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crappystoryteller · 2 years

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A/N: So... this is my first one shot here. It's a Tom Riddle one shot surprise, surprise. It's an AU, sorta a spin on Professor Riddle cause he hot. No magic really but Tom Riddle in all this Glory.

18+ only, minors DNI.

Warnings: Smut, toys, choking, kinda daddy kink, Dom!Tom, Sub!Reader, cursing probably, edging, let me know if I've missed anything

Length: 3100 words almost

Summary: Basically you and Tom have been dating for a while and you are begging him to get adventurous in bed :)

Hope you enjoy

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I had been in a relationship with Tom for almost four months now. It was surely “nice”. He was sweet, caring, somehow knew me emotionally and physically too. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t want him to get a little adventurous, especially in bed...

I had touched myself to the fantasy of him pounding me from behind choking my throat. Or maybe not treat me like a ceramic doll which might break with a flick of a finger.

The example was right in front of me as I was seated with him at a dinner table in front of his brother and girlfriend at their house where he was a perfect gentleman.

On the surface, nobody would ever think of Tom as a guy who would have kinks, he was a college professor, he didn't really have any tattoos, was very reserved and would wear sweaters all the times and looked adorable with his dimples. But he always had a reputation with women who had been with him and it was kinky. He was known to have one-night stands, friends with benefits and no relationships.

Tom and I went to the same school but nothing ever happened and after years met on a blind date set up by our friends which we were both unwilling to go through with and ended up totally hitting it off and actually dating.

He had only shown glimpses of how he really was. The pinning, marking and the control he showed confirmed that he did really have a kinky side.

It was nearly valentines day and I was nearly losing my patience and I just wanted to buy him handcuffs as a gift so he’d get the message.

Just thinking about what I wanted and could get from him was turning me on.

Feeling a little bold, I slid my hand on his thigh.

His dark brown eyes shot towards me as he continued his chat with Theo.

I loved how he looked unfazed by my little action but I was feeling really brave so I allowed my hand to slide higher.

Tom reached for his glass of wine and I saw how his muscles had tensed and I could even see it through his sweater sleeves. Tom was the kind of guy who had muscles, he even had a freaking eight pack of abs but one would just say he was slender and lean unless they saw him out of his clothes. Which will not happen on my watch. I am territorial, I can't help myself when my man looks so fucking fine.

My hand grazed over his crotch over his cock. I began palming him feeling the hardness grow and his jaw clench as he ran a hand through his black curls almost gripping them.

I bit my lip because this was turning me on too. A lot.

Tom was now undeniably hard and ever growing, his hand was on mine making me stop from any further action so I slowly slid it off his crotch and leg knowing he couldn’t exactly get up with his hardness so clear.

After about fifteen more minuets of chatting with Theo and Mel, Tom and I got up with Tom reaching for his jacket that was on the chair and draping it over his forearm to obviously hide the sight which was glorious to me but disastrous to him if his brother and girlfriend saw this.

We walked to the door with Theo and Mel and said our goodbyes. Tom’s free arm snaked its way around my waist while we walked pulling me close to him as his fingers dug into my hips through my dress.

“I’ll deal with you once we get home.” His hot breath fell against my neck making goosebumps arise on my skin driving me mad.

“What are you going to do? Punish me?” I looked right into his darkened eyes with my brown eyes which I was sure also looked very dark at the moment. Letting him know what I wanted.

Tom cleared his throat. “Darling, you can’t handle the punishment.” He left a feathery kiss on my neck before opening the car door for me making me sit as he walked to the driver’s seat and sat in himself.

I reached for the seat belt but he beat me to it, reaching before me and pulling it down, securing it. He purposely reached for the belt below and tugged on it so it tightened, my breath hitching in my throat. He knew his hands had grazed just above my heat; it was written on his face.

Tom started driving.

“I can handle you, is all I know Mr Tough.” I rolled my eyes, knowing it was immature of me but I didn’t care.

“Y/N, love, you haven’t seen anything yet.” His eyes focused on the road.

“Show me then.” I turned to him.

“What?” He looked confused as his brows wrinkled.

“Punish me.” I said. “Cuff me. Deny me. Just... don’t treat me like a ceramic doll.”

“You know what you’re asking for right?” He asked his brown eyes visibly darkened, if that was even possible.

“I know Tom. I was going to buy you handcuffs for Valentines day.” My words stunned him. “Soft, red ones.” I muttered the last part.

“Did you actually buy them?” Tom raised his eyebrows at me, an amused look on his sexy face.

“No, not yet.” I realised I had been playing with my seat belt so I immediately dropped my hands awkwardly to the side.

“Good, cause I have those.” A smirk appeared on Tom’s face.

Fuck me.

He looked so fucking hot.

“But, I could use a crop. Mine broke a few months ago.” His face was smug.

My cheeks felt hot as I focused on getting my heart beat back to normal. It was a lot more difficult when I could smell the woody scent of Tom's cologne. It was my aphrodisiac.

"Stop biting your lip. All the fantasies you have rushing through your pretty brain are about to come true baby." He wet his lips before speeding as we turned on a rather clear road.

"Why did you wait?" I blurted.

"I wanted to study you first. To know every inch of you before I used anything other than my own self on you." His hand reached for mine and he kissed the back of it.

I nodded understanding him.

We were reached his apartment building in no time and hurried in. He held me by my waist the whole time before we reached his door.

He pressed me against the door, his hand pressing against my torso as his soft lips crashed upon mine. He unlocked the door with his other hand and lead me in as I wrapped my hands around his neck and he deepened the kiss as our tongues fought for control.

I gave into him he pulled me in towards him as our bodies were flush against each other.

He broke the kiss and bent down to lift me over his strong shoulders as I screamed and then broke into giggles. We were soon in his bedroom and he tossed me on the bed.

"Sit up." He ordered, his tone a lot different from what I was used to.

The sound so commanding that it felt like an impulse to follow.

"I'm going to go get a few things and when I'm back, I want to see no article of clothing on you and you ready for me." He had a dark expression on his face as he thought of the things he was going to do to me.

I nodded and quickly took off my dress as he disappeared into his closet. I quickly folded my clothes roughly and put them to the side and sat at the corner of the bed, completely naked as goosebumps rose all over my skin half from the chill and half from the anticipation.

I didn't even know how I should be seated! Should I kneel? Bow? I don't even KNOW! I was just going to stay as I was. I didn't want to make a fool of myself. I just wanted to have him and whatever he was willing to give me.

I flattened my palms over my thighs and stared at them breathing deeply to calm myself down.

The closet door opened and my eyes shot up to see Tom was back shirtless with a box in his hands. His trousers clung to his waist perfectly as his lower abdominal muscles pointed to what was under those trousers.

He looked like a breathtaking sculpture. His eyes scanned me from head to toe taking in my shaky figure.

He stood really close to me and extended his hand which I took and stood up before him.

His eyes bore into mine. "We are going to need a safe word. Do you have any idea what you want it to be?"

I thought for a bit. "Pepper." I answered.

His fingers held my chin. "Good. I will stop immediately if you say it." All the carefulness in his voice was changed with complete and utter dominance and authority which had me weak in my knees.

I nodded and he pushed me down on my knees by my shoulders.

I looked up at him as he looked down at me. "What do you think? Have you been good girl today?" His expression was dark even a bit sadistic. His words were powerful which made my throat fall dry.

"I- I think so..." I could barely get the words out.

"You think so." He didn't question. "You know what I think?"

"No." I answered.

"No what?" He asked.

"No sir." I answered having a slight idea of how things go.

"You call me Master."

"I will Master." I spoke.

He smirked. "I think you have been very bad." He circled me and stopped behind me. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear making goosebumps rise on my skin. "Teasing me in front of Theo and Mel." He wrapped my hair around his hand and gave it a tug. I whimpered. "Giving me a boner in a public setting. Provoking me in the car." He scoffed. He was close to my ear. "Testing my patience all fucking day love." I shivered at his words.

He moved away from me.

"So tell me. Have you been a good girl?" He asked again.

"No Master." I answered.

"Don't make me repeat myself. It leads to punishment." He said before walking away.

I could hear him open the box and take a few things out of it.

He didn't say anything before he covered my eyes with a silky blindfold. I was almost immediately more alert of my surroundings.

"Get up." Tom said.

I got up without question. Tom's hand came down on my ass in a light smack. I gasped at the unexpected touch. I heard him hum.

I could feel that he wasn't as close to me anymore and then he was back. He stood behind me as he brought both my hands from my sides to my back, holding them together.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Yes Master." The words fell from my lips.

"Good." He used a soft-silky material to tie my hands behind my back. Just as he was done, he threw me, face down onto the bed.

I let out a surprised yelp. A few leathery falls brushed my skin. Goosebumps arose all over me.

"You're getting punished now. Tell me why." Tom demanded.

"Because I teased you and got you hard in a public setting, I challenged you and tested your patience all day." I stuttered when I spoke.

"So, for all of that, you're getting punished." He said. "How many hits do you think you deserve Y/N?"

I didn't know the answer to that. How could I? I had never been in this situation before. A sort of panic set in when I blurted out. "I- I don't know Master. Whatever you think is right."

I deep chuckle was heard before the flogger came down on my skin in a hard hit. The many strings of the flogger stung as they hit my flesh. I was sure the skin on my ass was blushing at the hit. I gasped.

"That was the right answer. I decide what you deserve. So I'll be done whenever I feel like. Meanwhile, I want you to count pet." He said before another hit fell upon my skin.

"Two." I tried make my voice sound clear.

Then another fell upon my skin, stinging a bit more, then another and another and I counted as the sting of the flogger increased but so did the pleasure. I was a moaning and whimpering mess as we reached 21. The flogger no more on me as Tom dropped it on the floor with a thud.

He untied my sore wrists and lifted me off the bed so I was seated on it I felt how sore my ass was when I was finally seated.

"Have you learnt your lesson Y/N?" Tom asked.

"Yes Alpha." I answered.

"Good girl. You deserve a reward for taking your punishment so well." I could hear the playfulness in his voice laced with authority.

I felt Tom's fingers graze over my pussy, reaching between the wet folds. He hummed in satisfaction knowing I was very aroused.

He slipped in one finger inside my tight hole moving in and out slowly before curling it into my g spot as his thumb reached for my clit, rubbing it at a mind numbing slow pace, circling it slowly and steadily increasing his pace. His other hand reached for my breasts, cupping them and squeezing lightly as he inserted one more finger inside me going faster. He pinched my hardened nipple making me a moaning mess.

His thumb pressed down on my clit as a shock of pleasure ran up my body. I screamed his name when he quickened the pace moving his fingers hard and fast inside me as his mouth captured my clit. My mind was dazed and cloudy as I was close to climax. Ready to explode in ecstasy and let pleasure take over me when Tom just stopped.

I let out a pained cry. He denied me. I had never been denied an orgasm or edged. It felt horrible and a cruel thing to do to anyone.

Tom's authoritative voice was back. "Y/N, you will cum when I tell you to, not before that. And the only time you are allowed to cum is when my cock is buried deep inside your cunt. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master." I spoke shivering from the edging. I had heard the word cunt from him for the first time and it just sounded so good rolling off his tongue.

"Good." He said before I heard him shuffle around the box.

The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, kissing me with dominance and passion. His tongue explored my mouth as if it owned it, his hands travelled my body as if it was solely his. He had a power over me. It limped me in every way and I felt the places he touched me burn hot, setting a fire ablaze. I craved this side of him.

All of this distracted me from the buzzing sound of the vibrator until it came in contact with the skin of my hips, trailing lower with the intensity increasing slowly. I continued kissing Tom. The vibrator was soon over my clit. I broke the kiss to let out a loud moan as Tom continued to kiss my throat.

"My perfect girl." He whispered as he inserted the little bullet of a vibrator inside me at full intensity from what I felt.

Tom was away from me as I writhed in the pleasure of the vibrator. Tom seemed to take off his clothes completely before he grabbed my hair and pulled me up.

His hands cupped my cheeks and he kissed me before speaking. "You got a perfect mouth, put it to good use baby. Don't let that vibrator out."

I was pushed down on my knees. My knees were shut so the vibrator didn't fall out didn't fall out which only made my walls clench around it and the pleasure increasing.

Tom lifted my chin and took off my blind. My eyes adjusted to the lights and I saw the semi erect cock before me. Instinctively, I grabbed it, but Tom pushed my hand away.

"I said put your mouth to use. Did I ever say you could use your hands?" Tom asked.

"No Master, I'm sorry." I said before kissing the tip of his cock.

I licked the head before wrapping my lips around it. I rolled my tongue around the head. Tom pushed in a bit more and a bit more in slowly until I gagged. He soon held my hair and pulled himself out before slamming back in and increasing the intensity of the vibrator which I thought wasn't possible. I gagged and moaned on his cock and rocked my hips adjusting to the vibrator. I was on the verge of cumming. I needed to stop.

I tried to control myself the best I could but this was heaven. The pleasure I received and gave was fogging over my mind, my eyes rolled to the back of my head before everything came to a stop. I whimpered at the loss of touch.

Tom tossed me back on the bed and got on top of me.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he took out the vibrator.

"Yes Master I'm so ready please." I whimpered out pleading him as I locked my eyes with his.

He didn't ease in, he wasn't gentle. He slammed into my soaking wet cunt with hard fast strokes. His moans and my moans were all that echoed around us. His wet hair falling over his face as he rocked back and forth holding me down by my waist. His large cock stretching my insides.

I was falling over the edge. "I need to-"

"Come for me." Was all I needed to hear as I had a powerful orgasm as he kept fucking me. My walls clenching and releasing as I rode out my orgasm.

Tom lifted one of my legs up and hooked it on his shoulder allowing him to go deeper inside me.

"So fucking beautiful." He said kissing my ankle.

My head tossed back.

Tom's hand held my neck and brought me in closer to him. "No no. Look at me. I want you to look at me when I fuck you up."

"Yes Master." I said looking right into his eyes. His thumb parted my lips as I sucked on it.

Tom groaned slowing down but making his strokes harder.

I moaned at him hitting all the right spots as I grinded into him.

"That's it baby." His eyes had a fire in them as he started fucking me faster and faster and harder. His hand wrapped around my throat and gripped it. I clenched around him.

"Ah that's it. That's right baby girl. Keep that vice grip on my cock. How does it feel huh? Am I making you feel good? Am I making you cum again?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Yes! Yes Daddy!" I called him that without even knowing I did.

That was enough for him to orgasm. His cock twitched inside me as came and I orgasmed soon. He kept rocking himself in and out until he was flaccid.

We were both out of breath as he fell next to me and we both laid next to each other.

"Did you just call me daddy?" He asked me.

"Oh shit! I'm soo sorry... I didn't mean to... It just slipped out." I spoke fast.

"No... um... I liked it." Tom seemed only slightly nervous and flushed but that might be cause of the orgasm.

"Okay. I liked it too. Daddy." I smirked.

"Okay, unless you want me to take you right here again, don't say that." He leaned in to kiss me again.

"Okay daddy." I winked.

He was true to his words. We did it again and then again. He dominated me all night.

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prinxlyart · 4 years

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No prob! Even if its just moral I love to support the artists I follow! And I will👍! Now I only have one(two maybe) question left for your Willumity AU: Who would propose first and who would they do it? (And if you allow Boscha to redeem herself in this, what relationship would she have with them?) Take care!

Oof this is a toughie. Hmmmmmmmmm........ I mean, lots of shenanigans would ensue, for sure for sure for sure, but what kind of shenanigans.....

[warning: this is like. Hella long y’all. I’m talking like, super deep dive into Boscha redemption territory. I’m not even kidding, it’s taken me all weekend to write this because there’s so much. I don’t even get into proposals...You’ve been warned]

Okay so!

Boscha sees all the girls have gotten together into one big relationship and is sort of knocked back on her ass. Amity? In a romantic relationship with Half-A-Witch and the Human????? What the fuck happened to that girl?! She’s been at a loss for how to even interact with them ever since a rumor had spread that Luz had gone toe-to-toe with the Emperor. Boscha wasn’t sure she believed that before, but watching her supposed friend of more than half a decade just drop her like she was nothing to go all soft over this human? Maybe Luz did do something impressive enough to garner Amity’s attention.

She would rather die than admit out loud (or even to herself) that she had a crush on Amity. It hurt her so much more than she realized when Amity stopped hanging out with her and it was just driving a stake through her heart when Amity defended them and joined their Grudgby team for that stupid challenge. It took her weeks following that whole fiasco to even look at Amity, let alone talk about her with the rest of her friend group, that by the time she thought she was over it, she looked up and saw her blushing and linking arms with both girls she’d played against Boscha with. Boscha may have broken her locker than day. She refused to say why.

If I’m following all of my narrative speculation threads, I think Skara pulls her aside one day and tells her she needs to calm tf down. Luz and Willow are chill as hell and they don’t deserve the vicious death glares Boscha’s been sending them. I think that’s the final nail in the coffin for Boscha. Her other supposed best friend is turning on her too?? But she isn’t??? Boscha’s head and heart are so confused by all this that she just skips the next day of school. I think she spends the day in the (newly-rebuilt) Treasure Shack just staring at the ceiling and tossing a hackey sack into the air while she blasts music that she doesn’t hear because she’s so deep in her own thoughts. Skara would find her immediately after school let’s out. There’s only one place Boscha would be if she skipped class for a day. Before any of the other teens make their way to the Treasure Shack, they leave so they can talk somewhere more private.

I think they spend a really long time hashing out Boscha’s thoughts and feelings. Skara even feels brave enough to bring up why they’re always so mean to others. There are other ways to prove how awesome you are without actively putting others down. In fact, putting others down to be on top is almost like cheating; you’re not actually proving you’re the best if you’re hindering your competition. Skara knows how awesome and amazing Boscha is and can be, but they spend their time just being mean to everyone else rather than actually showing off their talents. She also mentions how scary powerful Willow actually is and confirms the rumors about Luz taking on the Emperor and living to tell the tale so it’s not like they have no magical ability. Amity might just be rolling with the new most powerful witches at Hexside. Dating them even. And have you seen that illusion track kid in action?? He created some complex illusions during their Grudgby match and that was for funsies. They’re a severely powerful group. And they’re liked by everyone because they’re so kind. They’re revered by their classmates for being so powerful and so nice at the same time, meanwhile they just fear Boscha. They don’t think she’s all that great, but she is powerful enough to kill them if need be, so they just stay out of her way. Boscha hates everything Skara points out but doesn’t deny any of it.

Skara admits she’s been talking with Willow a lot about all of this; she’s definitely apologized for the bullying she’s done in the past and Willow actually accepted it which surprises Boscha. A lot of her insight is a mix of hashing shit out with Willow in the Greenhouse after school and some self reflection at home, but that’s why they all hang out together now. Oh, and she and Amity had a sleepover relatively recently where they decided to start their friendship over. Now they’re actually friends and can say so with a smile because it’s true and it’s not just to appease their parents.

Boscha never thought she’d do this in her life but she just bites the inside of her cheek and does it anyway: she asks Skara for advice. All Skara knows to suggest confidently is to think about how she treats everyone and how that can be changed. She also tells her to think about what she actually wants. Does she want to be the school bully? Or does she actually want to be friends with Amity again? Does she maybe want to find out how cool Luz and Willow are? They’re definitely all a package deal by now and it might be hard to be friends with Amity again after how horribly they’d treated Willow over the years. Boscha spends the entire weekend thinking over everything she talked about with Skara.

The following school week, Boscha is having a hard time getting Willow alone. At least one of her girlfriends is always by her side by the time she can find her between classes. It’s not until after school that Boscha manages to beat both Luz and Amity to the Greenhouse to ask Willow if they can talk. Willow is wary at first, but sees that Boscha has a weird look to her that sets aside and fears of Boscha attempting to pick on her. She noticed that Boscha has barely even looked at her in weeks. So she agrees and they find an empty classroom to talk in privately (Willow lets Amity and Luz know that she’s busy and will meet them later). Willow waits expectantly for Boscha to threaten her or yell at her or whatever else and is shocked (and maybe even scared?) when Boscha finally blurts out her apology. She lets Boscha just ramble her apologies for a while and watches her fumble over her words and her face turn a little red and genuinely doesn’t know how to react. Has the world turned upside down? Is it Opposite Day? Is this some kind of elaborate prank? The tears in Boscha’s eyes suggest that it’s not. Eventually Willow stops her and they just sit in silence for a minute while Willow kind of turns it all over in her head. Boscha’s freaking out because Willow is just standing there watching her and she feels like she’s a bug under a magnifying glass. I think Willow truly doesn’t know what to say and just kinda sighs and picks up her bag to get ready to leave and tells Boscha she just needs to think about everything she said. Because she can’t forgive her, not for the years of ceaseless bullying, but she needs to think about whether or not she’ll even accept her apology. Boscha just kinda nods numbly and Willow leaves and Boscha just sorta melts into the floor from exhaustion and frayed nerves.

I think Willow would ask Skara first about what she thinks of Boscha’s apology; they’re still friends after all, even though Skara’s been hanging out with them more often. Skara’s blown away because she didn’t think the talk they had just the previous Friday afternoon would lead to all that. So now Willow knows the apology is real. She’ll tell her girlfriends next because they’re also directly affected by this and they are also both shell-shocked. Amity is unsure of everything simply because she’s witnessed Boscha’s behavior first-hand for years and this just doesn’t sound like her (Luz agrees, oddly quietly), but Willow confirmed with Skara that it was a real apology. That that was why Boscha wasn’t at school on Friday. I think they’re all at the Owl House while they have this conversation so Eda and Lilith both overhear and throw their two snails in; Eda knows from experience that sometimes bullies are only bullies because they’ve been raised that way. She had some school friends that were pretty nasty before realizing just how nasty they were after the kids they were bullying got into some serious trouble. Lilith confirms the stories and also throws in that, based on her own experience, she may be doing all the wrong things with what she thinks are the right intentions. This gives all three of them something to think about for the rest of the night.

I’d say it takes them roughly the rest of the week to really come to a conclusion. The entire time, Boscha is begging Skara for any updates but Skara isn’t in on that loop. So in the meantime, she asks Skara for help in fixing her behavior during their free time. Boscha came to the conclusion on her own that she doesn’t actually want to be a bully, she just wants to feel acknowledged for her efforts. Skara reprimands her for falling back on bullying tactics when things don’t go the way Boscha wants them to. Their other friends in their friend group pick up on this and are 100% on board with helping Boscha be a better person. They were all too scared to disrupt the flow that they had to call her out before, but now that Boscha’s actually trying to be better?? They’re all in to help her. I don’t think Boscha’s ever felt this kind of support before. Her whole life she’s had friends to back her up when she tooted her own horn, her pack to intimidate by numbers. But now they’re actually wanting to help her? They’re not just sticking around so they themselves don’t become ostracized? Boscha’s never really experienced that before and it makes her feel warm inside. At first she thinks she’s sick but Bo (I think her name is Bo; the light-skinned healing track girl with the freckles that taught Skara that fire-to-ice spell) runs a quick diagnosing spell over her and let’s her know that no, she’s not sick, she’s just experiencing happiness for once. Everyone else laughs, even Boscha after a moment because holy shit, she’s actually happy.

Over the course of that week, our main trio is quietly watching Boscha’s metamorphosis from the sidelines. They’re all confused at first; she really is trying to change? Luz is the first one to get excited though. It’s just like one of her favorite character tropes: bully learns to be nice and is better for it (and maybe falls in love with the person they’ve been bullying). Willow scoffs at that, but she does admit that it’s reassuring to see Boscha actually making the effort. In public too, she’s not trying to hide the fact that she wants to change. Luz, being in all the tracks at Hexside, gets the chance to actually talk to each of the girls in Boscha’s friend group about the whole situation and gets some pretty solid evidence that yes, Boscha’s really making that effort. She reports as much back to her girlfriends and by the time the week ends, Willow’s the one tracking down Boscha by the Potions Hall to take her aside for a chat.

Boscha is scared shitless when Willow asks to talk to her for the first time since Monday but obliges and they find a private place to talk. Willow lets her know that she’s ready to accept her apology and Boscha nearly bursts into tears in relief. She knows that it isn’t forgiveness, but Willow is accepting the fact that she’s trying to change and she is sorry for her past actions. Willow fills her in on all the various (drama? Lack of drama?) chatter about her trying so hard to be nicer from Boscha’s friend group that Boscha actually does start crying at that. She’s so relieved that her friends aren’t doing this as some kind of payback; that they’re actually supporting her with no ulterior motives. They’d have every reason and right to, but they aren’t and Boscha is so relieved to hear as much. Willow doesn’t know if she should try to comfort her or what so they both kind of stand there awkwardly for a minute while Boscha wipes the tears from her face. She thanks Willow for accepting her apology and vows to her (maybe a little too dramatically; it actually makes Willow want to laugh because it reminds her so much of Luz) that she will be a better witch. Not just a better witch to her and her friends, but to everyone. When they part ways for the weekend, they’re both buzzing with giddiness. Boscha, because Willow finally accepted her apology and knew that this was a huge first step in her road to being a better witch. Willow because she knows for certain that Boscha’s giving this her all; and maybe they could even become friends. Skara and Amity did a do-over on their friendship, maybe Boscha’s hoping to do the same.

Shockingly, Boscha actually goes to Luz next by sitting next to her during their shared potions class the following week. She slides her a note asking to speak with her outside of class to which Luz agrees (with a silly doodle of a winky face and a thumbs up that makes Boscha nearly giggle). Boscha apologizes to Luz next for her behavior towards her and much to Boscha’s surprise, Luz not only accepts her apology, but forgives her too. Boscha didn’t even expect that. Luz explains that she hasn’t been on the Boiling Isles long enough to be really affected by Boscha’s past bullying, not like her girlfriends. And she’s super grateful and proud of Boscha for reaching out to Willow first and actually going to the lengths she’s been going to to be a better person. Boscha, not used to praise that she wasn’t fishing for, just blushes and nods. Luz sort of coos at her and comments on how cute she looks when she blushes which only makes her blush harder and start threatening Luz with empty promises of violence if she doesn’t shut up. Luz starts running away, cackling, and calls out to her as she’s leaving that she hopes they can be friends some day soon. Boscha silently agrees and goes home with a goofy smile that won’t leave her face no matter how hard she tries because Luz called her cute. She shoves that thought aside for the time being, just grateful that Luz was so quick to forgive her.

Finally, she approaches Amity. Or rather, she leaves a note in her locker because the Abomination Hall and the Potions Hall are nowhere near each other. At this point, Amity is on the fence about what she wants to do because on the one hand, she was never truly friends with Boscha and she’s not sure if she wants to be. On the other hand, she’s been watching Boscha change over the last week and a half and is actually surprised at how hard she’s working at it. She isn’t surprised by how hard she’s working; Boscha always gives 110% into anything she does, she’s just surprised that she’s working at being nice at all. But between Willow telling them how their chat went on Friday and Luz telling them about their talk on Monday (and Luz mentioning how cute Boscha was when she was red and sputtering her empty threats), she’s at least willing to hear her out. So she stands there and waits for Boscha to start and is actually kind of surprised to see Boscha’s already so pink she’s almost the same shade as her own hair. I think she’s silently patient out of shock more so than any amount of politeness. She’s never seen Boscha....flustered????? Luz was right, it is kind of cute, but now isn’t the time for that.

Boscha kept her conversation with Amity for last because she knew it was the hardest one to have. She had been pushing it aside for the last few weeks now; although she’s finally admitted to herself that she (has/had?) a crush on her. By the time they make it somewhere private, Boscha’s so nervous that she’s almost shaking. And Amity is just standing there, watching her, and saying nothing. That is until Boscha nearly starts crying and Amity finally breaks, if only due to concern. They may not have ever been real friends, but neither of them were heartless either. Amity manages to coax some words out of Boscha through her thick tears and once the words start, they don’t stop. Boscha didn’t mean to admit her crush on Amity to her face, but that sort of slipped out with all her other apologies and explanations. Amity desperately wishes Luz or Willow were there with her because they are so much better at emotional shit than Amity is. Amity does flush when she hears Boscha confess her crush on her and doesn’t really know what to say to that. Boscha had a crush on her? This whole time? She had a crush on the Amity from before she met Luz???? Amity considered herself an entirely different person from who she was before she met Luz. To think that Boscha’s quietly been harboring feelings for her all that time? Even before that time?? It’s flattering to say the least, but she definitely has mixed feelings about it. She didn’t like who she was before she met Luz. It’s hard to imagine someone else liking her.

Their conversation takes a long time to really hash out. They have a long history to sort out; sorting out Boscha’s feelings and identifying instances where they were horrible to other witches and how it wasn’t okay. There’s so many things that need to be figured out between the two of them. I think Boscha remembers what Skara had done and offers they have a sleepover to really try to start their friendship over. But I don’t think Amity is actually comfortable with that yet. Not due to Boscha’s crush on her or anything, just because it’s a different situation than it was with Skara. There would be a lot more to cover than just learning about what sort of music the other likes. And Boscha is definitely crushed on the inside, but just accepts it because she knows it’s a lot. I think after a while they both leave with the promise that they’ll continue this conversation later; Amity just needs to consult her girls first. She really doesn’t know how to handle all this and needs to just kinda decompress with her girlfriends and sort out all of her thoughts. Boscha agrees; they both have each other’s scroll contacts still, so they can reach out to each other whenever they’re ready to continue that conversation.

I think Willow and Luz would find it adorable that Boscha has/had a crush on Amity (which only makes Amity blush and chide them for not focusing on the subject at hand). Luz is super excited about Boscha trying to make amends all over the place. She’s even watched her between classes go out of her way to apologize to others too, so it’s not just them she’s trying to make amends with. Boscha always has one of her friends with her when she does this, but mostly as support or to remind her to not use bullying tactics or words when she’s trying to apologize. There’s been a low buzz of rumors going on about it too, Boscha’s strange change of heart has captured the attention of most students. Amity still isn’t sure how to feel about the whole situation though. There’s less to apologize for between them and more just explaining themselves. Why they never held each other accountable for their shitty behavior, why Amity seemed to just tolerate Boscha’s existence while Boscha silently harbored a crush on her; there was less in terms of wrong doings between the two of them and more just laying their cards on the table. I think Luz would be the one to suggest she go through with the slumber party, but maybe also have Skara join them as a sort of mediator. Willow is also hesitant; she doesn’t want to encourage her girlfriend to venture into something that makes her so uncomfortable, but she agrees with Luz that they need to clear the air between them. She admits that having Skara there would actually help a lot with that; Skara seeking Willow out on her own terms to apologize to Willow and talking with her so openly gave Willow more than enough reason to trust her with Amity’s feelings, especially after they reconciled their own friendship.

I actually don’t know what sort of history those girls have, but I’ve actually been in Amity’s place before. I’ve tolerated the existence of a person who developed a crush on me and it was....awkward at best. This person didn’t try to be a better person in the time that I knew them though. They just kept making excuses for their shitty behavior, so I’m genuinely not sure how this would all play out. I think having Skara join them for this weekend-long feelings jam certainly helps things along; she knows when to push them to tell the truth and when to sit back and let them take their time. I think by the coming school week (we’re what, in week 3 of Boscha’s redemption arc by now??? Almost a whole month of this emotional vulnerability??? How exhausting), they do manage to find a stable ground to start rebuilding their friendship. It takes a while, and I think Boscha’s nervous about it at first, mostly due to Willow’s near-constant presence around Amity, but Luz’s just. Sheer determination to befriend Boscha and integrate her into their ever-growing friend group both encourages Boscha and softens Willow’s stiffness in her presence.

Oofa doofa, I don’t even know how long it would take before any of them truly catch feelings RE: Boscha. I think Luz picks up on Boscha’s nervousness around Willow first and teases Boscha about it when they’re alone. And Willow and Amity do agree, Boscha is very cute when she blushes hard enough to match the color of her hair. It’s also fun to watch her freak out and turn into just one big pink blob hissing obscenities at a cackling Luz. I think Luz might get caught up in her fiction character tropes a little too much before she realizes she’s not taking Willow’s feelings into account (not so much that it causes damage; they’ve probably been dating for months now by this time). Luz would have to ask Willow how she felt about Boscha overall and Willow I think....would be unsure for a very long time. I think eventually, long after Boscha’s been fully integrated into their friend group and she’s actually seen who Boscha is when she’s a good friend and not a bully, does Willow begin to feel the inklings of feelings sneaking into her heart. Amity is in a similar boat as Willow, but neither make their feelings known for quite some time. They’re happy with their little triad relationship; they’re not sure what it would mean to include Boscha when they were still so unsure of their feelings.

Luz is so full of love she literally radiates it and it’s contagious. I don’t even thunk she realizes she’s developed a fondness for Boscha until several months after they’ve become friends. Besides, she’s far too busy teasing Boscha about her crush on Willow and Amity to realize how much Boscha also seems to blush around her. I don’t think she gets it until one day Boscha just shoves something in her hands and stalks off to class and when Luz looks at what she gave her, she just kinda gasps. Because Boscha definitely gave her a note that just reads “I like you too, you idiot”. Luz just runs to Willow and Amity and shows them the note and they all three call an emergency girlfriend meeting to sort out what exactly they want to do about this whole situation. Polyamory is hard because it requires so much mindfulness of everyone involved. But they all manage to admit that they’ve been harboring some softer feelings for Boscha and decide to test those waters. And maybe have a little fun with those tests as they do so. They maaaaayybbeee make it a competition to see who can make Boscha blush the hardest. They can all be quite competitive.

Boscha suddenly finds herself at the center of a Willumity Flirt-Off that she was NOT prepared for and doesn’t know how to handle it. All three of them are suddenly winking at her when she catches them looking at her, or maybe sitting way too close at lunch, or even just complimenting her when she doesn’t expect it and she nearly passes out from the attention. I think there’s a moment when she actually walks into a door when the girls realize they’re maybe taking this too far and apologize to Boscha before asking her if she wants to try being in their relationship with them. And I think Boscha does pass out at that.

I think it’s a tough adjustment period for them all. Balancing the four of them takes a lot time and fine-tuning to get it right. Boscha’s still just bewildered that she’s come so far with each of them enough to actually be in a relationship with each of them equally. There’s definitely some jealousy here and there, some old fears of being left behind cropping up, but all of those worries are thoroughly stamped out once they’re addressed. I think they all try very hard to get this to work and they do make it work. Boscha forever considers it the most dramatic year of her life.

I literally cannot even begin to get into proposals this is far too long already but thank you so much for sticking around if you’ve made it this far!!!!! This one in particular got hella long because there were so many moving parts @-@

I’ll be the first to admit: I’ve never been in a polyamorous relationship myself (I’ve never had any polyamorous partners before ;v;). I do know how important communication and establishing individual relationships can be though. It’s always so important to make sure that you and your partners are on the same page before doing anything that can dramatically affect your relationship. Consulting individuals within the relationship is also important. Just because you’re in a group doesn’t mean your relationship with each individual is any less important.

Ngl, this was also kind of hard for me to write because I truly don’t know what Boscha’s like when she’s not a bully. We haven’t seen that much of her character outside of her being a bully that thrives on fear and praise. She could very well be just as much an over dramatic dork as Luz. I don’t even think she knows; she’s been a bully her whole life. What is your personality like when you realize you don’t have to be a bully??? Idk, but that’s why this took me all weekend to write; I really don’t know how Boscha is outside of being a bully. Hopefully we get to see who she is in season 2!!!!!

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hezuart · 4 years

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Evan Magne add. Info

Hey ya’ll! @blueraggdollcat asked me for more info on Evan and his relationships with others, so I thought I’d post my answers publicly for those who are interested!

Vaggie acts like a second sister / borderline mother to him at times. They're very fond of each other, Evan is glad Charlie found someone that makes her happy, unlike her ex boyfriend Seviathan

Evan used to get really dirty and laugh at Niffty's ferocious cleaning as a child, but as he aged he began to clean up after himself and make sure he's well dressed and making as less of a mess as possible which gives Niffty so much relief. Niffty also finds him really cute, totally got the face of a boyband mascot. He’s flattered, but won’t be joining a band any time soon lol. (Niffty also sorta turned him into a clean freak like herself...)

Husker likes Evan. He used to give him milk and leave him in charge of the bar as a baby. As he aged, Husk now serves him alcohol when he requests it and has utmost trust in him. The two have a lot of friendly conversation on warm evening nights after a long, tiresome day

Angel and Evan are best bros. Evan is sort of gender-fluid when it comes to clothing like his sister. Angel is his opportunity to explore femininity and just have a chaotic teenage life he otherwise wouldn't be allowed to have as the Prince of Hell. The two gossip and Evan attends many of Angel's shows. He always gets free tickets

Evan is fascinated with Sir Pentious' tech. As a baby, he would mess around with all the machines which would drive Pentious nuts. All the egg bois LOVED having Evan around, just cooing at them. Sir Pentious was hinted at having a son, so even though he acts annoyed at Evan at first, he quickly comes to cherish the kid and have very awkward dad-humor or forced bonding time with him. As Evan grows, Sir Pentious feels the hollow place in his heart fill up a little, remembering fatherhood and slowly understanding children / the youth a bit more. Sir Pentious is the awkward uncle to Evan. They like eachother despite the awkwardness.

Any friend of Angel's is a friend of hers. Cherri Bomb likes Evan, but he can't exactly say the same about her. Her spunky style and need to explode things unnerve him a bit. He gets along with her, but she tests his patience and makes him very upset / nervous, just tossing bombs and exploding things left and right. He’d probably snap, yell himself hoarse at her as she laughs and teases him. He comes home, his hair a mess, his eyes wide with bags under them, and his pristine clothing covered in soot. It's not a happy sight...

Evan's relationship with "Baxter" would be somewhat similar to Sir Pentious. WHile Evan is fascinated with technology, its not exactly his cup of tea. He likes to hear about it, but he would never actively participate. He sees Baxter as a type of brother to him, one that locks himself away in his room and only comes out if he needs something. They respect eachother's spaces and the two have a silent agreement about it.

Also, I forgot Alastor- Alastor has always been like an Uncle to Evan. He's the reason Evan is always smiling. He learned manipulation tactics and even has a great love for swing music all because of Alastor's influence. Alastor also loves to see him and Charlie. He almost thinks of the two as his own. Because the two are always smiling, they have a silent understanding that... things can be very fake. that there are many insecurities beneath, waiting to crawl their way out of their throats. It's hard work, always having to put up a front and be cruel. So being at the hotel is such a relief to them. Being around eachother... they let their smiles calm a bit. They for once smile genuinely, just being around eachother.

Away from his friends and the Hotel, when it comes to the Overlords, he acts much like his father or mother would. He is cold, calculating, and confident. Even as a baby, he knew better than to act up in front of them. He always needed to keep up appearances for the sake of his family name and reputation.

He'd even threaten some of the Overlords with war if they ever crossed the line, and he damn well means it. Luckily it rarely ever comes to that. Lucifer is proud his son is such a well-composed demon like himself. But Evan doesn't like the favoritism. Lucifer should love Charlie too, but he doesn't, and for that, Evan holds a secret grudge against his father for it.

When it comes to the Helluva Boss characters...

Stolas is someone Evan would be fond of. Stolas is no doubt an evil overlord, but he has a daughter, and can actually be quite sweet to those in his immediate circle. Stolas thinks Evan is the spitting image of his parents and compliments his stature and confidence. He has utmost respect for Evan and surprisingly likes Charlie quite a bit too. "I have a daughter myself, you see. They can be quite a handful, but you can't help but love them all the same." Evan has great respect for Stolas despite his wealth and questionable business practices. Sometimes they bump into eachother during outings or at weird theme parks. They're always happy to exchange "hellos"!

I don't see Evan really meeting or interacting with many of the IMP characters, however..

It's very likely that Evan would bump into Blitzo and Stolas on an outing. Evan isn't exactly clear whether Stolas has a wife or not despite having a daughter, and innocently asks one day "Is this your boyfriend?" To which the two sputter embarrassed and exasperated. Firm denial, teasing confirmation, some bickering later... Evan just watches the two and somehow gets the gist that they'e good friends. Blitzo is quite comical, and his energy comes across as a theater kid, much like his sister. Evan wouldn't interact a whole lot with Blitzo, they'd never be more than acquaintances, but he thinks its cute Stolas can have such a goofy little friend.

Evan wouldn't interact with Loona at all. They'd both just.. sit there, typing away at their phones with boredom. They're both ... for some weird reason... irritated at eachother's presence. But as long as the other keeps their mouth shut and eyes trained on their phone, the cold war between them will remain just that: cold. (Evan might be a little more of a cat person than a dog person....)

Evan would think Millie is a sweet little thing. Quite surprised she could be such a murder machine. He would compliment Moxxie's music, thinking their relationship is shockingly the most healthy in all of hell. I don't think they'd have much interaction beyond that.

Annndddd something else about Evan: a good portion of his personality is on lockdown. He acts all smiley, friendly, chivalrous, and dainty. Always striving for perfection in both his posture and personality. Of course, when in front of powerful demons he also has to act like a force to be reckoned with. While he does get his escape with the staff at the hotel, the pressure of being the prince of hell gets to him. He sometimes gets so exhausted and stressed. He might accidentally lash out at others because of it, especially his sister, who he is the most comfortable letting his guard down. The two rarely, but sometimes curl up, just holding one another as they cry.

Evan's relationship with his sister may seem perfect, but they do bicker sometimes. They do disagree sometimes. Evan doesn't always like his sister's childish attitude in certain situations, and Charlie doesn't like Evan's mightier-than-thou attitude either. But they are still very good to eachother. Its sorta just.. them against the world. They were born in hell. Evan has accepted the fact that he's a demon, but he knows his sister is different. He knows she doesn't belong here. That makes him sad. It shows his bad side a little. He almost wants to force Charlie to stay, stay in Hell with him. So she can't leave.... leave him there alone. Go somewhere else... somewhere better. It's a struggle. He feels slight guilt over it, but his obsession only drives forth his determination more. He wouldn't sabotage the hotel, but he would be damned if he ever let Charlie leave. I doubt Charlie would want to leave him, but Evan knows there are nights that Charlie wants to abandon it all from the stress. He knows she's the one who actually wants to go to heaven. It's the place she deserves to be. But ...

"Oh sister mine... please allow me a little selfishness. You don't belong here, I know. But I can't ever .... bare to let you leave.... "

#text post #ask #evan magne #oc #evanthos magne #hazbin hotel #long post #he gets a little yandere at the end there dlsjgdlfkjg #but his relationship with his sister is strictly platonic btw no incest #also i think.... i dont know if i mentioned what his preference is #but i think he would be ....#a panromantic demisexual?#he also feels on the nonbinary spectrum despite dressing and refering to himself as a guy more often than not #or genderfluid? not sure which just yet #despite his sexuality he's never really felt the need to explore romantic relationships #he finds a lot of other demons unworthy of his attention #he's already had such a big supportive loving family full of friends at the hotel #so he's fulfilled #he doesn't particularly need a romantic relationship in his life and he's content with that

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ms-rampage · 3 years

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Eden’s Gate: Left Behind Chapter 11 - Demons? Of Course!

Warnings: Language, virgin sex, demons.

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: Kate moves on to the next stage of her confession, and atonement which takes a surprising turn. The demons Merihem and Saleos plan their attack on Kate’s friends.

Note: Sorry for the gap between chapters I’m in school. Final exams are coming up. 4 more weeks!!! then I’m on winter break.

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“You are cleansed. You will now move on” John says, kissing her forehead.

Disoriented, and still seeing two John’s.

“Move-Move on?!” she asks, her head spinning.

“Yes my love. You will move on to confession. Confessing your sins” he says, guiding her out of the water.

“S-Sins?” she questions, her mind going at the pace of a snail.

A cold breeze goes by, and it snaps her out of her delusion, bliss state.

Her body begins to vibrate, shaking uncontrollably. Shivering violently.

Crossing her arms to keep herself warm. “Fuck!!!” she mutters, her voice trembling.

John guides her inside the house. “Come on” he says.

He sits her down on a chair, and goes to get her a towel.

She sits there shivering, and probably gonna catch ammonia later.

He comes back, and puts a warm towel around her.

He sits in front of her, “So darlin’ are you ready?!?” he asks.

“R-ready for w-what?!” she asks.

“For your confession” he says, placing his hands on her knees.

She furrows her eyebrows at him “Confession?!”.

“Yes. Your confession. Confessing your sins!” he says, his eyes locked onto hers.

Unable to break eye contact from him, “Now?!” she asks.

“It can be now. It can be tomorrow. It can be this weekend. But the sooner we do it the sooner it’ll be over with” he says, “So what do you say? Hm?”.

She takes a moment to think about it.

“What do you say” he says, softly almost in a whisper.

“Wh-What is the confession? What h-happens?” she asks hesitantly.

He holds her hand in his, and says in the softest voice ever,

“You will confess your sins of course. You will confess every little bad thing you have ever done. No matter how big, small. No matter how petty”.

She stares at him, trying to keep her jaw from dropping open. She looks down at their hands entwined with each other, and closes her eyes for a moment.

“Castiel please hear me. Any angels up there in cloud city please hear my voice. Help me!!!” she prays in her head.

“Darlin’ what do you say?” he asks, caressing her hands.

“I’m okay with this weekend” she says, looking him in the eyes.

He smiles at her, “Excellent” he stands up and goes over to his mantle.

Grabbing a book off of it. A white book with gold around its edges.

He hands it to her, “Here, take this”.

She takes it from him, “Is this a bible?!”, looking up at him.

“It’s my brother's book. Joseph. You met him at the church” he tells her as she flips through the pages.

She nods her head, “Oh right, right. Yeah”.

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A few days later, getting out of class, and driving home.

Kate walks through the front door.

“Hello honey” she greets Morgan.

“Hello sweetie” she says back.

Their way of greeting each other as if they were a married couple.

“Any demons follow you home?!” Morgan asks.

Shaking her head, “Nope, I have my hex bag, so I was off of demon radar”.

She sits down on the couch next to her.

“So how was work?!” she asks Morgan.

She groans, “Suuuper slow!!!, and Holly came by as well”.

Kate groans in annoyance, “What did she have to say?!”.

“She was with a couple of her friends, I think they’re in the Cult. Anyway Alissa said that she heard Holly say a few bad things about you”.

Kate rolls her eyes, “What did she say?!”.

“Uhhh, she said that you were a “Snake in the grass”, a “boring Wyominian girl” and that “you should’ve stayed in Wyoming, or Arizona, or wherever that little freak is from”, and that you stole John from her. Shit like that, and I was gonna confront her about but she was long gone before I could even get into her face”.

Kate scoffs, “She’s a little bitch, I can probably take her ass in a fight.”

Morgan laughs, “I believe you, and she also said that your dog is an ugly bitch”.

Haley lifts her head up as she says this, tilting her head, and barks loudly.

“Holly said that, don't shoot the messenger!!!” Morgan says to the 70Ibs dog.

“I’ll fucking kill her, and also I didn’t steal John from her cunt ass!!” Kate says.

“Speaking of John, how was your date the other night?!?.I forgot to ask you about it” Morgan asks.

“It went really good, sorta. Am I planning on breaking up with him?” she groans in an unsure kind of way. “Yes, I am”.

Morgan’s eyes widened, “Oh shit what happened?!?!”.

“Well he wanted me to be “cleansed”.” she says with air quotes.

“What the fuck does that mean?!?” she asks, confused.

“Like a baptism” Kate answers.

“What the fuck?!?. What did you do?!?” she asks.

“I said yes, and I was cleansed” she replies.

“You said yes?!?” Morgan exclaims.

Kate flinches at her outburst, “Yeah?”.

Morgan sighs, “That is how he gets his followers!!!!!. You have to confess and atone!!”

They say in unison.

“I know the confession part, I just have to tell him my sins” she says.

“Yeah then you atone. He tattoos your sins onto your skin!!!” Morgan says, loudly.

Kate stands up from the couch, her palms start to sweat. Anxiety through the roof.

“Oh fuck!!!. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!!!!” she yells from the top of her lungs, “And I’m seeing him later!!”.

“Shit” Morgan mutters under her breath.”Okay we can pretend we’re not home, or we can go out somewhere!!”.

“That’s a good idea. But where?!?” Kate asks.

“We’ll figure it out” she says.

“I even prayed to the angels, Castiel, Gabe, Raphael, it was an open invite. Nothing!!!” she says.

“Yeah same. Hell I even prayed to Lucifer. Nothing” Morgan replies.

“Well that’s normal for Luci not to reply to prayers, because no one prays to him!!” Kate says.

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Somewhere in the Whitetail Mountains.

Alissa, Sarah, Becky, Layla, Dylan, Kevin and Ryan are setting up their campsite.

“So is it just us?!” Sarah asks.

“Yep just the seven of us” Dylan answers.

“So are Kate, Morgan, Ashley, Ivan, Isaiah, and Wheaty gonna come?!” Layla asks.

“Kate, Morgan I haven’t seen, and plus they don’t respond to messages for some reason. Ashley is working at the jail since she’s still a full on rookie. Wheaty is working with the Militia, and the twins are going to Missoula to visit their family” Becky says.

As they're talking, standing 50 feet away from them, hiding behind the trees.

The demon Kate and Morgan had encountered a few days earlier. Saleos is watching them.

“So Kate Winchester has non hunter friends?!” he says to himself, a grin on his face.

“How interesting” another male demon says.

Appearing next to him with a huge grin on his face.

“So should we make a bonfire?!” Becky asks.

Ryan looks up at the sky, “Not yet. It’s still too early to make it”.

“Well some of us gotta eat, and we have to cook our food!!” Dylan says, sarcastically.

They all turn to Ryan, “He’s got a point ya know” Layla says, shrugging.

Becky, Sarah and Kevin stay back, continuing to set up the tents, while Dylan, Layla, Alissa and Ryan go look for stuff to burn for the bonfire.

“So, we hurt, not kill, the non hunters, and we go after Kate’s little boy toy. On behalf of our king Crowley” Saleos says, “So Merihem do you accept?!”.

Merihem turns to Saleos, “I accept” he says.

“Good, we wait until nightfall. Then Winchester will feel pain. She will learn that you can never leave this life behind”.

“What about John Seed?” Merihem asks.

“I’ll take care of him” he responds, “For now we go after the non hunter humans”.

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Back in Holland Valley

“So what are we gonna do?!?” Kate asks, pacing back and forth.

“We’re gonna leave. Go out somewhere. What time is he gonna pick you up?!?” Morgan asks.

“That’s the problem!!!. He didn’t say!!” she exclaims.

“Fuck!!’ she mutters.

“Can’t we just hide out inside, and not leave. Just close all the windows and curtains. Pretend we’re not home” Kate says.

“We can, we can!! How about we” Morgan trails off, and Kate gets a message on her phone from I wonder who.

“Fuck!!!!!!!!” she yells.

“What, what is it?!?!” Morgan asks.

“John is coming over in a few minutes to pick me up” she says.

“Text him saying that you’re not home!!” she advises her.

As she’s able to text him back, she gets a message from him saying.

“I know you’re home. My men saw you pull into your driveway” - John

“Shit!!!. Fucking shit” she says, “He knows I’m home because some of his men saw me pull in!!”.

“Stalker!!!!!” Morgan yells out.

A few minutes go by, a black SUV pulls up in front of the house, and John walks up the driveway.

Kate shushes Morgan, and the dog.

-knock knock knock-

They stay in silence for a few minutes.

-knock knock knock-

Kate slowly tip-toes to the window, opening the curtain less than an inch.

Sees John, and a few of his men standing a few feet behind him.

She mouths to Morgan, who is sitting on the couch.

“He brought backup”.

Another knock at the door, but this time a lot more aggressive.

-bang bang bang-

“Katie!?! Darlin’ I know you’re home!!” he says, in a singy tone.

“What do we do?!” Kate mouths to Morgan.

Morgan shrugs, “Let's go out the back” she says pointing to the back door.

They grab their stuff, Haley and quietly go out the back gate.

They try their best to be stealthy, but fail to see one of the peggies standing on the far end of her property.

He sees them, whistles loudly, getting John to look back.

Seeing Kate and Morgan trying to sneak off.

“Katella!!” he says, in a teasing voice.

Their backs to him, can’t see their annoyed and angry facial expressions.

“Fuck!!’ she murmurs to herself, and Morgan.

“Oh hey John!!” she says trying not to sound suspicious, “Didn’t hear you pull up”.

“It’s time for your confession” he says, approaching them.

“Ooh right. That was today. Huh, I guess it slipped my mind” she says, totally not in a suspicious way.

“Alright darlin’. Lets go” he says to her, his hand extended out.

“Actually John. Kate and I have things to do. So she’ll have to do her confession another day” Morgan says, pushing Kate behind her.

John chuckles, “You’re a terrible liar Megan”.

“It’s Morgan!!” she snaps.

“Whatever” he responds, “Katie lets go”.

“But I. I can’t g- Okay” Kate stutters in defeat.

She takes John’s hand, but is pulled back by Morgan.

“She’s not going with you John” she says, in her tough voice.

He looks back at her, “Excuse me?!”.

“Kate is not going with you. She’s not confessing or atoning for shit!!” she raises her voice.

His men hold up their weapons, but he immediately calms them down.

“Now, now. No need to get trigger happy” he says, “I can do whatever I want Costello, and if I want to take her. I will, unless you want a problem which you’ll get, if you don’t let her go!!” his voice, so sadistic, and so filled with rage in such a short span of time.

“Morgan. It’s fine. I’ll make it through” she tells her friend.

She hesitates but lets go of her hand.

“She better not having a fucking scratch on her when she comes home” Morgan threatens him.

John smirks, “No promises” and escorts Kate to the SUV parked on the side of the road.

*********************************************

At the John’s Gate.

They pull into a giant warehouse on top of a mountain.

“Where are we?!?!” Kate asks.

“Paradise” he says before kissing her hand. “Follow me”.

They get out of the SUV, and walk to the warehouse.

His men open the giant doors which make a loud rumbling sound.

John takes Kate’s hand, and he walks her through the dark warehouse.

“It’s dark in here” she jokes.

“Just how I like it” he says, with a lustful undertone.

He walks her into some room, dimly lit and also dark.

It reminds her of the time when she was in Hell a few years back.

“A torture room?!” she questions him.

He chuckles, “This is where the magic happens”.

He grabs a metal tool box, placing it on a wooden table.

She breaks the silence, “So. Are you gonna ask me what are my sins?!”.

“In a bit. No need to rush” he responds.

Kate nods, “Alrighty then”, and looks around the dark room.

When she turns to face John, he’s already looking back at her.

“Sin must be exposed so it may be absolved. We must wash away our past” he says, as he slowly approaches her.

“I know your sin” he says, cupping her chin.

She tilts her head to the side, “Do you?!”.

“Yes. Your sin is” he leans in closer to her right ear, and whispers “Lust”.

She laughs softy, and looks down at the floor.

“No need to deny it. I know. Because I also suffer, and carry the burden of Lust. I can see it burning in your eyes” he holds her closer to him, their bodies pressing together.

“It burns into your blood. Almost like an itch” he says, “I can help you set that burden free”.

Kate looks into his eyes, can see the feral lust in them, and it’s begging to come out.

His blue eyes black, dilated and filled with lust.

“Are you- are you being serious?!” she asks, not believing this is real.

“Yes. I want to set you free, and I know you have other sins. I can see them you” he says.

“I can see. Pride. Greed, and Wrath” he sneers.

She looks at him in disbelief, her eyebrows furrowed at him.

He clicks his tongue as a sign of tease.

“I can set you free of them. One. Sin. At. A. Time” he whispers while tracing her lips with his thumb before pulling her in for a deep kiss.

John lifts her up, grabbing her ass, and presses her against a wall.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck.

Kissing, and sucking at her neck. Marking her as his.

He undoes her pants with one hand, and then his.

“John! Wait. Wait John!!!” she exclaims, making him stop.

He looks at her concern.

“I’ve never had-. I’m. A virgin” she mutters.

He chuckles softly, “Well that makes it even more exciting. Let me do all the work”.

He moves her panties out of the way, and slowly shoves himself inside her tight wet walls.

Her scream turns into loud moaning as his hard cock brushes her tight walls.

“Relax” he whispers, “Let me do everything”.

He thrusts in, and out of her.

Her nails digging into his shoulders with every movement.

He moves her away from the wall, and lays her down on a metal table.

Giving himself better access to pleasure her.

Gripping her thighs as he continues to shove himself inside her tight cunt.

His tongue wrestling with hers, biting, tugging on her lower lip.

His moaning echoing throughout the building.

The sound of skin rubbing together echoing off the walls.

John pins Kate’s hands above her head, pulling her closer to him, and continues to fuck the shit out of her tight pussy.

****************************************

The group of friends have their tents all set up, and are all ready to eat dinner.

Laughing, enjoying the night. The stars gleaming, and the moon in its crescent form.

Cooking fish, meat and making smores.

“I wish the others were here” Alissa says, looking up at the night sky.

“Yeah same” Ryan replies.

“We can bring them next time. So all of us can be here” Kevin says.

Several feet away from them, hiding in the dark forest.

The demons wait for them to go to sleep to attack, getting the attention of Kate Winchester.

“Let’s get them” Meriham says, taking a step forward.

“No” Saleos says, putting his arm out to stop him, “We wait until they go to sleep”.

“They’re all right there, we can hurt them now!” he sneers at him.

“No!. We wait until they go to sleep. It’ll be easier” Saleos says to him.

************************************

John’s head buried between Kate’s legs, licking and tasting her wetness.

He loves the sound of her whimpering and soft moans.

Knowing that he’s making her do that.

Making her beg for him. Pinning her down.

His head between her once virgin legs. Taking her purity, virginity and making it his.

“John” she moans softly.

Gripping her thighs tightly, her fingers running through his hair.

His right hand moves up her body, going under her shirt, cupping her breast.

Playing with her erect nipple

He hums between her legs, sending vibrations throughout her body.

“John” she moans again.

He crawls back up her body, crashing his lips with her.

Marking her neck, chest and collarbones. Marking her as his, and no one else's.

“You’re mine now” he says into the crook of her neck.

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secret-engima · 4 years

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A gift thing for @sparklecryptid since thine computer hath died. Been meaning to do this for a while actually, but finally got it down. I call it: In Which Ace meets Tiny Child Nyx, Libertus Is Having a Crisis, and Why Is Cor Wearing Makeup That Looks Like The Scourge.

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Ace should have known his day was about to go weird. It was just- one of those days. Where everything felt strange and the clouds overhead had just a little too much power in their rumble to not have Ramuh lurking somewhere inside them.

Still, it was a nice, if cloudy day outside and he’d had plans to hang out with Nyx and Lib and Selena today for a month now. He wasn’t going to let a bit of uneasy feelings stop him.

He should really, REALLY know better than to tempt fate like that by now.

They were all talking as they walked down the street when there was a- blip. Or glitch. A moment where Insomnia shivered around them and Ace’s magic JERKED like there was a hook in his navel, trying to yank him sideways. It stopped almost as soon as it started, but from Nyx’s and Lib’s cursing, he wasn’t the only one. A moment later Nyx was spinning in place in alarm and Ace felt his stomach drop in cold fear and anger when they realized Selena WASN’T THERE ANYMORE.

They started to search frantically, so caught up in looking that they didn’t notice that Insomnia itself was different for at least fifteen minutes. Not until Ace tried to take a shortcut he’d been using for ages and found a dead end instead. The surprise made him stop short, and once he stopped he became aware of Insomnia’s magic. It felt different. It felt foreign. He could feel it rippling and twitching, poking and prodding at him in a way it hadn’t since the day he first set foot in its walls.

What was going on?

Ace emerged from the alley again, looked around with new eyes and realized that all of Insomnia was … a little bit different. A little tweaked. It was enough to creep him out and make his skin crawl as he grabbed Nyx by the elbow and pointed it out to him. Nyx made a face, and Lib growled low in his throat, “So what in the world is going on? Insomnia couldn’t have just changed. Cities don’t do that!”

“And yet,” Ace drawled despite himself, “here we are, and it’s not like there’s two Insomnias around here.”

Nyx huffed a laugh, “Yeah, that would be something a little too much like an episode of that bad sci-fi show Selena likes to watch. With doubles of us running around or something-.”

Magic flared, spiraled out and twisted like a firework on Ace’s senses, loud and emotive in a way Ace had never felt magic be before as something warped out of nowhere to tackle Libertus, “Lib!”

Nyx reached for his kukri and Libertus flailed as if to grab the thing that had just smacked into him and throw it. Ace did neither only because his magic senses were screeching with the realization his brain was still trying to process as Libertus and Nyx both got a good look at the limpet around Libertus’s neck and … froze.

Flyaway velvet black hair in ratty Ulric braids and big, big blue eyes and a smile that was two parts mischief and one part pure joy, the little boy that looked like he’d come straight out of Nyx’s baby pictures leaned back enough to look at Libertus’s face and gush, “Found you! You’re big! How’d you get so big, Lib?”

Libertus gaped. Opened his mouth, closed it, instinctively raised his arms to support the boy hanging off his neck and rasped, “…Nyx?”

The little boy’s grin grew bigger, “Yeah. Who else would I be?”

Nyx- Ace’s Nyx- made a strangled, garbled sound in the back of his throat that Ace agreed with wholeheartedly. Because this kid looked just like Nyx at that age, and he knew Libertus, but he also had magic clear as day on Ace’s senses (it felt like the bright flare-snap of fireworks and the gurgling rush of jungle waterfalls and the tang of ozone, unique and different from Regis’s magic, or Ace’s).

Another magic, this one tasting decidedly of Regis’s but with more ozone in it, flared in anger-worry-annoyance and all three Galahdians turned to face the person stomping his way down the sidewalk, pushing anyone too slow to move out of his way with one arm while the other supported the child on his hip, “Nyx Ulric get back here you little scrap rat so freaking help me-!”

Child!Nyx just laughed and waved cheerfully at the approaching teenager, “Cor’l! Cor’l look! I found a big Lib!”

The teenager came to a stop in front of them and Ace had a heart attack twice over because one: that was a teenage Cor Leonis glaring at them in confusion and two: his face. It took a moment of horrified staring to realize it was makeup, because it was an almost perfect replica of Ardyn’s face when the Scourge was on full display and it was terrifying.

Then he had a third one because the child perched on Cor Leonis’s hip was Libertus. A tiny Libertus who couldn’t have been more than six or seven, and now that he was looking was that … was that a baby sling over Leonis’s shoulders?

Movement stirred over Leonis’s back and Ace managed a strangled noise at the sight of a little Selena, no more than two years old surely, peaking over Leonis’s shoulder in curiosity.

The teenaged Immortal in Scourge makeup stared at them. They stared back. Then he sighed and held out his free hand, “Nyx. Nyx come here.”

“No.”

A dark scowl made terrifying by the makeup, “Nyx Ulric Lucis Caelum,” he growled, “Come here. That is not Libertus. You should know better than to warp to strangers.”

Little Nyx just clung tighter to Libertus’s neck, ignoring the vaguely hysterical look on Libertus’s face as he pouted, “No. Big Lib. Mine now.”

Little Libertus sighed, looking far too put upon for a small child, “Nyx, no.”

“Nyx, yes.”

Cor Leonis’s eye twitched, then he took a deep breath and eyed them skeptically, “You’re really Libertus Ostium and Nyx Ulric?”

Two very numb nods and Cor sighed, “I thought the city was acting up this morning. Come on, Aulea will probably have an explanation for this and I won’t be able to pry Nyx off with a crowbar at this point.”

Ace opened his mouth, “You’re just- gonna accept this? Adult doubles of two kids and a stranger and you’re fine with it?”

“You’re Galahdians, aren’t you? You’re Clan. Besides this isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. Now come on.”

With nothing really better to do in the wake of the child version of Nyx happily perched in Libertus’s arms, they did.

Ace had a feeling today was going to be a Headache.

(Swapping to HC format for convenience):

-Cor’s Coeurl shows up halfway to the Citadel with Ace’s Selena in tow. No one is sure why they got separated, but she’s here now, and is frankly the only person of Ace’s group handling the situation calmly (sorta. But instead of panic she’s more hyper fixated on BABY NYX. SO CUTE. SHE GETS TO BE THE BIG SIB FOR ONCE YES.)

-Regis knows in an instant who Ace is, Ace wants to know why Regis has a more mild version of Scourge makeup on.

-Also why does he have both an Ulric braid and a marriage braid. Regis isn’t Galahdian w h a t.

-Who is the red-haired Galahdian at Regis’s side, watching them with sharp eyes and also Scourge makeup and ANOTHER COEURL. WHAT.

-What do you mean you’re Vitae, what’s that. What do you mean you were adopted by Galahd. What do you mean GALAHD IS STILL STANDING. W H A T.

-ALSO WHY DO BOTH BBY NYX AND BBY LIB AND BBY SELENA ALL HAVE UNIQUE MAGIC SIGNATURES. WHY CAN BBY NYX WARP. SOMEONE PLS EXPLAIN. AND BRING ALCOHOL. ACE NEEDS A DRINK VERY BADLY PLS.

-Group ends up going to Galahd, which is an angst trip and a half and also a total SHOCK because WALL. MAGIC WALL THAT ISN’T THE INSOMNIAN ONE. TONS OF GALAHDIANS.

-Galahd reaches out her magic to the group the moment they enter this second Wall and Ace almost CRIES at the feel of it. Of a Galahd that is not only unburned but breathing with magic, generations upon generations of magic that have turned the isles to something semi-sentient in their own right.

-Ace does cry when they get to the Sage’s home and its Ardyn, dressed in native Galahd garb, with a cluster of smol magical children around him telling stories.

-Ardyn doesn’t hesitate to sweep this strange Galahdian boy from another dimension into his arms in comfort, his magic reaching out fearlessly to tangle with Nyx’s and Libertus’s as well.

-They figure out how to send them back in like- two days but don’t actually send them back for like- a week because Displaced Galahdians from An Angsty Universe. Must Mother. Must Comfort. Must Cuddle.

-Nyx and Lib spend 90% of the visit with the younger counterpart of their best friend clinging like a monkey to their back because BIG FRIEND. HI BIG SIB FRIEND. Also Nyx just about cries over the cuteness of having a Tiny!Lib trying vainly to Mom Him into being Safe and Reasonable. Lib could bang his head against the wall trying to keep up with a hyper Warptastic child Nyx (he’s never going to complain about the Warptastic adult version again- Warptastic Kiddo Nyx is SO MUCH WORSE-.)

-Ace gets universally Mommed by every Galahdian he meets. He has an entire PACK of Ostium plus Regis following him around in concern. It would drive Ace crazy except they are all projecting love-concern-ours-ours through their magic and its hard to get mad when someone cares that much about you.

-Selena meets Cor’s Bellum wife Adrastia. It’s a match made in Chaos. They get along far too well for comfort. Many things are set on fire. Adrastia offers to share her magic, Ace manages to shut that idea down only because they have to go back to their world eventually and Selena might not cope well with having the magic taken away from her during the return trip.

-All of Galahd plus Regis and Co universally plan to murder some Nifs for the story Ace and the others tell. Of a Galahd that burned. Of a Galahd with no Vitae, no Sage, no protection when Mors pulled back the Wall.

-Nyx gets to meet Callida. Callida is Bursting With Mom Pride and totally teaches him new warp techniques.

-Ace realizes that Cor is universally called “Cor’l” (Coeurl) by Galahd and that it’s not an accent thing and almost dies of hysterical laughter.

#Melodies and Manuscripts #Secret Engima Rambles #Thrown to Wolves verse #royal bastards au #sparklecryptid #xover

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 5 years

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Hey! For the Writing Prompts thing, I'd like to ask for a hand-holding prompt :) with a side of closeted bi Dean please! Throw in online dating if you can! Thank you!

Thank you for the prompt! I enjoyed writing this, except for the part where I had to end it abruptly to fit in the general limit; but it was a great prompt! Here ya go -

Dean Winchester doesn’t do ‘online dating’.

But what he can agree to, while sufficiently drunk and not thinking, is setting up a profile on one of those sites that Charlie says are for gays who aren’t looking to put out on the first date - as long as the Impala is his profile picture.

(They work out a compromise, and @impala67 ends up having Dean on the profile himself, but he’s leaning against the Impala so that’s something.)

Another thing Dean didn’t expect to do was meet men like Castiel on there. Or find himself looking, for that matter. This time, its far from a compromise when they ‘match’ according to the site programming crap, and end up talking - its more like one of the best things that’s ever happened to him.

He even starts using punctuations and honest to god grammar in his texts, so that’s saying something.

Castiel Novak is something of a regular in Dean’s head now, and texting him is easy and fun and when they talk, sometimes he’s laughing at his screen - and when they flirt, sometimes he ends up red, so that’s how it was. It was good. Cas was awesome, and funny, and smart, and dorky, and sorta into him - and Dean was more pleased than he’d expect.

Until, one average grey evening, after a morning of sparsely talking about zucchini fries and Led Zepp - Cas ups and sends him a ’I think we should meet soon’ with a smiley face, and the lack of snark is a reminder of how serious this is - and Dean is so completely thrown off that he reads the message another seven times and then shoves the phone away instead of replying.

It must be noted, right around this point, that Dean Winchester was still an emotionally repressed, closeted asshole who’d probably never said the word ’bisexual’ out loud in general public, ever.

He’s made aware, with equal alarm and surprise, of the intensity of his attraction to Cas freakishly soon, because when Cas hesitantly follows it up with a question tag, Dean’s thumbs are rushing to type out the ’yes’.

Because, apparently, he thinks they should meet soon, too.

Cas insists, coming off as happy, that he’d make the plans for the date. Dean doesn’t put up much of an opposition to that anyways.

So when Thursday comes along, Dean drives to the largest Starbucks on 4th, where they decided to meet, and waits outside in his car for Cas to show up first - still indecisive and fighting with the resolute voice in his head which asked him to ditch, and delete Cas’s phone number, and move to Alaska for good measures.

When its three minutes past seven, his sonuvabitch alter-ego is fucking winning. Some part of Dean is making it impossible to get the car in gear and leave - but it’s getting weaker and weaker. Sure, he’s slept around with men and women alike, enough to be assured of his 'equal preferences’ character - but he hasn’t done this before. Hasn’t been on a motherfucking date with a man. Hasn’t met somebody he’s been texting for almost a month now, at a goddamn Starbucks, for a date. He hasn’t done any of this shit, and he’s freaking out.

But Cas is Cas.

And Dean knows that guy, even though he only has a mental picture of a black-haired Caucasian male to go with it (Cas wasn’t big on descriptions or exchanging selfies anymore than Dean was) and he knows that he’s gonna regret leaving if he does.

So in spite of the fact that it’s probably the wrong decision, Dean for once doesn’t act out in a rush of adrenaline and speed off, but waits.

And then his phone buzzes, and Dean anxiously reads the notification of a new text.

Dean whips his head up to look for Cas, because the message implies that Cas is there already.

>>> you at starbucks already?

Fucking where, Dean mutters to himself, looking around even more keenly. He can’t, for the sake of anything, see someone who resembles his mental image of the guy. Suddenly, everyone has blonde hair and everyone has boobs. No one looks like what Dean imagines the source of that magnificent whiskey-over-gravel voice to look like.

He’s a fucking idiot. He should’ve asked for a photo. For a snap of his fucking passport, maybe.

>>> me too

Dean pauses, sucking in a breath. He doesn’t know what to do, and now the voice in his head is getting louder than ever. Perhaps this was a sign or some of that philosophical Universe crap.

But now’s too late to bail.

Dean should’ve been more of himself (an asshole) to Cas, and he wouldn’t have wanted to meet then. Screw him for bringing out a side of Dean he didn’t know he even had - charming without the disgusting, funny without being obnoxious, interested and not just pretending to listen for the sake of getting laid.

His thumbs did an anxious dance, hovering over his keyboard, wondering how to tell Cas in the most sane-ish way ever, that he thought that they should depart and continue to text and call for the rest of their goddamn lives, if Cas would have him - but just not have to be here at this moment.

But just then, there’s a sound, and Dean could get freaking whiplash as he turns, with a yelp.

A sharp tap on his window.

Followed by a man bending to come into Dean’s line of sight through the frosted window - blue eyes and a jawline, a seven-o'clock shadow and chapped lips - gorgeous and fucking black hair.

He wore a beige trenchcoat, and his somehow blue eyes were widened in surprise and recognition, though Dean knew they’d never seen each other before - because you don’t forget a man who looks like that. He was tall, judging from how low he bent from his hip, and strongly built. He didn’t say a word but “Dean?”, and yep. It was Cas.

Dean sort of slammed his door against Castiel as he scrambled out - all of his thoughts of running away, fading gradually in the backdrop of meeting this man. He was face to face, with a man who’d been making him chuckle and blush and stay awake most of the night - and the man apparently had a handsome fucking face too.

Cas stared back, having to look up a mere inch to meet Dean’s eyes. “Hello, Dean.”

And Dean knew that he wasn’t gonna walk out on this evening, even if Cas’s idea of a good date was gardening.

As the evening goes on, Cas’s voice begins to drown out most of Dean’s insecurities.

He’s fully assured in his capability to freak, and knows that he’ll probably have a passable panic attack the moment he returns to the solitude of his apartment - but at the moment, walking next to Cas, after a lovely dinner at a burger joint - talking and listening and exchanging stories punctuated by private glances; he isn’t really thinking anymore of the fact that he’s on a serious-as-fuck date with a man.

A date that involved dinner, dessert, and now walking. If there was moonlight, and it was a secluded area of the town, it had to be an overlookable event.

Then Cas suddenly turns to him, and his eyes are wide with a new excitement and Dean is intrigued and has to ask. “What, Cas?”

“What are your thoughts on carriages, Dean?” He says, in a voice which is a tad bit softer than his usual baritone.

“Huh?”

“Well,” Cas begins to ramble, and Dean listens with raised eyebrows. “You knowthis is new to me, and I’ve hardly ever dated someone I don’t know like you - but this is you and here we are, and to say the least, this evening is sort of like a surprise dream for a thirty-one years old nonentity in accountancy like me - and it’s been all comfortable and mellow, but I want a spark -”

“It’s not even been four hours yet, and we’ve lost our spark?” Dean threw back, grinning. Cas rolled his eyes, and shook his head - adorably not composed for perhaps the first time.

“I mean, its been a good date, but I want this to be more memorable, and I want us to do something spontaneously that’s not just dinner and walks - and for the sake of saying that we did it someday, and I want that we -” Cas paused, breathless. “Am I being weird, Dean?”

“Nah, you’re being sorta cute.” Dean muttered, only loud enough for Cas to hear. “Go on, you want us to do something impulsive, for no reason?” He can’t help but grin. “Like what, Cas?”

And Cas slowly turns his head, deliberating Dean to follow his gaze to the actual carriage on the road. Its larger than Baby, and has wheels, and is attached to a couple of white horses, and is, all in all, a goddamn carriage.

“So,” Cas mumbled, looking up at him through his eyelashes and making Dean’s chest hurt with the intensity of the throbbing. “What are your thoughts on carriages, Dean?”

“This is ridiculous.” Dean declares, after Cas has climbed up after him, and sat down next to Dean, thighs brushing, looking fucking pleased with the entire situation.

The carriage was goddamn moving. And Dean Winchester was sat in it.

It was a difficult thing to process. Horses were trotting (or doing their cantor thing) and there was a man in a tuxedo sitting a metre in front of them - who’s job was to conduct stupid people like Dean and Cas wherever they want, in his black carriage.

Which looked like it was out of a goddamn storybook.

Dean exchanged a glance with Cas, who’d been steadily beaming at Dean.

“Why?” Dean mouthed, because he didn’t know if he wanted to say anything out loud, since the tuxedo guy in front could hear them clearly.

“Because we’d already walked a long way, and you had to get to your car, to get home.” Cas reasoned, with a grin - and a little part of Dean could roll his eyes but most of him fucking melted because Castiel fucking Novak was adorable, and liked carriages and spoke about what he wanted to do, and needed reassurance that he wasn’t being weird in the middle of a proposal - and made him sit in a real carriage.

Instead, outwardly, Dean blinked twice, and stopped speaking completely.

Okay.

So maybe the carriage wasn’t totally a bad thing. There was some fun in the idea of it, if he could get past the terrifying thought of people who knew Dean, seeing him ride a carriage with a man. If he could get past it, there was the whole element of freaking awesome.

But the guy driving it (can it be called driving if there isn’t a motor, Dean couldn’t decide) was a real fucking issue.

Dean hadn’t even thought about it, really.

The more he spoke to his passengers - starting from the weather, moving to the Mets - the more they came to know that the guy was a hot-blooded homophobic redneck, who genuinely believed Dean and Cas were platonically riding his carriage as bros hanging out - against the alternative of believing that two (sorta) homosexual men were on a date in this scenario.

Frankly speaking, he felt like a goddamn mirror for Dean’s dad - and he hated it with a passion but it closed him up completely.

The guy even looked largely like John.

Silent to the point of hostile, Dean stared out the carriage. Cas carried on a customary, small-talk conversation which sounded uncomfortable.

“…so that’s what I meant when I said, girls really love these carriages, man.” The man guffawed, and when Cas only politely grinned in response, he was silent for a moment.

Dean’s eyes finally met Cas’s.

Cas looked at him, upset. “Do you want to get off?” He whispered, and before Dean could answer that he didn’t mind the ride, but how can you not see the circumstances in which we’re riding this romantic-as-hell thing, Cas - the man spoke up himself.

“What, you want to get off?” He asked, peeping at Dean over his shoulder. “Don’t like the speed? You want me to make it go faster, you know you only gotta ask me once, brother.”

“I’m good.” Dean gritted through his teeth, barely meeting Cas’s eyes again.

“Dean,” Cas repeated, imploring. “I’m sorry, and we can really get off -”

“No, Cas,” Dean snapped. “I’m having a good time.” And it was not bothering him that the driver reminded him of his fucking dad - the infamous John Winchester, who had screwed Dean up in a million different ways, and was the foremost to blame for his current state of closeted asshole-ness, after perhaps himself.

Cas looked disappointed, and Dean hated himself for making the guy frown as upset as that, but he swallowed and let it go.

“You enjoy yourself, dude.” Dean conjured up the most manly voice he could, unthinking.

And the 'dude’ would probably be replaced by ’bro’, if the driver resembled John Winchester anymore than he already did, and okay. This wasn’t a good decision at all. Dean wasn’t ready for this. For any of this.

Alaska was back on the map, and Cas’s eyes flashed with a sensitive vulnerability before turning away.

Awesome. Dean fucking sucked, in more ways than just one.

Having an internal identity crisis, combined with the nagging reminder that Cas didn’t do nothing to deserve Dean, and a recurring flashback of John Winchester calling Dean’s first celebrity male crush at eleven bullshit - plus the fear of accidentally outing himself to a complete stranger who probably walked antimarches from his manner of speaking of politics and culture - topped off by the sexuality issues Dean eternally festered in; it was not a good evening.

Then suddenly, something happens.

Right at the verge of the driver - Ron, he said his name was - probably asking Cas or Dean about the ladies in their lives or some shit - Dean’s phone buzzed.

Absent minded, Dean picked it up, and skimmed through the 3-word-message twice before looking back up at the sender Cas.

Dean gives Cas a look that is supposed to mean a lot of things like, I can’t, because I can’t fucking hold hands in public, especially when we’re sitting behind a man who reminds me of my intensely homophobic dad, even though I know I could take him alone if there rose a need to, but I don’t want that, any of the drama, because its too hard, and that’s why, lets not hold hands though I have a feeling that’d feel real good

But Cas misreads it.

Okay, maybe Dean doesn’t exactly give him the right cue, especially when he moved his hand to an approachable position between both of their laps, and maybe he’s not that good at telling stuff through looks -

Or maybe he didn’t even try to tell him that, and instead went yes.

Because Cas is holding Dean’s hand the next moment, stroking the soft skin of the back of his hand with a thumb, even while Dean’s traitorous heart thumps against his chest and butterflies take over his insides. Dean’s hand is enveloped in Cas’s warm one, palm against palm, and the fact that Dean’s sweaty palm is practically clammy and gross, Cas doesn’t budge, and keeps up the stroking rhythm until Dean’s breathing even again.

He looks at Cas with a look which is most definitely supposed to mean he doesn’t know we’re gay. Why are you -

Now Cas is clearly bad at reading his signs, because he merely gives Dean’s hand a squeeze, and as he relaxes, it’s as if some of the tension settled in Dean’s muscles go away.

Well, at least their hands are invisible when entwined in the dark silhouette of the night.

They get down, next to Baby, pretty soon after that. Dean and Cas split the bill, and Ron goes away.

The pit in Dean’s stomach does not.

“Cas,” He whispers, because he’s gonna do it. He’s gonna say it.

“Yes?” Cas smiles.

“I - I ought to tell you, right a-away,” Dean stammers through his hesitations. “There’s a reason I can’t do this.” Cas’s face falls, but Dean knows he has to go on. “I’m not - I’m not out, Cas. I don’t know if I ever will be. Its just - not a thing on my agenda.” I’m a coward. Also, I was raised by John Winchester. I’ve been conditioned to live with it.

Cas looks surprised, which is surprising too. Dean thought he was fucking crystal clear.

“So, I can’t -” He’s supposed to say, he can’t date him. This is goodbye. “Hold hands.” He finishes, awkward.

“But you just did.”

“Because you -”

“- did I force you to?” Cas looked terrified of Dean’s answer.

Dean leapt to his rescue. “No! That’s because you’re you! And because you texted me - and because I needed to, I dunno what, I just did! But I can’t anymore! Because that guy was - was not okay with it, and no one is gonna be.”

Its when he says it out loud that he realizes how stupid he sounds.

“So Ron wasn’t okay with you holding my hand.” Cas repeated.

Dean nodded, because he was fresh out of words for tonight. It was, in fact, uncharacteristic for him to have said as much as he did. It was Dean. Dean didn’t talk about his feelings. He either rode them through, or repressed them so deep that his wise pain-in-the-ass brother too wouldn’t be able to get at them.

So he shut up, and nodded.

“But did you enjoy it?”

Dean didn’t exactly want to lie, so he nodded carefully.

“So, you’re gonna not do something that you enjoyed doing, because Ron - who I believe stands as a mirror for our heteronormative and largely homophobic society - doesn’t want you to.” Cas pronounced, as if it was that simple.

Dean shook his head at first, then opened his mouth to protest, realised Cas was right, and shut up. He even nodded, deliberately slow and not meeting Cas’s eyes.

“I’m not Oprah, Dean,” Cas went on. “But why do you wanna do that to yourself? You don’t think you deserve to be happy by just doing the thing you want to do, in the first place, without bothering for the Rons?”

Dean squirmed. It was a fucking first date. Cas wasn’t his therapist. He knew him pretty well, but he didn’t know the tip of the iceberg when it came to how screwed up his head was. “Just - don’t, Cas.”

“I know what its like, Dean,” Cas threw back, concern in his eyes. “Why would you think I don’t get it?”

Because you didn’t grow up with John Winchester.

“Can we move on?” Dean dodges. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll hold hands if you want us to.”

And that’s where he goes wrong, because Cas begins to glare at him. Okay, he did not mean to make it sound like that. He wasn’t doing a favor to Cas by holding his hand, Cas didn’t need him to do anything like that. Cas was speaking for Dean’s good and Dean was being a jerk to him in return.

“I don’t -” He fumbles. “I don’t wanna talk about this! I cannot!”

“Fine.” Cas draws back, eyes narrowed. “I guess I should leave then.”

Dean purses his lips.

Don’t?

Stay.

Please.

“Cas.” Dean says, tired.

“Yes?” He bristles.

Please don’t stop texting me.

Maybe we can get back to my apartment and hold hands.

I want you to stay.

“Can I drop you home?”

“Do you really want to do that right now?” Cas blinked.

“I want to do this.” Dean replied. “But I’m not ready to come out yet, and can you take that?”

Cas hesitates. Dean balks. Then Cas nods. “As long as you allow me to help you through it.”

“I need it,” Dean accepts. “Thank you for respecting my, uh, crap.”

“Boundaries.” Cas prompts.

“I’m sticking with crap.”

Dean kisses him off his own free will, outside his apartment, and decides that its worth working on, if it means getting to hold hands with, and kiss this man all the time - rather than just when alone.

Its gonna be a long journey. Its gonna be complicated and Dean’s gonna fall on his face and flail. But he’s gonna have Cas at his side, and he’s gonna do it.

And its gonna end with him holding hands with Cas, and marching through fucking Kansas proudly.

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Apparitions, Scene 6: Nightmare Characters: Raffle/Wenzel ( @the-valiant-valkyrie ), Incisura/Wren (me) Words: 1763 Archive | 1 2 3 4 5 6

That’s what happens when you’re exposed to nightmare fuel!

Wren was sitting at their couch, staring blankly at the wall. Their phone was held loosely in their hand, hanging off the edge of the couch. The screen darkened at another tap. They felt... detached. Tired. The shadows seemed to dance at one moment, and be perfectly normal at another. They should just... sleep....

“Wren??” Wenzel was only semi-confident in the fact that he actually had the right address (despite literally having a map in front of him on his phone, he was never good with direction), but he certainly pounded on the door as though he were the most confident man in the world,

“Wren you better be alive in there! Don’t make me find a half open window!”

Something pressed at the corner of Wren’s awareness, but... The phone slipped out of their hand, clattering to the floor as they slumped to the side.

“WREN! C’MON OPEN UP! DON’T MAKE ME CALL THE COPS I DON’T LIKE THEM TOO MUCH-!” He sighed. This was going to be more difficult than he’d like it to be...

Just as he threatened, he began looking for anything to help him ‘break in’ (it’s not breaking in if it’s a medical emergency) ⥎

Whispers.

.̴͓̇.̷̢͋.̶͇̈́

It was dark. Endless.

̷̢̛-̶̪̊n̷̛͔.̶̳̆.̵̱̄.̷̟͌.̷̹͠

But... not empty.

̴̠͠W̸̤̽r̸͇̆ḙ̷̇ṉ̶̀.̵̗̅.̵̮̆.̶̟͗ ̷͍̉W̶̊͜r̸̥̈́a̴̛͇ị̷͝t̴̗̏h̷̻͝.̴̤̑.̷̨̽.̷͛ͅ

They jerked in their sleep.

̸̱͌T̸͎̊h̵̘̕e̵̯̎ ̵̞͘s̵̪̓h̶̯̚a̸͖̍d̷͍͒ő̶̠w̴̒ͅs̶̫̀ ̶̜͋i̸͙͘ń̵̯v̶̼́i̵̟̽t̸̥̀ẽ̷͜ ̸͙̄ỳ̷̳o̴͝u.

...Dance for us.

⥎

Wenzel waltzed around the house a moment, looking for any way to get... In. It wasn’t as though he was skilled in breaking and entering- that was more up a villain’s alley, and he... Could barely be considered some sort of a hero.

He rapped on the windows, pulling on each one in an attempt to find one that was loose or unlocked.

One was, indeed - it just so happened to be one in view of the living room. Wren was lying on their side, splayed on the couch. Their hair hid their face, but their fingers seemed to be twitching.

“I even said- I even said, ‘Wren you idiot don’t go to sleep’. I take ten minutes to go over there and what else are they doing-” He fumbled with the window for a little bit, slipping his body in little by little and just hoping no one was around to call any sort of security

They rolled over a bit, hair slipping away from their face. Their eyes were scrunched up, as if they were in pain - but they made no sound.

"Wren-!" Wenzel fumbled a little as he hit the floor (though if anyone were to ask he's simply explain with confidence he took a skilled roll), but pulled himself back onto his feet with no delay, clapping a few times in the poor fool's ear,

"Wren, c'mon. Wake up." Every syllable punctuated with yet another clap.

One moment, Wren was prone. The next, they had Wenzel's wrists gripped tightly in their hands, wide eyes locked onto his face.

"Woah jeez-!" He flinched almost automatically, trying to wriggle his hands free from their grip,

"C'mon, Wren, it's just me-! I told you not to sleep didn't I? Look at you- you're a mess!"

Their grip loosened slightly, and they blinked. The tension bled from their shoulders slowly, awareness coming back to them piece by piece.

"Wenzel...? I..." Their eyes flicked to their hands and they jerked back, letting go immediately. "Ack! I'm- sorry-"

"Yes, its Wenzel." He finally wormed his wrist away, rubbing it for a second or so,

"And what did I tell you, huh? I said not to fall asleep, aaand you did. You did fall asleep. You could have gotten possessed or something-! Or turned into sludge!"

Wren grimaced. "It was strange, alright? I might even argue that I was under the influence of whatever that stuff was. I couldn't seem to stop myself." They rubbed absently at their chest. "And I feel like... I feel like I saw something. Heard something. Just now. When I was asleep."

"Yeah..." Wenzel looked them up and down suspiciously, as though he'd find anything of notice of concern on his person,

"Yeah you need to go to the doc or something on that."

Wren pouted petulantly. "I am a doctor! Who would I even go to? Do you know someone that might know about this?"

"You can't doctor yourself, that's not how doctors work." He pressed a hand to his forehead in exasperation,

"I mean... I might know a guy who knows a guy?"

"Hmmrrgghhhhh...." They put a hand on their head. "I guess I'm not really in much of a place to argue."

They sighed. "Alright, fine. Who's this person who you know knows?" Wenzel gestured to the couch again, pushing Wren back a little,

"At least make yourself a little comfortable; I could get you some water or something. 'V got half a sandwich on me. If we're gonna chat you might as well stay stable- you've got aspirin?"

They sunk into the cushions of the couch. "Ah... yes. I'm not very hungry, don't worry about that. I've got water in that filter and aspirin in the cabinet- I can go grab it-"

Wenzel could be heard from the other room, fumbling around with glasses and such while he tried to make himself at least somewhat useful,

"So, uh, you know that neat little electronic repair place? Cool little joint not too far away from the bus station, ever took a peek in it before?"

Wren had already taken a bite out of the sandwich. "Mmm. Prh'ps?" They hummed thoughtfully, swallowing before they continued. "I tend to use modern technology. But I think I've passed by a few times. Is the person you know there?"

"Yeah. He's a real friendly sort once you get passed all the sorta gruffness he sprinkles about just a little. Doesn't really get a lot of business, so I don't really know what he does half the time, but I've reason to believe he's got maybe a couple of connections. You know how those non talkative folk are; they know all sorts of things."

Wren snorted. "Sprinkles. And connections, huh? I suppose it's worth a shot. Do you trust him?" They peered at Wenzel, one eyebrow raised as they took another large bite of the sandwich.

"I don't talk to folks I don't trust." He shrugged, leaning over to steal a piece of cheese hanging a little off the edge of the bread. After all, it was originally his sandwich,

"Once you really get to know him, you sorta can't help but trust him. Not that he looks trustworthy- he's just not not a good liar, and he knows it."

Wren's eyes followed the piece of cheese, expression revealing nothing, before they gave a soft laugh. "Heh. Sounds like an interesting guy." They started to get up, "Shall we go now, or-"

"Are you in any condition to go now? I mean look at yourself." He gestured vaguely at Wren's entire person, "You freaked out when I tried to wake you up. Not to mention you were twitching all over the place like some poor piece of roadkill-"

They sat back down. "Ngh." They looked like the admission pained them. Their eyes flicked to Wenzel, "and you're sure you haven't felt anything?"

"No, because I'm not the one who eats blood and sticks their whole nose in suspicious black goop."

"Ughhhhhh." They flopped an arm over their eyes. "I've never seen anything like it! And Winter! She should have been dead! I wanted to know what was going on with all that gunk."

"We don't even know what the stuff is yet, and not to mention how that freaky lady just melted into it all of a sudden... And those bad sensations it was giving off was just terrible." He could have shuddered, but refrained,

"Whatever it is, it's bad news. With a capital B and an N."

Wren was silent for a moment. "When... when I was asleep. The voices I heard. I... it's not clear, and it evades the conscious grasp of my mind." They lifted their arm. "But it felt like... They were calling to me." They looked towards Wenzel. "Perhaps... not unrelated."

"Calling to you..." his brows furrowed, and he tugged nervously on his bottom lip with his teeth,

"I... I'd say that's not good... But most assuredly not unrelated... Otherwise you'd seriously need to see a doctor."

They laughed nervously. "Ah, goodness! It's like this gunk is made to drive you insane!"

"I certainly hope not..." He swallowed, dryly, "Imagine how... Dangerous that sorta thing could be for the city."

"... That's true." Their eyes narrowed. "I must... investigate... later..." They muttered under their breath.

"Yeah, you... You're really not looking so hot..." He suddenly stood up, picking at one of his nails,

"Lets, uh... Tell you what, huh? As much as I'd love to chill here and make sure you don't kill yourself, I've gotta go to work in like..." He checked his phone (which was dying again, he noted), "Thirty? Forty minutes? So here's what we'll do, huh? Since you don't look to be in any condition to do anything whatsoever, you can just chill here and nap. But set like, an alarm on your phone for every hour. That way, if something happens, you won't be sitting around dying or hearing any more whispers, or whatever fever dream stuff happens then-"

Wren gave another snort. "Alright, alright, you mother hen. I can take care of myself, don't worry. I'll do as you say." They set their alarm on their phone to every hour. "Now, go do your thing. Don't let me keep you." They waved a hand at him.

He shoved his phone in his pocket, taking one look back at his accident prone friend,

"Don't die. If you start to, call like, the police or something? Or me? Even though I'll be at work I probably won't be able to come- but then at least I can call the police-"

"I will, I will! Go do your work. Be a responsible citizen. I will be resting. Oh, and tell me whenever you want me to meet that electronics guy."

"I'll text you-!" He called back, hopping carefully through the window again (it was easier than unlocking the door- and besides, Wren'd have to get up to lock it again). He'd never think, of all his friends, he'd be one of the most responsible.

Wren watched him go, before flopping back on the sofa. Well. Into darkness, then.

#don't starve #super au #story #writing #rp #rp log #my art #wenzel #raffle #wren curtis #incisura #apparitions

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ladydragonhawke · 5 years

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The Lesser of Two Evils

Season 15 fanfic starting exactly at the ending of Season 14.

For anyone who would like to have an easier reading experience here’s the link to the story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20647562/chapters/49157945

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 14

CHAPTER 3/? WIP

Summary: Cas has an itch that needs scratching, but to do so requires the help of someone he would rather not involve.

Chapter 3: Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door

In the war room alarms were sounding loudly again as the lights on the walls and table blinked frantically.

“Um, what does that mean?” Claire asked gesturing to the light show that was happening.

Sam was already on top of the computer and the readouts it was giving, while Dean searched for the off switch. Two headaches in two days is just too much at this point. After finding the correct group of switches Dean flicked them on and off, thereby shutting off the alarms. Alex ran past him to what he assumed was to check on the patient. Dean sauntered to the side of Sam as he tried to make out just what the computer was freaking out about.

“According to this, there was a massive celestial event that just happened. Let me compare it to the readouts from earlier.” Sam grabbed the pile of printouts that were near him on the desk, good thing he didn’t throw them away yet. Dean started up the stairs leading out of the front door.

“Hey! Be careful! I can’t make out what happened yet!” called Sam as he was torn between going with his brother or trying to make sense of all the numbers and degrees printed on either paper. Without even a moment passing by Dean came running back into the main room like a kid at Christmas.

“THE SUN IS BACK!” Dean shouted at the top of his lungs. Sam dropped the papers and ran up the stairs behind Castiel and Jack who were already halfway up themselves. Everyone filed out of the door in front of the Bunker to look up at the sun. Castiel glanced at his watch then back up as if tracking its accuracy. The rotation of the Earth was back to normal as well.

“Why would he do that?” pondered Dean, “Why would he bring it back?”

“So soon too?” Sam added.

“I have no idea. Let’s just be glad it is back, for now.” Castiel grumbled as he turned to return into the Bunker. One by one everyone filed back into the Bunker leaving only the older gentleman, the young clerk from the gas station, Sam, and Dean.

“Do you think it’s safe to go back?” asked the older man.

“Not sure, but you’re welcome to stay if you like. You and?” Sam gestured toward the young lady to reveal her name.

“Sarah. Sorry, it has been kinda hectic, what with God and all.” She stared at the ground realizing the ridiculousness of what she’s saying, and how it sounds.

“I have a grandchild I need to check on. Can’t leave him to this mess. He has his father, but he ain’t worth more than two pennies to rub together.” The old man grumbled.

“I need to get back too, I’m worried about my brother Ben. Our dad was in the Marines and I’m sure the ‘fort’ held but…” she trailed off in thought as she looked out toward the main road.

“Well, we’ll give you some supplies and a car you guys can have to get back to town. If you run into any trouble with those zombies, run. Don’t fight them.” Sam made it a point to look directly into each of their eyes to further drive the point home.

“Trust me, after what happened earlier, we won’t. Fight I mean.” Sarah corrected. She was justifiably nervous, but Sam was hoping with a bit of light instruction and some quick pointers she should be ok. He hoped. He guided them back inside leaving Dean outside thinking to himself just what in the hell happened. He couldn’t quite get over how in one minute the sun was completely gone, and within a few hours it was back again as if nothing had happened. “What is Chuck planning?” After about ten minutes or so to think to himself, he decided to worry about it later, right now he wanted to pop in on the invalid and see where she was at for recovery. She seemed like the fighting type; Dean liked those with a bit of backbone.

As Dean shut the door behind him, he could hear a crackling noise coming from the war room and as he looked out over the bannister Rowena popped into view holding onto quite a few of her precious tomes. It seemed she had escaped quite a kerfuffle wherever she blew in from.

“Rowena, how’s tricks?” Dean asked with a slight smile. He liked ruffling her feathers when he could. She turned to give him a sneer but thought it best to fake a smile as she set down her tomes onto the center table.

“I was…” she gasped as she laid down her largest tomes with a thud, “Bombarded at my flat!” She exhaled forcefully as another wrapped stack thudded onto the table, leaving a small bundle under her arm as what was left. “Did anybody bother to warn me the dead were rising from their grave?” She set the smaller bundle on top of the larger set as she flopped into the nearest chair, looking exhausted. “Not to mention the sun disappearing, and then reappearing before our very eyes?” She raised her hand to shake a boney finger at Dean, “Please don’t tell me you boys are the cause of all this?” Just then Sam walked into the room seeing Rowena pointing a long finger at Dean.

“Hey Rowena, didn’t hear you come in.” Sam stuttered.

“Aye Sam, nice to see you too. Now will someone please tell me what is bloody going on?” She looked back and forth between Sam and Dean. Dean coughed and tapped Sam on the shoulder. “I’ll leave her to you, I’mma go check on our wounded.”

“Right.” Sam scoffed.

Dean escaped from the room as quickly as he could, he did NOT want to receive the foul words she was bound to spew when she heard it pretty much was all them. Kinda, sorta, not really, honestly if Chuck planned on it going this way was it really their decision? He shook his head to rid himself of going down that rabbit hole. That was one hole he didn’t like exploring. He entered the infirmary to find Alex using a stethoscope to try to find a heartbeat.

“Whoa, whoa. Did she die?” Dean stopped halfway between her and the door waiting for an answer.

“No, her heartbeat is just so…. faint.” She removed the pieces from her ears and returned the stethoscope to dangle around her neck. “Frankly there’s not much else I can do for her. She’s got another blood bag and a few more saline and the wound should be better soon. But it’s like…” she paused not quite sure if she wants to say it out loud.

“Like what?” Dean inquired giving the stranger a look over. She was pale and seemed at ease in her sleep.

“Like… she’s in a coma.” Alex whispered.

“How long do you think?” Dean asked taking a seat on the bed next to the patient.

“Not up to me. I don’t think it would hurt to have Cas or maybe Jack…” she stopped at the sight of Dean giving her a hard look of no, “or not Jack.”

“Rowena is here, maybe we could have her give her a once over.” Dean proposed.

“Sounds good to me. Well, I’m going to have a long shower, care to watch her for a bit? If she wakes up just come get me, ok? Not that I think she’s going to wake up right now but…” She sighed, “you never know.”

“Roger that. Enjoy your shower.” Dean took out his phone to find one of the many games he had installed on it, the internet and phone services may be down but that wasn’t going to stop him from distracting himself from his thoughts. He pulled up one of the many iterations of Candy Crush and began his latest level. He didn’t get too far till he heard light heels tapping on the floor toward him. He turned to find Rowena walking slowly toward him, eyeing both him and the unconscious lady in the bed in front of him.

“So, this is her. The odd woman.” Rowena straightened as the reached the foot of the bed of the woman in question.

“Yep.” Affirmed Dean as he tucked his phone back into his back pocket. He’ll finish that level later.

“Sam mentioned what might’ov happened to her. I suppose you boys think I should give it a go?” she looked at Dean for confirmation.

“Alex did mention, before she took off to take a shower, that it seems like she may be in a coma.” Dean recited, albeit a bit haphazardly.

“I’ll start with scrying then. Get the general idea of what’s going on.” Rowena rubbed her hands together as if to warm them up, then when she felt she had sufficiently raised her awareness she floated her hands above the strangers’ body starting at the feet. Dean had watched her preform this action a few times with Jack in place of the invalid. Dean didn’t want to think about that, so he focused on the slight humming sounds and slight twinges of movement from Rowena. Her humming started out calm and collected then as she neared the head, she sounded a bit frazzled and the notes sounded off-key.

“What’s up?” Dean wondering just what was with the odd humming.

“Well, I’m not quite…” she slowly breathed out as she searched a bit deeper “sure dear. Usually I can find a persons’ soul or being rather quickly, but…” she moved her hands to hover over the strangers’ heart, “it’s almost like I’m at the door knocking to be let in but, no one is answering.”

“So, she has no soul?” Dean questioned, confused with her analogy.

“Oh, she has one dear it’s there, but it’s just completely blocked off for some reason.” She moved her hands back down to her feet to finish the ritual. “Like she doesn’t want anyone poking their nose where she won’t want.” She held her hands in each other as she gave the girl another once over with her eyes. “The only thing I can do is give her a healing spell for the wound. I could try a waking spell, but I fear the after-effects may upset her more.” She looked at Dean who didn’t seem too pleased at the sound of that and he sighed as he rose to his feet.

“Well do what you can. Make sure if she wakes up to let Alex know. I’ll go tell her you’re on top of it. See if she needs a nap or somethin’.” Dean patted Rowenas’ shoulder lightly and walked out of the infirmary through the other door.

Rowena sighed as she looked at the strangers’ face that was starting to show some color. “Now it’s just us girls.” She sat on the bed next to the stranger as she prepared herself to preform a healing spell that rose in intensity as long as the caster was willing to pour as much energy as they wanted. She breathed deeply for a few minutes to quell any insecurities she may be harboring. The issue that this woman was able to completely block her from even getting a general feel of who this person is, was more than aggravating to say the least. This just made her more interesting to Rowena, like a rubix cube that looked nearly complete but with only one square out of place. The solution would be roughly simple, but it would take some time. Rowena extended her hands outward from her body hovering just a few inches above the area where the wound was. She could see it in her minds eye, the rough stitch work that was holding quite a few flaps of skin onto each other. The small holes that couldn’t quite be stitched due to the lack of skin in those particular areas. She probed a little deeper, the muscles in her entire lower side were a complete mess, a large chunk was missing entirely and some of the sinew was connected to nothing. She pushed deeper, but for some reason she couldn’t, as if the body was rejecting her, forcing her to return to the muscles. She took a deep breath and delved against the force of whatever was barring her. Without too much pressure she was finally able to see some of the damaged organs; a kidney was nearly on its last legs, a badly bruised hip bone, and large chunk of her colon was missing, but other than that she couldn’t see too much else.

“There, was that so hard?” She sighed content with herself and her abilities. She still couldn’t figure out how or why this persons’ being was fighting against her so much. She added that to the list of questions she intended to ask her when she awoke. Starting from the kidney she began the healing process; it didn’t take too long to get it into acceptable standards. When she returned to the muscles to try to mend them back to their original places, she could feel a slight pull on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to find a young black-haired woman standing next to her.

“Alex, I presume?” Asked Rowena, never fully dropping her healing spell. The distraction could hinder it, but she was more than capable.

“Guilty as charged. How’s she doing?” Alex asked while pulling up a chair to the end of the bed.

“She’s… interesting.” Rowena teased.

“I’ll say. Any other person with wounds like this would’ve died from the blood loss alone.”

“It’s odd…” Rowena started, pausing as she mended the majority of muscles leaving some of the other ones to heal by themselves. “I’ve never had to fight this hard to heal a person.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” She slowly tapered off the healing aura thinking this was enough for the moment. “when I try to do anything, I get forced back. Under normal circumstances this is an entirely somewhat easy process.”

“But she’s not normal.” Alex gave her a knowing look, as if someone finally realized something she’s known for a while now.

“Quite.”

Rowena looked at the strange woman in wonder, she’ll have so many questions for her. As night fell everyone was exhausted from what a nightmare of a day they all equally shared. Alex resigned to let Rowena babysit the comatose stranger while she went and got some shuteye. Claire, Donna, and Jody all went into their respective rooms and crashed. Dean and Sam were left alone with Castiel and Jack in the main room continuously trying to get any news from the outside. Castiel was trying in vain to reach anyone in heaven, but it was as if no one was left to answer him. He was beginning to feel extremely uneasy; he knew if there were no angels left to keep heaven functional, the souls would be lost. He looked at Sam and Dean as they were trying to get the router working for the fifth time to see if they could get any internet. He needed to check on things, but he didn’t want to leave Sam, Dean, and Jack. He took a deep breath as he steeled himself for the inevitable pushback he was going to have.

“Guys, I need to go to heaven.”

Dean dropped what he was doing and spun around to face Cas with a mixed look of confusion and annoyance. “Um, what?”

“Look, I still can’t get anything from anyone up there, if there aren’t any angels in heaven, we won’t have just the souls that broke out of hell to deal with.” Castiel sped through every word knowing if he didn’t get it out it would never get a chance to again.

“Right, did you forget about the massive hoards of undead that are out there?! Not to mention the demons from Hell that are loose all over the frickin’ world! You’ll get torn to shreds!” Dean half-shouted, having to stop himself realizing people are trying to sleep.

“I realize that, but this is something I can’t just leave alone. Not when…” He paused looking to Sam for some kind of backup. “not when I can do something about it.”

“I’ll go with you.” Jack interjected, jumping out of the chair he was lounging in.

“No. Out of the question.” Castiel stopped him with an outstretched arm.

“I can help! I know where the door is.” Jack was beginning to get justifiably frustrated. He couldn’t stand being treated like a child. “I can fly us there and back.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Pipped up Sam. Dean did a double-take and gave him a look of shock then disgust.

“We still don’t know if he’s even capable of doing all that. He was dead today, not like that stops us much anyway, but still. I say no, it’s too soon.” Dean folded his arms onto his chest. “We’ll come up with something else.” Sam knew this was his usual signal that he wouldn’t budge, but Sam knew if anyone could change Deans’ mind it was him.

“Dean, he’s already shown that he can use his powers without injuring himself. He healed me and blasted all those walkers when we picked up the girls.” Sam knew the implications of what could happen if they left the bunker, but he had faith in Jack and Cas. He knew if things went south in any way, they would fight like mad to get out and back to them. “They could just fly to the door and if things look sour, they’ll just fly back.” He looked Castiel in the eyes as if saying this to him as an order, of which Castiel and Jack both acknowledged.

Dean keeping is arms crossed and his head held high was trying not to show outwardly that he was actually considering this half-baked plan. But they’ve done more with less. And as much as he hated the idea of Castiel and Jack leaving his side so soon he was very concerned about the souls in heaven, including Mary and John. He mulled it around in his head and gave a look to Sam that meant, I’m weighing my options here.

“Fine, but if things look bad. At all. You come right back. Got it?” Dean pointed a finger at Jack that was between anger and love. He wouldn’t dare admit the ladder at the moment.

“Yes sir.” Jack replied, trying to hide a smile at finally being allowed to do something. He and Castiel stepped back from the center table and gave Sam and Dean one last look before disappearing.

“If he so much as gets a papercut I’m…” Dean started but didn’t dare finish, the thought of him being hurt at all was a thought he’d rather not address.

“I know, me too. Let’s get some rest huh?” Sam gave Dean a comforting pat on his shoulder to break him away from his thoughts.

“Sounds good.” Dean grunted as they both made their way to their respective rooms. Leaving the main room silent besides the few blips and beeps from the computers still running and collecting data.

Castiel and Jack jerked into reality in front of the sandbox that masqueraded as the door to heaven. The evening sky was dark, nearly devoid of stars either due to the light pollution, or the fact it was The End. Castiel did a quick sweep of any and all possible life forms in the area that could interfere with entering into Heaven. It seemed odd, there weren’t any undead or demons that he could sense. “Are they being deterred by the door of Heaven?” Thought Castiel as he stepped toward the sandbox. The hidden runes in the sand lit up, leaking an inviting glow into the air around them. Jack was just as confused about the lack of evil dead in the area and decided to try his own search, which came up fruitless, yet there was this nagging feeling that something was off.

“Come on Jack, let’s make this as quick as possible.” Castiel held out his hand inviting Jack to join him in the sandbox, only they weren’t going to be building sandcastles.

Within a flash they were sent up into the winding hallways of Heaven. Immediately things seemed bleak. The lights were flickering on and off frantically leaving hardly a second of light to be shown. The hallways themselves seemed like some beast comprised of dark smoke writhed against the walls. Fearing the worst Castiel ran to the throne room, with a confused Jack in tow. Upon entering the room, he found Naomi sitting in one of the chairs next to Chucks’, her head in her hands but seemingly alright.

“Naomi, what happened here?” Castiel asked knowing his presence wasn’t exactly welcomed still within Heavens’ circle. He kept his distance to the doorway.

“It came to deliver a message.” Naomi muttered, not raising her head.

“What came?” Jack asked.

“The Shadow.” Her head slowly raised to look at Jack with a face bursting with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, fear, hate, love, there wasn’t one you could pinpoint but it pained Castiel to see her in this way.

“It wanted me to deliver a message to you two.” She rasped holding everything within her to not lash out at the two of them.

“What was the message?” Jack asked. Castiel already feared he knew the answer but there was something else driving this emotion she was carrying, and he was afraid to dig any deeper.

“This. Changes. Nothing. Not even THE END.”

The room fell eerily silent, Castiel swallowed the lump in his throat. He already figured that, but what drove The Shadow to deem ravaging Heaven as a necessity? Was it because it is The End?

“Where is everyone?” Castiel finally broke the static that was starting to grate on his ears.

“Dead.”

“How?!” His hands balled into fists… All my fault.

“Did you not see the hallways? How do you think?!” She choked back a sob.

I let this happen, how could I let this happen?

“It’s over.” She returned her face into the palms of her hands. “Heaven is done.”

“I could make…” Jack was interrupted with a terse glance from Naomi.

“It wouldn’t be enough.” She hissed.

Mustering up all the courage he could Castiel took a step and knelt in front of Naomi, and softly placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t flinch or shy away, what would be the point?

“In the few years that I’ve been able to spend living with the humans, and the family I gained from joining them. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in existence. You are family to me as well, always have been and always will be. And with my family on earth there’s something one of them said when things were at their bleakest, when the sky was raining down and we felt all hope was lost.” Naomi raised her head to look into Castiels’ caring eyes, she was so tired and should hate him with every fiber of her being. He was the one who left. Yet in this moment she didn’t feel hate, or fear, or loss. She felt broken and numb as if everything inside her wanted to give up and let the pieces of her scatter into nothing.

There’s a tradition with Japanese pottery that has been handed down for generations. When a teapot or cup is broken, rather than throwing it away and purchasing or making a new one, they affix it back together. They use a method called Kintsugi otherwise called “golden joinery.” This technique employs a special tree sap lacquer dusted with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. Once completed, beautiful seams of gold glint in the exposed cracks of ceramic, giving a one-of-a-kind appearance to each “repaired” piece. This unique method celebrates each artifact’s unique history by emphasizing its fractures and breaks instead of hiding or disguising them. In fact, Kintsugi often makes the repaired piece even more beautiful than the original, revitalizing it with a new look and giving it a second life.

“Keep grinding. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how hard it gets, you gotta keep grinding. And that’s how we’re gonna win.” Castiel took her hand in his and helped raise her to her feet. “We keep fighting, together.” They weren’t quite the perfect words he was aiming for, but a dear friend… no, a family member had said it, it quelled his dark thoughts in his time of need. He hoped it had done the same for Naomi.

As Naomi stood slowly taking in the words Castiel said while gripping his hand tight, a little piece of her that she thought she had lost in the chaos seemed to reappear. A sense of duty, no… it was rather a sense of longing, for what she wasn’t sure. To make things right again? To get the angels back somehow? To get Heaven in working order again?

“What do I do?” She asked still unsure if she was even allowed to ask such a question.

“What’s the first thing that needs to be done here in order to keep the souls of Heaven from falling back to Earth?” Castiel inquired.

She looked at him in confusion, he knew the state of it all and what was to happen next. Why bother asking a question that he already knew the answer to?

Wait!

“Come with me.” She stood up straighter. Her vessel was an utter mess, but she couldn’t bother to give it a thought now. This task was more important. Hell was already loose upon the Earth, measures needed to be taken to ensure the souls of Heaven weren’t lain waste to the beasts from below. There was only one option left and there was only one being capable but the only way to find said being was through a rather large magnifying glass, one only God or his angels could access. “It’s a long shot, but if anyone can do it, it’s these two. I’ll assist in anyway I can, even if I have to…” She led them winding down multiple endless hallways, Jack was doing everything in trying to keep up with them. Then without warning the hallway suddenly opened up into a massively expansive stark white room, it had no windows or doors, but judging by the minimal shadows that their vessels gave off one could tell the walls were not 90-degree angles. The floor slopped downward toward the center where it flattened out making it easier to stand. It was as if they were inside a dewdrop.

Naomi turned to face the two boys as they were getting their bearings.

“I haven’t seen this room since…” Castiel started, “But why are we here? This is just the Observatory. And if I recall correctly this room requires a massive amount of energy to function. The last time it was on was…”

“Just after creation. When God disappeared.” Naomi finished. “I’m well aware.” She paused knowing what needed to be done next. “Stand there Castiel, Jack I may need your assistance.”

“Wait!” Castiel raised an arm to stop Jack. “First you have to tell me why. And another thing, I will not allow him to die for this.”

“He won’t Castiel, you have my word.” She reached a hand toward Jack giving him a loving smile. “Castiel your job will be to find Amara.”

“What!?” He shouted, “How will that even be possible? We couldn’t even find Chuck with this, and you believe it will find Amara?”

“I have faith.” She smiled, still extending her arm as she patiently waited for Jack to be released from his fathers’ grip.

Slowly Castiel released his grip on Jack, but not before pulling him into a fast embrace.

“No matter what happens, do NOT use your soul. Do you understand me?” Castiel pleaded fighting the urge to pull himself and Jack and run back to the Bunker.

“I won’t. I promise.” Jack said shakily, the shock from the sudden embrace raising his apprehension as to what will happen next.

Castiel released Jack lingering one hand on his shoulder until Jack left it entirely, taking the hand of Naomi who was still smiling brightly. Together she led him toward the opposite wall and placed a hand on a hidden pad. A door-shaped portion of the wall instantly evaporated away, she led Jack into the small room with her. It was a touch cramped but it soon expanded after realizing there was more than one being inside it. With a click two white rods appeared on opposite walls that jutted out horizontally.

“What are these?” Jack looked on them with amazement, but he wasn’t sure if he should touch it.

“They’re power cores. It takes one or two beings with a rather large amount of power to call the Observatory to function.” She informed while touching hidden buttons on her side of the wall that remained unseen to Jack. “God doesn’t even need the use of this room; it was made specifically for us. But only Archangels alone, or ten angels could offer enough power to use it.” She turned to face him as she finished pushing a few buttons. He was looking at the wall that separated them and Castiel. With one button push she made the wall sheer, so they could see him, and him them.

“Are you ready Castiel?” She spoke softly, Jack was wondering if Cas could even hear...

“Yes.” He replied quickly.

“You have her in your frame of mind? Her sense of presence?” She clarified.

“Yes.” He replied flatly, looking at Jack at first with concern but broke it with the sense of duty that needed to be done.

“Then let us begin.” Naomi raised a hand above her power core, turning to look at Jack. “When I say three, we both touch the cores at the same time. This device runs on grace, spend it sparingly, don’t let it pull you in. If you are pulled in, I won’t be able to help you and you will die. Do you understand?” She gazed into his eyes looking for a sign of understanding.

“I understand. Don’t let it pull me in. But what about you?” Jacks’ face changed from readiness to concern.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t my first time.” She winked.

Jack smiled at her content with the answer.

“He’s a Nephilim so his amount of grace surpasses even Archangels, but I can’t let him use the amount they do. Even Michael was a mess after one go on this for only two minutes. I don’t know how long it will take to accurately find her…”

“One…”

“But I have faith in them.”

“Two…”

“All of them.”

“Three!”

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KTH - Timewarped

prompt : ( Taehyung x Reader ) You get lost while exploring the woods with a couple friends, this unknowingly leads to you going back in time and meeting the love of your life. The only problem is that, of course, you can’t stay.

genre : romance , angst , time travel au

word count : 5k

muse insp : Christina Perri - A Thousand Years ( spotify , youtube )

note : if you’ve seen this story before, it’s because it was on my previous blog, jungtookthejams. i’ve moved it to this one because i worked so hard on it.

disclaimer : i did my research for this fic, some of the information is true while some of it is made up for the sake of the plot.

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It was a normal day for you, at first. You woke up in your queen sized bed, rolled around in the soft sheets and comfortable blankets for about an hour, then finally decided to get up and make some breakfast. You ate by yourself, then sat on your couch and watched some Korean dramas.

Just a normal Saturday.

Your friend, Mina, texted you, asking if you wanted to come with her and her boyfriend into the woods for a night. Her boyfriend was into supernatural stuff and the like, so this didn’t surprise you.

Y/N: yeah, whatever. As long as i don’t third wheel the whole damn time

Minass: lmao ok, meet us at the 7/11 at 7pm. We might stay the night

Y/N: wtaf

Minass: u’ll see! It’ll be fun!

Y/N: leave me be, peasant. I’ll be there

Minass: :D

She was really too much sometimes, but you loved her nonetheless. And so, you began to gather some belongings into a small bag to take with you. Your phone, its charger, a few articles of clothing, and your water bottle. With that, you sat back down and waited until it was time for you to get dressed and leave.

* * *

Mina was waving at you from her boyfriend’s car in the parking lot when you arrived. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked over to the black vehicle, welcoming yourself to sit in the back seat.

“Hey, Y/N,” The boy in the driver’s seat greeted you, flashing you a small grin in the mirror.

“Hi, Kennah,” You smiled back at him as you fasten your seat belt, getting comfy in the leather seats, “Thanks for letting me come.”

“No problem,” He responded as he began to drive down the road.

“Y/N,” Mina giggled, “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” You murmured, “Glad to have all my projects and essays done for midterms.”

“Ugh,” You friend groaned, “I still have to finish my essay on the Goryeo Dynasty. Can you go over it with me? You’re a history nerd!”

You sighed, “All right, I’ll quiz you on what I know off the top of my head. First of all, what year was the kingdom of Goryeo established?”

“Um,” Mina mumbled, “908 CE?”

Shaking your head, you sighed, “No, no, it was 918 CE. Who established it and was the first king?”

“Oh!” Mina smiled, “I know this one! It’s-”

“Taejo,” Kennah cut her off, smirking, “King Taejo.”

Mina pouted and stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend, making you chuckle, “Correct. Now, Mina, who were Taejo’s three sons?”

“Okay, um, Namjoon, Taehyung, and.. Seokjin?” The girl stuttered, seeming unsure of her answer.

“Yes!” You grinned at her, “Which one of the three was the crown prince, and later went on to become one of the greatest rulers in Korean history?” You smirked internally; it was a trick question.

“The crown prince was Kim Seokjin,” Mina explained, “However, he never became king because he was assassinated before he could, he was age twenty-five at the time. Instead, Kim Namjoon, the second oldest, went on to become king when he was twenty-nine, and he went on to become one of the greatest rulers in Korean history.”

You clapped excitedly as Kennah went to hold Mina’s hand while smiling at her.

“Well done!” You exclaimed happily, “Now what happened to the youngest, Taehyung?”

“Kim Taehyung was more interested in writing and art than politics. The books Professor Choi made me study actually said that he resented being a prince! So he preferred to stay low and work on his art. He was happy, at least, to not be the crown prince. He became a famous artist later in time, but during his own time, he was more of a loner. He still got married, an arranged marriage, but it was said that he wasn’t happy with the marriage and didn’t have kids at all. His art and literature became famous much after his passing.”

“Yes!” You giggled, giving her a high-five, “Who’s the nerd, now?”

“Still you,” She stuck her tongue out at you.

* * *

“All right,” Kennah chuckled, pulling into a section of dirt beside the forest, “We’re here.”

“Wonderful,” You mumbled, “We’ve been in that car forever. Where even are we?”

“Sorta near the border,” Mina responded, getting out of the car with you and Kennah following her, “The Manwoldae Palace, or what’s left of it, isn’t that far from here. Cool, right?”

“What,” You laughed, leaning against the car, “You think the ghosts of the royal family are here?”

“Maybe,” Kennah grinned, looking into the dark forest in front of you all, “Come on, let’s go.

“I regret this already,” You sighed, following the couple into the darkness. But within minutes of stepping foot in the woods, you lost sight of them.

“Hey, guys?” You called out, “Can you come back here? Mina, can I grab your sleeve? I can’t see shit.”

You, however, got no response.

“Guys?” You called out again, gripping your bag in a slight panic, “This isn’t funny!”

Absolute silence greeted you. Beginning to freak out, you pulled out your phone, only to realize that you had no signal. Groaning, you covered your eyes with your hand and sighed.

“Okay,” You mumbled, “If I just turn and go back the other way, I’ll get to the car and I can wait for them there.”

So, you set off the way you came, using your fully-charged phone (you’d kept it on the charger in the car) as a flashlight to guide your way out of the condensed, dark forest. Swiping branches out of your way, plants nipping your legs bare legs (you only wore a plain black shirt and combat shorts with a pair of boots), and getting smacked in the face by several leaves, you attempted to navigate yourself back to the car. After minutes of walking, you became uneasy as the trees seemed to become endless. Shouldn’t you be back at the car by now?

Suddenly, a thick fog rolled into your vision, making it even harder to see. Was it even supposed to be foggy tonight? Hell if you knew.

Squinting your eyes as an attempt to see through the mist, you staggered forward, when your foot caught on something and you were sent tumbling down onto the hard ground. Groaning in pain, you lifted your head and used your hand to blindly search for your phone. The second your fingertips touched the cool plastic of your mint coloured phone case, you took hold of it and used a nearby tree truck to pull yourself up and balance yourself on.

Huffing, you turned your focus back ahead of you and continued trekking, the light from the flashlight on your phone illuminating your path. Or, the fog in your path. The light was useless now, but better than walking in the pitch black dark. You continued to walk, silently cursing Mina for dragging you into this mess until something odd came into your scrutiny.

Was that a.. palace? An ancient Korean style palace?

There was no way, the remains of the ancient Goryeo palace may have been near where you and your friends decided to explore, but no one has built a recreation of the palace, especially not near the original location.

Deciding to shrug it off – who cared? Where there’s any type of palace, there are probably people who can get you out of here – you continued walking through the woods to get to the large structure. Around it were torches; real, on-fire torches. You had to give it to the reenactors, they went all out to make sure it was olden-like.

You turned off your phone’s light and stuck it back in your bag as you approached, there were two men dressed as ancient guards standing in front of the palace gates. One saw you walking towards them and seemed to do a double take before pointing the tip of his spear at your throat as you were about to speak, blood almost trickling down your throat.

The other guard glared harshly at your pathetic figure, “Halt. State your name and business, why are you at the Manwoldae Palace at this ungodly hour?”

Eyes slightly wide, you took in their appearance and words. The Manwoldae Palace was destroyed sometime in the fourteenth century, it was burned to the ground and there was no recreation of it as far as you knew. What were these men talking about?

You gulped, “Um, my friends and I were going to explore the woods a little, but I ended up getting lost. Our car shouldn’t be far from here-”

“What is this ‘car’ you speak of, outsider? Why are you at the palace gates? Do you wish to do harm to the royal family of Goryeo?” The guard with the spear to your throat pressed, shoving the sharp tip further into your skin.

“N- No!” You squeaked, “I- I am simply lost.”

“Lost?” The other guard narrowed his eyes, “Where are you from?”

“Seoul,” You said in response, “I came from Seoul.”

“There is no such place!” The first guard hissed, “I shall kill you.”

“P- Please,” You stuttered in fear, your eyes wide, “Please don’t hurt me!”

Before anything else could happen, a smooth, deep voice punctured the air, “That’s enough, men. I shall deal with the girl.”

You looked behind the guard to see a tall man, his attire obviously royal-like. He looked down at you with a soft smile.

“Yes, your Majesty,” Both guards responded, going back to their original posts. The princely figure made his way in front of you and gently took your hand, pressing a kiss to it, “Good evening, my lady. I am Prince Namjoon of the Goryeo region, under King Taejo’s rule.”

You blinked, your mind hazy. He looked exactly like the artwork done of Prince Namjoon. Was this some type of fucked up dream? Did you pass out in the forest?

He let go of your hand and slid it up to your shoulder, gently guiding you in front of him into the palace. You decided to play along, still not sure what was going on.

“I am L/N Y/N, your Majesty. I am sorry for intruding on your palace so late at night-”

“No worries, Ms Y/N. You are lost, yes? We will make sure you get home safely. Where are you from?” He coolly responded, smiling as you looked in awe around the palace.

Holy hell, you thought, the detail! They got every little intricate detail down about the palace’s structure and decor.

The gold, the candles and torches, the velvet carpets; they had it all.

“Seoul,” You mumbled, still dazed.

“Seoul? I have never heard of such a place.”

Whipping your head to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed, “It’s the capital city of South Korea.”

“South Korea? Where is that, exactly?” He seemed genuinely confused, his expression similar to yours.

“Here!” You had the urge to yell, however you swallowed that urge and licked your lips nervously, “It is far from here. I wish to not go back, I fled to escape my cruel family. If you allow me temporary hospitality, I will repay you with whatever I can get my hands on upon leaving to support myself on my own.”

“I see,” The prince nodded, seemingly deep in thought, “I will let my family know of your presence. For now, I shall lead you to a room to stay and.. Change,” He glanced down at your outfit, making you bite your tongue from shooting a snarky remark in response, instead looking down with an embarrassed blush on your face with a nod.

* * *

You sat on the large, plush bed and stared at your hands. What was happening? Were you really in the tenth century?

Were you ever going to see your friends and family again?

You sighed and slid your hands down your face, biting your lip. This was all too much to take in. Maybe if you sleep, you’ll wake up tomorrow in the woods. Or better, in the car.

Looking over at the nightgown on the dresser, you nodded, making a mental decision, and stood up to slip into it.

* * *

You never did get any sleep that night.

Now, it was a week later, and you sat in the private garden with the youngest prince, Taehyung, listening as he rambled about brush strokes.

“For outlines of things or thicker areas of colour, you use thicker, more bold strokes. Then, for detail, you use a smaller, thinner brush for lines of the same..”

You never thought the loneliest prince was so outgoing and a conversationalist. He was so fun to be around, by far your favourite of the three, and he was bubbly and cute. He didn’t seem like the type to be a prince, nevermind the prince of Goryeo!

Of all your studies of Goryeo, you never imagined it would be this beautiful and wonderful. The doctrines, recreations, and artwork really did the era no justice.

“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?”

You jumped out of your thoughts to turn your head to Taehyung with a sheepish smile, “No, I’m sorry.”

He sighed and chuckled at you, “Always in your own little world. I’m glad my father allowed you to stay with us. You’re different from other women.”

“Oh?” You mumbled, looking down a bit. He hummed and nodded, “Yeah. You’re more straight-forward and easier to talk to. It’s like you don’t care about gender, that just because I’m a man doesn’t mean we can’t sit and have a conversation. Especially despite my status.”

You bit your tongue from making a remark about how people are equal despite gender and that everyone’s human, that no one shouldn’t be able to not have a conversation with someone else because of their gender or status-

“I like having you around.”

Your head snapped up to look at the prince, who was grinning down at you, “You’re not uptight like my brothers or any others from my family. I feel like I actually have a friend.”

You gave him a soft smile and gently set your hand on his arm, “I’m so glad you think so. I think of you as a friend as well, I’m grateful to have you during this hectic time in my life,” You sighed.

The young man hummed, “What is your story? Namjoon didn’t tell me much.”

Sliding your small hand down his arm to set it back down on the stone bench the two of you were seated on, you sighed. Of course, you couldn’t tell him the truth – or could you?

No, not now. Maybe later on, if you stay long enough. Then again, it’s not like you knew anything about time travel to leave anytime soon anyway.

“I am the daughter of a nobleman. He had lots of riches, but he was cruel. Behind closed doors, he beat my mother and I. So, I took my mother and we ran. My mother died during our journey, but I didn’t stop. I stumbled upon your palace and a guard almost killed me, but Prince Namjoon came along and took me in before I could be killed.”

Taeyhung’s eyes were slightly wide, “I see. How awful... I’m sorry that happened to you.”

You gave him a pained smile, “No worries. What happened, happened; it cannot be undone.”

“That is true. Let’s change the subject, yeah? I’m of my twenty-first year, and you?”

It took you a second to realize that he was asking for your age. But once knowing that he was twenty-one, you also immediately calculated the year you were currently stuck in.

Taejo was born in 877, and founded Goryeo in 918, making him thirty-one years of age when he did so. He had his first son, Seokjin, when he was twenty-eight, and Namjoon when he was thirty. Then he had his youngest, Taehyung, when he was thirty-one. That meant that the current year was 939 CE. You bit your lip upon remembering that Taejo of Goryeo died in 943 at age sixty-six, and Kim Seokjin died in 940 at age twenty-five.

All the more reason not to get attached to anyone of the royal family, or anyone of this time. You were going to have to go home eventually.

“I am of my twentieth year,” You murmured.

* * *

You’ve been in Goryeo for a month now. You smoothed out your dress as you greeted Prince Taehyung at a bridge near the palace.

The youngest prince and yourself had grown very close in your time here. You didn’t like to think about it. Especially now that you were catching feelings for him.

“Y/N!” He called, a large smile on his face as he gently set his hands on your arms, “How are you? I just finished an inscription I’d love for you to read over for me!”

Taeyhung wanted to be an artist and a scribe. You saw that the doctrines and biographies of the prince that you’d read did not lie – this was truly his passion.

“I am well, Taehyung, and I’d love to read over your writing. I’m sure it’s just as amazing and beautiful as the last one I read.”

“You flatter me,” He giggled, taking your hand, “Come, I wish to show you something!”

You laughed as he tugged you along, blushing lightly from the contact.

He lead you to the stables, where he let go of your hand and held the reins of a horse instead. The majestic creature had been saddled and ready to go – he must’ve prepared this.

He grinned at you and you gave him a nervous smile in return. Namjoon had attempted to take you on a horse ride a couple weeks ago, and it did not end well. You had to scrub mud out of your hair for fifteen minutes straight.

Taehyung took you by your waist and lugged you on the horse, making you squeak and hold onto the saddle for dear life. He laughed at your uneasiness and hopped on behind you, taking the reins in his hands and gently willing the horse to begin walking forward.

“You’re cute,” The prince muttered, looking down to give you a cheeky smile.

You blushed lightly and puffed your cheeks, “Did Namjoon tell you what happened last time I was on a horse?”

“Yes,” He answered coolly, “And Namjoon can’t ride a horse to save his life. He’s very clumsy, the last person I’d trust to take me horse riding. Relax, I’ve got you.”

You sighed and nodded, leaning back into Taehyung’s chest and watching the scenery as the two of you rode down a path. The silence was not awkward, but comfortable. You felt the young man set his chin atop your head at a point in the ride, and smiled to yourself.

You were enjoying this too much.

Your smile turned bitter.

* * *

Three weeks later, you found yourself in the royal library, looking in the ancient books for anything that could help you get home.

You were starting to fall in love with this place, and you couldn’t allow yourself to do that. You had a family back home, and it would be wrong to leave them. It would be even more wrong to possibly alter history further than you already have.

Your biggest problem, one that you had to face, was that you’d fallen in love with Prince Taehyung.

While flipping through the pages of the olden literature, you found an old legend; a natural phenomenon that seemed to cause something not-so-natural.

It was said that the sun became too powerful for eyes to bear, causing anyone who looked right at it to go blind or have severe sight problems. It happened once in a blue moon, and once, during this strange occurrence, a woman dissipated into thin air while standing on a bridge. The very bridge you met the prince on a few weeks ago.

It didn’t take you long to figure out what this was; a solar eclipse. A partial solar eclipse.

Instead of the area getting dimmer, which it does in the slightest, the sun seems to become more powerful as staring into it can burn your retina and/or your cornea.

If you remembered correctly, this happened over Goryeo on the seventeenth of September in 939.

That was in two days.

Suddenly, you knew; this was most likely your way home.

* * *

Later that night, you called for Prince Taehyung to join you in your room. You paced back and forth until a soft knock rang out, causing you to take a deep breath before opening the door. There stood the prince in all his glory, his face seeming worried.

“Are you all right?” He asked frantically, looking at your appearance.

“Yes,” You responded, biting your lip, “Come in.”

You closed the door behind him when he walked inside and sighed, facing him, “I’ve been lying.”

“W- What?” He croaked, his eyes wide.

“I am not from a place far away. Well, I am but... I am not from this time, Taehyung. The city of Seoul is not that far from where this palace stands, but it is more than one thousand years in the future.” You explained, searching his eyes for any signs of hostility.

“Are you saying you’re from the future? Y/N, did you hit your head or something? Shall I take you to a doctor?” He moved to hold your hands, still worried.

“No, Taehyung. Here, I- I can prove it,” You pulled away from him to fish out your bag and old clothes from where you stashed them all that time ago under the bed, lying them on top of the mattress.

“That clothing, and that bag. They are not from this time. Have you ever seen anything like them?”

“I-” The prince stammered, shaking his head, “No, but it could be from another country. Not the future.”

You huffed and opened the bag, taking out the contents: more clothing from your time, your bright pink water bottle, your phone, and its charger.

“What are those?” Taehyung asked, leaning over them.

You took your phone and powered it on, causing the man to jump in place as he watched the Apple logo appear on the screen.

“This,” You said, “Is technology. It’s called a phone, specifically an iPhone. That rubber-like chord, there, gives it power. See? Tell me this isn’t futuristic.”

The ancient prince blinked, watching as the device powered on, “I.. cannot give any other explanation. I suppose it would also explain why you suddenly showed up at the palace... I believe you,” He turned his gaze to meet your eyes making you smile.

You set the phone down and gingerly wrapped the man in a hug, which he returned enthusiastically.

“Taehyung,” You mumbled into his chest, “I have to go home soon. I have to leave.”

He let go and held you by your shoulder, pushing you back only slightly, “Soon? H- How soon?”

“Two days,” You mumbled, looking down.

Taehyung’s face crumbled as he stared at you with pained eyes. He took his hands off of you and reached into the pocket of his silk robes, “I.. wanted to give you something. I was saving it for.. A little later on, but now I want our time left together to last.”

You snapped your scrutiny up at him, “What.. What is it?”

He fished something out of his pocket and held a ring between his fingertips, it was covered in emeralds, rubies, and other rare jewels. Your eyes widened as he smiled shyly, “This belonged to my mother. She told me to give it to the one I wished to marry. I want to marry you, Y/N.”

You blinked, attempting to register the situation. Of course, in this time, there wasn’t really courting; it was marriage. Usually arranged marriages, like the one Taehyung was supposed to get later in life.

“I’ve grown to be attached to you... And I want- wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But now, I want you to accept the ring, not to marry me, but to take it back with you and... Remember me.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded, stepping closer to him once again, “I’ve developed romantic feelings for you as well. I tried to push them away because of course, my departure is inevitable but I just.. Can’t.”

Taehyung stepped closer to you as well, so that your chests were touching, and gently slipped the ring on your finger while searching your eyes with his, “I’ll never forget you, okay? None of us will.”

“I’ll never forget you all either,” You sniffled, tears beginning to fall.

The prince gently shushed you, wiping your tears before cupping your face and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You were going to miss him. You were going to miss Goryeo.

This was going to be harder than you imagined.

* * *

After looking into the books a bit more, you discovered the exact time and place you had to be to leave for good. And so, at high noon, you changed back into the clothes you arrived in and snuck out of the palace, knowing that anyone who saw you would order you to change immediately.

You let the king know the night before that you would be making your departure. You thanked him for the longer-than-planned hospitality and quickly scurried away, intimidated by the founder of Goryeo.

You asked Taehyung to meet you at the bridge before you had to leave, and as you arrived and saw no sign of him, you sighed. You couldn’t wait; it was now or never.

You stepped in the middle of the bridge and looked at the partial eclipse, the bright sun hurting your eyes. You watched as your fingertips began to disappear and bits of solar light surrounded your body.

This was it.

Suddenly, you heard a loud, deep voice call your name. An all too familiar voice.

Whipping your head in the direction of said voice, your eyes widened upon seeing your love running towards you, tears in his eyes.

“Taehyung,” You mumbled as he hugged you, careful not to knock you out of the spot you had to be in to leave. He sobbed on your shoulder, you would’ve run your hands through his hair, but they, along with your arms, were disappearing.

“I don’t want you to leave. Please... Don’t leave me.”

“I have to,” You cooed, “I’m sorry.”

He released you from his death grip, watching as you dissipated before his very eyes.

“No,” He whimpered, capturing your lips in a needy, passionate kiss.

He let out another sob as he pulled away, watching as your crying figure continued to fade.

“I love you,” The prince whispered, watching you with helpless eyes.

“I love you too,” You gave him a soft smile through the tears.

And then, you were gone.

* * *

It’s been a year since you travelled to the time of the Goryeo Dynasty. You wrote a very successful book titled Through Time, There Was You. You’re currently at a signing event which includes a Q & A session, which is taking place right now.

“Ms L/N! Was there an inspiration for this book?” A woman asks.

You smile brightly and hold the microphone to your lips, “Yes, in fact, there was. A personal experience, followed by the painting done by Kim Taehyung of the Goryeo Dynasty. His most famous piece, of a maiden disappearing while standing on a bridge, surrounded by lights. The one titled ‘Her,’” You play with the jewelled ring on your finger as you wait for the next question, twisting it and running your opposite thumb over the emeralds.

A middle-aged man asks the next question, “You mention the Goryeo Dynasty a lot in Through Time, There Was You. Do you have a connection to it?”

“Ah,” You hum, thinking, “Not directly, no. But I have always been fascinated with it and any of my friends can tell you that I’ve always been a history nerd, especially when it comes to Goryeo. You could even say I went there once,” You grin cheekily.

“Okay,” The manager of the event says loudly, “We have time for one last question. You, young man with the blue jacket in the back.”

Said man makes his way to the front with a microphone in hand. Upon seeing him, you furrow your brows a bit. He looks awfully familiar, if only you could place it...

He has dyed dark brown hair that’s a bit long, like a mullet. Smooth, tan skin, and even lips that curl into a boxy smile. He’s wearing ripped jeans with a silk dress shirt, black Gucci shoes, and a blue Gucci jacket. You’ll hand it to him, he has style.

When his teary eyes meet yours and his voice rings throughout the library, your eyes go wide and you almost drop your own microphone as tears well in your eyes as well.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?”

You bite your lip as the two of you gaze at each other for a few seconds. You know then; it’s Taeyhung.

You then break out into a huge, dumb smile, and bring the microphone back to your lips, “I do now.”

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[AmeriPan - Permission To Date]

This is a Request fic written for @lonelymarblesoda !

Note: I am so very flattered by your sweet compliments! I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I did writing it. It was a great stress reliever for me and your prompt was very cute that I got carried away with fluff honestly <3 Sorry there’s more dialogue than intended!

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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Pairing: America and Japan

Word Count: 2,742

Age Rating/Mature: All Audiences :)

Prompt: “Howdy, I'm the anon from earlier! Sorry for being shy (^^;) Since you're still taking requests, I was wondering if you were willing to do a fluffy ameripan fanfic where their relationship is revealed at a world meeting (or something along those lines)? Ψ(´▽｀)Ψ”

With an exhausted sigh and soft smile, Alfred pulled into the driveway of his Virginia home; the ignition silencing as he crossed his arms and rested his head on the now-still driving wheel, gazing upon his tall red brick house. Amused at the pristine garden and the open porch - This was another estate that his Government had preened and made proper, All the way to a point where it almost looked too perfect off a pamphlet. Unlike his apartment in New York, this house had been filled with some sort of personalisation yet Alfred still felt no completeness towards it. Alexandria was an old but beautiful charming town and it felt fitting to have his work home so close to DC. It was embarrassing to admit its old Victorian real estate made him feel much calmer compared to other parts of the city, A piece of his past residing within the restored cobbled paths.

His little thoughts drifted away as he slowly got out the car, humming to himself. It was a short drive back from work and after a long day of going over tomorrow's preparations made him gutsy and giddy. Tomorrow he'd have to fly into New York for a UN Personification meeting - undoubtedly with the expectation to make some more pesky deals and fix it what was going on with discussions of some new global catastrophes. Ah. One more look at his front door he delved into the wish he was a normal person. He wouldn't have to deal with such messes if that were the case.

However, he thought as he jammed his key into the mahogany door, there was one good thing about having a meeting tomorrow...

"Hey, I'm home!" His voice rang out loudly and through the living room doorway he heard a ruffling and a quieter voice muffled through what he assumed was a pillow.

"Welcome home.." Whenever they had a New York UN meetup, Kiku had an excuse to come over early and spend some more couple time. They weren't exactly the conventional couple who could enjoy each other's company constantly but he supposed this was enough. He wouldn't want to take Japan away from his livelihood anyway.

The blond padded his way to the living room after shedding his coat and shuffling off his boots. His smile growing wider as he finds Kiku lazing around on the comfy couch in his bright red sweats with Pochi on his chest. Plopping down onto the couch, nearly on the Japanese man's legs, He pulled Pochi off carefully. The hairy creature wriggling in his arms huffed as he released it onto the floor; Obviously, Pochi was not as excited to see him as the creature scampered off somewhere further into the house. Kiku had insisted on bringing his dog over as it would whimper without him. America Leaned down, almost tipping over to lay on his boyfriend.

"Have you been laying here all day Keeks?" locks of hairs splayed onto the shorter man's shirt as Alfred squirmed his way to lie down beside him- it was quite cramped and a miracle he didn't push Japan straight off his tiny couch.

Kiku opened his eyes, the charcoal eyes seemed to dull as he stared unamused at the man who had wormed his arms onto him. Kiku never really was that good with cuddling but he made compromises for his affectionate American lover.

"No. I did work for tomorrow and called the embassy to forward some papers back to Japan," he whispered as he craned his head over to Alfred's face. The two basked in each other’s embrace for a while as the American sneaked in a few kisses while talking about their days, Japan lamenting the lack of interesting tv shows to watch and Alfred venting about the new intern who spilt coffee in his office. Comfort hung in the air happily.

The two spent the evening packing up work papers and tapping away at tiny shiny laptops, documents astray across the bed in preparation for tomorrow. Alfred had just finished and settled under his comforter while watching Keeks still typing away, legs crossed on the blanket and brow furrowed in concentration when it hit him.

He hadn’t told any of his closest allies about his newfound relationship (well- newly established, he and Keeks had been dancing around each other for centuries). Should he be freaking out over this detail? In terms of relationship milestones, Immortals such as them had very few; living long left very little opportunities for firsts and to be honest getting a stable relationship wasn't a thing people like them did. He'd admit, he was the one who would make a deal out of these sorta events whereas Japan was more reserved of their close relationship. Alfred gulped, thinking hard whether or not it was necessary to say the words that were already spilling from his lips

"Can I tell Matthew about us?" clicking and clacking came to a halt and Kiku had looked up but still ahead, gazing at the painting opposite him hanging loosely on the wall - some Italian painting obviously gifted by Feli. America felt disappointed all of a sudden, letting out a breath he didn't realise he had captured. Maybe he should have left the topic for another day. A few seconds later Kiku had resumed typing on what looked like some new policy proposal and with absently minded disinterest had replied with so much but a passing glance.

"He already knows Al.” voice slightly airy with cocky amusement as Alfred spluttered and shifted in the shared bed. Kiku suddenly felt uncomfortable as he felt cerulean blue depths bury themselves into his back; shutting his laptop and discarding it on the bedside table he fell backwards onto the feather pillow next to his boyfriend - the word felt foreign on his tongue (A bit immature? Boyfriend sounded kiddy.). For a while, they exchanged nothing but awkward glances before Alfred caved and intertwined his palm with Kiku’s.

“You know I’m traditional. I had to ask him if he would all-”

“You asked my brother if you had permission to date me?!” Kiku’s blank face did nothing but Make Alfred laugh even harder. “Kiku. We aren’t like- we aren’t teenagers. I’m literally hundreds of years old, fuck your Millions-” the black haired man shrunk further into the bed in annoyance of his age and quickly pushed a pillow between himself and his cackling lover.

“It’s how I do things. It’s polite and you're brother was kind about it. Did he not tell you?” Alfred threw the pillow barrier towards the bottom of the bed before scooting over closer to the Japanese man, who was getting more embarrassed and flustered by the minute.

“Nah. Mattie knows when there are times I don’t need to know things. I’m surprised that’s all.” he felt breathlessly in love and voiceless with contentedness at the other nation’s admission. It felt oddly nice to be…’courted’ in such an old way. “Besides, If anything, I expected you to bring it up with old man Artie or even Francis…”

Kiku turned, puzzled expression painted prettily on his face- which was only inches away from Alfred’s. “...I’m not marrying you. Why would I ask Mr Eng-”

A pillow cut him off unexpectedly as Alfred nearly fell off the bed in complete hilarity. Kiku was about to pout and say something more. With a few attempts at explaining why there was no point to marriage due to their immortality, Kiku floundered. As he peeked over the edge of where America had fallen off, he himself broke into a small smile. Alfred’s glasses had gone askew and were currently red in the face from the overexerting giggles. As the pair quieted down for the night they felt secure; Tomorrow would be fine, for now, America just wanted a cuddle.

Alfred’s feet tapped violently as he basically bounced off each step of his creaky staircase. Bounding off into the kitchen to pack some last minutes notes he had left on a table. He shouted out impatiently:

“KEEKS COME ON! WE’VE GOT TO GET TO NEW YORK!” he was in a complete flurry as he zoomed around, enthusiastic and frantic to get to their private plane on time- his bosses would skewer him if he delayed any longer, and no doubt Japan’s embassy would be in a fit if he were late too.

Speaking of the Asian nation, the man himself with all the grace and peace in the world came down. Dressed in a western style suit, Kiku readjusted his red tie and tutted himself for his messy morning hair, stoic glance nitpicking every corner of his newly tailored clothes. At the sight of Kiku’s very neat and smart look, Alfred swooned a little, puppy eyes widening as he quickly stole a kiss - which was received with a red face and another ‘tsch’ of shyness - before pushing his cute partner out the door and practically throwing both their briefcases into the car. The plane ride was uneventful and even when the planes kissed the clouds the only view that captivated the Alfred was the silly way Kiku had tried to keep himself occupied; sudoku books were the way to go apparently.

As the other nations began to file in, one by one, Alfred appeased his boss’s anxiety by greeting them all, including old-time allies such as the NATO nations and even the newer ambassadors. Japan had been lost in the mix, both had agreed to carry on as if they had entered separately - not because they didn’t want to show off, but instead to avoid making it difficult to sort out guest arrangements. Alfred fiddled with his watch as he made his own way to the front of the table. Familiar faces filled the large room. England had already buried his desk area with paper as France somehow charmed an admin into getting him a coffee. One look at the other end and he witness Germany scribbling incessantly and the myriad of eastern Europeans personifications huddled up avoiding the Russian. Witnessing Denmark and Sweden already debating on new guidelines, Alfred gulped. It was going to be a tiring day.

Talk after talk, speech and updates floated by and although his hands were writing his notes and his voice kept him engaged in conversation, his heart had decided to tether his brain to the thought of Kiku. The beauty who was sitting on his left. Already Kiku had resigned himself to a conversation between China and South Korea and was looking adequately bored over the talk of generic ocean trade talks. Coughing as inconspicuously as possible Alfred signalled to his partner and took his hand under the table, smoothing his thumb to reassure him of the time not being wasted. Both had shuffled in the movement and although Alfred was rambling on in response to something Arthur had spoken, the ever diligent Matthew noticed such a carelessly romantic gesture. Canada had been seated on Alfred’s right, and with only a second to glance at what had occurred he snorted and rolled his eyes before nudging his brother in utter glee. He was happy his overly ambitious brother found something as calming as a relationship for his very hectic lifestyle.

Matthew whispered to his brother and bordering Ally, “Congrats Alfie, however, If you think you’re being smooth you’re- as usual- idiotic.”

“You’re just jealous Gilbert is stuck in Germany holding the fort. Anyway, when were you gonna tell me Japan asked you for permission huh?t” with a shrug and a kick to his knee under the table the two merely laughed it off, Francis and Arthur were confused at the NA brothers sudden cheeriness. Noticing this, Kiku turned to his secret partner, squeezing his hand tight enough that Alfred nearly yipped when he went to turn to him:

“I’m not sure if your conversation with Matthew-san is appropriate right now.” Matthew gave a sheepish glance as if to say sorry but suddenly just as the 3 of them tried to get back to task Francis had enough of missing out on a joke before quizzically pushing in to ask rather loudly.

“May I know what was not appropriate? It’s rude to leave friends out of a conversation is it not?” next to him even the Englishman nodded, interested in what was going on and before Alfred could deflect he hear a subtle Japanese swear roll of Kiku’s breath and something he thought he’d never hear even within his long-ass lifetime:

“I was telling Matthew how my relationship with Alfred was not of matter as of this moment.”

The room fell into silence. America’s suit felt too tight and he was unsure if it was the nerves of so many countries falling to a standstill or if it was his heart pumping way too hard after hearing Kiku practically announce out their very private relations. In a bit of shock, Alfred had stood up hastily, but his laced hands with Kiku dragged the Japanese delegation up with him- making the situation look even more entertainingly obvious. With a loud slap on the table, Arthur pushed his chair out and stood up as well, the man had a very irked expression.

“How did you tell Matthew about this before me?!” At this point Francis had broken out into a wide mouth smile, still seated and leaned his head onto England’s hip while trying to soothe the seething British man with a couple pats on the back. The long-haired Frenchman calmed Arthur down, chattering away about the etiquette of young love and it’s failure to respect their elders. For once in his lifetime, it almost seemed like Arthur and Francis were a couple of genuine parents lamenting over a son who had eloped without any contact. They all sat down slowly and Kiku had already turned to sort out the gaping look from his Asian counterparts. The conversation ceased to exist as the situation dissolved back into the murmurs of the nations. Soon, the conference ended and as each country left with a joyful congratulatory smile over fruitful debate and strong handshakes with closed deals. Even his least friendly connections gave him a note of thanks and wishes for the best. He saw Arthur and Francis alongside Matthew gathering in one corner of the now empty room, whereas Kiku was purposely packing away at a snail’s pace, stalling till Alfred came over.

“Keeks. You didn’t….why did you do that?”

“It’s not a secret. You said you wanted me to tell your former mentors Alfred. They have a right to know.” The American squished the smaller man into a close hug and a chaste kiss on the forehead before hearing a distinct “ahem”. Shaking Kiku’s hand firmly, Arthur looked Japan up and down before smiling uncharacteristically and pulling him into a hug- catching an unaware Japan quite well. Granted he had known England for while but he never knew he would be greeted with such glee and care. France had given Kiku some good pats and a big hug before chanting some famous French proverb and singing a dilly-dallying rendition of “la vie en rose” much to England and Canada’s despair. The other NA brother merely nodded proudly at Kiku and the short man appreciated that; he had enough hugs for today honestly.

Meekly he commented, already pulled close by a bashful Alfred, “I hope this won't interfere any deals in the future, Mr England and Mr France.” but his serious tone was met with only more exhilarated kindness.

“Enough with formalities for now. Of Course not Kiku. Here we are no longer Countries but ourselves. It is not America and Japan who are together in the way Alfred and Kiku are. Don’t let work change that.” Not really understanding but still thankful for the sentiment, the couple bid the 3 other men off and hopped back onto a plane. This time it was bound for Japan, and Alfred had already packed a bag and Pochi was already running down the walkway of the plane. The 2 sat patiently together on the flight, bathing in each other’s solitude before being interrupted by Japan’s phone dinging erratically- Yao had been calling.

So much for being quiet about things, Alfred Mused as his now public boyfriend fumbled to pick up the call. He only hoped China didn’t mind that he never ask for permission to date Kiku.

Oh well.

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averyonelovesjack · 6 years

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right (I)~ daniel seavey and jack avery

requested: yes

I know you probably have a lot to do so it's never a rush and this may be a little weird because I don't have a plot just an idea and if it doesn't work out that's alright! Or if you don't want to do it that's also alright, but maybe a love triangle story? Maybe 2 of the boys like the reader and she likes them both or 1 of the boys and a random guy likes the reader and she likes them both and you can of course choose who she ends up with Sorry that's a complicated idea, but much love!

summary: a love triangle between a girl’s best friend and his band mate.

warning(s): love triangle, cursing

word count: 2947

SIDE NOTE: while writing this, i needed some opinions on what to do, so casually i asked my sisters for some help. well, my twin sister explained an extremely hilarious alternate ending that had us laughing for like twenty minutes. moral of the story is that i had difficulty deciding the ending of this story and yeah i’m sorry. it’s also lowkey left open

My body sank in with time and eventually it was too late to stand up easily. The music of lemonade mouth played in my ear, but my eyes were too tired to look up and watch the final scenes, as it was already dark out and i could barely stay awake.

Beside me laid a sleeping Jack Avery, who had his head rested gently in my lap. My fingers stabilized in his hair, running through it as he slept like I used to do when we were younger. i admired the way the sleeping boy looked so peaceful. Almost as if nothing in his life had harmed him, like he was an innocent, full-hearted, perfect guy.

My eyes traveled from his perfectly curled hair to his nose ring that sat so nicely and attracted me so greatly. I stared at his tiny freckles that spotted his face and looked at his eyes that were so poorly wired that he needed to wear contacts everyday. Although, i personally enjoyed it more when he wore glasses because he did wear them so well.

a tiny smile arrived on my face as i looked at him through the tv lighting. and with that, i closed my eyes and let sleep take over my body.

“JACK FUCKING AVERY GUESS WHAT?” I ran through the house, absolutely excited about the fact that I’d gotten an A on the test that I was absolutely sure I was gonna fail. All thanks to the extra studying that he’d help me get in.

I busted through the door of his bedroom, opening it widely and looking around to see where he was. Instead of my eyes connecting with those of jack’s, they met a beautiful girl sitting in the middle of his bed, his body beside hers. My body bounced backwards, taken aback by the fact that there was a girl our age sitting there with his hand on her leg. Shock was written on my face as I stared.

“o-oh shit, sorry,” i quickly close the door, hurt finding its way through my body. it was pretty obviously something more than just a friendship between that girl and jack. in only the brief seconds i was in there, i had noticed that he was awfully close to her face and his hands were on her bare legs, only covered by shorts (as it was even hot in LA this time of year). She was smiling an awful lot too, and she was gorgeous from head to toe.

My feet moved faster as i left the house, trying to avoid any contact with the boys. It was awkward enough to walk in on Jack when he was with another girl, but to have to face any of the boys and explain why in earth i was sprinting out of their house, that’d be double the embarrassment.

It had been two weeks since the incident. Although Jack and I texted a little bit, our normal conversations carrying on, I couldn’t bring myself to reenter their house. I guess it wasn’t as bad as it seemed, but it hurt to see that he finally was no longer my secret. Other girls could see him now. They could see his charm and his kind personality and his handsome looks. I was no longer the only one who could love him in the ways that i did, and what really hurt was that he would love them back, too. He’d give them the love and attention that I’d been dreaming about him giving me since the day i turned fifteen and i realized that it wasn’t just a tiny crush that i could get over.

So when he’d text me to come over, to hang out, to go do things, I’d make myself busy. A lot more time studying and spending time with my roommates. I certainly left my house a lot more, and it wasn’t to just go spend it at his house. I kept myself busy to avoid the dark thoughts that came with the sudden realization.

Today, Jack asked me if I wanted to come over and watch Titanic with him. As much as I loved the movie, it didn’t seem like the right path back to a normal friendship. Instead, I had to run errands at the grove. Buy some new clothes and some new books for school. It was almost summer anyways and the bikini prices would go drastically up in a few weeks. It’s a better sale now.

Nicole, my roommate, was wandering Hollister when I dropped my new sunglasses on the ground. I let out a squeal, silently praying as i bent down to pick them up. Almost like a cliche movie, someone else’s fingers reached down to grab them for me. My eyes wandered up, ready to thank a stranger when they graciously met the eyes of Daniel Seavey, Jack’s band-mate.

“shoulda known it was y/n dropping her glasses,” He let out a laugh, handing me the undamaged pair of shades that i took from him with ease, “how’ve you been?”

i looked at him with a smile, “i’ve been pretty good,” I reply and add, “busy! how about you?”

“fine,” daniel answers, “it’s been boring without you being around as much. i kinda miss your sarcasm.”

“as a normal person does,” I joke, each of us letting out a laugh.

“i was so spoiled with you there. now i see all of these other people and i’ve really started to miss you. i mean, you’re less loud, less obnoxious. much nicer. plus, i could beat you at almost any game-” He tells me.

“other than mario kart” i finish for him and he laughs.

“yeah, other than mario kart. you kicked my ass at mario kart,” daniel nods his head, looking down. it’s quiet between us for a second, “well if you get less busy, call me up. we used to know how to have a good time when jack wasn’t around.”

i nod my head, “i think i will definitely take you up on that offer.”

I sat down in the practically empty coffee shop as I watched Daniel park his car in one of the spots across the street. i got here a little earlier, having my friend drop me off here on her way home from work. Daniel would most likely drive me home after we finish.

The little bell above the door rang through my ears as i watched Daniel sit down in front of me. He sends a smile my way, starting conversation easily, “hey. how was class?”

“fine,” i answer, “boring, but compared to what i was doing afterwards, any class would be boring.”

Daniel laughs at my reference to our little date, “i’m so happy you found some time to hang out.”

“yeah of course. i’ve missed seeing you. all of you, really.”

“i feel like you used to be around all the time and it’s so weird that you and jack aren’t hanging out as much anymore. what even happened?”

i frown at the thought, “i sorta walked in on him and a random girl. a little scarring, especially to my ego.”

daniel nodded his head, “i’ve always known that you like him.”

“not anymore,” i add to his sentence.

“oh? i guess that’s good,” he smiles.

“yeah, not worth the pain. i think there are other guys out there that will make me happier,” i continue.

“you know i’ve had a crush on you since jack first brought you over. you’ve always been off limits, though.”

“not a crush,” i correct.

“what do you mean?”

“a crush is someone that you like, but will never have the chance to have therefore you are crushed,” i explain, “and you have the chance to date me.”

“that’s very bold of you,”

“you want to do something bold or am i going to have to do everything myself?” i smirk.

daniel leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest as he grinned, “i’m intrigued.”

i shake my head, a laugh leaving my lips as i stand up, moving around the small coffee shop table. I rest my hand on his face and lean down to interlock my lips with his. He’s pleasantly surprised, but lets his hand reach my face. Our kiss was short and sweet. I stepped away, recognizing dani’s rosy red cheeks as i sat back down.

“certainly bold,” He smiles, not quite looking at me yet.

“you liked it?”

“yes, i freaking liked it,” he exclaims, making me laugh, “god, you’re perfect.”

“shut up.”

“whatever, beautiful.”

“daniel.”

“i didn’t say anything, gorgeous.”

“i’m going to leave and pretend this never happened if you say anything else,”

“okay, okay i’ll stop,” he laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender. I watched him with a straight face, but couldn’t keep it as he sat there and mumbled, “pretty,”

our little relationship had blossomed over the past two weeks and we bonded nicely together. daniel was quite happy when he saw that i made more time to see him, unlike what i’d done for jack after our little mishap. we didn’t spend much time at home, really, but at fun dates. mini-golf, movie theaters, all the chipotles that you could find in los angeles. it was a funny relationship and we spent a lot of time laughing. we were happy with each other.

today is the first time that i’ve been back to the why don’t we house. i assume that jack understands that daniel and i are dating. we’ve gone back to texting and we facetimed once, but i didn’t mention anything about my new relationship with his band mate. i mean, not that it’s any of his business. he’s already got his own girlfriend, hannah, who i assume is the girl i walked in on.

my head rested in daniel’s shoulder as we were only millimeters apart on the couch. honestly, there was no distance between us because i was practically on top of him. we’d decided on an old comedy, animal house. it was highly inappropriate, but also extremely hilarious. i laughed into his neck as the front door opened. daniel paused the movie and looked to see who it was, mainly to be sure it wasn’t a bunch of murders or fans. either could be deadly.

instead, it was jack, who threw his keys on the hook and walked in. it took him a second, but he recognized me as very close to daniel very quickly. he furrowed his eyebrows and walked over.

“what are you guys watching?” he asks, his voice unsteady, “you haven’t been here in a while, y/n”

i turn slightly red, “animal house.”

“ahh, funny movie,” he gives us half a smile, “you left something of yours here last time, do you want to come to my room and get it?”

“can’t i get it later, the movie’s on,” i make up an excuse.

“i have to leave soon. can you come get it now?”

“jack, you can’t just bring it to me. i mean, what’s the big deal?”

“y/n, come on.” he whined.

daniel’s hand clapped my thigh a little bit as he stood up, “hey it’s fine. i have to go to the bathroom anyways, we can take a break for you to get whatever you left.”

i give him half a smile and stand up as well, forcing a smile and following jack to the familiar room. it was quiet until we got there, when he practically stared me down, “so you and daniel?”

“what did i leave?” i ask.

“nothing, i just wanted to talk to you alone,” Jack tells me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“yes, daniel and i,” i answer his prior question, “what does it matter to you?”

he scoffed a little bit, “i don’t know, y/n. what does it matter to me?”

“what does that mean? you’re mad at me now?”

“it’s been a little obvious, i mean come on, you’re not fucking stupid, y/n,” Jack spits at me, “i have liked you since we were like fifteen.”

confusion split my brain as i stared him down. i was angry; beyond angry, furious. where did he get the right to mess with my heart like that? to either a, watch me fall for him for several years and do nothing but get another girlfriend and later on claim he likes me, or b, recognize that i’d been in love with him and take this opportunity to lie and embarrass me? he can’t just pretend that he likes me when he has a girlfriend, it’s not fair, “no you haven’t, jack.”

“yes, i have. i don’t know where you want the proof, but if there’s anything to show, i’ll show you,”

“jack, you have a girlfriend. the girlfriend i walked in on. you don’t like me. you’re just jealous that i’m finally happy with daniel.”

“i don’t have a girlfriend, y/n. hannah was a one time thing and nothing happened. she was sweet and i was sick of being alone. i thought you didn’t like me anymore and i had nothing to lose.”

“you waited three years to tell me this. you waited three years and watched me like you for the longest time and decided to do nothing. finally, when i find a little light in my life, when i get someone like daniel to like me, you decide it’s time to admit this? i am happy now, jack. i don’t know if you see that, but he makes me happy,” I scoff at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

Although I figured that I portrayed myself as knowing that I wanted to be with Daniel, I wasn’t quite sure. Being in this relationship with him, it’s been nothing other than fun, but it wasn’t anything serious yet. Then again, we’re still young and we have nothing but time. And he’s extremely sweet and knows me well. He’d only want the best for me. But then there’s Jack. If I choose Daniel, is there any chance of us rekindling our relationship? Is there any chance that we’d become friends again? And if I choose Jack, what does happen to my relationship? when we fight or when we break up? do we know each other too well to date? or is it going to be like we were best friends, but more now? I wouldn’t know unless I tried.

“I can’t believe you,” i break up my thoughts by speaking to him.

“y/n, please give me a chance. you’re not going to regret it. you’re my best friend, i know everything about you. i know your favorite song, both current and of all time. and i know your favorite movie and food and restaurant. i know what you like to do and i know what to do when you’re stressed or have anxiety. i know how you like to study. I’ll be there for you more, i promise. just give me a chance,” It was strange seeing Jack be so needy. He wasn’t usually like this, he didn’t act like he needed anything, even when he was extremely passionate.

“jack, you hurt me when i thought you didn’t like me,” i tell him, “and as much as i want to know what it would be like to be in a relationship with you, i am just getting to know daniel and i really like him. i’m not ready to just drop everything to be with you and i am certainly not ready to hurt him in any way. i’m sorry, because i don’t want this to ruin our friendship. you know that our friendship means the world to me, but for now, this is what i need to do.”

“y/n, please don’t do this,” he tells me, “i don’t want to lose you.”

“you aren’t. i’m still here, i’ll always be ready to go see a movie or go to whichever fast food restaurant you want or if you ever want to help me study, but as friends, jack.”

“y/n,”

“i should go, he’s probably back from the bathroom. we can talk later,” i give him half a smile and walk out of the bedroom, the smile leaving my face. tears nearly slid out of my eyes as i struggled to control myself.

it felt as if the small and narrow hallway walls were caving in on me and i took rigid breaths, unsure of how to regain my control over the situation. it felt impossible that i’d made a decision in that amount of time, especially when i didn’t think i’d ever be able to make it. and if that’s true, then how do i know i made the right decision? how do i know that i didn’t just make the wrong decision and that i will break two guys? how do i know that daniel and i won’t end tomorrow but jack will be too heartbroken to even look at me?

as i reached the end of the hallway, i forced a smile onto my face, looking at daniel who smiled politely, “hey baby, you get what you need?”

i sit down next to him, faking yet another smile and sending him a white lie until i could explain later, “yeah, it turns out it wasn’t mine. probably christina’s or something that she left when she visited.”

“oh, that makes sense,” Daniel tells me, happy as per usual. He leans in, kissing my cheek softly and sending chill down my spine as he presses play on the movie. let’s hope i was right.

part II, part III

#daniel seavey #jack avery #jonah marais #corbyn besson #zach herron #daniel seavey imagine #jack avery imagine #love triangle #why don't we #why dont we #wdw #why don't we imagine #why dont we imagine #wdw imagine #love #triangles #jack and daniel

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Disaster gays go for a ride with friends

Chapter two of Disaster gays in love or...what ever I called it lmao, This might have a different vibe because I’m less sad more confident because of a certain Blue bee who I’m not sure if they would want to be tagged or not lmao. But I hope it’s still good! Maybe it’s better actually! You get to know everyone a bit more at least. More notes at the end~

This one is 1261 Words long holy shit! I was about to say not that much bigger but that’s about 2x as large and tooK less time! Wow!

Aleron Here I was now walking toward a red van with words written all over the windows, mostly stuff about sports and I already knew this was Conny’s car. Conny did baseball as a kid, then basketball, and now he was on the Swim team as one of the sea slugs, Weird to have a team that’s supposed to be fast is named after a fucking slug. And he’s on the tennis team as a...I don’t fucking know a tennis player? Why don’t tennis teams have fun names or mascots? I guess...most tennis players aren’t on a team...Huh Maybe he’s a ghost? Our school mascot is a ghost, our football team is the Devils, Our baseball team in the Onis, and the basketball team in the Phantoms. The founder of our school was weird and...the names just sorta stuck. Why the swim team got the short end of the stick when it came to cool names I don’t know. Why not the Kraken, the kappas, the sirens. Even selkies would be cool! Guess sea slug is better the tennis player though. Anyways Conrad was currently arguing with Goose who would get to drive, Goose was fucking tall guy, so was Conny but he was scary tall like he’s been stretched out tall. “You’re not fucking driving, you’ve had three beers already you’re not killing me and my lady.” He frowned, arm around Casey and Conrad groaned “Fine...But I’m sitting in the front.” Conrad grumbled which made Casey pout and it was like watching a man trying to say no to his dog. He cracked so easy. That was sorta adorable “Okay okay, take the damn front! But I get a window seat.” He hissed and June cheered “I GET THE MIDDLE” Which made my heart sink GOD DAMN IT JUNE CAN YOU STOP BEING A COCK BLOCK. Of course, I didn’t say that though, I’m trying to be a part of this not get my ass beat by a damn giant got it! Anyways i let June climb into the car before getting In after her, she’s looking at me, I’m looking at Conny, and Conny is looking to the stars and I’m starting to think I’m going to have to settle for June. Conrad I can’t just, stare at him, so I settle for stars, the stars like his freckles, the moon like his eyes, the sky black and shimmery like his dark curly locks and the wheat field below like his perfect tan skin. Even the plane with its red light had a place on his face, that being the pimple on his nose that had been a consistent problem since middle school, I wanna boop that nose, I wanna boop that zit. I love him, even the gross parts. Aleron “So um..Ya like warheads?” I asked June awkwardly, getting one out of my candy pocket after Handing a bag of mary jane to Casey up front “Never had one” She purrs back and I stuff that son of a bitch in her both. Conrad “AHHHHHHHH” I’m knocked out of my daydreams by June squealing and Goose pressing on the breaks “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT JUNE.” He yells and looks back at the now squirming girl and I just sit and wait as the two yell at each other before I notice Al. He’s having a trip of his own right now, starting with a small snicker, then a giggle, and soon enough a full on chortle, filled with so much joy at another's pain even while experiencing his own, face puckered up as sour green apple took over his body but he just couldn’t stop laughing, snorting like a pig at this point he was so deep into it. Soon enough I was laughing too, smiling at him with all the love in the world and when he saw it his face went red and he looked away, a smile still spread across his face as he chipped away at the blue flowers painted on his nails. How was he so beautiful? How did he accomplish what no one else did to me, make my heart flutter, make me choke on my words, try to speak without knowing what I’m saying? Make me just want to hear him laugh, his heavenly laugh and I needed to hear it. So as the blunt got passed around I started to tell some childhood stories, like that time I wore a dress to school and got sent home and my mom freaked out, or the time I walked into the old apartment in the city with a pigeon on my head and later found out my grandmama used the pigeon for soup, goose told why his name was goose, because he one angered an entire gaggle of geese because he petted one, Casey talked about her time when she used to identify as a boy and the funny stories that came from that, and how tough she used to act as a kid while secretly wearing her mom’s heels and makeup, June talked about how she was the one usually wearing makeup with Casey, taught her the ropes, and how she herself used to break a lot of things and ruin everything with paint. Al was having a great time, smocking and drinking but...when it got to him to share a story he kinda tensed up and stared before laughing and looking down, “Ay, it’s no pressure to tell a story dude.” I mentioned gently, looking at his with a soft smile as everyone nodded along but he shook his head and gulped before speaking “When I was a kid, I knew I was...uh...well... I Maybe not only boys but like I liked boys a bit, I always knew that.” he gulps and looks away before laughing “And my mom, turns out she...she didn’t even like guys, at...at all. But she was married, to a man.” He mumbled, leaning back, I could tell this story would be a little sensitive which fit the mood, even goose’s stories had a bit of a humbling sensitive tone while also making up laugh “And um, so I came out to her young, I didn’t know what sexuality was, so like, I didn’t know it was weird to say ‘Hey mom, that boy is really pretty’...But uh yeah.” he looked around and slowly relaxed “So me and her made like this pact, we kept a secret from my dad who was,,, kind of a controlling dick and like, we went to gay parent clubs, and mom,,, tried to find me another mom, and like I made friends with other kids, not that they were gay, but having this secret helped up bond like we hadn’t before. And then I introduced my mom to my English teacher while at a pride restaurant and...I got another mom a few months after that.” He chuckled, the smile on his face so adorable I almost couldn’t contain myself he then told us more about the divorce, the goofy things he did with his new moms, about what it was like when his moms opened up a flower shop Cafe, how he was constantly stung by bees after that and one time ate one, it was all so relaxed and we all laughed and smoked as Goose just drove. It felt nice, wholesome, like what I wanted but... I only wished a little that it was just me and Al.

So i love my gay sons so much and Thank you Charlie (I hope it’s okay to casually call you that some people are iffy about it) For the boost of confidence! I always wanted to write about them but always been iffy, who knows maybe one day i’ll draw them their new designs all clean and spiffy. I know this one is a lot more huge papargraphs and stuff but like i wanted to teach yall about them a little more! Also my dream school is a school with a cool mascot and i really like the idea of a ghost mascot.

Next chapter should include S’mores and Butts in the most innocent awkward teen way possible I swear!

#original character #MLM #my writing #writers on tumblr #OC #I've never smoked or drank #But my dumb teens have #Also guys you can always ask to tag~~

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Artie Lange: Crazy Funny

(Originally published 8/30/2012)

For comedian Artie Lange, heartbreak and catastrophe go in, and humor comes out. It’s really that simple for the 44-year-old best-selling author, comedian, radio show host, and actor. Lange has learned to take the pain of addiction and depression and turn it inside out. He hasn’t had the easiest life, as anyone who has read his New York Times best-selling book Too Fat to Fish has learned, but Lange has persevered if only to make people laugh, and work out his problems on stage.

Lange and his radio show partner Nick DiPaolo will perform comedy on Saturday, September 1, at the Seneca Niagara Events Center in Niagara Falls.

When you sit down to an interview like this are you ready to answer anything thrown at you or are you just sitting there thinking "For the love of god, don't let them ask me about drug addiction or suicide"?

Artie Lange: I’m ready for anything. Whatever you want to talk about brother.

I think most of your fans know by now that you attempted suicide a couple of years ago. You spent some time in a psychiatric ward for a while. Obviously those were some dark times. Were you thinking about comedy at all while you were going through that?

AL: Was I thinking about comedy?

Yeah, when you were sitting in the psyche ward did you ever think about comedy or your career?

AL: Oh well yeah, when I was in the psyche ward, sure. Everything that I had ever done that was normal was on my mind. I was wondering if I would ever do any of it again. It’s funny because no matter how dark it gets you never stop being a comedian. Stuff would happen to me on the ward and I would go “God this would be a great story to tell on Letterman or a funny thing to put in my stand-up act.” So sure, you never stop thinking about it, but at that point I didn’t know what was reality or what wasn’t. I thought maybe I did die and I’m in fuckin’ hell, because that place was disgusting. The biggest thing in my mind was how the fuck do I get out of here?

What popped you back into reality?

AL: Time, really. Everyone who I talked to who was clean or in some sort of program told me that everything that I was thinking at that point, I couldn’t really count as being real because of how warped my mind was from drugs, specifically heroin. They said the longer that you’re off that shit, every single day that you’re off it you’ll start to think clearer. You’ll start to think normal; you’ll come back to the real world. You’ll realize that there is a chance that you could get back into life and maybe be as good or better than you were. That’s what it was for me, being literally locked down in a facility where I couldn’t take drugs. It took time; it took almost a year and a half of not being on dope to get back to normal. Time is what happened.

When did you realize you were funny?

AL: When I was really young. I grew up in an area that had a lot of tough kids. I realized I could get out of fights with someone who I knew could kick my ass by being funny. I can remember there was this black chick, Tanya Davis, and she was big. In the fourth grade she was big and she broke my friend Joey’s nose in a fight. Joey was a tough kid but she punched like Muhammad Ali. She came over with a right hand. I tried to break up the fight but then she wanted to fight me so I started doing a Howard Cosell impersonation, like I was the announcer of the fight or something, and I made everybody laugh. That sorta freaked her out a little bit and she didn’t know what to do, so she didn’t break my nose. That’s when I first learned I was funny.

As a stand-up comedian you're essentially talking to yourself on stage. You have audience reaction but there is no conversation really, at least hopefully not, unless someone is heckling you. As a radio personality it's all about having an interesting or funny conversation. Which do you prefer?

AL: That’s a hard question, radio or stand-up. I love stand-up comedy but when stand-up comedy goes well—and by that I mean not just killing. I’m talking about when you’re killing the material that you actually like and respect and it’s not just something you know people will laugh at so you can get out of there and get a check. When that’s happening, it’s fantastic. But you know, I never really did radio until I sat in on Howard (Stern’s) show. I’ll never forget what Howard said to me after that first show. I knew I did really well because everyone was laughing, and Howard looked at me and said “it’s fun, isn’t it?” and I said “my God, yeah.” Just sitting in front of that microphone and just goofing around and it’s going out to all of these people live. It’s amazing. I got to learn how to do this radio stuff by literally sitting four feet from the best guy who has ever done it for nine years. Talk about a training school for radio. I would see the way he would handle callers or guests, and I’d see the way he’d change and what he would do. There is nothing about radio that I don’t like. If I could only do one thing for the rest of my life, it would be a radio show.

Is radio more spontaneous?

AL: Oh God yeah. Absolutely. Stand-up is supposed to seem spontaneous, but normally it’s an act you’ve been doing forever on stage. It’s a comic’s job to make it seem like he’s thinking of all of this stuff off the top of his head. Even heckler responses are something you’ve done a million times. But radio is. It has to be spontaneous.

Tell me about one of your favorite moments on the Nick and Artie show.

AL: A woman called up, it was probably a woman doing a character because nobody could be this crazy, or maybe she was just crazy, who knows. But she said that if you kill and boil a cat, and eat its bones you would become invisible.

Was she a witch?

AL: She claimed to be a witch, yeah. She had a really funny voice, I think her name was Jen and she was from Naples, Florida. She kept saying that she was stalking me and she wanted to kill me.

When you talk to someone like that are you thinking like “Yes, this is the caller I’ve been waiting for” or are you just a little freaked out?

AL: No, with this person I wasn’t freaked out at all. I could tell she was either too crazy to pull it off or it was a joke. She had a real entertaining voice and I wanted to bang her by the end. But anyways, I tell her that I want to try the cat thing and Nick makes a really funny cat sound—he can make a sound almost like you’re choking a cat. So he started doing it into the mic and she started almost having an orgasm and she’s screaming “kill that thing, kill that thing!” That’s the hardest I’ve ever laughed.

You appeared on Louie this month as a Chemical Truck Driver. I see a very, very subtly ironic message there, you being a Chemical Truck Driver. How was it working with Louie CK?

AL: I’ve known Louie for a long, long time, from the comedy scene or whatever you want to call it. He would always tell me he wanted to do something with me on the show, and I would always tell him that I’d love to do the show. He called me probably about 12 hours before he wanted to shoot the thing and told me “Tomorrow I’ve got this thing you can do, it’s a small thing but I think it’ll be funny. Would you want to do it on the show?” and I said “Heck yeah, whatever you need.” So he gave me his address in the East Village—it’s funny because we didn’t go through an agent or anything, he just called me on the phone—so I stopped by and he told me what to do and it was hilarious. Louie has the perfect combination to become successful. First of all he’s brilliant, second of all he’s really funny, and third of all he does everything. He’s got a work ethic like a Mexican who comes here illegally and wants to stay here. I’ve never seen anything like it. He holds the camera, he directs the stuff, he writes it, and then he acts in it. I’m going “My god I just don’t have the energy.” It was impressive to see a buddy of mine doing all of that. He’s a true sort of auteur, and he’s got a deal with FX—what they call the “Woody Allen” deal—where he just tells them; “look, give me money for a season of shows and you can’t give me any notes, no one from FX can come from the set, and at the end of the year I’ll give you 13 episodes and you can’t change anything.” That’s impressive to see. I’m very, very happy for him.

I have some friends who won't watch Louie because they say it's too depressing, which is funny because it's a comedy show...

AL: [Interrupts] Well it is and it isn’t. I understand where they’re coming from but I mean look, those friends sound like pussies. They gotta man up and just watch it. Here is how I describe a Louie episode: It’s like an Edgar Allen Poe short story. Louie is great because he knows how people behave. Even in a Woody Allen movie you’re going to get unbelievably funny stuff or you’re going to get depressed because he’s a realist. This is how people act. People act in ways that are very, very disappointing most of the time. Louie keeps it real like that in every episode and also gets hilarious comedy out of the way people really act. The episodes have both, so I don’t think you can call it a comedy show. It’s just its own thing. If you read Edgar Allen Poe, some of the stuff is so dark it’s funny, but ultimately it’s depressing. That’s what I think it’s like. If those buddies of yours appreciate art it’s a chance to actually see it happening on TV. They’re not going to see it on Two and a Half Men.

I feel like you kind of walk that same line, taking something that is very depressing and working it into your comedy. Is that a tough thing to do?

AL: Yeah, sort of. I’ve dated girls who have told me that when they watch my act and I’m telling a story about, you know, shitting my pants on heroin or drunk driving—and even though everybody laughs—they wish that I could do something more like Jerry Seinfeld. For the people that love me it could be depressing to hear because maybe they were there the night that that happened and it was anything but funny. It’s like being in the psyche ward. I have jokes in my act about being in rehab and being in a psyche ward. I do an impression of a counselor I had in rehab in Miami. While it was happening it was anything but funny, but people laugh at it during my set and the people that are close to me are thinking “well shit, I wish it was that funny when it was happening.” It depresses them but I’d rather tell my tale in a funny way and maybe people will get something out of it.

Looking at the way your life has gone, it seems like there is nothing you could do but be a comedian.

AL: [Laughs] I’m not going to be on the police force. Now a days, with background checks—you’re right man—with my background, forget it. I can’t even vote for Christ’s sake. You’re right when I think about it. I better make this work.

Tell me about the best thing you've ever done in your life, and the worst thing you've ever done.

AL: Well the worst thing I’ve ever done in my life was stabbing myself in the stomach that morning because I knew that the only two people who could have found me were my mother and sister. I wasn’t thinking like that, I wasn’t rational, but in the back of my head I had to know that. They did find me and I’ll never get over that guilt. Thank god they seem better and everything seems fine but the guilt of that will never fully leave my body, so that’s a no brainer. The best thing I’ve ever done I think was going to do stand-up in Afghanistan for those guys. I always said I wanted to do it and my agent kind of called my bluff and told me there was an opportunity to do that. I said to myself “Wow, I can’t pussy out here. I gotta do this.” I realized I was going into a war zone and my mother was worried but I was with Marines and everything. Guys would come back from missions doing God-knows-what, and they’d sit down in all of their gear, in that heat, and they would just be like “Ok make me laugh, dance like a monkey or something.” I would have done anything at that point, dance around like a monkey or whatever. How grateful they were. So if I had to pick one thing, it would probably be that and I would do it again if I could. I just hope we get all of those guys the fuck out of there soon.

Can you tell me a little bit about your new book, Crash and Burn?

AL: It picks up where Too Fat To Fish left off. It’s about what happened to me. My stand-up act has a quick snippet, a comedic version, of some of the stuff that happened. Crash and Burn is what happened in long form: What I was going through and the darker side of the rehab and the psyche ward, and what was going through my head the morning I stabbed myself. What I was thinking afterwards. What it was like waking up after that. It’s got a lot of comedy in it that comes from that, but it’s the real, full story, which has a lot of darkness in it. The title comes from when I was working at a port as a longshoreman. I was deciding whether or not I should quit the port and become a comedian. I was sitting at the bar with my buddy’s older brother, Chucky, and he goes “fuck it man, go for the good life. If you got talent just go do it. If you crash and burn at least you tried. You’ll feel better if you crash and burn than if you never tried.” So every time I’d see him after that he’d shout “crash and burn!”

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