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yee-fxcking-haw · 3 years

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•Save Me Again•

Summary: Ouchies :/ some hurt+comfort with Kiri. Its a rough mission for Red Riot, his anxiety gets to him, you pick up the pieces.

Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima x NBreader (both 18+)

Warnings: Angst, panic attacks, mentions of blood, death, grounding tactics (five senses method)

Word Count: 1,605

A/N: Wrote this with a big achey heart at five in the morning. It hurts. Sorry y'all lmao.

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The images flashing on the television are nothing short of horrendous, they're devastating and gorey. It leaves you feeling painfully sick and hopeless. You cling to Eiji's shirt, crying into the fabric every time a life is lost. The anchorman is talking, but his words are lost somewhere between the speakers and your ringing ears.

A particularly gruesome death is shown, you feel your body sob, but again can't process any sound. Where is he? Where the hell is he?

The screen cuts to blue, some well worded message about sparing the audience of graphic content flashes on it.

You have to breathe, you have to keep moving, you have to focus. You can't though, your lungs won't fill, your body won't budge, and your brain won't settle.

He's ok. He's built for this.

-But, he's cities away, and you haven't heard from him or seen evidence of him on the news… so, what if he isn't ok?

Those villains weren't anything he hasn't faced before, but there were so many of them. More bloodthirsty than usual, more reckless. Now, with the stupid news cut off, you have to just wait and hope to whoever the hell is running this shitshow that Eiji is holding his own.

The secret feed. Fucking hell the secret news feed.

Being a loved one of a Pro, you're connected to a secret news feed that covers events like this uncensored. It's something his commission came up with, not long after you had your first severe panic attack from not knowing if he was alive or dead on a similar mission.

Your phone is torn from your pocket, thumbs flying with urgency as you pull up the feed.

With nearly supernatural timing, the camera pans to Eijirou, who's covered head to toe in ash, debris, and blood.

"Oh, baby…" You choke out, hand reaching for him subconsciously.

In his strong arms, wrapped in rock hard safety, is the limp body of a little boy. Blood seeps from an open gash on his head, it looks deep, it looks serious.

Eiji's face is hard to read, it always is when he's in mission mode. He looks focused, but shaken, resolute, but disturbed.

You watch as he brings the boy to a medic who promptly has him laid out on a stretcher. His pulse is checked, followed by a slow, mournful shake of the medics head.

Then Eijirou's face falls, you can see his heart shredding as if it's his own child laying there.

You cry for him, your heart cracks and falls apart as you watch him realize he was too late. You know what he's thinking, you know he doesn't think he's helping, or that he should even be there.

You know he doesn't think he's a Hero.

You watch helplessly as they stabilize the situation, capture the villains, and clean up the mess. Every time the camera is on Red, your heart breaks all over again. He's not doing well, the rock has been shaken.

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When the front door finally opens, you freeze completely. You should run to him, you should say something, but what would you do? What would you say?

So, you wait. You take in his battered form, the blood, the falling hair, the broken eyes. He shucks off as much of his hero gear as he can.

His eyes stay on the ground as he walks over to you with heavy feet. He slumps down on the couch, elbows on his knees as he buries his face in his filthy hands. He smells like battle, an almost offensive smell, but something you're used to.

After a tense moment of heavy silence, a trembling sob rattles through his exhausted body.

You want to throw yourself on him, wrap around him and coddle him, but you know you have to wait.

"Can I touch you?" You question softly, trying to remember all the steps you need to take to ground somebody when they're shaken up like this.

His only reply is grabbing you by the waist so he can pull you into his lap. His arms lock around your body, his face buried into your chest, and he just cries.

The cries turn to sobs that turn to screams. All sent somewhere deep inside you, somewhere dark and hopeless. Your fingers are in his hair, as soothing as they can be when you're shaking this much.

"I know, baby… I know." You whisper, tears covering your cheeks as you break with him.

"No." He chokes, he says it like he's fighting something, like he doesn't want it to happen.

"You don't know, nobody knows." It isn't accusatory, it isn't angry, it's just painful.

You wait for a moment, unsure of your footing, trying to calculate what to do next.

You have to diffuse somehow, you have to bring him back down. He's nearly hyperventilating, and you don't want him to go through a panic attack. You know you can handle him, but when Eiji panics, it does a real number on him.

"Honey, can you feel me?" You ask cautiously, digging your fingers into his matted hair, squeezing your body around his.

He nods as another gut wrenching sob rips from his throat.

"Ok, good, baby, that's good." You coax.

"You can hear my voice, right? Can I hear yours, please?"

He takes a moment to pull breath into the bottom of his lungs, pressing the side of his face against your sternum.

"I'm here. I'm right here." He answers, just like you practiced.

"Thank you, thank you for being here." You lean back slightly, a bit difficult with how tightly he's holding you. When he feels you shift away, his breathing picks up again, his hands hold on painfully and he shakes his head frantically.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. I'm not leaving." You reassure him, reaching for the water bottle on the table beside the couch.

You guide his face towards yours with a gentle hand on his jaw. He's a mess of tears and snot and blood. His eyes are more bloodshot than you've ever seen them, lips quivering, eyebrows drawn tight with anxiety.

It makes you want to cry as hard as he is, but you can't. If you cry, he'll want to save you, and he's done enough saving for today.

You bring the bottle to his lips, tipping it up and making him drink. He closes his eyes as he takes in the cold water, undoubtedly dehydrated.

"You can taste that, right?" You ask as you pull it away after a few long drinks.

He'll want to chug it, but he can't, it'll make his stomach hurt.

"I can." He answers, almost like a robot, but it's better than nothing.

"Thank you, Eiji, you're ok. I'm here." You remind him.

"Can I take your shirt off?" You ask.

He nods slowly, following the lead you've taken on the situation.

Your shirts are both discarded, as soon as you're rid of the fabric you grab the blanket off the back of the couch and throw it around your back before pressing your bare torsos together.

You've learned that skin to skin is the best way to ground him. As you expect, he melts into your warmth, bringing you back down against him so he can hide his face in your neck.

"You smell nice." He whispers, picking up the senses where you left off, it makes you swell with pride.

"Good, thank you baby, what else is there?" You prompt, willing him to keep going.

"I see our home." He sniffles.

"That's right. You're home. You have me. You're safe." You repeat it a few more times.

Between gentle touches, soft kisses, and extensive reassurance, his breathing settles and his tears stop falling.

"I don't think I should be out there." He finally whispers after several moments of slowly breathing together.

You don't answer, you don't combat it. You both know he should be out there, but you know he needs to get this out, so you let him.

"I couldn't even save one k-kid." The heartbreak in his eyes is immeasurable, inconsolable, it makes you fall apart in a thousand different ways.

You don't speak, you don't fabricate comfort with sweet words. You just let him cry again, full bodied into your neck. He'll do this a few times, settle then fall apart again. You'll be patient, sit there with your glue and tape and piece him back together.

"You saved me." You remind him quietly, recalling how you met.

He truly did, you were almost collateral damage, just another tally mark on the wall counting lives lost to villains. However, one Hero, one brilliant Hero, saved your poor civilian ass.

He pulls away to blink up at you, eyes swollen and wet, broken and searching.

"You saved me." He breathes.

Your forehead falls against his.

"We save each other. That's enough. You're doing enough." You assure him, knowing he needs to hear it.

The push and pull goes on for a little while, you let him break, you stitch him back up. You wipe the dirt and blood from his body, kissing the bruises, reminding him you're real. You clean him up and talk him down, until his body is wrapped around yours in bed.

He cries himself to sleep in your arms, tears falling more slowly, the result of a dull ache that will linger for days. It'll stay this way for a bit, an unstable back and forth, but you'll be here. You'll reach down and pull him up, you'll save him like he saved you.

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doubleshotofsomething · 3 years

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Come Into My Life

This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan‘s 500 followers’ writing competition. This is a Thor fanfiction series inspired on the song “Entra en mi Vida”. I had a blast writing it and I loved the song even more.

Song Prompt: ”Entra en mi vida” by Sin Bandera

Warnings: none??

Author’s note: Okay, all seriousness guys, what the fuck? So, you guys just...let me call Ghost “Shadow” and didn’t bother to correct me? really guys? really?? Is this where we are now? woooow, there’s no autocorrect here.

Summary: You and Thor just can’t seem to be on the same page, about anything.

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“You seem to think this is something you can hide from.”

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Part Two: Después de cinco minutos, ya eras alguien especial

Mjölnir kept disappearing. But that could have been Steve's fault. Or Vision. So, that's understandable.

Then Stormbreaker kept disappearing as well. There was no Vision. And Steve had long given up his avenging days.

Both weapons came back, they always did. But Stormbreaker seemed to be adamant in taking its sweet time. Which, under any circumstances, wouldn't be a problem. Except, Thor is still an Avenger. He still has work - work that required his weapon - to do.

You were in the kitchen with Sam, arguing - like you always did - about something when Thor walked in, looking for that damned axe.

You had met a handful of times, but you tended to avoid the group as much as you could. Sam, Shadow and Hope were as far as you were willing to go, Thor had realised, and socialising with you didn't seem all too appealing to him.

Thor wasn't focusing on either of you, eyes too busy dancing around the room as he tied his hair back. The quinjet was set to leave in fifteen minutes and all that was missing from his battle attire was that cursed thing.

"This is exactly why I don't like coming here-" your complaining broke through his cloud of thought and his eyes went to you. "--seriously, Sam, you are the worst host ever. What am I supposed to do with you gone?"

Sam rolled his eyes, rolling his shoulders back a bit before attaching his wings. "Talk to people. Your favourite cyborg is staying behind, so you two can talk about those babies you wanted to give him."

You scoffed and reached over the counter for the sugar dispenser. "The love of my life is currently sulkin--"

Before you could grab the sugar, your fingers instinctively wrapped around a wooden staff. Sam, too focused on making sure he had everything he needed, missed the complete look of annoyance on your face and shock on Thor's face.

There, in your hand, was Stormbreaker. His Stormbreaker. And, instead of being confused, you sighed and tossed it aside before grabbing the sugar as you had intended to. As if nothing had happened.

"Damn thing needs a leash," you mumbled to yourself, stirring the sugar into the originally-Sam's-but-now-yours tea.

Asgard was no stranger to prophecies. And Thor had heard enough of them growing up to tell which was a farce. But this...

No...

It couldn't be...

Surely, it was a temporary glitch. It had to be.

Because a dying star couldn't have forged a King's weapon, only so an idiot could easily wield it.

It's not that Thor thought you were stupid or not worthy. It's just that he thought you were an idiot and a complete nutcase.

You put a target on your back and refused any security that Fury had to offer. You're still convinced that your Uber driver won't do you any harm. And you sleep with your bedroom window unlocked.

You were an idiot.

A complete and utter idiot.

So, why did he instantly seek out your scent whenever he breathed?

Why does the thought of you, anywhere near him, suddenly make it hard to think about anything else?

And, for the love of all that is good, why won't you look at him? Actually look at him. Not those glances and polite eye contact you share with everyone else.

There are so many prophecies, too many that weren't true and too little that were. Thor could always tell which were a farce and which weren't.

But now, he was the idiot that couldn't understand why his axe was more responsive to you, than him.

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"I have no idea what you're talking about." Is Fury's response to the Captain's questions.

The Avenger's Compound had been turned into the current base of operations for both the new SHIELD and the Avengers. With the exception that the Captain was the one overlooking everything, alongside Fury.

Hope didn't waste time shoving you into her car -- as always -- and dragging you to the compound with everyone else. And then, because that's never enough, they shoved you into the meeting room with everyone else, while Captain went to bring Fury.

Sighing, you lean against your chair and turn to look at Thor. The Asgardian had been sitting on the couch when you were shoved onto it, watching the whole scene unfold while he munched away on a bowl of cereal.

You eyed his outfit and frowned. "Why is it that every time I see you, you're always trying out a new look?"

He blinked at you, mid-chew with a trail of milk going from the corner of his lip into his beard.

"First, it was the whole medieval knight thing, then the carpenter look, then the whole lumberjack thing. And now--" you waved at his sweatpants, fingerless gloves and what look to be a sweater. "--you're... what is this? And why does it look so comfortable?"

"Really? You expect us to believe that SHIELD is being funded by all that money?" Sam fired back at Fury. "With all that new equipment that keeps rolling in? Do we look stupid to you, Fury?"

Fury raised an eyebrow. "You want me to answer that?"

"I will!" You jumped in, raising your hand as you tuned in. "Yes, you do look stupid. In fact, you're the reason I know what stupid looks like. And I got in an Uber without checking if it was my driver or not, this morning."

"You did what?!" Thor barked.

You rolled your eyes and waved off the man that's decided to be a pain in your ass. "Calm down, security update. I can take care of mys--

"Calm down?!" Thor tossed the bowl across the room to properly glare at you. "You are so adamant on putting your life at risk every damn chance you get! You are, arguably, the most hated person on every ex-Hydra agent's list. And you--"

You don't bother to sit through the rest of that lecture. You avoid going to the compound for that exact reason. In fact, you avoid Thor for that exact reason. The first time you met the Asgardian, he spent most of the introductions helping Fury tell you all about how you were going to live your life now -- and all the safety measures you'd have to take.

As if you hadn't been raised by one of the world's greatest sleeper agent.

"This guy, am I right?" You scoffed as you got up, consequently getting him to get up. "Who died and made him Jarvis?"

"I am speaking to you!" He is front of you, towering over you, blue eyes swimming with rage, as he glared at you.

"Carpet damn, Asgardian. Carpet damn."

Ghost, from the other side of the room, cut in. "It's Carpe diem, shithead."

"I'm freestyling, thank you very much." You shot back.

"Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Captain Flightless called out. "Thor. Please, calm down. Take a seat."

"I will not calm down nor take a seat," he glares down Mr Red, White and Break-your-brand-new-car. "Her safety is just as important as the matter. What do you think will happen if the wrong people get their hands on her? SHIELD signing a deal with her company will be the least of your worries!"

You turned at Ghost. "Is it too late to bring back Thanos? I just wanna see something..."

"You know--" Sam flicked your ear. "--if he comes back, you're gonna get dusted too, right?"

"Exactly. That way, I get to see him beat the shit out of an entitled thunder-summoning, cape-wearing, overbearing, self-proclaimed mighty asshole!" You glared at Thor, then turned back to Sam. "And then, finally see what y'all were doing as dust particles."

"Thor does have a point--" Fury cuts in, crossing his arms.

"Doesn't that leather trench coat get hot?" You point at it, because you were sure as hell not having this conversation again.

"Pierce may have been Hydra, but even he knew how messed up things would be if you were in the wrong hands--"

"You say that like I can shoot lightning bolts out of a gavel."

"It was a hammer." Thor grits out.

Fury ignores you both. "--things aren't as they used to be. The threats aren't only Thanos, Loki, or any other alien tyrant."

"That's mean. Thor isn't an alien." You feign a point.

"We need to consider the threats here, on Earth, as well." Thor ignores your jab. "Like, I've always been saying. The scale of destruction and terror that criminals could cause if they got a hold of just a small percentage of Hydra tech. Just look at what Ultron had accomplished--"

You stare blankly at the tower of a man in front of you. "You mean the computer upgrade that Tony created? With a weapon that is no longer on Earth, in this timeline? With Hydra tech from a Hydra lab, on that floating, vibranium powered island that you destroyed?"

"The point is--"

"I have lived in hiding my entire life," you narrow your eyes at the ignorant would-be-king. "Security protocols, safe houses, different identities, around-the-clock security, all of that bullshit that you're suggesting I know nothing about-- yeah, that was all I knew about. I know where every entrance and exit of every room I walk into is. I plan for an escape, before I even step foot out of my place.

"I did not come here so you can tell me how to continue living the lifestyle that I was raised to live--" You're glaring and baring your teeth and ready to rip him a new one. "--My keepers are dead. You will sooner change the nature of a cat, before you turn your little pride of vigilantes into my security detail."

He doesn't say anything. He can't. He knows better than to argue with you when you're like this; angry and on the verge of lashing out.

So, he just stares back at the idiot that won't stop haunting his every thought. The idiot that can wield a weapon he nearly died for. The idiot that won't understand why he bickers when it comes to her safety.

Sam sighs as he crashes on the couch. "At that's the tea."

Tags: @nekoannie-chan, @thorfanficwriter

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babygirlkiki1016 · 4 years

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Wendigo

As we pulled up the next morning I spotted a man who is talking to Haley, Ben, is checking a shotgun. They're all carrying full backpacks.

"I'll tell you again, I don't think Ben should come. You're paying me good money to keep everybody safe. I think Ben's safest at home." I hear man say as I get out, Haley shakes her head as Sam and Dean get out of the car. Sam opens the back door of the Impala and pulls out the duffel bag.

"You guys got room for three more?" Dean asks.

"Wait, you want to come with us?" Haley asks.

"Who are these guys?" The old man asks.

"Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue." Haley gestures to the man next to her as Sam heads past everyone.

"You're rangers?" The old man asks.

"That's right." Dean answers.

"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans? While your hiking in that." Haley points to me, signaling at (whatever you decide to wear.)

Dean looks down at himself, then at me. "Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts." Dean heads past Haley, I walk up to her.

"And I'm more of 'I don't care what I wear type'."

"What, y'all think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt." The old man says as Sam turns back to us.

"Believe me, I know how dangerous this could get. We just wanna help her find her brother, that's all." Dean says as he head past Sam. Our little group hikes through the forest, with 'Roy' in the lead, then Dean, me, Haley, Ben, and Sam bringing up the rear.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean says, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, more than a little." Roy huffs.

"Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?"

"Mostly buck, sometimes bear." Dean passes Roy, uh oh, I can see where this is going.

"Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Roy grabs Dean as Sam looks on, I quickly step between them before it escalated.

"Both of you cut it out." I say.

"Whatcha doing, Roy?" Dean asks. Roy grabs a stick and pokes the bear trap Dean had almost stepped in. Haley looks annoyed.

"You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger." Roy drops the stick and retakes the lead.

"It's a bear trap." Dean yells to us and we hike on. Haley catches up to us.

"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers." She grabs Dean's arm. "So who the hell are you?" Ben and I goes past her, who stopped to talk to Dean while Sam looks at Dean, who indicates with his expression that Sam's to go on by. Sam obeys and he catches up to me.

"Hey." He says.

"Hey..."

"So how did you sleep?"

"Pretty good, the bed was comfy."

"Did my brother try anything?" He asked worried.

"No he didn't..it was more of me who..."

"You kissed him?!" He whispers the last part.

"No I wanted to, but I turned away before I did anything stupid."

"That's surprising,mostly Dean is the one always trying to get laid." He say, I could tell he's some what pissed.

"Sam...do you think that he could..that we could?"

"No at least not now, your still a kid. Wait a little bit longer before you try anything." He smiles and pats me on the back. Roy continues to lead the way, followed by Sam, me, Ben, Haley, and Dean.

"This is it. Blackwater Ridge." Roy says as Sam heads past.

"What coordinates are we at?" Sam asks. Roy pulls out a GPS, which reads N 35o 45.383, W 111o 00.55.

"Thirty-five and minus one-eleven." Dean comes up to Sam and the three of us listen.

"You hear that?" Dean ask.

"Yeah." Sam replies.

"Wow...Not even crickets." I say.

"I'm gonna go take a look around." Roy tells us.

"You shouldn't go off by yourself." I warn.

"That's sweet. Don't worry about me."

"Fine if you wanna be the idiot be my guest." I joke, Roy just waves his gun and pushes between us to retake the lead. Dean turns back to the others as the other two catch up.

"All right, everybody stays together. Let's go." About ten minutes later the five of us are looking around, near a large rock.

"Haley! Over here!" Roy yells and Haley runs towards his voice, followed closely by the others and we come to a halt.

"Oh my God..." Haley gasps. The tents are torn open and bloody and all the supplies are scattered.

"Looks like a grizzly." Dean and Haley look around.

"Tommy?" She takes off her backpack and goes through the campsite.

"Tommy!" Sam moves to catch up with her.

"Shh." Sam says.

"Tommy!"

"Shh-hh-hh!"

"Why?"

"Something might still be out there."

"Sam, Y/n!" Dean yells, me and Sam goes over to him, Sam crouches down.

"The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." Sam says.

"I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog."

"So then it's a Wendigo, it's the only explanation." I point out.

"We still don't know for sure Y/n."

"Dean think about it, it's fast it doesn't leave a trail and there's claw marks everywhere. It's a Wendigo."

"Y/n it can't be."

"Fine, if I'm right you have to do whatever I ask without complaining."

"Don't do it Dean." Sam intervened, with a smirk on his face but Dean completely ignored him.

"And if I'm right then you have to do whatever I say without complaining for a day."

"Alright deal." I hold out my hand and he shakes it. "Prepare to lose Winchester."

"In your dreams." Dean chuckles and we go back to the campsite as Sam follows. Haley picks up Tom's cell phone it's bloody and she cries. She turns the phone over and the back is open, Dean crouches next to her.

"Hey, he could still be alive." She gives Dean a look.

"Someone Help! Help!" A voice yells and Roy leads the way as everyone except me runs to the aid of the shouter.

"Don't run towards it you idiots!" My words were mostly towards Dean and Sam. They still did it anyway, there figures disappearing was the last thing I saw before I was thrown back against the tree. My vision went black, but before I was unconscious I could see the Wendigo walking towards me.

Dean's Pov-

"Don't run towards it you idiots!" I heard Y/n shout but no one listened.

"Help! Somebody!" It shouts again but we find no one.

"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley wonders, we listen, nothing.

"Everybody back to camp." Sam says and back at the campsite, all the supplies are missing, including Y/n.

"Y/n?!" I yelled, no response. "Y/n?!" Now I was getting nervous, she was right behind me...wasn't she?

"Our packs!" Haley exclaims, not even caring that one of our own was gone.

"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone." Roy complains

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." Sam says, that's when we both realized Y/n was right. "Y/n, where is she?"

"Oh you finally notice!" I say sarcastically and kick a rock. "Damnit!"

"You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear and kidnapped that pretty girl?" Roy says, making me even more angry. Sam tugs on my sleeve, catching my attention.

"I need to speak with you. In private." We head a little ways away from the group. "Good. Let me see Dad's journal." Sam says, I hand it over. Sam opens it and flips through until he finds a particular page.

"All right, check that out." Sam points to a First Nations-style drawing of a figure.

"Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west."

"Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice. Y/n was right and we new it but you didn't listen. You just wanted to prove her wrong!"

"You think I don't know that!" I try to hold it in, damn it why am I getting emotional? I only met her a week ago! "Well isn't that great." I takes out my pistol. "Since we're hunting a Wendigo, then this is useless." Sam gives me back the journal then heads back to camp but only stopping for a moment.

"One of us should've stayed with her...we need to get these people to safety."

"Sam we can't just leave Y/n-"

"She's probably already dead Dean!....Her father was right...people we know die sooner or later." He leaves and I follow, we get back at the campsite, and Sam addresses the group.

"All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated."

"What?" Haley exclaims.

"Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." Roy says.

"It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. You have to leave. Now."

"One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders."

"Relax." I huff. "Sam will get you to safety, I'll stay and try to find Y/n."

"Look we never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you." Sam says but Roy steps right into Sam's space.

"You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night."

"Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here." Roy laughs.

"You know you're crazy, right?"

"Yeah? You ever hunt a wen-" I push Sam, desperately trying to make him calm down.

"Chill out."

"Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him."

"Wow well aren't you brave." I comment.

"It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves."

"How?" Hayley questions.

We built a campfire, and I begin to draw something in the dirt around the campsite while Haley pokes at the fire.

"One more time, that's-" Hayley asks but J interrupt.

"Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them." Roy laughs, gun over his shoulder.

"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy."

When I was fine with the drawing I head over to sit next to Sam.

"You wanna tell me what's going on in those freaky heads of yours?...Sammy."

"Dean-"

"No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?"

"Why don't you focus on your own feelings, I'm sure your feeling pretty guilty."

"Bout what?"

"Dad's not here and if we left then Y/n would still be with us. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?"

"Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek."

"Then I'll get these people back to town and we'll go find Y/n. Then we leave I mean, why are we still even here?"

"This is why." I come around to Sam's front and held up the journal. "This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession-everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business." Sam shakes his head.

"That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just-call us? Why doesn't he-tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?"

"I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it."

"Dean...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about."

"Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man." Sam looks down, then up.

"How do you do it? How does Dad do it?" Dean looks over at the others.

"Well for one, them." Sam looks over at Haley and Ben. "I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable....I'll tell you what else helps." Sam looks back at Dean.

"Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can, starting with the one that took Y/n." Sam smiles, but a twig snaps, someone presumably the wendigo yells "Help me! Please!" I stand and readied my gun.

"Help!" Sam shines a flashlight about.

"He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." I warn.

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy jokes.

"Better than ending up dead."

"Help! Help me!" Growling, Roy points his gun at the sound.

"Okay, that's no grizzly." Ben starts to freak out a little but Haley talks him through it.

"It's okay. You'll be all right, I promise." Something rushes past and she shrieks. I just smile, scardey cat.

"It's here." Sam says. Roy shoots at the rustling, then again.

"I hit it!" He yells happily and being the idiot that he is, goes to see what he hit.

"Roy, no! Roy!" I yell after him, I turn to Hayley and Ben. "Don't move." She's holding a stick, burning at one end, as a weapon. Me and Sam run after Roy, but no luck.

Sam is sitting against a hollow tree stump, holding dad's journal and playing with a lanyard. Me and the other two are among the tents.

"I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real."

"I wish I could tell you different." I sigh.

"How do we know it's not out there watching us?"

"We don't. But we're safe for now."

"How do you know about this stuff" Carefully, I think of what to say.

"Kind of runs in the family." Sam comes over.

"So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch."

"Well, hell, you know I'm in." I say, I had to, I needed to. That son if a bitch took her, and I was gonna get her back. Sam shows the wendigo page of dad's journal to the siblings.

"'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours'."

"They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter." I contribute.

"How's a man turn into one of those things?" Haley wonders.

"Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp."

"Like the Donner Party." Ben says.

"Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality." Sam intervenes.

"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry." I sigh, I knew the feeling...and Y/n probably does to.

"So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Haley asked.

"You're not gonna like it." I glance at Sam, then back to her.

"Tell me."

"More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there, and hurry cause he might it's next meal."

"And then how do we stop it?"

"Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically-" I grab the can of lighter fluid, the beer bottle, and the white cloth that was in the ground. "We gotta torch the sucker."

Once we gave them hints about what there headed into, I lead the way through the woods, Molotov cocktail in hand. We pass trees with claw marks and blood. Sam is leading the group now, with me right behind him.

"Dean." He calls out, and I catch up.

"What is it?" We look around at the trees, there are bloody claw marks and broken branches everywhere.

"You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow." Growling was heard and the three of us whip around. Trees rustle as Haley is standing under a tree. Blood drips on her shirt.

"Sam..." I say point towards Haley. She notices to what I'm pointing to and looks up, then leaps out of the way. Roy's corpse lands where she'd stood. I examine Roy as Sam goes over to Haley.

"You okay? You got it?" He asks.

"His neck's broken." I comment. Sam helps Haley up and more growling is heard. "Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!" I yell. Everybody takes off and Ben falls, Sam hurries back to help him up, dividing the group two and three.

"Come on, I gotcha, I gotcha." Sam tells Ben, I listen for any movement. I heard a noise, then Haley screams, it was the Wendigo.

Y/n's Pov-

I woke up to shouting, it was Sam and Ben trying to talk to Haley. She was hanging by her wrists from the ceiling while Dean was trying to wake me up.

"C'mon darling, focus, focus." He unties me, making me fall forward but he catches me. "It's ok I got you, I got you. Can you walk?"

"Yeah...." I say groggily. Haley divests herself of rope as she stands up she spots Tom still hanging and starts crying.

"Y/n hey focus on me!" Dean caresses my cheek, tears were falling down his cheeks. "I thought I lost you..."

"It's gonna take a lot more than that to kill me." I smile, he returns it and hugs me. I spot the stolen supplies that are piled in the corner.

"Dean." I say and point to the bags, Dean picks up flare guns.

"Flare guns. Those'll work." Sam grins and Dean laughs while twirling the guns. We decide to make our escape and head down a tunnel, Me, Dean and Sam in the lead with the flare guns and the two siblings supporting Tom, who is limping. Growling is heard once more.

"Looks like someone's home for supper." I say.

"We'll never outrun it." Dean says and looks back at the others, then at me. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sam answers.

"Good, I'll distract it, the four of you get out of here."

"That is not what I was thinking!"

"Oh I'll be fine." I stare at him in disbelief.

"If you think your gonna go up against it alone your dead wrong. We'll distract it while y'all get out of here." Dean knew he didn't have the time to argue, so he agreed.

"All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam. He's gonna get you out of here."

"What are you gonna do?" Haley intervenes. Dean winks and starts walking and yelling.

"Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I'm feeling good." The rest of Dean's words are indistinct. I follow Dean before he could get himself killed.

"Hey! Hey, you want some white meat, bitch! I'm right here!"

"I think it heard you Dean."

"Well if it heard me then why isn't it here?" I shake my head and listen, at first I couldn't hear anything but then I heard growling far of into the distance, then Sam yelling.

"Dean it's by Sam."

"Son of a bitch." He yells and we run down the tunnel towards where Sam is.

Eventually we spot the Wendigo and we come up behind it.

"Hey!" I yelled. The Wendigo turns and before Dean could shoot it, it slices his neck. Blood began pouring out, Dean eyes me and falls to the ground.

"No!" I yelled and ran to his side, it slowly came towards me but Sam yelled to distract it. However Sam wasn't having any luck either, Sam's flare gun was thrown to the side and he was cornered. I look back to Dean who was bleeding out badly, he wouldn't last much longer.

"Hold on ok? Hold on.." I cried, tears ran down my cheeks faster then me running a marathon. Although it was like I knew what to do. I place my hand on Deans neck to try to stop the bleeding, he grabs my hand roughly, I could see the fear in his eyes as he gasped from breath.

"Breath just breath ok? Hold on, please!" I focused and like an instinct the words came to me. "Heli tius naman" I muttered over and over, my hands began to glow as his skin begins to form back together. His eyes showed amazement as he watched my form changed, my hair turned white as snow. I looked towards the Wendigo who was about to kill Sam, and hold out my hand as I begin enchanting.

"Sini tuis montir ot leh!" The Wendigo turns but is trapped in place growling at me.

"Sam now!" I yelled and Sam grabs the flare gun then lights the evil son of a bitch. As the Wendigo burned I turn my focus back to Dean, who was staring at me. Sam runs over, with fear in his eyes.

"....Not bad, huh?" Dean jokes as he stands up and he pulls me up along with him. Sam sighs I'm relief, then hugs me.

"Thank you...I don't know what you did but I don't know what I would've done if he..." Sam let's go and Dean slowly approaches me.

"Your nose.." He reaches over and rubs the blood from my skin with his sleeve. After we exit the woods, an ambulance loads up Tom. Two Police officers interviews Ben as Sam stands behind him.

"And the bear came back again after you yelled at it?" Asked the officer.

"That's when it circled the campsite. I mean, this grizzly must have weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds." Ben agreed and Sam nods in approval.

"All right, we'll go after it first thing." I watched as Haley talked to Dean, both have already been patched up. A weird feeling set in my heart, what is this? Am I...jealous? Haley attempts to kiss Dean on the cheek, but he slowly stepped back. They exchange a few words, then he turns to look at me. Sam sits on the Impala's hood with me as Dean walks over.

"Man, I hate camping." Dean complains.

"Me too." Sam agrees.

"It's not so bad." I say.

"So I guess...you win the bet." Dean admits. "I'm sorry for not being there when it came after you."

"It's ok....it's not your fault your a dum dum sometimes." I giggle, noises of the ambulance caught our gaze. "Think they'll be ok?"

"Yeah they'll make it." Dean smirks, I grab his chin and kiss the corner of his mouth, however he didn't stop me, he slightly kissed back but then realized it wasn't an actual kiss.

"What was that for?" He said blushing.

"For coming to save me...and for wiping my nose and ruining your jacket." He smiles and looks over at his little brother who's smirking at us.

"Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?"

"Yeah, I know. But in the meantime? I'm driving." Dean smirks and tosses Sam the keys. The three of us get in the impala, slamming the doors almost in sync. What I can't get out of my head however, is why did Dean refuse Haley but not me?.....

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thiccdaddy-mbaku · 5 years

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This is a drabble of a fic (series) idea I’ve had in my head for over a year. Erik and the MC, have two kids together and the MC has practically adopted Erik’s son from a previous relationship.

I’ll be honest it’s sad and there’s little context of the why but it’s vaugue for a reason. Maybe I’ll actually share the series one day instead of perpetually world building in secret. I haven’t “published” anything for a year since I’ve been sick, so I feel like a baby, but I hope this makes you all feel ~thing~.

Also, I didn’t proofread this, it’s late, I’m lazy, and the drabble just popped into my head. I don’t even see this as being complete, it’s simply another scene my brain conjured to torture these characters and myself. Regardless, enjoy

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From her relaxed position on the outdoor daybed she watched as Erik played with Ermias and Isram in the sand. The two boys running from their father as fast as they could; Isram giving it his all to keep up with his brother.

Their laughs could be heard all the way from their home. The roaring of the water washing upon the shore doing nothing to conceal their audible joy. It warmed her heart in a way that made her sick.

She could do about it, but pray that somehow her son would not remember this day.

The small group of three all looked up simultaneously, Erik pointing directly at Raquel before sending the oldest to sprint towards her.

Ermias was going as fast as he could, legs kicking up pale sand as if he were gliding on air. She imagined he'd be a track star in his adolescence.

"Mias," She jumped in her seat, sunglasses falling from her face and onto the soft cushions of the patio furniture. In all their years she never could get used to the commanding BOOM of his voice. "Don't jump on her stomach!"

The child had no regard for his father, reciting an 'I know,' without fully acknowledging what was said.

Ermias sprang onto the cushions, inches away from the round of Raquel's stomach and began jumping to his hearts content. Hyping up his baby brother, who went wild in their dad's arms.

Raquel sat up, taking Isram from his father. Greeting the toddler with babble, ignoring Erik's eyes.

Erik sat at the edge of the bed, just next to her feet and ankles. Hands instinctive caressing the skin before she pulled away.

A heavy sigh left her lips. There was pain inside of her, and he made it bubble to the surface. She couldn't do this.

She couldn't pretend like they were happy. That she was happy.

"Ermmy, do you want some ice cream?" She sat down their son before smiling down at Ermias. "I do too. Zala is in the kitchen making dinner, take your brother and tell her what I said."

The couple stayed quiet until their children made it inside. Erik's back was to her, but he could still feel those pale brown eyes focusing in on his back.

Raquel saw the slight jumping of his leg. Erik was thinking, just like she was.

"Why you staring at me like that?" He huffs, his discomfort with the upcoming conversation clear. Still he is direct and curt, as much of a soldier as the day she met him.

"Because," She pauses, taking the time to scoot up from her position to be next to him. "You look at them how we used to look at each other."

Erik clenches his eyes. Her words penetrating his ears, forcing memories of their time together to return.

He stands abruptly and faces her. And for the second time since their little trip began, he actually looks at her.

Raquel's skin has been tanned by the sun. She's a tad more brown than when she first arrived, and for the first time in a while her curls and kinks aren't straightened, parted, and cascading down her back. Her lips are fuller due to pregnancy, her thighs and hips rounding out to further accommodate the home she's made for their unborn daughter.

"Don't do that shit, Raq. I don't feel like talking about this."

"Then when? When we go back home and I take Isram with me?" Her voice is empty but he knows that this's what it's all come to.

"I-I don't fuckin' know!" He huffs, defeated.

They say nothing for awhile. Just the sound of seagulls and water washing ashore.

"Erik, I love you. I really do. And I love Ermias as if he's my own. I've been here since he was three. He's seven now and he even calls me mama. But Isram and Neela," Raquel's hans covers her stomach protectively. "They are mine. I've birthed them and I have a say in their lives in a way that I'll never have with Ermmy. I told you when we met I didn't want this life. I didn't want to stick around for the funerals and violence and danger. But I did because of you. We weren't trying but we ended up with Isram and I love him in a way that I can't explain. He's had enough time with you for now. I refuse to let him and Neela to grow up surrounded by this. I'm not letting them get messed up like we did... I won't.

Tears begin to pool in her eyes. Her entire family was gone. Mother, father, and sister– gone.

"I love you, I do. But it's not enough. There are people not just in this city but in the world that are willing to cut us open and kill us off because of who you are and decisions that you've made. I already have people who want me for being my father's daughter, I don't need them coming after the kids. You'll still see them. We just can't be a family... at least, not while they're still young and vulnerable."

"And they won't be when they're older?" She refuses to look at him, and instead watches the now purple sky and orange sun fade into the endless waves.

"No, I mean, yes. I can't control what you do with Ermmy, but I know you won't go to family court for custody and I don't care how much this hurts us. I'm keeping my family safe. That's finale."

"So what?"

"We're leaving."

"When?"

"Tonight, after dinner."

He sighs, thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Where y'all going?"

A sad smile pulls at the corner of her lip, she doesn’t answer. “You’ll know.”

He nods.

If he could, he'd lock them away to preserve them. He'd keep them near him for safety and assurance, but he knew that was exactly what had fucked up the two parents when they were kids. And that was far worse than being separate from them.

When Isram was born, Erik told Raquel he’d do anything to keep them safe and he meant it.

“Take Ermias with you. For now.”

“For now. Until things settle over.”

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trashcanband4 · 5 years

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Father Daughter Duo Ch.1

Note: This is the second fanfiction story I ever wrote so please don’t hate my Mary sue character. I didn’t even know what a Mary sue was when I wrote this. This was originally posted on FanFiction.net years ago.

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 1: Where it all begins. Pairing: Eventual Daryl x oc. Setting: Before the prison, not part of the storyline of the tv show at all. Word count: 1,479. Warnings: eventually there will be rape and other screwed up situations so if you aren’t comfortable reading that please don’t even bother reading the first chapter. Note: The above pic is what I picture Bay (the oc) to look like. Also this chapter is crap/builder so please just give it a chance.

A ripping sound echoed around the room as I pulled the x-acto knife down the duct tape. I peeled the tape off of the cutting board and was about to lay it onto another piece, sticky sides together when I heard my mother scream in the living room. I jumped at the sound and the tape that was going to be a wallette for my dad was now just a sticky mess around my hand. I cut the tape off of my hand as I walked down the hallway through the kitchen and into the living room. "Mom?" I called but I didn't see her. I heard her yell my name, her voice laced with pain. I followed it to her bedroom where she was sitting on her bed holding a blood soaked towel to her upper arm.

"Oh my god Mom, What happened?"

"I heard a noise at the door so I answered it. She bit me." The hand that was holding the towel was shaking.

"Why? The news said to stay indoors." I started freaking out on her. I didn't mean to, but I had never been good in emergency situations. "Where's Dad? Shouldn't he be in from work by now?" The news blasted on the TV in the living room telling people that the outbreak has gotten worse and that people needed to start evacuating to Atlanta. "Mom where is Dad? What if he got bit too?" I practically yelled at her. None of what was happening made since to me. How could getting bit make people turn cannibal and what was going to happen now that my mother had been bitten? Our neighbor said that she saw her husband die then come back to life as a crazy person. It was the first we had heard of the virus before things started getting out of control. Was my mother going to die?

"Bay, calm down. Breathe. We will wait a little bit longer and if your dad isn't home by then we will head to Atlanta. Go pack some clothes. I'll be okay." Mom always had a way of calming me with her words. It was kind of ridiculous that I still lived with my parents at twenty, but it was cheaper to stay with them than it was to live in a apartment all by myself.

I went to my room and started throwing clothes into a backpack. I was grabbing my tooth brush out of the zebra print cup in my bathroom when I heard the gun shot. Somehow I managed to not trip over my own feet as I ran to my parents room only to see my mother lying on their bed. There was blood everywhere, splattered across the wall, the headboard, and on the bed where it seeped from the hole in her head, and soaked the sheets. "No!" I ran to her side and shook her. "Mom! Mom? No no no no." I buried my head in her stomach and cried. It was all I could do. I couldn't make myself move from her side. I shouldn't have left her after she got bit. I should have just waited with her for Dad to come home, but I was just doing what she told me to. I managed to lift up my head and noticed a piece of paper that she usually wrote her shopping lists on laying beside her and I picked it up.

Bay, I love you and I love your dad. Please forgive me for what I did, but I just couldn't convince myself that there is a cure for this. If there were one they wouldn't be evacuating people to some holding facility. They'd be curing them. You are going to need to protect yourself, so if your dad doesn't come back I want you to take one of his guns and go to Atlanta. I know you don't know what bullet goes with what gun, but you are a smart girl and your father taught you gun safety so I know you can figure it out. Both of you stay safe. I love y'all. See you on the other side some day.

-mom

The note was clutched in my fist as I paced the room. Leave it to mom to write a note before something like this. She always thought ahead, so I didn't understand why she opened the door for a walker. She had always kept me level headed when something bad happened. I needed her and now she was gone. I kicked the wall not knowing what I was really angry about.

"Oh my god." My father's voice startled me and I spun to face the door. He was standing in the doorway still in his orange work Nomex, with a bloody tire iron in his hand.

"She uh… she got bit." Those were the only words I could get out of my mouth. I had never seen my dad cry until then. He slowly walked over to my mother's body and brushed her straight, blood streaked chestnut brown hair out of her face. A fresh batch of tears fell down my cheeks as I watch my father, the strongest man I knew physically and emotionally, cry over my mother's dead body. I didn't know how long we had been in the room, but tears were still falling down my face when Dad finally sat up and wiped the tears from his face. The sadness that had previously been there had been replaced by anger as he stood from his place on his knees by the bed and went into the closet. He emerged with the big bag that contained his hunting knives then walked over to the bed, plucked the pistol from my mother's cold hand and placed it into mine. I stared at it in horror before I followed him into the living room. He stood at the gun cabinet shoving every gun he had into the bag along with his stash of ammo. My eyes slid from him to stare at the gun in my hand again. Why had he given this thing to me? He knew I didn't know how to use it.

My dad walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Look at me." His voice was a contradiction to the hard look that possessed his scruffy face. "We're gonna be okay, I promise." My father somehow understood that he was going to have to step up and be the one to keep me grounded. "We're gonna make a run for old red, if one of those people get close to ya don't be afraid to shoot 'em."

"But I don't even know how to use this thing." I mumbled and he took the gun from me and flicked a switch on the side.

"Red means it's ready to shoot, then just aim and fire." He made it sound so simple. I stuck my cell phone into my back pack then slung it over my shoulder before my dad put his hand on the doorknob and looked at me. "Ya ready?" I nodded terrified of what I was going to find on the other side, and he slung it open. We ran towards his red '91 Chevy work truck and he hopped into the driver's seat. I was right behind him and went to open the passenger door but I spun around feeling a hand on my shoulder. I gasped when I realized who it was. The gray haired woman, that was snarling and biting at my face as I held her off of me with my forearm, was my once sweet as could be grandmother that lived next to us. I screamed as I struggled to hold her back. "Come on!" I heard my dad yell at me and I gave her a hard shove and she fell to the ground. I jumped into the opened passenger door and slipped on my seat belt as my dad stomped on the gas making the tires squeal.

I looked over at my dad who was looking intently out of the windshield as he drove. Tears rolled down my cheeks when I thought of the blood splattered shell of my cannibal turned grandmother. But I knew now who the she was that bit my mother, why my mother opened the door. She saw my grandmother on the other side and thought she could help her. "Dad, grandma…"

"I know. I'm sorry you had to see that." He didn't even look at me. "Let's just see if we can get to Atlanta." I pulled my cell out of my bag and tried to text the one friend that I still had from high school, but she never did respond. I guess I would never know if she made it or not…

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rebelminxy · 5 years

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Bad Blood and Broken Hearts

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OC (Maribelle Ruiz)

Word Count: 5277

Song: Bad to the Bone by George Thorogood and The Destroyers

Warnings: Language, Angst, Some spoilers

A/N: This is for @tilltheendwilliwrite 6k T Shows Her Age Song Challenge. I love writing fics where the character is one badass bitch and when I hear this song, I think of leather and tough gal with one attitude. I went a bit on the angsty side because I have been wanting to write something away from the smut and fluff. This is set at the start of season 2 but a few things I changed myself to work with my storyline. Feedback is welcomed!

MASTERLIST

“He's not coming Dean, let's eat cake already.”

Dean looked over at his whiny little brother, Sam and huffed in annoyance. It was his 13ths birthday and their dad had promised to at least be there to watch him blow out the candles. But it had been hours since their dad called last and both boys were getting impatient. The motel manager had gotten the cake for Dean, wishing him a happy birthday. It was rare for him to have a cake, let alone celebrate his birthday.

Dean was pulled from his thoughts when the phone rang. He ran to answer it, reaching before the third ring.

“Dad?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah, Dean it's me. Look I’m on my way to the hospital. The Ruiz family got into some trouble on a hunt and Maribelle is alone there.”

“Can't someone else go?”

“Dean, they had me for emergencies and Maribelle needs me right now. I will call when I am heading back to the motel ok. Keep Sam safe.”

John hung up before Dean could say another word. Dean put the phone down and moved back to the table he and Sam were sitting at with the cake. Dean couldn’t help but think that maybe his dad didn't care about them, only caring about others.

“C'mon Sammy, lets light this cake.”

Dean lit the candles as Sam sung Happy Birthday. Once the song was over, Dean closed his eyes and made a silent wish before blowing out the candles.

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Fourteen Years Later

Dean pulled up into Bobby's place, tired from the long drive he and Sam just came from. Finally, they were able to relax a bit before continuing their hunt for Azazel. When he put the Impala in park, he noticed the lone Harley parked in front of the house.

“Mari is here!” suddenly exclaimed Sam, immediately jumping out the car as the front door swung open. Dean watched as his brother ran over to hug the one girl their father would always put first before them. Maribelle jumped into Sam’s arms, hugging him tightly before jumping down.

Maribelle was a small girl, barely reaching Sam's shoulder. But even with her height, the girl was a fighter. She was toned but Dean never ignored how she was curved in all the right places. Last time he saw her, her hair was cut into a bob, now it was pulled back into a ponytail that reached the half of her back. Her dark brown hair emphasized her tan skin, all from the sun she dealt with since she mostly hunted down south, mainly Florida. As Dean climbed out of the car, her bright hazel eyes landed on him, reminding him of their last meet up. This time they weren't filled with tears, her cheeks weren't red, and her plump lips weren't trembling from the fact he had made her cry. Today, those hazel eyes looked at him coldly.

Sam stood beside Maribelle as Dean made his way towards them. Dean eyed her up, noticing her tight skinny jeans and biker boots, the Metallica t-shirt cut up and stretched so it would hang over one shoulder, the bottom tied up to reveal her belly. She was still wearing the butterfly belly ring he had gotten her for her 18th birthday.

“Nice ink,” Dean pointed out once he stood with the duo, motioning his head towards her arm. “Recent work?”

“It’s been a year worth. Needed something to distract from the pain,” she responded coldly.

Dean flinched internally at her words, wishing Sam would say something to break the tension.

“Hey, you three just gonna stand there like stupid kids or gonna come in?” Bobby yelled out from the open front door, making all three jumps slightly as they turned to face him.

Maribelle motioned for the guys to walk forwards, giving a slight cocky bow making Sam laugh. Dean just rolled his eyes and pushed between them, making his way inside.

“Why didn't you warn me she was going to be here?” Dean muttered at Bobby as he went to the fridge to pull out a beer.

“She didn't even call to say she was coming.”

“Do I need to tell y'all bout my comings and goings?” Maribelle said as she came in the house right behind Sam.

“No, darling, you know I don't mind you visiting,” Bobby said with a smile on his face.

“At least two people are happy to see me,” Maribelle responded as she walked over to Bobby, pulling him into a hug.

“Why did you come, Mari? Last time we talked you were in New Orleans handling a witch.” Sam asked, leaning onto the kitchen counter.

“Came out because I heard John died, so wanted to come and say my goodbyes.”

“We already burned him.”

Maribelle looked over at Dean, her eyes just letting him know she was fed up with him, but she didn't say a word to him.

“Well, I can make my peace with him here. Also came because a few weeks ago John sent me a box full of papers and articles. Said if anything happened to him, I had to make sure his boys here got their hands on it.”

“What box?” Sam asked, jumping from the counter in alert.

“It's in the den there, Bobby wanted to wait for y'all to get here to open it.”

Sam went straight from the kitchen towards the den, not waiting another second. Dean followed right behind, wondering what exactly was in that box. That’s when he saw Sam pick up this old battered cardboard box. Sam opened it and inside there were articles of storms, papers, maps lined up. Even folders with information on random people, people that weren't hunters. Dean felt someone tapping his shoulder, turning to see Maribelle standing there with an envelope in hand.

“In his letter he made me promise to give this to you guys once I saw y'all.”

Dean took the envelope, looking at Maribelle as she turned and walked out of the house. Bobby looked at them and got up, following her out. Dean and Sam stood there, looking at each other. Sam kept his gaze on the letter, silent. Dean wondered what was so important to have Maribelle protect this stuff, that he immediately ripped the envelope open and pulled out the sheet of paper. The message was simple and straightforward.

Boys, head over to a place called the Roadhouse. Ask for Ellen and show her the things in the box. She will tell you who to go to that can help you both figure this all out. Keep each other safe and keep Maribelle close. Make sure she stays good.

Dean reread the letter, confused.

“So, he wants us to go find this woman and show her this stuff, yet won't say what it is?” Sam asked annoyingly.

Dean balled up the letter, throwing it at the box. As always, their father had to be cryptic and secretive. And again, worried about Maribelle.

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“Again, why do I have to tag along on this trip? I have to go back home to deal with some cases I left behind.”

“If our dad had you hold on to this box, then you are sticking with the box,” Dean argued as he drove the Impala.

The brothers didn't wait to make the road trip to the place their dad said to go in the letter. If it were Dean's choice, he would have left Maribelle behind, but Sam insisted that they listen to their dad and keep her close

“Dad asked us to watch over her, so we might as well, Dean. She grew up with us sort of.”

“Yeah grew up here with Bobby and dad would come to visit her after every hunt! She isn't even his blood and he cared more for her than us!”

“Dean don't take it out on her, she lost her family when she was nine. Dad and Bobby were the only ones she had left.”

“Why are you defending her?! You hated the fact dad spent more time with her than us!”

“It's just…. Let's just say after what happened with you two, I came to understand why Dad did what he did with her.”

Dean was angry as he drove, trying to ignore her mumbles of wanting to head home. He knew he shouldn't be angry at her, everything that went down three years ago was his fault. He just didn't think she would close him off entirely after everything they had gone through. He thought she would at least put up a fight, but she didn't.

They finally arrived at the roadhouse, which looked dead and empty.

“Are you sure this is the place, Sam?” Dean asked as he pulled up in front.

“We followed Bobby's directions right,” he responded.

Maribelle groaned in the backseat and opened the door, climbing out the car. She made her way towards the front of the joint, pulling out the gun she had tucked in the back of her jeans. She peered through the windows, trying to get a look of the inside. When they both saw that she got no reaction from the inside, the boys climbed out of the car and followed her. Sam threw the lock pit kit at Dean, looking at the sides of the place in case anyone came from the back. Dean picked the lock at the door, finally opening it so they could get inside.

Dean and Sam entered the place as Maribelle stayed outside as a lookout. The brothers looked around, eyeing up the sleeping, possibly, drunk guy on the pool table. Sam made his way towards another door that looked like the entrance to the kitchen, entering it carefully. While Dean looked around, he suddenly felt something poking his back.

“Oh God please let that be a rifle.”

“Nah, just real happy to see you,” said a female voice behind him as the gun cocked. “Don’t move.”

“Not moving, copy that,” Dean replied as he raised his arms slightly, showing he had no weapon.

That’s when Sam came out of the kitchen with his hands on his head, an older woman pointing a gun at his back.

“Who are you and what do you want?”

Before the brothers could answer, there was a sudden click of two guns, their safety being removed. All four turns to see Maribelle standing at the door with her guns pointed at the women, a white stick poking out at the corner of her mouth.

“Hey Sam, Dean, got into some trouble I see.”

“Sam? Dean? Winchester?” asked the older lady as she eyed them up.

“Yeah,” they answered in unison.

“Son of a bitch,” she whispered.

“Mom, you know these guys?” the girl that had Dean at gunpoint asked.

“Yeah, think these are John Winchester’s boys,” her mother replied. She then turned to look at Maribelle. “Then this one must be Maribelle Ruiz, John’s little troublemaker.”

Dean and Sam looked at each other, then at Maribelle who had her head cocked to the side in confusion.

“Hey, I’m Ellen,” the older lady laughed out as she put her gun down. “This is my daughter Jo.”

Jo then proceeded to put her rifle down just as Maribelle did. Ellen walked over to the bar and started pulling out small glasses and a big bottle of whiskey. She looked at Maribelle and smiled.

“Last I heard from John, he was complaining that you had stolen his favorite bottle of whiskey that he was saving. And that his youngest was in college. Oh, and that his oldest ran off to do some hunting on his own while breaking a few hearts on the road. C’mon and sit, let's enjoy a nice shot of whiskey.”

The three of them slowly made their way towards the bar, Dean sitting between Sam and Maribelle. They watched as Ellen poured out five shots, sliding three towards them as her daughter rounded the bar to join Ellen. They each took a glass and Ellen raised hers up.

“To meeting old friends’ kids and almost shooting each other.”

She took the shot in one swing, letting the three know it was safe. Maribelle didn’t hesitate either, swinging it down in one gulp. Dean and Sam watched her as she coughed a bit and smiled.

“Damn woman that is some good whiskey!”

Dean couldn’t help but feel a slight moment of pride, knowing full well that Maribelle could hold her liquor just like him. He swung down his shot as Sam did the same. Jo was nursing hers as she watched the four interact.

“So, what brings you three here? I haven’t spoken to John in ages.”

“Our dad sent us here looking for you actually,” replied Sam. “He said you could help us find someone that we need to figure out some paperwork he left for us.”

“Hmm, ok,” Ellen responded slowly.

“So, if you could help, we could use all the help we can get,” continued Sam as he rubbed his hands together in worry.

“Well, we can’t. But Ash can.”

Dean turned to look at his baby brother wondering who Ellen was talking about.

“Whose Ash?” asked Dean.

“ASH!” Ellen yelled out.

Suddenly, the guy sleeping on the pool table jolted up in a frenzy.

“WHAT?” the guy asked as he turned around to look at Ellen. “Closing time?”

Sam looked at his brother and Maribelle, the look of confusion on both brothers. But on Maribelle’s face, it was a look of joy.

“Ash is that you?”

Ash blinked a few times before a smile broke out on his face.

“Hey! Mari! Long time no see girl!”

Maribelle got up from her chair and made her way towards Ash, pulling him into a hug. They laughed and hugged, causing Dean to feel a small pang of jealousy.

“Dude! What are you doing up here? Thought you were enjoying that sweet sun.” Maribelle exclaimed.

“Nah, had to come back home. The South just wasn’t for me.” Ash responded as he wrapped an arm around Maribelle’s shoulder. “But what brings you up North, thought you said the cold winter here wasn’t for you?”

“Eh, here because I had to give these two doofuses something their dad left behind. Seems like John sent them here to find you. If I had known I would have been called ya up to help.”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Ellen asked.

“Yeah,” Ash responded. “Remember that trip I made to New Orleans for Mardi Gras? Met this chick down there and we became best of friends! This is the girl I was telling you that saved me from that voodoo priest.”

“Wait, this is Ash, the one that’s going to help us?” asked Dean impatiently.

“Yeah, the one and only genius I know John would go looking for!” Maribelle responded, giving Ash a high five.

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Ash looked at all the stuff inside the box that Sam handed over to him. He had the pool table covered in articles and notes that John had made.

“C’mon, this crap ain’t real. Ain’t nobody can track a demon like this.” Ash told the trio once he was done looking over everything.

“John could,” responded Maribelle as she nursed her beer while sitting in a chair, her feet propped up on the edge of the pool table. “He told me he was tracking some demon that killed Mary, that he was super close. But he never told me how he did it.”

Ash looked at the three of them before he continued.

“There are non-parametric, statistical overviews, prospects, and correlations, I mean... damn! They're signs. Omens. Uh, if you can track 'em, you can track this demon. You know, like crop failures, electrical storms... You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun.”

“Can you track it or not?” asked Sam.

“Yeah, with all this, I think so. But it’s gonna take time.” Ash looked over everything again as he spoke. “Um, gimme 51 hours.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other in shock as Ash began picking up all the papers. Once the pool table was cleared, Ash made his way towards the back of the bar, carrying everything inside the box. Dean then turned to Maribelle with a concerned look in his eyes.

“So how do you know Ash?”

Maribelle looked up at him, her eyes clear that she wasn’t in the mood.

“Bumped into him while working a case down in New Orleans. Some voodoo priest was kidnapping out of towners and happen to save his butt from the ordeal. Found out he knew about the life. So, kept in touch every now and then. Got a problem with that?”

Dean shook his head, turning away to walk towards the bar. He couldn’t show it, but he was glad to know she had nothing more with the guy than friendship. Dean took a seat at the bar and looked from the corner of his eye how his little brother and Maribelle were laughing and talking, wishing he could have that connection again with her. He loved seeing her smile, even more, when he caused it. There was a sudden thunk in front of him which caught his attention. He looked to see Jo standing there, already placed a bottled beer in front of him.

“Looks like you deserve one, and the cold shoulder that girl is giving you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean aggressively asked.

“Ever since you three got here, she has been giving you the cold shoulder. And by the looks of how you are acting with her, got to assume you did something. No woman looks at a man she knows with that much anger unless he did something bad.”

Dean grunted as he took a swing of his beer, keeping his eyes on Maribelle as she poked and played with Sam. But Dean knew what Jo said was right, he did do something, something that he really regretted but didn’t have the balls to apologize for.

Three Years Ago

Dean pulled up into the motel parking lot just outside of Sioux Falls. He was on his way to see Maribelle. He finally got the nerve to ask her to be his girlfriend a few months back on a hunt they did together, and they were on the road for that time, enjoying each other’s company and getting to know each other intimately. Dean had fallen in love with Maribelle over the recent years, admiring her strength and boldness, how everyone in their little community of hunters had respect for her because she was one of the best. She was tough and didn’t fear a thing. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman and more. Whenever he heard the song “Bad to the Bone”, she would always come to mind because of how badass she was. But she was also the sentimental side he rarely was. With her, he could be open and vulnerable.

Dean put the car in park and grabbed the bouquet of flowers he had gotten for her since he hadn’t seen her for two weeks. She left to do a case solo, saying that it was a quick salt and burn and wanted to see Bobby in the process. Before Dean could climb out the car, he froze in his seat as he saw his father exit out the room Maribelle said she was in. He was putting on his jacket, turning around to smile at Maribelle who was only in a robe. She smiled back at him and hugged him, placing a kiss on his cheek. Dean saw blood as he saw how affectionate they were being, and by what he saw, this didn’t look like a family visit. Dean stayed in the car until his father pulled away, watching as Maribelle waved goodbye. Before she could turn to go inside, Dean jumped out the car and bolted towards her, his face red in rage.

“What the fuck was that?!” he screamed, making Maribelle jump, her eyes growing wide in shock.

“Dean, what are you doing here? I thought you were coming by tomorrow?”

“Answer my question, what was my dad doing here!”

“He only stopped by to see me. Dean are you ok?”

“No, I’m not ok! I come by to see my dad leave your motel room, you in a robe and him putting on his jacket like he just got done getting dressed! What the hell did you two do?!”

“Dean calm down, he only stopped by because he heard I was in the area. He left on a hunt…”

“I am not calming down because by the looks of it my GIRLFRIEND and my DAD did something more than just say hi!”

Maribelle took a step back, her eyes narrowing.

“What are you saying, Dean? That John came here to sleep with me? You know John is like a father to me, he and Bobby practically raised me!”

“Well, what am I to think since my dad always put you above my brother and me!”

“He cares more for you two than he does me, Dean!”

“The fuck he does! When you call, he runs to you! When you had trouble in school, he was the first to be there! When you got sick, he would rush to Bobby’s even though you only had a cold! That man cares about you more than he does his two sons and I’ve always hated that about you!”

Maribelle’s eyes began to water, silent as Dean continued to scream.

“You know what? I don’t see why I am even here! You probably thought, ‘Oh since I am fucking the Dad might as well go for the sons!’” Dean screamed as he threw the flowers to the ground. “You can stay with him for all I care! Hell, you can call him right now and bet he will run back here in a heartbeat!”

Dean went silent, waiting for Maribelle to say something.

“So, going to stay silent?” he asked aggressively.

The last thing Dean saw was Maribelle shaking her head, tears pouring down her face. She looked down to the ground and whispered.

“Why would I say something if you hate me?”

And with that, she got back inside her room and shut the door on Dean. Dean turned back to the car and climbed in, speeding off into the darkness, never looking back.

Present Day

Dean, Sam, and Maribelle went back to Bobby’s the car ride silent. Dean had thought back on that night, the night he assumed Maribelle had something going on with his dad. After he drove off, he had headed straight to Bobby’s, hoping to relieve some of his anger with a possible hunt. Instead, he found his dad there. Dean broke into a screaming match with his dad who then cleared up the situation.

John had arrived at the motel to help Maribelle out. The case she went on turned out to be more than just a salt and burn and in the process got hurt. She had called Bobby for help but John was closest. When he had left, she had just taken a shower to clean off all the blood and gunk, telling him that she had to get some sleep because she was expecting Dean in the morning. She told John about her relationship with Dean and was hoping to receive his approval, which she did. But John made it clear to Dean that after what had happened, he didn’t want him near her ever again.

“You fucked up boy, and I am not letting you hurt her again! Why would you even think I would drop down to that level with a girl I raised as my own? Don’t ever go near her again you understand me!”

Dean took his fathers words to heart, never calling or looking for Maribelle. He even went to the lengths of avoiding Bobby’s if he knew she was there. He was angry with himself for what happened, but he knew she would never forgive him.

Once they reached Bobby’s, Dean had made up his mind that he would at least apologize. That she deserved that at least. Once the car was in park, the three of them climbed out of the car and the two brothers made their way towards the entrance to Bobby’s place, but Maribelle turned to head to her motorbike.

“Hey Mari, aren’t you going to stay?” asked Sam.

“Nah, gotta head back home for a few cases I left behind. Plus, I did what I came to do. Might as well get out y’all’s hair.”

“Hey Mari,” Dean yelled out as she turned her motorbike on. “Was wondering if we could talk a bit.”

Maribelle looked at him confused, one of her eyebrows raising up. Without a word she turned off her bike and climbed off, making her way towards the back of the yard. Dean followed right behind, finally reaching her when she stopped at the little garage where Bobby fixed all his cars. She jumped onto the hood of one of the cars, Dean standing right in front of her. Her gaze fell onto his and she crossed her arms over her chest, a sign that she was waiting for him to say something.

“Look, Mari,” Dean started as he cleared his throat. “I want to apologize for what happened that night. I jumped to conclusions which I shouldn’t have, and I took it out on you, not giving you a chance to explain everything.”

Maribelle stayed silent, which allowed Dean to continue.

“That night, my dad made it clear what happened and he told me that because I hurt you, that I shouldn’t contact you ever again.”

“And when have you ever listened to John Winchester when it came to women?”

“You were different. We kind of grew up with you. You were my girlfriend at the time and I had fallen in love. You were the first person I was able to be the real me. And when I thought about it, I deserved any hate that came your way.”

“Dean fucking Winchester, you think I’m mad at you because you assumed something? Hell yeah, it hurt when you literally called me a whore. But I was over that after I thought about how it looked to you. I waited for you to call me, text me, anything! And silence. You went silent on me, leaving me to hate you because you didn’t have the balls to man up and call.”

Dean looked down to his feet, ready for her yelling and possible punches.

“Yes, an apology was needed but I was willing to forgive your outburst. What you did, not calling and leaving me wondering if we were still together, made me mad. But what made it worse was that three weeks later I see you at a bar taking some blonde chick to your motel room. I stayed outside your room all night hoping the girl was a mistake. But nah, she stayed till morning.”

“I thought you wouldn’t want me after the way I talked to you, so I assumed…”

“YOU ASSUMED! That is your problem Dean! You don’t talk or say what you really want. You just close up when things don’t go your way! Why do you think Sam always worries about you idiot! Why do you think I worry about you?!”

Maribelle by this point had jumped off the hood where she sat and was standing in front of Dean.

“You want to know why John was careful with me, why he was overprotective?”

Dean nodded his head.

“If I tell you, you have to swear to me you won’t tell Sam. Swear it, Dean!”

“With my life.”

Maribelle turned around, raking her fingers through her hair, taking in deep breaths. After some time, she turned around and face Dean, a serious look plastered on her face.

“That demon John was hunting, his name is Azazel.”

“Yeah, that we know of. He told us everything about the bastard before he died.”

“Yeah, well, Azazel ain’t the demon you wanna mess with.”

“What are you talking about?”

Maribelle looked around, making sure no one else was around.

“Azazel did some things, things to certain children. I am one of those kids.”

Dean’s eyes grew wide in shock as Maribelle continued.

“The woman you knew as my mom, wasn’t my real mom. She died in a fire when I was barely four months old. My dad remarried, but I always saw her as my mother, even though she would never let me forget who my real mother was. She had great respect for her and wanted me to grow up loving them both. So, when my parents died, it was because Azazel sent demons after us. We were able to get away but as you know they died in the hospital because of their wounds.”

Dean reached out and wiped away a tear that slid down her cheek.

“Once John got hold of me, he made sure Azazel wouldn’t find me, keeping me at Bobby’s. He made it clear to me that I was dangerous if a demon wanted me and that if he had to put me down he would. Even being a hard ass, John made sure I was ok. That’s why, when I got older and understood the situation, I was ok with the thought of him having to kill me. Especially when I started having weird dreams of people dying and stuff.”

“Wait, dreams?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, John thought it might have something to do with Azazel, so every time I had a dream I had to call him. Those were the constant calls and him running out. It was all to save someone.”

Dean pulled back, surprised to hear what Maribelle was saying. Things were starting to make sense. Why dad told him that if he couldn’t save Sam, he had to kill him. His eyes landed back on Maribelle who went silent because of Deans reaction.

“What’s wrong Dean?”

“Nothing, just, this is a lot to take in.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

John’s words from the letter now made sense to Dean. Keep each other safe and keep Maribelle close. Make sure she stays good. John was basically telling Dean that if he couldn’t save her, that he had to kill her. Make sure she stays good. John basically left it up to Dean to save the two people he loved dearly or kill them if he couldn’t. Maribelle must have not known about Sam since she never once mentioned him.

“So, you promise not to tell Sam? I don’t want him finding out because he will try to put his life over mine, which I won’t allow.”

“Told you I won’t say a word,” Dean replied in a soft whisper.

“Good. And Dean,” Maribelle said as she grabbed hold of his hands with hers, making him look into her eyes. “If Azazel ever gets his hands on me, make sure you make it a kill shot.”

Dean looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, the girl he thought for a long time was his fathers favorite. He saw the fear in her eyes, something he had never seen before. Seeing her like this, afraid of what could be, asking him to do something like killing her, Dean held back his rollercoaster of emotions and nodded his head, deciding it best to keep to himself everything he knew.

“I got you baby.”

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Gravity Soul chapter 10: Weirdmageddon Take Two, Gravity Falls No Longer Safe? (originally posted on September 28, 2018)

AN: And so begins Weirdmageddon once more. Greetings loyal readers to the final arc of Gravity Soul. With Gravity Falls now no longer safe from the madness of Kishin Cipher, the Mystery Meisters now fresh off of rescuing Pacifica must find another place to hide from him and pull off one last plan to stop him. Also in this arc will feature the usage of the Vigenere cipher which means whatever word that is highlighted in bold in the author's notes will be the key needed to decipher it. But enough for now, let's all return to the BUNKER. TIZOXZNYF DLV EUEUIJU MRMVVUM JOVV UBBEKYU NB LI CPMG LYK GCANMEH NUOQ TPGRC EK B WBCX KIY XOIGFL AOZVS CADIEEYQ DLVN NB LI WPOAN FLU HBG MK'T NUO SKIYE GEP BLBERU

They thought it was impossible. They thought they would come out of that mansion with at least a few physical scars. But no. They received mental scars instead from what the fusion of the dream demon and the Kishin inflicted on them. The rescue party looked upward at Kishin Cipher cackling maniacally with his head tossed back and hands in the air. He had won and Weirdmageddon began anew. "W-we lost." Kid stuttered in sheer disbelief, at both the monster's victory and his previously unknown connection to Asura. "And did he just sing a big musical number about how everything has gone to hell now?" Black Star wondered. "I mean, it honestly was a catchy tune, but was it necessary?" Stanford and Maka on the other hand had their backs turned away from the others and mourned the sacrifices of the people they cared for the most. Ford had lost his brother, his best friend, the very person who had spent thirty years trying to rescue him and now in a cruel twist of irony, he was the one that needed saving now. Maka had lost her weapon, her partner, the boy who had put his life on the line for her own safety, and now he was gone. "Soul..." "Stanley..." It wasn't long before the two of them embraced while breaking down into tears as the others looked on. Dipper tipped his hat in silence & Mabel cried as well and Crona & Spirit, the only family Maka had left now, tried to comfort the girl. "So where do we go from here?" Wendy asked. "FOOLS!" Excalibur cried breaking the silence. "There's no use in staying here now that Kishin Cipher's reigning supreme, so I suggest we find somewhere to hide." he declared. "But where? Pretty sure we can't go back to the Mystery Shack right now." Soos answered before the Holy Sword cut him off. "FOOL! Isn't there some kind of secret hiding place in these woods?" "Oh that's right, there's Ford's secret bunker!" Wendy suddenly realized. "We just gotta find it, rest up in there for a while and then form a plan!" she stated. "Good plan there Wendy, but where is it?" Tsubaki wondered. "The entrance's disguised as a tree, so we just gotta keep knocking on wood until we hit metal." "Yeah, Wendy's right." Dipper agreed wiping the tears from his eyes. "If only we still had Journal 3 with us, then we'd navigate it easily." he added glumly. Suddenly they all heard a rumbling noise that quietly erupted through the forest before an entire stampede of cryptids from across Gravity Falls charged right through them. "Hey pigtails, move it!" one of the gnomes shouted. "We're fleeing here!" a unicorn snidely added. "Whoa, what are they all running for?" Patty wondered. "And was that a unicorn?!" "You should get going too little one, Weirdmageddon is back!" a large bear with multiple heads stated before staring off into the distance with fear. "My lord, they're coming!" Just then, a group of demonic looking bears bounced across the trees with their teeth bared and eyes full of primal hunger. "Oh no, they're bouncing here and there and everywhere!" Soos cried. "Mass chaos that's beyond compare!" "Well what're we waiting for, to the bunker!" Dipper exclaimed preparing to lead everyone out of the forest before turning back to find Melody, Ghost-Eyes and Pacifica's mother still standing there. "Wait, aren't you coming?" "Sorry Dipper, but I think this might be too dangerous for all of us." Melody said. "We'll all still be here when you get back, hopefully." "Be safe out there Gideon." Ghost-Eyes said to his fellow ex-inmate. "You too old friend." Gideon replied and they fistbumped. "Pacifica, I want you to know that no matter how you feel about your father and I, we'll be there cheering you on against that monster." Priscilla said hugging her daughter. "And remember to thank your friends for saving us as well." "I will mother." Pacifica replied before they broke. "I promise I'll come back for you." Soos promised Melody. "I know you will dude." his fiancee replied and then they kissed. "All right, let's get moving everyone." Maka commanded and thus the remaining Mystery Meisters set off for the bunker.

"Anything yet guys?" Mabel asked as Black Star kept knocking on the trees hoping that one would lead them to the bunker. "Seems like we've been walking and hiding forever." "Nothing Mabel, we're getting in a rut." the ninja replied before they hid behind one of the trees away from the gaze of an Eyebat. "We need to be very very quiet everyone. Kishin Cipher's forces could strike at any minute." Ford stated quietly and they continued on their way. As the party snuck around the forest, they found numerous monsters unknowingly on their tail, such as a large humanoid vulture creature that made a strange whimpering sound, a strange dark blue android with a green symbol on its chest & red fins sticking out the back of its head, a bipedal jackal wearing a silver mask, a muscular humanoid beast with flaming facial hair & a burn scar over his left eye and many more, all looking to kill on sight. "Yeesh, these are nothing like what we've faced before." Dipper commented examining all the new beasts that had been unleashed when suddenly, he laid eyes upon a strange being whose body seemed to be made of various pipes. "And what even is that thing?" The boy felt himself edging into insanity little by little before he quickly covered his eyes in fright. "Hey guys, I think we found it!" Liz called pounding on a strangely metallic tree. "This seems like a good place to hide." "This is the exact place where I found Journal 3." Dipper stated. "I was only told to put up signs for Stan one day and then there it was. Where it all began." he explained. "We can recap last summer later, let's open this baby and get inside!" Wendy exclaimed preparing to scale it with her axe. "Wait, you're going to do it like that?" Black Star wondered. "Of course dude, it's how we opened it in the first place." the cashier said. "There's this little branch that's hiding a lever all the way up there." "Well there's no need for climbing, let a ninja handle this!" Black Star boasted using his ninjitsu skills to race up the tree and jump, grabbing onto the aforementioned branch and pulling it, causing the grass surrounding it to collapse into a spiral staircase leading to the entrance. "Boo-yah!" "Well hornswaggle mah goat-knees, just like old times!" Fiddleford exclaimed doing a quick victory jig. "Now come on sprouts, I can show y'all around!" With that, the hillbilly forgone taking the stairs and jumped down the entrance to the door. "Now come by, it brings back memories!" "Just as long as there's no dust to make me asymmetrical." Kid flatly stated walking down the stairs with the Thompsons behind him and soon, everyone else all except for Ford who was looking off into the distance with a solemn frown. "C'mon Mr. Pines, Kishin Cipher's minions could be coming any minute!" Eruka called for him. "Oh, terribly sorry everyone!" Ford stuttered trying to hide his emotional pain as booming footsteps sounded from afar. Luckily they were all able to get in and close the entrance behind him before one of Bill's henchmaniacs did indeed come across the bunker. "Uh boss, those mortals are gone!" the beast announced scratching his head with one of his eight-ball eyes becoming crooked. "Oh hush up 8-Ball, we can find them later!" Kishin Cipher said floating down to meet his minion's gaze as the other monsters roaming the forest gathered around their new master. "We'll focus on terrorizing all those stupid humans for now, but the reason why I broke you all out of the Nightmare Realm," the fusion stated before he stabbed a finger into his temple and rapidly drilled into it. "IS REVENGE!" The abominations cheered and chanted Kishin Cipher's name as one of the new monsters stepped forth. "Oh yes master, we are forever at your command!" the female beast cried bowing before him. "My pelt is now your pelt!" "Aw shucks Kaguya, you're just too kind!" Kishin Cipher complimented stroking her head and making her purr. "But my lord, what about those children?" a sharply-dressed humanoid being with a deformed face wondered. "Oh don't worry White Rabbit, I already got a few guys after them." Cipher answered before he projected an image of a snake, a spider and a scorpion crawling around.

Stepping further into the bunker, the Mystery Meisters finally came across the shelter which contained various weapons, food supplies and a small bed. "Wow, did you build this for some kinda apocalypse? If so, then I should've really brought a fire-shooting guitar along!" Patty exclaimed amazed at the room but Kid on the other hand wasn't as happy. "Did you even take symmetry into account Stanford?! Everything here is horribly unorganized!" he screamed trying to clean everything up. "Just messy, messy, messy!" "Looks like we're gonna be here a while. Who's up for some High-Flying Beans?!" McGucket asked rifling through their rations before he came across a familiar candy. "Hey waitaminute, is this my Smez dispenser? So that's where it went!" "Fiddleford's right, we might be in here for quite a long time, which is why I've gathered rations to last us until 2070." Ford explained. "In case any of us go hungry after like twenty years tops, we might have to resort to cannibalism." he remarked. "Wait, so we're gonna stay down here while all those monsters run amok?" Dipper asked. "We haven't lost yet Ford, we just need to think of a-" "WE HAVE LOST, WE LOST EVERYTHING!" the surviving great uncle suddenly exploded spooking his young partner and realized just what he had done. "Oh my goodness, I am terribly sorry Dipper! I didn't mean to blow up in your face!" "It's okay Ford, I know where you're coming from. It's horrible we lost Stan, but that's not important right now." Dipper reassured the older man. "Right now, we just gotta find a way to stop Kishin Cipher." "Thank you for that kid, but I think I should just sit down for a while." Ford stated taking a seat on the bed. "I still can't believe it, Bill took my brother after he spent years trying to bring me back." he mumbled. "Somehow I feel that is just cruelly ironic." "You talking about your brother?" Maka asked sitting down next to him. "I feel you Mr. Pines. In fact, I lost my weapon & best friend at the same time yet I'm not randomly screaming in everyone's face." she said. "I know Maka, but I've known Bill far longer than any of you." Ford said starting to choke up before crying. "In fact, I thought he was my friend." "Wait, what?!" Black Star shouted dropping a crate he was moving onto Spirit's foot. "You and Bill were actually bros once?!" he asked. "How long ago was it? Please elaborate." Stein said taking a puff of his cigarette. "It was when I was much younger, around Spirit's age, when I first met Bill." Ford stated beginning to reminisce on less traumatizing times.

"It was when I hit a roadblock in my research of Gravity Falls, and I thought there was nothing else left to discover until I met him in my dreams." Ford narrated picturing his younger self resting under a tree in the forest before the greenery turned into something bizarre. Examining his new surroundings, Ford then came face to face with a peculiar triangular creature who greeted him in a polite yet screechy tone. "Hiya smart guy!" the shape said, his voice echoing throughout the strange realm. "Whoa, don't have a heart attack! You're not 92 yet!" "Who are you?" the young scientist asked. "Name's Bill, and you're Stanford Pines, the man who changed the world! But I'm getting ahead of myself, let's relax." the creature, now named Bill, stated making a teapot and a chessboard appear out of thin air. "Have a cup of tea!" "He claimed to be a muse that chose one brilliant mind once a century to inspire. But of course it was all a lie." Ford continued in the present day. "I allowed him to take control of my body whenever he pleased. I trusted him like a research partner until I got a glimpse of Bill's true plans." Much later on, Ford and Fiddleford stood in front of the universe portal that they unknowingly helped Bill Cipher construct with a crash dummy for testing. "Are we clear Fidds?" the younger Pines asked his lab partner, who was unaware his foot got tangled with the rope tying the dummy down. "I'll take that as a yes! Ready and..." Suddenly Fiddleford felt himself sucked in along with the dummy when they released it, only saved by Ford at the last moment before the portal would swallow him whole. "I got ya buddy!" Ford shouted tugging the rope and pulling his partner back to the ground. "What is it? Is it working, what did you see?!" The only words that came out McGucket's mouth was complete gibberish before he rose from the ground, his eyes widened in horror. "When gravity falls and earth become sky, fear the beast with just one eye!" he chanted to Ford's confusion. "Fiddleford, get a hold of yourself! You're not making any sense!" Stanford cried trying to put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder before he jerked away. "This machine is dangerous! You'll bring about the end of the world with this!" a now paranoid Fiddleford screamed. "Destroy it before it destroys us all!" "I can't destroy this, it's my life's work!" Ford tried to argue but his words fell on deaf ears as his partner stormed away. "I fear we've unleashed a great danger on the world, one that I'd just as soon forget. I quit!"

"I never learned just what he saw on the other side, but speaking in present tense I can only assume it was one of Bill's hangouts." Ford concluded his story. "Well is there anything in this bunker that can help us?" Tsubaki wondered. "Maybe if we can go deeper we'll get some answers!" Free replied tearing off a porthole that led to another room, this one consisting of various metal cubes lining every last corner. Going through the porthole, the room seemed almost normal except for a particular design on one of the tiles. "This security room is designed to crush intruders who don't have a code to reverse it. Now be sure to not step on that tile." Ford explained before he pointed to that specific tile. "That is the tile that could seal your dooms if someone presses it. Got it memorized?" "You got it." Free stated before he tried to step on the tile. "Ooh, what's this button do?" he asked and Soos grabbed him by the arm, keeping him away from the tile. "Sorry dude, you don't wanna press that. Might kill us all." Progressing further, they discovered a surveillance room connected to what seemed to be a laboratory given the presence of various cryogenic tubes, one of which was heavily damaged. "Seriously, how the hell did you build all of this without anyone noticing? And where did you get all the supplies too?" Black Star wondered before noticing something odd on one of the screens. "Hey, get outta there spider!" he said trying to squish it and realizing that it wasn't resting on the screen, but inside the lab itself. "Uh, Ford!" "Something the matter Black Star?" Ford asked the ninja. "You ever got any giant spiders in here? Cause I've already found one." he pointed out, much to the scientist's shock. "My word, how did that thing follow us in here?!" Ford cried racing to grab a rifle. "That thing could be one of Kishin Cipher's monsters, so I'm gonna need some help!" "You can count on me Sixer! Like I said before, just like old times!" McGucket declared arming himself with his sonic banjo. "We're with you as well Stanford." Stein added already commanding Spirit to transform into his scythe mode. "Okay then, let's move out!" Ford declared before Crona stopped him. "Wait, what about us Grunkle Ford?" "The rest of you stay in here and keep watch while we're gone! If anything happens, be on your guard." Ford stated before he, McGucket, Spirit and Stein departed the observation room to hunt down the spider, leaving the kids, Soos, Wendy, Blair, Excalibur, Free, Eruka and the Mizunes behind. "So what do we do now? The grownups all leave to kill spiders and we're stuck here doing nothing." Patty wondered unknowingly leaning on a red button on the console, causing one of the tubes to deactivate. This tube in particular contained what looked like a frozen Dipper screaming in terror that was ready to melt. The real Dipper gasped in horror, realizing just what this other him was. "Patty, what did you do?!" "What did I do?!" the Thompson asked. "You just released an evil experiment that tried to kill us when we first came here dude!" Wendy answered. "You sure about that guys? Looks like a frozen Dipper to me." Liz commented. "Exactly, that thing's a dangerous shapeshifter!" "Well what are we waiting for, let's go kill it!" Black Star shouted picking up Tsubaki and charging through the door that led to the lab, pretty much knocking it down. The rest of the party followed him behind ready to take on the beast.

Meanwhile with Ford's group, he, Fiddleford, Spirit and Stein crept through a long & winding tunnel system in search of the spider. "I don't think I remember ever digging such an elaborate passageway in here." Ford commented. "Did you Fidds?" "Nope, not the slightest clue!" McGucket replied before he dropped down and sniffed the ground to track its scent. "Think it went thataway!" he shouted pointing in the next direction like a dog. "Good work McGucket, though I'm not sure if that was really necessary." Stein stated and they moved onward. Going deeper through the caves, the four finally found the spider in a large open space that made it ripe for the squishing. "Okay everyone, be silent. I've only got one shot at this." Ford whispered aiming his rifle at the giant spider. "Ready, aim..." Just then, a snake loudly hissed breaking his concentration and firing, sending the bullet flying across the area. "What was that?!" "I think that was a snake!" Stein exclaimed. "Wait a minute. Spider, snake." he muttered then coming to a startling conclusion. "Oh no!" "Something the matter Frank?" Fiddleford asked before his mouth was hastily shut by the Meister. "Don't make a sound, they might hear us!" he cautioned them. "And yet you're making a sound right now!" Ford replied. "Kinda hypocritical much?" "Touche." Stein responded and just then, they heard a woman say "Vector Plate.", spawning an arrow under them & sending them flying toward the snake & spider. "Is this the scientist you told me about dear sister? I never seen someone with six fingers before." the gargantuan arachnid remarked before it transformed into a beautiful pale-skinned woman wearing a long black sleeveless dress. Spirit & Stein knew exactly who this was. "Arachne?!" "That's Arachne? And they're sisters apparently." Ford commented getting up and dusting himself off. "I don't see that much of a family resemblance." "Hello again Meister scum. And I see you've brought some new blood for us." Arachne greeted Stein. "It certainly has been a while Stein, pity that you abandoned me when you fell to madness." Medusa added. "Listen to me Stein, don't fall for her games!" Ford cautioned the Meister. "From the looks of it, she could trick anyone and then backstab-" It was then Ford came to a startling realization. A genius scientist that became close with a manipulative creature colored in black & yellow that was slowly toying with him. Why did that seem so familiar? It was almost like reliving the time he spent working with Bill, believing him to be a kindred spirit. "Weren't you all supposed to be dead?" Spirit asked. "I was until my sister requested that our new master bring us back to life." the elder Gorgon sibling answered. "Wait, what do you mean 'us'?" Ford wondered fearing if she was talking about someone else. His suspicions were confirmed to be true as another witch, this one looking much younger than the other two with a bizarre covering on her head that resembled a scorpion's tail at the end. "Meet our youngest sister, Shaula." "Wait, there's three of them?!" Ford exclaimed turning to Stein and pointing an accusing finger at him. "You only ever mentioned the two!" he shouted. "Well to be fair, how she was defeated was pretty embarrassing." Stein tried to defend himself. "I mean, she was killed by students of the NOT class!" "Silence!" Shaula boomed glaring at the pair of geniuses. "Kishin Cipher has resurrected all three of us to be his loyal servants and our mission right now is to kill all of you & those brats as well." she declared. "And as for my humiliation, he made sure it won't happen again and made me stronger." "Heads up y'all, looks like we're in for a rumble!" Fiddleford exclaimed picking up his sonic banjo as the others took up arms against the Gorgon sisters.

Back in the lab, the remaining Mystery Meisters were now face to face with a currently defrosted cryogenic tube and out of it, came an exact double of Dipper looking furious. "You!" it shouted in a deep voice pointing at Dipper, Mabel, Wendy & Soos. "You forced me into that contraption and left me to perish!" As it spoke, the Dipper clone transformed into a white-skinned insectlike creature with misshapen arms, one more slender with three fingers & the other swollen with a claw. "And I see you brought some fresh new faces for me as well." "That's what that shapeshifter looks like? I would comment on how horribly asymmetrical it is, but I'm too horrified beyond words!" Kid squeaked fearfully as the Shapeshifter took on the form of Maka. "Now then, which one shall it be?" it wondered emphasizing each word by transforming into Crona, Black Star, Tsubaki, Kid, Liz & Patty in that order. "Why not everyone?" it emphasized some more by turning into Eruka, Free and Mizune before its form changed into a terrifying amalgam of everybody he previously transformed into making them scream loudly in terror. "KILL IT WITH FIRE!" Pacifica hollered grabbing Liz, turning her into her weapon form and fired repeatedly, but the creature dodged the bullets by zooming off. "Where'd it go?" the formerly rich girl panted dropping Liz to the ground. "More importantly, where did you learn to fire like that?" the cowgirl weapon asked. "Got it from all my experience playing Bloodcraft: Overdeath." Pacifica answered boastfully. "PLATINUMPAZ level 100 to be precise." "You're PLATINUMPAZ? That's why I always get creamed whenever I face you!" Black Star exclaimed. "We can talk about video games later dudes, anyone know where that shifter guy went?" Soos inquired. "And more importantly, did I always have two big sisters?" Patty added remarking upon the sudden appearance of another Liz. "That is utterly preposterous Patty, our Liz isn't nearly as busty!" Kid stated clutching both of their assets. "As we should know, you aren't very symmetrical! Especially your chests!" This observation earned him a good smack on the head from Liz. "Well this is something only the real Liz would do!" "Wait, if that's the real Liz, then who's-" Tsubaki asked before she came to a shocking conclusion. "Oh no." she muttered frighteningly as the second Liz laughed before it transformed back into the Shapeshifter. "You discovered me far too easily!" it said. "But enough about you, I think it's about time I get revenge on you Dipper!" "Get back everyone, I'm going in alone!" Dipper ordered bravely picking up Excalibur. "Are you crazy Dipper?! Let me come too!" Wendy exclaimed pulling out her axe. "And us too, since we're going for a whole sharp weapons thing here!" Ragnarok added forming into Crona's sword. "Ah, we engage in a swords and sorcery type battle, I see. In that case!" The shapeshifter then formed a pair of its own swords out of its arms. "So be it!" "Okay change of plans. Me, Wendy and Crona will take on the shapeshifter while the rest of you take cover!" Dipper explained. "You got it broseph!" The others raced back into the adjacent room as Dipper made the first move, clashing Excalibur with the Shapeshifter's makeshift sword while Wendy scarred its other arm and Crona stabbing it in the back.

"I'm like really sorry for letting this happen guys." Patty hurriedly apologized dropping to her knees. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, just say the word!" "Hey chill out sis, it was just a button." Liz assured her younger sister. "And besides, it's not like you gave away something that could end the universe as we know it." Her comment accidentally sent shivers down Mabel's spine as she turned away nervously stroking her hair. She knew she couldn't keep mum about a certain event last summer no longer, but feared that if she spoke up about it right now it would result in being ostracized from her family. "Uh, are you okay Mabel?" Maka asked her. "What, no! I'm fine, perfectly fine!" Mabel exclaimed shyly, still not wanting to give away that secret she was keeping for months. "You know what would be great dudes? If we had some popcorn with us, cause this fight is heating up!" Soos exclaimed bringing attention to the fight going on next door. "Kinda like a fighting game!" "Yeah, get 'em Crona!" Black Star cheered the son of Medusa on. "Yeah, give that thing what for DP!" Pacifica added. "You can do it Wendy!" Soos exclaimed waving his arms around. "C'mon guys, do the wave with me!" Everybody complied doing the wave, all except for Mabel who remained silent in the corner and Eruka, Free & the Mizunes who had transformed into their animal forms and snuck away.

The four-way battle raged on with Dipper now getting a better grip on the sheer awesome power of Excalibur as he clashed with the Shapeshifter. "Look man, we don't want any more trouble then we've already caused, we just want to find shelter in here away from the flipping apocalypse!" "You have denied my freedom to roam the outside world and seek revenge, and now I shall deny you and your comrades the freedom of life!" the Shapeshifter roared before it suddenly heard a croak coming from the dark corner. It then immediately snatched Eruka from her hiding place and held her hostage. "Surrender now or this little toad gets it!" "Hey, let my little buddy go ya stupid Xenomorph!" Free shouted tackling the experiment from behind. "Think you can copy a werewolf like me big boy?! I'd like to see you try!" he challenged only to be smacked aside. "You are insignificant to me now. Leave or face death." "Well we're outta here! Dipper, we're gonna go look for Mr. Ford." Eruka explained hopping away to find the author. "And if you don't make it out, we'll tell him you're sorry." With the traitorous minions of Medusa now gone, the battle restarted with the Shapeshifter now preparing to attack Crona, but Wendy was quick to put herself in its path and slash the monster's mouth off, causing green blood to spew everywhere. "Always wanted to do that." "All right, go Wendy!" Ragnarok exclaimed. "Makes me wonder how that old man is doing."

Speaking of Ford, he was currently backed into a corner by Arachne, his rifle now out of ammo. "Seriously, what even kills you?!" he screamed deciding to just beat her over the head with the empty weapon itself. "I would say, but it would be foolish of me to do so." the spider witch snidely answered slashing him across the face with her fan. "AGH!" "Stanford!" Stein cried out temporarily distracted from Medusa, which led her to stab him from behind with an arrow. "Why continue to show concern for these fools when you can return to my side Stein?" she asked the bleeding genius picking him up by the shirt collar with a seductive, manipulative smirk on her face. "You are the most powerful Meister there ever was, and yet you continue to serve as Death's flunky." "Well at least I actually care for people. The only person you ever show concern for is yourself, everybody else you just lie to and use for your own gain." Stein wheezily remarked with a bold expression. "I know someone who has been through almost the exact same situation and I refuse to go through this again! Let's go Spirit!" "Right old chum!" Spirit replied being picked up by his Meister and activated their Soul Resonance. This caused stitches to appear at the three sisters' feet and tying them down to the ground. "Whoa nelly, they're knitted at the soles!" McGucket shouted enamored at the duo's techniques, using it as an opportunity to smack Shaula in the face with his banjo. "Quit hitting me you oafish hillbilly!" "Get down Fiddleford, I'm coming in for the kill!" Stein exclaimed preparing to land the final blow on the sisters before he felt something soft and squishy be stabbed on his scythe. "Uh oh." The object exploded revealing it to be one of Eruka's tadpole bombs and blowing him back, much to the frog witch's embarrassment. "Oh my God, I'm terribly sorry sir! I didn't notice you were already attacking, I just believed you needed help! Oh please forgive me!" "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the kids?" Stein asked them. "We thought you needed help against that giant spider but it turned out she's the sister of our ex-boss!" Free stated laughing nervously. "And speaking of the kids, your great-nephew is kicking the ass of some weird alien thing alongside the redhead and Crona." "Weird alien thing?" McGucket wondered. "Hey, I think he's talkin' 'bout Shifty!" he realized with a snap of his fingers before becoming scared. "Oh no, I think he's talkin' 'bout Shifty!" "Wait, that's what you called that monster? It transformed into all of us when we accidentally unfroze it and is now after Dipper, Crona & Wendy!" Eruka exclaimed. "I can explain later. Now let's move!" Ford commanded preparing to race back to the lab before he felt his feet slip off the ground. "Oh right, almost forgot about her." "We don't have time for you anymore Pines, but we'll keep on watching." Medusa threatened and the trio faded into the shadows cackling, their eyes being the only thing visible before finally vanished. "Well that was...ominous." Spirit remarked. "Now then, you were saying?" "Right, let's get outta here!" Ford stated racing out of the cave and the others followed.

"Any final requests brat?" the Shapeshifter snarled despite it having lost its mouth, now pinning Dipper against the wall as the boy tried to attack with Excalibur. "You can't stop me! I have the single most powerful weapon in the world!" Dipper declared holding the sword in the air before it was snatched out of its hands. "No!" "The most powerful weapon in the world? Doesn't seem to look like much." the experiment commented examining Excalibur before the Holy Sword spoke up. "FOOL! I'd think twice before insulting the legendary weapon of King Arthur himself!" he declared to the monster's shock. "It can talk?!" "Yes indeed. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Holy Sword known as Excalibur, sought after by Meisters far and wide to gain my ultimate power." Excalibur rambled. During his long-winded speech, not even the Shapeshifter was safe from making the Excalibur face, despite again losing its mouth. "Is he seriously this obnoxious?" "You have no idea." Dipper replied. "Now's our chance!" he exclaimed, giving Wendy & Crona an opening to strike the beast down, making him drop the young detective and the sword. "Are you ready Excalibur?!" he asked. "As a matter of fact, allow me to take this one boy." Excalibur said turning into his weapon form and hovering high in the air. "Holy Explosion!" he shouted zooming towards the Shapeshifter and stabbing him in the remains of its head and emitted a powerful explosion, finally killing it for good. When the dust cleared, all the three of them could see was Excalibur silently dusting himself off next to the green blood-covered remains of the Shapeshifter. "Where did that explosion come from?!" the voice of Free exclaimed running closer to the lab. "It came from here! Hopefully the kids are okay!" Ford replied finally entering the battle-damaged laboratory where they found Dipper panting and the Shapeshifter's corpse rotting. "Shifty..." "I am so sorry I had to do this Ford. But he tried to kill us once and we couldn't let him do it again." Dipper apologized putting a comforting hand on his great uncle, now mourning the death of the creature. "I accept your apology Dipper, but I feel like this is partially my fault as well." Ford stated remorsefully. "When Fiddleford and I raised it, it slowly became dangerous for some reason which led me to try and imprison it." "And we all know how badly that failed!" McGucket exclaimed killing the dour mood. "Oop, sorry. Carry on y'all." he then quickly apologized. "Now where the others at?" "That was totally wicked!" Black Star screamed in excitement as the aforementioned rest of the party burst out from the security room to congratulate Dipper, Crona & Wendy. "I mean, the way you weaponized Excalibur's annoyingness to kill him off was alphanumeric!" he shouted. "Try and guess which word I made up?" "We can all talk later. What happened to Mabel?" Dipper asked. "She's still with us, but she's been rather quiet for some reason lately." Kid stated. "No matter, now we have to contact my father! Maka?" "Right Kid." Maka obeyed stepping up to the cryogenic tube, fogging up the glass and writing the number needed to contact Death. "42-42-564, whenever you want to knock on Death's door." the girl Meister chanted causing the glass to turn into an image of Lord Death. "Oh hello there everyone! I see you've got Pacifica back, good show!" the Shinigami applauded the Mystery Meisters before he realized something was wrong. "Hey, what smells like dead alien body? And where are Soul & Stanley?" The party was silent for a few moments before Dipper put his hat over his chest. "They're gone." he revealed. "They gave themselves up to Kishin Cipher to save us and got turned into monsters like what happened with Pacifica's dad." "And then the guy unleashed all sorts of fresh hell all across Gravity Falls, complete with his own big showtune!" Patty shouted, much to Death's horror. "No, it can't be!" he gasped. "In Layman's terms Mr. Death, we're gonna need somewhere to hide until we're ready cause Gravity Falls is definitely no longer safe!" Soos said. "You got any place for us to stay sir?" "Oh yes, you can room with my students in Death City and train to stop Kishin Cipher." Lord Death suggested. "Thank you old friend, but first I would like to have a word with my new Meister." Excalibur said. "Mason Pines, please step forward." "Wait-what-how did you know my real name?!" Dipper exclaimed in confusion before the sword cut him off. "FOOL! I shall answer later, now take a knee my boy." he commanded, making the young man think he was being knighted. "His real name is Mason?" Pacifica tittered, causing Excalibur to silence them as well. "And you shall stay quiet as well!" "Yes sir." the rest of the Mystery Meisters complied bowing before the boy and the sword. "Mason Pines, for your sudden expertise in mastering the art of the sword, learning how to properly resonate with me and using my abilities to stop a great evil. I hereby anoint you as my newest Meister." he announced knighting Dipper with his cane. "May I wish good fortune upon you my friend." "Aw look, you made a new friend Excalibur!" Death exclaimed cheerfully before he began musing on how to move everyone to the Academy. "Now how can I create a way outta there?" he pondered before Eruka spoke up. "I believe Free and I can help out." "Oh, a witch helping us out? The last time that ever happened, we were quickly betrayed." Stein commented as the witch and the wolfman began combining their magic to create a gateway to Death City. With various mathematics symbols beginning to circle around a green entryway, the entrance began giving off a heavenly glow that left the duo exhausted. "Now before anyone says we pulled it out our butts, it's partially true." Free panted giving a thumbs up. "Spatial Magic and Magic Calculation, an unstoppable team." Eruka wheezed in reply. "Excellent, thank you for your assistance. Now come along, to Death City we go!" Ford exclaimed charging into the portal before Stein, McGucket, Spirit, Gideon, Black Star, Tsubaki, Blair, Waddles and Pacifica ran in after him. When almost everyone had exited the bunker into the portal, Dipper, Mabel, Maka and Crona were the only ones left to find that the witch's former cronies were being put back up on their feet by the Mizunes. "Aren't you coming with us too?" Mabel asked Eruka. "I would like to Mabel, anything to get away from this hellhole, but your town is in trouble and without you around, we might as well stay behind." Eruka answered reassuringly hugging the human girl. "And I just want to say, thank you both for helping us." "Yeah, we're gonna miss you little rascals!" Free exclaimed nearly crushing Dipper in a bear hug. "Gonna miss you guys too, now please stop crushing me!" Dipper groaned before being dropped to the ground. "And thank you for helping us get home." Maka stated gratefully. "Now good luck on protecting Gravity Falls while we're gone." "Uh guys, I think the portal might close any minute now!" Crona warned his friends as the gateway to Death City began to slightly fizzle out. "Oh right! Thanks for reminding us Crona." Dipper exclaimed before he ran into the light followed by his sister and Maka. "We'll see you guys later!" The last one to step into the portal was Crona, but only after he gave Free & Eruka one last hug. "I hope you'll all be okay when we get back." the Demon Swordsman whimpered. "Don't sweat it squirt, we got the skills to survive." Free assured Crona pushing him into the light. "Now go on, be with your friends." Crona put on a final smile before he faded into the light and the portal finally gave out, leaving the room almost deserted. "Well then, let's get crackin'!" the wolfman declared preparing to move out. "C'mon you three-eyed bastard, Papa Free's ready to get the belt out!" The Mizunes chittered in agreement scurrying behind and Eruka, turning back to examine the room hoping that her new friends safely escaped to Death City, being the last to leave, the only current occupant of the room being the decomposing corpse of the Shapeshifter.

Mere hours after the bunker was left completely empty, Kishin Cipher suddenly appeared and forced the Gorgons to kneel before him. "So, let's set a few things straight." he said in a polite yet livid tone. "I assigned you all to follow the Pines and those moronic Meisters into the bunker to kill them all." As Kishin Cipher continued, his voice grew deeper and his body turned a haunting crimson signaling that he was furious. "AND YET YOU ALL FAILED TO DO THAT TO EITHER OF THEM! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN YOU IDIOTS?!" "Please forgive us master, Screw was about to kill us when one of my former minions intervened and still they won over us!" Medusa begged for mercy. "Which one, the brain-dead mutt, the whiny frog or those pesky little mice?" Kishin Cipher sarcastically asked returning to normal. "And speaking of which, you might as well found me a new one!" Kishin Cipher then hovered over to the remains of the Shapeshifter and brought him back to life, albeit still with his mouth & an arm missing and various scars. "Good old Shifty! I've read a lot about you in Fordsy's journals, but I never thought we'd meet in person one day!" "Bill Cipher I presume?" the newly revived experiment asked. "Close but no cigar Stitch! Call me Kishin Cipher, the God of Weirdness & Madness and new master of these lands!" the Dream Kishin declared causing reality to spin around like a carousal and then stopping. "So, how'd you end up like this?" "There was this boy with an annoying sword who had put an end to me." the Shapeshifter answered to the horror of Kishin Cipher. "Wait, Pine Tree has Excalibur now?!" he exclaimed in shock. "I may be an utter pain in the ass to every one of my victims, but even I know where to draw the line!" "I need revenge! Make me your slave and I promise I shall be your greatest ally!" the creature begged him. Kishin Cipher contemplated for a few moments before finally accepting. "Okay then buddy, you're now mine!" he exclaimed. "But first you're gonna need some new threads." With a snap of his fingers, the Shapeshifter felt itself transform from a bizarre alien creature to a black chameleon-like beast with white markings lining its body, blood red eyes and a large heart-shaped hole in its chest. "So how's the new look dahling?" Kishin Cipher inquired with a proud look on his face admiring his work. "I feel so reinvigorated master! Please tell me when we can kill the Pines?!" "Up bup bup, don't get excited so soon! We still got other things to do." Kishin Cipher declared before he created a portal that he, the Shapeshifter and the witch sisters stepped into, no doubt to somewhere to plot their next scheme.

And so Weirdmageddon commences. With out heroes now being forced to retreat and the villains gathering forces, me the author and you the readers are left on the edge of our seats to learn what happens next. Will Ford make peace with his inner demons? What will happen when Mabel's secret gets out? Is there any way of stopping Kishin Cipher now?! Tune in next chapter, same Soul time, same Falls channel!

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Something Borrowed 2/? (Witney) - Miss Bianca & jazz

Summary: This was going to be Courtney’s first visit to her childhood home in five years, and she’d made a lot of plans. Obviously, none of them had included falling into a whirlwind, summer love affair with her father’s 28-year-old fiancée, three months before the planned wedding. But sometimes, things just happened.

Miss Bianca’s A/N: Aaaaaaand, we’re back!! Writing this is just what we do in our spare time, now - particularly after all the great feedback we got. Y'all ain’t ready for this chapter.

jazz’s A/N: So much sexual tension!!! Have fun with this one, friends <3 If you missed Chapter 1, it’s here! As always, let us know what you think!

Willam was everywhere, and Courtney had just about had it.

She was in every song Courtney heard on the radio, in every lipstick-stained glass left scattered around the house. Courtney found her discarded acrylic nails inexplicably abandoned on countertops, and strands of her bleached blonde hair on all the furniture.

Every time Courtney turned a corner, Willam was behind it, ready to make some snarky comment. Whenever Courtney entered a room, Willam appeared shortly thereafter to annoy her. No matter where she was in the house, she could hear the clicking of Willam’s heels, muted, off in the distance.

She tried to keep herself above it all, but Willam seemed determined to drag her down into the mud, making sure to provoke her at every opportunity.

And as if all of that wasn’t bad enough, Willam had made it her personal mission to take up more and more of Courtney’s closet space, despite all of the room she had in her own. First, there were the shoes, which Courtney had found again in the bottom, as if she’d never carried them to the master bedroom that first day when she’d arrived. Then, there were jackets, and robes, and finally, a huge fur coat that Courtney proceeded to carry out of her room and throw over the banister into the foyer. She loved watching the way the coat billowed in the air as it tumbled to the tiled floor.

“Hey, that was fucking expensive!” Willam had yelled, when she found it.

“I’m a fucking vegan!” Courtney had yelled back.

The fur coat had appeared back in her closet the next day, and she’d left it on the floor by the front door.

Her father didn’t get it, didn’t understand Courtney’s incessant bemoaning, why she’d been so jittery and on edge recently. But then again, there were a lot of things about him that Courtney didn’t get, either.

For one, why he – or anyone else – would meet Willam and want to put a ring on her finger.

“She’s not as bad as you’re making her out to be, Courtney,” was Dave’s distracted response.

“Even if she wasn’t, why did you ask her, of all people, to marry you?” Courtney asked, her arms crossed. “You’ve dated plenty of perfectly nice women in the past seven years, I’m sure. So why her?”

Dave set down his phone on the counter with a sigh, and turned to face her.

“I’m not getting any younger,” he said. “Women like Willam aren’t always going to be lining up to date me.”

“Well, good. Maybe there’ll be some friendly, civil women lining up instead.”

“Courtney,” Dave sighed, seeming exasperated. “It’s time for me to settle again. I don’t have the energy to keep playing the field, and with you coming back to stay here, it seemed wrong to not have someone else around to keep you company.”

“Wait, you’re saying she’s here because of me?” Courtney gaped at him, her hands clenched into fists. “Well, you can take the ring back, then, because I don’t want her around.”

“You’re being dramatic, Courtney.”

“Oh, am I?” Courtney could hear her voice getting louder, wondered if Willam was listening. With her luck, she probably was.

“She has expensive tastes, and I have the money to spoil her,” Dave said, his voice low and even, “And she’s always very… appreciative.”

“Dad!” Her face contorted into an expression of pure disgust. She’d heard enough. “Just pay for a hooker, for god’s sake! Then I won’t have to deal with her.”

“Hey,” he said warningly. “Just give her a chance.”

“It’s been a week. I’ve given her plenty of chances.”

“Well, she seems to like you just fine,” Dave said, throwing up his hands. “I think you two need to spend some quality time together outside of the house.”

“No time with her is quality time, Dad! She’s –”

“That’s enough,” he cut her off firmly. “You two are going to go somewhere together, tomorrow. I don’t want my girls fighting anymore.”

“But, I –”

“End of discussion, Courtney.” With that, Dave turned and walked away, leaving Courtney standing by herself in the kitchen, practically vibrating with frustration.

As soon as she heard him walk upstairs, she slammed her fist down on the counter angrily, wincing as her hand collided with the marble.

“Ooh, careful there, princess.”

Courtney rubbed her forehead, sighing deeply, and looked up to see Willam leaning against one of the archways that led into the kitchen. She seemed to have just come inside from tanning, wearing one of her seemingly endless supply of bikinis with a sheer robe, sunglasses dangling from her finger.

“You heard that whole conversation, didn’t you?” Courtney said.

“No,” Willam replied, glancing upwards. “Just most of it. Loved the part where you told your dad to hire a hooker, though. Real classy.”

“It’s not my fault that he decided to marry one,” Courtney shot back, massaging the side of her hand, which was now sore.

“I know how to manipulate people, and use sex to get what I want,” Willam said calmly. “That doesn’t make me a hooker. Not that there’s anything wrong with being one.”

Courtney just stared at her, irritated but unable to come up with a witty reply to something so truthful, and fully distracted by the way Willam was playing with the front of her robe. She tugged absentmindedly on the satin tie holding it closed, and the front fell open, sliding down off the tops of her shoulders. The bikini top was pink and halter-neck today, pulling her breasts up and together, and Courtney wondered why she’d never worn it before. It looked awfully easy to take off.

“See?” Willam said, and Courtney’s gaze shot up to meet hers again. “Now you’re thinking about having sex with me again, aren’t you?”

“I – well, I –” Courtney stammered, her face flushing. Willam had an extraordinary knack for rendering her speechless, and even though it had been a week, she still wasn’t even close to being used to it.

“It’s fine, kitten,” Willam said, smirking. “I don’t mind. At least you’re cute.”

Courtney opened her mouth, her face feeling even hotter now. She couldn’t believe Willam had the nerve to talk down to her like that. Her pulse quickened inexplicably, and she wanted to tell off her heart for misbehaving.

“Don’t call me that,” she managed to say, hating how whiny and childish her voice sounded, how she wished she weren’t standing so far away from Willam.

“Relax, girl,” Willam replied, rolling her eyes. “It was supposed to be a compliment.”

Courtney shook her head, frozen in place as Willam wiggled her fingers at Courtney and turned to head upstairs, apparently deciding that her work was done here. She threw an upbeat, “See you tomorrow,” over her shoulder before she disappeared from view.

Groaning, Courtney rested her elbows on the counter and buried her head in her hands. She could still feel how warm her face was from blushing, despite her annoyance.

See you tomorrow. The words echoed in Courtney’s mind, an unpleasant guarantee that caused a lump to rise in her throat.

She could barely tolerate Willam in small doses, let alone for an entire afternoon, trapped in public without any viable options for escape. Courtney didn’t even think she was capable of holding a conversation with Willam for longer than ten minutes, and she certainly didn’t trust Willam enough to not push the boundaries, just to see how hot and bothered she could make Courtney in the presence of other people.

And who knew what Willam might wear, or decide not to wear?

When the telltale clicking of Willam’s heels ceased, Courtney knew it was finally safe to trudge upstairs to her room. She resisted the urge to slam her door behind her, not wanting to inform Willam of her whereabouts, just in case she decided she wanted to pay a visit.

In the safety of her room, Courtney let out a long breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in. Reluctantly, she gravitated toward her closet, opening its door to see what Willam might’ve left inside, a habit at this point.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she muttered. It was the fur coat, again, giant and fluffy and mocking her.

Pulling it off the hanger, she stomped back over to her door, about to open it and throw the coat down the stairs again, just as one last ‘fuck you’ to Willam.

There wasn’t a point, she realized. Charging back out in the hallway was likely to draw attention, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. Her hand slid off the door handle, and she padded over to her bed instead, flopping down dramatically and laying the coat beside her.

Keeping up with Willam’s exhausting games was taking its toll. Courtney felt spent, physically and mentally. She let her body sink into the mattress and stared at the wall across from her, studded with old posters, postcards of places Dave had traveled for business, and glossy, framed photos. She inspected the pictures with a tired smile – the one of Courtney and her mom from their family vacation to Australia, hung next to a photo of Courtney plastered between Alaska and Adore in a hug, all glowing in long gowns before senior prom.

Things were so much simpler then.

Courtney pulled her phone out from her back pocket, struck with the sudden urge to call Alaska, to talk to someone sane about the crazy week that she’d had. She desperately needed to vent, or she thought she might scream – either that, or fling Willam’s fur monstrosity out her bedroom window, once and for all.

Alaska answered on the third ring, and Courtney wanted to hug her through the phone.

“I’m being punished for something,” Courtney began, in place of a greeting. “I don’t know what I did, but I think I’m currently paying for it.”

“Well, hi to you, too,” Alaska replied.

“Alaska,” Courtney whined, dragging out her friend’s name for much longer than was necessary. “This is serious. Help me.”

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong, can I?”

“My dad is getting married,” Courtney said.

“Oh,” Alaska said. There was a pause. “How old is she?”

“28.”

“God. That’s fucked up.”

“I know. I need some good news. Distract me.”

“Well, my internship is going really well,” Alaska started slowly. “It’s not the most thrilling thing in the world, but I guess you have to start somewhere if –”

“You know, I feel like a prisoner in my own home,” Courtney complained, cutting Alaska off completely.

“You poor thing,” Alaska said indulgently, with a sigh.

“Willam acts like she owns the place,” Courtney fumed. “Oh, her name’s Willam, by the way.”

“The nerve,” Alaska commented dryly.

“And half the time, she’s hardly even wearing any clothing! It’s like she couldn’t care less that I’m here, and that it’s my goddamn house, too.”

“Mmhm.”

“She uses my closet space for her shoes and her robes and her stupid fur coat,” Courtney continued. “I hate that thing, I wanna set it on fire.”

Pausing for a few seconds to catch her breath, Courtney looked at the coat next to her, and realized she had a fistful of the fur in her hand, squeezing it tightly out of frustration. She let go immediately, her hand jerking back to rest on her stomach as if she’d been burned.

“So, I take it we don’t like her.”

“We hate her, Alaska,” Courtney corrected. “She’s irritating, and bitchy, and tacky.”

“Sounds terrible.”

“I bet she’s had work done,” Courtney mused. “There’s no way her boobs are real.”

“What, are they like balloons or something?”

“No, no,” Courtney shook her head. “They’re just really… really perfect.”

There was silence on the other end of the line.

“You there?”

“You should probably stop staring at your dad’s fiancée’s tits, Court.”

“I don’t – well, I don’t try to stare at them!”

“How about her ass, do you stare at that?”

“Alaska!”

“What? It’s a valid question.”

“Well, she has really nice legs,” Courtney admitted after a moment. “And she’s a big fan of stilettos, so…”

“So, do we hate her?” Alaska asked. “Or do we want to fuck her.”

Courtney opened her mouth, indignant, and then closed it again, staring up at the ceiling. She chewed on her lower lip, absentmindedly running her fingers through the fur of Willam’s coat. It smelled like her, Courtney realized – her perfume, her shampoo.

“Um,” she said.

“Is it both?”

“I think it might be,” Courtney sighed.

“Can you send me a picture of her?”

“I don’t have any.”

“Then go to her Instagram and get one,” Alaska said. “And don’t try to pretend you haven’t stalked her.”

“I have not!” Courtney protested.

“Courtney, I know you better than that.”

Rolling her eyes, Courtney put Alaska on speakerphone and went to find a picture. Her best friend was, of course, right. She’d stalked Willam’s social media for the third time the night before, and she knew exactly which picture to send.

“Check your messages.”

“Um, holy crap,” Alaska said after a moment. “Does she walk around the house like that?”

“Usually it’s in bikinis, not lingerie, but it has the same effect either way.”

“Okay,” Alaska exhaled. “Well, I can’t in good conscience tell you that you should fuck your dad’s fiancée.”

“Of course not.”

“But that doesn’t mean that I’d, like, judge you,” she continued. “If you did.”

Courtney pictured Willam down the hall, sprawled out naked on her own king-size bed, and her stomach twisted. She was only about twenty, twenty-five steps away, probably, and that knowledge alone was enough to make Courtney want to jump out of her own skin.

“Alaska!” Courtney exclaimed.

“What?”

“I’m not gonna fuck Willam!”

“Okay, okay,” Alaska said with a chuckle. “I’m just saying, if you do, you can tell me about it.”

“There won’t be anything to tell,” Courtney insisted.

“I’m sure you’re right.”

“I’m hanging up now,” Courtney announced, rolling her eyes. “Love you.”

“Love your pussy,” Alaska drawled, and then the line went dead.

Courtney dropped her phone on the bed, and sighed heavily. Alaska seemed pretty convinced that something was going to happen between her and Willam – and she’d be lying if she said that just a little part of her didn’t hope that her friend was right.

—–

It was noon before Courtney finally managed to drag herself reluctantly out of bed the next day. She’d woken up a couple of hours earlier, and sat up lazily to see Willam’s coat still lying near the foot of the bed, an unpleasant reminder of what the day had in store for her. There was only so much longer she could delay the inevitable.

Downstairs in the kitchen, she was greeted by the sight of Willam in an almost-sheer white silk robe and nothing else, picking at a small bowl of fruit in front of her.

Instantly, she regretted ever getting up in the first place. The other woman was standing at the bar, her back to Courtney, and Courtney’s mouth was dry.

“How about her ass, do you stare at that?” Alaska’s voice rang in Courtney’s ears mockingly, and she managed to tear her eyes away from Willam, walking past her and opening the fridge.

“Good morning to you, too,” Willam commented.

“Kind of a shitty one, actually.” Courtney slammed the fridge shut, and went to get some water from the sink instead.

“I haven’t gotten dressed yet,” Willam said.

“Oh, I thought you were going out in that,” Courtney replied dryly.

“Nah. Not tight enough.”

Courtney made the mistake of turning to look at Willam again, and squeezed her water glass tightly. Willam’s forearm was resting against the countertop, pulling the robe tight over her chest, and Courtney could see the darker outlines of her nipples through the light, insubstantial fabric.

Willam was watching her with an amused expression, and Courtney wanted to press her against the counter and wipe the look off her face. Breathing slowly through her nose, she took a sip of water, attempting to calm herself down.

“Dave gave me the Amex,” Willam said, tapping the credit card on the counter with a nail. “We’re going shopping.”

If her father was about to force her to spend time with Willam, at least he had the decency to fund the outing.

“Is there a cab coming or something?”

“Nah, I’m driving,” Willam said, standing upright and adjusting the robe on her shoulders. With effort, Courtney kept her gaze on Willam’s face.

“What, he didn’t wanna pay for a taxi?”

“I told him I didn’t want one,” Willam shrugged, before pushing the bowl of fruit away and heading out of the kitchen. “Driving’s fun.”

Courtney struggled with the image of Willam sitting behind the wheel of a car, figuring Willam must drive some tiny convertible, probably in bright red. Suitably obnoxious for someone like her.

Courtney was shocked to find Willam a half hour later, fully dressed in something only slightly more appropriate than the sheer robe, dangling keys to a Jeep from her pointer finger.

“You drive a Jeep?” Courtney asked, following Willam out to the parking pad.

“What did you expect, a Prius?”

“I don’t know, something small and shiny and expensive looking,” Courtney shrugged.

“Small cars are for pussies.”

Unsure how to respond to that, Courtney opened the passenger door of the Jeep and climbed inside. The sight of Willam in the big driver’s seat was almost comical, with her glittery makeup and tiny dress, popping her gum and lowering her sunglasses over her eyes.

Once she turned on the car and started driving, though, the urge to laugh vanished. Willam drove almost carelessly, like she could do it in her sleep, one hand resting lazily on the top of the wheel while the other fiddled with the radio.

Watching out of the corner of her eye, Courtney noticed Willam’s thigh flex as she pressed on the gas pedal. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the leather hot against her skin.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Courtney asked, in an attempt to distract herself.

“Santa Monica,” Willam replied. “It’s a great place to blow all your future husband’s money.”

Rolling her eyes, Courtney glanced down at her phone. There was a text from Alaska, consisting only of side-eye and smirking emojis.

The trip passed slowly, punctuated by a few choice expletives thrown out the open driver’s side window and the predictable popping of Willam’s gum. Courtney was grateful when they finally reached their destination, even if only because leaving the car meant she’d have something to think about other than how unexpectedly attractive Willam looked while driving.

“Lead the way,” Courtney offered with a grimace.

Willam was in her element, Courtney could tell. She may as well have stayed home – Willam was much more interested in the strappy wedges and the chunky belt she’d scored than she was in Courtney’s company. Every once in a while, Willam would toss out an, “ooh, pretty,” or a, “gimme that,” but Courtney figured the comments weren’t meant for her response, not really.

Courtney thumbed through a rack of shirts, wondering how long she’d have to keep this charade up before her father would be satisfied that they’d “bonded,” whatever the hell that meant. She pulled out a blouse to inspect, red chiffon and off-the-shoulder.

“You’d look good in that one,” Willam noted, appearing behind Courtney with a few garments folded over her forearm, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. “Try it on.”

Willam motioned toward the fitting rooms with a nod, and Courtney swallowed hard, feeling compelled to follow.

They passed through a set of velour curtains and into the softly lit changing room, an ornate, oversized mirror propped against the adjacent wall and a chandelier hanging daintily from the ceiling. Courtney made a beeline for the first open stall, closing the curtain behind her.

She removed her top and slid the new blouse over her head, its tags poking her ribcage. She appraised herself in the mirror for a moment, giving a slight twirl.

Courtney heard the clamoring of hangers and zippers from the stall to her right, accompanied by a muffled “damn it.” Then, after an exasperated sigh, Willam called out, “Hey, need your help.”

Courtney opted to ignore her, tugging at the sleeves of her blouse. It did look good on her.

And then Willam was barging into her space, one hand clutching the front of a strapless dress to her otherwise bare chest and at least five more items of clothing hung over her other arm. She dumped the clothes unceremoniously on the bench, and turned her back to Courtney.

“Zip me.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Courtney demanded.

“Trying on a dress,” Willam said. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Uh, barging into my changing room without asking permission.”

“Just zip up the dress, Court.”

Courtney half wanted to refuse, just to spite her, but she figured she’d just come off as a child throwing a fit. Willam held her hair up off her back, glancing over her shoulder at Courtney expectantly. Sighing, Courtney started zipping the dress up slowly, pulling the stiff red fabric together over Willam’s back and resisting the urge to run her fingers across the smooth skin.

“I think it’s a size too small,” she said after a moment, when the zipper refused to move any farther halfway up Willam’s ribcage.

“No, it’s not,” Willam insisted. “Hold on, lemme suck in.”

Willam held her breath, and Courtney tugged on the zipper again. Sure enough, it slid up the rest of the way, and Willam exhaled.

“What do you think?” she asked, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she looked in the mirror.

The dress was skin tight and came down to her mid-thigh, with a low sweetheart neckline. It was also definitely a size too small, and as Willam turned to face her, Courtney’s gaze fixed on her cleavage automatically.

What did she think? She hated the thing. She thought she’d like Willam to wear it all day, just so that she could personally rip it off of her later, the more damage done to the dress the better.

“It’s okay,” Courtney managed to say instead, swallowing.

“Yeah, I’m not crazy about it either. Unzip?”

Courtney’s knuckles grazed Willam’s spine as she pulled the zipper south, focusing on her hands in an attempt to ignore the fact that in just a matter of seconds, Willam would be entirely topless.

Willam tugged the material down over her hips, wiggling out of the dress, and it dropped to the floor. Courtney took a deep breath, and pointedly avoided Willam’s reflection in the mirror.

And then, Willam stepped out of the dress and leaned over to pick it up, and despite her best attempts, Courtney failed to avert her eyes this time.

She was tanned and toned all over, and Courtney wanted to sink her fingers into the few places on her body that were soft. Particularly her ass, which was currently mere inches away from being pressed against Courtney’s hips.

Willam had to know what she was doing, Courtney realized. At this point, it just wasn’t realistic that she could’ve seen the other woman mostly naked so many times by accident. Willam was rifling through her pile of clothes in nothing but panties, and she had to know. She had to.

Courtney very nearly said so aloud, until Willam had to open her mouth and ruin the moment.

“Do you think your dad would like me better in this?” Willam asked, sliding into a crop top. “Or this?” She held out a denim shirt.

“Oh my god, get out of my dressing room.”

Willam glanced up at the ceiling, as if she was considering.

“Nah.” She pulled the crop top off, and Courtney immediately looked away, fumbling in her back pocket for her phone.

The rest of the shopping trip passed far too slowly, and Courtney spent most of it actively trying not to check Willam out – which was difficult, since the other woman had decided they were sharing changing rooms in every store they went in.

By the time they finally climbed back into Willam’s Jeep, laden down with bags of Willam’s purchases, Courtney had seen enough of her body for a lifetime, and she was pretty sure that the blush on her own cheeks was becoming permanent. Whenever she closed her eyes, Courtney was assaulted by images of Willam bending over to take off a skirt, or her back muscles flexing as she pulled a shirt over her head, and her hands itched to touch.

Once Willam pulled up next to the house, Courtney fled, wanting to put as much distance between them as possible. Locking herself in her room, she sank down onto the chair next to her bed and texted Alaska everything.

Alaska had been right. Alaska was always right, as Courtney knew.

She just hadn’t wanted her to be right about this.

She didn’t think either of them had realized how intent Willam apparently was on seducing her, but in all honesty, she wouldn’t have been surprised if Alaska had figured that out, too.

For a week now, Courtney had convinced herself that she was imagining it. She’d even wondered if some of it, like the moment when Willam had nearly kissed her in the kitchen that first night, had ever happened at all.

But after today, she was sure. And she had to do something about it, before it escalated even further.

It was around 4 in the afternoon, which meant Willam was almost definitely out tanning by the pool. Her father wouldn’t be home for another three hours, at the earliest. Plenty of time to confront Willam, and let the tension cool down before Dave arrived.

They needed to clear the air. Before she could change her mind or have second thoughts, Courtney left her room, heading downstairs and out into the backyard.

“Willam!” she announced. “Willam, we need to –”

She spotted Willam by the pool, and the words died in her throat.

The other woman had apparently decided she needed to up her game again, by taking off even more clothing, of course. What Courtney hadn’t mentally prepared herself for, though, was the inevitable conclusion to Willam’s little game.

“You wanted me?” Willam called lazily, a victorious smirk on her face.

Courtney opened her mouth, trying to come up with a response in the midst of the shock of seeing Willam’s naked body sprawled outon a lounge chair, glowing in the late afternoon sun.

It took her much longer to recover her indignance than she wanted to admit, but once she did, she crossed the rest of the distance between them as quickly as she could.

“I’ve had enough of this, Willam,” Courtney declared.

“Of what?” Willam said, disinterested.

“Of this!” Courtney gestured towards her with a flailing arm. “This is my house! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I can’t have tan lines,” Willam said, running her fingertips slowly down over her stomach. “It’s just easier this way.”

Her eyes following Willam’s hand, Courtney bit her lip, trying to catch her breath.

“You should try it sometime,” Willam added suggestively, and Courtney’s gaze snapped back up to her face. Willam had lifted her glasses, a small smile on her lips, and Courtney could hear the challenge in her tone.

“Maybe I will,” she snapped, and Willam raised an eyebrow, as if she didn’t believe her.

Courtney didn’t know if she believed it, herself. But Willam was clearly into her as well, and the opportunity to turn the tables on her was too tempting to resist.

Turning on her heel, she strode back inside, determined not to back down from the challenge. Taking the stairs two at a time, she imagined the look on Willam’s face when she realized that Courtney had actually gone through with it, instead of just storming off and moping.

Once in her bedroom, Courtney stripped, and started rifling through her closet for something to wear temporarily. The silk robe that Willam had worn earlier that morning was hanging near the back, and Courtney grinned.

Pulling it on, Courtney gave herself a once-over in the full length mirror, fussing with her hair until the soft curls fell just right over her shoulders. She was running on pure adrenaline, the heat coiled low in her stomach driving her to recklessness.

Before she could lose her nerve, she was heading back down the stairs and outside again, heartbeat thudding in her ears. Her skin felt hyper-sensitive, the soft brush of the fabric over her nipples making goosebumps rise on her chest.

She stopped directly in front of Willam’s chair, looked her dead in the eyes.

Willam removed her sunglasses, her lips parting.

“You gonna take that off?”

Courtney clenched her fists, her body stiffening momentarily. The sudden intensity of Willam’s gaze on her was more disarming than she’d expected.

“You need some help, sweetheart?” Willam said, the corner of her mouth turning up.

“Fuck you, Willam,” Courtney spat, her jaw tight.

“Do you want to?” Willam’s hand curled on her chest, knuckles brushing over the space between her breasts. “Don’t even answer that, I already know.”

“Do you ever think about maybe shutting up?” Courtney burst out. “Just for like, a minute?”

“Make me.”

Locking eyes with Willam, Courtney pulled the tie on the robe and shrugged it off in one swift motion, letting it fall to her feet, and time seemed to stand still.

Willam grinned, and tossed her sunglasses onto the side table, her hungry gaze traveling slowly over Courtney’s form.

“Come here, kitten.”

For once, Courtney didn’t think. She just moved.

The fabric of the lounge chair felt rough against her skin as she crawled up over Willam’s body, her thigh sliding between Willam’s as she hovered over her, one arm resting on either side of her torso.

“I told you not to call me that,” she breathed, face to face with Willam now.

“But you answer to it.” Willam’s fingertips slid up her side slowly.

“You’re such a bitch.”

“You love it,” Willam murmured, her hand coming up to cup Courtney’s cheek, thumb running over her lips. “It makes you all hot and bothered, doesn’t it?”

“Shut up,” Courtney hissed, frustrated.

Willam’s thumb teased at her lower lip, brushing over her teeth, and Courtney opened her mouth, biting down on the digit before running her tongue over the tip.

Willam tried to pull her hand free, but Courtney resisted.

“See?” Willam breathed, her fingers curling under Courtney’s chin. “Kitten.”

Leaning up, Willam pressed her lips to Courtney’s jaw, then the corner of her mouth, nails scratching lightly over the sides of her ribs.

Courtney whimpered inadvertently, her lips closing around Willam’s thumb. The heat of Willam’s skin was driving her insane, and she pressed closer, needing to feel more of it, her hips rolling forwards. Willam’s hand slid down her back to rest on her ass.

When Courtney’s lips finally crashed against Willam’s, it was feverish and needy. The press of Willam’s tongue against hers felt like a challenge, and Courtney lost herself in it. She reveled in the sensation of Willam’s chest, soft and warm against her own, deepening the kiss greedily.

Willam’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her head back roughly to break the kiss momentarily, and then her mouth was hot on Courtney’s neck, sucking and biting.

“No hickeys,” Courtney said, her voice unsteady. Willam’s teeth dug into her pulse point anyway, lips closing around her skin, and Courtney groaned, practically melting down onto her.

“Oops,” she murmured, and Courtney could feel her smirk against her skin.

“Fuck, I hate you,” Courtney exhaled, one hand moving to her own breasts.

“Oh, so that’s why you’re so wet?”

Willam shifted slightly, bending her knee, and suddenly her thigh was pressing against Courtney’s core, proving her point. Feeling another whimper building in her chest, Courtney leaned down to kiss Willam again, trying in vain to muffle the sound. Willam nipped at her lower lip, tugging it sharply between her teeth.

“Need you to touch me,” Courtney whined against her lips, no longer caring how strung out she sounded.

“No you don’t,” Willam said. Her other hand moved down to join the first on Courtney’s ass, pulling her hips closer and flexing her thigh between Courtney’s legs.

Her head dropping, Courtney rocked against the pressure, trying to gain any sort of friction. Willam’s collarbone was glistening with sweat, and Courtney ran her tongue over the skin, hearing the other woman moan softly for the first time. The sound made her eyes flutter shut, and she tucked her face into Willam’s neck, layering kisses over the side slowly.

“Fuck, Courtney,” Willam breathed.

Hearing Willam utter her name like some kind of desperate prayer was more than enough to spur her on, her hips rocking faster against Willam. Fingers dug into her ass, encouraging her movements, Willam’s thigh hot and slick underneath her.

She couldn’t stop the whimpers now, vibrating against Willam’s skin as her mouth dragged over her throat. The tension continued to build up in Courtney’s abdomen, and when Willam turned her head slightly to murmur in her ear, she clenched uselessly around nothing.

“Look at you,” Willam said, her voice breathy. “You wanted this so bad, didn’t you?” Her lips grazed the shell of Courtney’s ear. “In the dressing room today? In the kitchen?”

Courtney nodded, feeling her face flush. She was so close, her clit practically throbbing against the pressure of Willam’s leg.

“Where else?” she asked.

Moaning, Courtney pressed her face closer to Willam’s neck.

“Tell me,” Willam said.

“The car,” Courtney managed to gasp, her words muffled. “In the car, I wanted to… oh, god.”

She nearly went limp as Willam snaked a hand underneath her ass to slide two fingers inside her without warning.

“What did you want to do?”

“T-touch you,” Courtney stuttered, her walls clenching as she rocked back onto Willam’s fingers. “Pull up the bottom of your dress, and… and…”

“Fuck me?” Willam finished, her breath hot on Courtney’s cheek.

“Yes,” Courtney groaned, pressing her lips to Willam’s neck. “Fuck me.”

Willam chuckled quietly.

“I am, kitten.”

She curled her fingers inside of Courtney as she spoke, and that was it. Courtney’s breath caught as her climax hit her, hips bucking against Willam as she dissolved into a mix of whimpers and curses mumbled into the other woman’s skin.

Willam was there with gentle hands rubbing over her back as her body went soft, her breathing still unsteady. Courtney wanted to let herself enjoy this, just for a moment, to sink into Willam completely and forget all the reasons why she shouldn’t.

She kissed the underside of Willam’s jaw, and the other woman shifted slightly beneath her. Wondering at the reaction, Courtney parted her lips, and licked slowly up the side of her throat. Willam let out a shaky exhale, her nails digging into Courtney’s shoulder blades.

Hiding her smile in the dip of Willam’s collarbone, Courtney resolved to make her moan again, and in as many ways as possible.

Courtney pushed herself up from Willam and began to pepper small kisses across her chest before sucking one of her hardened nipples into her mouth. She rolled it gently between her teeth, and Willam groaned, her back arching off of the chair at Courtney’s attention.

Hoping to elicit the same sound again, Courtney brought her hand up to cup Willam’s other breast, tugging the nipple between her fingers. The moan was quieter this time, more of an exhaled oh than anything else, and Courtney could’ve listened to it over and over again.

Sliding down lower still, she placed kisses across Willam’s stomach, devoting extra time to the patch of supple skin directly below her bellybutton. It was the only spot on Willam’s abs that wasn’t just flat muscle under skin, and when Courtney dug her teeth into the softness, Willam actually whined, high-pitched and perfect.

By the time Courtney moved on, nipping lightly at the front of Willam’s hip, Willam was practically squirming, much to Courtney’s satisfaction.

She could tell that Willam was silently willing her to just get on with it already, and as much as she wanted to, she was enjoying the shift of power too much to give Willam what she wanted just yet.

Willam had put her through hell this past week, and she needed to hear her beg for it.

“Courtney,” Willam half whined, her hands sliding through Courtney’s hair and pulling it away from her face.

“Hmm?” Courtney hummed, her lips brushing over the inside of Willam’s thigh.

She looked up, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she saw the bite marks darkening on Willam’s abs. Willam was a sinful vision, panting heavily, her eyes wild and her hair even more tousled than usual.

“C’mon, just…” Willam started, trailing off and letting out another moan as Courtney pressed open mouthed kisses closer and closer to her center.

“Did you want something?” Courtney asked, resting her cheek against Willam’s thigh.

“You know what I want, you bitch,” Willam panted.

“Oh, insulting me,” Courtney said. “Very persuasive.”

She leaned in closer, one hand holding Willam’s hips down as she wriggled impatiently. It struck her that Willam had probably wanted her this whole time, probably as much as she’d wanted Willam – maybe even more.

“Ugh, fuck you.” Willam tugged on her hair desperately.

“How long have you known?” Courtney asked. She rubbed her thumbs teasingly over the fronts of Willam’s hips, waited for an answer.

“What… what are you talking about?”

“That you wanted me like this?”

“Courtney…” Willam practically groaned her name, her hips rising under Courtney’s hands.

“Between your thighs,” Courtney continued, fully aware that she was close enough to drive Willam crazy with her breath alone. “Teasing you, making you beg.”

“Do I sound like I’m – fuck – like I’m begging?”

“How long?”

She lightly placed a singular kiss over Willam’s clit, and the other woman gasped for air.

“Since I met you,” Willam finally choked out, her hands pawing at Courtney’s hair. “Fuck, Court, have you seen yourself?”

Willam’s admission shifted the power even further, and Courtney couldn’t help but feel victorious, squeezing her own thighs together at the desperate note in Willam’s voice.

“Knew it,” Courtney murmured. “You’ve been trying to seduce me this whole time, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Willam exhaled.

The entire situation was so scandalous, from the huge diamond Dave had put on Willam’s finger to the fact that they were currently fucking in broad daylight next to the pool that he’d also paid for. Willam was so wet that Courtney’s head was spinning, and Courtney loved that the other woman was getting off on this just as much as she was.

“Want your mouth, Courtney,” Willam said, drawing out the last syllable of her name.

“Say please.”

There was a pause, and Courtney looked up to see Willam biting her lower lip.

“Please,” she murmured, apparently giving in. “Please – oh!”

Willam cut herself off with a high-pitched moan as Courtney finally leaned in, lapping slowly over Willam’s folds.

Her nose brushed against Willam’s shaven skin as she diligently buried herself between her legs, and she moved one hand from Willam’s hip to grip her thigh instead, wanting to feel it flex under her palm.

Courtney knew what she was doing, and she could tell from the whimpers and moans hanging heavily in the air that it wasn’t going to take much. She wanted nothing more than for Willam to come on her tongue, to shudder and scream and fall apart just from her mouth on her heat.

There was something incredibly arousing about how Willam spread her legs so shamelessly for Courtney, watching her with hooded lids as she sealed her lips around Willam’s clit. She sucked, tongue flattening against the bundle of nerves, and Willam tossed her head back, whimpers dripping from her lips like honey.

Gripping Willam’s thigh more tightly in an attempt to hold her steady, she moved her other hand down to push a finger into her. She glanced up to see Willam watching her again, her lower lip pulled between her teeth, gaze so intense and heated that Courtney could feel it shoot straight down between her legs.

Courtney added a second finger, starting to pump them inside of Willam, and was suddenly thankful for the relative seclusion that the backyard provided. There likely wouldn’t be anyone within earshot to hear Willam’s strangled sobs as her hips bucked into Courtney’s relentless tongue and fingers.

Willam was absolutely gone, her eyes squeezed shut, hand so tight in Courtney’s hair that it hurt. Courtney watched her as much as she could, wanting to commit the sight of her full chest heaving to memory. The fading afternoon sun lit up her skin, her hair practically glowing, nipple still glistening faintly with Courtney’s spit.

She was entirely at Courtney’s mercy, and the thought made Courtney giddy, her fierce competitive streak taking over.

She worked a third finger inside, nipping lightly at Willam’s clit, and Willam nearly screamed, back arching, clenching repeatedly around Courtney’s fingers as she came.

Once the tension left Willam’s body, Courtney withdrew her fingers, sucking them into her own mouth for a moment and leaning up on her elbows. She heard Willam laugh, and glanced up, confused.

“Come back up here,” Willam said, a slow smile spreading over her face.

Crawling up the chair again, Courtney settled on her side with her leg draped over Willam’s, keeping herself propped up with one hand. Willam’s fingers tucked under her chin, pulling her closer.

“You’re all messy,” she explained amusedly.

Courtney raised her hand to wipe off her mouth, but before she could, Willam was leaning in and licking up her own wetness from Courtney’s chin. Cupping Courtney’s face with her free hand, Willam pulled her into a lazy, messy kiss.

“All better,” Willam said, seeming satisfied with herself. Her smile reached her eyes, making them almost sparkle, and Courtney smiled back despite herself.

Courtney wanted to kiss her again, just because, but then she remembered that this was Willam, and that finding her this adorable was a disaster waiting to happen.

“I still hate you, just for the record,” Courtney mumbled, resting her head on Willam’s shoulder.

Willam chuckled, started to run her fingers gently through Courtney’s hair.

“I know, princess.”

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