#maybe next time <3 just gotta properly catch her off guard under one <3

[tvrningout]

🌿🍒 you just know lavi his holding this mistletoe up over himself for chiyo ... he is dumb ...

underneath the mistletoe | @avaere catches chiyo under the mistletoe!

she's helping jeryy and a few of the other staff with decorations when lavi finds her. they've made good work of the cafeteria -- with garland all strewn about and a christmas tree donned in ornaments in the corner, the place feels a little cozier, a little brighter. despite still feeling worn out from the day's training regimen ( which chiyo hates, by the way ), there's an easy smile on her lips that only widens when she spots the bookman. she hasn't seen him since she left for her last assignment.

chiyo would be embarrassed to admit it, but she's missed him.

catching up turns into dragging lavi into helping them with the last of the decorations, placing a few, stray mistletoe around the room. chiyo makes note of each one because she will not be caught beneath one if she can help it... but apparently she can't help it when she's got a certain exorcist for company.

lavi calls her name, and chiyo knows immediately she's in trouble by the way he grins at her. her eyes raise to his hand dangling mistletoe overhead, and she hates how easily she blushes. lavi leans forward, mirth and mischief twinkling in his eye, and chiyo tries to keep her face neutral despite herself ( she missed this guy?? yeah... ). she leans forward, too, closer and closer and...

chiyo flicks lavi's nose.

" that's cheatin' and doesn't count, " she complains with an amused grin of her own, plucking the mistletoe from lavi's fingers. it's the last one they need to hang. " you'll have to try harder than that to catch me under one of these things. "

#avaere #i'm so sorry for her :' )) i thought maybe she'd be nice and give lavi a lil smooch on the cheek but chiyo chose violence instead asdfg #maybe next time <3 just gotta properly catch her off guard under one <3 #asdf this was cute to write so thank you for sending it in aven!! #interactions | chiyoko #a fleeting wish | d.gray man | chiyoko

[shadow-assassin-blix]

Stitches

Benny Miller x reader/you

Continuing the Shawn Mendes Song Fic. Santiago is next and then I’ll be moving onto another band/theme. Uh. Some fights. Nothing really too extreme here. Enjoy. 

Everything Tag: @mikeisthricedeceased​

I thought that I've been hurt before

But no one's ever left me quite this sore

Benny was watching an MMA tournament, checking out his competition for his tournament next month. Will was there with him, watching the matches with his keen eyes. Benny was… easily distracted to say the least. He smiled flirtatiously at many women who passed by him. At one point he noticed a group of women, standing off to the side. Most of them had a guy with them, all except one.

As he looked at her, he could tell she looked extremely bored. She had her arms crossed; her foot was tapping. She kept checking her phone for either the time or something to give her an escape.

After a moment, a guy joined her, handing her a clear solo cup of beer. She smiled tensely at him and would duck under his arm anytime he tried to wrap it around her. She eventually, handed the drink to one of her girlfriends, and said something to excuse herself. He watched as she walked over to the concession stand. That was when he decided to make his move.

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

You were idly standing by the concession stand, pretending to look over the menu. You were not thrilled to be there, and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

While you were standing there, a guy stood nearby you. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. You noticed he was pretty handsome. Brown hair, blue eyes, a light amount of scruff, and well built.

“Having a hard time deciding what to get?” You hear him ask, as he stepped a little closer, so you could hear him.

“Oh yeah. So hard to chose between popcorn, a corndog, or a hotdog. What would you recommend?” You asked, chuckling at the situation.

“Uhh. Nothing from here. I would recommend only eating this food, if you had a lot of liquor and no taste buds left,” He joked scratching the back of his head.

You crinkled your nose in slight disgust.

“I’m Benny. What’s your name?” He asked.

You tell him yours and he smiled brightly.

“So. Don’t take this the wrong way, but this doesn’t seem to be your scene? Or rather… you don’t look thrilled to be here,” He gently probed, wanting to know.

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Oh, you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain

“Oh. Um. Blind date. I hate it. Him. He’s rather touchy, and he’s just boring. My friends thought this was a good idea. After my ex broke up with me because I “wasn’t there enough.” I’m a med student. Sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you,” She informed him with an eyeroll.

“Oh? Med student? Nice. Good to know,” He teased.

“How is that good to know?” She questioned, staring at him confused.

“I’m a fighter. Uh. I have a tournament next month. So, I’m here with my brother to check out my competition. It’s nice to know a pretty doctor is all,” Benny tells her, feeling slightly awkward, thinking he overstepped.

She shook her head with a small smile, thinking he was cute.

“A fighter eh? You any good?” She asked him, biting her lip.

“Come to my tournament next month. You’ll see. Maybe I can…take you to dinner after?” Benny asked charmingly.

She smiled, looking down. She looked over at her group of friends who were apparently waiting on her. She pulled out her phone, quickly unlocking it.

“Put your number in, and text me the details,” She requested.

Benny gave her a 1000-watt smile, as he input his number, sending a text to himself, and saving himself as a contact.

He felt his phone buzz as he received the messaged.

“I’ll see ya then,” Benny stated, pressing a kiss to her cheek quickly.

He ran back over to his brother and looked back to see her still standing where he left her. Her hand was gently touching where he kissed her, and he could see her smiling softly.

Will simply rolled his eyes and shook his head at him.

Your bitter heart cold to the touch

Now I'm gonna reap what I sow

It had been a week since that day, and you were nervous as you stared at your phone. You wanted to talk to Benny again. You didn’t want to wait a month. You opened up the chat he created, laughing at the name he gave himself.

“Hot Stuff”

You sent him a message simply saying ‘hi.’

Seconds later you got a response. ‘hey! How are you?’

‘I’m well. I... hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time? I just wanted to talk to you again’

‘Oh really? How did the rest of your date go with Mr. Boring?’

‘It didn’t. I ran when he went to the bathroom. He apparently thinks it was a magical date. I told him I wasn’t ready for anything more.’

‘lol. Poor guy. Shame he couldn’t see that you hated it. His loss is my gain tho’

‘Oh. Is that so? What did you gain, besides someone to tend to your wounds?’

‘A beautiful girlfriend? If you’re interested?’

She paused at that. She could feel her face warm up a bit. She bit her lip as she typed out her response.

‘Wouldn’t that imply you have to take me on a few dates before receiving that title?’

‘What are you doing for the next 3 weekends up till my fight?’

She laughed at that before typing out a response.

I'm left seeing red on my own

Got a feeling that I'm going under

The month passed by quickly. Benny had taken you out every weekend: movies, lunch/dinner, walks around the park. He made every date feel relaxed and easy. You didn’t feel like you had to be on guard or put on a façade. He made you forget about all about your dumb ex and was very supportive of your learning.

One date, he actually helped you create flashcards and study for an upcoming exam. Something Brian would never do. He always felt that the attention should be 100% on him, and to hell with your education.

Benny even made copies of your study notes, so he could quiz you randomly throughout the day.  Something you appreciated greatly, because it kept the info fresh in her mind. When the exam day came around, Benny sent you flowers and candy wishing you luck. About 2 hours later, you were turning the test in online, which automatically gave you a score. 100%.

You immediately called Benny, excited, “Benny! I aced it! Thank you so much for your help!”

“Congrats baby! I knew you would ace it! Shall we… celebrate? I’ll bring over food, and we can watch movies?” He offered somewhat shyly.

“Yes! I would love that! But wait… Weren’t you supposed to hang out with your brother and friends tonight?” You asked thinking back to a previous conversation.

“I could cancel with them, it’s not a big deal,” Benny said nonchalantly.

“No. Don’t do that. They are your family. How about we celebrate after your fight on Saturday?” You countered, not wanting him to change his plans just for you.

“Alright. If you’re sure?” He asked wanting to confirm.

“I’m sure. Bye babe,” You tell him as you hang up.

“Bye!” He chirped.

But I know that I'll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover

Saturday rolled around fast, and after a rush of getting your badge that gave you VIP access, you were searching for someone familiar. As you were searching, a blonde man appeared before you.

“Hey Doc. I’m Will. C’mon. Benny wants to see you, seems to think you’ll bring him good luck,” Will’s voice was slightly deeper and raspier than Benny’s.

As you looked at him, you could see the resemblance between the two of them. You followed him toward the back, where the locker rooms were located. He led you down a hallway and to a room about midway. Benny was in the middle of bandaging his hands, rather poorly.

“Stop. I have no idea what you’re doing but stop,” You command moving forward.

You grabbed the bandages, undoing his work.

“No wonder you keep busting your hands. Who taught you how to wrap?” You asked him as you wrapped them properly.

You heard several chuckles.

“We keep telling him, but he refuses to listen,” Came a deep voice to your right.

You glance at the man, one of two Latino men who stood nearby. The one who talked was the kind who looked painfully handsome and knew it. The other, who wore a cap, looked sweet and was shaking his head at the scene he was seeing.

“You’re legit the only person he’s ever let touch those wraps. Us? The men he spent years in the army with? Oh no. We know nothing,” He teased, lightly shoving Benny.

“You should listen to them more often. They were correct,” You lightly admonished as you finished wrapping both of his hands.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side!” Benny exclaimed, as he tested his hands, making fists.

“Says who?” You asked him teasingly. “So, who is on the lineup?”

Will handed you the list of fighters that were supposed to be there. As you looked at the list, you noticed the first fight Benny had was against Brian Holden… Your ex.

You snorted. Loudly.

Move on

Needle and the thread

“What? What’s so funny?” Benny asked watching her reaction.

“Just... do me a favor. Your first fight? Make sure you not only win, but make sure it hurts,” She requested handing the list back to Will.

He glanced at the list and chuckled when he recognized the name. The match was in a few minutes and he had a feeling he was going to enjoy it.

Gotta get you outta my head

Gonna wind up dead

They walked out and as Benny was announced, you and the guys made your way to your seats upfront. Benny got in the cage with your ex and you were snickering.

Will leaned over as the fight began, and stated, “He really likes you, you know?”

You turned to face with a smile, “I like him a lot too. He makes me very happy.”

“He… he falls pretty hard, pretty fast. Do me a favor? Don’t break his heart, yeah?” Will requested.

“I don’t plan too,” You assured him, turning your attention back to the match, to cheer Benny on.

“WHOOOO! GO BENNY!” You cheered as Benny landed several hits onto Brian.

“They don’t allow chairs, or anything do they?” You asked all of three of them.

The three of them laughed, before Frankie, as you found out, “No. It’s not wrestling. It’s MMA, there is a bit more class here.”

“Damn. Oh well,” You said, in mock disappointment.

The fight took about 15 minutes and Benny came out on top. As Benny stepped out, he walked over to them and you hugged him in congrats.

“You did great!” You tell him.

You looked him over really quickly and noticed he had a busted lip.

“Ooh. Ouch. Does that hurt?” You ask him, digging into your bag.

He goes to answer but stopped when he watches you pull out a small med-bag.

“You.. came prepared I see?” Benny noted with a smile.

“Just… some small things. Is that weird?” You asked concerned.

“No. No it’s not weird. Let’s get to the locker room and you can tend to me,” Benny tells her appreciating the gesture.

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees (falling on my knees)

A couple hours later, and few more scrapes, the tournament was over. Benny came in first and was super happy. The five of you made your way to a local bar, and order food and drinks.

“So. What do ya think of my fighting skills now?” Benny asked taking a drink of beer, basking in his win.

“Mh. You’re good. Could be better,” You teased, hiding your smile in your drink.

“OhHo! What?” Benny exclaimed pulling you to him, his hands running up your sides, tickling you.

You laughed loudly, as you squirmed away.

“Brian used to make me watch all sorts of MMA tournaments. Said it helped him get in the zone or something. I always thought it was kind of boring to be honest,” You admitted once he finally stopped.

“And now?” Benny prompted.

“I… could find a reason or two to find it enjoyable… So long as I’m not patching you up every time you forget to dodge or block a very obvious punch,” You stated with a raised eyebrow.

The guys laughed at that and as Benny dramatically clutched at his heart.

As they talked, someone strolled up next to you.

“Thought you hated fighting?” Came the somewhat nasally voice of your ex, Brian.

“No. I thought it was boring because you never bothered to explain anything. Plus. You always felt the need to interrupt my study time with a match that I just ‘had to watch.’ There’s a difference,” You replied annoyed, not even bothering to look at him.

“Don’t be a bitch. So, what you are with this asshole now?” Brian questioned, grabbing you and making you turn.

You moved to shove his hand off of you, but Will got in between you two, shoving him away. Benny also, moved to place you behind him.

“Get out. You put your hands on her again, and a busted nose will be the least of your concerns,” Will threatened.

Brian turned, acting like he was going to leave before, he swiftly turned back throwing a punch. Will dodged easily. All four of them were gearing up for a throw down but you were sick of it already.

You reached into your medical bag and pulled out your scalpel.

“BRIAN!” You shouted his name to get his attention.

He turned to you and paused when he saw the knife in your hand.

“As you very well know, I am very good with this small sharp object. Get away from me now. Stay away from me. Or I will CUT you,” You warned him brandishing it to him.

He stared at you for a moment before quickly moving away, tripping over a chair as he did so.

You put the knife back into your bag, and all four of the guys stared at you.

“What?” You asked innocently.

Benny reacted first, with loud laughter. “That… that was hot. Terrifying. But hot.”

The others shook their heads and retook their seats.

“Appears, your girl doesn’t need a knight Benny. She can handle herself quite well,” Santi remarked.

“Yeah. She’s more of a knight than you are,” Frankie teased.

“Oh yeah. What does that make me then?” Benny demanded as he pressed a kiss to your face, wrapping his arms around you.

You looked at the guys, and they you, all four of you stating at the same time, “Jester.”

You all laughed at Benny’s pout, and you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“But a very cute Jester,” You try to placate.

“That sounds too similar to “very cute moose,”” He said suspiciously.

“You… remember that line from Princess Diaries 2? Really?” You asked with a giggle.

“It was the funniest part of the movie,” He mumbled looking away.

“Wait… You got him to watch what now?” Santi asked.

The rest of the evening was spent talking about some of your previous dates, while the guys told you funny stories.

You enjoyed the evening and looked forward to more dates and nights out with all of them. Benny came into your life unexpectantly but you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

And now that I'm without your kisses (without you)

I'll be needing stitches (and I'll be needing stitches)

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help (begging baby please)

#benny miller #benny miller x reader #Triple Frontier #song fic

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE | KINO 3 (ENGLISH)

♥ OTHER CHAPTERS OF THIS ROUTE & OTHER TRANSLATIONS (CLICK HERE) ♥

@kyouxa​ and I decided to join forces to translate Kino’s CL route together! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ She’ll be translating the endings (which I’ll be linking to in my masterpost), and I’ll be translating the main route. This chapter is super interesting but holy shit it’s so long... Enjoy!

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending.

DO NOT REPOST MY TRANSLATIONS ON TUMBLR OR OTHER PLATFORMS, TRANSLATE MY TRANSLATIONS TO ANOTHER LANGUAGE, OR USE MY TRANSLATIONS IN ANY FORM ELSEWHERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. IF YOU ARE CONSIDERING DOING ANY OF THESE THINGS, PLEASE ASK FOR MY PERMISSION FIRST.

MONOLOGUE

Within my faint consciousness, I opened my eyes.

Kino was right next to me, and slept soundly while holding me close to him as if I was a hugging pillow.

-LOCATION: KINO’S ROOM-

Yui: Huh? Why is Kino...? (Is this Kino’s room? Right... After he fed on me, I fainted just like that.

Kino: ...

Yui: Kino’s sleeping face... He looks like a child. He’s so cute. (It’s unlikely that Kino is really my ally if he so forcibly fed on me. After all, he’s one of the Sakamaki brothers...) (Come to think of it, Kino is one of Karl Heinz’ sons... An illegitimate child, at that.) (I didn’t think I’d meet someone like him in a place like this.)

Kino: [groans, rolls over]

Yui: Ah... I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?

Kino: ...

Yui: Ah... I see. You only moved a bit... (Kino is also a victim of the one who took us to this place, just like me and everyone else.) (For now, I should just leave him to sleep.)

-LOCATION: SCARLET MANSION LIVING/DINING ROOM-

Yuma: Oi, Shuu! Cut it out and wake the fuck up. We were ordered to do some spyin’, remember?

Shuu: Go ahead and do it by yourself... 

Yuma: I can’t do it on my own, so you gotta come!

Yui: W-what’s going on? Talking so loudly...

Yuma: Just look and you’ll know. That asshole Shuu is bailing out of our patrolling again. 

Yui: Ah... I see. (Come to think of it, Reiji told them to go and investigate the other houses... right?) (However, Shuu isn’t the type to like doing those kinds of things.)

Reiji: Have you still not left? Oh well, that’s largely as expected, though.

Yui: Ah, Reiji. (Reiji is frowning deeply... Is he going to scold Shuu?)

Reiji: Shuu, it seems like I have to urge you to do it once more, and more severely.

Shuu: So annoying... If you’re going to lecture me, I’m out.

Yui: (Uh... There’s so much tension in the air. What should I do? Maybe it’s better to try and separate them?)

Kino: Hey, brother Reiji. I’ll go patrol in Shuu’s stead.

Yui: Huh?

Reiji: What are you saying? You were assigned with the role of guarding Eve.

Kino: So then Eve can just come with us, right? I can guard her and spy at the same time, you know.

Yuma: Yeah, good thinkin’!

Reiji: There is no possible way that is a good idea! I will not allow those kinds of things.

Kino: It’s okay, it’s okay! Well then, we’ll be off! Let’s go, Eve.

Yui: Ah... Wait... Kino!

Reiji: Stop right there, Kino!

Yuma: Welp, there they go.

Reiji: Good grief, they’re acting so carelessly...

Shuu: You should just take it upon yourself to carry out bothersome tasks like patrolling.

Reiji: This is all your fault...! Yuma, hurry up and bring them back!

Yuma: Wow, I’m the one who has to clean up y’all’s mess in the end. Ugh, well, see ya later...

-LOCATION: FOREST-

Yui: Kino! Reiji seemed to be upset, so don’t you think we’ll get in trouble if we don’t go back soon?

Kino: You don’t have to worry so much about Reiji. 

Yui: But...!

Yuma: Oi, where are y’all? Kino!

Yui: (...! Yuma’s voice.)

Kino: Ah, I figured he’d come. Come here. We'll hide and move along quietly so Yuma doesn't find us.

— SELECTION —

   1. 偵察は任せようという　Tell Kino that you should leave the patrolling to the others (black)

Yui: Hey, Kino. Maybe we should leave the patrolling to Yuma and Shuu after all...?

Kino: That choice of words... It almost feels like you think Shuu is more competent than me. 

Yui: That’s not what I mean, I just think that doing as Reiji says is...

Kino: You’re annoying. You’d do better to just shut up and follow my lead.

Yui: [flinches]

Kino: Hehe... You’re trembling in fear just from the feeling of my fangs on your neck. I wonder if it’s the result of our little disciplinary session yesterday? If you think you're going to resist me, I'll have to teach your body once more... Being found by Yuma while I’m feeding on you sounds kinda fun, too.

Yui: ...Stop...

Kino: If you don’t like it, shut up and come with me.

Yui: (It’s no use... I can’t go against Kino.)

   2. 引き返すように説得する　Persuade Kino to go back (white)

Yui: Hey, Kino, let’s just go back.

Kino: Heh, didn’t you hear me properly?

Yui: That’s not it, but... If we don’t go back, you’ll get into trouble with Reiji.

Kino: I told you before that there’s no need for us to do as Reiji says, didn’t I?

Yui: [flinches]

Kino: Hehe... Getting such a reaction from you just by tracing your neck. Did you remember when I fed on you yesterday? I’ll do you the favour of sucking your blood right here. Yuma might come and find us while we’re at it.

Yui: ...! S-stop...

Kino: Exactly. So shut the hell up and come with me.

Yui: As I thought, I’m no match for Kino...

— END OF SELECTION DIALOGUE —

Kino: It’s not like I just fled the mansion without a plan. Don’t you want to know how the other houses are doing, too?

Yui: The other houses...? Ah, right! We can check how everyone’s doing under the pretence of patrolling.

Kino: Exactly. I want to gather some information in advance in order to get out of this situation.

Yui: (My, my, Kino is acting on his thoughts in his own way... Though it is a little forced.)

Yuma: Ugh... Where the hell did this asshole Kino go? I don’t wanna hear Reiji’s complaints if anything happens to Eve.

Kino: Let’s forget about Yuma and go.

Yui: Okay... I got it. (I’m sorry, Yuma.)

-LOCATION: IN FRONT OF THE MANSION-

Kino: Look, here we are. You can take a peek if you stay hidden between the trees.

Yui: (Wow...! This is also a huge mansion.) So that’s the Violet Mansion?

Kino: Yeah. Someone might come if we stay near the front of the mansion, so we’ll go around the back.

Yui: (I guess I have no choice, we can’t go back now that we’ve come this far...) (Of course, we’ve been separated into three houses, and the Violet House is led by Carla.) (Laito, Subaru, Kou, Azusa, and of course, Carla.) (I’d rather keep peeking from afar than actually going on patrol, but I guess this is our chance to check on everyone.)

Kino: Ah... There’s a window.

Yui: It looks like we can check on them from here. We can see the living room perfectly.

Kino: Heh, I see... Interesting.

Yui: Huh...? Ugh... (I’m being pushed against the wall... Why!?)

Kino: Are you really that powerless? You want to resist, but it really has no effect, you know?

Yui: Kino, why are you...

Kino: You see... Hehe. Hey, what do you think would happen if I bit you right here?

Yui: Wha... What are you saying...?

Kino: It seems like nobody’s here right now, but if someone comes and you make a sound, the enemy might find us.

Yui: ...! Please, stop this...

Kino: There’s no way I’ll stop when I’m having so much fun. My bite marks from yesterday are still there. It would be boring if I bit you in the same spots, so... Should I try finding a different spot this time?

Yui: ...N-no...! (I can feel Kino’s breath in my ear...)

Kino: Don’t you seem to be expecting something rather than being unwilling? We were also outside that time when your memories returned, right? Does it turn you on when I feed on you outside? It’s boring to just hide away in the house, and life would be even more boring without a bit of a thrill, you know.

Yui: Are you... saying that you weren’t intending to go on patrol from the beginning...? Even though you said you wanted to gather information on the other houses...?

Kino: Hm? That’s half true. I do want more information. So— Better stay quiet even if someone comes, yeah?

Yui: T-that’s... Huh...

Kino: It seems like someone’s come into the living room.

Kou: Ah, I’m so tired! I’ve been pushed around by Carla again all day... I’m spent.

Azusa: Good job today...

Yui: (That’s Azusa and Kou!)

Kino: Hehe... If you make any sound now, those two will notice you, you know?)

Yui: (I can’t...! I really can’t...!)

Kino: ...What’s with that face? Are you really expecting something? I’ll give you what you want and bite you, alright?

[T/N BOI THAT’S A GOSH DARN GOOD CG RIGHT THERE]

Kino: I think I’ll start with this orthodox spot—[bites down]

Yui: (Nn... Ah... Oh no, my voice...)

Kino: Hehe, look who’s being a good girl, trying to control yourself. Your body is trembling, though, you know? You won’t last like this.

Yui: (Kino, stop! We’ll get caught like this...!)

Kino: That desperate look in your eyes... It’s irresistible. When your facial expression pulls me in like that... I’ll only want to do more terrible things to you.

Yui: (...!)

Kino: I think I might bite you in a more sensitive spot. Your ears, for example...

Yui: [whimpers]

Kino: If you don’t endure it, we’ll get caught, you know? Who knows what will happen to you if they catch you.  Ah... Or are you the type that gets turned on by imagining those kinds of things?

Yui: (N-no...)

Kino: The scent of your blood has become so much sweeter... [bites down]

Yui: (...I have to hold back my voice... I can’t afford to be caught like this...)

Kino: Hehe, good girl. You must’ve started to feel so good that you can’t stand this, right? The same spot that I bit just now—What would happen if I bit deeper? [bites down]

Yui: [moans] (Oh no... I can’t hold back.)

Azusa: Eve... Didn’t come to us...

Kou: It’s okay, it’s okay! According to Carla’s strategy, we’ll swoop her away in no time.

Azusa: But, I... I don’t want to fight.

Yui: (I can hear the two of them talking... Are they right beside the window?)

Kou: You’re saying that, but we’re already steadily making preparations, though? If all goes according to plan, we should be able to launch a surprise attack on the Scarlet House in two days.

Yui: (A surprise attack on the Scarlet House? That way, everyone will start fighting...)

Kino: Hey. I won’t allow you to get lost in thought when I’m sucking your blood.

***

EXTRA AUDIO: TOUCH THE SPOTS ON THE SCREEN

(Kino’s mouth) Your blood really is the best... It almost makes me want to stay this way forever.

(Yui’s hand against the wall) It seems like they’re just outside the window. This is a rare opportunity for you to let them hear that wonderful voice of yours...

***

Kino: As punishment for your averted attention... I’ll bite you with all my strength.  [bites down harshly]

Yui: N...No!

(...! I let out a scream!)

Azusa: That voice... just now...

Kou: There’s someone outside the window!

Yui: (...! They noticed us!)

Azusa: Eve...?

Kou: What!? Why is Eve here!? I’m not exactly sure, but this is our precious chance! Let’s go, Azusa!

Azusa: Y-yeah...

Yui: (They jumped out the window...!)

Kino: Ah, they noticed us because your voice slipped.

Kou: Hey, did you come here especially to bring Eve to us?

Kino: Yeah. I’m not particularly interested in Eve or the Throne, so you can have her.

Kou: Huh? Are you serious?

Yui: That’s... Kino!

Azusa: Eve... Come here.

Yui: (...! I have to run...!) Ouch...

Kou: Aww. What are you doing, falling on your butt like that?

Yui: (This isn’t good... I don’t have any strength left in my body... It’s because Kino fed on me just now.)

Kou: I don’t really know what’s going on, but thanks for the hard work? Don’t push yourself, be a good girl and come here.

Azusa: If Eve comes to us... Everyone will be pleased. Carla, too.

Yui: I-I’m sorry... Please, let me off... (Those two aren’t the same as they usually are.) (I don’t know what they’ll do to me if their memories are distorted...) (Kino...!)

Kino: Hehe... You’re so frightened, it’s the best.

Yui: (...Does he really have no intention of helping me...?)

Kou: C’mon, just accept it and become ours!

Yui: ...! Let go...

Kino: ...!

Yui: (What will happen if I’m taken away from him...?) (Please, someone help me...!)

Kino: ...Ah. That’s enough. ...Hey... You would’ve been better off checking the roof first.

Kou: Huh?

Yui: [screams]

Azusa: What... was that just now...?

Yui: (A piece of the roof just... fell down?)

Kino: That’s what my powers can do. I’ll say it in advance, but I lured you outside as a trap. I could drop it on the two of you too, so... What will you do?

Kou: ...

Kino: Hehe... You can’t even get close to me. How uncool. I’ve fully understood that the two of you are just nobodies. 

Azusa: ...Why did you show us your powers on purpose?

Kino: Hm? Just killing some time. I’ve been wanting to see the surprise on your faces when I’m using them, to be honest.

Azusa: What the... hell are you?

Kou: Azusa, let’s stop this. We’d better call Carla.

Azusa: Y-yeah. That’s true...

Kino: That’s fine, I’ll let you off, so go on and call someone. Welp, we’ll be getting out of here now, though. Well then, Eve. Shall we go back to the mansion? We’ve kept the boredom at bay, after all.

Yui: (Ah... Kino is lifting me up...?)

Kino: What’s that face for?

Yui: I didn’t think you’d save me...

Kino: There’s no way I’ll let you go for real. I was just playing around a bit.

Yui: ...Playing around...? (He saw that I was frightened and he thought it was fun? ....No, it’s not just that.) (He enjoyed flaunting his powers in front of Kou and Azusa...)

Kino: I was planning on patrolling in secret, but I ended up making it a bit flashy. I wonder if it comes as a surprise.

Yui: (That magic... He has such unbelievable powers, and yet he’s only using it for laughs...) (What on Earth is Kino thinking...?)

-LOCATION: SCARLET MANSION LIVING/DINING ROOM-

Reiji: Quite honestly, I am relieved that you’ve come back unharmed. However, what on Earth were you thinking, ignoring my orders and taking Eve outside?

Kino: I’m sorry, brother Reiji.

Yui: I’m sorry... (I thought we’d safely arrived back at the mansion, but Reiji is furious...) (Still, I wonder why he’s also angry at me. Even though I’ve been feeling lightheaded ever since Kino fed on me.)

Reiji: What happened to Yuma? Didn’t you meet up?

Kino: I wonder? I have no idea.

Reiji: It seems that he’s gone astray. Good grief, what could Yuma be doing...

Kino: Well, we’re very sorry, so can we go back to our rooms now?

Reiji: Are you still half asleep? I have to punish the two of you appropriately.

Yui: M-me too...!?

Kino: Heh... I don’t really fancy those kinds of things, unlike Eve.

Yui: It’s not like I’d gladly undergo punishment...

Reiji: If you have something to say, say it clearly!

Yui: I-I’m sorry!

Kino: Well, just listen to us before you get angry. We managed to get our hands on some valuable information.  Carla and the others are planning a surprise attack. In two days. The target is this mansion.

Reiji: ...Can we rely on that information?

Yui: Yeah... I heard it too. Kou—Two members of the Violet House mentioned it.

Reiji: ...I see. There is no reason for Eve to lie, is there?

Kino: We provided you with some good information, so please let us off this time. That would be alright, wouldn’t it?

Reiji: This is not something that I can just let slide. However, in consideration of your work, I won’t blame you.

Yui: (T-thank God...)

Reiji: However, there won’t be a second time. Please keep your careless behaviour to yourself.

Kino: Yeah, got it, brother Reiji.

Yui: (We got off without being punished by Reiji... but...) (If he finds out that Kino made a roof fall down with magic then we’d really be in trouble, right...?)

Yuma: What!? Why did you come back before me?

Yui: Ah... Yuma.

Yuma: Why, you’re late.

Kino: Late? You asshole...!

Reiji: Yuma, where were you and what were you doing? I thought I’d told you to bring back Kino.

Yuma: Ah... I’m sorry... I searched here and there, and I lost sight of them. However, I scouted Ruki’s mansion instead!

Reiji: How far did you even go...? Carla’s mansion is completely the other way. Why can my brothers just not listen to me... Ha...

Yui: (I-It probably really is best if we keep the flying roof story to ourselves for Reiji’s sake.)

-LOCATION: KINO’S ROOM-

Kino: Jeez. The only gift Reiji was blessed with is moving his mouth. So noisy.

Yui: So, I’m staying in your room again today...

Kino: Obviously, because I’m your guard. I have Reiji’s permission, so don’t worry.  Ah, today lifted some weight off my shoulders. I was bored, so this was a nice distraction.

Yui: ...Hey, did you take me outside and assault Kou and Azusa all as part of your distraction?

Kino: That’s what I’m saying. What? Being fed on, being abandoned and stuff... Do you have a grudge against me now?

Yui: That’s not it, but... (Frankly, I thought we’d be confronting this situation together, but...) (It seems like Kino is enjoying this as if it’s a game.) (I wonder if he’d abandoned me when I was being swept away by Kou and Azusa, just because it would’ve been fun...)

Kino: Well, that whole bringing down the roof thing was a bit of a failure. I didn’t intend to go that far, though. That man... Kou, right? He touched you so carelessly, so of course that pissed me off.

Yui: Huh...?

Kino: It is what it is, right? Under these circumstances, you’re my one and only companion. A special being. If you think I’d really let you be taken away, then you’re sorely mistaken.

Yui: (...Kino is angry. Even though he let go of me himself.) (Such a selfish way of saying it, but... When they threatened to take me away, Kino saved me because that’s what he truly wanted to do.) (Everything he’s doing to me is so contradictory, and there are so many things I’d like to say, but—) Kino.

Kino: Hm? What?

Yui: Thank you for saving me earlier.

Kino: ...What? Do you understand what you’re saying? You got in trouble with those Violet guys because I started it.

Yui: (He’s at least got some degree of self-awareness, saying that it’s his fault for playing around...) But still, the reality is that you saved me, so let me at least thank you for that.

Kino: Hmm. I did something horrible to you, and yet you thank me. That servile character of yours is unwavering.

Yui: Ah... That’s not what I meant...

Kino: Well, I’d be in trouble too if you weren’t here. From now on, if anyone tries to take you away, I’ll save you. ...For the sake of my plan, too.

Yui: Plan...?

Kino: Nah, it’s nothing. Well then, let’s go to sleep.

Yui: Ah, yeah... (First he’s malicious, then he kindly saves me... I don’t know what to make of this.) (I really don’t know Kino, after all...)

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Words: 3,741 Demon!Dean x Reader Warnings: none reaaaally A/N: This is the fifth part of a series! Read Part 1 2 3 and 4 first!

You let out a sharp hiss of air through your teeth. “Oooh. Ouch. That’s gotta hurt. Wonder which one hung up on you. Think it was Cas?” you asked in an undertone.

Dean nearly spit out the bourbon he had just sipped. You were standing there, just a few barstools over, leaning against the bar casually as if you’d been there for hours. Dean’s brow was furrowed a bit in perplexity and you sauntered over a little closer to him. His eyes travelled over you, looking you up and down, following your progress as you walked. He was a little slack-jawed and watched a smirk curve your lips.

When you were close enough you leaned in toward him, reaching over and taking the rocks glass out of his hand and downing what was left in it before setting it back on the bar top.

Dean glanced around and noted that everyone else in the bar had vanished. There was no sign of the other patrons, no sign of the bartender. He looked back over at you and narrowed his eyes a bit, studying your face.

You only let out a light laugh and smirked again. “Something on your mind? Cat got your tongue, Winchester?” You blinked and your eyes went black.

Dean’s swagger finally caught up and overtook his surprise and he cleared his throat and looked away, putting on an unconcerned expression. He reached over the bar and grabbed the nearest bottle of booze and refilled his glass.

You watched him take a generous sip, all the while smiling vaguely as you studied him.

Now Dean kept his eyes fixated on the wall behind the bar. “So, are you really here or is this just another scene you’re planting in my head?”

Dean glanced around again at the empty bar. He noted that the music that had been droning from the jukebox had stopped playing. He sipped from his glass again and set it down on the bar top. “I think you’re fucking with me.”

“Hmm. Maybe...” Suddenly flashes of you laid out on that table, all color gone from you, motionless, intruded into whatever this was—like another channel flickering on through the static, overtaking the bar scene. In another moment it was gone.

When he straightened up and looked over at you again you were still studying him, but the vague smile was gone from your lips. “What are you going to do about it?” you asked.

“About what? You fucking with me?”

You made no response. Dean stared down into his glass, swirling the liquid around in the bottom, watching the color change from amber to ochre in the light.

When next Dean tried to look over at you, ready to speak, ready to ask you what you wanted from him…you were gone. And he felt—he felt empty. And that realization made him angry. He’d been following your trail, not even entirely sure why, but he had yet to even catch a glimpse of you. Part of him still didn’t believe it was even possible that it was you, but he had to know. He needed to see you. He needed to replace that last fucking image of your body with something else—anything else. But you’d been like smoke; impossible to catch, leaving just a faint scent behind as the only clue that’d you’d ever been anywhere. And goddamn it, it was impossible to wash off.

”Buddy. Hey! Buddy!”

Suddenly the bar was again filled with the drone of old country and the lazy conversation of other patrons. The bartender was staring at him expectantly. “You alright, pal?” he asked.

Dean cleared his throat and nodded, unable to stop himself from scanning the room, half expecting to see you cloistered away in some corner waiting for him. “Fine. I’m fine.”

“You want a refill?” the bartender asked, pointing to Dean’s glass.

Dean waved him off. “Actually, I’m good for the night. Thanks,” he said, throwing some bills down on the counter. As he stood, he swore for a moment he saw you out of the corner of his eye, leaning against the wall near the entrance, but by the time he looked properly there was nothing there.

The scenes you had forced into his head, and the strange feeling that he was seeing you everywhere now left him agitated and unsettled—something that wasn’t supposed to be possible for him anymore. He was a fucking demon. He went where he wanted and did as he pleased… but then—if that was true—why was he following your trail across the country?

_ _ _ _ _

“A Knight of Hell,” Sam repeated, glaring at Crowley.

“It’s not as if I planned it,” Crowley said with a shrug.

Sam scoffed. “Right. You just meant to turn her into a regular demon.”

Cas shot Crowley an icy glare. “Is that supposed to make what you’ve done better?”

Crowley looked affronted. “Oh, this is rich coming from you two! ‘Team Free Will’ is basically the Royal Family of unintended consequences. Apocalypse? Falling angels? Hello? All I did was create a Knight of Hell or two… ”

Sam and Cas glared at Crowley a beat longer before exchanging a look with each other. “We have to find a way to cure them,” Cas said.

Sam nodded. “Our only hope is that there is something at the bunker—maybe the Men of Letters…” he trailed off, his mind heavy.

”Even if that is true, how are you going to get Dean and/or Y/N in a position to be cured? It’s not as if you can just mail them an invitation and expect them to file in, in an orderly fashion,” Crowley said.

Sam sighed and ran a hand over his face. “He’s right,” he said to Cas. “It’s going to take everything we’ve got to bring in one of them, and forget about both.” He turned back to Crowley and stared at him for a long moment.

“…What? Don’t look at me like that, Moose,” Crowley said.

“You’re in on this, Crowley,” Sam said, his tone warning.

“Yes,” Cas agreed. “This is largely your fault.”

“Perhaps. But why should I care about demon Dean and demon Y/N running amok?”

Sam gave him a wry smile. “You heard Dean. With those two out there you’re chopped liver. How many demons are going to remain loyal to you when they find out there is at least one Knight of Hell roaming around? If you want to stay in power, you need them gone. Both of them.”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

There was a deafening crack and Dean shot up stock straight while his “date” ducked under the covers and screamed hysterically.

Dean’s eyes were wide as he took in the smoke from the gunpowder hanging in the air in a drifting cloud in front of you, the pistol in your hand still aimed, and the new hole in the wall behind the bed only a few inches above him. Flecks of plaster had rained down onto Dean and he brushed them off before turning back to glare at you angrily, but unable to completely erase just how shocked he was to see you standing there at the end of the bed.

”What the hell?!” he growled. His date continued to whimper beneath the covers and you rolled your eyes at her sniffling.

You considered the bullet hole in the wall above the headboard. “Oops,” you said carelessly, affecting a fake apologetic tone, but finally dropped the pistol to your side.

”Hey! This has nothing to do with you,” you said, raising your voice so Dean’s date could hear you above her own crying. When there was no response you continued. “Yes, you! Under the blankets! Get the fuck out!”

She peeked her head out, shaking from fear, to look at you.

You gestured in a circle with the pistol as if to say, “hurry up” while rolling your eyes again. “Get on with it! I’m not going to shoot you. I don’t think…” You sighed heavily as she slid out of bed and grabbed her clothes up off the floor. “For fuck’s sake…” you muttered under your breath as she stumbled around, still whimpering. “It’d hardly be worth the bullet,” you mumbled, now inspecting your fingernails carelessly.

Dean was still staring at you, a dark shadow across his face deepening, aghast. “Is this—you’re really—“

You laughed at what he was getting at. “Is this real?” you asked loudly, gesturing in the direction of the bullet hole with your pistol again. Dean reached up and ran a hand over it. It was real. His fingers came away stained white with plaster and drywall dust.

Dean’s date only sobbed harder and dashed out into the hallway, covering herself as best she could with her clothes.

”Nice to meet you!” you yelled sarcastically, flashing black eyes at her as she left. She screamed and the door slammed behind her.

Now it was just you and Dean.

”So, I guess it’s real,” you said, sounding completely disinterested.

”Why?”

You giggled a little at his question. “Why? Oh, I don’t know. It might have something to do with you tailing me all over the country.”

He said nothing.

”Why are you tailing me?” you asked, pacing around to sit on the edge of the other bed, facing Dean who was still under the blankets, staring at you in some mixture of disbelief and distrust. His guard was up and you smiled as you recognized it. “What’s the matter? You’re acting way different than the last time you saw me… Oh, oops—time before last.”

Another flash of your dead body jumped into Dean’s brain for a split second and he actually winced and put a hand up to his face, squeezing his eyes shut. He clenched his jaw, a wave of anger rising in his chest at the continued intrusion into his mind. He was even more annoyed when he saw the satisfied smile on your face at his reaction.

You laughed at his irritation. “You don’t like that pretty picture I keep planting in your mind?”

You watched him clench his jaw again and chewed your bottom lip, letting out an amused and satisfied noise at his further reaction. “Mmm. So, now what? You’ve been chasing me like my own shadow.” You tilted your head expectantly, and raised your eyebrows at him. “Here I am. What’s next?”

There was a flash of confusion across his face. What the fuck was he supposed to do here? What the fuck were you doing? He’d been chasing you but he hadn’t even thought far enough ahead to plan out what he’d do if he actually was in the same room with you. He’d just been so obsessed with getting a glimpse—and now here you were, sitting across from him, smirking at him.

He stared at you, steely, his expression seemingly impenetrable. “You tell me.”

Your smile widened and you got up from your place on the other bed and moved toward him.

Before Dean could react you were on the bed with him, crawling up toward where he was now propped against the headboard. His unyielding expression gave way to faint confusion, but he couldn’t look away from the way you were biting your bottom lip, your eyes fixed on his face. The next thing he knew you were straddled over him, sitting across his hips, your face close to his. He didn’t know where to look… his eyes flickered from your pouty lips, slightly parted, back up to the hungry expression in your eyes. One of your hands alighted on his shoulder and you reached up with the other and started to run your fingers through his hair.

Confusion was now mixed with amazement, but he sure as fuck wasn’t about to question what was happening.

”Dean, Dean, Dean…” you mused, the sensation of your fingers running through his hair almost hypnotic. Your eyes flicked down to his lips and back up to meet his green eyes, waiting, wanting, a little wide. Your lips curved in a small smile and you leaned in even closer, your lips now hovering mere millimeters from his.

Just when he thought your lips were finally going to meet his, you pressed a finger to the side of his chin and turned his head to the side. “If you don’t back off, I will fucking kill you,” you whispered right into his ear, your voice still silky and soft. You pressed a kiss to his jaw line and ever so gently dragged your teeth over his ear lobe, sending a wave of chills and electricity up his spine.

And before they even dissipated you were gone.

Dean’s head dropped back against the headboard behind him and his eyes fell closed. He couldn’t help but heave a heavy sigh, and clench his jaw in frustration. The next second he sent his elbow slamming back into the headboard. God-fucking-dammit.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

“I don’t think you’re going to find anything helpful in there, Crowley,” Sam said coldly.

Crowley looked down at the leather book in his hands. “Oh, no. Of course not. This is just a bit of light pleasure reading.”

Cas grabbed the book from the demon and tossed it down angrily. The title “Demon-caused Atrocities Volume 1: The Fall of Lucifer to Early Possessions” glared up from the cover.

”I don’t even know what we’re looking for,” Sam said. “I think it’s pretty obvious at this point what we’re going to have to do…”

Cas’s brow darkened. “It’d be nice to know for sure that it’s going to work before we cage up a Knight of Hell.”

“A lot of things would be nice, wouldn’t they?” Crowley retorted. “Chiefly, you getting these bloody cuffs off my wrists,” he added in an undertone. The demon rubbed at his wrists and the metal clinked.

Sam glared at him. “As I mentioned earlier, we could arrange that by moving you to your prior accommodations and fitting you with that neck collar if you’d prefer.”

“A little trust would be nice, is all I’m saying! We are in this mess together, aren’t we?”

Rage flashed in Sam’s eyes. “Trust? Trust? Are you kidding me, Crowley?” He stood up abruptly. “The only reason we are in this mess in the first place is because of you! So, no! I’m not feeling very generous. There is no way I’m just going to let you roam around in here! It’s bad enough that you’re in here at all! Now make yourself useful before I—“

Sam’s phone directed everyone’s attention to the center of the table, where it was illuminating and vibrating.

With a final scathing look at Crowley, he snatched it up. Unregistered caller.

Sam glanced at Cas who seemed to read the significance in that look. “Hello?”

”Heya, Sammy,” came Dean’s voice from the other end.

Another meaningful glance at the angel. “Dean.”

”How’s it going out there?” he asked.

”Uhh… peachy,” Sam responded, his tone puzzled. “Why are you calling? We weren’t really expecting to hear from you again.”

”Well, I just thought I would call you up and tell you I found Y/N and I really don’t think you should bother with whatever you’re planning.” The gravel seemed thicker than normal in Dean’s deep voice.

”What? What do you mean? What happened? Did she see you? Did you talk to her?” Sam’s voice was urgent and the questions were rapid fire. Cas’s gaze burned with more intensity, his blue eyes fixated on Sam.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and ground his teeth together. “Something like that.” No way in hell he was going to give any details on that encounter.

”Well, what happened? Where is she? Where are you?” he pressed.

”Look, I’m not calling to give you my goddamn coordinates, okay! I’m just calling to tell you guys to drop it. She is—this is way out of your league!”

Sam hesitated. “Uhh… yeah we—we know.”

This caught Dean off-guard. He really had been expecting the typical, noble Winchester fight—the old “I’m gonna do it anyway and damn the consequences!” refrain. “What do you mean you know?”

“Well…” Sam wasn’t sure if he should tell Dean what they thought Y/N had come back as or not. He was trying to weigh the options as quickly as possible and he looked again to Cas who seemed also at a loss for what to do. Crowley was even earnestly listening, his expression thoughtful. When Sam caught his eye, the demon raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as if to say, “go ahead.”

Sam put the call on speakerphone.

”What exactly happened to make you say it’s out of our league?” he pressed Dean again.

Irritation was dripping from Dean’s tone now. “What the fuck does it matter? I’m giving you the courtesy of the damn phone call to tell you to stay out of it! Shouldn’t you be grateful and not giving me the third degree?”

Now it was Crowley’s turn. “You said you had been hearing rumors among our demonkin that Y/N has gone nuclear,” Crowley said. “Did you hear in what exact way?”

”You’re still there, are you?” Dean chuckled. “Have they got you back in the dog collar yet, boss?” Dean asked.

Crowley’s face grew red and he clenched his teeth together, but he kept his voice calm. “I’m not quite sure even you really understand just how out of our league this Y/N-situation may be,” he said.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, I’m not gonna beg you for it. If you want to say it spit it out, otherwise I’ve got drinking to do and tail to chase.”

”We believe Y/N came back as a Knight of Hell.” It was Cas who finally said it. The words fell like lead weights and seemed to just loom in the room somehow.

A heavy silence stretched on the other end of the line, and if it hadn’t been for a little bit of background noise, Sam might have thought that Dean had hung up. But he spoke eventually.

“Bullshit.”

Crowley smirked. “That seems to be the lay of the land. You aren’t the only big bad demon in town anymore, Squirrel.”

Dean shook his head. How was that even possible? “How? Why would that happen?”

Sam laughed a little cynically. “Why does any of the shit that happens to us happen? Dean, I’m talking to you right now and YOU are a Knight of Hell. And somehow Y/N being one is unbelievable? You’re the one who just called us up to tell us to leave it alone because we can’t handle it.”

”You can’t,” Dean said again.

Sam threw his hands up and looked at Cas.

”But there’s no way she’s a Knight of Hell. Leave it alone.”

And then Dean hung up.

_ _ _ _ _ _

It was a rare moment where you were relaxing at the latest hotel you had decided to call home for a few days. Your boots were off and you had the TV on, kicked back against the headboard with a beer.

For once you had been able to put aside the rage which usually fueled you to keep moving, and your mind was quiet. That was until there was a knock on the door.

You annoyedly climbed to your feet to answer it, and were surprised to peer through the peephole and see two demons on the other side of the door. Your hand went to your hip and landed on the hilt of a demon knife you had tracked down in Romania. You wrenched the door open.

The two demons stared at you for a long moment before one of them finally spoke.

”We’re—we’re very sorry to disturb you,” he began.

”Then why did you?” you responded, leaving the door open and retreating farther inside, grabbing your beer off the nightstand.

”Umm… well, we came to offer you our help,” he said again.

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Help?”

The demon nodded. His associate stood a little back toward the door and was wringing his hands anxiously.

”What could you possibly help me with?”

”Anything!” he said eagerly, stepping farther into the room. “Anything you need!”

You peered at him in curiosity, your face not betraying anything.

”Listen, Y/N—“ he stopped abruptly when he saw the slight narrowing of your eyes when he said your name. “—umm… sorry. Your—Your Grace, your power is being spoken of all over. We know you’ve been killing humans and we want to help. We believe that you could truly unite demons again. Many of us are scattered and leaderless. We believe in you and your power. We want to help you.”

You took a swig out of your beer can and approached the closest demon, the one who had been making the little speech. You considered him closely, your face still impassive.

And then you jammed that demon knife into his chest.

Fiery light burst from his eyes and his mouth and the body crumpled to the floor as his associate jumped and went wide-eyed in surprise.

”What the fuck could I possibly want your help with?” you said, still looking at the body on the floor. You took another swig of your beer. You turned your back to the other demon and casually called over your shoulder. “Get out.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

To your annoyance, there were a series of these incidents over the next few weeks. Now not only were you leaving a trail of scumbags, but a trail of demons too. And despite your best efforts, the goddamn demons seemed to respect you even more for it. Fear you, sure… but respect you, too.

This is what you were expecting when you were sitting in a bar in Plainfield, OH when you felt someone suddenly approach you and stand over your shoulder.

”Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested,” you said, sipping your beer.

”Are you sure about that?”

You were surprised when the voice belonged to Dean.

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I’m on my shit again (a repost due to technical difficulties)

Something Wanting

A Yuri on Ice (Otayuri fanfic)

General, 3k words, part 1/3?

"She seemed taken aback for just a moment, then nodded with resolve before sliding off down the rink again. Spartan advice, but hopefully effective. It had been ten years and seven gold medals since his debut, but he barely felt qualified to pass out any sage wisdom on the matter. And yet Victor always sent the junior skaters to him, hoping they'd glean something useful they couldn't get from their own coach."

The Ice Tiger of Russia has cut a swathe through the skating world a mile wide in the decade since his senior debut. The ice has been good to him, but there are still things it can't bring him. Balance. Clarity. Companionship. Despite being enveloped in a small family he can call his, there's something missing. Something he can't scratch. When an old flame appears, the feelings boil over, and he can't hold onto his life as is, anymore.

"Mr. Plisetsky!" a little knot formed in the bottom of Yuri's stomach every time someone called his name like that, but he tried his best not to let it show.

You're a role model now, Yuratchka. The young ones look up to you . He could almost hear the old man in his head. Was that voice Yakov or Victor, though? It didn't matter. They had both chastised him about equal at this point. Yuri turned to the pale, freckled brunette girl who had slid along the rink to meet him.

"Mr. Plisetsky, I'm competing in my first senior division next week, and Coach Nikiforov-"

"And Nikiforov sent you over to force a pep talk out of me?" She blushed a little and turned her eyes toward her skates.

"I...Coach reminded me that you won gold your first time at the Grand Prix, and I just wanted to know if you had any tips."

"Are you expecting to 1.) qualify all the rounds to make it that far, and 2.) even stand on the podium?

"Ah...no...I just…"

"Well you should! You should always expect that of yourself. Eyes on the prize every time. Nothing short of gold should ever be truly good enough."

She seemed taken aback for just a moment, then nodded with resolve before gliding off down the rink again. Spartan advice, but hopefully effective. It had been ten years and seven gold medals since his debut, but he barely felt qualified to pass out any sage wisdom on the matter. And yet Victor always sent the junior skaters to him, hoping they'd glean something useful they couldn't get from their own coach.

"There's uncle Yurio," said another voice, thick with accent. Another name he shied away from, but at least the person who spoke it had grown on him. It hadn't been easy learning to share Victor. He'd been petulant, childish, unable to understand why he couldn't seem to get ahold of one of the few things he ever really and truly wanted. His anger and intransigence almost ruined him.

He'd had a moment of crystal clarity, though, when they all stood together on the podium a couple years later. Pork cutlet bowl wasn't going away. Not yet, at least. By the time he joined them at the altar as a groomsman, he'd come to think of Yuuri as...not a brother...but something between friend and family. Someone he'd feel the absence of in his life. Not that he'd ever admit to any of that in hundred years.

Of course, the best thing Yuuri ever did was provide the means of creating the singular best creature in all of existence. A black haired, gray-eyed three year old clung to his leg, her tiny little arms lifted to him.

"Valya!" Yuri picked up the girl and gave her a squeeze, nuzzling his nose into her tiny little cheek. "And when are you going to win your first gold, huh?"

"I just start skating!" she squealed.

"That is not an excuse, my little piglet. They have five and under competitions."

"Yes, they do, but we're not going to force Valentina to compete, you know that." Yuuri reached them at the edge of the stands. His round form dropped to the bleachers, pink and purple Hello Kitty backpack flopping down between his feet. Valentina had picked it out. He wasn't fat by any means, but the triple hit of retiring, hitting his mid-thirties, and becoming a dad didn't exactly lend itself well to keeping in triple flip condition.

"Valenka! My zolotska," cooed a silver-haired old coot, his skates slicing through the ice. "Come to papa!" Yuri held out the little girl to Victor who clamored over the railing to get to him. He planted a bevy of quick kisses all over her forehead and cheeks, chattering little endearments into her ears. "Here, go back to otousan, papa's gotta take off his skates." Victor deposited her back on the bleacher side, but she ran to Yuri instead of her own father, begging to be picked up again. He obliged as Victor came through the opening in the wall to sit down next to his husband. Victor leaned over for a kiss, and Yuri was quick to shy away. Seeing them affectionate with each other didn't gross him out like it used to, but the disgust had been replaced with a strange dull ache in his chest.

As he gazed out over the rink, he gave a hard glare to a handful of lingering teenagers, mostly girls, waiting to hopefully catch a glimpse of the legendary pair together in the flesh. They knew not to make a scene of themselves in front of their various coaches, though, and they were finally slipping off to the locker room to change.

"Is beef and cabbage okay for dinner?" It took Yuri a moment to realize he was being spoken to, too busy focusing on the retreating forms of the young skaters.

"What was that?"

Yuuri was looking up at him expectantly.

"I'm making beef cabbage rolls for dinner. Was in the mood for something from home. You're coming over, right? It's Thursday."

Right. Thursday. The weekly meal at the Nikiforov-Katsuki's. Those had started when Grandpa died and Yuri was officially all on his own. Come over when we're not traveling, one night a week, at least, for a good meal. You can't live on protein bars and instant soup. Yuri had learned how to cook properly for one in the meantime, but the tradition had held.

"Uh, sure, I like both those things," Yuri replied, taking a moment to play with the aglets of Valentina's cheetah print sneakers (a gift from his own hands).

"I dun like cabbage," she opined.

"Val-chan, you do like cabbage. We just had it last week," Yuuri responded in The Voice.

"But I dun like cabbage, now," Valentina insisted.

"Valentina, we eat the food that's cooked for us," Victor added in his version of The Voice. The little girl tucked her forehead into Yuri's neck in defiance. It was still strange to hear them speak with those tones of firm but gentle command. They weren't just fathers, they were Dads and it was still taking some getting used to.

"Kyabetsu! Kyabetsu!" Valentina had turned around to the idea of cabbage for dinner, and decided to invent a new song for the occasion. She demanded that Yuri march around the living room as part of her vegetable procession, but he'd tuckered out about half-way through.

Now he was sat on the couch, watching her babble in and out between Russian, English, and bits of Japanese. He had half a mind to record it. At the thought of it he was already doing it, tagging both her dads on Instagram. He didn't remember who came up with #borschtcutletbowl (probably Chulanont or his fiancé), but they all used it liberally, now.

Victor joined him on the couch, glass of red wine nestled between two long, pale fingers.

"You want a glass? We've also got half a bottle of vodka left in the freezer."

"I might, in a minute." Yuri leaned back into the burgundy leather sofa and caught a flash of their reflection together in the black of the TV. When Victor turned it on, it disappeared, but the image remained. Ingrained. Burned into the back of his eyes.

Victor had always been stunning. Everyone knew that. But he'd aged into something so fine and elegant it should have been illegal for him to simply exist in the world with other, normal people. Yuri had gained maybe ten centimeters at most coming into adulthood. Either he was destined to be short or all the years of ballet and salchows during his formative years really had stunted his growth. He'd put muscle on that small frame, though, despite attempting to stay trim and waifish for as long as possible. He'd only managed to maintain the "Russian fairy" aesthetic for a little while into his late teens before flowering into "attainable Adonis." The past couple of seasons he'd been working up to "your daughter calls me 'daddy,' too." It was orchestrated to hit its stride this year, and he had to admit a certain level of excitement. The end of his competitive career was creeping up on him, and if he could go out with a bang that'd be ideal.

"You should consider coaching," Victor said, in the middle of a thread of thought.

"Why the f-," Yuri caught himself. No cussing in front of the baby. "Why would I want to do that?"

"You're a multi-medalist, you can competently teach a step sequence, and you're great with the kids."

"Only two of those three things are correct."

"Valentina loves you!" Victor gestured to his daughter who'd now changed her chant to "Niku! Gyuuniku!"

"That's different," Yuri protested.

"The kids at the rink-"

"The kids at the rink are somewhere between desperate and starstruck, hoping to catch even a glimmer of fame or talent by association. They aren't even half the skater you were at that age..or a quarter of the skater I was." Yuri lifted the edge of his eyebrow smugly, but Victor pushed on, ignoring the jab.

"Well. I enjoy it. You're going to have to watch out for my Konstantin, this year. He's coming for your blood."

"So does he want the left or right side of the podium?"

Victor snorted ever so slightly into his wine.

"Don't be so quick to drop your guard," Yuuri called from the kitchen. "You've got some stiff competition coming up to meet you in the next few seasons."

"If I make it that much longer," Yuri added internally.

Valentina jumped up onto the couch, changing the course of the conversation toward when dinner would be ready and if there would be pudding for desert afterward.

"If you eat all your bites." Yuuri appeared, an apron rolled down to his waist, matching glass of wine in his own hand. Looking so domestic, it was easy to forget his post skating career was more lucrative than anyone they knew. A business degree had, indeed been an excellent fallback plan. Yuri only hoped his own post-secondary education would be so useful when the time came.

The Eastern European Cup was relatively new, only a handful of years old, but it was a good way to start the season. One of Victor's students was also competing, but the trip down to Moscow was easy enough it meant the whole family was tagging along.

The only downside to it being in-country was that he couldn't dodge the reporters with a feigned ignorance of their language.

When the microphones and sports journalists came at him on his way into the stadium, he steeled his body and mind for the onslaught. It was Valentina who came to the rescue. Her calls for "Dyadya Yuri" to pick her up destroyed the news teams with a level of cuteness none of them were physically prepared to deal with.

Within an hour, #daddyPlisetsky had overtaken all ice skating related newsfeeds. Yuri knew this because he kept getting tagged in all of them. He had to turn the notifications off on his phone just to concentrate on getting ready for his skate.

He was early, which was nice. He liked showing everyone the thing they were going to have to beat, put the fear of God into them, rustle their jimmies. He was also happy to note that his attempt at producing hyper-masculinity on the ice was effective. Checking his phone after his short program revealed that #daddyPlisetsky had quickly taken a more explicit turn.

"How'd they get so many pictures of your butt so quickly?"

Yuri jumped a little. He hadn't heard the other Yuuri join him at the top of the risers.

"Perverts screencapping the livestream." Yuri tucked his phone into his pocket. "Where's lil' bit?"

"She's down on the floor getting ready to 'help papa with coaching.' If she gets in the way, there're a couple of volunteers down there ready to watch her. I'm not worried."

"Hm…" Without thinking, Yuri pulled out his phone again, expecting his feed to be totally new, somehow, in the two seconds since he last looked at it. That was the worst part of competition. The long amounts of waiting between competitors, programs, and divisions. Yuri let out a soft groan.

"What's up?" Yuuri tapped Yuri with his shoe where they had both propped them up on the backs of the seats in front of them.

"Skate Canada is this weekend, also, and that asshole Leroy is there posting pictures and being gross."

"For someone you still call 'that asshole' after all these years, why do you still follow him?"

"I need to know what the competition is up to."

"He stopped competing two years ago."

"Not just in skating. In life-oh lord. Look at her; she's ready to pop. Why does he reproduce so much?" Yuri quickly flashed the picture of a very pregnant Mrs. Leroy to the other Yuuri who raised his eyebrows, impressed.

"Is that number two or three?" he asked.

"Four."

"Damn. Okay. That's too many. To each his own, but that's too many children in too short a time. I can't even...wooo." Yuri let out a big puff of air, perhaps imagining that many little versions of himself wandering around, clutching at his ankles.

"Everyone's getting married or having babies, right now. It's a little disgusting. "

"It's what people do. Welcome to your mid-twenties."

"I need it to be over. Also people being thirsty on these ass-shots. That needs to end, too. The sooner the better."

"You should've read the things posted on our wedding photos. It could be a whole lot worse."

"Oh, I did…I did. I even posted a few." For a moment, Yuuri went beat red, then sunk back into his seat.

"We're talking about when to look into number 2," he offered after a bit of silence.

"Another little piglet? I love Valentina, but two of you is enough."

"For the second one Victor would be the...uh…"

"Sperm donor?"

"I was going to use a more elegant phrase, but yeah. That's the idea."'

"The only thing worse than an extra piglet running around is a tinier, louder version of that creature."

The creature in question had started hauling up the stairs, Valentina in tow, pulling on the bottom edges of his sharp gray suit. A look of frustration stretched across his face, forming his heart-shaped mouth into weird contortions.

"There was some kind of error, and they've delayed the women's skate by twenty minutes. Irina's getting psyched out." Victor flopped down on Yuri's other side and sent Valentina off to his husband for a bit.

"She's tough. She'll be fine," Yuri mused, patting Valentina on the head as she passed in front of his knees. "Who all's competing? I didn't even look up the women's skate."

"Ahhhh, here." Victor pulled a slightly crumpled piece of paper out of his breast pocket and handed it over.

Yuri scanned the list, looking for names he knew. One, in particular, stopped him.

"There's a competitor from Kazakstan in the junior division. Guess who choreographed his short routine."

Both Victor and Yuuri leaned forward in their seats instantly, waiting to hear the fallout from this revelation. When he didn't say anything, the other Yuuri breathed in a sharp uptick of air.  

"How long has it been since you talked to him?" he asked quickly.

"It's not weird, is it?" Victor chimed in.

"I...is this what old married couples do? Live vicariously through their hot, single friends?"

"Yes," they answer simultaneously. He tsked at them.

"It's not...weird...alright? It's never been weird. We just don't see each other in person all that often, and the few times we do, we're too busy to catch up. And since he decided to drop out for a few seasons, he hasn't had a reason to come abroad. So...whatever. Leave it alone."

Yuri went back to his phone, not really looking at the screen, but trying to keep from looking at the idiots on either side of him. Then he saw it. It was an accident really, he hadn't even gone to Instagram stalk him, yet, which is absolutely the thing that was about to happen.

A picture of him in front of the Eastern European Cup welcome banner with a couple of young skaters.

He was here. He was here somewhere.

Another picture taken literally seconds ago from the bottom of the auditorium near the judges table.

Yuri was on his feet before his brain even knew what he was doing. The mere flutter of the idea that he might get to actually see him in person had sparked jet fuel in his belly, rocketing him down the stairs toward the rink. Around the bend, toward the kiss and cry. Just beyond that to the judges. Here. He was around here somewhere.

Then Yuri saw him. Tall. Dark. Black hair with eyes the color of charcoal. The haircut had barely even changed in all these years.

Yuri called out to him, and the man heard, turning quickly to find Yuri in the crowd. Their eyes locked with each other and the world faded away around them.

How long had it been since he'd seen him in the flesh? So long. Too long.

But here he was.

Otabek Altin.

#yuri on ica #otayuri #yuri x otabek #yuri plisetsky #victuuri #victor x yuuri #fanfiction #ashe writes fanfiction #while she's reimaging her harddrive.

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PENO- Prototype Transcript

(The first thing we see is a pair of three friends on a boat, a sparkly, superhero-looking girl, a feline/human hybrid wizard and a neon-colored purple boy telling them a funny story)

???: Then, ignoring me and Mom's warnings, my dear ol' Dad found the racoon under the trailer and his flannel shirt was never the same again!

(The other two laugh)

???: Dude, you tell the best stories!

???: Yeah, you should be a comedian!

???: I should, shouldn't I?

???: Yeah, yeah!

???: *Looks at his watch* Say, since it's lunchtime, what do you want, folks?

???: A cheeseburger.

???: *Holding a fishing pole* Sushi.

???: In that case friendo, me and Gem are gonna go get some fast food at a joint somewhere since I'm really craving hotdogs right now.

???: Sounds good, I'll guard the boat!

???: Good.

???: See ya!

(The wizard rowed the boat to shore so the other two can step out, leaving him alone for a bit)

???: And now, for some "me" time. ^__^

(He hummed as he opened up a can of magic, glowing worms and when he tries to put it on the hook, be accidentally pierces his finger)

???: Ouch!~ whoops...

(He plucks the hook off his finger and magically fixes the wound in his finger with a vital of a neon yellow oil he dabs on the said-wound, instantly healing it)

???: Good ol' hyper-frankincense.

(He sets up the bait properly and casts it into the water~ a few seconds later, a large ball of light quickly shot out of the water and onto the boat)

???: GYAAA!! *in his head* This is just like the great potion-mix up all over again!!

(He took a closer look as the light faded to reveal a girl with red hair and a white dress curled up in fetus position)

???: Oh?

(The girl woke up, stretched out and yawned adorably)

???: Hello there, what's your name?

???: BabyDoll.

???: That's cute, it really fits you.

BabyDoll: *Blushing* Thanks again, you're too kind~ and your name is?

???: My name is-

(Wish's two friends return)

???: Wish, we're back!

???: How about that cruise-line food?

Wish: *To BabyDoll* That's my name!

Wish: I got something even better than sushi, friendos!

???: Oh?

???: And who is that?

???: Gem, Ted, this is BabyDoll.

BabyDoll: Hello.

Ted: Hi!

Gem: Hey there, what brings you here?

BabyDoll: ....I am searching for somebody.

Ted: *Notices how childlike she seems to be* Is it your Mom?

BabyDoll: If my Mother was a wanted thief and part-time internet troll, then yes.

Wish: Oh, my!

BabyDoll: But in all seriousness, I need to go, fast, before he steals yet another precious artifact! *she is about to run until Ted speaks up*

Ted: Wait, maybe we can help you...

BabyDoll: You can?

All Three: Sure!

BabyDoll: Thank you for your offer.

Gem: So who is this person exactly?

BabyDoll: His name is "Charlemagne Chartreuse" and for his crime sprees involving stealing the crown jewels of powerful figures across the world, hacking countless computers and Rick-Rolling the great Erin of the East during one of their speeches~ he is branded as Public Enemy Number One.

Wish: He sounds like a real wild card...

Gem: More like a pest.

Ted: Did he ever go to prison and just happened to break loose?

BabyDoll: Nope~ he's super elusive and after countless tries of catching him, all authority figures have failed miserably to even see him in real life since 1998, the year he tried to hijack that giant red robot....oh wait that might have been a year earlier.

All: Woaaaaah....

BabyDoll: After learning about him on the news, I was determined to find him~ no one thought that a mermaid princess at such a young age could actually be able to even nearly catch a thief but somehow, I did, once....when I was a little girl stumbling about in the dark, I saw him for myself, trying to steal my parent's crowns and I since I knew they  where gonna be unhappy about their stuff being missing, I simply punched him in the gut and yelled for my parents about a creeper in the throne room; but when the whole nation learned about my rare encounter, they believed I was lucky enough to come across him again so they granted me the body of a superhuman powerful enough to finally catch him, beat him at his game and get him out of the galaxy's hair forever.

Gem: So when do we go looking for this guy?

BabyDoll: News reports have speculated him arriving in the museum tonight at 11pm sharp to steal the legendary golden anchor so we're gonna hide in the nearby artifacts and keep a look out for him, then when he shows up, we quietly sneak up on him and break all his bones so he won't steal or hack anything again!

Gem and Ted: Cool!

Wish: Sounds dark and a liiiiittle complicated, so maybe we should freeze him?

BabyDoll: What if he thaws out?

Wish: What if he goes to the hospital to get an operation?

BabyDoll: Touché, pussycat.

Ted: It's settled, we should do both!

Gem: Wouldn't it be smarter to throw him in jail....on top of all three of your suggestions?

The Other Three: *Beat* Yeah! :D

(We cut to much later where we see them entering a museum, juuuust before it closes)

Manager: Thank you for touring our museum, have a nice time.

Gem: Thanks!

Ted: *Whispers* So when do when do we start hiding?

BabyDoll: In about 15 minutes, enough time for us to find the golden anchor.

Wish: Good thinking.

Gem: There it is!

(Gem pointed to the anchor on display, fawned over by a crowd of people)

Ted: In all of it's glory, too.

Wish: It's beaaaaauuuutiful!

BabyDoll: I wonder if it was a gift to a powerful figure...

Gem: Seriously, they wasted all that gold for a freaking anchor?

BabyDoll: Alright, that's enough of the commentary, we gotta hide fast!

(They spot a huge vase and squeeze inside of it, but Wish popped out since admittingly it wasn't that huge~ ^^')

Wish: *To the Vase* What am I, chopped liver?

(He spotted a statue of your typical Pieta piece)

Wish: Perfecto!

(He put 2 variants of magic dust on Mary's robes that made it as if it was actual fabric so he could fit snug underneath and keep an eye out for Charlemagne but moments later, he still hasn't shown up!)

BabyDoll: Where the booger is he supposed to be?

Ted: Yeah, it’s half-past midnight, what's taking him so long?

Gem: Maybe he had to take a not-so-quick stop at the little boy's room?

BabyDoll: Maybe it was just a wild rumor blown out of proportion, sorry I had you guys caught up in this ruse, we should just go home...

Ted: Don't feel bad.

Gem:  It was kinda fun hanging out with you today, even if we didn't get to catch a thief.

(They got out of the vase, but ended up getting stuffed into a duffel bag, where they found Wish)

Wish: Guys, Charlemagne is in the building!

BabyDoll: We can tell.....KAMEHAMEHA!!

(BabyDoll blasted herself and her friends out of the bag and into Charlemagne's face)

Charlemagne: AAAAAAARGH, I CAN'T SEE!

BabyDoll: Call it karma, Charlie Brownish-Green!

Charlemagne: It's you, the little twerp who ratted me out to the king and queen~ you'll never be able to catch me, ever!

(BabyDoll grabbed Charlemagne's ankle)

BabyDoll: I can!

(And then she bodyslammed him)

BabyDoll: And I will!

(Again...)

BabyDoll: I can!

(And again~ you probably see where this gag is going.)

BabyDoll: And I will!

(Wish got his elements together and casted a frost spell on Charlemagne, freezing him into a giant block of ice)

Charlemagne: *In his head* And to think, I thought I'd never met a popsicle I never liked.

Gem: Hey wait, how do we get out of the museum?!

Ted: Easy!

(Ted pushed the cold turkey into the duffel bag from before and attempts to smash a nearby window with him until the rest stop him)

All: DEAR GOD, NO!

Wish: If only I brought the right materials for us to phase out of the walls...

Gem: Actually we could ask one of the museum guards nicely to let us out!

Wish and Ted: Okay!

BabyDoll: And how do we know none of them fell aslee-*She spots one of the guards shaking hands with Gem*....Very well. :3

(Cut to the police station, where the gang present the bag to a cop at the local station)

BabyDoll: Man, I wonder how hyped my folks are gonna be when they hear about this!

Gem: Yeah, we're heroes!

BabyDoll: Thanks guys, I couldn't have done it without you...

Cop: Yup, it's Charlemagne alright, come take a look-'n-see.

(They are shown a crude doodle of a leprechaun-man exclaiming: "You'll never catch me Lucky Charlemagne!!" and holding a cereal box with Charlemagne's stuffed inside grinning with a drill in his hand)

Ted: ....Maybe I should have gotten that hole in the bag patched up.

(And the chaos continues...next time)

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