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secretsofblackthornhall · 2 years

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Magnus to Alec

Dear delectable muffin of love,

I hope this perfumed letter finds you well, and that you and R and M are having an excellent time in your exotic journey to…well, I believe the term you used was “upstate.” I have heard legends of this Upstate, but never did I know that my family would see for themselves its mountains, its twee farm markets, its River of the Son of Hud.

More to the point, I hope the kids are enjoying their visit with Grandma, and I hope you are referring to Maryse as “Grandma” as often as possible because I enjoy the face she makes when we do. On a less pleasant but more urgent note, I hope you’ve had a chance to talk with Luke about the Cohort/Idris stuff.

But do not tire your beautiful hands with a written reply. I will be heading to this “Upstate” myself to join you later this afternoon, as I am relieved to report that the business with the Blackthorn kids’ cursed house is more or less resolved. Although it was touch and go, let me tell you.

I don’t think I even showed you the note Jem sent, which said, “Emma and Julian are trying not to bother you about their house, and that is very nice of them, but unlike them, I feel absolutely no compunction about bothering you, and so this is me, now, in this note, bothering you. We are in need of a warlock and you are the best one I know for this. We would all really appreciate your help.”

As is often the case, I was both mildly annoyed and mildly impressed with Jem, who managed to be both very kind and also to remind me that I am a sucker when it comes to him and Tessa and will rush to their aid when I can. Because I am a sucker when it comes to him and Tessa, I wrote back quickly saying I would come.

I know what you’re thinking: “How could Tessa need a warlock when she is a warlock?” But different warlocks have different expertises, as you know, and while Jem was flattering me that I was the best choice, the reality is that I have dealt with a lot more curses than Tessa. That’s what comes of spending the past decades hiring your services out to any miscreants who come by, instead of more intelligently living a calm life as a magic researcher in the Spiral Labyrinth. Tessa always was the smartest of us.

Anyway, I must give Emma and Julian credit. I expected to arrive and find them banging the cursed objects against one another or something, but they had set up a decent enough protective circle and even found a spell. It was an old, kind of generic spell that I have found to rarely be of much use with actual curses in the modern day, but still.

Rather stupidly I set up a basic workaday curse-breaking circle of my own, and gave it a try. “Stupidly” because I had forgotten who did the curse in the first place. Your worst ancestor, Benedict Lightwood, all-around demon enthusiast and dilettante necromancer. How in bed with demons was Benedict? He literally died of demon pox — which if you do not know, because you are beautifully pure, my Alec — is a sexually transmitted demon disease.

But I forgot that in the moment, so I was surprised when the curse put up an impressive resistance. It writhed and thrashed and struck out, like Max being lowered into a bath. The cursed objects were all glowing, kind of neon green, where they were tied to the magic, and eventually I realized I was going to have to carefully unknot each object from the curse, one at a time.

I managed the flask, the dagger, and one of the candlesticks (don’t ask me to explain how THAT happens), but after that I was stuck.

It’s not a great look for a warlock to strike a big magic pose and then nothing happens. I am sure I looked ridiculous, like a mundane magician who couldn’t understand why the rabbit wasn’t coming out of the hat. Julian and Emma are very polite and only waited patiently but I felt quite silly.

And then I lost all my focus temporarily because the door opened and Kit walked in. He sort of looked around at the scene and finally said, “Professor Plum in the library with the candlestick, I see.”

“Purple is always an appropriate color for a warlock,” I said. “It is the decorative color of magic.”

Emma, of course, said, “Your magic is blue,” because she is an inveterate smartass.

“Maybe he meant me,” said Julian. “I’m wearing a purple hoodie. Also because it is the decorative color of magic,” he added with a nod in my direction, which I appreciated.

“Maybe you could put the objects on a purple tablecloth instead of a white one,” Kit said, and while he was talking he walked out to get a closer look.

And when he got close to the circle, Alec, I felt the strangest sensation. A feeling of…power, I suppose, kind of humming in Kit. You know the way your body kind of vibrates when there’s a really really low sound? That rumbling feeling? It was like that, but silent. I’ve never had that experience any of the times I’ve seen Kit before. I could also tell that Kit didn’t feel anything unusual. Or if he did, he was surprisingly casual about it.

So I suggested he come join us around the circle and add his focus to the magic. “Especially since Jem and Tessa have snuck off somewhere rather than helping out with this round.”

“They’re out in the garden with Mina,” Kit said, a little defensively.

I redirected everyone’s attention to the objects and established a somewhat souped-up version of my go-to curse breaker. I went for the other candlestick and BANG. No resistance anymore! There was a big burst of blue and all the knots of magic tying the objects to the curse broke into pieces.

Everyone blinked a bunch. Eventually I said something like, “Well, that was more what I was hoping for. I guess four people made the difference.”

I checked. The curse seemed…gone. I was actually a little shaken. I haven’t mentioned it to Tessa and Jem, because I don’t want to make a big deal of it, but I think it worked because of Kit. Not because we needed a fourth person. Something is going on with him, some magic that is totally outside his awareness. I assume it has something to do with being a descendant of the First Heir, but I’ve never been an expert on that kind of faerie enchantment. (And do burn this letter, after you get it — very few of us know about Kit being the First Heir, and it’s best if we keep it that way.)

It makes me sad to think of it. Kit is a good kid who deserves a good, ordinary life. I know that’s what Jem and Tessa want for him, more than anything, after the chaos that was his growing up. But I am not sure he will have a choice in the matter. Fae may not let him choose.

Julian reached out and took hold of the flask. He held it for a moment, frowning.

“What?” said Emma.

“Nothing,” Julian said. He looked up at me. “Is that it? No more curse?”

“No more curse,” I said. “I hope.”

And then down from the ceiling drifted Rupert the Ghost. I never met Rupert Blackthorn when he was alive. I don’t know what to think of him. On the one hand, he seems to have been an innocent who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, a spirit trapped in a house he never lived in because of evil he never knew about while he lived. On the other hand, he met Tatiana Lightwood and thought that lady seems like marriage material, so there must have been something weird going on with him.

Rupert had been hovering and he descended until he was right above the table. He was staring at something on it.

“What is it, Rupert?” said Emma. “What are you looking at?”

Kit followed his gaze and started pushing the objects out of the way. “It’s the ring,” he said.

Emma said, “What ring?”

Indeed, what ring? There wasn’t a ring among the cursed objects. But there was a ring on the table now. Kit picked it up. It was a silver ring, etched with a design of thorns and set with a black stone.

“Blackthorn family ring?” Kit said.

“It’s not how family rings usually look,” Emma said.

“Wedding band?” said Kit.

“Shadowhunters don’t use wedding rings,” said Emma, but Julian had that thoughtful look he gets.

“I am bound here by a silver band,” he said softly.

“Shadowhunters can exchange wedding rings,” I said. “They just aren’t expected to. But they can if they want.”

Whatever it was, it was Rupert’s. He had followed Kit’s hand as it picked up the ring, and now he was reaching out for it with a thin ghostly hand. He wrapped it around the ring, which did absolutely nothing since he’s a ghost – Kit just kind of held it there for him. Then his eyes closed (Rupert’s, I mean) and he got this expression on his face of relief and gratitude and peace, and he just…faded out, right there. Just slowly vanished and was gone. No more Rupert. On to hopefully not being reunited with his wife, since she was also his jailer for over a hundred years.

“He didn’t even say goodbye,” Emma said quietly.

“That’s for the best,” I said. “He was never supposed to be here at all.”

“Well, Rupert, if you can hear me,” said Emma, “it was nice being haunted by you.”

“Five stars,” said Kit solemnly, putting the ring back on the table. “Would be haunted again.”

And all the candles went out in the room at once. Which, if it was Rupert, was a nice touch. Though it may have just been a draft.

We all filed out of the room quietly. “It’s different,” Julian said. He was looking around at the hallway. “I can feel it already.”

I could feel it as well. There was a lightness that had not been there. A kind of pleasant hominess that a good house conveys and that had always been absent from Blackthorn Hall in the time I’ve known it. It’s hard to describe, but all at once it felt like Julian and Emma’s home, in a way it hadn’t before. I’ve always known it as a forbidding place, and then as a hideous ruin, but for the first time I thought, this was a place the Blackthorns could fill with joy.

And I’m certain they will.

See you very soon, my love. I shall kiss you until a toddler forces us apart to pay attention to him. So plan for a kiss of about 30-60 seconds, based on previous experience. But I wish, as always, that it could be endless.

Love,

Magnus

#sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #rupert blackthorn #magnus bane #alec lightwood #julian blackthorn #emma carstairs #kit herondale #made a change to the ring

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nsharks · 5 months

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bleeding blue | preview of part eleven

When you awaken, your mouth feels dry.

You try not to wake up Blue as you shift against the floorboards, but her lashes flutter despite your efforts.

"Twix?"

"Shh. Everything's okay. Go back to sleep."

Her mouth twists. "Can you... get me some water?"

You doubt Ghost wants you going through his backpack, but you do it, anyway. Retrieving the canister of water, you usher it to her parted lips and she sips weakly. Then, she falls right back to sleep. You brush the hair off her forehead, relieved to find the skin there is cool.

Ghost is leaning against the side of the cabin when you slip outside. Ambery sunlight indicates that it's morning, or maybe even noon based on how rested your muscles feel. There is a dull ache in your ribs and head, but the shallow gash on your face is already scabbing over. More than anything, you want food and water.

You clear your throat, but your voice still comes out hoarse. "She's doing good. Still sleeping and no fever. Did you... did you see anything out here?"

"No."

Rubbing your arm, you look around. A crisp gust of wind makes your bare legs shudder, the jacket falling just above your knees.

"You should get some sleep, too," you murmur. "I can stay out here."

He stiffens, visibly reluctant. You're not sure if it's because he doesn't trust you to handle it, or if he doesn't trust you not to kill him in his sleep. He must be tired. Although he seems inhuman most of the time, you know he can't escape basic needs.

Finally, he exhales deeply, his chest moving beneath all the gear. "Wake me if you see anything."

"I will."

As he moves to the door, a sudden realization hits you.

"Ghost, wait—"

He stops, his brows raising in question.

"I think..." Your throat tightens. "I think I lost my bow. In the river."

The admission should make you panic, but right now, you don't have it in you to consider what this means other than how useless of a lookout you'll make. There is a long pause before Ghost reaches for the handgun at his waist, unclipping it and offering it to you with a firm look.

"Just for now, in case there's anything."

#simon riley x reader #ghost #cod #zombie apocolypse au

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dianawinchester03 · 1 month

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Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot

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Y/N’s POV

"Listen to me and listen to me good Y/N L/N. Don't come back if you go out there on your own, don't call, don't text, pretend I'm dead!"

I jolt awake, buckets of sweat pouring down my head. I don't realize I'm crying until I feel my eyes burn. A stinging migraine takes over, pressure building up in my head. I gotta stop dreaming about that over and over. It was probably one of the worst days of my life.

Checking the time I see it's 5 am. I'm only a couple hours away from Jericho now, I took a pit stop at midnight because I was exhausted and still kinda hungover from the night before. Which is weird because I usually don't get hungover.

More or less I'm trying to avoid sleep because of these stupid nightmares, as hunters we don't get much sleep regardless but we're only human...until we're not. Pushing the blanket off of me, I climb out of bed and get ready for the day ahead of me. My heart skips a beat for a second, remembering I'm gonna be seeing Dean....and Sam obviously. I'm more excited to see my best friend of many years.

I think about calling my dad. I initially decide against it but I give in. He's still my old man. Growing up my dad always had high expectations of me when it came to hunting. It's clear he expected me to be psychic like my mom but after I turned 18 and nothing came, his disappointment was clear.

Mom's abilities helped him out a lot when they hunted together, according to dad, she couldn't predict the future as much but she more or less communicated with the dead on ghost cases along with her telekinetic powers. It came it handy whenever they needed to gank a monster.

The look in my fathers eyes when he talks about my mom, breaks my heart everytime. You can see how much he loved her, I could only imagine how much she loved him.

After taking a shower I try to call Dean but it goes to voicemail. So I just shoot him a quick text that I'll be in Jericho before lunch.

I put my phone to my ear after dialing my dads number and hitting call. In seconds I get an answer. "Y/n/n? Is everything okay??" My dads voice is more rugged than usual, clearly he was asleep. Concern seeping through his voice. "I'm fine daddy, I just missed you. I called to see if everything is alright?" Tears sting slightly from my eyes. God I'm such a pussy.

"I'm great baby, I'm surprised to hear from you-not that I don't want to. I'm just happy you called" He breaths out relieved. "Great well Dean called me, told me his dad was missing. I just wanted to let you know I'm gonna be meeting up with them." I say quickly as I check out of the motel room and make way to my beautiful Quinn after checking out, doubling checking to make sure I have everything.

"Understood. Update me along the way? Maybe we can do a case of our own soon?" He asks hopefully. "Yeah maybe, we'll see. I gotta go daddy. Bye, love you" I shock myself saying 'love you' I haven't told dad that in years. I grew up always saying it to my dad and whoever we considered family. The habit just stuck.

Hopping on my bike and starting her, I'm off to whatever adventure awaits.

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Third Person POV

"Goddamnit Dean where are you?" Y/N mutters to herself after calling Dean for the millionth time only to go to voice mail. This feels like karma. She decides to say screw it and go herself, hopefully they show up within the time or Dean calls back. She's still in her casual attire. A grey tank top, layered with a red flannel covered in her favorite leather jacket. Paired with combat boots.

Currently on the Sylvania Bridge, a bunch of cop cars blocking a crime scene. A deputy on the bridge speaking to some divers down in the river asks them. "Did you guys find anything?!"

"No! Nothing!" The diver responds. The deputy turns around to see Y/N. "Woah miss no civilians" He goes to usher her out of the premises. She pulls out her fake federal marshal badge and flashes it to the Deputy Jaffe according to his name tag. He seems to take the bait with a nod.

A fake smile plastered on her face "Federal Marshal, got called in on my day off. So what seems to be the situation brothers in blue?" Y/N asks nicely. "Still trying to piece it together ourselves, pretty lady. No sign of struggle. No footprints. No fingerprints. It's spotless. It's almost too clean" The other deputy investigating the car in question answers her question.

Stooping down next to Jaffe, out of view to look at the car herself. She recognizes the roar of Baby's engine. Smirking to herself as the officers talk about the boy that's missing, Troy Squire. "So this kid Troy, he's dating your daughter isn't he?" Jaffe asks Hein. "Yeah" Hein confirms.

"Hows Amy doing?" Jaffe asks. "She's putting up missing posters downtown" Hein responds. "You fellas had another one like this just last month didn't you?" Dean voice booms, surprising the deputies. "Who are you" Jaffe asks suspiciously. "They're with me deputy" Y/N covers for them, now standing up in view. A shocked yet happy look takes over Sam's face and a smirk rising on Dean's, eyeing her up and down for a split second. They both quickly recover now back to their serious faces.

"You fellas took a pit stop? Was expecting ya earlier" She says to the boys. Crossing her arms over her chest "You lot a little young for federal marshals aren't you?" Jaffe says, still suspicious. "Thanks. That awfully kind of you" Dean chuckles cockily, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. "You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean presses his question, walking around the side of the car where Hein is.

"Yeah that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that" Jaffe confirms. "So the victim. You knew him?" Sam asks. "Town like this. Everybody knows everybody". Jaffe nods. "Any connections between the victims besides the fact that they're all men?" Y/N asks curiously. "No, not so far as we can tell" Jaffe says.

"So what's the theory?" Sam asks as he moves follows Deans movements to the side of the car in question and Y/N follows Sam. "Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" Jaffe says honestly.

"Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect from you" Dean says sarcastically. Sam stamps on his foot and Y/N elbows him in his ribs the same time. A smile on his face towards the deputy while Jaffe looks at the trio suspiciously.

"Thank you for your time" Y/N says, a sweet smile on her face. "Gentleman" Sam greets the officers before walking past Dean. Y/N and Dean following behind. Y/N sees the seething look on Deans face. "Don't you dare think about it Winchester" She mumbles. Dean huffs, tapping his brother on his head and Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Sam mutters angrily to his brother. "Why you gotta step on my foot?" He says back angrily "And you missy, why you gotta elbow my ribs" He points his finger at Y/N, rubbing his right ribs. "Why do you have to talk to police like that?" Y/N retorts back angrily. The argument between the three subsides as Sam turns to Y/N, a smile on his face.

He wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for a hug. "I missed you too Sammy" Y/N says chuckling at the sudden affection, though she meant it. "I didn't know you were coming" Sam says smiling.

He ruffles her hair as they pull away from the hug. "Dean called me, told me your dad hasn't been home in a couple days. Looks like I'm on the family emergency contact list" Y/N jokes, looking over at Dean, his head to the floor slightly. Indicating he's feeling a bit left out.

"Come here youuu" She says teasingly, wrapping her arms around Deans shoulders. His arms automatically go around her waist, burying his face in her neck, he smiles into the hug. Sam smirks at this and wiggles his eyebrows at his eyebrows at his brother suggestively. Knowing where Sam is getting at Dean flips off his younger brother the bird, meanwhile Y/N is oblivious to this.

"Still a short stack aren't ya princess" Dean teases. Y/N pulls away, tapping Dean on his shoulder while Sam laughs, agreeing with Dean. "Shut it you morons, I can still kick both your asses" Y/N threatens them, pointing her fingers at the brothers while they chuckle.

"Those cops don't know squat. If we're gonna find your dad, we gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves" Y/N changes the subject. Sam looks over her shoulder, clearing his throat. An man who looks like the sheriff with two real FBI agents behind him asks the trio. "Can I help you guys?"

"No sir, we were just leaving" Dean says and they begin walking to their respective vehicles. Not before mocking the two agents "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully" Y/N says. Dean biting back a laugh at her humor.

"You still driving that gorgeous 67' I see" Y/N eyes Baby up and down, wolf whistling. "Course I am, Baby's a chick magnet here" Dean smirks proudly, patting the hood of the Impala. Y/N snorts and Sam rolls his eyes. "Still riding that stunning Harley I see" Dean nods over to her bike. "Course I am. She's my pride and joy" Y/N smirks, echoing Deans words.

Picking up her helmet "Race you to town?" She challenges. "You're on, Princess" Dean retorts, jumping in baby and they're off.

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Now walking through town, Dean spots a young lady putting up missing persons posters with Tory Squire on them. Putting two and two together , this must be the deputy's daughter "I'll bet you that's her" He says. "Yeah" Sam agrees.

They walk up to her "You must be Amy" Dean inquires. "Yeah" she confirms. "Troy told us about you, we're his uncles and aunt. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and this is Y/N" Dean introduces everybody. "He never mentioned you to me" Amy says walking away, they follow behind her.

"Yeah, that's Troy. I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto" Dean lies causally. "So we're looking for him too and we're kind of asking around" Sam says and a young lady who seems to know Amy asks her "Hey you okay?"

"Yeah" Amy reassures. "You lovely ladies mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Y/N asks the girls nicely, hoping to make them less weary. They agree.

Y/N's POV

We're all now sitting in a diner booth. The girls across from us. Sam on the inner part of the booth, me in the middle and Dean to the end. His arm rests on the top of the seat, practically around me.

"I was on the phone with Troy, he was driving home. He said he would call me right back. And, uh, he never did" Amy explains the events of the night Troy went missing. "He didn't say anything strange? Or out of the ordinary?" Sam inquires. "No, nothing I can remember" Amy shakes her head.

"Here's the deal ladies" Dean says leaning forward, arms now on the table. "The way Troy disappeared. Somethings not right. So if you've heard anything..." Dean trails off and I notice the girls have a skeptical look in their faces. Looking at each other. They're hiding something.

"What is it girls?" Y/N asks. "Well it's just ....I mean with all these guys going missing. People talk" Amy's friend says. "What do they talk about?" Sam and Dean say in perfect unison, causing me to jump a bit. Jesus. Brothers.

She looks at Amy before continuing "Its kinda this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like, decades ago. Well supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes. And whoever picks her up. Well they...disappear forever" She finishes and the tree of us share a look.

We're in the library now. Deans researching the info the girls gave us on the computer and sitting between me and Sam. No hits come on on 'Murder on Centennial'. "Let me try" Sam goes to take the keyboard but Dean slaps his hand away harshly "Got it" he says annoyed.

Sam pushes him away, rolling his chair behind his and I snicker at their childish behavior. "Dude!" He exclaims, tapping Sams shoulder "You're such a control freak" he grumbles, fixing his chair behind the two of us. And Sam types. Then something dawns on me.

"Wait, aren't angry spirits born out of violent death?" I ask. "Yeah" Dean nods confirming. I push Sams chair away "Dude!" He exclaims like Dean did, tapping my shoulder. Dean snickers at the instant karma. I type on the computer "Maybe it's not murder" I say and I type 'Suicide on Cenntenial' and got a hit on an article.

"Sharp thinking princess" Dean smirks, patting me on the small of my back. I smirk "Thanks charming". Sam begins reading the article. "1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in river" Sam reads out loud. "Does it say why she did it?" Dean asks "Yeah" I say. "What?" Dean asks.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back. They're not breathing. Both die" I briefly summarize the article, skimming through it. "Hmm" Dean hums.

"Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it. Said husband, Joseph Welch" Sam quotes the article and I notice a picture of the bridge we were on earlier. "That bridge look familiar to you fellas?" I ask rhetorically, pointing to the picture on the screen.

Later in the night we were at the bridge where Constance jumped to her death. We walk to the edge, looking down. "So this is where Constance took the swan dive" Dean says. I grimace at the sight of the dirty mucky water. The scent filling my nose and I resist the urge to gag.

"So you think your dad would have been here?" I ask, while we all look down at the river. "Well he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him" Dean says and we all begin to walk down the bridge. "Okay so now what?" Sam asks. "Now we keep digging till we find him. Might take a while" Dean says.

"Dean, I told you I have to get back..." Sam starts and they both finish "...By Monday" they say in unison. Brothers. Scares me everytime.

"Right. The interview. Yeah I forgot" Dean nods. "You're really serious about this aren't you" I ask Sam, crossing my arms over my chest. "You think you're just gonna become some lawyer. Marry your girl?" Dean says. "Maybe. Why not?" Sam shrugs.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? About what you've done?" Dean presses. "No and she's not ever going to know" Sam says, walking up to Dean and I. I stand in-between them, already knowing somebody's gonna either get pushed or punched. "Well that's healthy." Dean retorts sarcastically . "Come on Dean, don't start" I warn him calmly, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"No y/n/n, he can pretend all he wants. But, sooner or later, you're gonna have to own up to who you really are Sammy" Dean walks back down the bridge towards Baby after saying this. Sam follows behind "And who's that?" Sam queries, agitation in his voice. "One of us" Dean says as if it's obvious, gesturing between me and him.

"No, I'm not like either of you. This is not going to be my life" Sam says kinda disgusted. Ouch, but valid. "You have a responsibility" Dean says. "To Dad? And his crusade?" Sam says, his eyes welling with tears. "If it weren't for pictures. Me and y/n wouldn't even know what our moms look like." Ohhhh boy, here we go. The look on Deans face alone could scare a toddler.

"What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed them...they're gone. And they're never coming back" Sam finishes and Dean pushes me gently to the side from in between them. He grabs Sam and slams him against the edge of the bridge. "Woah Dean! Easy!" I try pulling Dean off of his brother but his grip is too strong.

"Don't talk about them like that" Deans tone is deadly. He lefts Sam go and turns to me. "Sorry for pushing you Princess" He says sincerely, I nod reassuring him. I look behind him and I see a woman standing at the ledge of the bridge in a white dress. "Uh....fellas...." I point at the woman. They look in the direction I'm pointing at. She turns to look at us for a second before allowing herself to fall off.

We all run towards the area where she threw herself. Looking over the edge, we don't see anything. "Where'd she go?" Dean asks. "I don't know" Sam breathes out. All of a sudden we hear Baby's engine starting. Her headlights flickering. "What the....." Dean says stunned.

Then Quinn starts, her engine roaring. The headlights flicker just like Dean's car. "Who the hell is driving your car and bike?" Sam asks us. Me and Dean hold out the keys to our vehicles, still stunned. Then the Impala and Harley tires start screeching, driving towards us. "Boys! Go! GO!" We all split into action, running away from the vehicles.

They gain on us and the three of us hurl ourselves off the edge of the bridge. Me and Dean end up slipping off the ledge, falling into the river while Sam grabs onto the ledge and pulls himself back up when the coast is clear. Baby and Quinn come to a stop.

Me and Dean fish ourselves out of the mucky water, laying on the shore edge. "Dean! Y/N!" Sam screams before seeing us. "Hey, you guys alright?" He asks worried. "We're super" Dean yells back sarcastically and I give him a weak thumbs up. Sam laughs at our state and we go to make our way back up the bridge.

I pull myself up and give my hand to Dean who's still laying on the floor like he's half dead. "Get up piglet, we gotta get back up" I tease him while groaning in pain, he huffs taking my hand and pulling himself up. "Shut it, you're covered too" He chuckles while groaning in pain from the impact too.

We're back up on the bridge checking on our vehicles. Quinn seems alright and I'm sure so is Baby. "Your car and bike alright?" Sam ask the both of us. "Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems alright now" Dean says. I nod assuring that my bikes ok. "That Constance chick, what a bitch!!" I scream out over the bridge in frustration because she almost hurt my girl.

"Well she doesn't want us digging around that's for sure" Sam says. Dean leans on the hood of the Impala, I follow and so does Sam. "So, where's the trail go from here geniuses" Sam asks the both of us.

Dean throws his hands up in defeat, grimacing at the smelly mud all over our skin and I scoff. Sam smells the air before turning to us "You guys smell like a toilet" Neither of us answer, Dean's head drops while I turn to glare at Sam. He smirks at me snickering.

Now at a motel, Dean plops his credit card on the book in-front of the receptionist. "One room please"

The man picks up the card, looking at it in recognition. "You guys having a reunion or something?" The age-able man queries. My eyes cork up at this. "What do you mean?" Sam asks now curious. "That other guy Burt Aframian, he came and bought out a room for the whole month" The man tells us whilst typing on his computer to book us a room. The boys and I share a knowing look. John was here.

We find out what room John was in. Currently I'm on my knees picking the lock to room 10. Sam and Dean have their backs turnt to me, looking out incase someone sees us. After about a minute, I hear a click and I slide my trusty hairpin out of the knob.

I open the door and walk in but Sam and Dean don't seem to notice, still looking out. I grab them both by their collars and roughly pull them into the room, locking the door behind us. We look around the room for a couple seconds and Dean goes over to the lamp, turning it on.

I notice the walls lining with paper of what seems to be Johns research on the case he was working here. Dean spots a day old sandwich and sniffs it. Gagging at the smell. "Ugh" He plops the sandwich back down. "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least" He states the obvious.

"Yeah, no kidding Sherlock" I say sarcastically and Dean rolls his eyes at my dry tone. Sam stoops to the ground, dusting it with his fingers to find "Salt. Cats-eye shells. He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in" Sam says getting back up. Dean notices what I'm staring at, it's the victims.

"What do you got here?" Sam asks, walking over to us. "Centennial Highway victims" I state. "I don't get it." Dean says and I see Sam walking over to the other side of the room. "They're different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection right? What do these guys have in common?" Dean ponders.

I walk over to Sam, my eyes scanning for the lord written in the wall. I catch something at the corner of my eye, walking a couple steps I turn on the lamp and I nudge Sam to check it out. I internally laugh, shaking my head. John Winchester, you smart son of a bitch. Of course you figured it out.

Sam chuckles ironically "Dad figured it out" he says. "What do you mean?" Dean asks. "He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's our woman in white" I say. Dean turns back to the wall looking at the pictures of Constance's victims. "You sly dogs" he says almost as if he's complimenting the unfaithful presumably deceased men.

"Alright so if we're dealing with a Woman in White. Dad would've found the corpse and destroyed it" Dean states. "She might have another weakness" Sam says. "No. Dad would wanna make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean asks walking over to us, looking at the notes on the wall.

"No, not that we can tell" Sam answers. "If I were your dad though, I'd go ask her husband" I say, point to the picture of Joseph Welch on the wall. "If he's still alive" Sam adds. "Alright why don't you see if you can find an address. Me and y/n gotta get cleaned up" Dean says and I clutch my duffel bag with my clothes on my shoulder.

"Hey guys?" Me and Dean turn to Sam. "What I said about Mom and Dad earlier. And your mom, y/n. I'm sorry" Sam says guiltily and sincerely. Dean puts up his hand stopping Sam. "No chick-flick moments" Dean says and Sam chuckles, I shake my head laughing. "Alright, Jerk" Sam says. "Bitch" Dean retorts.

"Oh shut it, you're a sucker for Notting Hill" I quipped teasing him, bumping Deans hip with mine causing Sam to laugh. "Hey! Julia Roberts don't count! That woman is a national treasure!" Dean exclaims defending himself. Sam bends over clutching his stomach in laughter. "Yeah...sure" I laugh ironically before pushing him when he least expects it.

"DIBS ON THE BATHROOM!" I yell, bolting to the bathroom whilst Dean stumbles on himself trying to catch his balance. I lock the door behind me quickly and Dean bangs on it. "Ahhh screw you ya nutcase!" He yells frustrated. "You wish asshat!" I retort back laughing and getting ready for my nice hot long shower.

After my shower, Dean goes in and me and Sam are left outside. Sam tried calling his girlfriend and I'm on the chair, smoking a cigarette by the window. Texting my dad and updating him about the case. Dean walks out of the bathroom, putting on his jacket and takes off the light.

"You used up all the hot water y/n" Dean says. I chuckle, taking the last puff of my cigarette and outing it. "Snooze you lose, Winchester" I smile widely at him, winking. He scoffs and chuckles at this. "I'm starving, I'm gonna grab something to eat at that diner down the street. You two want anything" He asks the both of us.

"No" Sam says. "Aframians buying" Dean says smiling and Sam shakes his head. "I'll take my usual please" I smile. "(Your favorite food/usual order) and (Your favorite soda/milkshake) coming right up, Princess" He smirks at me, winking. My heart flutters at that smile he gave me and the wink he sent my way. The fact that he remember my order. But I cover it up with returning the cocky wink "Thanks charming"

When Dean leaves I turn to Sam. We haven't really been alone for us to talk like we usually do so I take the chance now. "Hey Sammy?" I say softly. "It's Sam" he groans in annoyance at me calling him Sammy. "Whatever you say Sammy" I grin widely at him, getting back to my serious expression. He looks at me curiously. "What's wrong y/n/n?" He asks.

"I just want you to know. I don't blame you for going back to college after this case. Your brother might not be very warm and cuddly about it but you know how he is. He loves you and misses you. You're making the right choice" I say. He sighs sadly and I put my hand on his shoulder.

"You of all people deserved a shot at the Apple pie life. So does Dean. He would never admit it because he's too stubborn but he'd kill for the apple pie life you're hoping to achieve." I reassure Sam, he looks at me smiling sadly.

"You do too Y/N." He says softly. I take my hand off his shoulder shaking my head. "I don't want that. I'm where I need to be" I assure him and Sam chuckles shaking his head. "You're just as stubborn girly" He teases me and I lightly punch his shoulder. "Shut up dipshit" I say laughing.

"Never, crackhead" He laughs punching my shoulder back. God I missed my best friend. "I gotta say though" I say, a smirking taking over my face. "Jess is quite a foxy lady" I compliment his girlfriend and he smiles proudly.

"I'll never get what she sees in you" I added causing his smile to drop and me to laugh. "You're dead to me" he said flatly and I laugh louder. "I love you too Sammy" I pat his shoulder. I go to sit back down but my phone rings.

Metallica blurring from the ringtone of my phone. Sam gives me a "really?" look and I just roll my eyes taking my phone out of my pocket. It's Dean. "That's some speedy delivery. You're in for a great tip." I tease him over the phone but he doesn't respond with his usual banter.

"Guys. Five - 0. Take off." Dean says quickly. Me and Sam stand up now panicking on the low. "What about you?" Sam asks his brother concerned. "Ah, they kind of spotted me. Go find dad" Dean says and abruptly hangs up. Son of a bitch.

Me and Sam tiptoe over to the curtain by the front door. Pulling it open slightly we see a deputy walking towards it and Jaffe, the deputy from the bridge, questioning Dean. We hurry to the window I was smoking by and we open it up, grabbing our stuff we shimmy out fatasses out of the window and make a break for Baby.

We decided to go to Joseph Welch's house, husband of Constance Welch, the Woman in White, and question him. I settled for leaving Quinn at the motel as much as it broke my heart. The cops would've heard her if I started her.

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I knock on Mr. Welch's door. Within a couple seconds he opens it. He takes a second glance at me before looking at Sam. "Hi, are you Joseph Welch?" I ask nicely. "Yeah" he confirms, eyeing me up and down.

We're now walking through his yard and Sam shows him a photo of him, John and Dean from the 80s, asking Mr. Welch if he had come by at anytime. "Yeah. He was older but that's him" Mr. Welch confirms that John was here. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter" he said.

"That's right. We're working a story together" Sam lies to keep our cover. "Well I don't know what the hell know of story you're working on. The questions he asked me..." Mr. Welch trailed off and I injected "About your late wife, Constance"

"He asked me where she was buried" He said. "And where was that again?" Sam asks and I mentally facepalm. Real smooth Sammy. Real smooth. "What? I gotta go through this twice" Mr. Welch said slightly agitated. "It's just fact checking sir, if you don't mind." I say calmly, he eyes me up and down again before nodding. Sam notices this too.

"In a plot, behind my old place over on Breckenridge." He tells us where she's buried. "Why did you move?" Sam asks. "I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died" Mr. Welch stated obviously. "Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" I ask him.

"No way, Constance. She was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I've ever known" He assures us as if he's trying to convince us and himself. "So you had a happy marriage?" Sam asks and Welch hesitates for a second before saying "Definitely" he says.

Sam and I share a look before he takes a deep breath. "Well that should do it sir. Thank for your time" I say we pretend to walk off. Sam takes out the keys to baby and I look at him with a "I'm gonna do it" look. He nods and I call out for Mr. Welch.

"Mr. Welch, you ever heard of a woman in white?" Welch turns around confused. "A what?" He asks. "A woman in white. Or sometimes a weeping woman" Sam repeats my words, explaining it further. "It's a ghost story. Well..." I start to explain and I chuckle. "It's more of a phenomenon, really" We start walking back towards Mr. Welch.

"They're spirits. They've been sighting for hundreds of years. Dozens of places" I say, looking over to Sam to continue. "In Hawaii, in Mexico. Lately in Arizona, Indiana." As he lists the places I hold up my fingers, counting them. "All these are different women you understand but all share the same story". Sam says

"Kids, I don't care much for nonsense" Mr. Welch says now aggravated, turning to walk off but I stop him. "See when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them. And these women basically suffering from temporary insanity murdered their children. Then once they realized what they had done. They took their own lives" I explain and Sam takes over.

"So now their spirits are cursed. Walking backroads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man. They kill him. And that man is never seen again" Sam further digs. "You think.....You think that has something to do with....Constance. You smartasses!" Mr. Welch, now horrified at the possibility, breathes heavily.

"You tell me. You hesitantly claimed you had happy marriage but by the way you were checking out my friend here... I'd beg to differ" Sam says, his gaze soft. Ohhh that's cold. "I mean, maybe, maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance, she never would've killed her own children. Now you two get the hell outta here! And you don't come back!" Mr. Welch shuns us angrily, shaking trying to hold back tears.

"Jesus Sam, that was a bit cold" I say as we walk back to the car. Sam sighs opening baby and jumping in, opening the passenger side from inside for me. "One man was unfaithful and now people are dying. I'm not saying they're saints but it's messed up" He says putting the car in reverse driving off.

I sigh, "That's the job for ya, hey, gimme your phone" without hesitation he gives me his phone "Sure, what for?" He asks while in dialing. "You'll see" I smirk putting the phone to my ear. I take my gun out from my waist, rolling down the window and aiming it out the window to the sky.

"Y/N what're you doing?" Sam questions now worried. I shush him with a finger to my lips. "911 what's your emergency?" The lady operator says on the line. I let out a fake scream and Sam now realizes what I'm doing, holding back his laughter.

"Help!! Please!! My husband and the neighbor are f- " I pull the trigger before I could finish the sentence. A ear piercing scream leaves my throat "HE HAS A GUN PLEASE!! HELP US!" Sam is biting his fist from laughing. "The blood!! Oh the blood! HONEY!!" I quickly give the operator address on the other side of where we are and hang up handing it back to Sam who is hysterical.

"You..really are ...a crackhead.." He says in-between laughs and I chuckle. "Whatever dipshit" I retort. Within a couple minutes my phone rings. I answer putting it on speaker. "Fake 911 phone call, princess. I don't know. That's pretty illegal. Aren't you a bad girl?" Dean teases me from over the phone.

I scoff rolling my eyes as Sam chuckles, grimacing at the last part of Deans sentence. "You're welcome, charming" I chuckle. "Listens guys we gotta talk" Dean starts to say but Sam interrupts. "Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a Woman in White. And she's buried behind her old house so that should be our next stop."

Dean cuts Sam off "Sammy would you shut up for a second?" Dean tries to interject but Sam continues "We just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet" Sam rambles. "Well that's what I'm trying to tell you two. He's gone. Dad left Jericho" Dean says.

"What? How do you know?" I say surprising, my mouth agape. "I've got his journal" Dean says. My jaw falls further, practically on the floorboard of Baby. "He doesn't go anywhere without that thing" Sam says. "Yeah, well, he did this time" Dean says. "What's it say?" I ask. "Same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going" Dean explains what's written.

"Coordinates. Where to?" Sam confirms. "Dean, what the hell is going on?" I question now confused and irritated by the vague messages John's leaving. Suddenly Sam hits the brakes of the car and my phone slips out of my hand. I catch a glimpse of the Woman in White infront of the car before he hurls straight through her.

"Sam! Y/N!?" I hear Dean yell for us from the phone that's now on the floorboard. Me and Sam try catching our breath. "Take me home" is all we hear, the woman in white appears in the back of the Impala. Looking at Sam. We don't answer and she says again, more irritated this time.

"Take.Me.Home" I can see her ghost flicker, I reach into my boots to grab to iron knuckle cuffs, gripping it in my hand "No" He says sternly, holding his ground. The doors of the car lock automatically, trapping us in. We try opening our sides but it's stuck. The Impala is now driving itself to Constance's old house where she killed her kids. Me and Sam still trying for the doors.

"GODDAMIT!!" I yell in frustration, punching the window with my iron knuckle cuff but it barely cracks. We pull up to her house, against our will, and baby shuts off. "Don't do this" I plead with her but she doesn't seem interested in me, expected. "I can never go home" She says in a somber voice, her ghost flickering.

"You're scared to go home" Sam says and it clicks. She's scared to face her kids. In a split second, she was in the middle of me and Sam. A force throws me to the backseat, pinning me down and she jumps on top of Sam, straddling him. "Get off of him you bitch!" I scream at her. "Hold me, I'm so cold" she breathes out needy.

I cringe at this and break out of her hold. I reach over and punch her with the iron knuckle cuff ring. She disapparates, but not for long. "You okay Sammy??" I reach over to help him, before he could answer. She appears back on his lap. Backing handing to the back seat. The knuckle cuffs fly out my hand and onto the floor in the back seat.

"You can't kill me, I'm not unfaithful I've never been" Sam argues, groaning in pain as she passes her hand along his skin. "You will be" she says before kissing him. "YOU SICK BITCH!" I try to get out of her hold but the force is too strong.

Sam struggles to turn the keys in the ignition. She disappears for a quick seconds and we both look around. Sam starts screaming in pain "SAM!!!" I yell, feeling powerless that I can't do more, I see the knuckle cuffs at the corner of my eye, I try reaching for it but it's too far.

She appears back on him, her face now decayed. Her fingers digging into Sam's chest. "NO!!" My voice is pained, still attempting to reach the cuffs. I finally get a hold of the cuffs, gunshots ringing through the driver seat window. I see Dean outside of the Impala shooting Constance.

"My hero" I grumble sarcastically to myself at the fact that Dean is shooting a ghost. I throw the iron cuffs at her again, this time seems to work a little better. Sam gets up and starts the car. "Take her home Sammy" I say and Sam nods curtly. Driving Baby head first into Constance's house to face her kids.

"Sam! Y/N!" Dean yells but the impact from the crash, throws me over into the front seat. How? Don't ask me. "Guys!?" Dean yells for us. "Here!" I yell back to catch his attention. "You two okay? Can you move?" He asks, moving a piece of wood from infront the window. "Yeah, help us" Sam says groaning in pain.

I feel a bump starting to form on my head. Dean pulls me out from the passenger side and I lean on the side of his car. Next taking Sam out. "There you go" He says holding Sam up and checking on me, I give him a thumbs up and we see Constance infront of us, holding an old picture of herself.

Her eyes flicker up to us angrily, she tosses the picture aside and a chest of drawers come hurling towards us, pinning us again the wall by our mid regions. We groan trying to push it off but it wouldn't budge. The lights in the house start flickering and we all look around.

The stairs starts leaking water, assuming that's foreshadowing the water she used to drown her kids. The boys and I look up the starts to see the shadow of two kids holding hands. "You've come home to us, Mommy." They say in unison, reminding me of when the boys speak in perfect unison.

Shit gave me the heebie jeebies.

They appear behind a terrified Constance and they start hugging. Constance is a screaming mess, her spirit flickering from decayed to her normal self. She and the kids spirit diminish, melting to the ground where the water from upstairs is leaking. That has got to be where she drowned them.

Once her spirit is gone, the boys and I look at each other. Grunting from the pain, we push the chest of drawer over with an ease compared to earlier. We walk towards the puddle of water. "So this is where she drowned her kids" Dean states the obvious. "Thats why she could never go home" I say and Sam nods. "She was too scared to face them" Sam confirms.

"You guys found her weak spot. Nice work kids" Dean pats Sam on his chest and me on my head and we laugh in pain. "Yeah I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam mocks his brother and I laugh rubbing my head. "Hey. Saved your asses" Dean defends, pointing at us.

"No smartass, it was my ironcuffs" I snort holding it up to show him, joining in on making fun of Dean. "Whatever" Dean grumbles. He puts his hands to his knees bending down. "I'll tell you another thing. If you guys screwed up my car....I'll kill ya both " He threatens me and Sam and I snicker.

"Yeah, be sure to burn my body. Before you shoot my ghost when I haunt ya" I quipped, Dean glares at me and Sam laughs and we high-five.

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Third Person POV

Sam and Dean are driving down the empty road. Y/N on her bike side by side to the Impala. Dean glances at her, admiring her physique. He admires her a lot, the way she handles herself on hunts. She did a hell of a job today. Growing up together he watched her go from a timid shy girl to a confident badass woman.

He holds her in high regard, never backing down from a fight. Her smartass mouth keeps him on edge, she always finds a way to keep him in his toes. Sure he dropped his flirty comments here and there and so did she. But Dean would never do anything to mess their friendship up.

He cherishes their friendship too much to allow himself to let his little crush ruin that. Even if he doesn't accept his feelings for her. Growing up together he protected her the way he did for Sam.

Feeling a sense of responsibility for her. He missed her this past year. He doesn't regret calling her to come on the search for their father, he feels bad never called before even though he wanted to.

She wanted her space to grow and he respected that, unlike her father.

Sam is talking Deans ear off about some place their dad should be after analyzing the coordinates he left in the journal for them. He realizes his brother isn't paying attention to him, looking over to see Dean staring at Y/N riding next to the Impala.

He smirks at this, knowing his brother has had a bit of a crush on Y/N for a couple years now. Y/N has liked Dean basically her whole life but would never admit it to Sam. To protect their friendship but he doesn't mind. They're good for each other. Too damn stubborn to admit it though.

"You're still crushing on her" Sam teases his brother, this sentence snaps Dean out of his daydreaming and his head spins to his younger brother. "The hell are you talking about? I do not have a crush on Y/N dude. She's like my little sister" Dean scoffs denying the fact.

Sam chuckles shaking his head. Stubborn ass.

"Yeah, sure" Sam says ironically, changing the subject, he tells Dean that their Dad went to Blackwater Ridge Colorado.

"How far?" Dean asks. "About 600 miles" Sam tells him, flashing the light on the map. "If we shag ass we could make it by morning" Dean says looking at Sam and back to Y/N next to baby.

Sam looks at his brother awkwardly. "Dean, um...." Dean turns away disappointed, staring at the road. "You're not going" He says turning back to Sam. "The interview is in like 10 hours. I gotta be there" Sam tries to reason with his brother.

Dean nods sadly, "Yeah. Yeah whatever. I'll take to home." He says and Sam turns the light off. Dean makes a turn to lead onto the highway.

Outside, Y/N notices this turn and follows them, she assumes they're dropping Sam back to Stanford. It saddens her to know she might not see her greatest friend for a long time but she knows it's for the best. It's what he deserves.

They arrive in front of Sam's apartment. Y/N parks her bike infront on the Impala and turns her engine off. She takes off her helmet and hops off her bike at the same time Sam is getting out of Deans car.

Taking her time to walk towards the brothers she hears Sam say, while he's leaning down to face Dean in the window after he closes the passenger door. "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Sam half promises. "Yeah all right" Dean nods, not convinced and Sam taps the door twice.

Dean starts his engine while Sam turns to Y/N. "Sam? Y/N?" He calls out for his brother and best friend. They turn to him. "You know we made a hell of a team back there." Y/N nods sadly "Yeah" he responds. Turning back to Y/N, he smiles at his longest friend sadly.

"Don't give me that look boy, you better lawyer it up when I call your ass from jail to bail me out" Y/N attempts to ease the situation by joking. Sam chuckles and pulls her into a hug. Wrapping his arms around her shoulder, she wraps hers around his waist.

Quickly wiping the tear that's been threatening to fall from her eyes so they don't see. He ruffles her hair for what he thinks is the last time and says "Hang in there kid". She scoffs lightly punching his shoulder.

"You're only a couple months older, now go before I kick your ass" she pretends to chase him while he walks to his apartment. Y/N sighs sadly, turning to the Impala and jumping in the passenger seat. She sees Dean isn't facing her, his eyes on the driver side window and that could only mean one thing.

Placing her hand on his shoulder she says, "He'll be okay Dean". He turns to her, his face stained in a couple tears. Her heart breaks seeing this "Come here" she ushers him to hug her, he leans into her chest. Allowing a couple more tears to fall from his eyes to her chest.

She comforts him as he always did her, reassuring him that Sam will be alright. That his little brother loves him. That she will always be there for him. Stroking his hair, she feels butterflies fill her stomach now realizing their position. She tells herself now is not the time or place.

Ignoring it but she can't help but feel something is wrong. Like if something is going to happen. It's been bugging her all day. Dean starts chuckling a little at her words earlier to Sam.

"Don't give me that look boy, you better lawyer it up when I call your ass from jail to bail me out"

Even in a time like this, Y/N is the only person who could put a smile on his face. "What're you laughing at" Y/N asks, chuckling with him, confused how he went from crying to laughing. Before he could tell her, they hear Sam scream "NO!!" Pain in his voice.

They snap out of it, bolting out of Deans car. They kick the door down to Sam's apartment. A blast of heat gushes out through the door "Sam!" Dean yells for his brother. Y/N smells smoke.

'Oh no. This is it. This is the bad thing that was going to happen'. Y/N thinks to herself. "JESS!!" Sam screams in agony, Dean and Y/N rush to Sam's room.

Upon running in they see Jess pinned to the ceiling, engulfed in flames. No fucking way.

"Sam! Sam!" Y/N and Dean yell. "NO!! NO!!" Sam screams still on the bed, blocking himself from the flames.

"We gotta get out of here!" Dean screams, he and y/n pull Sam off the bed. Hauling him out of the room. "JESS!! JESS!! NO!!" Sam screams in shock. They make it out of the apartment in time before the blast takes over the whole building.

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Hours have passed since Jess' death. Dean is looking at the burning building being sprayed by the firefighters. His mind flashing back to that unfaithful night when his mother was killed. His heart grieves for Sam knowing that pain is now twice as hard on his little brother, who he fought so hard to protect.

Sam spent the first hour crying into Dean and Y/N's arms. Currently at the trunk of the Impala, he's loading his rifle, a grim look on his face while tears still fall from his eyes.

Y/N's heart pains seeing her best friend like this. Leaning against Baby's boot, taking a drag from her cigarette in this stressful time. A habit she picked up from her father. Sam ushers her to pass it. She looks at him surprised. "You sure?" he just nods curtly.

He hands Y/N the rifle, as Dean approaches them, so she can finish loading it. Passing the almost burnt out bud to him, Sam takes a few pulls, letting the smoke out. Before finishing it, flicking it to the ground and crushing it with his boot.

Turning to face his elder brother. Y/N throws the gun into the trunk. "We've got work to do fellas" She says grimly and Sam shuts the trunk.

Authors Note

So this chapter was supposed to be uploaded since last night but right after I finished proofreading and editing. My dumbass accidentally deleted the entire chapter!

The tears that were shed. Holy Fuckk. That's a pain I never wanna go through again. And I've watched all 15 seasons of Supernatural😂

Anyways. I hope whoever is reading that enjoyed the first episode. I'll try my best to finish the next one by Thursday for the latest. I'm planning to do a lot with Y/N's character. I'm trying to avoid leaving plot holes but I'm kinda new to consistent writing so bare with me.

Update

I forgot to add in the fact that Sam and Deans mom grew up with Y/N's parents. I added into the prologue. Please forgive my lack of planning. Xoxo

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Quaritch going to interrogate his favorite captive and he stumbles upon her in heat. His new mission: mate and breed the na’vi female.

Heatful Experience

Warning: NSFW content (MDNI), mention of heat cycles, praise kink, no protection, breeding kink, mentions of captivity, etc. Pairing: Miles Quaritch x Na'vi!Reader Synopsis: You were in heat and he was inquisitive. The hormones in your body said yes but your sanity said no because he was your sworn enemy.

If this war is anyone's fault, it was the sky people's fault. They took everything you had and if you didn't give it to them out of the will of your heart, then they would take it by force. You were held captive by General Ardmore to gain more information on the Na'vi ways and most importantly, the location of Jake Sully.

Why did you have to suffer for the sake of others? It was not fair at all. It's been months since Jake escaped to the reef. It was a strange day. Heat overcame your poor body. It was like an intense pressure building in your head and stomach. You felt weak. The heat cycles began once again. The last time your heat occurred you were at the Omatikaya with your soon to be mate who endured you are fine but now you are Eywa knows where with the people that took everything away from you.

The pressure in your stomach made you whiny. It was unbearable. You begged Eywa for mercy but your plea wasn't heard. You moved your loincloth to reveal your wet cunt. It was clenching around nothing if it mourned the touch and the pleasure your mate gave to you.

You reached your bulging and sensitive clit. You shrieked at the overwhelming sensation. Usually when you touched yourself, it never felt like this. The heat was different and you were alone. You had control before, now you just couldn't stop. Your juices splashed everywhere and ran down your fingers like flooding rivers. Your breasts felt sensitive. You grabbed your nipple hoping to relieve it. This only made the situation worse.

Little did you know, Eywa had it coming for you. Quaritch was on his way to interrogate you until he heard tour sweet moans from afar. He pulled his knife wondering if it was one of his men hurting you. He pulled on the door only to see you panting heavily with a pool of your sweet release around you. He smirked, pretending he saw nothing.

You were his favourite. You were just a healer taught to heal the strong, not to fight them.

You immediately made yourself look half-decent but the pool of your juices was still beneath you. You looked at him with eyes full of lust with a hint of sadness. You tried to crawl away from him but he lifted you up and placed you down on the table in the cell. What was this man doing to you?

"Now tell me why you panting so hard, sugar?", he asked with the witty smirk of his. Your stomach became to fluster. No! You had to control yourself! You had a mate, this was wrong. You tried to calm yourself but your heat had other plans. His hand moved to your thigh, now your pussy was just getting wetter. "You in heat, baby?", he whispered in your ear. Your eyes widened. He flipped you over. You were resisting. He locked your hands with his.

"Why are you pushing me away? You don't think I can feel your cunt soaking my pants?", he said before tucking your braid under your flushed ear. You were caught lusting after a man that wasn't your mate. A tear rolled down your face onto the table. "Get over it! Jake Sully will not come for you nor your mate!", he yelled still pinning you to the table. "Let me love You! I would never do that.", he continued. "Do what?", you asked. The venom in your tone made chills run down Miles' spine.

"Leave You!", he exclaimed. "You shameless demon!", you spat in his face. He grabbed your braids forcing you to look back at his raging eyes. He kissed you hungrily, slipping his tongue down your throat. He let go of your hands. You flipped yourself making him slip in between your legs. You grabbed your face. You felt guilty. "No! I–we can't. I have a mate. It's against Eywas will!", you blurted out. He kissed you again and biting your tongue before he ripped off your top.

"Fuck Eywa's will!", he started to kiss from your neck and licking down to your cunt. He smirked as he watched your cunt clench around nothing. He laid you down before placing your legs over his shoulders. He sank your long tongue into your cunt. You grabbed his shirt ripping in the process. He licked your clit. " N-not there!", you screamed. " Ah! No~ you have to stop!", you begged him. " Too much~", you whined, your fingernails scratched his muscular back. "Please let me rest!", you asked once. "Rest, we've just started, sweetheart!", he stated.

He unzipped his camo pants, resisting his boner. You were shocked, your mate was never compare. He was so veiny, it scared you. You unintenlicked your lips. Something inside of you snapped. You forced his length inside your mouth as you reached your hand to touch your heat. You couldn't believe your sworn enemy made you this way. Forcing your sanity to eventually break, this was the new you.

He bent you over the table again, grabbing you by the scalp which made your hips throw themselves back. Impatient, you took his cock in your hands inserting it into your hole. You squealed. You were broken. Your mind was blank. You mouth released sweet moans. Music to the ears of your enemy.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well!", Miles praised. You grabbed his shoulders, kissing his pecs. You couldn't talk, just moans alone and Miles loved that. It proved you were his and not else's mate to claim. "Gonna fill you up real good so you don't leave me, you want that pretty thing?", he questioned, you didn't have a choice. Fuck Jake Sully. The only thing he wanted was you. He came inside you. Your womb was being filled to the brim. Your toes clenched as you release yourself on him. He pulled out leaving you on the table to recall what just happened. You heard the cell door shut. You whimpered on the table and balled your eyes out. Remembering your clan wouldn't want a woman bearing the child of the enemy nor would your mate ever look at you again.

Oh Eywa, why is it always you?

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Damn, you felt sore. Almost every part of your body ached. Last thing you remembered was, you were behind the school because you've received a note to meet someone there, just like the many you got like every other week. It's always the same corny love confession, and you always respond with the same answer,

"Oh, I already have a lover. Thanks for the thought though." You say and walk away.

But this time, it was something you never would've expected. It was a girl this time but that wasn't the new part, you've had even girls confess to you. It was she started talking about,

"You just think you can do whatever you fucking want just because you're pretty." She said in a spiteful tone,

You grimaced knowing what type of girl she already was. She was a bitch, not the good kind. She was green with envy of any girl who tried to outshine her. You snickered,

"You think I'm pretty, why thank you <3." You dropped the smug remark, rolling your eyes playfully.

You started walking away, not wanting to waste your time with some girl who has nothing to do then shit on other women who are living their lives. Jealousy really is a disease, and an ugly one. But suddenly you stopped in your tracks when she shouted,

"YOU THINK YOU COULD JUST STEAL HIM AWAY FROM ME, YOU BITCH!"

Turning to her, annoyance bubbling up inside you as you spat back at her,

"What the hell are you talking about, steal who?

"HARUKI SENPAI, YOU SEDUCED HIM!"

She saw your furrowed eyebrow and crooked smile, before you burst out laughing, hugging your stomach,

"PFFT, BAHAHA! OH MY GOSH, REALLY!? THAT UGLY GUY CONFESSED TO ME."

Taking a deep breath before wiping the small tears in the corners of your eyes,

"Okay, so you're yelling at me because your man-wait no- CRUSH asked me out. Sounds like you should keep him in check rather than attacking me. You know, that's a really bitchy move. There's a special place in hell for insecure hoes like you who put down other women."

You felt bad for her, she was trying so hard for this guy's attention to the point of coming at other girls. That's so...pathetic. You saw how her malice expression faded into a sadistic smile, then you caught the sound of a twig snapping behind you. You gasped at the realization, turning halfway when you felt the sharp pain in the side of your head. One of her friends had snuck up on you then at the moment you put your guard down, she struck you with a metal pipe.

RIP my man...Shinichiro

You weren't sure how long you've been knocked out for, but once you woke up it was night time. And you were met with two afros you were oh-too-familiar with.

"Hey Souya, it's alright. She's opening her eyes, there's no need to cry." His older brother, Nahoya, tried to comfort him.

Souya hasn't stopped crying ever since they got the first glance of your almost lifeless body on the floor. He never ran so fast to check up on somebody, pulling you into his arms and light shaking you to wake up. Begging you to.

"Hey Soso, baby, you're kinda squeezing the life out of my ass right now." You managed to gasp out,

He quickly let you go but both of his hand were still on your shoulder,

"Who...who did this Y/n. I'll fucking kill-" He started, his voice dripped with malice and rage.

Tears were running down his face, Nahoya had warned you about Angry's tears. No matter what, don't make him cry. You cupped his face, catching him off guard. You took a good look at him before gently wiping his tears away and leaning in and kissing his wet cheeks, You giggled a little at the small blush that became visible on his now hot cheeks. He was such a kind soul. He was one of the rare people who truly had a good heart. You weren't sure how hard you fell for him until now.

"Why are you crying dummy, I am literally right here in your arms."

You feel relieved once you see his tears stop running like a speeding river. You continued by kissing his hands,

"I told you before, your tears are precious to me, baby. Mm, I love you so much." You whispered, your voice sugarcoated as you pulled him into your arms, holding him lovingly.

He sniffed and struggled to talk because of his constant gasps,

"Shh, it's gonna be alright. Just listen to my voice. Take a deep breath, angel. Yeah, that's it. Are you calm now?" You whispered near his ear, rubbing his back and gently caressed his hair.

He nodded,

"I-I tried, I really did! But you were hurt and bleeding!"

"I know, baby. I know, and it's okay. I'd never ever blame you, love. Also c'mon, I bleed like every month. I think I can handle this." You joked,

You heard his muffled laugh when he had his face rested in the crook of your neck.

You were too focused on Souya, notice the way Nahoya took the hint and left you two to the comfort of your own presence.

...

The walk home to patch you up was sweet. Souya offered (demanded) to carry you all the way to your house. It was relaxing, he smelled nice, and he was warm. You wrapped your arms around his neck getting more comfortable when you pulled him closer resting your head on his shoulder.

"Souyaaaaaaa, I love youuuu. You're so sweet and make me so happy." You whispered, dragging out some of your words.

He was glad you weren't looking at him. You would tease the freak out of him if you saw the way he blushed hard at your harmonious voice. You raised your head, facing him. You snicker at his flushed face,

"You're so cute when you blush." You purr, biting your lower lip a little.

You moved your face closer to his, brushing your lips against his. It was a deep and affectionate kiss. You lost yourself in his warmth, treasuring the sensual moment. Pulling away to take a shaky breath. You sunk back into his arms, a smile tugged on your swollen lips, and let your eyes rest, getting sleepy.

After a moment you heard a small chuckle. You open one of your eyes, staring up at him,

"Hmm, what's up?

"I just remember talking with my brother about something."

"Oooh, tell me! Tell me!"

"He said you were a lot like a tootsie pop."

"The sucker. pfft-why?"

"You always act so tough on the outside but you're really such a softie."

You got flustered and a tad bit angry,

"dammit Nahoya, I'll shove my foot up your ass next time I see."

Ate a whole bag of tootsie pops while writing this

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Chapter Six

no-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!oc

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warnings: 18+ heavy angst, references to past injury related to DV

a/n: so we are in for another heavy sitting. as always, my goal is always truth, nothing gratuitous, but honest. my DMs are always open, I'd love to hear what you're thinking about this one.

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Step into the light poor Lazarus

Don't lie alone behind the window shade

Let me see the mark death made

I dream a highway back to you

I dream a highway - Gillian Welch

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Where does the thaw begin? It is always gradual. Always give and take. Taking tentative, preening steps out into the sun one day, only to be snapped back into place by a sudden snarl of cold the next. But eventually, that perpetual dull thrum of white starts to melt. The streams in the mountains swirl and slurry up with it, a froth of life that churns down into the rivers that run a faint thread along the highway. Boulders will be moved, small trees uprooted, a whole new season breeding activity. The landscape rearranged, reconfigured until eventually, settling, eventually, green.

The flock is certainly happy for it, proud and relieved bleats, their heads tossed back in the clear, cool morning air. The two newest members of the group are still getting their legs under them, a little uncertain in maneuvering around the remaining slush, quick clipped jumps and jolts to catch up with their mother. And Dove is never far behind these days. Not even Dolores in his mind any more. Dove, Dovey, Dovey-girl whenever they go down to the bar and she’s beating him or John at darts.

Punch and Judy might like her just as much as they like their mother, necking and nuzzling up against her shins like cats, contented sounds whenever she greets them in the morning. Joel tends to hang back, letting her make her rounds, inarguably the favorite of both flock and feather. A gift, bells of laughter and the bright glint of her smile, even when she catches his eyes from across the field, like maybe it could be for him too. And then he remembers that is it for him too, because she always comes back, always comes to him with her eyes squinting into the sun and her smile slanting with the scrunch of her nose.

“They’re getting bigger everyday.” He thinks to himself that he wishes she wouldn’t remind him. Time has a way of getting parceled and pinched out here. Secret time, stolen time, no one paying much attention to time. How long has it been? Counting months in his mind as they make breakfast. He figures nine by the time they sit down. So much time. Time he has been greedy with. Enough of it that she may no longer need to stay. Or may no longer want to. He winces into his mug, small, sharp hurt that he is all too familiar with. Doubt makes him sulk, makes him slump. But then she always does something like she does right now. Touching just to touch. Something curious about it, like she is still unsure if she is allowed to, like this is not something she has had before now. Careful fingers curling around his wrist from across the table, coaxing his palm up to the ceiling so she can press her hand flat against his. He can feel her pulse where the pads of his fingers rest against the soft inside of her wrist, steady, with the occasional stutter.

“Do you want to go tonight?”

“If you do, yes.” Who says what, it doesn’t matter. Call and response goes both ways for them. If you do, then I do, and if I do, then you do.

“We don’t have to stay long.” Always giving her an out. She curls her hand around his.

“You just don’t want to lose at darts again.”

“You always win.”

“Don’t be a poor sport about it, I won’t want to play with you any more.”

“Hey.” That smile is for him, no question.

…

It isn’t often that Joel gets anything in the post. There is a mailbox at the end of the dirt road leading to the house. It has a large dent in its side, and has since he bought the place, near impossible to pry open. The mailman’s frustration with it is clear in how the lid is now hanging off its hinges, some sort of envelope, thick and obvious, sticking out of it as they drive home in the afternoon.

“What is it?”

“I’m not sure, I wasn’t expecting anything.” But he knows exactly what it is when he opens it, the knife he used to slice through the top of the padded envelope clattering onto the dining table when he pulls out a thick stack of documents from inside.

On top is a birth certificate. A hospital in Lincoln, Nebraska, and the first name is Dolores. And he shouldn’t, but she’s still toeing out of her shoes and hanging up her coat, so he quickly thumbs through the rest. A packet, and he recognizes what it is immediately. All those years ago, with Sarah’s mom, he got a packet that looked just like this. Divorce papers.

“Joel?” It startles him, and he knows he’s been caught, quietly setting the stack of papers down on the table, not quite able to meet her gaze.

“Those are for you.” He can’t watch, only catching a glimpse of the way her brow pulls down, a slight frown as she pads around the side of the table to get a better look.

“Oh.” She doesn’t pick them up, just drags her hand across them to fan the papers out on the table. And it’s a posture he hasn’t seen from her in a long time, the way she curls her arm back into herself, everything shutting and shuttering up tight and small. No, he can’t watch, but he can’t walk away either, shifting in his boots, his eyes landing on her only to flit away fast. She’s not moving, and he’s not sure if she’s even breathing, it’s that silent, save for the soft creak of the floorboards with his anxious shuffling.

“Do you have a pen?” It takes him a breath to realize that she’s asking him, and then he sets himself into stuttering motion. His hands feel too big, too shaky as he fumbles through the junk drawer in the kitchen, though something has changed in Dove, her shoulders straightened and smoothed out when she takes the pen he offers her. She hunches over the table, squinting through each page, a quick flurry of signatures that he knows she shouldn’t be dashing down so fast. But there’s no stopping her. Rampage and war path all in one, she huffs when she gets to the end of the packet, pinning the whole stack down with the pen and stepping back from the table like she escaped from something just in time.

“When do you want to leave for the bar?” She asks it light as air, a strange rolling back of her shoulders, her eyes settling somewhere just past him, not quite meeting him. He has to gather himself before he answers, stunned, and a little spooked, if he’s being honest.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“What does that mean?” All edge and ice, his stomach lurches quick and awful at this new thing, this very new, very frightening thing that she seems to be doing.

“Nothing, Dove, it doesn’t mean anything. But we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to.”

“Okay.”

Dinner is tight and silent as a fist. Neither of them looking at the other. She pushes the food around her plate, though he’s not sure if any of it actually gets eaten. And he can feel his own frustration mounting, that urge to get just a little big, and a little loud, to tell her no, to put his foot down, to stop whatever this is. But he knows that whatever this is, no matter how mean she makes it look, it is a hurting thing.

So they go to the bar, and he lists at the periphery of the small crowd, making meaningless conversation with Rod about the weather while he keeps the lion’s share of his attention on Dove.

She doesn’t like to drink, not usually. Most of the time, she’ll politely sip down half a beer, promptly handing it to Joel for him to finish. But tonight, she has already lined up three tidily finished bottles on the table next to where she’s playing darts with John, and while everyone else is jovial, enthused and amused by this sudden outgoing shift in her demeanor, all Joel feels is a nervous stutter in his chest.

He watches, quietly and carefully, until he cannot stop himself from stepping in any longer. It’s quick, the way she stumbles back into a table, sending a few bottles rolling over onto the floor before John can hook a steady arm around her shoulders. It’s enough to get Joel moving.

“John, I think it’s time for us to be heading home.”

“John, I think it’s time for us to be heading home.” It’s slurred and stilted, a garish mimicry of his voice that she punctuates with a hiccup and a fragment of a laugh, still slightly swaying from her hold on John’s arm. And when Joel reaches for her, a murmured please, Dove, pain wraps itself around his heart, an awful throb of it, when she jerks her arm away from him, stumbling over her feet and in turn nearly causing John to lose his balance. She is mean like this, he realizes, meanness that he didn’t know she was capable of. A hot scoff and an I’m fine sharp from the back of her throat, steeling herself away from John and holding onto a table to steady her shake. Joel swallows around heat and sickness in his throat watching the broken sigh that curls in her shoulder blades. Not mean, after all, but hurting.

“Yeah, I’d say so. I think Dovey-girl here had a little too much fun tonight.” He knows it’s John’s weak attempt to smooth whatever tension seems to be hissing. Right, fun. Joel tries for what he can of a smile, though it’s more grimace than anything else, quietly coaxing an arm around Dove’s waist, not even sparing John a second glance as he shuffles them out of the bar and into the quick snap of cool night air.

She’s laughing, her head thrown back on her neck, lolled to the side. And it isn’t the laugh he has gotten used to. It’s a bitter thing, an ugly thing, mingling and mixing with that broken rasp of hers. A miracle that he can get her into the car. Usually so tentative with touch, her hands are everywhere, skittering up his chest, tugging in his hair, pulling at his coat, his belt, all while slurring soft iterations of his name. He feels like he’s going to throw up. And maybe it’s a little mean, the way he collects both her wrists in one broad palm and tucks them pointedly in her lap. For a moment she stills, a tremble in her lip that he thinks is threatening tears, but then she tilts her head back in another sharp giggle, distracted enough with her own unraveling that he can shut the passenger-side door and hurry around to his side of the car.

The roads are dark, the mountains the faintest purple shadow in the distance. He rolls all the windows down, hoping that the swift whip of wind might help sober her up. She’s silent in the passenger seat, but he can feel her heavy stare, her cheek dropped down to her shoulder to look at him.

“Joel.” Lilting and long, a little sing-songy call of his name, Jooooel. He doesn’t indulge it with any attention, keeps his eyes focused on the road getting eaten up by headlights in front of them. But she doesn’t abide by that for long. He tries to shake it off at first, jostling his knee like that might make her take her hand away. A quiet don’t, do not, Dove, when her palm starts to skirt higher, curling around his thigh. And it becomes too much so suddenly, so quickly.

“Godfuckingdamnit!”

In a blink, in the time it took for her hand to brush against the in-seam of his jeans, he has driven them off the road and into the soft, new grass on the side of the highway. He has gotten loud, and he has gotten big, shoulders hulking up toward his ears as his eyes flash, frenzied, over to her. And she has gotten small again, pressed back against the passenger-side door, silent and unblinking. He has scared her. But she has scared him as well.

Neither of them say a thing. He allows himself two deep breaths, and then he guides the car back onto the road.

She is still, subdued, and when he finally parks in front of the house, he realizes that she has fallen asleep, her lips parted and her head tilted back. He had hoped that she wouldn’t, but she stirs when he opens the passenger door, an indignant sound in the back of her throat as he unbuckles her seatbelt for her. He moves to take his hand away, but she catches his wrist, a weak hold that he doesn’t resist.

At first, he cannot understand what she’s saying, something mumbled and murmured, her lashes dropped down to her cheeks. She says it once, twice, and it starts to become clearer. You, me, you don’t, me, you don’t want me.

“That’s not true, Dove.” She sighs, running her thumb over his knuckles, her weepy eyes flickering up to his beneath her brow. And it’s terrible, tearing something open inside of him when she tries to lean forward, tries to pull him closer, tries again. Terrible that he has to press a hand to her shoulder to keep her from doing something that she will surely regret. Something he doesn’t know if she would even want, if not for the haze she is in. Maybe the most terrible part of it, actually.

And then that same chorus. You don’t want me, want me, want me, you don’t want me. And he could laugh, and he could cry, because all he has been doing is wanting her, and trying to stop himself from wanting her.

“Not like this.” He says it so quiet, he doesn’t know if she hears it, listing somewhere between consciousness and sleep. If she does, she shows no sign of acknowledging it, just letting out a long string of sighs as he helps her out of the car and into the house.

Her face is tucked into the side of his neck, blowing hot breath against his skin as he makes the awkward stumble up the stairs with her clinging under his arm. He manages to get her shoes off, and her coat, which once was his, but has been hers for a while now. It’s silent, save for her quiet murmurs of protest to any movement, eyes scrunched shut as he coaxes her under the covers. All she offers is one more sigh of his name, like penance or prayer, before she slips back under merciful sleep’s thumb.

Joel doesn’t get into bed with her. He can’t. He knows that he can’t, not right now. So instead, he sits down on the floor with a quiet groan, letting his back rest against the wall across from the bed, his head tipping back, like maybe there might be some sort of answer in the vertical.

There is no answer.

…

The difference between grief and mourning is noun and verb. Grief, the thing, and mourning, what you do with it. Never pretty, never perfect, never graceful, or gracious, any of it.

When Sarah was in middle school she went through a phase of being interested in the paranormal, in death, and what might come after it. Every night, Joel would come home and find her on the couch, watching the same show in which people recounted all their various and supposed hauntings. It had worried him at the time, going to his mother, even to Tommy, asking them if they thought it was strange. It would pass, the advice he received from everyone around him. Being young, it’s natural to wonder if and when the time for all of that to end will come. So when he would come home at night, he would wordlessly join her, somewhere between awake and asleep, half-listening to the television. But now, he remembers something that was said through the thick static of cable. Unfinished business, right, hauntings happen when patterns must be returned to and repeated. Phantom figments playing out all that was left unsaid, undone.

What happened last night had nothing to do with him. He is pretty certain it could have been anyone sitting in the driver’s seat alongside her. All that Dove needed was a willing participant, a captive cast member, to enact a haunting of her own, to close some gap, stitching some snapped thread in her mind. No, nothing to do with him, nothing at all.

At some point, sleep caught him, slumped to the side, a sharp pain in his neck when he wakes up, still seated on the floor. Dove isn’t in bed, a rumple of sheets where she had been laying. He’s too tired for that quick pulse of panic to fan into any real flame, but he does consider it. That maybe this is what leaving looks like.

But no, he stumbles out onto the porch, hurting with how bright it is, no. She is out there with the flock, still in her clothes from last night. He can only see her back with the way she is sitting in the field, spine curled over and into itself.

Shame settles thick and toothsome in his gut, though why he isn’t sure, anxious and awkward in how he comes to stand just in her periphery, letting presence be known, but not needed. She is crying.

“I am so sorry, Joel.” She says it plainly, voice flat and distant. And he isn’t going to say that it’s alright, because they both know that whatever that was, nothing about it was right. Purposeful, but not intended for pain. When cornered, a wounded animal will lash out against anything that moves, innocent or arbiter.

“I know you are, Dove.” When he takes a step closer to her, Avril lets out an indignant bleat from where she is watching a few paces away, part of her flock, a warning that she will do more if she does not like what she sees. Under any other circumstances, Joel would roll his eyes at the animal, ridiculous, but today it keeps him at a distance, sitting down far enough from Dove that he could not reach for her if he tried. And he would like nothing more than to reach for her, to forget what happened last night, to go back to the way things were. A stupid wish, a childish wish, one that cannot be made real.

“I don’t ever want to be like that again.”

“You aren’t like that.” And he means it. That wasn’t her, not the present her. A ghost somewhere inside of her that found its way to the surface, breaking beneath her skin.

“I understand if you want me to leave.”

“I don’t.”

“I was awful to you.” He doesn’t speak at first. Because yes, it was awful. An awful thing that makes him feel sick now even thinking of it. And awful too, that he knows he would forgive her of anything. Already forgiving this.

Punch comes wobbling up to her, taking the laces of her boots in her mouth before snuffling up her leg, nosing under Dove’s palm, intent on affection that she is so willing to give. Maybe they have let these girls get too domestic, a little too comfortable with humans, but he doesn’t care, watching a watery smile try to spread across Dove’s lips as she scratches behind the lamb’s ears.

“How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts, but I deserve it.” No, he thinks, none of this has been deserved. A strange cascade of poison. Cause and terrible effect.

When he reaches for her, Avril abides, plodding away, if not a little indignant. He takes up her hand in his, and though ligament and lines remain limp, she lets him, still not looking at him, but letting him.

“I am so sorry.”

“I know you are.”

…

He takes care of it for her. Seals the packet of paperwork back in the envelope and writes the requisite address on the front, tucks the whole thing in the backseat of the truck. And they move like careful planets, still in orbit, but trying hard not to touch, to linger.

The first thing he does after dropping her off at the diner is go to the post office, though he thinks twice of it. Reopens the envelope in the driver’s seat for the third time now and reads through the whole thing, every condition, every clause. A clean break seems to be the sum of it, nothing glaring to any of it. So he closes the envelope one more time, and posts it back to Nebraska.

It’s a wordless communication, the way she turns in the passenger seat to check for it when he picks her up in the afternoon, settling back when she sees that it is gone. Still smarting, both of them, they move carefully through their usual errands, the grocery and the library, the drugstore for a new bottle of Advil for her.

Her voice has gotten worse over the months, since what happened in November. The word that she uses for it, not what he would call it, worse. Usually the hardest to hear her in the mornings, words cracking into whispers or suddenly stuttering up a pitch. He knows it upsets her, how she will quickly close her mouth mid-thought, lips pressed in a thin line like she couldn’t stand for any more of that sound to come out. He brought up the idea of taking her to see a doctor in Denver once, and she had scoffed, the whites of her eyes showing with their roll because no insurance, and what money she has, set aside for a different problem entirely. She hadn’t let him even begin to say that he would help her cover it.

Today, it is particularly bad. Not in how it sounds, at least not to him, but in how it is clearly painful for her to speak, wincing around the few things she does say, the menial mundane things of errands, clearing her throat in between each response, a hand curled and hovering over the front of her neck, not touching, but sensing something that has seemed to change permanently.

Maybe the alcohol, he thinks, the abrasive slip of it down her throat. Or maybe the fact of loud, the loudest he had ever heard her, those clipped laughs. Maybe a combination of the two. Whatever it is, he can see her frustration mounting with it, until finally, she sits with a terse crease in her brow and her lips kept in a stoic pinch on the drive back home. Betrayed by her own voice, in more ways than one.

The only thing she does say, once the groceries are put away and Joel is preparing to help her make dinner, a rattling rasp, I’ll do it. A wave of her hands, away and behind her, and he won’t argue, worried she might cry if she has to speak any more.

Disappointed that it’s him and not her doing the evening rounds, the sheep are at best tolerant of his care, keeping a dignified distance as he fills their water troughs and checks on the lambs. The chickens are less loyal, and more stupid, he thinks to himself, but even they seem a bit jaded when he is the one that shuts the coop for the night.

The house is warm when he comes back inside, windows spilling syrup into the oncoming night. It smells good, salt and savor, something simmering on the stove. A strange contrast, the inherent life that a kitchen suggests, and the solemn way she is moving around it. Recompense, remorse, heavy things pulling at her shoulders, curling her smaller over pots and pans.

“This looks good, Dove, thank you.” She nods, passing him a full plate, warmth seeping into his palms from the bottom of it. But when they both sit down, he recognizes it immediately, so many steps back. Her hands are in her lap, and he already knows that she’s waiting for him to start. Doing that thing again, and he can do it too. Fork and knife remain untouched, he sits back in his chair, a small challenge. Maybe ten minutes pass like that, the steam from their plates long dissolved into the air, when she finally looks up at him, frustration clear in the pull of her brow.

Something that she learned. Something that was taught to her, just like all the rest of her fear. Back when she first came to stay with him, she was always apologizing, always thanking. And the cooking, and the waiting for him to start before she would even consider her plate. Like punishment, like always being aware of some score, and afraid of what might happen if she does not balance it. And he’s watching her sink back into it, all of it, right now.

“Dove, please.” She blinks at him, a slack frown pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“You should eat, Joel.” She puts every ounce of sound she can behind it, and it still comes out quiet, a quick burst of decibel on eat, like her voice tried to kick up in her chest just enough to end on a good note, though his name comes out the softest of all of it, a whisper that seems to hurt.

“So should you.”

“I will.”

“Now, please.”

“I feel terrible.” And he knows that she isn’t talking about her lingering headache, not even the pain in her throat. He knows that she has probably been exacting perfect retribution on herself in her mind, all day. She looks miserable, because she has made herself miserable with guilt that has festered into shame.

“I forgive you, I do.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“You didn’t mean it.” Her eyes flicker, so small he might have imagined it. But no, something shifts behind her grimace, and he realizes that he might be wrong, that there had been some truth to her want last night. A want that she doesn’t know how to manage, a want that she doesn’t know what to do with. A want like his.

“I don’t know how to, Joel.”

“That’s okay.”

“I don’t think I can stand it.”

“What can’t you stand?”

“For you to not–” She cuts herself off, a sharp breath that threatens tears. But he knows it’s the same thing he’s afraid of that she is speaking to. Want can be so violent, so rash, so wicked and wretched in how big and bold and blustering it can get. But really, it is a child, hoping that someone will hold its hand, hoping, for once, that someone will walk it home, see it through the night.

“It’s the same for me, Dove. I can’t stand it either.”

On her terms, the only way this will ever work, he offers a quiet come here, please, pushes out his chair from the table, and waits for her to respond, to react. And yes, it takes time, but eventually, she does.

“Warm.” Said to herself, maybe not meant to be said at all, her eyes intent on where her palm splays over his chest. He places his hand over hers, keeping it there.

There is no one around for a good few miles, but here is what the coyotes see in the yellow drip of light coming from the kitchen windows. A man, sitting in a chair pushed back from a dining table, and a woman, standing between his legs, her hand on his chest, and his hand on her hand. And they are not smiling, neither of them, and they are not speaking either. They are looking at each other. The man places his other hand on the woman’s waist, and he gives her a small nod, a making sure, making okay. The woman nods too, and she lets her other hand settle along the man’s jaw.

But people are very boring to coyotes, especially broken ones like these, so they do not stick around to see the rest, skittering off with a chorus of yips and clackering sounds, seeking their own small satisfactions.

No, the coyotes do not see when the woman carefully dips her face down, nor do they see the man tilt his chin up in answer. And the coyotes certainly do not see the small, shivering kiss that is over as soon as it starts. Two shadows turning into one, and only the smallest sliver of light between them when they separate again.

The coyotes have much more interesting matters to tend to than such human things. After all, spring has finally come to the mountains.

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Hello!! Could you possibly do a Rhys x reader where they are both very frustrated and pent up because they haven’t been able to have sex because they have both been very busy with High Lord and High Lady duties? Eventually Rhys finally has enough of not being able to have a second alone with reader so he clears the next week for them and finally can have a good stress reliever 😏 and a moment of peace without people interrupting them?

I just know that the aftercare that Rhys would give would be wonderful cause it’s not just him checking to make sure he wasn’t too rough but because he hasn’t been able to just touch reader?

I Need You Rhysand x Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Language

It was never difficult for you and Rhys to find time for each other until recently. It seems the two of you were constantly being pulled in opposite directions for your duties. When you were able to get a night together, you were both too exhausted from working. One day, Rhys had had enough and called everyone to Rita's for a dinner.

During dinner, it was nice to catch up with the inner circle outside of reports and assignment check-ins. Once dinner was winding down, Rhys told everyone the two of you were taking a week off. "I'm leaving Amren and Mor in charge in our absence. They'll be the ones to handle anything that comes up." He says. "Under no circumstances are y/n or I to be disturbed." Everyone nods in acknowledgment. After his announcement, he quickly escorts you home to the river house.

As soon as the door is shut, his lips are pressed against yours in a searing kiss. His hands ripping the zipper on your dress before sliding it off your shoulders. He lets out a moan of appreciation when he finds you're not wearing a bra. He trails kisses down your neck to one of your tits, biting and sucking it while his fingers tease the others. Hearing your moans only makes him need you more.

He pushes your dress to the floor before tangling his fingers in your hair, "I need you now." He practically growls before bending you over the entry table. He nudges your legs apart with his feet before his other hand slides down your back over your ass. He runs his fingers between your legs, feeling how needy you are. His fingers gently rub your clit as he leans over, whispering in your ear, "You're going to be a good girl and take every inch of my cock in your tight little pussy. I can't be gentle with you, I need you too badly."

His fingers disappear from your core before you hear him undoing his pants. Soon you feel his hard cock nestle between your legs. He teases you, running it along your pussy. You can't help but try to grind on it, wanting it deep inside you. Rhys's hand comes down on your ass, leaving his handprint. "You're so needy for my hard cock, maybe I should make you beg for it." He says with as much control as he can find.

"Please, please fuck me, I need you so bad." You beg while trying to grind on him. Within seconds his cock is buried deep inside you causing you to scream at the force he used. His hands grip your hips tight before he starts pounding your pussy. "That's it, take my cock like a good girl." He says as his grip on your hips tighten. He thrusts into you harder, making you take every inch of him. Your fingers hand a death grip on the table as you moan louder, not caring if anyone hears.

"Good girl, let all of Velaris hear how good your getting fucked. And how much you love it." He says as he pulls your hair. "Fuck, I love taking your hard cock deep in my pussy. I want you to fill me with your cum." You manage to say between moans. "My cum is going to be leaking from your sweet pussy all week." He says as he takes you harder. His hand wrapping around you before his fingers find your clit.

"Be a good girl and cum on my cock. Show me how much you love it." He says while masterfully rubbing your clit. He has you close to the edge in no time before sending you over it. Just as you cum he is right behind you, filling you up with a massive load of cum. Once you both start to recover from the intense orgasms that ripped through you, you feel Rhys kissing across your shoulders.

You're barely able to stand, but luckily, you don't have to. Rhys picks you up in his arms and carries you towards the bedroom. He passes the bed and takes you into the bathroom. The tub is filled with hot water already. He steps into the tub with you gently sitting down with you in his lap. The hot water helps to relax your tender muscles as you settle into Rhys's lap. He grabs a cloth and gently starts washing you from head to toe.

As he washes you, he asks, "Are you alright, darling? Was I too rough?" You smile before kissing him softly, "I'm alright, a little tender, but nothing to worry about." He kisses you softly before he finishes cleaning you up. The water starts to cool and he helps you out of the bath. He helps you dry off before leading you to the bench in front of your vanity. He stands behind you and picks up your brush.

He delicately brushes your hair, making sure to gently brush any knots out. "You're so good to me, darling." He says softly. "You're good to me, love." You respond with a smile while he finishes brushing your hair. He separates your hair into sections and starts braiding it. He lifts you off the bench before carrying you to bed. He pulls you into his arms, "Goodnight, darling." He says before turning off the lights. Goodnight, love." You whisper back as you drift asleep.

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older-men-are-sexy-okay · 9 months

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Soft Spot

CH 4

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You have just graduated with your Bachelor’s degree and decide to stay at home with your dad to save some money before graduate school. The thing is, he is moving from California to Texas to live next to his best friend/college roommate, Joel, along with his daughter, Sarah. Growing up, you heard so much about him from your dad. It’s almost like you know Joel, but you don’t. You’ve never actually met him. This Summer will be interesting…

Warnings/Tags: Dbf! Joel, slow burn, eventual smut, kinda mean Joel, explicit language, references to death, struggles with depression, reader is younger than Joel (22/43), lowkey creepy Joel?

Note: Don’t you stress - they’ll have their first kiss next chapter🥳

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 4

You wake up Sunday morning to someone knocking on your bedroom door. You try to remember if you had another dream about Joel, like the past couple of nights. You hadn’t. A bit disappointing but you’re also relieved. “Come in”. You sit up in your bed

“Hey.” Your dad walks in the room and sits on the foot of your bed. “We missed you last night. Where did you go?”

You take a deep breath. “Joel hates me. And I think I’m beginning to hate him back.”

Your dad looks confused. “Why would you say that?”

“He never speaks to me, and when he does some rude shit always comes out of his mouth. He doesn’t treat me the same as you or Sarah.”

“Honey, he didn’t like me either when we first met. But now he’s my best friend. Just give it some time, he hardly knows you.” He replies.

“Okay.” You say. This conversation with your dad doesn’t give you any clarity, but you’re done talking about the topic. You’ve made up your mind, you’re done with being nice to Joel.

Your dad pauses for a moment. “Want me to talk to him?”

Your eyes widen. “Please, god, no.”

Your dad chuckles. “Okay, then.” He then walks out of your room and shuts the door behind him. You quickly shower and get ready for your date with River. He’s supposed to pick you up at 11 am. You decided to try to dress up. You know what they say, look your best, feel your best. You’re wearing a light blue sundress that brings out your eyes with brown sandals. Hopefully you don’t look like a little girl going to church. However, the dress is maybe a little too short, because you can see your small thigh tattoo poking out from the bottom of your dress. Your hair is curled and makeup looks great. You’re ready to distract yourself and have some good conversation.

You walk downstairs to see your dad grabbing his car keys and an energy drink from the fridge, looking like he is about to leave.

“Where are you going?” You ask.

“Work called, they have something wrong with their shipment.” He said, sounding annoyed. “I’m not even supposed to start until tomorrow and they’re already bothering me with this shit.”

“Well, I guess that’s what it means to be a manager.” You say back. Your dad was a carpenter back in California, he accepted a job as the manager of a flooring company when he decided he was going to move here.

“I guess. See you later, hun.”

“Bye, dad.” He walked out the door. You were a little surprised that he didn’t notice you were all dressed up and asked where you were going. But you’re not complaining, he would just be constantly texting you if he knew you were on a date. You take a seat on the couch and wait for Rivers ‘I’m outside’ text.

Your phone dings about 10 minutes later, and yup, it’s River saying he’s outside. Funny how you just assumed he wouldn’t come to your door, and you were right. You say bye to Obie and lock your front door. You look in your driveway to see a red truck. It looks a bit beat up, but not super old. You wave hello to him and hop in the passenger seat.

“You look great.” He says looking over at you.

Just as you say “thanks”, you notice he’s just wearing a white shirt and jeans. He’s not even dressed up, even though when asking River what you should wear on the date, he said “maybe something like a dress😍”. Boys are idiots. Whatever, you try to brush it off. At least you look really cute. Not that he doesn’t look cute, but your expectations were maybe a bit too high.

“So where are we going to brunch?” You ask him.

He begins reversing his truck out of the driveway. “There’s this spot down the street called Huckleberry’s. They have great brunch and mimosas.”

You chuckle at him. “I’m always down for a good mimosa.”

He smiles in response.

When he said down the street, he really did mean down the street. It only took like 5 minutes to get there. Which you were glad about because it saved you from most of the small talk on the drive over. You both walked in and grabbed a table.

Brunch went pretty good, you have to admit. You only had two mimosas and Belgian waffles. He scarfed down a whole breakfast plate. You two had good conversation, got past the small talk pretty quick and got into deep stuff. You shared about your dreams, going into grad school, what growing up was like, etc. You learned that he has one sister and two brothers, he goes to a community college nearby but plans to transfer to the university to pursue criminal justice and that he wants to be a police officer just like his dad. After learning all this stuff about him, you think that you like him a bit more than before. Before he was just a face, now he’s a face with a story. During brunch, he held your hand and you let him. It was nice to be touched. You hadn’t been touched since your last boyfriend, Jackson. You never really liked Jackson all that much, either, but he kept you from being lonely. Brunch went about two hours before you both decided it was time to leave.

River pulls into your driveway and puts his truck in park. He turns to you.

“That was a great time, thanks for hanging out with me.”

You blush. “I had a great time, too.”

“Um, can I… kiss you?” He asks hesitantly.

You think about it for a second before nodding your head ‘yes’.

He leans in to kiss you and you kiss him back. He slips his tongue into your mouth, but you wish he hadn’t. He shoves his tongue down your throat. ‘Does he even know how to makeout?’ You think to yourself. You agreed because you thought ‘what the hell’ but you’d rather be making out with Obie at this point.

You pull away before it can get any worse. There’s saliva all over your mouth and you put your arm up to your lips to wipe it off.

“I guess I’ll see you later.” You say putting on a fake smile.

“No, wait. Let me walk you up.” River says quickly.

You let him, it’s the most gentlemanly thing he’s done all day.

He gets out of the truck and you both walk up the short path to your front door. You turn to face him to say goodbye.

Just as he leans in for another kiss, you think you’re saved when River stops abruptly. Until you realize why River stopped. You turn to follow where River is looking and see Joel standing a few feet from you on the sidewalk. He’s standing with his arms crossed like some suburban mom. He’s staring at you like usual, completely silent. When Joel realizes you see him, he walks up to meet you both on the porch step.

“Who are you?” Joel asks River harshly, completely ignoring your existence.

“Um, I-I’m River.” He reaches out his hand, “Nice to meet you, sir.”

Joel looks down at his hand and back up to his face, clearly dismissing his attempt for a handshake.

“Sir?” Joel asks.

“Uh, yeah?” River turns to you. “Isn’t this your dad?”

You let out a small huff of air in amusement. “No. No, he’s not my dad.”

“Get the fuck out of here, kid.” Joel says motioning his hand toward River’s truck.

River looks at you, as if he is scared, and says “I’ll, uh, s-see you later.” He practically fast walks to his truck and pulls away.

You turn to Joel. “What the fuck?”

Joel has his arms crossed again staring at you. He says nothing while you wait for an answer.

“Why do you keep telling me what to do? You don’t even know me!” You shout.

He uncrosses his arms. “Because I know your dad isn’t here and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t like you fucking a scrawny little boy in his house!” He raises his voice back.

You’re taken aback by his accusation. You scoff, “Fucking? I don’t even like him! He was just saying goodbye.”

“Don’t lie to me, I saw you two making out in his truck and then you both just coincidentally walk up to the house? Bullshit.”

“What do you care anyways?” You ask with your arms crossed now.

He looks at you and doesn’t answer.

“The only fucking around here is fucking aggravating, and it’s you.” You don’t give him a chance to speak. You bolt inside and slam the door.

You walk inside and head straight for the couch. You couldn’t even make it all the way upstairs because you were so pissed. You sit on the couch and put your knees to your chest. You’re so angry, this guy sure has the balls. Joel just likes to boss people around, you think. He’s controlling. Just because he saw you and River making out… wait. Joel saw you making out. Did your dad put him up to this? But your dad didn’t even know you were going on a date. It couldn’t be that. You begin to wonder if Joel saw River pick you up and waited until you both got back on purpose. Why was he watching you so closely? After pondering for a little while, you attempt to shut that thought out of your brain. The thought that Joel actually cares about you. Thinking that he cares about you will only make you more hurt when he’s an asshole to you like usual.

You go about your day, watching movies in sweats and making brownies. Your dad is still nowhere to be seen. He should be home from work soon. As you finish watching ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ on cable TV, there’s a knock at your front door. You open the door to find Sarah standing on your porch.

“Sarah? What’s up?” You ask.

“Hi! Do you want to come over and watch a movie with me?”

You check your phone, 7:30 PM. “It’s getting late, don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“School's out for the summer!” She says excitedly. “I officially do not have a bedtime.”

“Oh, then sure that sounds fun. Is it okay with your dad though?” You want to make sure you don’t piss Joel off even more today.

“Yeah he said as long as we don’t make much noise. He’s already getting ready for bed anyways since he has to be up super early for work.”

“We’ll, let’s go then.” You say smiling.

You and Sarah walk across the street over to her house. You both walk in and sit on the couch to pick a movie. Joel’s nowhere in sight, he must be upstairs. You prefer not to see him anyways.

“Want to watch Mean Girls?” Sarah asks, holding the remote in her hand.

“Hell yeah! It’s a classic.” You just finished watching a movie back at your place, but you don’t care. You love watching movies.

About a quarter through the movie, as you’re both lounging on the sofa, Sarah says your name.

“Are you hungry?” She asks.

“I could eat. What do you want to get?”

“Pizza?”

“Sounds good.”

Sarah points to the kitchen counter, “You get my dads card and I’ll call the pizza place.”

“Are you allowed to use his card?” You ask.

“Yeah, he doesn’t care.”

‘If you say so’ you think. You get up and walk over to the kitchen counter. You see a ring of keys and a brown wallet laying on the counter. You open the wallet to see a bunch of cards and his license. He looks just as cold in his license picture as he does in real life.

“Which card is it?” You call over to Sarah.

“The blue one, in the front.” She responds.

You see the blue card and carefully pull it out. As you’re pulling out the card, it reveals a small sliver of paper in the back of the wallet. You’re curious what the paper is. You look at Sarah quickly to make sure she isn’t paying attention. She is googling the phone number to the pizza place on her phone. You turn your attention back to the wallet and slowly pull out the piece of paper. Only it’s not a piece of paper. It’s a small picture. ‘It must be a picture of Sarah’ you think. You pull it out all the way and hold it in your fingers. Your heart drops. It’s a picture of you. On your college graduation day. You're smiling big, holding your diploma and wearing a black gown and cap. How did he get this picture? More importantly, why is it in his wallet? You barely have time to process what’s in front of you before you hear Sarah calling your name. You quickly put the picture back, close his wallet, and bring the card over to her. You think about that picture in his wallet the rest of the night.

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defodisturbed · 2 months

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Mastermind - Recoms x Singer!Recom!reader

(A/N: heyy... hey.. im back :3. im sorry for leaving for SO LONG im dealing with a lot of personal stuff right now but im really trying to write more. i want to get faster at typing and i also needa feed my children. also most of this fic will be exposition and the events leading up to the climax like im not even joking its so long. hope yall enjoy this one. mwah) (and yes I based the songs on Taylor Swift and if you're gonna be in the replies being hateful, gtfo my page (kindly))

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine.

I had always hid my true past from my teammates. Practically everyone. I only really had a journal, and even that was locked away under my rug under my bed. Nobody knew it was there, and nobody could access it without waking me up or making some kind of noise. It was a sacred book to me. I could talk to... something with it. I could express my feelings of wanting to go back to the way things were, but never wanting to leave Pandora. Never wanting to leave my friends. And never wanting to leave my lovers.

I'm a recombinant for the RDA. When I died in my human body, they had my DNA and were already growing my new body to be revived. I have my memories of my past life, and it was awesome. Until... my mom found out she was drafted for the mission on Pandora. I, being the best kid ever, took her place. My fans were scared for me, and tried to convince me not to. They'd heard it all, how dangerous Pandora was. Especially for a singer with no military experience or knowledge. But I accepted my fate. For my mother. For my family. I had siblings back home, and with me going on tour all the time, I wouldn't be able to take care of them if my mother was gone. So I accepted the fact that I was most likely, if not definitely, going to die on this mission.

And I did. My family recieved the news, but also learned about Project Phoenix. They were relieved to know that their kid was going to be revived, just maybe not the same.

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"Hey, ma. How're you?" Prager asked as I sat down at the table. It was lunch at the cafeteria. They pretty much just fed us protein-filled slop most of the time. Rarely, they would throw a cookie in there if it was a holiday on Earth.

"Oh, it's going alright, baby. Thanks. Hey, can I ask you a question?" I replied. Prager nodded and leaned in. "Do you think you could ask the Colonel if we could go out in the forest today and just... explore? He doesn't know this, but I actually have some science friends and they showed me some fruits and animals that we can harvest and safely eat. I tried some and Pandora food is good. Like, really good. I wanna surprise the team, and you know Colonel can't say no to you."

Prager agreed and once the Colonel sat at our table, he immediately started.

"Colonel, I was wondering if we could go out into the forest today and just have some fun. Explore, fuck around in some river or something?" Quaritch looked at Prager and gave that ONE sigh. (A/N: its giving "go get my purse") "Fine. But we ain't bringing a baby viperwolf home because Ja wants one." He glared at Ja. He was always the one to see a stray dog and say "please please pleaaaaase mom can we adopt it??" as a kid.

I silently thanked Prager for doing my bidding as always.

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We were out in the forest, going over the rules we've memorized by heart now. Once the Colonel finished up, I immediately took off. I was so excited to get some nice food that I didn't realize the cliff drop below me. I was suddenly falling, the wind rushing past my body and feeling almost painful as it hit my face and went away so fast, over and over again.

I dived head first into a lake. The drop wasn't that bad, I realized. Alicia was first on the scene, peeking over the dropoff with a worried look on her face as she hoped to God I wasn't dead. I waved my hand up at her and called out.

"Get down here, this is so fun!! Don't be afraid to get a running start either!" my voice echoed. "Are you okay??" she shouted back. "I'm amazing!!"

Alicia ran over to the others and told them to watch her. She embraced her inner child as she ran as fast as she could and leaped off the cliff. She felt the wind rush past her face as I had, and splashed in the water with me. The rest of my team ran over and looked. We were... fine? Lopez was next. He gladly jumped and plooshed in with us. Then Prager, Zhang, Walker, Warren, Mansk, Lyle, Fike, and finally... Quaritch. He took a chance and jumped.

We were playing and splashing each other with water as we finally relaxed for once. Of course, we had fear of predators. But we didn't care as much anymore. We were playing like kids and it felt so good.

After we dried off and got back to the forest, I took off again. This time, more careful. I found an abandoned basket in pretty good condition and took it with me to collect fruits and veggies. I collected some yovo fruit, some other stuff I didn't know the name of but still knew was safe, and finally it was time to get some meat. I was looking to make some nice Pandora burritos for everyone. I found a nice bow and some arrows, perhaps forgotten by a young hunter excited to show their family their haul.

While I was gathering food, one of my favorite songs got stuck in my head while I was thinking about my life back on Earth. I started humming... then singing the lyrics... then full belting the long notes. I didn't realize Lyle was near, close enough to hear but far enough to stay hidden. He'd never heard my songs because he was in the military before I even debuted. I'm sure he was confused who I was singing.

I got some hexapede meat, some meat from hard fruits, and I also took down a lone viperwolf. I put the stuff in the basket to bring home.

"What the Hell is all of this? What've you been doing this entire time? Why do you have a bow? Did you encounter a native?" Colonel asked. I said I found it and saw no booby traps so I took it. I explained that my friends at the lab wanted some samples so I got some for them. Obviously it was a lie, but I couldn't spoil the surprise.

He allowed me to take my findings and harvest home. I thanked him and was so excited to make him and our team a good meal for once.

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I got out my cutting board and my cooking knife and started chopping. I cooked some of that chicken-y stuff and some of that fruit. I thanked Mansk in my head for teaching me these things.

I radio'd everyone to come to my room. I said I had a surprise for them. "I swear to God, if we get there and you're on the bed naked again I will... actually not be mad." Lyle said back.

"This isn't that kind of surprise, Lyle. Just get over here!"

Once they all were in the room, I retrieved a tray with foil over it. The smell wafted into the room as I uncovered the gift. They were all so surprised and hypnotized by the burritos.

"For you guys! You deserve it. Take one, I insist!" I squealed. They all grabbed one and a paper towel and with the first bite, they relaxed their tense muscles and rolled their eyes back. They hadn't had a good meal like this in a good, long while.

"Hey, Y/N, what song were you singing in the forest? You were really loud... must've been one of your favorites or something. Is it on Spotify?" Lyle asked as he finished his first bite. My eyes widened. "You... heard that?"

"Yeah, I heard a little bit too. It was something about a new romantic or something like that." Zdinarsk added. "Yeah you were singing about something related to rings or something too." Mansk said. "I don't know, I could be wrong, but last time I checked, you weren't married." Lopez said.

"Um... can we forget all of that happened? Sorry, I was just getting carried away and I sang some of my own songs and-" I was soon cut off by the Colonel saying, "Wait- your songs?"

I soon shoved them out of my room, begging them to let it go and to not talk about it again. I closed the door behind me as I slid down the metal wall to the floor. I took some big, deep breaths and checked under my bed to check if my journal and hard drives were still there, even though I'd been with them the entire time. Phew! They're still there. I thought.

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The next day, at dinner in the cafeteria, I brought my bag with me and sat down with everybody acting like nothing was wrong. Conversation sparked when someone asked, "So what's everyone planning on doing tomorrow? Ardmore gave us the day off." I said I was planning on bingeing my favorite show wrapped in my blankets with my favorite foods. They all agreed and said they would be training, sleeping, exploring, hooking up, or something fun/relaxing.

I suddenly got a call from my friend on the phone. I knew it was something important, because my phone was blowing up with texts while she was waiting for me to answer. I hurriedly ran off to my room for privacy, forgetting my bag full of personal stuff. Including my hard drives. Zdog decided it couldn't hurt to see what I carry around all day, so she started digging. She found my sunglasses, hairbrush/comb, an unopened soda can, some loose candy, and... hard drives?

"Hey does anyone know why Y/N has hard drives in her bag?" Z asked. Nobody knew, so she decided to take them and pass them out for them to watch later. It for sure wasn't porn, Ardmore would've never let it through. It's gotta be some home videos or something.

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Zdog and the others piled onto the bed in her room and uploaded the drives onto her computer. They were numbered. They watched the first one and it was a black screen with the sound of a crowd cheering. It was around an hour long. They watched as a... stage appeared. A big one. It was a stadium full of people. A concert? Then appeared the person performing. It was... you. Some already made the connections, while others took a little bit. You were performing for around 70,000 people along with cameras so everyone could watch it live. they watched all of the hard drives all throughout the night, only falling asleep when they went through all of them.

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You were in your room, hanging up the call. turns out it was just some cute guy flirted with her at a restaurant. Only then did you realize that you left your bag in the cafeteria. You immediately went back for it, checking everything was there because people just love to snoop. You realized all of your hard drives were missing. You soon were banging on the Colonel's door, asking if he'd seen anybody take them or had anything in their hands. He wasn't there. You knocked on everyone's door and nobody answered. You went back to your room, wailing into your pillow. Those drives were the last thing you had of Earth. Of your entire life before the military. Soon enough, you cried yourself to sleep. In the morning, you slept in. It was your day off, after all. You heard a knock on the door. You recognized it as Z. You opened the door and there she was. She came in without an invite and immediately sat on your bed.

"Y/N. I am... just so sorry. When you left your bag in the cafeteria, I looked through it when I should've respected your privacy. I found hard drives and took all of them to my room and the rest of the team and I watched all of them. In order. All the way through. I am so sorry for disrespecting your right to privacy and watching the videos that were obviously private." She closes her eyes softly, looking down toward the floor with her hands twiddling in her lap. Too embarrassed and disappointed with herself to even look at me.

"Z, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been so secretive. Especially with the ones who love me most. The truth is, I was a very rich and famous singer on Earth. You probably know that by now. So does everyone else. But I'm trying to work through it and not be embarrassed to share my past."

"It's not your fault. I love you. We love you. You never have to hide anything from us, but if you don't want it to be shared, that's okay too. So... can we listen to some of your songs?" Z laughed. I said yes an radio'd everyone to come to my room. I had a surprise.

MWAH I love yall!!!! hope you guys enjoyed i've had this au stuck in my head since like last year :) 💋💋

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Bitter Pill to Swallow

Chapter 25 (Chapter Masterlist)

Thank you as always to @tvserie-s-world for her lovely screencaps

A very special shoutout to @wecomrades for offering to be my editor❤️ Your time and skills are appreciated more than you'll ever know. This one's dedicated to you 💕

"Well, why don't you fire on them when you see them, commander?"

"Because, when we fire on them, they just fire back. Blimey, it was a nightmare the other day."

Valerie had to turn away and stifle a laugh when she saw the look of horrified disbelief on Dick's face. The 506th had been moved to Driel, relieving the British unit who'd been stationed by the riverbanks. Dick had brought Valerie and Lipton to talk to the British Commander and get an idea of what to expect.

"I see. Well, thank you for the intel, commander," Dick replied tersely. "Now, we'd better go and get ourselves set up on the bank."

"Godspeed to you, chaps," the British Commander saluted them as they left.

Dick was shaking his head in disapproval as they walked away, and Valerie could contain her laughter no longer. Dick tutted in disapproval as it bubbled out of her.

"It's not funny, Val," Dick admonished. "They've been way too relaxed in their approach to Holland since before we even got here, and it's cost us dearly."

"I know, Dick, I know. But you gotta admit, it's pretty laughable that they don't fire on the Germans because they fire back when they do. They do realise it's a war they signed up for, not a tea party, right?"

"You do have to laugh at how ridiculous it is," Lipton agreed, "but this whole thing is shaping up to be a real shitshow. I can't wait to get the hell outta Holland, and I know the rest of the men feel the same."

"Well, for now we're stuck here," Dick sighed. "We just have to make the best of it and try to push through to Arnhem. Easy is being kept on the right flank, for now. The line bends at an acute angle there, so Moose will only be able to have two platoons on the line and one in reserve. Make sure he's aware of that."

"Don't worry, Dick, Easy can handle it," Valerie assured him. "Ain't that right, Lip?"

"Absolutely," he agreed. "And we won't be too scared to fire across the river either."

Dick huffed out a small laugh at that, but his face quickly returned to the strained look Valerie had seen him sporting more often than not in the last few weeks. Desk work didn't suit him, and it was plain to be seen to anyone who knew him. She'd seen him peering out his office window when they'd been celebrating the success of Operation Pegasus. She'd been tempted to go up and check on him, but after the awkward way they'd ended things the night before, she'd thought better of it.

"Anyway, we won't get anything useful done standing around here," Dick sighed, backing away. "I need to find Nix, and you need to get yourselves set up on the line. Make sure to give 'em hell."

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"I swear, if I don't get out of this foxhole, I'm gonna lose it."

"Yeah, and if I hear Arnhem Annie telling me to cross the river one more time, I'm gonna lose it."

The weather had been far from ideal the moment they'd set up in Driel. It had barely stopped raining for more than a few hours, and they were confined to their foxholes during daylight hours because the Germans had the high ground across the river. They were cold, wet, hungry, and morale was starting to wane. Valerie had taken to crawling between the foxholes, both to keep the boys' spirits up and to make sure they were alright. That was how she'd found herself tucked up between Gordon and Mellet one rainy afternoon.

"Look on the brightside, boys," Valerie chuckled, "at least they're playing American music for us in between all those surrender messages. And the supply guys have started bringing Stars and Stripes for us. We've got a regular home from home set up over here."

"Oh, yeah," Gordon snorted, "If it weren't for all the rain, we could almost pretend it was a holiday."

"Could be worse, I suppose," Mellet chimed in. "We could be snowed under. Now, that would be a nightmare."

"At least we'd be somewhat dry," Gordon groused. "I'd rather be cold and half dry than soaked to the skin in a mucky foxhole."

"Alright, I've had just about enough of you two complanin','' Valerie sighed, pulling herself over the lip of the foxhole and crouching down. "Try to stay positive boys. I know it's hard out here, but we're not the toughest damn company in the battalion for nothing."

As Valerie got back to the CP, she was stopped in her tracks by Heffron.

"Lieutenant Landry, ma'am," Heffron started, "Lieutenant Heyliger sent me to find you. He wants you back at Easy CP, quick as you can, ma'am."

Valerie thanked him and sent him back to his foxhole, before making her way to find Heyliger. She moved quickly, worried that there was something wrong. It wasn't completely out of the ordinary to be called to CP, but they didn't make a habit of calling her unless it was urgent.

"I'm here, what's happenin'? Is everythin' alright?" She called, roughly shoving the tarp door aside as she entered the CP. Heyliger was waiting for her inside, his arms crossed.

"Yeah Valerie, everything's fine, don't worry." Heyliger assured her. "But, it's been noticed that you've been refusing hot meals and I'm worried about you. You need to eat, Valerie, to keep your strength up out there."

"Is that all this is?" She sighed, exasperated. "I'll eat with my boys when the third rotates back into reserve. Until then, I'm fine. It's not fair for me to come back for a feed, while the boys are out there with nothing but soggy rations. It ain't right."

"I know, it's not right," Heyliger agreed. "If I could find a way to get hot food out to all the men, I would. But I can't. I can only get it to my officers, and it's important you take it. We may be at an impasse now, but we don't know when they'll strike. When they do, the men need you at your best, and you can't be at your best if you're not eating enough."

Valerie knew he had a point, despite how much she disagreed with him. She'd been refusing meals for days while they'd been out on the line. She'd also been offering most of her rations to some of the hungrier looking replacements. Thankfully, Heyliger didn't seem to know that, or he'd chew her out good and proper for it. All in all, she was starving, but she was willing to stick it out with her platoon for as long as it took.

"Moose, I... "

"Don't argue with me, Valerie," he cut in, shaking his head at her. "I'm ordering you to battalion CP for a hot meal. For once in your life, don't be stubborn. Just go and do it."

She rolled her eyes in exasperation, but she knew he wouldn't let it go. "Fine, fine, I'm going," she grumbled, holding her hands up in defeat. "I don't think it's fair, but if you're really gonna order me to go then I have no other choice, do I."

"No, you don't. Now, get going."

Valerie left with a sigh, trudging reluctantly to the battalion CP. She had to admit to herself, the smell of the food wafting from the mess as she approached was mouth watering. She grabbed a large serving of spaghetti, and was just about to tuck in when Dick dropped into the seat across from her.

"About time you came to get a hot meal," he commented, disapproval evident in his tone. "I haven't seen you around here once since we dug in."

"You have too much time on your hands, if you're keeping track of who comes and goes for dinner, Dick," she quipped, grinning as his cheeks turned red.

"Well... I just... I don't like the idea of you starving yourself out there on the front line. You need to keep your strength up out there," he stuttered, the pink stain on his cheeks deepening.

"I'm fine, Dick. There's no need to worry yourself over me," she assured, shaking her head. "And, my point still stands. They clearly need to give you more paperwork if you're able to track who comes and goes from the mess hall."

"Oh, paperwork is the one thing I'm not lacking in," he grumbled. Valerie paused, taking a moment to survey him. He had a furrow between his brows that seemed to have made permanent residence there lately, and his fingers were tapping an incessant rhythm on the table. In all the time Valerie had known Dick, she was sure she'd never seen him fidget.

"Is everythin' alright, Dick?" She asked gently. "You haven't really been yourself since you moved up to battalion."

"I'm fine... it's... fine," he sighed. "It's just... not what I expected it to be like."

"Well, yeah, I'm sure there's less action, but... "

"There's no action to speak of," he interrupted, shaking his head morosely. "All I do is administrative work. I miss being out there with you, making decisions and getting involved. It feels less like a promotion and more like a punishment at this point."

Valerie nodded, her eyes softening in sympathy. Dick had been in the thick of everything since Toccoa, aside from his brief stint with a clipboard back in Aldbourne. He was good at making quick decisions, and he always led from the front. She'd seen that back at Brecourt, and at the Island too. He enjoyed the satisfaction of a well executed plan, and she could see how being deprived of all that would start to wear him down.

"I get that," she agreed. "You get used to the adrenaline of bein' on the front line every day, and when that's suddenly not there anymore it can take some gettin' used to. Give it time, Dick, you'll adjust."

"Thanks, Val," he replied gratefully, his lips tilting up slightly at the corner. "It's nice to talk to someone who actually understands. Most wouldn't."

"Well," she chuckled, "I'm not most."

"No, you certainly are not."

Valerie's heart started to pound erratically from the fond look he was giving her. Her thoughts inadvertently flitted back to that moment in his office, where he'd given her a similar look and she'd been sure he was going to kiss her. Her palms clammed up as the memory resurfaced, and she could feel the heat rising up her neck.

"Well, on the brightside," she said after a beat, "at least you get to spend plenty of time with Nix."

"Yeah," Dick laughed, looking away from her, "I'm not sure yet if that's a blessing or a curse."

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Valerie was discussing movements with Welsh at the Easy CP when they heard the gunshot pierce through the silence of the night. Their heads snapped up in unison, and they shared a concerned look.

"Jesus, Harry, that sounded close," Valerie breathed shakily. "They've hardly decided to break the stand-off with an ambush, have they?"

"Doesn't sound like it," Harry disagreed, "there was only one shot. But, Dick and Moose said they were coming down here to do an inspection, so we better go and make sure they're not in trouble."

Valerie grabbed her rifle and swung it over her shoulder, before following Welsh out into the night. As they jogged down the narrow path, they started to hear a commotion up ahead of them. They slowed, pulling their rifles into their hands and creeping forward cautiously. The shadows started to solidify as they got closer to the noise, and it was clear that there was no enemy ambush going on.

"Dick, Moose, is that you?" Welsh murmured, swinging his rifle back onto his shoulder as they approached the pair of shadows.

"Yeah, Harry, it's us. Moose is down, some jumpy private shot him because he forgot the passphrase," Dick called back.

"Jesus, is he bad?" Valerie asked, closing the distance between them and falling to her knees beside Dick.

"His shoulder is a clean wound, but his calf is pretty cut up," Dick huffed. "We need to get him back to battalion quick, give him the best chance we can of making it."

"We gotta give him morphine, he's in agony," Welsh said as he started wrapping bandages around Heyliger's calf. "He won't make it back to battalion unless we give him some morphine to dull the pain."

Everything after that was a blur, and they were all so frantic in trying to save Heyliger that they became erratic in their actions. Valerie left Dick and Welsh as they picked Moose up to carry him, running ahead to call an ambulance and a medic.

"Gene, there's an emergency," she called loudly as she ran into the med-bay. Roe dropped the bandages he'd been carrying and ran straight over to her, worry evident in his eyes.

"What's happened, are you alright?" He asked, giving her a frantic once over.

"I'm fine, it's Moose," she replied, "he's been shot in the shoulder and the calf. His calf is pretty bad, and he's lost a lot of blood. Dick and Harry are carrying him up now but he'll need an ambulance to be evacuated."

Roe sprang into action without another word. He called for the ambulance driver to get ready to go, then went to gather the supplies he'd need for the journey. Valerie followed close behind him as he rushed out to the ambulance and jumped into the back.

"Tell the driver where they are, chérie, we'll meet them halfway. We gotta give him the best chance we can."

Valerie and Roe sat in anxious silence as the driver sped down the path. She was so caught up in her worry for Moose that she jerked violently against the back door of the ambulance when the driver stopped suddenly. Roe pushed past her and opened the door quickly, turning and pulling the stretcher out with him. Valerie jumped out behind him, searching to see where she could step in to help.

"Valerie said he's lost a lot of blood," Roe said as he grabbed Heyliger and helped the others put him on the stretcher. "You did the right thing bandaging him up to stem the blood flow. Have you given him morphine? I don't see any syringes, where are they?"

"Uh... Jesus, I... I'm not sure," Welsh stuttered.

"Could have been two or three, we didn't... "

"Two or three?" Roe exclaimed, his nostrils flaring. "Jesus, you could've goddamn killed him. You'll be lucky if he survives as it is after that. What were you thinkin'?"

"We didn't know what to do, he was in so much pain, we... " Dick said frantically

"Well, you are grown ups! You are officers, you oughta know!" Roe shouted, glaring at them as he loaded Heyliger into the ambulance and slammed the doors closed. Valerie, Dick, and Welsh watched in astonishment as the ambulance sped up and left them there, the silence echoing in the night around them. She had never seen Roe get that angry, not in all the years she had known him.

"He's right," Dick croaked, "it was so stupid to give him that much morphine. But he was in agony, and I just... "

"It's alright, Dick," Valerie assured, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "You did your best, given the circumstances and the shock."

"It's not alright," he groaned, shaking his head in disappointment. "We could have killed him with a dose that high. I should have kept my head and handled it better."

"It's not your fault, Dick, we just panicked," Welsh sighed sadly.

"He's gonna make it," Valerie assured as confidently as she could. "Gene will take good care of him on the way to the aid station."

"If he even makes it to the aid station," Dick grumbled. "It'll be a miracle if he does."

"Dick, don't be... "

"You two better get back to Easy, tell them they've lost another CO," he cut in tersely, resentment clear in his voice and demeanour. "I'll probably need to write a report on this, so I better get back. I'll see you both tomorrow."

Valerie watched him go, his usual aura of self assurance replaced by sagging shoulders and clenched fists. If anything happened to Heyliger, he would blame himself. He always took it hard when he lost men under his command, and this would be no different. Part of her wanted to follow him, to make him see that it wasn't his fault and he'd done his best. She knew she shouldn't, though, that he'd probably prefer some time alone to process the whole ordeal.

"C'mon Val, we better head back," Welsh said quietly, breaking her from her thoughts. She took one last glance at Dick's retreating frame before turning and heading back to the Easy CP with Welsh, neither of them uttering another word.

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Bojere & 17 for the kiss

thank you so much for your request, anon! sorry i took a little, but i hope you enjoy this! 💚

Bojere: ... to distract.

Jere can see Bojan’s anxiety grow bigger as the time for the flight approached. He’s clearly trying to make an effort not to let it affect him or the time they’re spending together, but Jere can tell he’s not being exactly successful.

So he’s determined to make it better – because it’s what Bojan deserves, after all.

“Do you want to take me to that nice place again before you drive me to airport?” He asks and Bojan focus his attention on him; his expression confused as if he hasn’t heard a single word Jere said. “Those three bridges over river? I can’t remember if you said name. Slovenian words are difficult.”

“No, I don’t think I told you.” Bojan smiles and Jere finds himself feeling a little relieved after that. “And you Slovenian has improved a bit since you got here. You remember how to say thank you, now!” And he gets a small laugh out of Bojan which he counts as victory.

“Not everyone can be language genuius like you, Bojan! Don’t laugh!” He feigns being hurt and gets another genuine laugh out of him.

“Don’t worry; we can keep working on that for your next visit.”

The mention of a next visit seems to bring some of the tension back and Jere hates it. He knows he’s partially to blame – he’s never taken Bojan’s love and affection for granted but he knows Bojan has always gone above and beyond to meet him, despite having a pretty busy chedule himself. When Jere had told him he’d finally found the time to go to Slovenia, on a short five day trip, he had seen Bojan light up, with an expression of pure joy and happiness on his face, making Jere wonder how he couldn’t have found the time before. He’s feeling just a little bit guilty now because… he knows Bojan is probably wondering how long it’ll take until the next visit (of if there’ll even be a next one after all).

“By next visit, I speak flu- flue- really good Slovenian.” He jokes, trying to keep the mood light. “Better than Bojan speaking Finnish!”

“We’ll see about that.” Bojan teases back. “How long do you need to finish packing?”

“Fifteen minutes and then we can leave.”

They head out of Bojan apartment twenty minutes later, Jere’s bag already in the backseat. They’re taking advantage of all the minutes they can get until it’s time for Jere to board and Jere wants nothing more but to make sure Bojan enjoys every single moment they have together. As they drive, he wants nothing more than hold Bojan’s hand; hold him close and reassure him it’ll be okay – and as Bojan seems to get lost in his thoughts again, as they park the car, and prepare to head out, Jere can’t stop himself anymore.

“Bojan,” he calls, so softly and lovingly it even surprises himself. He’s glad there’s no one around the parking lot (he’s very aware that, just like him, Bojan isn’t really afforded much privacy in his home country and they have to be careful). “I want to enjoy time with you. Please stop thinking about sad things.”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t make my brain shut up.” And he offers him an apologetic smile. “I don’t want to ruin our last few hours together.”

Jere hesitates for just a second, taking a quick glance outside. There still seems to be no one around, so he guesses he can take a little bit of a risk. “Can I try?” Bojan raises an eyebrow, questioning, and Jere is quick to clarify. “To make your brain shut up?”

“I’m not sure how, but do your best.”

Jere holds Bojan’s face gently between his hands and he sees his eyes soften at the touch. He hasn’t done this in the last five days – he hasn’t done it in way too long, because he’d been too afraid – but Bojan’s reaction tells him it’s the right choice. He closes the distance between them, feeling how soft Bojan’s lips are against his, a hint of smoke and coffee. It’s brief and sweet, but when he pulls away, he sees just how much happier Bojan looks.

“I did good job distracting you?” He asks. “Or do I need to give you another one?”

“Maybe one more, just to be sure.”

And Jere is more than happy to do so.

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Runaway!Dreamtale

This AU variant was made by @mcnotok or @runaway-dreamtale

Original Dreamtale was made by @/jokublog

I do not own the characters, just the writing. Please do not claim my work as yours.

Dearest Dream,

I apologize for þe message. I want you to know þat I love you. We will always be bounded. Togeþer forever. Life is just a river wiþ a very strong current, you know I can't swim. I feel like I'm drowning, constantly, I don't know how to stop it. I want everyþing to stop, figuratively and literally. I wish þe world worked in my favor. þey favor you! You can have a perfect life, I want you to have þat with no obstacles. I know I can be a burden. I want to ease your stress, relieve all þe weight from your shoulders, hold your hand throughout all your struggles, rest your head on my shoulders and wipe you tears away. All of þis sounds so farfetched, mainly because it is. I know þat we have no chance grabbing þat paradise.

I guess þis is goodbye, I hope we meet in anoþer life. I sign þis wiþ all my love.

Yours eternally, Nightmare ☆

That was all they left. One small, disoriented, letter. Dream trembled staring at the note, their hands instinctively squeezing shut. Their jaw clamped shut, they had no words. Everything was a whirlwind, the world around them crumbled. Their world was now gone, their sibling was gone.

Loud, rampant, knocks on the wooden door disturbed Niel's sleep. It was late at night, who would be awake? Niel groaned and sluggishly stepped towards his front door.

"Who would be up at this hour..?" Niel grumbled as he opened the door. The wooden door opened with a screeching creak. Niel stared. He was at a loss for words. What else would you be once there's a sobbing, shaking kid on your doorstep?

"...Kid?..." Niel looked Dream up and down, "What happened...?"

Dream babbled, it was hard to articulate the situation in words. Niel tried everything to calm them down, breathing exercises, drinks, everything. Dream's quivering hands held out the paper to Niel. He accepted it reading every syllable.

Niel shook reading the letter. This really happened, their found family lost a member. Niel immediately assumed it was a suicide note. His tears fell, glistening the paper. It felt like his soul was torn out and shatteted. Possibly even worse.

Nightmare ran. They didn't know where. They didn't know for how long. They just ran. Ran until everything disappeared. Ran until they couldn't. Ran until their drea-

Dream...

Nightmare stopped in their tracks staring at a soft glow of colorful lights resting over a small village. They seemed to be having a celebration? Maybe they could shelter Nightmare.

Nightmare walked for the remainder of the trail and stepped into a, very humble, village. They looked around, there was a ceremony going on? Or was it a ball?

"You're just in time! There's only a few minutes before the orbit begins!"

Nightmare turned to acknowledge the unknown voice. He was met with an owl monster.

"Oh! I must have mistaken you for someone, my apologies!" She seemed squeamish.

"It is no issue ma'am—"Nightmare gave her a small bow—"I do have a question though."

"And I may have an answer!" She squaked, quite literally.

Nightmare internally smiled, "What is all of this for?" They waved their hand around them pointing out the obvious elephant in the room.

"It is the moon ball! We have one e'ry full orbit!"

Nightmare nodded, "For New Year's, correct?"

"Practically! Hopefully you enjoy the celebration, the leader is goin' to speak soon."

Of course they had a leader here, one less job for Nightmare.

"I can't wait."

Nightmare sat in a library. It was owned by Ms. Holiday Wormwood, the owl monster who they had met. She let them rest in there and they would read day and night.

Nightmare sat checking out a book. They heard a crash followed by a thud. They immediately dropped the book and checked out the issues, clutching their sword tightly.

They walked to the room where the noise came from and saw nothing. They were skeptical. Nightmare turned to walk out and alert Ms. Holiday but they noticed shifting in the corner of their eye. A dagger flew across the room landing in the wall, slightly grazing Nightmare's face. Small drips of purple blood fell from their face as they turned.

They were met with two skeleton monsters, one extremely larger than the other. The large one had a large crack in his skull while the smaller one wore a hood and shawl. After quick thinking Nightmare drew their sword.

"State your name and purpose..." Nightmare spoke.

The hooded one stared, "And why?" His voice was chilling and low, naturally ending with a purr.

"I do not desire a fight nor desire hurting you. Name and purpose."

"Dust, just checking the place out..."

Nightmare turned their sword to the larger monster.

"The big guy's Horror. He don' talk." Nightmare nodded and held their sword at their side.

And with the worst timing Ms. Holiday walked in. A loud hoot filled every corner of the room. Horror instinctively stepped in front of Dust to protect the former.

"Calm Ms. Wormwood. They are just checking out the place."

"That's...great, Moonlight..." Sweat gathered on her brow, "Don't you boys go makin' messes of the place." The three nodded in cacophony.

Dust has made himself comfy in Horror's sweater, Horror had his arm wrapped around Dust. It got quite cold in the night and the heater had stopped working. Nightmare shivered white sitting by himself, weary of their new roomies.

"There's room for ya if ya wanna stop bein' a priss..." Dust had insisted the line several times, Horror always responded with a nod.

"I apologize for not trusting people who broke into the library, barely talk about themselves, and who I've barely known. We met three weeks ago, you're lucky Ms. Wormwood is compassionate..." Nightmare mumbled the last part.

Dust grumbled, "Don' pick a fight wit' me kid."

Horror defensively placed his hands in the air, it was his non-verbal signage of wariness.

"Ya really lucky I like the big guy." Dust simmered and leaned back into Horror. Horror gestured for Nightmare to join them but Nightmare continued to decline.

Hour three, so damn cold. Nightmare shivered. Maybe caving into their temptations wasn't so bad. They scooted towards the now sleeping duo of Horror and Dust. Nightmare leaned into Horror's lonesome side and rested their head in his arm.

"So you aren't dumb?" Dust had awoken a few seconds earlier.

Nightmare jolted, "When did you wake?" Their embarrassment was faint in their voice.

"I'm very alert, ya doin' aight? Ain't lookin' too hot." Dust stated.

"I'm fine, just startled." Nightmare's nod was squeamish.

Dust returned a nod and nestled back in Horror's sweater. Nightmare copies feeling Horror tense. Horror pulled the two others close to him, it calmed him.

Dust's eyes shut, "I care about ya too big guy..."

It has been weeks, still no answers... These outsiders made themselves at home..? How does that work. It all confused him. They were accepted after all the things they've done. They weren't from here, why should they resign here?

With a glitched sigh the intruder lurked back into the shadows of the surrounding forest. It confused him to even think. He hopped into a tree and made it to his makeshift hammock. It was made of blue threads and seemed stable, on the hammock rested a photo of four people. The glitch, two other skeleton monsters, and a human with pink hair. On the photo was a note, written in red ink.

'Miss you!'

#undertale #undertale au #sans au #dreamtale #my work #nightmare sans #my writing #fanfic #dream sans #runaway #error sans #runaway dreamtale #horror sans #dust sans #gift #utdr

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kristeristerin · 1 year

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Hello, I really love how you came up with a collection of drabbles for ACOTAR x Taylor Swift (what an amazing idea!) - is it ok if I request Lucien x reader x You Belong with Me? Thank you very much!

AN- Thank you for the prompt! <3 I hope you like what I wrote.

As always asks are open for prompts!

Song: You Belong with Me

Pairing: Reader X Lucien

Content Warning: None

Words: 1K

I frown as the scene before me unfolds. Lucien is standing awkwardly beside Elain, holding out a gift. She silently takes it and mumbles her thanks before moving her attention back to Azriel.

She doesn’t even open it.

When my eyes slide back to Lucien he is already looking at me. I raise a brow, but he simply shakes his head and exits the room. I sigh, closing my eyes and counting to 20 before getting up to follow him.

I find him in the kitchen, leaning up against a counter. He turns as I enter the room and lets out a relieved sigh when he notices it’s me. “I’m fine”

He looks anything but fine. His hair is falling from where he usually has it gathered at the nape of his neck and his eyes are rimmed in red.

“Want to get out of here?” I ask, bumping my shoulder into his as I come to stand beside him. He nods and reaches down to intertwine his fingers with mine before leading me toward the front door of the River House. We barely make it to the road before he winnows us to the middle of Velaris.

I let out a content sigh as we walk hand in hand through the empty city square. I shiver when Lucien squeezes my hand. He mistakes it as a reaction to the cold winter air and lets go of my hand long enough to shrug out of his coat and wrap it around my shoulders.

“Are you not going to be cold, Lucien?” I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.

He chuckles and leads me toward the bench at the edge of the Sidra. “Nah, Autumn Court, remember?” He winks at me and pulls me down to sit beside him. “I have fire in my veins.”

When he wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his side I can’t help but lean further into his warmth. We sit and watch the river for a few minutes, seemingly lost in our thoughts before he breaks the silence.

“It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

I move so I can look up at him, “What’s stupid?”

He runs a hand through his hair and pulls at the locks as he sighs. “It’s stupid that after all of this time, I keep trying. I keep thinking that maybe this bond will be more than a cruel joke, and maybe Elain will deign to look at me. Instead, here I am wasting the attention I could be giving to someone who might actually love me on a female who doesn’t even see me.”

“Why do you do it?” My voice is quiet, but he pulls away from me as if I’d burned him.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Lucien shakes his head as he stands up from the bench. “I used to think that it was because I truly care about her, but now I’m afraid that I’m only still here due to a warped sense of loyalty.”

I want to reach out to him, but something about the way he’s shaking has me thinking better of it. I purse my lips and contemplate my next words carefully. “If you were to break the bond and stop pursuing her, would you still come to Velaris?”

He seemed to think about that for a moment before he shook his head. “I don’t think so. I feel like they barely tolerate me as is, and if I broke the bond there isn’t anything else drawing me here.”

“Oh,” my shoulders sag and I look away from him. “I should probably get back to the party. Feyre will be wondering where I got off to. Will you stop by and see me tomorrow before you leave?”

A strange look crosses his face, but it’s gone before I can discern what it means. “Of course. Good Night. Happy Solstice.”

“Happy Solstice, Lucien.” I whisper back before abandoning all thoughts of the party and instead winnowing back to my apartment.

When I realize I still have his coat I just pull it tighter around me and head toward my bedroom. I lose myself in his scent as I cry myself to sleep.

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It’s early the next morning when a banging on my door wakes me up. I grumble as I pull myself out of my bed and toward the front door. I’m rubbing the sleep from my eyes when I look up and see Lucien staring at me wide-eyed.

“Good morning,” he said slowly as he pulled a cup of coffee from the carrier he held in his left hand. “I was hoping we could talk. I brought coffee.”

I took the offered coffee and turned back into my apartment, leaving the door open for him to follow. It wasn’t until we were seated on my couch that I realized I was still wearing his coat. I began to shrug it off but stopped when he held a hand up and shook his head.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke after a moment, “I didn’t mean to upset you last night. Honestly, I hadn’t considered that you’d be upset about the idea of me not coming back to the night court. I have spent so much time being the best friend that I hadn’t considered the idea that you could return my feelings. I was too scared to voice those opinions and risk losing the one person in this court that didn’t look at me with either pity or contempt. I was stupid, but if you can forgive me for my thoughtless words, I’d like to make it up to you.”

I blinked several times as the meaning of his words sunk in, “Your feelings?” I finally managed to say.

Lucien nodded, a soft smile spreading across his face. “I love you.” he ran a hand through his hair and left it to rest on the back of his neck. “I’ve loved you for a while now if I’m being honest. I pursued Elain because I thought that’s what was expected of me, but we aren’t what the other wants. After I break the bond with Elain, can I still visit you? Can I come to Velaris and walk with you along the Sidra and take you on dates to all of your favorite spots?”

I brushed away tears as I nod, “I’d love that, Lucien.”

#lucien vanserra #lucien x reader #lucien x you #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar fic

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 1 year

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The Guardian of Republic City: Mako x Female Reader - Part Four

Previous Parts: One, Two and Three.

Mako was so shocked with what the officer was telling him he blanked “i’m sorry?”. "We just identified a motorcycle thought to be linked to the previous robberies. The so called guardian of Republic City". "And?" Mako asked finally grasping the situation and the voice took a while before replying. "We lost it but it disappeared in the east side of the city". "The east side?" Mako asked "where exactly". "It was last seen on river street heading towards Private Close". Mako froze, that was heading towards your house and you were the richest person in the area. "How long ago was that?" he asked already putting his coat on. "About five minutes ago". Mako couldn’t believe he’d been so close to the area, if he’d just stayed at the party an hour longer he might’ve seen the motorcycle himself. Mako nodded "I'm going to make sure Y/n is safe, I'll check back in with you once I've assured she's not their target" and he rushed from his house.

When Mako got there everything was quiet and there didn't seem to be anything going on...but there were no sightings of the motorbike anywhere else and that worried him. He approached your house and the lights were all of which he thought was weird. He tried the door but got no response which worried him even more. He worked his way around the back and knocked there but no response. Now he was really getting panicked so he managed to pick the lock on your door and enter your house. The inside was quiet too and his radio suddenly went off startling him "Mako there's been two more motorcycles spotted heading away from Ms L/n's location fast". Mako swore and rushed upstairs hoping to find you safe and unharmed. He burst into a room which was clearly your bedroom and was so relieved to find you asleep in bed. You shot up when he entered the room and flicked a light on clearly startled. "Y/n it's me! It's not safe here you need to leave!" Mako cried and then he gasped. You turned the light back off and quickly tried to make for the bathroom but Mako stopped you grabbing your wrist "who are you..." he started when he looked directly into your face and froze "...y/n?".

Mako stared at your face and realised from your reaction it was indeed you but you were different. Your hair was lighter, more of a dark brown and was a lot shorter. Then there were your eyes...they were a beautiful blue. Similar to Korra's but lighter and narrower. "What is going on?" he asked before something dawned on him, you looked like someone from the water nation. He knew looks could be deceiving and just because someone looked like they were from one nation didn't mean they were actually from there but this was too suspicious, why had you concealed your appearance? You looked down "I promise I can explain everything" you started when another idea occurred to Mako. "Are you a water bender?" he asked a sinking suspicion coming over him "are you the one who's been leading these attacks the whole time?" he asked his voice rising. "Mako please let me explain!" you said but he shook his head "no way, you're coming with me to see the chief, you can explain it all to her". You winced "Mako I can't let you do that" and you knocked over the large canister of water you kept next to your bed. Mako leapt to the side but you kicked the door shut stopping him from leaving. You wrapped your water around his waist and began to freeze it, trapping him. He didn't try and firebend at you but he did try and melt the ice so you quickly covered his hands to stop him. "Let me go!" Mako cried and you shook your head "Mako I'm sorry but you have to at least let me explain! I won't hurt you and if you decided even after my story that you want to arrest me I'll let you but please just hear me out first". In any other circumstance, Mako would've obviously said no but he had feelings for you and he hadn't connected with anyone in a while. He sighed "fine but release me". You nodded and dropped the water from him immediately, believing him at his word. Mako appreciated that gesture and sat down "so do you want to start?". Mako was good at hiding his emotions but even he looked surprised when you explained you had grown up in the same city as him all your life. You told him about your parents struggling to survive and saw the understanding in his eyes. Then when you told the story of how they really died and you were left with nothing, you even saw him soften a little. "Then it all changed when I won a small fortune" you said and Mako sat up a little straighter. "It was more money than I'd ever seen and I had no clue what to do with it. My first thought was to set up a school or to somehow enact change in the city but I knew they'd never listen to a poor orphan who got lucky one day. So I invented a new identity. My mum had a friend in the Fire Nation, a high-class woman whom she'd served in her childhood. I moved to the Fire Nation and sought her out, I asked to be her apprentice and she accepted. She helped me craft a new identity and taught me everything. How to act like a rich lady, how to make people listen to you without you having to say a word, how to run a business and how to attract business partners. She taught me how to act, how to speak, how to dress...and I returned to Republic City anxious to make a start. Things went well at first, I opened my factories and hired those who needed a job the most but I had been naive. When I started asking about better living conditions and educating the poor I was met with a brick wall. Nobody cares, none of the elite who could actually do anything...not even the president. It wasn't even that they didn't care, they wanted the lower classes to remain poor and uneducated, they joked about it. But how will I find cheap labour if my workers are accountants one of them said to my face!" you cried getting angry and took a breath to calm yourself. "They weren't playing fair, they were actively using the system to trap those at the bottom and I decided if they weren't going to play fair then neither was I. My revenues were good but not enough to help those like I wanted so I started stealing from those who wouldn't even miss their wealth...the rich. I saw it as levelling the playing field, as taking the tax which they dodged and putting it into community resources. I know it is illegal but I don't think that necessarily makes it wrong. We never hurt anyone, only restrained them and no matter what you decide to do I don't regret my actions. Not once. I decided to use my money for good and I think I've done that". You finished your speech and looked at Mako. He looked down instead of meeting your gaze and cleared his throat "I have some questions". You nodded seeing it as a good sign that he didn't just arrest you straight away. "Ask anything you want". "Is Asami involved?". You shook your head "no, we are partners but she has no idea where some of my funds come from". Mako nodded "the person in the marketplace who rescued the child, that was you wasn't it?". You nodded "yes but I do not condone his actions. He was been temporarily excluded from my school and I had a serious talk with his parents. I do not encourage my workers or students to partake in a life of crime, I pay them fair wages so they don't have to". "So you do all of this alone?" he asked pointing to the maps and plans on your wall. You shook your head "I have a team of 10 who know. They are my most trusted advisors and friends. We steal so nobody else has to. None of the others even know...we're hypocrites I know... telling the children crime is wrong while we go and steal from the rich but it was the only morally ambivalent thing I could think to do, plus we've been phasing it out for months now". "You have? and that makes it okay?" Mako asked. "No of course not but now we're self-sustaining I don't need to steal to keep my school afloat or to pay my workers. I've managed to make a business that actually helps its workers and turns a profit. I've achieved what I set out to do". Mako frowned "but what if you hit a hard month or funds start to dry up? Do you just go back to stealing?". You shook your head "the Fire Nation has some of the best economists in the world. We're in a very stable position and I can even show you my plans but let me ask you something, do you really think what I did was wrong? That the financial loss of some rich bigots who had more money than they needed outweighs all the families who now have food and shelter and education and can provide for their children?". Mako paused torn. Of course he didn't care for the rich idiots, he'd felt so many frustrations with them over the years too but that didn't mean people could just choose to make things right. Atleast Mako didn’t think they could. "I need time to think" Mako said standing up quickly "to decide what I'm going to do". Mako half thought you'd make to restrain him again but you didn't. "I understand, I only ask if you decide to arrest me that you come and do it yourself. I will go with you willingly I'd just rather walk in there with you than be dragged out of my home in the middle of the night. I know you don't owe me anything but I...". Mako nodded "I agree". You nodded and as Mako went to leave you paused "Mako...I just wanted to add everything between us was real. I liked being your friend and I do care for you...a lot and I only stopped it from becoming something more to stop my secret from coming out. If things had been different, I think we might've had a good future". Mako didn't reply, he just stood there for a few seconds and walked out the door. Mako had no clue what to do. He couldn't condone your actions but he also couldn't say you were wrong. In a similar position, he might've done the same thing and he could hardly forget he had resorted to stealing and a life of crime before too. Only he stole from vendors and merchants, people who needed the money whereas you went for the giants who wouldn't even notice a few thousand less. If he wasn't an officer he would've applauded you but he couldn't...could he?. Utterly confused Mako went to see Asami. He knew he could trust her with anything so explained everything. She was quiet for a few seconds and Mako frowned "Aasmi...what do you think?". "I think she's amazing" Asami said and Mako's eyes widened "what? Asami she's a crime lord". Asami rolled her eyes "she has a team of 10 which rob the rich and scare the upper class into being better people, I'd hardly call that a crime lord. If there was ever a benevolent crime it's robbing the rich". "But it's still robbery! How can you act like this, what if she'd robbed you too?". "She didn't because she knew I wasn't corrupt. Y/n isn't stupid Mako, she's spent time with all the elite of this city and has clearly split the good from the bad or do you think it's a coincidence that Mr Choi who gave up half his fortune to help the people terrorised by Amon hasn't been touched? Or Ms Yun who is the only female POC CEO in the city and actively promotes minorities into positions of power also hasn't been attacked? She's only taking from those who don't help others". "But isn't it their money to decide what they do with it? Nobody can tell anyone else what they should or shouldn't spend money on". Asami tuned to Mako "and if a rich person refused to buy you or Bolin food when you were on the street because it was their disposable income and they wanted to keep it, would you have just nodded and said that was fair? That their greed was worth more than your hunger?" Asami asked. Mako sighed "no but how can we judge who is good or bad? Is it really that clear cut?". Asami paused "well I guess not". "What if y/n made a mistake? Plenty of rich people donate in secret". "And you think the people she robbed from are secretly helping the poor and hungry?" Asami asked. "Well no but still we don't know for sure. Y/n isn't the god of Republic City who gets to decide everyone's fates. Not even Korra can do that". Asami nodded "I understand what you're saying but didn't she mention she's phasing it out? That now her companies can sustain themselves that it's over?". Mako nodded "that's what she said but what if we hit a recession or some rich person angers her? How do we know she won't just do it again?". "We don't" Asami said "the same way nobody knew if I'd side with you over my father or if Korra could be trusted to support both the North and South Water Tribes' best interests...it's all about trust. So the question is, do you trust y/n?". Mako frowned looking down "I don't know...it's hard when the person you thought you knew turns out to be someone different, that they've been keeping so many secrets from you, that they even look different to the person you know". Asami smiled "I get that, believe me I do" referencing her father who did a similar thing to her. "Do you think you'll ever be able to forgive him...your father? I know you've been visiting him recently..." Mako asked tentatively. Asami sighed "for so long I had these two images of my father. The dad I saw growing up and this cruel violent man who wanted to rid the world of benders but when I actually started speaking to him again I realised he was both and one identity didn't erase the other. He was still the dad who cared for me for all those years and a man so blinded by hate he turned to inexcusable violence. It's hard when someone close to us hurts us or betrays our trust but that doesn't mean all the memories we shared with them were fake. However, you get to decide what you want to do. Try and move past the hurt or to cut it off then and there and nobody can tell you which one is wrong or right. Only you can do that". Mako sighed "so you're not going to give me a simple yes or no answer". Asami smiled "if I did you'd probably just disagree with it". Mako went to argue he wouldn't and then stopped, making Asami smile. "Thanks Asami, this really helped" Mako said. "Anytime" Asami smiled "but for what it's worth, I do think y/n cares for you and that was never an act". Mako bit his lip and nodded "thank you" and left. You of course didn't get any sleep that night. You contacted Shara and her family and told them to lay low and to be ready to leave for the Fire Nation the next day. If you were going down there was no way you were bringing the people kind enough to help you down with you. You continued with things as if they were normal pretending this heavy cloud wasn't hanging over you. You had no idea what decision Mako would make and figured he wouldn't rush into anything so you had a while to wait. Asami appeared at your door the following day and confessed she knew everything...and that she’d supported you. "Honestly I just wish you would've told me about it so I could've helped" she told you and you laughed. "Thank you but I don't want to endanger any more of my friends...and I do consider you one of my friends Asami. All of this" you said gesturing to yourself "might've been fake but our friendship wasn't". Asami smiled "I know but there is one thing you can do to prove it to me". "Anything" you swore and her smile grew "I want to see the real you! Mako mentioned you looked different and I've been driving myself crazy trying to think what he meant so can you show me you without the disguise?". You nodded "of course". You took Asami to your home because it was more private but also because you had to wash off all the products you put on your skin. When you looked in the mirror you felt oddly vulnerable. Asami was waiting just outside and she was about to see the real you. It was exposing and nerve-wracking but you owed it to her so you opened the door and stepped out. Asami's eyes scanned over you before she smiled "wow you look so nice! Now I'm seeing you like this I wonder how I never noticed it before, this totally looked more natural". You chuckled "that's because it is" and Asami nodded inspecting your hair and eyes and everything. "So you’re from the water tribe?" she asked and you nodded "the southern water tribe originally but I was born here". "And you can waterbend?" she asked and you nodded twirling some from a nearby vase "yep, neither of my parents could but my grandmother was a bender so we think it skips a generation in our family". Asami smiled sadly "Mako told me you lost your parents, do you have any photos of them?". You shook your head "no I don't but they're not buried too far away and I've been trying to work up the courage to go all this time". Asami paused "well I can go with you if you like? It might be a good idea to go while..." and she trailed off but you knew what she meant. While you still had the freedom to go where you wanted. "Plus you don't look like the rich heiress y/n so nobody will recognise you". You nodded feeling like the time is right "let's go". You walked and bought flowers on the way. Even though you hadn't been in years you knew the way through the graveyard effortlessly and stopped right in front of them. Asami read your parents' names and then looked at you "would you like to give me some privacy?". You shook your head "no...now I'm here I don't want to be alone". Asami nodded and linked her arm through yours. You cried softly and spoke to your parents as if they were listening to you. You told them how much you'd missed them and about the things you'd done. "I know I didn't do it all honestly but I hope you'd be proud of me" you finished and Asami rubbed your back "I bet they would be" and you smiled at her "thanks for coming with me Asami". "No problem" she said "how about we go for a walk? The graveyard is oddly beautiful right now". You nodded and walked before stopping at a bench where you sat down with a sigh. "I feel like I've ruined everything with Mako" you admitted "even if he doesn't turn me in he's never going to trust me again and I don't blame him". Asami frowned "don't be so hard on yourself, Mako might be more understanding than you think". "But he's a detective who I not only lied to but also beat up!" you cried "and then ask him how he was the next day". Asami winced "well yeah that's gonna take some work but Mako is really hard on the interior and gets angry quickly but he's a lot softer on the inside. Once he calms down he tends to think more rationally and I think with time, you might be able to repair this". "You do?" you asked and Asami nodded "I do" and she took your hand "now about we head back inside where it's nice and warm?". Finally that evening Mako showed up on your doorstep. You weren't wearing your disguise because after your outing with Asami it felt nice to be yourself. When you opened the door Mako froze noticing and then looked down "I've come to talk to you". You nodded "would you like something to drink?". Mako shook his head so you led him to the living room and waited for him to begin. "I've decided not to go to the chief" Mako told you and you exploded in gratitude but Mako held up a hand "but please let me finish". You nodded "of course" and sat down. Mako continued "I won't tell Chief Beifong but that is only if you suspend all criminal operations right away and if I for whatever reason suspect you were running more I will hand you in straight away, okay?". You nodded "that's more than fair, thank you Mako". He nodded and stood up to leave surprising you, you'd hoped there would be more. "That's it?" you asked and Mako froze "what more is there? I told you the most important thing that I'm not turning you in". You frowned "but that's not the most important thing, I mean of course it's important but I also want to know...where this leaves us". "Us?" Mako asked and you nodded "I know you're hurt Mako so please just talk to me about it". Mako shook his head "well to be honest after all this I'm not even sure if there is an us" he admitted "I cannot trust you y/n, not anymore and just because I'm not handing you in doesn't mean I'm opening my life to you. Not anymore". You nodded "okay I understand. Do you think, and this is just so I can understand how to act, that we can ever be friends again if I restore that trust you had in me or do you think the damage is irreparable?". Mako sighed "at the moment I'd say no but I know time changes things so I won't say never. We will have to see each and I will be polite and courteous but I think it's a good idea if I stop teaching at the academy". You nodded "of course, thank you once again Mako” and with a bow he left.

1 year later

A year later and Republic City and the world was a very different place. Kuvira had turned into the Great Uniter and was marching on Republic City which was now being guarded by Avatar Korra. Asami had introduced you and right away you got on immediately. She quickly worked out you were from the Water Tribe and Asami explained you wore the disguise to protect your past life but you were slowly fazing it out over time so one day you’d be able to go outside without one. You also met Mako’s brother Bolin and found him adorable immediately. He was so kind and warm, so different to Mako, but you could see the resemblance. With Mako things were still...awkward. They had improved since he initially found out about your vigilante life and now he wasn’t as cagey around you but there was still some distance. The only good thing about Kuvira’s arrival as it forced you all together and through fighting a war Mako learned to trust you again.

Korra asked if you’d join her strike team in taking out Kuvira as you’d sparred and she liked your water bending style. While she had the strength you had the speed and she thought that would be very useful for tonight. You went with Mako and Bolin and managed to disable the machine before getting everyone out. Mako injured himself in the process, being knocked unconscious, and you were healing him when there was suddenly there was a large boom and you looked up to see a huge wave coming towards you.

You, Bolin and Mako were fine hidden in an alcove but you saw across the street a group of refugees had emerged from the underground tunnels and were right in the open. There’s no way they’d make it to cover in time and Bolin told you as much. There was only one solution and so as quickly as you could you gathered all the water in the nearby river and rushed in front of them. You threw the water up into the air before turning it into ice, creating a barrier for them. The blast hit and you curved it around the group the best you could. It crackled and splintered and you worried you’d just created another problem of raining icicles when Bolin created a earth shield and supported your wall until it passed. When the dust had cleared you swept the water back into the river and everyone thanked you, smiling...well not everyone because you’d been seen. Lin Beifong was stood with the other earth benders watching you and she frowned “since when are you a water bender?”.

When Mako came round he heard you’d been arrested and he couldn’t believe it. “It’s all my fault” Korra said “I asked her to help me when doing so would jeopardise her identity”. Bolin shook his head “no it’s my fault, if I’d have acted quicker I could’ve protected everyone but I didn’t think of it”. “It doesn’t matter whose fault it is, we need to work out how we’re going to help” Asami said and their eyes all drifted to Mako”. He nodded “I’ll get her out”.

Mako wasn’t sure why he was so certain of his decision but he was. The past year had been an odd one but you’d kept your word and there had been no more robberies. Meanwhile your schools had expanded and you got so much demand you now had a two, one for children and another for adults. You’d transformed the city for the better and just kept re-investing the money into the community taking nothing for yourself. You hadn’t tried to push Mako but were always friendly and polite when you saw him, definitely leaving the ball in his court. Mako admitted to Asami he was no longer mad at you and she’d been telling him for months now to act on his feelings and he was finally ready.

Mako rushed to the police headquarters and marched straight into Lin’s office. “Chief you have to let her go”. “I assume you mean Y/n and not Kuvira?” she asked and Mako nodded “of course”. “Well while that’s reassuring perhaps you’ve forgotten all the crimes she committed? All the people she robbed?”. “There’s no proof that was her!” Mako said “they were so long ago” and Lin nodded “yeah but we both know it was her. The circumstance is too convenient”. “Even if it is her she’s been living innocently for a year! She made mistakes but who hasn’t”. Lin sighed “kid I get it but it doesn’t change the charges against her or what she’s done. The second the rich find out it was her they will demand justice”. “Then don’t tell them” Mako said and Lin paused “you want me to sweep this under a rug? An officer of the law?”. Mako sighed “all I am saying is she’s done more good than harm to this city. Those rich people are still stinking rich! She hasn’t damaged them in any long-term way but look how many other lives she’s improved. She’s given this city something we couldn’t, she saved them in a way we failed them”. “Watch it” Lin said but Mako shook his head “we’d be hypocrites to arrest her and we’d be doing this city an injustice. She risked her life today to save the people of this city and I say that enough for a clean slate”. Lin paused “I assume the Avatar and Miss Sato are also in the same frame of mind?”. Mako nodded “they are and are probably on their way here right now”. Lin sighed “how do we know she won’t do it again?”. Mako paused “off the record?” and Lin nodded. Mako explained how he found out last year and how you hadn’t committed a crime since. “She’s good now chief, not that I think she was ever bad but what I mean is we can trust her. She’s no threat to the city”. Lin paused “I’ll think it over, she hasn’t even technically been arrested so you can take her out of here but she can’t leave the city okay? Give me time to think this through and I’ll get back to you tomorrow morning”. Mako nodded “thank you so much chief” and he rushed to the holding cell.

The place was pretty much deserted and he got the key to your cell with no problem. When you saw him you jumped up “Mako? I didn’t say anything to Lin but she saw me water bend so I figured I’m screwed anyway”. Mako shook his head “not yet you’re not, come on” and gestured for you to follow him. “You’re not breaking me out are you? Because I don’t want you to get roped into this, just pretend you didn’t know and then when I go down I won’t drag you with me”. “No Lin told me to release you and don’t worry I'm not letting you go down. I’ve pleaded your case with Lin and we’re going to work on getting you pardoned”. Your eyes widened “you spoke to Lin for me? Wow...thank you”. Mako blushed as you stared at him but shook his head “it’s fine, come on” and you followed him.

Outside everyone was celebrating and it was an odd environment to come from jail to. “So what did Lin say?” you asked and Mako looked down “she’s considering her options as nobody knows yet what you did. So if she decides not to press charges then you’ll be in the clear”. “And you think she won’t press charges against me? She’s lady justice”. Mako nodded “yes but I also told her that I’d known for a year and the second I told you to stop you did. I pointed out how many people you helped and how the people you robbed are absolutely fine”. You nodded “thanks again for doing that, it means a lot”. Mako shrugged “I know you’re not a bad person y/n and I don’t want to see you go to prison for doing something that helped a lot of people”. You smiled “thanks Mako, that means so much coming from you” and he blushed “no problem”. Asami and Korra came into view and they both flew to you. “Y/n You’re here! Lin let her out?” Asami asked and Mako nodded “while she’s deciding what to do”. “That's good right?” Korra asked “if she thought y/n was irredeemable she’d never have let her go”. Mako nodded “it is a good sign but the chief can be hard to read, she’s giving me her decision tomorrow morning”. Asami took your hand “we’ll all come with you and if she tries to prosecute you we’ll get the best lawyer money can buy and get you off. We’re not letting you go to prison”. Korra nodded “no way!” and you felt very touched your friends were so supportive.

The celebrations began in the early evening and lasted well into the night but you didn’t have much stomach for them. This could be your last night of freedom and rather than liberating you that thought just depressed you. So you sat on the edge of the party watching anything and smiling anytime your friends waved to you. You found Shara and told her what had happened and spent some time with her family but didn’t want to associate with them too much in case Lin figured they were your team. You danced once for Bolin but other than that didn’t join in much with the partying.

You walked down the pier beside the ocean, far enough that you could still hear the buzz of the party but not close enough that anyone would bother you. You sat near your element and thought about how beautiful your city was and if you had to be arrested forever for something, you were glad it was for trying to make this place better for everyone.

Mako spotted you from the party and came and sat next to you “you okay?” he asked and you nodded “yeah I just can’t imagine I’m going to get much sleep tonight so figured I might as well stay up. Maybe watch the sunrise one more time?”. Mako nodded “Well you’ll get to watch many more sunrises but want some company?” and you nodded. “How’s your arm?” you asked gesturing to Mako’s heavily bandaged one. He patted it “eh it’s fine, I’ve had worse. Apparently the healing you did immediately after really helped stop the damage” making you smile “I’m glad”. “So I never asked” Mako said “did we ever meet back when you lived here with your parents?”. You shook your head “no I would’ve remembered you. My house was in the eighth quarter down Shire Lane. I was in Red Monsoon Triad territory so you probably didn’t come to my side of town much and I left right before you became a bender”. Mako nodded his head “it’s so weird because our paths must’ve nearly crossed so many times” and you nodded “I wonder how many close calls there’ve been”. Mako nodded thinking and you watched the city before deciding you didn’t have anything to lose.

“Do you think we would’ve been friends if we met?” you asked. Mako looked at you and nodded “yeah I think we would’ve” and you smiled “yeah?”. Mako nodded “of course, I like to think had you stayed in Republic City you’d have been a fan of the Fire Ferrets” and you laughed. “Hey maybe you could’ve been our waterbender player!” he said and you raised an eyebrow “I’m not skilled enough for that”. “Bolin told me how you created that wave effortlessly plus you remember I got to see your bending up close right? I know you’re a skilled bender”. You paled as Mako referenced the time you beat him and looked down. “I’m sorry” but Mako laughed “it’s okay, now it’s actually quite funny”. “It is?” you asked and Mako nodded “yeah it all seemed so serious at the time but now, it just seems like another close encounter before we actually met. It’s odd, like our fates were entwined or something”. You nodded “thank you for forgiving me” and Mako nodded “it’s okay” before he turned serious. “no matter what happens Y/n you won’t be alone. I will fight for you every step of the way and I’m going to get you out of this okay?”. “Why?” you asked “you’re under no obligation to. This might be my justice”. Mako shook his head “I know but I can’t see you put away. Not just because you’re a good person or my friend but because I like you”. You blushed “I like you too Mako” and Mako smiled. You both meant more with those words than just the baseline and you both felt this, Mako shifted closer to you and you gently rested your head on his good arm.

You must’ve dozed off like that because when you woke up it was bright and Mako told you it was time. You started off for the precinct and Mako walked right beside you making you feel less scared. True to their word Korra, Asami and Bolin all joined you and even Tenzin was there. “Master Tenzin?” you said and he nodded to you “Korra explained what happened and Pema was there when you saved all the refugees. I know you’ve made some mistakes but everyone deserves a second chance and I’m here to tell Lin that”. You smiled “thank you so much” and he nodded and Mako led you forwards.

Lin was waiting for you and raised an eyebrow at your procession. “Brought a party?” she asked and Korra stepped forwards “we’re here to show our support for Y/n and to say she’s made some mistakes but jail is not a fair punishment”. Korra went to go on but Lin stopped her with two words. “I agree”. Everyone froze and Korra frowned “you do?”. Lin nodded “I do, I think what Mako said is true, Y/n is no threat to society and her contribution to this city is immense”. Everyone began cheering but Lin held up a hand “however she has broken the law and so something needs to be done. I propose 300 hours of community service and want you working with our schools across the city to show them how they can better serve the community. Does that all sound fair?”. “Fair?” you asked “that’s more than fair! Yes!”. “Then we have a deal” and she shook your hand.

After that you really could start celebrating the end of the war and you did. You rushed to Shara and her family, without your disguise and spent time with them your chosen family. You, Asami and Korra had a spa day together and you kept teasing them both at the not-so-subtle glances they were giving one another. You hung out with Mako alone and with Bolin quite a few times and although neither you nor Mako commented on the energy between you it was there and it was exciting. You also threw yourself into the repair of the city determined to show your desire to make things right. You’d been working pretty much none stop when Zhu Li and Zarrick got married bringing everyone together again. You sat next to Mako and Asami in the ceremony and smiled at how beautiful it was to be here, surrounded by your friends as your true self.

At the after party you were watching the dancers on the dancefloor when Mako appeared. “Hey” he called and you smiled back “hey, it was a nice ceremony wasn’t it? Bolin did a great job officiating” and Mako smiled “yeah maybe that’s his next calling” and you chuckled. You chatted about the usual things, the rebuilding of the city, the school etc before Mako stood up taller “can I ask you something?”. You nodded “of course, what’s on your mind?”. Mako took a deep breath before saying “I was just wondering if when you’re not busy with your school or factories or the...you know...”. “Community service?” you offered and Mako nodded “yeah that, if you’d maybe like to get dinner with me sometime? I’d love to learn all about you and just spend time with you” he finished awkwardly and you smiled. “I’d love to have dinner with you Mako” making him blush anymore “great! That’s really great” and he smiled at you. The beautiful moment was ruined by Avatar Korra “hey lovebirds are you just going to stand there all night or join in?”. Mako went bright red but you remained a little more composed “sure, when you ask Asami to dance”. Korra went bright red, instantly shutting up and Mako laughed. “Fancy a walk instead of a dance?” you asked him gesturing to the pier overlooking the ocean and Mako nodded “ with you? Any time” and you set off together, Mako took your hand shooting you a shy look and you squeezed it back telling him it was okay and things were better than okay.

For the first time in a while...things were good.

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