s three a.m.,” he yawned, “why the hell are you outside at three a.m.” 

You turned and smiled at him, “I’m doing witchy things.” 

Sunghoon scoffed, “I already figured that, hex girl. I’m asking what exactly you are doing.” 

You turned back to the herbs, slowly mixing them together and setting them into the fire. 

“Don’t you know the witching hour is three a.m.?” 

Sunghoon shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, “Yes, isn’t that when your powers are at their strongest? Just like us on a new moon.”

“Exactly,” you sang, “My powers are only stronger for an hour, plus the protection barrier I put around the house was fading due to my injuries from the fire. I need to revamp my recovery spell as well, so these scars go away.” 

Sunghoon’s heart pulled towards you even more, you were sacrificing so much to protect everyone, to protect him when he does nothing but be an ass towards you. 

You stood up, brushing the dirt off your sweatpants, “The barrier on the house has been fixed, so yay!” 

Sunghoon nodded.

“But I ran out of herbal recovery leaves, so I need more of that to remove all these burn marks.” 

You started to walk away, only for Sunghoon to grab your arm.

You raised a brow at him, noticing how serious his face looked at you, “What?”

Sunghoon walked closer to you, tracing his fingers over the massive pink scar on your face, “You’re beautiful as you are,” his fingers moved over every inch of the scar, before moving down your cheek, his palm cupping your face, “You’re so beautiful, scars and all.” 

Your heart raced. He thought you were beautiful? You thought he hated you. But you couldn’t help but feel that tug to him, and notice his energy was matching that tug. 

“What is this feeling?” You asked, “This energy that’s flowing between us? It wasn’t there before today.” 

Sunghoon reached for your hand with his free hand, his eyes meeting yours, “It’s the string of fate.” 

You looked at him confused, “String of fate?” 

“When vampires meet their mates, a string of fate ties them together,” Sunghoon took a deep breath in, “And I think we might have a string of fate tying around us.” 

“Is that another way of saying we are soulmates?” You made a grossed-out face at him, which earned you a glare. 

“Don’t look at me like that hex girl, you act like it’s a choice.” 

“Is it not?” 

Sunghoon shook his head, “Trust me if it was, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.” 

“Must be spine-chilling knowing your string of fate is probably being tied to a witch.” you teased him. 

Sunghoon half smiled, biting his lower lip, “You know for someone who was the head witch of your coven and village, you sure don’t know a lot about vampires.” 

You rolled your eyes, finally pushing his hand from your face, “I was only recently appointed as head witch, it’s not something I wanted.” 

Sunghoon squeezed your hand, “It’s like Jungwon being our leader, I don’t think he thought he was fit enough.” 

“Jungwon is doing fanatic, better than I was.” 

“I bet you were fine—“

“If I were fine,” you took a deep breath in, “Then Dorian wouldn’t have found a way to break the barrier over my village and wouldn’t have burnt down to ashes and killed my whole coven.” 

Sunghoon pulled you to him, embracing you, “I am so sorry they didn’t get to you in time. The moment Dorian would have been near Jake we would have known, we would have been there in seconds and…” 

“And what, bloodsucker?” 

“I could have saved you and your coven.” 

You looked up at him, “You hate me, hate witches, why do that?” 

Sunghoon took a deep breath, pushing your long hair behind your ear, “I would have gone to protect Jake, he’s my best friend after all, but I would have met you sooner, and could have prevented what happened.” 

You stepped away from him, tears filling your eyes and not wanting him to see it. 

“I couldn’t have stopped what happened, but I can do something now to protect you and my pack.” 

You made eye contact with him, once again feeling that string of fate, it pulled your hearts together, you could feel and see the red energy wrap around the two of you, but you could also feel Sunghoon’s heart trying to reject it. 

“We can’t be mates, you won’t allow it.” 

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “Stop using your voodoo on me.” 

you scoffed, “I’m not using voodoo! I am using my—“

“Just shut up and come over here and kiss me.” 

You stared at him, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

You chuckled, “What?” 

“Y/N,” your heart stopped at hearing how beautifully your name rolled off his tongue, “I am fighting to push out that string of fate. Anytime I’ve thought about who my mate would be, I never once pictured it would be you. Yet here you are in front of me. We are total opposites and two different types of creatures. And if you go back into that house and ignore this fate, then we will continue this back and forth. But if you come over here and kiss me, I swear I’ll be good to you.” 

God damn that string of fate and god damn this vampire. 

You rushed to him, standing on your tiptoes to reach his lips. His hands found your waist. The red energy of this fate tied you two into a knot. Bonding you as mates. 

“Goddammit, hex girl,” he whispered in between kisses.

“Goddamnit, bloodsucker,” you whispered back. 

Sunghoon sat against the tree, with you between his legs. Back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. 

You leaned your head against his chin, watching as the sun slowly peaked over the horizon. 

“How long were you the head witch?” Sunghoon asked, taking your hands in his. 

You sighed, “Only two years, I was next in line but I didn’t want it.” 

“Why didn’t you?” Sunghoon was curious. Witches were something totally different than vampires, dhampirs, and even werewolves, their way of life was completely in the opposite direction. 

“I didn’t feel as if I was ready,” you leaned more into him, “I don’t have as many years on me as some of the other warlocks and witches in the village.” 

“And what time period are you from exactly?” Sunghoon teased. 

“I saw the Salem Witch Trials happen.” 

“Gosh you’re so old!” he teased you more, planting kisses on your cheek. 

“Oh shut up!” you shoved your back into his chest, “I can NOT believe I am stuck with you until the world ends.”

“Get used to it, sweetheart.” 

You both laughed and leaned more into each other. 

“Can I take a photo of us?” Sunghoon asked, “I want to capture this moment.” 

You nodded and he pulled his phone from his pocket. 

“No camera?” you teased. 

“Phone cameras work just as well.” 

You looked into the phone's camera and gasped, “Oh my god! I can see your reflection!” 

Sunghoon dropped his arm and rolled his eyes, “Shut up with your stupid ass jokes and take a nice photo with me, hex girl.”

You decided to stop teasing him and smiled into the camera. 

Sunghoon stared down at the photo of the two of you, the happiness he felt, he could see it written all over his face. 

“You know, I’ve never captured something as beautiful as you.” 

You looked up at him, “And I’ve never thought I’d have my own personal photographer to take model photos of me.”

“God you’re so annoying.”

Hand in hand, you followed Sunghoon back to the house. 

Everyone was awake and stopped everything they were doing in shock at the sight they were seeing. 

“Who would have thought,” Jake teased.

Sunghoon tried hard to fight back his smile, “Shut up.” 

Everyone laughed and joked along. 

You were happy. 

The moment you bonded with Sunghoon, you felt the same bond with the others, including your best friend and the humans in the pack. 

It wasn’t like your coven, but the bond was still there. You belonged somewhere again. 

You looked up at your mate, his smile working numbers on your heart. God you loved him so much already. 

But Sunghoon’s smile faded, and so did the other vampire's smiles. 

The room fell silent. The humans and you are both confused, clearly not being able to hear what they are hearing. 

“Something isn’t right,” Heeseung said quietly. 

“Sunghoon?” you take your hand in his.

He squeezed your hand tightly.

Before Sunghoon could open his mouth to speak, you sensed the other presence. 

You dropped your mate's hand, and slowly back away. 

You looked at your half-blooded friend, she was already looking at you. 

“Dorian...” you whispered, “He broke the protection barrier.” 

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched, “Guys what do we do?” 

Before any more could be said, you and __ were running towards the door.” 

“No no no!!” Sunghoon and Jake both yelled, grabbing ahold of you and her. 

“Jake, fucking let go of me!!” she screamed. 

You also fought off Sunghoon’s grip on your arm, “Let go of me!” you hissed. 

“I am not letting you go out there!” He snapped.

You managed to get out of his hold and were out the door. 

“Y/N!” Sunghoon yelled, going after you. 

__ released Jake’s grip and was following behind. 

Everyone else was right behind. 

Dorian stood at the edge of the pond, two women standing at his side, and a black portal opened behind him. 

You clenched your fist and you stood in front of him at a distance. 

“Dorian!” you hissed. 

“I see you survived being burned,” he laughed, “You unfortunately didn’t get the fate as your coven did.” 

“How dare you speak of them!” You took a step forward, only to be stopped by Sunghoon getting in front of you. 

Sunghoon glared down at Dorian, his rage hitting its peak. 

Dorian laughed, “Oh this is too good! Two enemies mated? This pack continues to surprise me.” He glances over at your best friend with Jake also at her side, “Ahh, nice to see you again, __. I also see you’ve mated again.” 

“Shut up!” the dhampir snapped, “Don’t you dare bring him up!! You murderer!!” 

Dorian’s laughter grew louder the more he made eye contact with each member of the pack. 

Jungwon and Jay have death grips on their mates. Their eyes narrowed and their jaws clenched.

“I would love to stay and chat up with you guys, but I only came for two of your mates, and that is all.” Dorian looked at the women at his sides, “Ladies will you do the honors?” 

The women both smiled and disappeared. 

Sunghoon’s eyes widened, those two weren’t like normal vampires. 

“He used magic..” you whispered, “He figured out how to read the spells he stole from my coven.” 

Dorian’s laughter filled the air and it only made Sunghoon rage even more. 

With one blink of an eye, one of the women was at Sunghoon’s side, and then she was gone. She reappeared back at Dorian’s side with you in front of her, a knife pressed against your neck, the sharp edge making a cut, a small stream of blood dripping down. 

The other woman reappeared with the dhampir at Dorian’s side. 

As if on command, Sunghoon and Jake both rushed forward. 

They weren’t thinking clearly. Their brains fogged and only had their sights on their mates. 

Heeseung made it in time to grab Sunghoon, pulling him back, and Sunoo for Jake. 

“GIVE HER BACK!!” Sunghoon screamed, “FUCKING GIVE HER BACK TO ME.” 

“Sunghoon calm down,” Heeseung shouted, “He’s going to kill them both if you take one more step.” 

Sunghoon stopped fighting Heeseung, but Sunoo struggled to keep Jake at bay, until Heeseung repeated the same words again, causing Jake to fall to his knees. 

“Good,” Dorian said, “Would have been a shame to kill your mates in front of you.” 

“What do you want with our pack members!?” Jungwon snapped a low growl leaving his lips when he yelled. 

“I have some unfinished business with them,” Dorian stared down at Jungwon’s mate, causing Jungwon to press __ even closer to him, “I have some unfinished business with all of you actually, but Y/N and this dhampir are more important. They have something I need.” 

Sunghoon went to take a step, just to be stopped by hearing your whimpers as the knife was pressed harder against your neck. 

“Now then,” Dorian turned and faced the portal, “We shall be taking our leave then.”

He stepped through the portal, the women slowly following behind him. 

Sunghoon and Jake tried fighting Heeseung and Sunoo again. 

Both scream out for their mates.

Sunghoon felt powerless as he watched you disappear through the portal, quickly closing up after you stepped through. 

The last thing you saw was the tears that filled Sunghoon’s eyes. 

Once you were gone, all Sunghoon could do was fall to his knees, his fingers dug into the dirt as he stared down. 

The sounds of Jake’s cries muffled out. 

No one ever told Sunghoon how it would feel to have your mate taken from you, to feel the distance of how far they were. The loneliness of them not being at your side. 

Sunghoon couldn’t hold in his rage as he let out a yell until his voice was gone and his throat sore. 

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was Heeseung pulling him off the ground and dragging him into the house. 

—

Everyone sat in silence the next morning. 

Jake sat in the corner of the living room, knees to his chest and head on his knees, tuning out the world. 

Sunghoon stared down at the photo of you he had taken with his camera. His hands shook. 

“Dorian is going to pay.” Sunghoon said, breaking the silence, “I am going to make him pay for the things he’s done and get my mate back.”

#myiceprince #park sunghoon #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #reader x sunghoon #reader x enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fanfic #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #strangers to lovers #enemies to lovers #vampiresbleeding #yeonzzzn writing

[thatonebrazilian]

Peace

Summary: How could someone like you ever give her the peace of mind you knew she deserved?

Word count: Around 8700

Warnings: Self-loathing, a little bit of blood and violence, mentions of torture, Weapon Hex!Reader (meaning Reader has both Wanda's and Wolverine's powers).

A/N: First fic after the hiatus. It was cathartic to write this, it felt so different from my usual writing style full off dialog and action. Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

You met her during a raid. More specifically, you met her as she and the Avengers raided the Hydra base where you have been kept.

At the time you didn't really pay attention to her, even if she was the most beautiful woman you've ever laid eyes upon. Your mind was occupied with the all-consuming fear that paralyzed you, for despite the power that resided in you, you were no warrior. You were a nobody, someone who was taken simply because no one would miss you.

As luck would have it, though, you survived a mix of the most dangerous experiments Hydra has ever made. They called you Weapon Hex, but you were no weapon, you were merely a frightened girl with overwhelming powers.

You had never had much courage, and instead of changing that, your stay at Hydra only reinforced it.

But then, suddenly, your captors were lying motionless on the ground as you crouched down in a corner with your hands covering your head. One of the Avengers tried approaching you, almost as if you were a wild animal. Your reaction was merely instinctual, your magic flared up, throwing whoever got near you to the far side of the lab; your claws came out, and you accidentally stabbed yourself, yelping in pain, feeling your magic explode outwards in response to the well-known stimulus.

"Please, don't hurt me!" You begged, backing up as they tried approaching you again, dragging yourself through the floor as far away from them as you could.

"No one here's gonna hurt you, kid," said the beautiful redhead, raising her hands in a peaceful gesture.

"Nat, back away from her, she's dangerous," said a man with a bow and arrow.

"She's scared, Clint." The woman, Nat, replied.

You didn't know that woman, you didn't know those people, but looking in her eyes you felt safer than you ever did since you were taken.

"What are you doing here?" A blond man asked, taking a step closer.

You tried backing away once again, but your back met another wall. You were cornered.

The redhead reproached the blond man with a single look, making him take a step back, she looked at you then and smiled faintly.

"We're not gonna hurt you, kid, I promise. We just want to understand why you're here," the woman said, taking another step closer. You didn't try to back away this time, but you looked hesitantly at the men behind her.

She understood your hesitance, your fear, so she ordered them to clear the rest of the base, and they promptly obeyed.

"Now," she said, "can you tell me what happened?"

And that's how you found yourself telling her everything from the moment you got taken to where you were now; you told her about every single torture session, every single pinprick.

That was the first time you opened up to Natasha Romanoff.

~

You were not Avenger material; you knew that, they knew that, and yet, you stayed. Your powers were exceptional, the overwhelming magic, the super strength that could easily rival Captain America's, and the neverending healing that prevented your body from being damaged for more than a couple of seconds. If you didn't learn how to control it, you'd be exposing everyone around you to danger; that's why you stayed, were forced to stay.

They said they weren't keeping you a prisoner, that once you mastered control over your powers you'd be able to leave. In the beginning you didn't really believe it, but then, little by little, they earned your trust.

Steve started training you to control your super strength, and contrary to Hydra training, he never hurt you; quite the opposite really, he talked to you, made jokes and told you about all the times he kicked Hydra ass.

Thor tried helping you with your magic, but that didn't turn out great. Since there was no magic user on the team, hence no one to teach you practical magic, Natasha thought it best to help you master your self control and willpower in general.

Contrary to Steve's lessons, Natasha's were more strict. She didn't make jokes, she talked only when necessary, and glared at you whenever you were too out of it. You found it was a complete opposite of her normal behavior towards you.

For some reason, Natasha Romanoff, the most intimidating member of the Avengers, was soft on you. Maybe it was because you were the only other girl on the team, maybe she pitied you for your cowardice, or maybe she was a bit protective since you were the youngest. Whatever the reason, though, you were grateful for it.

~

She was troubled, you found. In the dead of the night, she'd trash on her bed, riddled by nightmares, only to wake up startled. You could feel her fears, her nightmares screamed at you from the opposite side of the hall; with your powers, you could feel her every move, hear her every labored breath, almost as if you were by her side.

That was how you found out that she didn't wake up everyday at 4am because she wanted to.

Steve, now one of your best friends, told you they'd run together at 4:45 every single morning, and you had mistakenly thought she did it out of discipline. Truth was, she only did it because she knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

That's how you found yourself in the kitchen at 4 am, with two mugs of tea ready. You didn't need as much sleep as the average person, what with your body healing itself every few seconds, so you thought, why not?

"What're you doing up at this hour, kid?" Natasha asked, walking into the kitchen.

You shrugged and offered her a mug "I don't really need much sleep, and I thought some tea would be nice".

You were no spy, no actor, but you honestly thought she would buy that little white lie. You realized how foolish that was when you saw her shoulders tense, an expression of anger taking over her face, one you saw many times before, but never directed at you. You could hear her thoughts, she thought you invaded her privacy, and betrayed her trust.

"You know about the nightmares, don't you?" She asked, taking a menacing step towards you.

Your time at the Avengers tower helped you control yourself better, but you were still the same scared, traumatized girl they took in a few months ago, and upon seeing that expression on her face, that threatening stance she took, your automatic response was to take a couple of steps back and use your arms to protect your face for the inevitable blows that would come.

But no blows came, and slowly but surely you lowered your arms, allowing yourself to see the mix of guilt and surprise written on her face.

She took a couple of hesitant steps forward, you didn't back away this time.

"I'm sorry," she said in a low voice, extending her hand slowly towards you, "I'm so sorry."

And then you were in her arms, head tucked in her neck as she embraced you delicately "I'm never gonna hurt you, kid, no matter what."

That was the first time you felt your heart beating erratically because of any emotion other than fear.

~

You were not emotionally illiterate, you knew what you were feeling most of the time, but the green, ugly feeling that arose in you every time you saw Natasha and Bruce together was somewhat new.

To be honest, you never really had anyone to be jealous of, you never fell in love, you barely had friends, and you and your family were estranged, that was the main reason Hydra took you, actually, because nobody would miss you.

So yeah, when the first person you deeply cared for in such a long time showed so much interest in somebody else, yes, you became jealous.

Weirdly enough, somehow, you managed to become friends with most of the team. You didn't know what they saw in you, you didn't know why they even spared a glance your way, and yet somehow you managed to earn a place in their hearts, which, if you were honest, only made you feel more conflicted as you watched Natasha flirt with Bruce.

They were your friends, for fucks sake, you wanted them to be happy, more than anything, but you couldn't shake the bad feeling growing in the pit of your stomach.

Each time she would laugh at his jokes, each time she would touch his arm, each time he would stare longingly at her, you would just wish them happiness in your head, but the war raging inside your heart told you that you wanted her to look at you that way. You, not him.

The fact that she was so soft with you didn't help matters. Each day at 4:00 a.m. you would have tea together, and each day she would tell you more and more about her past.

She told you about Yelena, Ohio, and the whole mission. She told you some things about the Red Room, although she became a little bit closed off whenever it came to that. It was clear as day how much her past weighed on her, the tenseness of her shoulder gave it away, along with the sleepless nights, the slight paranoia, and the trust issues.

You wished, more than anything, you were able to give her peace of mind somehow, but she was set on achieving it by trying to make up for all the red in her ledger.

Maybe someday you would get the courage to tell her that none of that was her fault, maybe someday you'd tell her that she was the best person you have ever crossed paths with, that she didn't need to make up for anything.

Maybe someday you would outgrow your fears and tell her how you felt.

But then, seeing the way she looks at Bruce and vice versa, maybe that day would never come.

~

It still amazed you the trust the team put in you, the problem was that you didn't deserve that trust.

On your first mission with them, the moment someone pointed a gun your way you froze. Steve dove in front of you just in time for the bullet to bounce against his shield. After that Clint promptly pulled you away from the action.

During your second mission, they deemed it better to leave you on the sidelines, where there would be fewer people trying to kill you. It didn't work out that well, though, for the moment someone came to you wielding a knife, you panicked and your powers flared out, throwing the enemy so hard their skull bashed open when they landed.

After that, Natasha started training you in physical combat along with your willpower and self-control training. Her focus was on you being able to duck and defend because she knew that if you learned to defend yourself, you would probably be less susceptible to freaking out mid-battle.

On the one hand, you did think it was going to help you during battles, but on the other, having her touch your body so frequently made you feel things. And Natasha didn't make things easy for you, she would come behind you and put her hands on your waist to show you the correct stance, and she would run her hands down your back or your sides each time she wanted to show you a new way to duck or dodge, and she would smile that dazzling smile of hers whenever you did something that made her proud.

"I think you're doing better," she said once, with a soft smile on her face "soon you'll be able to hold your own in the battlefield".

At that you retreated a little into yourself, wondering how such a powerful person as you could be so cowardly and selfish as to avoid fighting even when it meant you could save lives, while someone without any superhuman abilities such as Natasha could risk her own life to save others.

"I don't know, Nat" you said then, "I just don't think this will work. How will I even know what to do? I mean, I've never had the courage to follow up on my convictions, as long as danger was near, but now that I was made into this, danger's always around the corner… They say you attract what you are, and I am dangerous. I'm a danger to all of you."

At that, Natasha walked up to you. You didn't even seem to notice what she was doing, too wrapped up in your head, but then you felt her arms around you and your body instantly relaxed. What you did notice, though, was how she seemed to melt against you.

She was such a brave, strong, selfless person. All you wanted was to be able to make her see that too. You wanted her to feel relaxed most of the time, you wanted her to sleep soundly, and you wanted her mind to be at ease. But how could you, of all people, ever give her peace?

~

The upcoming missions weren't as bad as you thought they would be. Granted, you were never in the thick of it, you were never in the center field fighting with the others, but you did help from the sidelines, sneaking up on the enemy and making surprise attacks.

Your reaction to having any weapon pointed at you never got much better, though. You would freeze, tremble, and unwillingly blast magic at whoever tried to attack you. At least with Natasha's help, you learned to contain yourself, and there were never any more casualties when you entered the battlefield.

You wish you could say your reaction to seeing her and Bruce flirt got better, but it was stagnant, the green monster of jealousy never failing to show up whenever you'd see them together.

Steve seemed to catch up on that, and he took upon always offering you a way out whenever he realized you saw them flirting. Thus you began spending more time together, and whenever he tried to comfort you you felt a pain in your chest, for Steve reminded you too much of your late brother, the only person in your family that ever stood up for you.

And as you watched his face fall whenever he saw Tony and Pepper together, you realized you were not alone in your suffering.

At least you had each other.

~

You would never admit to anyone that you welcomed the distraction Ultron's bots gave you at that party. You couldn't handle the way Natasha and Bruce interacted with each other at that bar, and when the robots crashed in, you welcomed the distraction.

But then things started getting so out of control. First with the Maximoff twins, who you have heard of during your time in captivity. You had only heard their names by chance because no one in Hydra would trust you with vital information. You didn't know what their powers were, what they were capable of, or what they looked like. But then the girl used her magic to get into the other's head; she tried to do the same to you, she did, but by then you knew enough about magic to be able to block hers when it came in contact with yours.

The girl was shocked when she realized you had the same sort of magic as her, and then it dawned on her who you were.

"You're the Weapon Hex," she said to herself. You didn't say anything back, didn't have time, because by then her brother had already swooped her away.

You didn't chase after them, though, you turned as fast as you could and ran to where you'd seen Natasha, stagnant as a rock, glassy eyes haunted, staring right through you.

Your fingers touched her temple, and you could feel your magic warring against Wanda's inside her head.

Almost as if you were transported, you could see yourself in a sterile room with a younger Natasha by your side, strapped to a stretcher. She looked at you with no recognition in her eyes, and you didn't know what to do.

When you heard people getting closer to the room you saw a glint of panic in her eyes, so you did the only thing you knew how to do. You hid. And then, when the door opened, you took them by surprise. They weren't fast enough to escape the blinding red light that came at them.

With her captors out, you neared the stretcher, and as gently as you could, you unsheathed your claws and cut the straps holding her down.

This version of Natasha was so much younger than the one you were used to, her eyes were wide as you freed her, her muscles tense as she sat up.

You hesitantly reached for her hand, but she pulled away at the last second. You knelt on the floor, then, and looked into her eyes, trying to show her that in no way, shape or form you intended to assert any type of dominance over her.

"Nat, it's me, Y/N," you said, debating if you should try to reach for her hand again or not. "This is a nightmare, we were at a Hydra base when a witch attacked us. You're not in the Red Room, you're an Avenger, a freaking superhero. You saved a lot of people. You saved me."

She blinked a couple of times, and you saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes.

"Detka?" She asked, looking at your whole face almost as if she was analyzing you. You didn't know what that word meant, but you nodded anyway. You needed her to feel calmer so you could get her out of here.

Her shoulders relaxed a little and she took a deep breath, you reached for her hand again, then, and the moment your fingers touched, blinding red light emanated from them, taking you both to the real world.

You didn't expect the sudden dizziness, though, nor to feel your legs tangling with hers as you both tried to support yourselves on each other. And with a little shriek, you stumbled, landing right above her on the floor.

Natasha sat halfway up then, elbows supporting her, her eyes looking at you with what you could only describe as gratitude.

"Thank you." She practically whispered against your face, nose almost touching yours, making you realize how close you two were.

You got up fast with the excuse of helping the others. You avoided her for the rest of the day, too embarrassed to even look her in the eye.

~

Clint's farm was a charming place, and you felt a warmth in your chest when you met his family.

His wife, Laura, thought you were a sweet oddball, she took an instant liking to you. Little Lila was ecstatic to see another girl in the group. Upon seeing you for the first time, she asked Natasha if you were a superhero too, and as soon as she heard "She's the strongest superhero you'll ever meet", Lila immediately clang to you like a koala.

On the one hand, you felt a sense of belonging like you never had before, but on the other… it was not safe for any child to be around you, like it or not you were still dangerous, what if you lost control near the kids? What if your claws accidentally stabbed a pregnant Laura?

Overwhelmed by those thoughts, you took the first opportunity to slip outside when no one noticed. You didn't need to stay there at the farm, you could find a place to hide on your own.

As you were stabilizing your magic to fly, Natasha came from the house. You couldn't decipher the look on her face.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

Upon hearing her voice you felt your energy deflate, almost as if she was grounding you to her.

"It's not safe if I stay here," you said.

Natasha crossed her arms and took a couple of steps closer. "So what, you're just going to leave? Find a place to hide on your own?"

You could feel your eyes starting to burn, your shoulders sagging, "What if I hurt them, Nat? Look at me! I am too dangerous to be around children and pregnant women!"

She stopped for a second, almost as if she couldn't believe the words that left your mouth. She shook her head, then, and took a couple more steps towards you, her face showing nothing but understanding.

She hesitatingly extended her hand, almost as if she was wary of touching you.

That, right there, was another reason for you to go. After the whole Wanda fiasco, Natasha seemed hesitant to touch you. Although you two became way closer than before, it wasn't hard to notice her hesitance whenever it came to skin-to-skin contact. And maybe it was petty of you, but sometimes you found yourself wanting to draw away just to give her the physical space she seemed so keen on having.

But right there at that moment, she wanted to touch you, and you couldn't say no. Natasha slowly took your hands in hers, caressing your knuckles with her thumbs.

"You are the gentlest soul that I've ever met, you won't harm Laura or the kids." She said, looking deep into your eyes. "Do you really think Clint would have let you come anywhere near the farm if he thought you were a danger to his family?"

"But there's always the risk… As long as I'm here, there's always the risk of them getting hurt." You said, shaking your head, trying to pull your hands away from her grasp.

Natasha strengthened her hold on you, and with a slight tremble to her body, she pulled you in, embracing you.

"Please, stay, just a bit more… For me." She whispered against your ear, making your resolve crumble.

You melted against her, gripping her shirt in your fists as if she was the only thing keeping you up, tucking your face in her neck as if you wanted to hide from the world.

"For you. I'll stay for you."

~

"You know… it's been going on for a while." Steve said as the two of you sat on the porch, looking at the trail where Natasha and Bruce were walking together.

"What?" you asked, almost as if coming out of a trance.

"The two of them," Steve said, "it's been going on since before she met you."

You turn to look at him with furrowed brows "Is it? I've never realized…"

"They've been spending more time together in the last couple of months, but they don't seem as close as before." He said "Even if Natasha's been more open to physical touch. Well… she's been more open in general. I think it has something to do with you."

"Has she?" You asked "Because from where I stand, it feels like she's withdrawing from me…" you sighed and shook your head "I mean, we've been spending more time together too, but it's almost like she's afraid of touching me."

"I think she is afraid." Steve said, looking at her in the distance.

"What?" you asked, a crushing feeling settling in your chest "Do you really think she's afraid of me?"

"No, not of you. I think she's afraid you're going to leave." Steve replied.

"Why would she think that?"

"You never wanted this life, Y/N, and we always knew that." He kicked a bit of dirt, refusing to meet your gaze "We made you stay for you to learn how to control your powers… and now you have. After we deal with Ultron, nothing is stopping you from leaving us."

You hung your head, rubbing your temple with one hand as Steve gently patted the other.

"I've got nowhere to go, Steve. My family deserted me after finding out I was bi, the very few friends that I had have probably assumed I'm dead by now, I was living in a shitty apartment and working a minimum wage job. There's nothing for me to go back to." You said, then, raising your head to look at the sky "You're right. I never wanted this, and I've never asked for these powers, but that's not going to change the fact that I have them now and that I could do some good with them. But more than that, you guys became my family. I'd never leave you behind."

A huge smile lit up Steve's face, and he swung an arm over your shoulder, hugging you sideways.

"Well, don't let Tony hear that, otherwise he'll want to throw you a party," he joked "But seriously, Y/N, you're our family too. I'm glad you're staying."

You opened your mouth to reply, but the sound of Laura's voice made you stop.

"There you are!" She said with a mischievous smile on her face, drying her hands on her apron. "Steve, come with me, I need some super strength. Y/N, go get Natasha and Bruce for dinner."

"You do know I have super strength, too, right?" You asked with a lift of your brows.

"Yes, sweetie, but you're also as clumsy as they come. Now, shoo, go get those two idiots." Laura replied, making you laugh out loud.

"Yes ma'am!" You said, getting up and saluting her.

"So bossy," Steve mouthed behind her back. You had to hold back your laughter this time, lest she realize what he did.

You shook your head in amusement and turned around, looking at where Nat and Bruce stood. It could be considered a pretty romantic setting, both of them leaning against the fence, looking at the setting sun.

You really didn't want to go there, you didn't want to see how cozy they felt with each other, you didn't want to witness their mutual affections, but you also didn't want to stress a pregnant woman, so off you went.

They didn't see you approaching, you supposed they were too wrapped up on each other.

"You're the most wonderful woman I've ever met, I care about you too much to ever let you go." You heard Bruce say, your heart feeling heavy at those words.

"You know I find you just as wonderful," Natasha answered, her hand caressing his. "Yeah… Even though I'm a monster," he said barely above a whisper, eyes trained on their hands.

"Hey, there's only one monster in our team, and it's not you." She said, and you froze.

Was she talking about you? You looked at your hands then, seeing the slits from where your claws came out. You remembered the redness of your eyes whenever you were wielding magic, the way the very few serious injuries you'd had during your time with the Avengers healed almost instantly.

Of course she was talking about you, who else would she be talking about?

"That's no excuse, though," Bruce said, shaking his head.

"It's not. I already told you the main reason." Natasha said with a somewhat sad smile. "Bruce, I love-"

You cleared your throat, not wanting to hear her saying those words to him. "Sorry to interrupt," you said, then, not looking either of them in the eyes "but Laura asked me to fetch you for dinner."

Natasha raised a single brow, a smirk on her face. "Fetch us?" She teased.

You still didn't meet her eyes, though. You weren't mad at her for calling you a monster, you really weren't, because how could you be mad at her for telling the truth?

Yet, you knew it'd hurt to look at her right at that moment, so you just nodded, turned around and left.

You didn't make it far, though. Natasha caught up to you, her hand around your wrist. You hesitantly turned to face her, eyes downcast.

"Y/N, what happened?" She asked in a worried tone.

Your eyes landed where your skin was touching hers. It felt so right, but at the same time, so wrong. Natasha was a true hero, a person raised as a weapon, a woman taught naught but evil; lying, deceiving and killing were ingrained in her, and yet she fought against that nature every single day. She was a paragon of goodness.

Her integrity made you feel small and insufficient. It felt so wrong to taint that selflessness of hers with your monstrosity. It felt like you were wasting her honor.

"Detka," she said, hesitating before cupping your face with her other hand, making you look at her.

She had a worried look on her face. You bit your lip. You owed her the truth; of what you had just listened in to, of how you felt.

You didn't want to say it, no, but Natasha deserved nothing but honesty, even if said honesty did irreparable damage to your friendship with her.

You may be a monster on the outside, but there was enough humanity left in you to know that you shouldn't shy away from doing what was right just because it hurt.

"I heard you and Bruce talking…" you said, then, closing your eyes "I knew you were just being nice when you told me I wouldn't hurt Laura or the kids, when you told me I was gentle, but… If you really think I'm a monster, why ask me to stay? Why put yourself and the others in danger?"

A beat of silence. Two. Three.

You opened your eyes and looked at her, and for some reason, Natasha seemed utterly confused.

"What are you talking about?" She asked then.

"You told Bruce there was only one monster in our team." You explained, making her eyes widen a little before a look of pure determination settled on her face.

She gripped your shoulders, then, making you look deep into her eyes.

"Y/N, you are not a monster." She said, her fingers digging into your skin "I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about myself. I told you once and I'll tell you however many times you'll need to understand: You are the best person I have ever crossed paths with. You're just so good. Your heart is pure, you somehow managed to maintain a certain innocence in your soul despite everything that's happened to you. You are not a monster, you could never be one."

You furrowed your brows and gritted your teeth. Your heart did somersaults upon hearing her words, butterflies swarmed your stomach, and yet you felt terribly angry. How dare she talk about herself like that?

Natasha Romanoff was the exact opposite of a monster. She was an angel, a goddess in disguise.

"Why would you say that about yourself?" You asked through gritted teeth "I'd understand if it was about me, because even if you say I'm good, my skeleton is still made of metal, I still have claws, my eyes still turn red and yet I keep on being a fucking coward. But Natasha, despite not having any power whatsoever you still risk your life every single day for people you don't even know. You keep trying to clean up your ledger when you were forced to paint it red in the first place." You said, taking her hands in yours "You're not just any hero, you're my hero. You're the one who made me realize that I could do this, that I could be someone who helps people. You're the one who made me want to stay and become a full-fledged Avenger."

She didn't say anything for a moment, and you thought you went too far, that she'd push you away due to her own realization of your feelings, but then her eyes seemed to water and a smile lit up her face.

Coming to think about it, Steve was right, you never saw her smile as much as she did when she was you, and it made you wonder… maybe you'd never be able to give her the peace she deserves, but you were like a fire and you could keep her brittle heart warm.

"You're staying," she said more to herself than to you, as if there ever was the possibility of you leaving her.

"As long as you'll have me," you told her, then, taking advantage of the small amount of courage that ran through your veins at that moment to take a step towards her, getting rid of most of the distance that separated you and snaking your arms around her.

You were ready to open your mouth and tell her how much she meant to you, to tell her how she made your heart beat faster, how you never felt like someone cared for you like she does, but then your traitor brain recalled the one moment that'd make you pull back.

She was ready to confess her love for Bruce when you interrupted them.

And suddenly the butterflies in your stomach seemed to die, your heart started to ache and your eyes to burn. You couldn't tell her how you felt, you couldn't put that weight on her shoulders. She cared about you too much, she'd be devastated if she knew she was causing you any sort of pain. You couldn't burden her with that.

"Nat, I'm really sorry for interrupting you and Bruce earlier," you told her "and I want you to know that-"

You couldn't finish the sentence with her mouth pressed against yours. Your brain short-circuited, you didn't know what to do, except your body did. You didn't even realize you were opening your mouth to let her in, you didn't realize that your hands were pulling her hips against yours, you were too intoxicated by her to differentiate between up and down.

When her lips parted from yours, a muttered "wow" left your mouth without permission, making Natasha chuckle and bringing you back to the real world, the world where she was about to confess her love for Bruce a couple of minutes ago.

"Nat… what are you doing?" You asked in a small voice as her face got closer to yours again, too afraid to drive her away.

You felt your stomach drop when you saw her body stiffen, the smile on her face slowly dying.

"I thought… I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, I'm gonna-" She was already turning away, but you caught her wrist with both hands, too afraid to let her go even if you knew you'd never make her stay if she didn't want to.

"I liked it!" You found yourself saying in a sudden bout of courage "A lot. I've been wanting to do that for a while, but you were about to tell Bruce you love him and I don't know what-"

"What?!" She asked, almost as if you had offended her.

"When I came to get the two of you, you were about to confess your love to him… were you not?"

Natasha's eyes searched your face for a while. You didn't know what she was looking for, but whatever it was, she must've found it, because her smile came back as she took a step closer and cupped your cheeks.

"You're right, I was about to confess my love." She said and you closed your eyes for a second, but when Natasha's thumbs started caressing your cheeks, you opened them to see her looking at you with a very familiar glint in her eyes.

"I was about to confess to him how much I love you."

You opened your mouth, but no words came, you were too stunned, not having expected to hear those words.

"What?" You asked then, dumbfounded, barely above a whisper.

"Bruce and I had this unspoken thing before you came along, and the more I spent time with you the more I drew away from him." She said, and to be honest, you never realized that, because your main focus was always her. "He asked me to give us a last chance, and I tried to make it up to him by spending as much time as I could by his side… but what you were about to witness was the moment I finally told him this is not working." She took a deep breath and rested her forehead against yours. "I've been in love with you for months, it wouldn't be fair to any of us if I chose him, knowing that I love you."

You felt tears pooling in your eyes, and your heart was beating erratically, but you never felt as happy as you did at that moment.

You pulled her mouth to yours then, muttering between kisses that you loved her too.

~

After that, you felt a strange sort of confidence you've never felt before. Maybe it was because little by little you were becoming more courageous, or maybe it was because you knew Natasha would be by your side no matter what.

You didn't change overnight, no, but you didn't shy away from things as much as you did before.

Natasha made you want to be better.

There was no label to what you two had, it was all too new, too fragile. You didn't want to spoil anything. The only thing you knew was that things with her felt… common, mundane, but not in a bad sense, it's just- you could be yourself with her, and she didn't have to put up any walls with you.

Even in the midst of all the hectic dangerous day to day of an Avenger, you still felt at home with her.

~

Taking down Ultron was a piece of cake compared to having to deal with the Sokovia Accords.

Of course you sided with Steve, and you had to admit it broke your heart a little to see Natasha taking Tony's side, but you couldn't accept being controlled by anyone anymore. You wouldn't.

Tony's side had no chance against you and Wanda together. The two of you immediately became friends after meeting; Vision attributed this instant connection to your powers, both coming from the same source.

It was almost as if you could feel her, and all you felt was sadness and pain. You felt yourself wanting to be a guiding light in the poor witch's life, even if your own was pretty much miserable before the Avengers.

Natasha took it upon herself to help you make Wanda feel at home, and your love for the ex-assassin only grew. You wondered how someone who was taught only evil could be so inherently good.

It didn't take long for Wanda to become one of your best friends, second only to Natasha.

Whenever you and the witch fought together you were unstoppable and, when the time came to fight against half of your new family, it showed.

Rhodes laid half dead on the floor, Vision had a couple of sparks leaving his body as if he was overworking himself, the Spider-Man stood trapped in a magical cage, and Tony's suit got destroyed in the blink of an eye.

The sight of Natasha going against T'Challa, taking a stance on the right side, made your heart swell with both pride and affection.

Of course, things wouldn't be easy in the future, both of you went against the law, and you were officially fugitives, but in your eyes, it was worth it.

You helped Wanda escape with Vision after Steve and Bucky left, and you promptly took Natasha's hand and flew away from the United States.

It was a couple of weeks later when you found yourself in Norway with her, living the quiet life in a trailer.

~

The quiet life didn't even last a whole night.

You were nervous about sleeping in the same bed as her; the two of you were taking things slow so both of you could learn to navigate each other's trauma and, hopefully, heal together.

The night after her first confession you had decided to ask Natasha why she was drawing away from you so much. You learned of her views on physical touch, and of how she acted when her feelings became too overwhelming. She told you she drew away from you because she was scared of her feelings, as she never felt for someone as much as she felt for you.

For her, physical touch was something superficial, trivial, something she was taught to use as a weapon, as a means of manipulation, so when she found herself so enamored with you she didn't want to sully you with her touch.

It took a while to make Natasha realize that her hands were clean, not a single drop of red in them. She more than made up for all the things she was forced to do when in the Red Room. It took time, but she finally started seeing how she was more than deserving of your touch (which was ironic, for you never felt deserving of hers).

So, yeah, you were nervous about finally spending your first night sleeping in the same bed… that didn't happen, though.

First came the Taskmaster, then Budapest, Yelena, the prison break, and finally Melina. And weirdly enough, her dysfunctional family became a supporting system for you, almost as much as her.

~

You always knew what Natasha was capable of, but after seeing the Red Room first hand you finally understood why.

Somehow, someway, Dreykov and his Widows found out about you, and more than that, they found out about your relationship with Natasha. Now he didn't want just her, he wanted the two of you.

So there you were, strapped to a chair, with cuffs that somehow inhibited both your magic and your super strength. And as if that wasn't enough, the Taskmaster held a strange gun in her hands, a gun that, according to Dreykov, could bypass your healing factor.

Things seemed dire; you were incapacitated while Natasha couldn't really do anything against Dreykov, nor could she attack the Taskmaster (otherwise Dreykov's gun would be tested for real). But your Natalia was a smart one, thus when Dreykov lost the battle of wills and attacked, Nat acted as if he was actually hurting her, and finally, when he punched her face for the last time, she threw herself to the floor near the chair you were strapped to.

With hands moving almost faster than your eyes could follow, she broke you off of your chains, and in a flurry of movement, she severed her nerve by bashing her head against the chair.

With the two of you free, she flung herself at Dreykov and you used your magic to blast the gun away from the Taskmaster, sending the girl you now knew to be Antonia right through the wall.

With red eyes and unsheathed claws, you used your magic to bind Dreykov's hands and feet apart, making him float midair as Natasha approached him slowly.

"You know, you were all safe, hidden in the dark," Nat said, each menacing step she took made Dreykov's eyes widen a little bit more "but you messed up. I bet you never realized my sister took after me."

Natasha was now face to face with him, her eyes full of a hatred you had never seen before "And as if your own mess up wasn't enough, you had to go and threaten the woman I'm going to marry someday; that's when you painted a big fat target on your sorry back"

You could feel Natasha's satisfaction as she punched him in the face, again and again, and again. She procured a knife then, and buried it in Dreykov's gut with a finality that only came from fulfilling a long, overdue mission.

But then you saw a red beam of light coming straight her way, your eye identified Antonia's gun on the girl's lap, pointing at Nat.

Your body didn't freeze this time, quite the contrary, it moved almost as if on its own accord, not that you'd ever do something different. You've always heard that love was for show, but you loved Natasha Romanoff so much that you'd die for her in secret, with only her's and Antonia's gazes as witnesses to your sacrifice.

You jumped. The bean hit you.

Even if you didn't survive, it would be ok, after all, just the knowledge that Nat loved you as much as you did her was enough to have made life worth living.

~

Your burial was scheduled in a secluded place, Nat reached out to all the other Avengers, and even the ones who signed the accords declared a truce in honor of your memory.

Steve knelt beside your coffin and cried his eyes out, for you were the sister he never had. Pepper held Tony and he buried his face in her neck in a failed attempt to hide his tears. Yelena petted Natasha's back as the redhead cried hunched over your body.

Nat blamed herself for not being able to break Clint free in time for your farewell, but she couldn't stand seeing your unmoving body anymore. She'd had Melina examine you, then she called in a couple of favors and got you to the best doctors money could buy. No one was able to even tell what had happened to you. Not even Antonia, after she got out of her mind control, could tell what was that ray she blasted you with.

"Nat," said a voice she knew well, but she didn't want to deal with him, she didn't want to talk to anyone.

"I do not know who you are, but now is not a good time" Yelena said with a little bite in her voice.

"My name's Bruce," he said, "I just wanted to say my condolences… When did…" he trailed off, not knowing how to say it.

"It's been a week, give or take," Natasha managed to say, pulling away from your unmoving body.

She gritted her teeth when she saw the frown on Bruce's face, she didn't want to deal with whatever the problem was.

"I'm sorry for being crude, but her body's in perfect condition, shouldn't it be in process of decompos-"

"Are you being serious right now?" Yelena gritted out.

"She's dead, Bruce, we took her to the best doctors." Natasha spat out.

Bruce didn't say anything, he just took out a small switchblade and slashed your skin, making Natasha pull him away and Steve punch him hard enough to make him fly all the way to the lake nearby.

"Holy shit," said Tony, "look at her arm!"

There, in front of their eyes, your skin slowly, very very slowly, knitted itself back together.

"How's it possible her powers persisted if she's dead?" Steve asked.

Tony shook his head "because she's not dead!"

Natasha Romanoff never felt her heart beating as fast as at that moment. You weren't dead. She'd have you back by her side.

~

You remembered all the nights when you'd hear the sound of tossing and turning, you could practically feel her uneasiness through the walls each night. The nightmares haunted her frequently and at that time you didn't know how to make them stop.

After everything went down, Bruce and Tony managed to find out that the ray basically made your heart stop, but your powers kept your organs alive, according to them you were hibernating. They took a couple of days, but your friends got your heart beating again. Now, after breaking the others from jail and safely evading the police, you and Natasha found yourselves in Norway once again.

See, you expected your first night sharing a bed with Natasha to be somewhat hurtful. You expected to see with your own eyes the extent of her nightmares, you expected not to be able to properly sleep due to the tossing and turning. Turns out you really didn't sleep, not because of her, but because you wanted to be awake, to be able to comfort her just in case.

A part of you found it weird that she didn't show any signs of bad dreams since you imagined that sleeping beside Natasha would be a testament to how haunted she was; you imagined the mumbling, the sweat, and the expression on her face that would show you what you always knew about. Her dreams were haunted by her past.

You imagined she'd twist and turn every night, you imagined you'd use your magic to soothe her.

As the days went by and you saw no sign of her night terrors, sleep came easily to you.

One particular morning she woke up before you, the light of the morning sun filtered through the window and bathed you in sunlight. You were facing her, your eyes closed, your hair a beautiful mess. She knew then and there that she'd never be able to live without you, that if one day you really left her behind, she'd promptly follow you.

You opened your eyes slowly only to see her already awake, looking at you as if she wanted to remember every single detail.

"Hi," you said with a shy smile.

"Hi," she whispered back, beaming at you.

You crept closer to her and tucked your head in her neck, basking in her smell, her warmth. You didn't say anything more, and neither did she, and that brought a lightness in your chest that you could only hope to be replicated in hers. There you two were, relaxed, tranquil, basking in the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, when there's strong enough a bond to form a family. She was your family, and it showed in the way you looked at her, in the way you touched her, in the way you always thought of her first. It showed in the way you interacted with her family, in the way you became thick as thieves with her sister, whom you now see as your own.

But there was just one thing that always bothered you…

"Will it be enough if I can never give you peace?" You asked her then, because you couldn't give her that, and Natasha Romanoff, more than anyone in the world, deserved peace.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, but it was a rhetorical question. You furrowed your brows and pulled back a little to look at her.

"You went through so much, Natasha; more than any other person I know. You, more than anyone, deserve to just be relaxed and not have to look over your shoulder; you deserve to sleep soundlessly and not be hunted down by any nightmare; you deserve not to feel the weight of everything that was forced onto you. I can't give you that." You said then, barely above a whisper, your eyes looking deep into hers. "I can't give you peace."

"Detka," she said, caressing your face, a small smile lighting up her beautiful features, "peace is not something you're normally able to give to other people… but if there's someone that does it for me, it's you".

You couldn't have heard it right, could you? How could you, of all people, offer it to her?

"What?" You asked then, perplexed.

"You helped me with getting my family back, you made me see that I made up for everything I've done under the Red Room's name; With you, I never have to look over my shoulder, I feel relaxed enough because I know you're always going to look out for me; I never have to worry about my enemies getting ahold of you, because you defied death itself; there's also the nightmares, I haven't had a single one since I first slept by your side. And of course, the love. You make me feel loved, truly loved, I've never thought someone could love me so wholly, but you do, and I love you just as much, and our love, in and of itself, it's peace."

You felt tears in your eyes, you felt butterflies in your stomach and bubbles in your chest. "I want to give you my all. Give you my peace, give you my wild… give you a child. I want to live the rest of my life by your side, Natasha Romanoff."

She smiled as she kissed you "Shall I buy the rings, then, my love?"

Turns out you didn't need to know if it'd be enough if you could never bring her peace, because you are her peace.

Natasha Romanoff taglist: @strangegardentaco, @madamevirgo, @Lovelyy-moonlight, @agent99galanzo

#natalia alianovna romanova #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #Natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfiction #Natasha x you #natasha x reader #black widow x you #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #Taylor swift made me do it #based on a taylor swift song #peace taylor swift

[supercap2319]

Y/N looked around the room in confusion as he was disoriented. He glanced to the left and saw his fellow teammate and friend: Spiderman. Along with five other people he didn't recognize, but one of them looked vaguely like Steve, only with a buzzed head and dressed in a blue suit with the number 4 on it. "What happened?"

"That's my fault, I guess. I'm the one who brought you. Y/N, I—"

Peter was cut off by a stranger looking man or creature made up of rocks, wearing blue pants with that same number 4 symbol as the other three. He grabbed Peter by his suit, lifting him into the air. "Tell us what's goin' on, or I'm gonna squash ya flat." He raised a fist.

Y/N went and grabbed his arm. "Stop! I know Spiderman. You can trust him."

"Hey! Don't wrinkle the rocks, ya little brat." The creature of rocks sent Y/N flying back with a powerful throw, knocking the young Avenger into a wall. Y/N shook his head as he recovered before looking at the Thing or whatever it was called and blasted it with a hex bolt.

The rock creature went sailing back with an audible "oof." The guy who looked like Steve glared at Y/N. "Bad move, Kid. That's my friend you just messed with. Flame on!" The Steve look-alike erupted in flames as they licked all around his body until he was covered in flames head to toe. He flew into the air.

He flew towards Y/N as another member of their team stretched his body out to ridiculous proportions and stretched after him. "No, Johnny! Stop!" Y/N flew at Steve's doppelgänger, dodging fire attacks as he sent his own blasts at Johnny, but before either of them could strike again, Peter's webs shot out and encased Johnny in their silky threads.

"Hey!"

"Hold on, hothead." Peter said.

The stretchy man caught Johnny in his arms and safely put him on the ground. "Reed! Let me outta this!"

"Everyone calm down." A woman with dark skin and white hair said. She had x symbols on the front of her shoulders.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #peter parker #Peter Parker x male reader #tom holland #johnny storm #the human torch #the thing #the fantastic four #ben grimm #chris evans #michael chiklis #marvel's secret wars #secret wars

[moonlightspencie]

First ever request on Tumblr but Can you do one where like the reader is a hunter as well but she doesn’t make that obvious so when Dean keeps asking her questions she threatens to stab him and he says “ You’re not really gonna shank me, are you ?”

oooh a first request?!? so freaking exciting. hopefully this lives up to expectations in any way :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (kinda hehe)

Warnings: talks of death (aligning with usual supernatural stuff), this is a comedy to be honest, [“what do you have?” “a knife!!!” “no!!!!”]

send requests here!

—————

Dean walked into the near-empty bar, ducking under the tape at the door. He looked around to see one woman standing near the body, and her full attention now seemed to be on him. She looked official.

“Hey,” Dean started. “I’m, uh, Agent Plant. You are?”

“Agent Jones,” she stated curtly.

“I thought this was a closed scene? Cops outside put up a fight when I tried getting in.”

“Special privilege.”

“Anything new?” he asked, walking closer to her.

“Not so far.”

“You mind if I check around the space? See if any, uh…”

“Go for it.”

He nodded, looking at the bar first. It seemed like it was going to be a witch situation, so he started looking for hex bags. He was near the end when he turned back to her as she examined the body.

“Has anything strange been found? Any weird coins or…?” he trailed, watching her face.

She narrowed her eyes. “No.”

“No small bags or anything hidden around the room?”

She stared at him for a moment from where she was crouched.

“What would be in these bags if they were found?”

“Uh, you know… There’s been some scenes that could be connected. They had small animal bones, some other weird—”

“Alright,” she mumbled, standing abruptly. She pushed him into the wall, a hand on the handle of her knife, “How the hell do you know any of this?”

“I- I don’t…” he started with wide eyes.

She pulled the blade. “You a witch?”

“No! No, I’m not a—” he stumbled over words as his eyes widened further upon seeing the knife. “Uh, you’re not really gonna shank me, are you?”

“How do you know so much about what’s happening here?”

“I’m trying to help,” he said, raising his hands in surrender.

“Help how?”

“I’m a hunter!”

She paused. “What’s your name?”

“Winchester. Dean Winchester.”

Realization dawned on her face as she withdrew her knife. She watched him closely, not moving. As she opened her mouth to speak, an even taller man walked into the room.

“Is everything good here?” he asked, looking between the other two.

“I assume you’re Sam,” she said quietly.

“Yeah.”

She nodded. “Well, damn.”

Dean smirked as she lowered her arm from where it rested against his throat.

“If you wanted me against the wall, you really could’ve just asked, sweetheart.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I won’t hesitate to stab you next time you say something like that.”

She looked between them, annoyance still thrumming in her veins. She huffed a sigh as she sheathed her blade again.

“It is a witch. I just don’t know how they killed this particular person,” she said. “You’re welcome to help me, but keep in mind this was my case first. I’ll be outside.”

They watched as she left, mumbling under her breath about the “freaking Winchesters” showing up to her case. The boys looked at each other as she walked out the door.

“That was kinda hot,” Dean said finally, letting out half a laugh.

First Sam laughed. Then, upon realizing they were on a literal witch-hunt, he serioused.

—————

dean winchester taglist:

@deanwithscissors @hyunjaebaby @simp4olderm3n

#dean winchester drabble #dean winchester request #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Heaven And Hell

Masterlist

"You want Anna? Why?" Sam asked the angels. "Out of the way." Uriel said as he starts to stomp towards Anna but Dean and I step in front of her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her." Dean said. "Don't worry. I'll kill her gently." Uriel said, with no emotion.

"You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?" I said to them, angrily. "As a matter of fact, we are. And?" Castiel asked. "And? Anna's an innocent girl." Sam exclaims. "She is far from innocent." Castiel said and I furrow my brow. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked him. "It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing. Now give us the girl." Uriel orders. "Sorry. Get yourself another one. Try JDate." Dean snapped.

"Who's gonna stop us? You three? Or this demon whore?" Uriel asked then he throws Ruby against a wall. Dean then attacks him.

"Cas, stop...please." I plead then he touches my forehead and my vision goes to black.

*3rd Person POV*

Castiel then touches Sam's forehead and he falls to the ground next to (y/n) while Uriel punches Dean. "I've been waiting for this." Uriel growls but then, suddenly, a bright light engulfs Castiel and Uriel and they disappear.

"What the..." Dean mutters, confused, then he goes to help Ruby to her feet. "Come on." Dean said and Ruby kneels by Sam and Dean kneels next to (y/n), both of them start to stir. "You okay?" Dean asked as (y/n) wakes up. "Yeah..." (y/n) groans then she noticed the angels weren't there. 

"What happened?" She asked. "I don't know." Dean said and he heads into a back room and finds Anna with her hands and arms covered in her own blood. "Anna. Anna!" he shouts as he runs over to her and noticed that she had used her blood to draw sigils on a mirror.

"Are they -- are they gone?" she asked him. "Did you kill them?" Dean asked her. "No. I sent them away...far away." she replied. "You want to tell me how?" Dean asked her. "That just popped in my head. I don't know how I did it. I just did it." She replied, shrugging.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"So, what do you guys think?" Dean asked us after we helped Anna patch up. "I think Anna's getting more interesting by the second." Sam said, intrigued. "Yeah, I agree." Dean said as I place thumb under my chin and my pointer finger over my lips, the thinking position as we call it.

"What did they mean by she's not innocent?" I asked them. "It seems like they want her bad, and not just 'cause of the angel radio thing. I mean, that blood spell -- Some serious crap, guys." Sam said. "Something's going on with her. See what you two can find out." Dean said and I turn to him.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked him. "Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield, but, sooner or later, they're gonna be back. We got to get ourselves safe now." he replied. 

*3rd Person POV*

Anna was sitting in a chair in Bobby's panic room and Dean looks around it. "Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can't even touch the joint." he said as Ruby waits outside the open door. "Which I find racist, by the way." she said. "Write your congressman." Dean quips then Ruby pulls a familiar small bag out of her pocket.

"Here." she said as she tosses it to him and Dean catches it. "Hex bags?" he asked as he looks at the item. "Extra-crunchy. They'll hide us from angels, demons, all comers." Ruby said. "Thanks, Ruby." Dean said then he turns to Anna. "Don't lose this." he said as he hands the hex bag to her.

"So, Anna, what's playing on angel radio? Anything useful?" he asked and Anna sits there as she tries to listen. "It's quiet. Dead silence." she replied. "Good. That's not troubling at all." Dean said, sarcastically. "We're in trouble, huh? You guys are scared?" Anna asked him. "Nah." Dean said, shaking his head.

"Hey, Dean!" Sam's voice calls out. "Just stay here, okay?" Dean tells Anna then he turns to Ruby. "Keep an eye on her." he said and he walks out of the room and up the stairs.

"How's the car?" he asked Sam and (y/n). "We got her. She's fine." Sam said and (y/n) looks around the room. "Where's Bobby?" she asked. "Uh, The Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it." Dean said.

"He's working a job?" Sam asked, surprised. "God, I hope so. Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap." Dean said and (y/n) closes her eyes in disgust. "Now that's seared in my brain." she grumbles.

"All right, what did you guys find on Anna?" Dean asked them. "Uh, not much. Her parents were, uh, Rich and Amy Milton -- a church deacon and a housewife." Sam explains. "Riveting." Dean remarks, sarcastically. "But there is something here in the report. Turns out this latest psych episode wasn't her first." (y/n) said and Dean raises an eyebrow.

"No?" he asked. "When she was 2 1/2, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy." (y/n) continues. "Who was? The plumber, hmm? A little snaking the pipes?" Dean asked, a grin on his face, which made Sam and (y/n) sigh with exasperation. "Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again." Sam said.

"Look, Anna didn't say. She just kept repeating that this real father of hers was mad. Very mad -- like wanted-to-kill-her mad." (y/n) said, changing the subject. "Kind of heavy for a 2-year-old." Dean said. "Well, she saw a kid's shrink, got better, and grew up normal." Sam added. "Until now. So, what's she hiding?" Dean asked.

"Why don't you just ask me to my face?" Anna's voice asked and they turn to see her and Ruby standing at the doorway. "Nice job watching her." Dean said to Ruby. "I'm watching her." Ruby said as she gestures at Anna.

"No, you're right, Anna. Is there anything you want to tell us?" Sam asked Anna. "About what?" She asked. "The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?" (y/n) asked her. "You tell me. Tell me why my life has been leveled...Why my parents are dead. I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know." Anna said, desperately.

"Okay. Then let's find out." Sam said. "How?" Anna asked and the trio share a look.

"We're here!" Dean calls out as he leads Pamela into the panic room. "Pamela, hey!" Sam said. "Sam?" she said. "It's me. It's Sam." Sam said as she reaches out to him. "SAM?" she calls out as she starts to touch him. "Yeah." Sam said, uncomfortable.

"Sam, is that you?" She asked again. "I'm right here." Sam said as she touches his face and Dean and (y/n) try to hold their laugh in. "Oh. Know how I can tell?" Pamela asked then she grabs Sam's ass. "That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing." Pamela said and (y/n) had to bite her knuckles to keep herself from laughing too hard..

"Of course I know it's you, grumpy. Same way I know that's (y/n), a demon, and that poor girl's Anna..." Pamela said as she points at the girls as she lost them off. "...and that you've been eyeing my rack." she accused and Sam is taken aback by this. "Uh...uh...uh..." he stammers and Pamela smiles.

"Don't sweat it, kiddo. I still got more senses than most." She said. "Got it." Sam said and Pamela goes over to Anna. "You always knew how to get the ladies attention, Sam." (Y/n) mutters, teasingly, to him. "Shut up." Sam mutters back and (y/n) stifles a laugh while Dean also tries not to laugh. 

"Hey, Anna. How are you? I'm Pamela." Pamela introduced. "Hi." Anna said as they shake hands. "Dean told me what's been going on. I'm excited to help." said Pamela. "Oh. That's nice of you." Anna said. "Oh, well, not really. Any chance I can dick over an angel, I'm taking it." Pamela said. "Why?" Anna asked.

"They stole something from me." Pamela said and she takes off her sunglasses, revealing white eyes. Anna seemed horrified by this. "Demon-y, I know. But they're just plastic. Good for business. Makes me look extra-psychic, don't you think?" Pamela asked then she laughs. "Now...how about you tell me what your deal is? Hmm? Don't you worry." she said as she places her sunglasses back on.

"Nice and relaxed." Pamela said as Anna is laying down on the bed. Sam, Dean, Ruby and (y/n) all stand off to the side. "Now, I'm going to count down from five to zero. When we're at zero, you'll be in a deep state of hypnosis. As I count down, just go deeper and deeper, okay? 5...4...3...2...1. Deep sleep. Deep sleep. Every muscle calm and relaxed." Pamela said as Anna closes her eyes.

"Can you hear me?" Pamela asked her. "I can hear you." Anna said in a trance-like voice. "Now, Anna, tell me...How can you hear the angels? How did you work that spell?" Pamela asked her. "I don't know. I just did." Anna replied.

"Your father...What's his name?" Pamela asked. "Rich Milton." Anna said. "All right. But I want you to look further back...When you were very young...Just a couple of years old." Pamela said. "I don't want to." Anna said, shaking. "It'll be okay. Anna, just one look -- that's all we need." Pamela assures her. "No." Anna said, upset.

"What's your dad's name? Your real dad. Why is he angry at you?" Pamela asked her and Anna starts to shake and writhe in the bed. "No. No! No. No!" Anna screams

"Calm down." Pamela said, calmly. "He's gonna kill me!" Anna shouts. "Anna, you're safe." Pamela said and Anna sits up and screams. "No!" which made the lights explode and glass shatter. "Calm down." Pamela said, still in a calm voice while Anna continues to scream.

"He's gonna kill me!" She shouts. "It's all right, Anna." Pamela said. "Anna?" Dean asked as he walks towards Anna. "Dean, don't." Pamela warns but then Anna throws Dean across the room. "Dean!" (Y/n) said, fearfully, and she runs over to him.

"Wake in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5." Pamela said and Anna stops screaming and lays back down on the bed. "Anna..." Pamela said as Anna opens her eyes. "Anna? You all right?" Pamela asked her as Anna gets up off of the bed and walks over to her and places a hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you, Pamela. That helps a lot. I remember now." she said to her, appreciatively. "Remember what?" Sam asked her as (y/n) helps Dean up. "Who I am." Anna said as if it was obvious. "I'll bite. Who are you?" Dean asked her. "I'm an angel." she replied and everyone gives her a shocked and horrified look.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not like the others." Anna said. "I don't find that very reassuring." Ruby growls. "Neither do I." Pamela said and Anna looks between them.

"So...Castiel, Uriel -- they're the ones that came for me?" she asked. "You know them?" (y/n) asked her. "We were kind of in the same foxhole." she replied. "So, what, were they like your bosses or something?" asked Dean. "Try the other way around." Anna said and Dean gives a sarcastic look.

"Look at you." He said. "But now they want to kill you?" (y/n) asked Anna. "Orders are orders. I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head." she said. "Why?" asked Pamela. "I disobeyed...which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell." she explained.

"Meaning?" Dean asked. "She fell to earth, became human." Pamela said and they look at her, confused. "Wait a minute. I don't understand. So, angels can just become human?" Sam asked and Anna shrugs. "It kind of hurts. Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace." she said. "Come again?" (y/n) asked, confused.

"My grace. It's...energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle. She had no idea how right she was." Anna explained. "So, you just forgot that you were God's little Power Ranger?" Dean asked. "The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah." said Anna, nodding.

"I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are." Ruby said. "Ruby's right. Heaven wants me dead." Anna said. "And Hell just wants her. A flesh-and-blood angel that you can question, torture, that bleeds. Sister, you're the Stanley Cup. And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell, they're gonna find you." Ruby said to her. "I know. And that's why I'm gonna get it back." Anna replied.

"What?" Sam asked her. "My grace." she replied. "You can do that?" (y/n) asked, curiously. "If I can find it." Anna said. "So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?" Dean asked and Anna nods. "Something like that." She said.

"All right. I like this plan." Dean said with sarcasm. "So, where's this grace of yours?" (Y/n) asked Anna. "Lost track. I was falling about 10,000 miles per hour at the time." she said, shrugging. "Wait. You mean falling, like, literally?" asked Sam. "Yes." Anna said. "Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet, maybe, or a meteor?" Sam asked and Anna gives him a curious look. "Why do you ask?" she asked.

Minutes later, Sam and Ruby went to go do some research while (y/n) took Pamela home and Dean stood guard for Anna. Anna was standing out in the junkyard as Dean started walking back towards her, his cellphone up on his ear.

"Okay, thanks, (y/n). I'll see you when you get here." Dean said then he hangs up. "Pamela get home okay?" Anna asked him. "Yeah. She told (y/n) she was sorry. It's just after last time, she, uh...This is just a little too rich for her blood." Dean and Anna nods. "I don't blame her. You guys should do the same." she said. "Well, we're not that smart." Dean said and Anna scoffs out a chuckle.

They stand there in silence for a few minutes before Dean speaks up. "Can I ask you something? What do they want me for? Why did they save me?" He asked her. "I'm sorry. The angels aren't talking about it. And it was after I fell." she said. "That's another question. Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?" he asked.  You don't mean that." Anna said.

"I don't? A bunch of -- of miserable bastards...Eating, crapping, confused, afraid." Dean lists off. "I don't know. There's loyalty...forgiveness...love." Anna counters. "Pain." said Dean.

"Chocolate cake." She said, smiling.

"Guilt." He adds.

"Sex." Anna quips as she looks over at Dean, who thinks for a moment then nods. "Yeah, you got me there." he said, smirking a bit. "I mean it. Every emotion, Dean, even the bad ones...It's why I fell. It's why...why I'd give anything not to have to go back. Anything." she said. "Feelings are overrated, if you ask me." Dean said. "Beats being an angel." Anna said.

"How's that possible? You guys are powerful and perfect. You don't doubt yourselves or God or anything." Dean points out and Anna scoffs. "Perfect...Like a marble statue. Cold...no choice...only obedience." she then she shakes her head.

"Dean, do you know how many angels have actually seen God? Seen his face?" she asked him. "All of you?" he asked and she shakes her head. "Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them." she replied. "That's it? Well, then how do you even know that there is a God?" Dean asked her. "We have to take it on faith...Which we're killed if we don't have." Anna said and Dean hums at this.

"I was stationed on earth 2,000 years. Just...watching...silent...invisible...out on the road...sick for home...waiting on orders from an unknowable father I can't begin to understand. So don't tell me that --" Anna ranted and Dean starts to laugh. "What is so funny? What?" she asked him and he faces her. "Nothing. Sorry. It's just...I can relate." he said and the two share a smile.

What the two of them don't realize is that (y/n) had made it back from dropping Pamela home. She had walked into the junkyard but stopped once she sees Dean and Anna talk. They weren't doing anything, just talking, yet (y/n) felt this hot burning feeling licking her insides like they were on fire.

He seemed to just be casually talking to Anna, way better than he's been talking to her or Sam. Why does he talk to her so freely but won't with me? she thought, angrily. Maybe because she's a literal perfect angel and you're just some human with a bit of demon's blood in you, who also happened to be the reason he went down to Hell. a voice said in her head and the anger, quickly, turned into sadness and guilt.

She always held this thought and guilt ever since Dean came back from Hell but she put it in the back of her mind. She really didn't want to think that way. But the more he kept distance from her, the more the thought came to her and the more she started to feel guilty. But she always put on a brave face to not appear weak.

Now who's keeping secrets? The voice asked her, with harsh sarcasam. 

She sighs to herself, shakes her head and marches on towards Dean and Anna. "Hey, what's going on?" She asked and Dean jumps, slightly, as he and Anna turn to face her. "Hey, you got here quick." Dean said. "Well, I learned from you on how to drive like a bat outta hell." (Y/n) jokes, putting on a fake smile.

"So...what's up with you two?" She asked, curiously, and Dean seemed a bit nervous. "Just talking." He said, plainly. "Oh? What about?" (Y/n) asked. "Being human." Anna replied. "Sounds interesting." (Y/n) said, a bit suspicious, as she eyes Dean, who looked like a kid that got caught digging into the cookie jar.

But at that moment, Sam comes out. "Hey." he calls out and all three of them turn to him. "Did you find something?" Dean asked, relieved to have a change of subject. "I think so." Sam said and they all head inside the house.

"Union, Kentucky. Found some accounts of a local miracle." Sam said as he points at some newspaper. "Yeah?" (y/n) asked. "Yeah. In '85, there was an empty field outside of town. Six months later, there was a full-grown oak. They say it looks a century old at least." Sam said then Dean turns to Anna.

"Anna, what do you think?" he asked her. "The grace. Where it hit, it could have done something like that, easy." she said. "So grace ground zero -- it's not destruction. It's..." Dean said then Anna finished his sentence. "Pure creation."

That night, Dean was driving and Sam was in the passenger seat. Ruby, (y/n) and Anna were sitting together in the backseat and Dean looks in the rear-view mirror and laughs. "What?" Ruby asked, annoyed. "Nothing. It's just an angel and a demon riding in the backseat. It's like the setup to a bad joke or..." Dean started to say but (y/n) shakes her head. "Dean, don't you dare say it!" She warns but he gives a bit of a mischievous grin.

"...or a Penthouse Forum letter." he said and (y/n) groans while Sam gives a disapproving look. "Dude...Reality...Porn." Sam said. "You call this reality?" Dean asked. "All I'm saying is I'm taking away your porn viewing privileges." (Y/n) said and Dean looks up at the rear-view mirror at her.

"You wouldn't do that." He said and (y/n) leans forward in her seat. "Try me." She said with a look that said I dare you.

Later, the group walk into a field where they see a large tree. "It's beautiful." Dean remarks and Anna's eyes widen. "It's where the grace touched down. I can feel it." she said and they walk up to the tree.

"You ready to do this?" Dean asked her. "Not really." she said and she goes up to the tree. "Anna, what are we even looking for?" Sam asked her as Anna puts a hand on the tree trunk. "It doesn't matter. It's not here. Not anymore. Someone took it." she said, dejectedly.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"We still got the hex bags. I say we head back to the panic room." Dean said. "What, forever?" Ruby asked. "I'm just thinking out loud!" Dean shouts. "Oh, you call that thinking?" Ruby said. "Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Stop it." Sam and I shout as we get in between them. "Anna's grace is gone. You understand? She can't angel up. She can't protect us. We can't fight Heaven and Hell. One side maybe, but not both. Not at once." Ruby shouts.

"Look, there is a safe house of mine not far from here, we could head over there now." I suggested to them.

"Um...guys? The angels are talking again." Anna interrupts and we turn to her. "What are they saying?" Sam asked her as she closes her eyes. "It's weird...Like a recording...a loop. It says, Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight, or..." she said then stops. "Or what?" Dean asked and she opens her eyes and looks over at him. "...or we hurl him back to damnation." She finished and my eyes widen in fear.

"They...they can't do that!" I shouted, angrily, and Sam turns to Anna. "Anna..Do you know of any weapon that works on an angel?" he asked her. "To what? To kill them?" Anna asked and Sam nods. "Nothing we could get to...Not right now." she replied.

"Okay, wait, wait. I say we call Bobby. We get him back from hedonism." Dean said and Sam turns to him as I pace the room. "Dean, what's he gonna tell us that we don't already know?" He asked Dean. "I don't know, but we got to think of something!" Dean shouts and I stop in my tracks as a light bulb goes off in my head. "I think I have an idea." I said and they all turn to me.

"You sure this plan's gonna work?" Dean asked me as we head up the stairs in the safe house. Ruby and Sam were in the dining area, reading some books, and Anna was wandering outside.

"It's the best with what we can do. Given the circumstances." I said as I take a few steps ahead. "But what if it fails?" He asked me and I stop, for some reason this hit a nerve with me, and I turn to him. "Why are you doubting me? If Anna was the one who came up with it, you'd be all over it." I sneered and he furrows his brow at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked me and I scoff. "Oh, c'mon, Dean...ever since Anna came along and you found out she was an angel, you've been all over her." I accused. "No, I haven't." He said, defensively. "Oh, really? You seemed pretty chummy with each other back at Bobby's." I yelled and he gives me frown. "I'm sorry, Dean, it's just...I find it odd that you won't talk to me, your girlfriend, but yet you'll talk to a random angel who you just met." I said and he gives

"It isn't what you think, (y/n). You know I would never hurt you." He said. "Oh really?" I asked, sarcastically, as I fold my arms across my chest. "Then what is it, Dean? Cause here's what I'm gathering. Ever since you came back, you've slowly been pulling away from me to the point where you won't talk to me unless it's about a job. And now we get involved with the job of a fallen angel and you've been getting close to her the more time you spend with her." I said and he looks at me for a moment then lowers his gaze.

Him being silent was alarming to me. "You're not even gonna deny it?" I asked, my voice shaking with tears. He stays silent then looks up at me. "(Y/n), I..." he stops and I sigh at this. "Whatever Dean." I grumbled then I head upstairs, walk into a bedroom and slam the door shut behind me.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean was studying a book over the Impala, thinking over the argument he and (y/n), when Anna comes up to him. "Hey. Holding up okay?" he asked her and she sighs. "Trying." she said. "Yeah." Dean mutters. "A little scared, I guess." she replied and Dean goes back to reading the book but still had his mind over the argument.

"So, um...Dean...I just wanted to thank you." Anna said, interrupting his thoughts. "For what?" he asked as he turns to her. "Everything. You guys -- you didn't have to help me --" she said and Dean shakes his head. "Hey, let's can the thanks for trying speech, you know? Participation trophies suck ass." he grumbles.

"I don't know. Maybe I don't deserve to be saved." Anna said as she takes a step closer to him. "Don't talk like that." Dean said. "I disobeyed. Lucifer disobeyed. It's our murder one, and I knew it. Maybe I got to pay." she remarked. "Yeah, well, we've all done things we got to pay for." Dean said and Anna looks him over.

"I got to tell you something. You're not gonna like it." she said. "Okay. what?" he asked. "About a week ago, I heard the angels talking...About you...What you did in Hell. Dean, I know. It wasn't your fault. You should forgive yourself." she tells him and he frowns and turns his head away. "Anna, I don't w-want to, uh...I don't want to...can't talk about that." He stammers. "I know. But when you can, you have people that want to help. You are not alone. That's all I'm trying to say." she said as she takes another step closer.

Then she kisses Dean, who freezes at this. Immediately, this kiss with Anna felt wrong. It was like the world didn't make sense anymore, if felt hollow. Course Anna was very attractive but this didn't feel right. The only girl Dean had kissed that felt right was....

Dean grabs Anna's shoulder and pulls her away from him. "Anna, stop." He said and she furrows her brow. "What?" She asked, confused. "I just...I just can't." He said. "Can't? What do you mean?" Anna asked him. "I can't..do this..to her." Dean said, his voice shaking a bit. "Her?" Anna said. "(Y/n)..." Dean replied and Anna's eyes widen with understanding.

"Oh...oh, I'm so sorry...I didn't realize..." Anna stammers but Dean shakes his head as he removes his hands off of her shoulders. "No, no...it's uh...it's my fault." Dean said and he lets out a humorless laugh. "Seems like I'm always screwing things up and hurting the people I love." He said and Anna gives him a sympathetic look.

"I've been nothing but a terrible boyfriend to her lately and now she's pissed at me and I don't know how to fix it." Dean said, sadly, as he lowers his head. Anna places a hand on his shoulder, which makes him raise it up to look at her. "Go to her, Dean. Go to her and tell her how you feel." She said and Dean stares at her for a moment as a small understanding smile appears on her face then he heads towards the safehouse.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I was sitting on the bed, reading a book as I had the radio on, playing some classic rock music. God, I feel like a damn teenage girl. I thought to myself, angrily. I toss the book down on the bedside table, roughly, then sighed as I place my hands over my face when a new song came on, which starts off with a piano playing. I scoff as I recognize the song playing.

Highway run

Into the midnight sun

Wheels go round and round

You're on my mind

Restless hearts

Sleep alone tonight

Sendin' all my love

Along the wire

Figures this song would play as my boyfriend is probably screwing the angel. I thought until I heard a knock at my door. I turn my head towards the door, confused, when another knock sounds out. I stay quiet. "(Y/n), I know you're in there." Dean's voice said and I scowl. "Go away, Dean." I said, roughly. 

"Will you let me in, please? I just need to talk to you." He said and I sigh as I get up and head to the door and open it, revealing Dean standing there. "What?" I asked him, annoyed. "Can I come in?" He asked and I open the door wider for him and he walks in and I shut the door.

"What do you want, Dean?" I asked him, crossing my arms, while the song continued.

They say that the road ain't no place to start a family

Right down the line, it's been you and me

And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be

Oh, girl, you stand by me

I'm forever yours

Faithfully

"I wanted to say that I am so sorry for the way I've been treating you. I know it's not right but it's just...I’ve done terrible things that I know will scare you. Change how you think of me. Might even make you want to leave and I can’t handle that. The only thing keeping me together is you. And if you leave I…I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” he said and I felt my anger wash away.

"Dean..." I said, softly, as I uncross my arms. "I love you, (y/n). So damn much. And I thought keeping my distance from you was helping, cause I want you to be happy. But now I realize that it was hurting you and I can't handle that." He said as he shakes, slightly, and I could see tears building up in his eyes. That told me he was being serious.

I walk closer to him and take his hands in mine as I stare into his eyes. "I love you, Dean. No matter what. I just got worried you didn't want me around anymore because...I'm a reminder for why you went to Hell. And I feel guilty about it. I know I'll never know or understand what happened while you were down in the pit but it won't change how I feel about you or how I feel about myself cause I'm always gonna feel bad that you went because of me." I said.

And being apart ain't easy on this love affair

Two strangers learn to fall in love again

I get the joy of rediscovering you

Oh, girl, you stand by me

I'm forever yours

Faithfully

Dean let's out a humorless laugh. "I guess we're both screw-ups, then." He said and I chuckle. "Weren't we always screw-ups?" I asked and we share a laugh then we share a look to each other and I could feel this tension between us. "I'm sorry." He said as he walks up to me. I stare into his eyes and a small smile appears on my lips. "Don't be." I whispered and I lean up and pressed my lips against his.

He kisses me back as I slide my hands up his chest then grab the collar of his jacket. He wraps his left arm around my waist and his right hand was cradling the back of my head, his fingers buried into my hair.

We make-out for a few moments before Dean pulls back a bit. "Hold on." He whispers to me and I feel my heart rate go up as I wrap my arms around his shoulder and my legs around his waist. Then he hoisted me up, grabbing the back of my thighs and pushed me up against the door as he continued to kiss me.

Seconds later, he moves his lips down to my jawline then down to my neck, I close my eyes and let out a small moan. I lower my left hand and reach behind me to get to the doorknob and lock it as Dean goes back to kissing me on the lips.

Next thing I know, we had removed our clothes off of each other and I was laying down on the bed as Dean was on top of me. And then our bodies became one. We gasped and moaned into each other's mouth and then Dean started to move his hips into mine and let my mouth fall open at the feeling.

Eventually, I get on top of him and run my hands over his chest then my hand goes over to his left shoulder, where Castiel’s handprint still resides but not as prominent. I place my right hand over the handprint then moved my head to look at Dean. We stare at each other, Dean’s eyes full of love, until he leans up, places his right hand to the back of my neck and captures my lips in his.

I kiss him back then he wraps his arms around my waist and rolls me on my back, making him on top of me again. Then he picks up his pace, places his lips over mine again and swallows my moans while my left hand grasps at the bedsheets under me.

Sometime later, both of us were laying on the bed, staring up at the roof, calming down from our love session. I was curled up to Dean's chest, tracing shapes on his chest, while he ran his left hand up and down my arms. We lay there in comfortable silence then a memory came into my head.

"Well, maybe it is time to right some wrongs." he said. "Come again?" I asked, confused. "Like you said, I came back from the furnace and I did it without any of my old scars, right?" he said then he starts listing off on his fingers. "You know, bullet wounds, knife cuts..." he said as he holds up his hand, spreading his fingers and wiggling them. "None of the off-Angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom, Which leads me to conclude, Sadly...That my virginity is intact." He said and I snort out a laugh.

"Are you serious?" I asked him, incredulous. "I have been re-Hymenated." Dean said, proudly, before he drinks. "Re-- Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, But no one could do that." I tell him. "Sweetheart, I have been re-Hymenated. And the dude will not abide." He said and I roll my eyes.

I start to chuckle to myself at the memory. "What's so funny?" Dean asked and I looked up at him. "You remember how you said you have been re-Hymenated..." I said and he thinks for a moment then a realization look came over his face and I smile. "Looks like, I took your virginity." I laugh and Dean chuckles at this. 

"Well, couldn't have lost it to a better partner." He said, in a joking manner, and I laugh and shake my head as he leans into me and kisses me. We kiss for a few moments and then got ready for round two.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean was standing inside an empty cabin and looked around, confused. He didn't know how he ended up here, the last thing he remembered was laying in bed with (y/n) after going a few rounds. "Look at that. It's so cute when monkeys wear clothes." a voice said behind him. He turns and see Uriel standing behind him. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Dean asked. "It's the only way we could chat...since you're hiding like cowards." Uriel sneers.

"Don't normally see you off leash. Where's your boss?" Dean asked. "Castiel? Oh, he, uh...He's not here. See, he has this weakness. He likes you." Uriel said and Dean furrows his brow before Uriel speaks again. "Time's up, boy. We want the girl."

"Wouldn't try that if I were you. See, she got her grace back. Full-blown angel now." Dean lies and Uriel smirks a bit. "That would be a neat trick, considering..." he said as he takes out a necklace, which was glowing. "...I have her grace right here. We can't let Hell get their hooks into her." He said then he tucks the necklace back in his shirt.

"Well, then why don't you just give her back her angel juice?" Dean asked him. "She committed a serious crime." Uriel replied. "What? Thinking for herself?" Dean asked. "This is our business, not yours. She's not even human...Not technically." Uriel said. "Yeah, well, I guess I just like being a pain in the pooper." Dean jokes and Uriel glares at him.

"This is your last chance. Give us the girl, or --" he said then Dean talks over him. "Or what? What, you're gonna toss me back in the hole? You're bluffing." Dean said and Uriel smiles again. "Try me. This is a whole lot bigger than the plans we got for you, Dean. You can be replaced." he said.

"What the hell? Go ahead and do it." Dean dares and Uriel eyes him, curiously. "You're just crazy enough to go, aren't you?" he asked. "What can I say? I don't break easy." Dean said, giving a cocky grin. "Oh, yes...you do. You just got to know where to apply the right pressure." Uriel said and Dean's smile falters, fear creeping up in his chest.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"I don't know, man. Where's Ruby?" Sam asked as the early hours of the next day started to peek through. "Hey, she's your Hell buddy." Dean said as he drinks from his flask. "Little early for that, isn't it?" Anna asked him. "It's 2 a.m. somewhere." he replied and I roll my eyes at this then he holds the flask out to me.

I look at it then at him and he gives a slight nod to this. "Oh, ahat the hell!" I said, matter of factly, as I take the flask and drink from it. "You okay?" Anna asked Dean as I hand his flask back. "Yeah, of course." Dean said, trying to sound casual. 

Then the doors open with a blast and Castiel and Uriel enter. "Hello, Anna. It's good to see you." Castiel said. "How? How did you find us?" Sam asked and the angels give a slight look towards Dean.

"Dean?" Sam and I said, worried, as he turns to Anna. "I'm sorry." he said to her as she gives him a sad, sympathetic look. "Why?" Sam asked. "Because they gave him a choice. They either kill me...or kill you and (y/n). I know how their minds work." Anna replied as she turns her head to the angels and glares at them.

Then she looks back at Dean and gives him a hug. "You did the best you could. I forgive you." she said and she pulls back from the embrace then turns to face Castiel and Uriel. "Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready." She said, determined. "I'm sorry." Castiel said, trying to sound sympathetic. "No. You're not. Not really. You don't know the feeling." Anna sneered.

"Still, we have a history. It's just --" Castie said but Anna talks over him. "Orders are orders. I know. Just make it quick." she said but before they could do anything a different voice speaks out.

"Don't you touch a hair on that poor girl's head." the voice said and we all turn to see Alistair, holding a bleeding Ruby, and a couple of demons standing next to us.

"How dare you come in this room...you pussing sore?" Uriel growls. "Name-calling. That hurt my feelings...You sanctimonious, fanatical prick." Alistair said. "Turn around and walk away now." Castiel ordered. "Sure. Just give us the girl. We'll make sure she gets punished good and proper." Alistair said with a sick demented grin.

"You know who we are and what we will do. I won't say it again. Leave now...or we lay you to waste." Castiel threatens. "Think I'll take my chances." Alistair said and the angels nd demons begin to fight. Castiel tries to exorcise Alistair with his hand but nothing happened.

"Sorry, kiddo. Why don't you go run to daddy?" Alistair asked, snidely, while Uriel exorcises a demon. Then Alistair begins to exorcise Castiel once he was able to take Castiel down. "Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferma, me confirma!"

But then Dean hits Alastair with a crowbar. Alistair then turns to Dean. "Dean, Dean, Dean...I am so disappointed. You had such promise." he said then he begins to attack us. But then Anna goes up to Uriel, grabbing something from him. "No!" Uriel said then Anna throws something on the ground and a white light flows into her mouth.

"Shut your eyes. Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes!" she warns us and Dean grabs me and turns me away and we all close our eyes as a bright light engulfs us.

Once it disappears, we all turn and see that Alistair was gone, leaving behind Ruby's knife. Then I look over at Castiel and Uriel, who looked beyond pissed. "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Go get Anna. Unless, of course, you're scared." I said and Uriel glares at me. "This isn't over." he growls.

"Oh, it looks over to me, junkless." Dean said and the angels disappear. Sam then turns to Ruby. "You okay?" he asked her. "Not so much." Ruby said, exhausted. "What took you so long to get here?" Dean asked. "Sorry I'm late with the demon delivery. I was only being tortured." Ruby informed then Dean turns to me.

"I got to hand it to you, (y/n). Bringing them all together all at once -- angels and demons. It was a damn good plan." he said and I smiled. "Yeah, well, when you got Godzilla and Mothra on your ass, best to get out of their way and let them fight." I said. "Yeah, now you're just bragging." Dean said. "Hey, I have every right to. Cause you were doubting me." I said then Dean rolls his eyes. "Okay, let's not inflate your ego more." He said. "Too late." I joked and Sam looks at the spot Anna disappeared from.

"So, I guess she's some big-time angel now, huh? She must be happy...Wherever she is." Sam said. "I doubt it." Dean said, shaking his head.

A few hours later, we were hanging around the Impala, Sam was sitting on the hood with a beer in hand and Dean was leaning against the side of the car near him. I was sitting on the side of the car next to Dean, both of us also had a bottle of beer in hand.

"I can't believe we made it out of there." Dean said. "Again." Sam said and Dean holds his bottle and Sam clinks it. Then Dean holds his bottle to me and I clink it and we all take a sip.

"I know you two heard him." Dean said, suddenly, after a few moments of silence. "Who?" Sam and I asked him. "Alastair. What he said...about how I had promise." Dean said, not looking at us. "We heard him." I said and Sam nods. "You guys not curious?" Dean asked. "Dean, we're damn curious. But you're not talking about Hell, and I'm not pushing." Sam said and I nod. "And I'm not gonna push either." I said and Dean looks down for a moment, as if thinking over what to say, then raises his head.

"It wasn't four months, you know." he said and Sam and I turn to him as Dean sets his bottle down on the hood. "What?" We asked. "It was four months up here, but down there...I don't know. Time's different. It was more like 40 years." he said and my jaw drops at this. "My God." Sam mutters but I had no words to say.

"They, uh...They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you..." Dean explains but stops for a moment then continues. "Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly...I would be whole again...like magic...just so they could start in all over. And Alastair...at the end of every day...every one...he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack...if I put souls on...if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him." He said.

Sam and I were listening to him and as he explained what happened to him, I felt chills running down my spine and I just couldn't help but feel awful for Dean and start to feel this new burning hate for Alastair was growing. 

"But then I couldn't do it anymore, guys. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The -- the things that I did to them." Dean said, his voice shaking with tears, as some tears run down his face. I jumped off of my spot on the car and go to stand in front of him.

"Dean..." I said, sympathetically, then I take his right hand in my left hand and raise my right hand to cup his cheek, my thumb wiping away the tears. "Dean, look, you held out for 30 years. That's longer than anyone would have." I said, trying to make him feel better. He closes his eyes for a moment, fresh tears rolling down his face, and raises his left hand and placed it over my hands that was on his cheek.

"How I feel...This...inside me..." he cries then opens his eyes to me. "I wish I couldn't feel anything, (y/n). I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing." He said, tearfully. I frown then go to hug him and placed my right hand on his back, running it up and down in a comforting way, and place my left hand on the back of his head, my fingers running through his short hair.

He, slowly, wrapped his arms around me and buries his face into my shoulder as he continues to cry. "It's okay. It's okay." I whispered to him, soothingly, and I look over at Sam, who had this sad, shock look on his face. We both share a look and I felt tears running down my face, feeling so many different emotions and not knowing what to do.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

#fandom #fanfic #fan fiction #reader insert #x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean x you #supernatural dean #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic series #supernatural fandom #dean x reader #deanwinchtser #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x female!reader #tv show fandom #tv shows #tv #tv series #fantasy #horror

[4o4eros]

hogwarts au; quidditch player!jeno, school swimmer! eunha

thinking about pervert!jeno hexing his own poster when he found out his beloved noona, his senior eunha was a fan of his.

thinking about pervert!jeno smiling to himself, proud of his own idea- casting a spell on that piece of paper and keeping his senior in the dark of what he has planned.

thinking about pervert!jeno being so excited, even signing his name unto the poster and delivering the paper himself to his innocent senior.

thinking about pervert!jeno impatiently running to his dorm, immediately grabbing his own piece of paper as he stared down with anticipation. his mouth curved slightly into a corrupted grin when his view is now filled with eunha. his eyes rested shamelessly on the curve of her tits from the low position- assuming his innocent noona!eunha placed his poster on her table.

thinking about pervert!jeno groaning softly as he catches glimpses of her undressing from her uniform into her tight swimsuit while she prepares for her swimming club.

thinking about pervert!jeno losing his mind as he gets a closed up view of her noona's barely covered tits (he swore he saw her nipples poking through the fabric! and god- the way his mouth watered.) as she sets up the poster against her wall- conveniently facing her bed.

thinking about pervert!jeno already having his pants down when eunha naively fixes her swim shorts, exposing her thick derriere and flashing him with her supple cheeks.

thinking about pervert!jeno with his hand stuffed in his boxer, pleasuring himself with his wild thoughts, absolutely reserving and manipulating that scene for so many of his future lonely nights. dismissing whatever idea he's gonna have to think to make up an excuse for coming in late for quidditch practice.

#wip #have been thinking about this ngl #gonna write more on this #but #voyeur!jeno #heavy on my mind #corruptionkink!jeno #nct jeno smut #eunha smut #i'll edit this in a few #hogwarts smut #i want more noona smuts smh!

[goldendunite]

Location: The Execution Tower

....

... Dunite?

..... Odette?! Wh- what are you-

No, shh, I am just here to talk to you....

..... you shouldn't. You're gonna get in trouble.

If Hexe was so adamant to keep me away, she would have made certain of it. Here.... I brought you cake.

..

..

..

.... it's delicious.

It would certainly be more delicious if you made it.. you never did quite lose your baking abilities.

..... I can't eat anymore, 'm sorry... I feel like I'm gonna fucking puke....

Did... did I add too much sugar by mistake?

No, not that... you could actually do with more I think. But no, just.... everything.

..... you're scared.

'Dette, you'd be terrified too if you were about to get fucking executed and kicked into the void forever. Icia spent 5 years there, she tells me. She says it feels like nothing but falling. I don't wanna be falling!!

.... Dunite....

No, don't fucking "Dunite" me, there's NOTHING you can do for me! I'm going to die! I'm going to get beheaded or stabbed or SOMETHING! IM GONNA BE IN THE VOID, ALL ALONE, 'N I WONT HAVE YOU OR AOKI OR ICIA OR SAMMY OR AOKI-

.....

.... I said him twice, didn't I..? *sob* ... why.... whywhywhywhywhy did the cosmos align in such a way....

Dunite, come here...

... 'm sorry. Y'didnt deserve that.

.. well, you don't deserve to be in this situation either... so let's declare it even, hm?

........

.... you miss him. Or both of them.?

.... well yeah, I miss both.... but. He's just...... I miss him in a different way.

..... in a love way?

..... I don't know?! I think?! He's so cute and his smile and he's so sweet and cute and....

.... and I dunno if I'll ever get to see it again. He's an AI, didja know....?

... you fell for an AI?

I DONT KNOW, I THINK SO?! I mean- I fucking HATE AI and you KNOW this! But... he's so nice and acts so human and....

... am I gonna get my heart broken?

..... I.... I do not have an answer, Dunite.

....

....

.... do you know when they're doing it?

.... 8 PM. Tomorrow.

So it gets to be dark outside.... maybe there'll be stars?

No. She is making it bright and sunny.

Oh of fucking COURSE she is. Bet this day is a great JOY to EVERYONE in the kingdom. Flynn's right, no one wants me here... 'xcept you and Sammy.

.....

.... I really wish I went with Icia. Stupid, stupid Dunite....

Hey, please stop hitting yourself- It does you no good.!

What else can I do..? I'm going to die. I can't beat myself up over my stupidity one more time?

Absolutely not.

.......

....

.... when i.... I die, guard all my stuffed animals. Especially the Deedees.

With my life.

.... do you think she'll let me hold the first Deedee? Or the bunny Aoki gave me?

I have high doubts.

Shit...... okay....

..... but...

Wh- how did you get into my room for this?!

.. well apparently the enchanted music book you gifted me once had a spell for phasing through walls, by adjusting my own body's frequency... much less complex than first glance, given.. well... me. Is this the right bunny?

... y-yeah.... 's the bunny Aoki gave me. Hehe.... it still smells like him.

He smells like rain...?

Mhm.

My dear Dunite, you truly do love him... it's a beautiful thing to truly love like that. Even if it is forbidden.

.....

.... do you... do you think they'll be there? Icia and Aoki? She'll make them be there? Because of... them having visited?

......... she may.

.... if that happens, try and make sure they don't see. I... I don't want 'em to watch me die.

I will do my best, Dunite. It's all going to be okay.

..... yeah. It'll be okay. I just wish he was here.

Did he see Flynn hit you?

I hope not.... it broke my wood. I... I think he was weakening me for the execution.

I can see it.... the peridot's chipping out.

Mhm..... I'm sleepy. What... what time did you say again?

8 PM.

.... 'Kay. Thanks Odette....

.....

.... I'll miss you when I'm gone.

.... I-.... I'll miss you too, Dunite. Both Sammy and I will very, very much.

8 PM EST, tomorrow.

We shall await your arrival.

#glitteringspells #modstar

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

This GIF is the true meaning of fanfiction in Misha's own words, just as a side note.

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 4,996

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

================================================

Chapter six: Heaven and Hell

POV: Y/n’s

“Why the hell would you want Anna?” I asked, confused. “Out of the way.” Uriel said, walking forward. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her.” Dean said, stopping him. “Don't worry. I'll kill her gentle.” Who even says that? Ah that's right the psycho, chicken wings. “You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?” Dean said with contempt. “As a matter of fact, we are. And?” Cas said with no hesitation, did not like that. “And? Anna's an innocent girl.” I said. “She is far from innocent.”  “Cas, what does that even mean?” I asked. “It means she's worse than this abomination your brother has been screwing. Now give us the girl.” Uriel said, referring to Ruby. “Sorry. Get yourself another one. Try JDate.” Dean said with sarcasm.

“Who's gonna stop us? You three? Or this demon whore?” Uriel said, throwing Ruby against the wall. Dean goes to attack him. “Cas please don’t” I pleaded with him as he was going to knock me out with his angel mojo. He hesitated for a minute thinking about it but unfortunately he continued. “I've been waiting for this.” Uriel said to Dean like he was about to kill him. But instead the room gets engulfed in this powerful white bright light and Cas and chicken wings disappear. "What the…” I said in confusion as Dean helped Ruby up. I go in to check on Anna to find her hands covered in blood and a weird looking symbol on the mirror. “Anna. Anna!” “Are they -- are they gone?” “Did you … kill them?” I asked scared for Cas. “No. I sent them away... far away.” For a girl who does not know what is happening she sure knows how to get rid of angels. “You want to tell us how?” “That just popped in my head. I don't know how I did it. I just did it.” No really what is going On? 

My brothers and I are now having a conversion about Anna and why the angels want to turn her into dust. “So, what do you guys think?” Dean asked us both. “I think Anna's getting more interesting by the second.” Sam said. “I second that notion” raising my arm by the elbow length. “Yeah, I agree. And what did they mean by "she's not innocent"?” “It seems like they want her bad, and not just 'cause of the angel radio thing. I mean, that blood spell -- Some serious crap, man.” Sam said. “Something's going on with her. Y/n See what you can find out.” Dean asked me. “What are you gonna do?” “Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield, but, sooner or later, they're gonna be back. We got to get ourselves safe now.” 

========================================================================

“Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can't even touch the joint.” I talked about the panic room to Anna. “Which I find racist, by the way.” Ruby said, looking at me with annoyance. “I really don't care what you think Ruby. Maybe write to your congressman.” “Here” She handed me something. “Hex bags, why?” “Extra-crunchy. They'll hide us from angels, demons, all comers.” “Wow thanks for doing something useful Ruby.” “Here Anna, please don't lose this.” She takes it from me as Dean walks in. “So, Anna, what's playing on angel radio? Anything useful?” He asked her. “It's quiet. Dead silence.” Oh that's great not condersing that they never shut up. “Good. That's not troubling at all.” Dean replied. “We're in trouble, huh? You guys are scared?” Anna asked us. “Nah.” Dean and I both replied at the same time giving each other knowing looks. “Hey Dean, Y/n!” Sam yelled out our names from the other room. “Just stay here, okay?.” I said to Anna as we walked out.

========================================================================

“How's the car?” Dean asked. “I got her. She's fine. Where's Bobby?” “Uh, The Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it.” I replied. “He's working a job?” “God, I hope so. Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap.” Dean said back. “Now that's seared in my brain.” “All right Y/n, what did you find on Anna?” “It's weird she was completely normal. Her parents were, uh, Rich and Amy Milton -- a church deacon and a housewife.” “Riveting.” Dean said, being sarcastic, disappointed that we were not getting anywhere. "Exactly, after what I found in her file. There is something here in the report. Turns out this latest psych episode wasn't her first.” Both brothers are more intrigued now. “No?” “When she was 2 1/2, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy.” 

Dean responded like I expected him to.”Who was? The plumber, hmm? A little snaking the pipes?”  “Bro I love you I really do. But, you're confusing reality with porn again. Look, Anna didn't say. She just kept repeating that this real father of hers was mad. Like Very mad -- like wanted-to-kill-her mad.” “Kind of heavy for a 2-year-old.” “Well, she saw a kid's shrink, got better, and grew up normal.” “Until now. So, what's she hiding?” That is the question of the century it seems like.’’Why don't you just ask me to my face?” Anna said from the doorway into the room.”Nice job watching her.” I said to ruby annoyed. “I'm watching her.” “No, you're right, Anna. Is there anything you want to tell us?” Sam said to Anna. “About what?” “The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?”  “You tell me. Tell me why my life has been leveled... Why my parents are dead. I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know.” I wonder the same thing all the time. “Okay. Then let's find out.” “How?” Anna questioned. 

========================================================================

Dean is now leading Pamela down the stairs. I hope this goes better than last time. “We're here!” “Pamela, hey!” Sam said to her going to say hi. “Sam?’’ “It's me. it's Sam” “SAM?” Oh she is totally pulling his leg. “Sam, is that you?” “I'm right here.” “Oh. Know how I can tell?” She said as she grabbed his ass. “ That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing. Of course I know it's you, grumpy. Same way I know that's a demon, and that poor girl's Anna and that you've been eyeing my rack.” “Uh... uh... uh…” Sam awkwardly was trying to say something in response. “Don't sweat it, kiddo. I still got more senses than most.” Lucky for Sam pamela is like this. “And little Y/n Winchester.” Pamela said as she came to hug me. “Hey, Pam” I said, hugging her back with a smile. “I feel a different energy from you.” “Really?”

“Yes I do, it feels like a proactive one.” “Well that's good right?” I questioned. “Well it can be, it just depends on what is protecting you.” Well that wasn't vague at all. “Right, thanks Pam.” She smiled at me and then put her attention at Anna. “Hey, Anna. How are you? I'm Pamela.” “Hi” “Dean told me what's been going on. I'm excited to help.” “Oh. That's nice of you.” “Oh, well, not really. Any chance I can dick over an angel, I'm taking it.” I do feel horrible about what happened to her because of us but Castiel did not mean to do that. I hope she doesn't sense that he is kind of been hanging out on my shoulder “Why?” Anna questioned, I mean we were taught that angels are good. Pamela took off her sunglasses and showed Anna her eyes.“They stole something from me. Demon-y, I know. But they're just plastic. Good for business. Makes me look extra-psychic, don't you think? Now...how about you tell me what your deal is? Hmm? Don't you worry.” 

========================================================================

Anna is now laying down on the little crappy bed that we have in the panic room as Pamela intends to somehow figure out what is going on in Anna's head. “Nice and relaxed. Now, I'm going to count down from five to zero. When we're at zero, you'll be in a deep state of hypnosis. As I count down, just go deeper and deeper, okay? 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. Deep sleep. Deep sleep. Every muscle calm and relaxed. Can you hear me?” Pamela asks Anna. “I can hear you.” “Now, Anna, tell me... How can you hear the angels? How did you work that spell?” “I don't know. I just did.” “Your father... What's his name?” “Rich Milton.” “All right. But I want you to look further back... When you were very young... Just a couple of years old.”

“I don't want to.” “It'll be okay. Anna, just one look -- that's all we need.” “No.” Anna is starting to get more panicked like whatever she is scared of is in here. “What's your dad's name? Your real dad. Why is he angry at you?” “No. No! No.” She screamed. “Calm down.” “He's gonna kill me!” “Anna, you're safe.” “No!” As screamed again the lights were exploding around us. “It's all right, Anna.” “Anna?’’ Dean was trying to approach her. “Dean, don't.” Anna throws Dean against the wall. Okay who the hell is this girl, the hulk!? “Wake in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Anna... Anna? You all right?” As Anna wakes she seems different. “Thank you, Pamela. That helps a lot. I remember now.” “Remember what?” I asked helping Dean help.”Who I am. I'm an angel.” Well if that is not the plot twist of the year I don't know what is.

========================================================================

We moved into the living room maybe for a calmer environment to take in this very interesting info. “Don't be afraid, I'm not like the others.” Anna said to us trying to insure us. “I don't find that very reassuring.” Ruby said. “Neither do I.” Pamela said, agreeing with her. “So...Castiel, Uriel -- they're the ones that came for me?” She asked us. “You know them?” I asked her curious. “We were kind of in the same foxhole.” “So, what, were they like your bosses or something?” Dean asked her. “Try the other way around.” “Now that's what I call a woman in power.” I say as I go to high five her. “But now they want to kill you?” Pam asked. “Orders are orders. I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head.” “But why?” I asked. “I disobeyed... which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell.” “And that means?” “She fell to earth, became human.” Pam said to us, confirming it.

“Wait so angels can just become humans?” I asked again. There are a lot of questions that always come up when angels are involved it seems like. “It kind of hurts. Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace.” “Come again” Dean asked. “My grace. It's... energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle. She had no idea how right she was.” That's sad for her mom to have a kid and to die for it.”So, you just forgot that you were God's little Power Ranger?” Dean asked with a little sarcasm. “The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah.” Interesting. “I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are.”

“Ruby's right. Heaven wants me dead.” “And Hell just wants her. A flesh-and-blood angel that you can question, torture, that bleeds. Sister, you're the Stanley Cup. And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell, they're gonna find you.” Ruby said to Anna. “I know. And that's why I'm gonna get it back.” “Get what back?’’ I asked. “My grace.” “You can do that?” “If I can find it.” “So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?” Dean said with good questioning. “Something like that.” “All right. I like this plan. So, where's this grace of yours?” “Wait. You mean you fell like literally?” I asked. “Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet, maybe, or a meteor?” Sam asked with interest, sounding like he knew what he was talking about while the rest of us were lost. “Why do you ask?” 

========================================================================

I go to talk to Anna who is star gazing. “Pamela get home okay?” She asked me. “Yeah. She said she was sorry. It's just after last time, she, uh... This is just a little too rich for her blood.” I said going to stand next to her. “I don't blame her. You guys should do the same.” “Well that's the thing about us Winchesters, loyal as hell but not very smart. Can I ask you a question? Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?” I ask her with all seriousness. “You don't mean that.” “Don't I? I mean a bunch of miserable people having the same routine everyday dealing with all the bullshit and in the end you die.” “I don't know. There's loyalty... forgiveness... love.” “Periods.” “Chocolate cake.” She responds back. “Guilt.” “falling in love.” “I guess, I wouldn't know.” “You will someday.” She told me back . “I mean it. Every emotion, Y/n, even the bad ones... It's why I fell. It's why... why I'd give anything not to have to go back. Anything.” “Feelings are overrated, if you ask me.” I said. 

“Beats being an angel.” “How's that possible? You guys are powerful and perfect. You don't doubt yourselves or God or anything.” “Perfect... Like a marble statue. Cold... no choice... only obedience. y/n, do you know how many angels have actually seen God? Seen his face?” “All of you?” “Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them. Not even Castiel.” I looked confused trying to play it off. “Why would you bring up Castiel?” I said with a fake laugh. “Y/n I can feel the energy on you that Pam felt.” “Look Anna I don't agree with his orders at all nor his actions.” “ I know you don't and actually I think you're good for him. He has never hesitated on an order and he did when he was told to knock you out. Just be careful he still is an angel after all.” “Right will do.” “If you haven't seen God's face then how do you even know that there is a God?” “We have to take it on faith... Which we're killed if we don't have.” “Huh” “I was stationed on earth 2,000 years. Just... watching... silent... invisible... out on the road... sick for home... waiting on orders from an unknowable father I can't begin to understand. So don't tell me that –” “I wouldn't, I just can relate.” As I finished my sentence I felt another presence. I turned around and it was Dean. I felt the energy and got the hint and went back inside.

========================================================================

As I go back in, Ruby is in the kitchen grabbing a beer. “You might not want to drink that Bobby puts in bitch repellent in it, oh I mean demon.” She sighs facing me. “Why are you so mad at me!?” Oh she wants reasons I'll give reasons. “Well first off you're a demon and we don't have a great track record with them. Second, you told my brother that I would “just get in the way” to quote you. And third you got my brother hooked on a drug that seems like only you can give. Just to name a few.” “Look Y/n when I told Sam that I didn't mean that you aren't capable, it’s just your his little sister and he would be too concerned if he tried to fight Lillith and have you there.

And with the blood it makes him stronger don't you want him to have all the strength to fight.” “Of course I do but he doesn't need that. Dean and I will always be here to help him no matter what.”  She looks like she wants to say something back but she doesn't, which is probably best for her so I don't punch her again. “Ruby I don't care what you think just keep out of my family okay. Oh and if it turns out you're betraying us. I won't hesitate to kill you.” I said, staring at her not blinking. She scoffs at that. “Is that a threat?’’ “No, it's a promise.” At that moment Sam comes in telling us that he has found where Anna's grace had touched down. 

========================================================================

I got shoved in the back next to Ruby and Anna next to her. Crammed and sitting next to the person I hate, now this is my personal hell. Dean looks back and makes a comment that makes me want to slap him upside the head. “An angel and a demon riding in the backseat. It's like the setup to a bad joke... or a Penthouse Forum letter.” I glare at him. “Dude ... Reality... Porn.” “You call this reality?” He is kind of right. If you explained this to someone they would properly lock you up and throw away the key.

========================================================================

We arrived at this field and in the middle was a giant beautiful oak tree. “It's beautiful.” Dean said at loud. “It's where the grace touched down. I can feel it.” No wonder it's this big. Angels graces must be pretty powerful. “You ready to do this?” “Not really.” She steps up to the tree slowly. “Anna, what are we even looking for?” I asked. She touches the tree and looks disappointed. “It doesn't matter. It's not here. Not anymore. Someone took it.” 

========================================================================

We’re at this barn trying to reconstruct this whole failed plan about the grace. “We still got the hex bags. I say we head back to the panic room.” Dean said, throwing ideas out. “What, forever?” Ruby said back with a snark. “I'm just thinking out loud!” “Oh, you call that thinking?” “guys stop! This wont help!” I said, already having a headache from how this is going. “Anna's grace is gone. You understand? She can't angel up. She can't protect us. We can't fight Heaven and Hell. One side maybe, but not both. Not at once.” “Um... guys? The angels are talking again.” “What are they saying?" I asked.” “It's weird... Like a recording... a loop. It says, "Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight, or..." “or what” Dean asked with a little bit of fear. “"...or we hurl him back to damnation." What?

“Anna.. Do you know of any weapon that works on an angel? To what? To kill them?” Wait kill? “Nothing we could get to... Not right now.” Amazing we’re talking about killing angels now and we don't even have the weapon to do it. “Okay, wait, wait. I say we call Bobby. We get him back from hedonism.” Dean said walking back fourth. “Dean, what's he gonna tell us that we don't already know?” Sam asked, trying to calm him down. “I don't know, but we got to think of something!” He's right. I’m not about to let a girl who just wanted to live her life die or my brother get dragged to hell again.

========================================================================

As I'm driving the car I stole out far enough so when I make the call the angels can't find the barn. I'm thinking I better get some damn answers. “CAS'' no response he usually comes on the first call. “CAS, CASTIEL!” I screamed out from my standing position about four hours from the barn. I hear a flutter of wings and there he is standing staring at me as he usually does. “Cas what the hell is up with this? Sending Dean back to Hell? I mean you are the one that brought him back” He looks a little tired of defending these actions. “Y/n you have to understand what Anna did is worse than any crime in heaven she has to be punished. And you three helping does not help” He says matter of factly. 

“So she wanted to think for herself means death? God wants that really, for all loving he seems pretty hateful. And for Dean to threaten to throw him back makes no sense so Cas please try to explain.” “Just return Anna and we won't have to hurl Dean back. Helping will just have Uriel having another reason to have you and Sam out of the way. I just need you safe.” “Why don't you stand up to Uriel if you don't want me in the way. I mean you use to be friends with Anna, do you really want her to die.” “If I went against Heavens commands and Uriel I would be hunted just as Anna. And she made her choice when she ripped out her grace.” Unbelievable. “Wow just as I thought you were showing some care you go and follow Uriel like a spineless jerk.” “Please just give Anna I don't want for you … to get hurt.” “Well I would rather get hurt than not stand up for what I believe in. So you can go back to being a footstool for a dick who thinks of you as one.” He looks at me and I see regret in his eyes as he flies away. 

 I'm driving back to the barn pissed off as hell and Dean Calls me to tell me the plan. Of how we were going to bring the angels and demons together so they would burn each other out. Which is good so I wouldn't be surprised. 

========================================================================

I walk in the barn. “I don't know, man. Where's Ruby?” Sam said to Dean. “Well she is your hell buddy Sam.” I said to him. They both look at me. “And where have you been?” “I have been trying to get some real answers. But to no avail I apparently was talking to a coward.” Dean took a sip from his flask as Anna walked in. “Little early for that, isn't it?” “It's 2 a.m. somewhere.” “You okay?” She asked, being sincere and of course he answers like how he always when asked that question, actually how my brothers and I do. “Yeah, of course.” When he finishes speaking the doors fly open when Castiel and uriel walk in. “Hello, Anna. It's good to see you.” Cas said looking at her. “How? How did you find us? Dean?” Sam questioned looking at him. And he turns Anna.  “I'm sorry” “Why?” Sam questioned him.

“Because they gave him a choice. They either kill me... or kill you. I know how their minds work.” She gives Dean a kiss goodbye. “You did the best you could. I forgive you. Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready.” “I'm sorry.” Cas said looking at her. “No. You're not. Not really. You don't know the feeling.” Cas looks hurt and I know he doesn't want to do this but he has his orders. “Still, we have a history. It's just –” “Orders are orders. I know. Just make it quick.” As she said that Alastair and Ruby walks in with Ruby not looking the best. “Don't you touch a hair on that poor girl's head.” “How dare you come in this room... you pussing sore?” Uriel saId in a commanding voice. “Name-calling. That hurt my feelings... You sanctimonious, fanatical prick.” Alastair said back it was like watching two little kids on the playground. 

“Turn around and walk away now.” Cas said to them, stepping closer which I did not like. I may be mad at the dick but I don't want him hurt. “Sure. Just give us the girl. We'll make sure she gets punished good and proper.” Alastair said being really good as a creep in the process. “You know who we are and what we will do. I won't say it again. Leave now... or we lay you to waste.” “Think I'll take my chances.” He said as the demons and angels started to fight. My brothers and I stand to the side not wanting to get caught up but that changes when I see Cas needs help. As he tried to exorcise Alastair it wasn't going how he planned. 

“Sorry, kiddo. Why don't you go run to daddy?” He started to do it to Cas I didn't even know you could do that as a demon. “Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferma, me confirma!” I go over and swing him off. “Get Off of Him!” As I went to help Cas up my brothers joined me. “Dean, Dean, Dean... I am so disappointed. You had such promise.” Dean goes to fight him but instead Anna gets her mojo back. “No!” Uriel screamed out. Anna threw the vial to the ground and a white smoke came out as she inhaled it. “Shut your eyes. Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes!” As the bright light came from her body Cas pulled me down to him and shielded me from the blast from using his coat. When it was gone, so was Anna. “Well, what are you guys waiting for? Go get Anna. Unless, of course, you're scared.” Dean said, taunting Uriel. “This isn't over.” “Oh, it looks over to me, junkless.” Castiel looks at me and I nod at him with that he disappears. 

====================================================================================

We were on the impala’s hood drinking some beers celebrating that once again we had tangled with things we shouldn't but we were still alive. “I can't believe we made it out of there.” Dean said to us and he was right. “Amen to that brother” I said, lifting my beer and the three of us clicked them together. “I know you heard him guys.” Dean said, holding his beer looking down in it like it was a mirror. “Who?” Sam and I said trying not to make Dean uncomfortable. “Alastair. What he said... about how I had promise.” “We heard him” I said in a calm voice.“You're not curious?” He asked us. “Dean of course were curious but Sam and I know that you don't want to talk about that and we won't push about that.” “It wasn't four months, you know.” Oh no. “What do you mean?” “It was four months up here, but down there... I don't know. Time's different. It was more like 40 years.” “My God” I whispered.

“They, uh... They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you... Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly... I would be whole again... like magic... just so they could start in all over. And Alastair... at the end of every day... every one... he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack... if I put souls on... if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy, Y/n/n. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls.The -- the things that I did to them.” “Dean, come here.” I said as I held out my arms. Dean took it and he just cried in my arms and Sam came around with his long arms and joined the hug. I pulled back and looked into Dean's eyes and told him what was true and what he needed to hear. “Dean... Dean, look, at me you held out for 30 years. That's longer than anyone would have. You did what had to. We don't blame you.” And I brought him in for another hug.  “How I feel... This... inside me... I wish I couldn't feel anything, Y/n/n. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.”

========================================================================

It was late at night at this crappy motel that we had stopped at to get at least a couple of hours of sleep. But I couldn't. Sam and Dean were in the room while I was outside. My eyes dried and red from the crying I had done by myself so the boys wouldn't see. I was hoping the cool air would help the redness. I thought that I was being tortured by the pain of Dean dying but hearing that it was forty years just made it a hundred times worse.

While I was looking down at the ground I heard wings and looked up, there was Cas with sad eyes. “Hey” I said in a quiet voice sniffling. “Are you hurt from the fight?” He said moving closer. “No this is not from the fight, I just learned that dean did not spend four months but forty years in hell. I just wish I could somehow take that pain from him.” “Time does move differently there than here but Dean is a strong willed human he will be okay.” I think Cas was trying to comfort me. “Thanks Cas, are you okay? I mean what Alastair did.” “Oh I will be fine but if he did finish I wouldn't so thank you. And I thought you were mad at me.” “Cas you getting hurt trump's me being mad just I want you to know you are more than a footstool and you should believe the same.” “Try to get some sleep Y/n.” And he flies off. I think we are starting to become friends.

================================================

And that was it! Thank you for reading, sorry this took me so long hit some writer's block. So excited for the future we are starting to become closer to the exciting episodes and the friendship between Y/n and Cas is growing!

#castiel x reader #castiel #castiel x y/n #spn fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #team free will #spnfandom #supernatural #Supernatural Season 4 #castiel x you #Castiel x reader series masterlist #bobby singer #bobby spn #cas spn #cas x reader #cas x y/n

[outpost51]

7 snippets 7 people

tagged by @writernopal over here tyyyyy i love this one

tagging: @sparatus @thetrashbagswasteland @omniblades-and-stars @sunflaresspace @mxanigel @bambino1294 @westernlarch

have a few of my favorite bits from unlikely adventures. CW: gore, violence, smut, the usual suspects

CH 2: My Sister's Keeper

Dillon was eight when her parents divorced. It wasn’t nasty. No one yelled. Darren didn’t demand custody, but Cheryl politely requested it, and he signed the papers without a second thought. He even gave up the house, choosing instead to stay in a much more reasonable two-bedroom apartment downtown, closer to his job with the law firm.

But she was eight, and all she ever knew about love she learned from her parents, and all the storybooks ended at ‘happily ever after,’ not ‘and then years later, when they realized they only got hitched because the princess was fifteen and pregnant and the prince was scared of her daddy’s shotgun, there was a civil division of community property and they never spoke again.’ A father should never be his daughter’s first taste of heartbreak, but Darren always was an overachiever. He got to put that trophy right up on his Dillon wall next to ‘Dada was her first word’ and ‘she took her first steps for me.’

She really was a daddy’s girl before, thrashing to his classic metal CDs in the basement and trying to out-belch each other at the dinner table. And after all that, he didn’t even fight for custody. He didn’t fight for her. Dillon saw it as her father wanting nothing to do with her and Daisy, even if he had free visitation rights and took them to the movies and the mall and theme parks. She was always shut down and distant during those trips, believing them to be a farcical attempt at bribing her and her sister, or a token effort because her mom asked him to.

CH 3: Death Doesn't Give Third Chances

“Your dad doesn’t remember.”

“Remember what?”

“That your sister died.” Cheryl flipped through a few pages. Raised her eyebrows a few times. She set the book down and went down to the basement, leaving Dillon alone at the counter with a massive stack of pancakes. Unattended. Four fell prey to her grabby hands before Cheryl returned.

With a severed head, its face frozen in a scream.

That she promptly whacked against the counter over and over until it cracked open.

“You cut up bodies three nights out of the month, pickle,” Cheryl chided as her daughter lost her pancakes in the sink.

Dillon looked at her mother with a mix of shock and disgust. “Yeah, I cut ‘em up, I don’t brutalize them.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, it’s not like it’s bleeding.” Cheryl dropped the pulpy remains in her daughter’s outstretched hands. “Do something with that, please. I need to scramble this before your sister comes back down.”

With her mind completely dissociated from her physical form, Dillon sputtered, “Like what? I can’t just throw this in the trash!”

Cheryl exhaled through her nose. “Of course not, that’s wasteful. Put it in a bag and put it back in the freezer. I’ll boil it later to make freezie-pops.” She scoffed at Dillon’s continued perturbation. “What? Werewolves get hot, too. It’s too much work to fill a kiddie pool with ice for Gus to roll in every time we go on a run. Get some of my bacon while you’re down there.”

Dillon inhaled to respond, but swallowed the thought at her mother’s look.

CH 4: Like Moths

“Oi, Lawson, fuck off,” Moira barked. She had such an elegant way with words.

“Or what, freak? You gonna hex me?” Troy made a dismissive gesture. “Go back to your coffin, the sun’s still out.”

Dillon could almost hear the creak of Moira’s jaw as she clenched it. The pentacle necklace that never left her neck rose and fell with every angry breath, flashing a warning in the afternoon sun. Dillon stepped up behind her best friend. Her belly button barely cleared the top of the table, but she could still mean mug the shit out of them. Moira didn’t need help taking on six high schoolers, it was the thought that counted.

“Oh look, it’s the littlest Monroe, too,” Troy’s best friend, Conner Stevens, drawled. He didn’t move from his relaxed drape against the back of the booth. “What’re you gonna do, cut yourself at us?”

The bar for being the bigger person suddenly got a lot lower. Moira snarled over the table. Dillon put a gentle hand on her bicep. “No, Troy,” she chuffed. “I’m not. But you wanna know what I can do?” She hopped up on the table, jostling his drink with the jolt and wobble of the table. “You remember what happened to Brett?”

That got Troy’s attention. “What, you gonna pull a bear outta your ass? Wouldn’t surprise me, if you’re as big of a whore as your s—” His voice was suddenly cut off with a wet choke.

“Dill—”

“He brought Daisy into it, Moira,” she spat. “His ass is fair game now.” Her head hurt and her chest tightened as her emotions rose higher, but this time she was ready for it, and greeted the pain like an old friend. Passing out would so be worth making that little worm regret even thinking Daisy’s name.

Conner shook Troy’s shoulder, but it was no use. He was fully choking on a massive lump lodged firmly in his esophagus. His blond girlfriend-of-the-week pulled him into a Heimlich position — she was a lifeguard at the community pool, Dillon thought — and on the fourth violent thrust of her hands against his diaphragm, the foreign object in his throat finally dislodged itself.

A clump of daisies the size of her fist slopped wetly onto his half-finished burger.

Dillon felt something wet trickle from her nose. Worth it. “Now get the fuck away from our table before I pick something with thorns.”

CH 5: Come, Devil

"The show hasn't even begun, mon petit aperitif, I still have my pants on." He took his time turning on the shower, fiddling with the temperature, pulling out towels — all while letting Dillon dangle over his shoulder, and when she decided grumbling wouldn't get her anywhere and instead caught one wing in her hands to bite the sensitive membrane, he reminded her that his hands weren't the only disciplinary tools at his disposal, wrapping his tail around her arms and yanking her upright. How she still managed to maintain enough dignity to look angry with her pants and underwear hanging around her ankles, he didn't know, but he liked it a fair share more than he was willing to admit. It's not like anything was fully on display either, thanks to the massive shirt drowning her in fabric, but that was easily remedied. He grabbed the hem and made to rip it free—

"Don't tear my shirt, please." The quiet earnestness of her plea was jarring in the wake of her snarling fit, enough so that it turned his muscles to stone and forced him to meet her eyes. There was a flicker of fear in their hollow depths, suddenly so cold and lifeless, had he not felt her pulse fluttering against the underside of his tail, he'd wonder if she still had one at all. "Daisy bought it for me. It was the first concert we went to together."

Well, fuck. Zadimus set her down and stepped back, watching her kick off her other clothes and slowly, reverently strip off her shirt and fold it on the counter. "You really do love your sister, don't you?"

The fire went right back into her eyes as she looked up with raw determination and something he couldn't place, the sort of vicious familial passion he'd never observed in a member of his own kind; it drove otherwise pacifistic mothers to violent, gruesome vengeance killings, and made brothers fight more fiercely for — and sometimes against — each other than they would in any other circumstance. "I poured my soul into the ground so she could climb back out of it," she spat. "What do you think?"

"I think we're going to get along brilliantly," he replied, then pulled her into his arms again to crush their mouths together. The kiss was short-lived; she drew back and he worried he'd crossed a boundary somewhere, but she thrust her thumbs into his mouth and pried his jaws open.

"So that's what it was!"

"Whah?"

She grinned in triumph. "Your tongue's pierced, you wily fucking devil."

Zadimus batted her hand away. “I have other things pierced, you know, if that’s what really gets you going,” he drawled. “But as it stands, Miss Monroe, you have a filthy fucking mouth and it’s high time someone cleaned up your act.”

CH 8: Bullet on the Tracks

“Did you grab the bacon from up here or downstairs?”

Zadimus pointed to a plate of bacon that looked leaner than usual. “Downstairs for me,” he said, then pointed at the pan sizzling in front of him, “and up here for you.” He dumped the bacon onto a paper-towel-covered plate. “Your mother has a good system, all the cooking vessels are marked so there’s no risk of cross-contamination.”

Dillon nodded, reaching for a slice of her bacon. “Yeah, she adapted pretty quick— fuck!”

“You just saw me take that out of the pan, dipshit,” Zadimus scoffed at Dillon’s pitiful puppy eyes, then pulled her injured finger from her mouth. “It’s just a bit irritated, you’ll live.”

“But it hurts,” she pouted.

With a sigh, he ran his tongue over her finger before resuming his prior task of cracking eggs into the pan. “Better?”

Dillon gaped at the tingling still chasing away the angry red of a minor burn. “Wh— how.”

“Magic.”

“In your… spit.”

“Ah, no.” Zadimus tossed the empty carton into the recycling and the shells into the compost bin. “In general. But my hands were full,” he chuffed with a wink, squeezing her thigh.

Dillon scrunched up her nose to hide her grin. “Letch.”

“Careful, Dillon,” he teased. “I might think you like me and my brazen ways.”

She smacked his bicep, but the smile on her face lit the room and the flush of her cheeks warmed it. Zadimus released her into the kitchen so she could go about fixing coffee, as their infernal, unnecessarily complicated device refused to tell him its secrets. He was buying a machine for himself the next chance he got, something with as few buttons as possible and a normal filter. He got so lost in his fantasy of simplicity he almost missed her question. “Where are we going today?”

It didn’t help that she had half a bagel shoved into her mouth. How someone so small managed to open her jaw so wide— he shook off that train of thought before it could go anywhere that might cause another delay this morning.

CH 8: Bullet on the Tracks

So Zadimus let Dillon poke and prod his fading bruises; the single rib fracture that had started righting itself, the kink in his tail he’d already straightened in the back seat with someone’s hoodie in his mouth to muffle the grunt of pain it had wrung from him. That one smarted a bit, and he gave her a token wince so she’d have something to fuss over. He had been around long enough to know mortals needed to fret and tend to each other after a fight, to regain some control over something when everything else had been more or less out of it. He would never know the fear of a final death, but he understood it, and he had felt the stain it left behind once or twice in his thousand years.

He lifted the pads of her fingers to his lips and kissed the worry from each one, letting the tingle of magic distract her from their ordeal long enough to steal another kiss from her mouth. “See? I’m fine.”

He might have been, but she wasn’t — with her worrying hands at last sated to stillness, Zadimus could see where blood had dried beneath her fingernails, where boiling ichor had stained her knuckles an angry red, where she’d cut her lip either with her own teeth or while she was ripping the wraith apart. Flecks of darkness stubbornly clung to the outer edges of her irises. There was that glimpse again: scarlet braid, leather and metal, sturdy hips and silk-over-steel thighs, and the most vibrantly green eyes he’d ever seen.

There was nothing hard about Dillon except her damned head, but she hadn’t lived through war, famine, pestilence — only a pale horse roamed her pastures, yet she was neither afraid of its bray nor its bite. Her struggles all lived in her heart, and somehow it had still remained as chiffon-soft as the rest of her.

He’d recognize those eyes anywhere, though. Like sunlight reflecting off a dragon’s scales, sharp as a sword and twice as lethal, and when he found himself caught in her gaze—

“Zadimus?”

—the tenderness stabbed him with want so deep, so fathomless, he thought it might actually kill him.

Her lip split again when he crushed his mouth against hers. Blood and moss. She tasted like blood and moss and something ancient, something wild. Energy sparked against his teeth, a volley of arrows meant to take out his fortress defenses, and the energy within him answered in kind, pouring over her tongue and down her throat.

The backs of his thighs collided with the kitchen table. Fuck it. Zadimus let her push him back, spreading his wings across the surface and over the sides like a tablecloth. “People eat here, Dillon,” he teased, even as he helped her climb over him.

She bit his nipple.

Interlude II: Bad Blood

“Pamela Foster,” the newcomer clipped. “Castlebury Park. Sorry I’m late, the homeowner’s association meeting ran long because some people don’t seem to understand neighborhood beautification standards exist for a reason, and a black garage door is an eyesore.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Acheron,” Sterling hissed. His chair scraped as he rose, knocking into his hovering servant. If he noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it. “This? This is the fabled new bloodline? What’s she going to do, ask to speak to the manager?”

“Mister La Croix and I have already spoken, actually, thank you.” Pam took her seat at the end of the table. Acheron didn’t miss the mild panic flitting across Jedediah’s face and the subtle scoot of his chair away from her. Interesting. “We’re here because of my turning, correct?”

“A completely new bloodline hasn’t appeared since the seventeenth century, just mutated from older ones, so this is… most unusual,” Idris explained. “We’re sure you’re perfectly capable, but--”

“But what? I sent in my curriculum vitae, you’re all aware of my leadership capabilities, and further--”

“A leader ain’t just a few fancy words on a piece of paper, Pammy.”

Pam’s eyes narrowed and her mouth pressed into a thin line. Acheron felt his entire body threaten to implode into itself to escape. “Do not interrupt me, Mister… the Dragonheart, is it? Or so help me, you will find out why I was chosen as this line’s progenitor.”

Hagar’s mouth quirked up into an intrigued grin. How long had it been since another member challenged him like that? How long since anyone had?

“Further, I have submitted my territory demarcation through the appropriate channels, so I hardly think an entire meeting is necessary. I’m sure you all have better things to do,” the newcomer concluded. Her shock of bleached-blonde hair seemed to move in a breeze only she could feel. What little of it could move, anyway; the pixie cut looked sprayed and gelled and spiked to within an inch of its life.

Her conclusion once more erupted the room into cacophonous bickering, and again Hagar fired his gun to silence it before Acheron could even raise his voice. A second chunk of plaster joined the first. Pam did not look happy about it, and wouldn’t you know, the big brute actually flinched.

“Can we at least pretend we belong in our respective positions and act with a smidgen of civility? We aren’t werewolves,” Acheron snapped. Seconds later, he was clawing at an invisible hand constricting tighter and tighter around his throat.

“The woman I intend to take as my mate is a werewolf, Mister La Croix.” Pam’s eyes glowed a deep, dusky red. Her clothes swept up in the quickening breeze. “Tread carefully.”

#my fic #sneeps.txt #unlikely adventures #the arsonist chronicles

[impala-dreamer]

Everlong - Chapter Ten

A Supernatural Series

~Y/N has everything she’s ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren’t always what they seem.~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others

Chapter Ten Word Count: 1217

Everlong Masterlist ~ Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works  ~  Buy Me A Coffee  ~  Feedback is Gold

The night was cold; the layers of cotton between Y/N and the air did little to protect her. Her exhale pushed out in a misty puff of air as the chill settled over her. Y/N shuddered and looked to Dean who nodded. 

“Ghost?” she mouthed, confused. 

He shrugged but looked off into the distance, green eyes narrowed, body on alert. 

Annoyed that he’d looked away, she kicked at the dirt between them, digging the tip of her boot into the ground. “I thought this was a wolf,” she hissed. 

Again, Dean shrugged. “I don’t know,” he whispered back. “Maybe we fucked up.” 

Y/N leaned back, offended. “We?” 

“Fine,” he huffed. “Me. I fucked up.” 

A smile broke out across her face and Y/N laughed quietly. “I was just gonna blame it on your brother, but OK there, boss.” 

Back to it, they stalked their way around the old building, silver bullets on the ready, though now possibly useless. Y/N followed behind him, keeping an eye out as Dean checked the back door. Finding it unlocked, he slipped inside and Y/N closed it gently behind her. 

The farmhouse kitchen was flooded with candles. Every surface was covered in wax and flame, illuminating the faded buttery yellow walls and rotting wood cabinets. 

Curious, Y/N pushed ahead and found a brass bowl filled with blood and bone on the counter by the sink. She started down at it for a moment before tossing a look over her shoulder at Dean. 

“Witches?” he asked, right eyebrow raised up high. 

Y/N chewed her lip and took a suspicious look around. Hex bag paraphernalia and animal parts were heaped over the counters in messy piles, and the air smelled of sage and cinnamon. 

“What the fuck, dude?” she sighed, spinning to look at Dean. 

“I don’t know.” 

“But really, what the fuck?” 

He grit his teeth. “I don’t know.” Nodding towards the door, he urged her to follow. “Come on.” 

The door swung outwards and Dean stepped through. It swung back into place before Y/N could get to it, cutting the hunters off from each other for a brief moment. 

A strange yellow powder on the ridge of the door gave her pause and Y/N ran her fingers through it. 

“Sulfer… Seriously, what the hell is going on here?” 

Out of sight, Dean called out to her, his voice tight and laced with panic. 

“Y/N!” 

“Dean! They’re demons!” 

Crashing through the portal, Y/N yelled for him, but his reply was muted.  A black gloved hand was clamped down tight over his lips, a dark figure holding him tight. 

Black eyes flashed as she ran inside the livingroom and Y/N gasped at the scene. Blood and flayed skin trailed over the dull hardwood floor. She slipped through a puddle of muck and spread her arms wide to steady herself. 

The fiend holding Dean laughed. “You’re too late.” 

Y/N’s gaze lifted from the floor to the coffee table in the middle of the room. Next to the fireplace lay Sam’s eviscerated corpse. The flames reflected in his empty, staring eyes and gleamed off the fresh blood that dripped from the cavern of his ruptured chest.

Bile filled her throat but Y/N choked it back down, refusing to lose focus. She lifted her pistol and took aim. Even if she couldn’t kill the demon, she could knock him back and set Dean free. 

Green eyes were wide and sad, wet with pained tears. 

“I got you, Dean,” Y/N said, cocking the gun. 

The demon laughed once more and with a flick of his wrists, snapped Dean’s neck. The hunter crumbled like a stringless puppet, his body just another puddle on the ruined floor. 

Y/N screamed. 

Laughter rang through her head and invisible hands slammed into her, sending her flying back against the wall. The air left her lungs, her bones cracked, her vision blurred. 

“Your turn…” 

The pillow beside her was empty, the blanket undone. The sheets were cold and Dean’s robe was missing. 

Y/N rushed down the hallway, tears streaking her cheeks. She could smell the wax and the blood, feel the heat from the fireplace. The tiles creaked like wood beneath her bare feet as she ran and dread pushed into every cell of her being. 

Sam’s bedroom was empty, his bed neatly made, pillow still dented from his head. 

Her heart was thudding like a jackhammer in her chest as she skidded into the War Room, finding the boys safe and alive, seated across from each other at the big map. The table glowed beneath them, casting strange shadows onto their faces and Y/N nearly collapsed as she ran down the short stack of stairs. 

“Y/N?”

Dean raced to her side, gathering her up into his warm arms. 

She clawed at the lapels of his bathrobe and hid her face in his chest. “You’re alive,” she sobbed. 

He wrapped his arms around her and sighed, looking over at his brother. “I am. Of course I am.” 

Cautiously, Sam appeared at her side and Y/N lunged at him, hands scraping down his chest to make sure everything was in place. 

“You’re OK?” She looked up at him with fearful eyes and held her breath until he answered. 

“I’m good.” He set his hands on her upper arms and dipped his chin to meet her eyeline. “Are you?” 

“Demons,” she said, lips trembling. “And witches, ghosts, I don’t know. They were things- monsters everywhere. Your blood- I slipped in it. You were dead. You died.” 

Sam’s fingers tightened around her. “Hey. Breathe.” He took a deep breath and urged her to do the same. “In… and out… there you go.” 

Y/N gasped, struggling to steady her breathing and copy Sam, but the tremors were fierce and she could see the blood bubbling at the corners of his mouth. 

“Just breathe.” 

“I can’t! You don’t understand.” Giving up, she let her head fall against his chest and his shirt darkened as the blood seeped through. “Fuck!” 

Footsteps echoed from across the room and Y/N pulled herself from the cave of Sam’s arms, spinning to see an angel in the archway. 

Castiel smiled softly and opened his arms at his sides, a small gesture of greeting. 

Y/N didn’t care that he would find it awkward, she ran to him and tossed her arms around his neck. He was stiff and cool as if the autumn air resided within him. He smelled like the wind and she closed her eyes, finding hope by his side. 

“Cas…” 

“Hello, Y/N.” 

She smiled up at him and then turned, glowering at Dean. “You called him?” 

He nodded. “Yeah.” 

Y/N pulled away from Cas and shook her head, anger pulsing behind her eyes. “So you do think something’s wrong with me. What was last night? Just get her drunk to shut her up?”

Dean startled. “No. Not at all.” 

“Then why?” 

His shoulders bowed inward. “You were crying in your sleep, Y/N. Screaming. Whatever this is, it isn’t good.” 

She softened and turned back to the angel. “Do you think you can fix me?” 

Castiel nodded, his blue eyes serious and focused. “I can try.” 

2023 Forever Tags (Always Open! Send an Ask!)

@aditimukul @agirlwithdemonblood @amanda-teaches @akshi8278 @alwayskeepfightingsweetheart @b3autyfuldisast3r @babysimpala @beardburnsupersoldiers @because-imma-lady-assface @bloodline1632 @charred-angelwings @chenshemesh1 @cosicas-cuquis @covered-byroses @djs8891 @deanwinchesterswitch @deansyahtzee @feelmyroarrrr @foxyjwls007 @hobby27 @idreamofdeanie @ilsawasanacrobat @impalaspixie @jawritter @justcallmeasmodeus @kazsrm67 @kittenofdoomage @leigh70 @lovealways-j @lyarr24 @mariekoukie6661 @maggiegirl17 @mistressofallthingsgeeky @pandaxo79 @peachy-vans @roseblue373 @sacriceria @samwellwinchesterthebrave @sexyvixen7 @spideysimpossiblegirl @spnexploration @the-wounded-healer05 @thoughts-and-funnies @vulgar-library

 Series Tag: @globetrotter28 @iamtrash-withrespect @deans-baby-momma

#supernatural fanfiction #angst #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #everlong #series #c10

[freesia-writes]

Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 2 + 3

Howzer stole our hearts when he appeared in TBB, and I wanted to write a bit of a backstory for him. It begins with his newbie days during TCW and stretches to where we last see him in TBB. Enjoy his character arc and some heartwarming romance, action, adventure, yearning, angst, and growth.

Master List of Chapters

Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapters not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death; pregnancy, birthing trauma, and infant loss; sexual assault up to kissing; relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to but not described (no smut, sorry) ;)

I'm gonna double post the short chapters. :) Word Count: 463 and 933

2. Disillusionment

"Look sharp," Hex whispered, and Howzer stood up a bit straighter as Orn Free Taa exited the Senate chamber. Without a word, they both fell into step beside him, escorting him through the hallway. They marched smartly, DC-17s in hand, and it took all of Howzer's self-control to avoid staring at Taa's many quivering chins as he talked about his afternoon plans.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, they were dismissed to wait outside, and Howzer slumped against the building unceremoniously, groaning inwardly at his lot in life. Hex remained standing at attention next to him, and the judgment emanating from him was palpable.

"Why doesn't he have his own Twi'lek guards?" Howzer complained, pulling his helmet off. His hair had grown out a little from the standard military cut they received on Kamino, and it fell to his ears, across his forehead, in thick black pieces. He ran a hand through it, looking at Hex and continuing his protest, "Aren't they supposed to be fierce warriors or something? I mean, the ones back on Ryloth at least?"

Hex shifted his weight slightly; it was clearly not the first time he had heard these complaints. "This is our assignment. We are soldiers of the Republic, assigned to do whatever the Republic needs us to do. Would you like to take it up with the Captain?"

"No," Howzer sighed, rolling his head from one shoulder to the other, "I just didn't get the impression that our training would be preparing us to ensure that a Senator can eat all day long." He could have sworn he heard a quick laugh-turned-cough from Hex, but he decided not to push his luck.

A couple of female Twi'leks passed by on the sidewalk in front of them, and Howzer stood tall immediately, tucking his helmet under his arm and running a hand through his hair again.

"Hey, you two! How would you like a job?" he said, in an insufferably cheesy tone. "I'll hire you right here on the spot. Well, one of you. The other one can come to lunch with me."

Hex let out an audible groan then, and the Twi'leks looked at each other with a shared grimace. But Howzer was unfazed, "Now now, don't fight over it. I know it's a lot to take in all at once. Take your time, sort it out between yourselves, and let me know which one of you is the lucky lady who gets to hit the town with me."

At that, they simply turned and continued on their way, gliding down the sidewalk in a cloud of eyerolls and wrinkled noses. Howzer resumed his lean against the wall, sighing in defeat.

"Their loss."

***

Ch. 3 - Potential

Aurelia wiped the cloth across the bar counter mindlessly as she watched an hourglass-shaped BD-3000 luxury droid moving to the beat with a predictable series of motions, fully holding the clone captain's attention as he bopped along next to her. A smile crept onto Aurelia's face, accompanied by the mild fondness she always felt at the clones' behaviors.

She had worked at 79s for a few months, considering it a "place holder" while she figured out a more long-term career plan. She simultaneously had far too many aspirations at once while also feeling overwhelmed and paralyzed by all of them, settling instead to cater to the needs of a rowdy crowd most nights while she daydreamed about the possibilities.

"Whatcha thinkin about, beautiful?" came an exceedingly smooth clone voice, bringing her back to reality, and her eyes snapped into focus to see Pivot leaning on the bar across from her. She smiled, swatting her washcloth at him playfully.

"Just pining for your return, of course," Aurelia responded quickly, flipping the cloth over her shoulder and bending down to prepare his usual drink. He had been coming there long before she started, and he was as comforting as he was harmless. She had initially been put off by what seemed like advances, but when she realized there was nothing behind them other than flattery and fun, she relaxed and played along.

"Well, feast your eyes," Pivot answered, sliding some credits across the counter to her as she poured the drink from the shaker into a highball glass. She plopped a couple bright berries on the top and pushed it toward him.

"Consider them feasted."

Pivot laughed, giving her a playful salute as he scooped up his glass and made his way back to his squad in a corner booth.

***

"I mean, if you think about it, it seems like such a simple solution," Howzer said, gesturing abstractly with one hand. "I can't wait to show them what some real strategy looks like."

"I'm sure they'll be grateful," purred the Mirialan next to him, cupping her face in her hand and resting an elbow on the table, looking up at him with admiration.

"Well, it's what we were made for," he answered, puffing up a bit more. This had been going surprisingly well, and he fought to keep his composure. "So, any other plans tonight?"

She shook her head demurely, muttering something about unpacking some cargo crates.

"I've got a little something you can unpack," Howzer chortled, "If you need some practice."

"Ugh," came the reply, and she quickly excused herself without another word. He leaned back in the booth, allowing a brief sigh before regathering himself and rising to his feet. He ambled to the bar counter, scanning the room for any familiar faces long the way and seeing none. He missed Sprint, who was his usual companion when his romantic pursuits came up empty, and consoled himself by imagining what sort of missions his brother may have been enjoying.

"Can I get you anything?"

Howzer looked up, finding the bartender waiting patiently across from him, wiping a glass as she regarded him with a slightly tilted head. Now this he could work with. He leaned jauntily against the counter, flashing his roguish grin and turning on the charm.

"Listen, I know you probably have a lot of questions, but before we dive in, you can go ahead and take a moment to soak it all in. I'm sure you're wondering how you, of all people, managed to find the best-looking clone, right here in your own bar."

Aurelia smirked at the blatant irony of his phrase, fully prepared with a tongue-in-cheek response, "'Best-looking clone'? Did they teach you about irony on Kamino?"

"They taught us about everything," Howzer returned evenly, "So if you've got any questions, I'd be happy to let you in on all the mysteries of the galaxy." He raised one eyebrow with a distinctly fiendish air, eyes roving from her curly black hair to her full lips. Her nose was a bit beakish, but she had pretty eyes, dark and intelligent.

"Wow. What an offer," she marveled, pressing the back of a hand to her forehead as if about to faint. This came with the territory, sure, but could also become tiresome. She yearned for any conversation of substance, but was realizing more and more that this was not the atmosphere for that. "In the meantime... Can I get you anything?"

"I'll take a fizz, thanks, but what about you? What are your wildest dreams?" Howzer inquired, eager to continue their exchange.

"To sit under a tree on a cloudy day and read poetry from an actual book," Aurelia answered without missing a beat. She turned to get a bottle from the refrigerator behind her, missing the flash of surprise on Howzer's face. He looked serious for a moment, something working its way through his brain, but was back to his cocky little show when she turned back around.

"Wow," he bantered, "What refined taste you have. I'll get right on that." He exchanged his credits for the bottle, then offered a hand, "The name's Howzer."

"Aurelia," she responded, shaking his hand and secretly hoping his desire for attention had been satisfied.

"Aurelia," he echoed, trying it on for size, "Fancy name for a fancy lady. Alright, Aurelia. I'll be seeing you. Try to hold it together until we meet again." Howzer popped the cap from the bottle, flipped it toward her like a coin, gave her a wink, and sauntered off.

Feel free to tag a friend who loves Howzer, or comment to be added to the tag list! <3

@mary-on-the-contrary @doublesunsets @523rdrebel

#the bad batch #tbb #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars fanfiction #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb fanfiction #commander howzer #captain howzer #howzer #tbb howzer #the bad batch howzer #clone trooper howzer #howzer x oc #star wars fanfics #star wars fic #star wars #star wars fluff

[cat-in-a-fedora]

(credit to @stardustkay​ for the image)

Ok, so, one of @moringmark​‘s comics (https://www.reddit.com/r/TheOwlHouse/comments/vl5c68/eda_taught_her_well/) gave me a through: exactly how many crimes has Luz committed in the show? I went through the episode list, and just tried to list out the ones I remembered, but holy cow, it was still so much!

1.1: A Lying Witch and a Warden

Breaking and entering (breaking into the Conformatorium)

Theft (Stealing King’s crown and Francois from the contraband locker)

Starting a prison riot

Assaulting a government official (Warden wrath)

1.2: Witches Before Wizards

Accessory to Murder (When Eda ate Adegast)

1.3: I Was a Teenage Abomination

Trespassing (into Hexide despite knowing she wasn’t allowed)

Assisting in academic dishonesty (Idk if this is a crime. Please correct me if I’m wrong)

1.4 : The Intruder

Use of wild magic and being a wild witch. I’m not gonna record every instance, because this applies for basically the whole rest of the show.

1.6: Hooty's Moving Hassle

Disturbing the Peace

Destruction of private property (Tibbles’ night market stand)

1.7: Lost in Language

Breaking & Entering (into the Bonesborough Public Library with Ed and Em.)

Vandalism (She wrote in a book to try and save Amity.)

1.8: Once Upon a Swap

Destruction of Government Property (the wall of the Bonesborough police precinct)

1.9: Something Ventured, Someone Framed

Destruction of public property (The detention room)

1.13: The First Day

Studying multiple tracks at once (again, idk if this is actually a crime, but it seems like it would be. Though if it is, it could be principal Bump in trouble instead.)

1.15: Understanding Willow

Entering the mind of another person (Eda outright says it’s “partially illegal”)

1.18: Agony of a Witch

Breaking & Entering

Attempted theft of government property (The healing hat)

1.19: Young Blood, Old Souls

Stepping on grass (Realistically, I know this was a gag, but she did get arrested for it, so I’m counting it.)

Multiple counts of assaulting government officials (Warden Wrath, various guards, Lilith, Emperor Belos, and Kikimora.)

Attempted Murder (She went for Belos’ head. I call lethal intent.)

Prison break (Broke Eda, King, and Lilith out of their cell, preventing their execution.)

2.1: Separate Tides

Obstruction of a law enforcement officer (Lied to hunter about having killed the selkidomus, stopping him from succeeding in his mission.)

2.2: Escaping Expulsion

Aiding in an illegal weapons trade (Hunter did come in at the end and tell the Blights that the Abomaton were considered a private army, and Luz had tried to help sell them)

2.6: Hunting Palismen

Assaulting a government official (Yeeting Hunter off his airship)

Obstruction of a law enforcement officer (by refusing to give hunter his staff to prove his identity to his subordinates, and also by drugging Kikimora with the sleeping mist to keep her from returning to the castle with the palismen)

Theft (the palismen, and also some added on livestock theft with Kiki’s hand dragon)

2.10: Yesterday's Lie

Aiding & Abetting (Got Vee to steal the Hexes Hold’em cards from the museum office)

Acomplice to Fraud (It’s not identity theft now that Vee has Luz’s blessing, but she’s still pretending to be someone she’s not and benefiting from it.)

2.11: Follies at the Coven Day Parade

Disturbing the peace (crashing the parade with mist glyph circles and siccing Hooty on the guards to cause pandemonium)

Aiding a kidnapping (doing the above crime to knowingly help Eda kidnap Raine)

Resisting arrest (Luz and Amity fighting back against Kikimora at the docks)

2.14: Reaching Out

Participating in an underground fighting ring (The Bonesborough Brawl)

2.16: Hollow Mind

Entering the mind of another person (Belos)

Espionage (To get information against Belos)

2.19: O Titan, Where Art Thou

Impersonating a guard (to break into the precinct)

Theft (Francois and the Palistrom wood)

2.20: Clouds on the Horizon

Impersonating a guard (sneak through Blight Industries)

2.21: King's Tide

Assaulting the head of state (Belos)

Attempted assassination (Belos. She may not have wanted him to die - she wanted him to stop the draining spell - but the coven brand would have killed him, and she knew it.)

In conclusion:

Tell me if I missed something, or if I got something wrong.

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #be gay do crime

[vanillaarts]

Oh yeah I do a lot of writing too btw

An awkward robbery

TW: For profanity

(Bonnie, Domino, and River all belong to Maë910do)

“How long are we gonna wait here..?” River asked.

“Until at least someone passes through. After that we leave.” Bonnie said.

“Fine… oh! Here’s a guy now!” They heard the footsteps on the gravel path and readied their weapons. Then the three illagers popped out of the bush in front of the hero.

“Give us your emeralds!” Bonnie aimed a crossbow at her. “Now.”

Quinn looked up at the three of them, unimpressed.

“Clearly you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” She said. She didn’t seem scared, even startled, by them, which annoyed them.

“We weren’t looking for anyone. Now, give us what you got!” Domino said threateningly, coming up to her and looming over her.

Quinn casually handed him a tiny coin bag. He opened it and pulled out two small iron pieces and one gold one.

No emeralds.

The illagers didn’t say anything, and Quinn didn’t know what to do.

“I don’t have any money, guys. Well, not at least the stuff you want. So…” Quinn held out her hand, expecting the three coins back.

River instead grabbed her wrist.

“Well, if you can’t give us any… why don’t you find us some?”

Now, finally, the hero looked worried.

After about half an hour they brought the tied-up hero to cave.

“I’m not working for you guys!” Quinn yelled at them.

“Oh my god can you shut up?!?!” Bonnie yelled at Quinn. The rage was not uncalled for. Quinn had been talking nonstop at them for the past fifteen minutes.

They threw her in and covered the opening with another large rock. There was a space above the large stone, but there was no way she would get over such a smooth stone.

“Fuck you…” she said in human english.

“What was that?” River called, laughing through the area above the stone.

“Fuck you!!!” She yelled in illager, being fluent in both.

“Why not take out that anger with a pickaxe and get us some diamonds?!” The three laughed and left her there.

Quinn sighed and sat by the wall.

She had no idea what to do. All she had was a lantern and the pickaxe by the wall. They took basically all of her stuff. Her food, herbs for Hex, potions, and her battlestaff.

She was pissed about that.

She thought for a while, and started eliminating all options.

1. She couldn’t go through where she came in, it was blocked off with the stone

2. There was no way she would work like that for some illagers who robbed her

Basically the only option was to go further into the cave and see if there was another way out.

So, she took the two items and went on her way.

Every time there was an intersection she would go into the higher cave, hoping it would lead to a way out.

Usually, when the illagers stuck someone in a cave like that, the victim would have been frightened enough by them to do what they wanted. While yes, Quinn was worried, she refused to do something as taking as mining for someone else.

She had been walking for who knows how long and taken down who knows how many mobs when she found something that gave her much hope.

Sunlight.

As Quinn jumped into the light she shielded her eyes to find herself at the bottom of a small ravine. From where she was, she knew she could get out, so she left the lamp and pickaxe there and started to jump up onto the ridges and climb.

After a long while and a few tumbles and falls, Quinn reached the top, tired.

She decided to leave her stuff behind. She was completely exhausted and had no weapon, having left the pickaxe behind. Trying to fight three illagers like that she knew was a horrible idea and would only get her stuck again.

Quinn started walking towards the village. Despite having crawled out of a ravine, she knew the general direction to go in.

Quinn walked back to the village, tired and hungry, grumbling to herself about the predicament she was just in.

The three sat by the fire.

“Wanna check on that hero? Maybe sitting there she got something done.” Bonnie said.

“Fine…” Domino got up and they moved the stone out of the way for him. He walked in.

“How much do you guys bet she did nothing?” He asked the other two as he entered.

The first thing he noticed was that the items they laid out for the hero were gone.

For a moment he realized he may have lost the bet.

Domino kept walking. After a long while of calling and searching he found the axe and lantern outside the ravine. The torn vines and fallen stones told Domino what happened.

She escaped.

He started to think they might have underestimated the short hero.

He walked back the other two.

“So…” River didn’t see anything in Dominos hands.

“She escaped.” Domino casually said, sitting down.

“What?!” Bonnie said, surprised. “That bitch. If I find her…” She growled, standing up.

“Yeah. I don’t recommend going looking for her. She could have been gone hours ago and you’ll never find her.” Domino said.

Bonnie grumbled but sat back down.

Domino snapped the hero’s purple staff in half and threw it into the fire for fuel. They stayed for the night.

No one really won, and they all knew it.

Quinn lost all of her stuff, but the illagers got nothing useful (to them) out of it, either.

#minecraft oc #minecraft dungeons #minecraft fanfiction

[blackjackkent]

The Hag Survivors Support Group building is locked, and there's a note in the mailbox:

The door's not hard to pick, so in we go.

Hector immediately perception-checks a note on the table inside.

Hm. I think we missed the meeting. Although apparently they pissed off a hag themselves, so maybe that's a good thing.

The only other things in the building are a number of leftover flyers and a "Barely-Legible Letter":

Old Garlow's, it seems, is not far off - just on the other side of the central wall, so we'll just wander straight over there while it's on our minds. Cos based on our experience with Ethel, if these people have pissed off a hag, they're gonna need our help.

The building has definitely seen better days; there's a note in the mailbox indicating it's been condemned. In we go once again.

("Nothing but DOOM AND GLOOM in the Gazette since Gortash died!" complains a woman wandering by while we pick the lock. Well, ma'am, get ready for the front page story about THE CUTEST CAT YOU'VE EVER SEEN when it comes out tomorrow. It's gonna knock your socks off.)

Stepping inside the building, we can immediately hear some members of the support group on the ground floor talking... and a very ominous giggling laugh from upstairs.

The woman at the head of the group - a cleric of Helm, based on her ambient dialogue - immediately rounds on Hector and his companions as they approach. "An intruder?" she snaps. "These people are under my protection. I'll not let you harm them! Hearken to my words, wicked creature. Return to the pit of evil from whence you came!"

The dragonborn in the back has the wildest head design and I love it. So round and smooth!

Oh, shit, no, we're not the hag, calm down.

Hector IMMEDIATELY likes this woman. :D

"Calm down! I seek no trouble!" he says, spreading his hands in a placating gesture.

"Don't listen! Who knows what spells it weaves around us! Quickly, cleric!"

"Helm! Protecter of all! Grant me the power to ignite this creature's flesh and burn its bones to ash! Begone, monster, your hag mother holds no power here!"

Oh, she's fantastic. Can we bring her with us?

[CLERIC][PERSUASION] "Wait--" Hector says hastily. "I'm no hagspawn - I'm a faithful adherent, just like you."

"Wait - no hagspawn would speak like that." The woman's shoulders relax and her hand falls back to her side; she looks visibly relieved. "Forgive the paranoia. We're being hunted by a vile and wicked hag. We feared you her minion. She's already hexed one of us - and any of us could be next."

(A/N: Jaheira looks SO SHORT compared to the party of behemoths she's traveling with. XD )

"I've fought a hag before," Hector says gravely. "No easy task."

It's odd to think back on that time, so early in their adventures. He was much more afraid then, he reflects absently. He was a different man. He's still afraid now, of course, but of much bigger, much more terrifying things. Ethel feels like a distant memory, a monster fought in a dream.

Hope flashes through the young woman's eyes. "Really? You should join us, then. You see, all of us here have fallen victim to a hag's vicious ways. But instead of succumbing to despair, we rose above it. Thanks to Mayrina, our leader. Together, we've been helping others who've suffered at the claws of a hag. Only... Mayrina's been hexed by the very hag who now hunts us."

Oh, no way. :O

"Mayrina?" Hector says, startled. "I know her! She was captured by Auntie Ethel!"

"You're the one that saved her? The one that ventured to the depths of Ethel's lair?" The cleric looks him up and down in puzzlement. "I can hardly believe it. You look so... normal."

(A/N: That's one of the nicest comments on his appearance that Hector has ever received tbh.)

She gestures towards the building's stairs. "By Helm, perhaps there is hope. If anyone can help Mayrina, it's you. She's upstairs... but be warned, she's not as you remember her."

...Well, that sounds ominous. HECTOR TO THE RESCUE!

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #hector would have made a good follower of helm too i think

[redandbrown]

The Battle

Hermione felt bile rise in her throat as the panic started to build. Ron took a step closer to her, his eyes trained on her face studying her intently.

“Ron, we have to do something,” she breathed quickly, finally looking at him, eyes imploring him to understand.

Ron took another step towards her. He was so close, she instinctively took one back.

“Hermione you’re muggle-born and Harry Potter’s best friend. They’ll kill you. You can’t go. Please, Hermione,” Ron took another step towards her and wrapped his large hands around her waist protectively.

Hermione’s breath hitched at the gesture. Ron had never touched her so intimately.

“Ron, I… um..” Hermione closed her eyes and took a breath to regain her focus. Easier said than done when Ron’s strong hands were wrapped around her waist and those pale blue eyes were staring at her.

Ron had changed quite a bit in their past year on the run. His fire red hair had gotten so long during their horcrux hunt that he had taken to wearing it in a ponytail, giving him a resemblance to his older brother Bill. But his build was much more muscular than his eldest sibling. He had gained quite a bit of it from quidditch back in sixth year, but his features had somehow hardened since last summer. His jaw was more square, and his shoulders had become broader, seeming to have caught up with his height.

Ron stepped forward yet again and Hermione danced backwards another step.Finally Hermione found her voice again.

“Ron, we have to help them. There are muggleborns in Hufflepuff too. I can’t sit here when I know I can help. Wait, what do you mean ‘I can’t go?’ What about you? Why wouldn’t we go together?”

Another step in her direction.

The battle was raging strong, and they had just gotten word that the death eaters had overwhelmed the Hufflepuffs’ house. They were already separating the pure bloods from the known muggleborns keeping them each in their own holding area.

Hermione’s mind started racing the minute the news had been delivered, recalling hidden passageways around that part of the castle, thinking of strategies to get the students to safety.

Like most of the Gryffindors, Ron and Hermione had been fiercely guarding the floors that led up to their house. Harry had left a while ago to find the lost diadem.

“I can help them while you fight up here with the DA. You’ll have much more help. Tonks and Remus are here as well. I’ll take Neville and Dean with me. We’ll find a way to get the Hufflepuffs out.”

Ron took a step forward. Hermione retreated again with Ron’s hands still on her waist, but this time her back hit the wall.

“Ronald Weasley, if you think I’m just going to sit here like some damsel in distress, while helpless witches and wizards could be dying, then you don’t know me at all!” she shouted at him.

Who did he think he was anyway?

Ron’s jaw clenched. “Yeah. I figured you weren’t gonna go for that.”

His hands still on her waist he started to lean down towards her face. For a wild second, she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead his mouth came to rest by her ear, his cheek touching hers.

“I won’t let them take you from me again,” he whispered to her.

As she was absorbing the meaning of his words, Ron stepped back suddenly and spun Hermione around three times quickly towards the opposite wall.

Out of nowhere, an open door appeared and Ron practically launched Hermione through it.

Hermione lost her footing and fell on a pile of cushions right inside the door.

“We’ll be back soon! Don’t hex me!” Ron ran away towards the stairs.

Hermione jumped to her feet and ran as well, but the door immediately closed on her. She tried the doorknob and it was locked.

“Alohamora,” she muttered pointing her wand. Nothing.

The Room of Requirement. She was in the Room of Requirement she realized quickly. People normally paced in front of the door to get it to reveal itself, but apparently it had accepted Ron’s three quick spins as adequate.

Ron! That sneaky, ginger-headed git! He had used the Room of Requirement to trap her while he went to help the Hufflepuffs without her.

Oh she was definitely going to hex him!

If he thought those canaries were bad, he was in for a world of surprise!

Hermione started rapid-firing spells at the door knob, but it was no use. She banged on the door and yelled, but nobody heard her.

Then without warning the door opened of it’s own accord. She looked at her watch. She estimated she had been in there almost 20 minutes.

She sprinted out the door fighting mad.

“Pyrocephus!” She yelled at the first death eater she saw, who was dueling Parvati. The death eater’s hair burst into flames. He dropped his wand in a panic, and Parvati stunned him.

Hermione never stopped moving. She was going to catch up with Ron, and when this war was over, she was gonna hex his bullocks off! Well maybe not those. She hadn’t seen them yet, and she would like to know what Ron looked like naked with all his fun parts still intact…

“Focus, Granger!” she told herself.

But before she could make it to the Hufflepuff dungeons, she saw a swarm of Hufflepuffs racing up the stairs. The older ones joining in any duel they could find. The younger ones heading for safer cover.

Behind them came Neville, Dean, and Ron. The Gryffindors forked off with Dean and Neville heading back towards Gryffindor tower and Ron trotting towards Hermione.

“You did it,” Hermione said staring at Ron.

Ron smirked at her. “Still that tone of surprise,” he said in mock indignation.

He grabbed her hand and started pulling her toward the second floor.

“C’mon! We have to go to the Chamber of Secrets.”

“What! Why?”

“You know the basilisk Harry killed in second year? Well I figure nobody has been visiting there or anything, so there’s a good chance his corpse is still there, right?”

They had reached the second floor girls’ lavatory.

“Yeah…” Hermione said slowly, figuring out where he was going with this.

They stopped in front of the sinks, both breathless from running. Ron faced her.

“Basilisk corpse. Basilisk fangs,” he grinned at her.

“Ron that’s brilliant!” She was thoroughly impressed.

As they made their way into the Chamber, Hermione thought this war had better end quickly. She had some unfinished business with Ron Weasley. Like pinning him against the wall and kissing him silly.

#ron and hermione fanfiction #oneshots #romione fanfic #ron weasley #ronald weasley #protective #romione fanfiction #romione

[r7iverett]

OC Info!!

I do have askable ocs, but might as well give some info about em! :3 All info can be found below.

Fay:

* She/they pronouns * Can be a bit brutally honest at times * Doesn’t like whisky. Doesn’t like any alcohol actually (she doesn’t know why Devin calls her Whisky. No idea.) * Has been physically injured a lot, especially her chest. Despite this, she’s really strong and durable! * Usually not very nice * It’s very common she’ll be a tad bit aggressive towards you (unless you’re one of her friends, aka Devin) * Enjoys strong things (sense-wise, excluding touch. Examples are like. Strong beverages or scents)

Cayleb:

* He/they pronouns * Super nice and chill! * Probably the most brave yet least brave corrupt in the tower * Never takes off his construction hat unless he’s sleeping; it gives a sense of comfort * Often tried to use body language to communicate, but has slowly gotten used to being verbal * Works in high-up areas, is NOT afraid of heights in the slightest * He fell off of his work place once. He was totally fine, somehow. He just had to get another construction hat.

Chip:

* He/him pronouns * Really nice and chill actually!! * Don’t mention Saturn (the planet or the oc of mine) as he’s gonna get really upset (as, well. Saturn is missing) * Probably touch starved * Good childhood, horrible adulthood * Super nice; one of the only corrupts in the tower that actually doesn’t want to corrupt paradise. * Quite the artist (although he denies it)!!

Devin:

* He/him pronouns * Often quite rude to every except his friend, Whisky (Aka Fay, he just calls her Whisky for some reason. She doesn’t even like whisky though so the nickname is questionable) * Hates people in general, honestly * Despises Blitz, wants him gone * He’s being forced to answer any questions he gets lmao. He does NOT wanna be here * He owns a two-headed battle axe! He carries it on his back. * Called a “mean guy” 24/7. He doesn’t even deny it either he just lets people call him that

Hex / Hexa:

* They/she pronouns * Local genderfluid guardian!! (Cube somehow died or went missing and they became the new guardian) * Bro she wouldn’t hurt a fly. Seriously. She feels bad for those things * She’s been slammed against a wall and knocked out before. It wasn’t very fun * Probably needs therapy, refuses to get it * Claustrophobic as hell * Not a very touchy person, doesn’t like physical contact very much unless you ask