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nykie-love-anime · 10 months

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Day 24 ~ Sharing Blankets

Building a blanket fort you (age 6) needed extra blankets and who better to ask than your older brother and his boyfriend.

“Kats.” You called out from the living room to your older brother who is hanging out with his boyfriend the cute green haired boy Izuku. “What do you want little girl?” he questioned his red eyes shining with laughter as he takes in the sight before him. You are right in the middle of a blanket fort with your teddy bears scattered all around the floor. “I need extra blankets please.” You asked him nicely with a big toothy grin.

“It looks like you have all the blankets here already.” He said quietly and you giggled as you shook your head. “No I don’t.” you laughed at the silly look he pulled. “Can you please get me more, big brother.” You pleaded and this time Izuku cut Katsuki off. “Of course we can get you more, little lady.” He said with a smile before turning around walking towards Bakugou’s room to take out a few blankets.

“You can’t give into her every demand babe.” Katsuki yelled after Izuku with a grumble as Mitsuki yelled at him to leave you alone. “She is little and wants more blankets let your sister have extra blankets because I know for a fact that you are not using them.” She said smiling at the brown haired girl who looks exactly like her but only with her dads hair colour and charming personality. “Whatever you old hag.” He grumbled walking towards his room to help Izuku.

“Thanks mommy.” You smiled at your mother. “Do you want to stay here with me?” you questioned her pointing at the spot next to you but she only shook her head. “Sorry baby girl but mommy has to go to the store. Maybe Izu and Kats can stay in there with you.” She grinned down at you. “Okay that is fine. I will ask them then mommy.” You started to get up. “Can I please have some Oreos?” you asked her with a toothy grin and she nodded her head yes. “Okay but only five as we are going to eat as soon as I get back from the store.”

“Do you guys wanna stay here with me.” You questioned the boys as they return with blankets galore. Midoriya smiled at you and nodded. “Oh of course. It looks like a lot of fun here.” He said with a grin as you handed him a cookie. “Babe we had plans remember.” Katsuki said looking at his boyfriend with wide eyes gesturing with his head to the door. “Okay but your sister asked if we could stay here. Who am I to deny this cute little thing.” He started tickling your sides and you squealed with laughter your eyes closing as he continued.

“But we…” Midoriya shot a glare at the angry blond making him quickly shut his mouth grumbling about being late as he sat down next to you. You handed him an Oreo and he smiled quickly devouring the cookie before you could change your mind. “Okay guys we have to watch the first of episode of the last season of Haikyuu because I missed it.” You said pulling out your iPad. “We are not watching that volleyball show you like Y/N.” Bakugou said making your bottom lip stick out and Izuku whacked his arm. “We sure can Y/N/N. Your brother is just mad that we are going to be late to this party.”

“We can’t be late it is supposed to be a surprise party for Weird Hair and it would look a bit odd if we aren’t there for the surprise happening.” He started saying. “Aah you do care about your friends Katsuki.” Midoriya teased the blond making him stutter. “I… I most certainly do not. And you know how Mina gets if we are not on time she is going to be on my ass the whole night about it.” Bakugou concluded and you turned to him excitedly. “Is it Kiri’s birthday.” You asked with wide eyes causing Midoriya to giggle at you not so secret crush on the red haired boy.

“It is.” Izuku says smiling at you. “Can I please come. I know it is meant for big kids but I love him so much. And I want to see all your friends again. Please Kats, can I please go. Mommy can come and get me after I see them all.” You pleaded with your big brother. “No.” he said standing up from the blankets. “Please. I promise I will behave” you pleaded again with a questioning smile. “You can come. We just have to make sure with your mommy if it is okay.” Midoriya said.

“Really. I promise you won’t even know that I am there. I just wanna meet the rest of your classmates.” You said smiling at Izuku but the words are meant for Bakugou. Katsuki just made a disagreeing cough making Izuku glare at him for the second time today. Deku knows that you haven’t seen class 3A in a while and it would be fun for you too see them all.

“Fucking fine.” He whispered to the freckled boy making sure you didn’t hear anything. “Let’s call mom and ask if it is okay first.” He grumbled starting to call Mitsuki and you giggled at the look on his face. “Thanks Izu. I am going to get ready.” You said running up the stairs so that you can put on the red dress that Kirishima said he liked once. As Bakugou returned he looked around. “Where is the little brat?” “She is changing.” Izuku said looking at him expectantly. “So…” “She can come for an hour then my mom is going to pick her up for food and then a nap.” “Okay I am ready to go.” You smiled at the boys as they turned their heads to you. “Oh my goodness you look so cute. Doesn’t she look cute baby?” Izuku looked at Katsuki expectedly and he just nodded his head grumbling yeah. “Ok come on slow pokes we don’t have all day.” Bakugou said as he walked towards the front door. “And you.” He said pointing at Midoriya. “Once we get back to the doors it you and I.” He said causing the blushing boy to nod with a sneaky grin, knowing he is going to be in for one hell of a night.

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struckbyelectriclove · 3 years

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hi i’m in love with @scarlettroubles’s dragon au and designs so i wanted to throw my hat into the ring!

this is elizaveta, and she’s kats baby! her species is called a “winged mountain lindwyrm”, and there’s more info about that under the cut!

winged mountain lindwyrm, aka “lesser-deity lindwyrm” facts

they are one of the fastest dragon breeds in the world, as their six wings and serpentine bodies allow for improved aerodynamics

lindwyrms can come in a variety of colors depending on their habitat! the most common colors and brown, green, and grey, but as some live next to the coast (“kingfisher lindwyrms”, after the bird) they can also come in a variety of deep blues and blacks!

most lindwyrms do not have wings, and only have their front legs (this is an exception with the kingfisher lindwyrms, as instead of legs they have flippers, and are are often mistaken for seals from a distance) winged mountain lindwyrms have adapted to living high up in the mountains, where sufficient food on the ground is scarce.

though some prefer to hunt alone, some winged mountain lindwyrms will form groups of two to four, called a hustle. at most a hustle will comprise of five, as too many will upset strict hunting group dynamics and create drama in the group. hustles have been known to take down larger game, and there has been a record of a hustle of three taking down a whole norwegian ridgeback. griffins and hippogriffs are more common prey.

lindwyrms are very proud creatures, and have been documented showing off their scars in their hustle. it’s noted that the lindwyrm with the most scars seems to be the leader, although this hasn’t been fully proven yet, as often young lindwyrms have been seen getting into tussles to gain such scars for more respect from their hustle.

when threatened, the mane of feathers around their necks will fluff up, making the winged mountain lindwyrm seem bigger than it is. they will also cool their bodies in an attempt to make themselves look more ready and dangerous.

winged mountain lindwyrms are called “lesser-deity lindwyrms” because ancient wizards (and muggles) used to think of them as messengers of the aztec god, quetzalcoatl. this phenomena died out for a few centuries due to the abrupt disappearance of the culture, but the name has been rediscovered by historians in their research and has been slowly adopted by the public.

winged mountain lindwyrms often sleep coiled around something, whether that be the outcropping of a boulder or around a bedpost in the dormitories. they often do not fold their wings when they are sleeping, as they are instinctively always ready for a fight, making them look a fair bit like a biblical angel from christian mythos.

winged mountain lindwyrms don’t have any kind of breath, but they are venomous! the older the lindwyrm is, the more potent the venom will be

just kat’s dragon info:

her name is elizaveta ira solokov! eliza for short, and lizzy if kat feels like teasing her

she is very grumpy most of the time. she often thinks very highly of herself, though that doesn’t mean that she’s pretentious. she just feels as if things should be better for her and her rider.

though she is grumpy, that’s not to say that she isn’t caring! she resents the other dragons who insinuate that she doesn’t like her rider, because she does! she just thinks that kats actions are a little silly at times, and that she needs to be more attentive sometimes. eliza is just the more serious of the two.

eliza didn’t know about kats curse until second year, but she did know that something was off with her rider, she just couldn’t put her claw on what it was. once she finds out (along with rowan and their dragon. it’s a whole thing), that’s when she really starts getting protective over kat, especially once she spills her story to her dragon.

eliza hates kats cursed form by the way. that’s not her rider, that is a monster that has trapped her rider somewhere inside of it. one of the only times she has called kat “mama” is when she is rampaging in her cursed form.

eliza and kat both share a love of fish! they would eat it for every meal if they could, and they both are particularly fond of halibut.

she tends to be a bit too headstrong, and she has quite a temper if you set her off. she is a master of the cold shoulder and often waits for the other person to apologize, even if she is the one in the wrong.

though eliza tends to act like the more responsible one in her and kat’s relationship, there are cracks in her seriousness. she enjoys a good cuddle with her head in kats lap and her body coiled around her, with her wings shading them both from the weather

eliza is also a heater, because duh, dragon, and on the colder nights she’ll forgo wherever she sleeps to go and squeeze herself onto kats bed and keep her warm during the night. sometimes kat will go to her and sleep in her coils, as she’s one of the only beings she’s not afraid of clawing in her sleep whenever she has nightmares. eliza’s scales are simply too tough for her claws to penetrate.

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tragedybunny · 3 years

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Naming Day

Swain wants to do something special for his wife Katarina, but finds out it is easier thought than done. Takes place after my story "The Blade's Edge"

I just wanted an excuse to write something sappy and fluffy about these two. I hope it works in that capacity.

A decent husband would recall his spouse’s Naming Day. That is the truth as espoused by those most intimately acquainted with living in matrimonial harmony. And for once, I intended to prove I was capable of being a decent husband. I am, of course, not one to indulge in celebrations of a spurious nature, Naming Days being one of the foremost of those. In times long past, the Noxii tribes would not name their children until they had survived their first year, marking the occasion with much celebration. As this tradition was passed down, the time grew shorter, and no one really withheld a name in the current time. However, a notion occurred to me as I overheard the bragging amongst a number of the Officers of High Command about the celebrations for their recent progeny. Marking the occasion would probably be appreciated by my dearest wife, and I rarely had the opportunity to indulge her.

Mere seconds later that thought was followed by a terrible realization, the source of doubts about my status as a decent husband. I had no idea when Kat’s Naming was. The notion tormented me as I hurried back to my office, a tactical retreat to plan my next move. Surely she must have mentioned it at some point. Was I not paying attention or had I simply forgotten? After bolting the door behind me, I settled into the chair behind my desk, desperately needing to think.

After an hour of stern concentration, and even inquiring of my birds, I still had no answers. Cold realization washed over me, I couldn’t remember my wife’s Naming Day. The battle was not entirely lost though. She had not been angry with me for any reason I had not discerned, so if I followed logic, it implied that I had not yet missed it. There was still one route to victory left to me, a strategic reserve as it were. Noxian records were unparalleled and went back ages. There was no way a Du Couteau birth in the years of Darkwill went undocumented. I would have to go myself though, I couldn’t trust this to anyone else.

With Kat out on an assignment, and the sense of urgency I felt, there was no better day to accomplish this task. As soon as the last dispatch of edicts and orders left my office, I hurried off. The records hall was just concluding its daily business as I arrived. “I have personal business to attend to, leave me.” The stunned clerk vanished as I waved him away. My steps quickly took me through the endless maze of shelves and cabinets, laden with registry books and rolls of parchment, to the section that should contain the correct date. With trepidation, I assessed my adversary, a near endless amount of paper, and felt a sigh leave my throat. Truthfully, I couldn’t place the year either. I could narrow it down, but still, the task would be daunting. Should I have asked for the clerk’s aid? Would it have been worth the embarrassment? The Grand General cannot figure out his wife’s Naming Day or birth year. With a frustrated growl, my left fist slammed into the wood of the nearest shelf and it buckled, making a distinct popping noise. It would seem I fell short again, a pattern I’m tiring of.

But I had to know the year, I...I’d been at the damned celebration. At the time it hadn’t been very remarkable, I had little interest in the Naming of an infant. Marcus had been a friend however, and our two families had long been allies. It was enough of an occasion that my parents had insisted on my attendance, even if I was only on a short leave from my fledgling military career. A memory floated to the surface of my mind, as though summoned at last by my concentration. Marcus spies me from across the room and rushes over, a smile adorning his features and a tiny bundle in his arms. “Jericho, you made it! Here, you must hold her.” That bundle is passed to me before I can utter a protest. I stare down at the cooing little thing, green eyes wide and locked on me, a dusting of red hair matching Marcus’s adorning her head. For just a moment I think perhaps infants are not so terrible after all. And then she screams at me, the wretched little brat, with such force and fury that Marcus quickly snatches her back.

It could be a humorous memory I suppose, but my teeth dug into my lip as I was reminded of exactly how much difference there was in our ages. So, just to make a clear assessment of my current position, I don’t know my wife’s Naming Day or birth year, and I’ve just been reminded I’m old enough to be her father. What a miserable set of circumstances.

Lucretia had laughed though. Another unbidden memory from somewhere deep inside, the place where I’d buried all remnants of her. I clenched my fists and willed myself not to feel the burning in my chest that accompanied it. “Lucretia.” The whisper filled the empty air around me. It had been the last laugh we would share, she would be gone in mere months, my first companion and friend, my sister. I remembered the year now.

It was easy enough at that point to find the correct registry containing all the high born births for that year, and from there, the Du Couteau name within. Ah, a solid victory at last, it was not for some weeks. We hadn’t been living together at the time last year, so perhaps it just hadn’t come up. I doubted the likeliness of that scenario, but either way, this year was sorted. We’d been busy enough planning for the wedding we never had that a small celebration would be a welcome break.

When the day had at last arrived, I felt a small touch of pride. I’d considered the notion of something more extravagant, but in the end, I’d thought she’d appreciate time where my attention was focused solely on her, where she didn’t have to share me with the Empire. It was something we both understood would be a rarity, but she never resented that fact. So, to that end, I’d planned an intimate evening at home, and handed Darius all authority until sunrise. Her gift was tucked away in the small wooden chest it had arrived from Piltover in. Dinner was arranged to be all of her favorites, starting with Cress’s seafood bisque and ending with a confection laden with strawberries. The bottles of her favorite Shuriman red had been brought up and placed on the table.

When I greeted her at the door, her surprise was evident. “Home on time for once?” I knew she didn’t intend it with malice, still, I was reminded of my fears that one day, she would no longer tolerate this life.

“I can always work in my study if you decide to keep up the sass, Kitten.” At that, she bounded into my arms with enough force to knock me back a step. After a lifetime of war and ruthless ambition, I’m not a man who deserves to be loved like this, but I’m selfish to cling to it as tightly as possible. “Shall we?” I held out my arm and she took it with the soft, slight smile that I know is mine alone. The dining room door lay open, revealing the first course on the table, and the cake awaiting us at the center. She inhaled a soft breath and turned to me, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Jericho.”

Looking down, I brought up my hand to cup her cheek softly. “Kat, I wanted to make this evening something wonderful for you and show you how much I cherish you. Happy Naming Day, my love.”

I leaned down for a soft kiss, which she absent-mindedly returned. Panic clutched at me, she was not pleased. Perhaps she had expected more? The wooden box on the table offered some hope, and I led her to it. After opening the lid, I carefully withdrew what was inside and set it before her. The finely carved crystal reflected the gas lamps and set hundreds of small glowing motes of light on the walls and ceiling. Two figures stood at the top of it, frozen in a moment. One turn of the small handle in the back and they began to move, the room filling with the soft tone of a waltz.

Still, she stood rigidly, saying nothing. “It’s the waltz from our first dance, that night at Solstice.” I offered, my heart rending in two. I had botched this somehow. All the careful planning, all my lofty intentions, it was all coming to naught. Even when I put all my will into it, I could not be what she deserved. “If it doesn’t please you I could find something else. I know it isn’t grandiose, perhaps it was a poor …”

“I love it.” She cut me off, but the melancholy in her tone did little to convince me it was the truth.

Moving in closer, I took her hand again. “I promise I won’t be upset if you don’t.”

“Did you realize you couldn’t remember when it was?” Her fingers entwined in mine, even as her eyes avoided me.

It would seem she had found me out. “Yes. I had to work it out. I’m sorry for forgetting.” Was that what she was upset about?

“You didn’t forget. I never told you.” The figurines stopped moving and she winded the handle again before finally turning to me. “I don’t celebrate my Naming.”

“Oh.” I’d still made a grievous error, just an entirely different one, it would seem.

Her gaze fixes back on the music box, the tune filling the silence between us. “When I was younger, just after Cassie was born, we stopped celebrating it. Father was away on campaign, this was before the move to Uzeris, and I excitedly went running to Mother the day of, asking how we would celebrate it. But she had Cassie now, and she looked at me with that cold look I would come to know so well, and replied that she was too busy with the baby. If I was old enough for Father to take away for training, I was too old for Naming Days, and that she would beat me if I continued to whine. I was five.” For a moment, she was quiet, staring into the distance. “You know what the worst part was? Father never said anything to the contrary when he returned.”

My own parents had been absent, cold, and ambitious to the detriment of all else, in many ways though, it was too typical of an upbringing in Noxian nobility. Kat though had experienced so much outright cruelty and intentional pain, I sometimes sensed I had not even scratched the surface of it. I wrapped myself around her until I could feel her head resting just under my chin, the place it felt like she was made to occupy. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stir up old hurts.” Though I wasn’t sure how, I felt as if I should’ve known better. All the secrets I’d seen, all my ability to be ten steps ahead of allies and adversaries, I should’ve figured this out. Desperately clinging to her, I kissed the top of her head.

“You know better, you can’t blame yourself. You’re not all-knowing, as much as you’d like the pretend.” Sadness still colored her words.

“A failure is still a failure, no matter the cause.” All I had wanted was one night to love her right. “I told you I would make a terrible husband.” My forced laugh did little to lighten things.

“Oh shut it, you’re wonderful.” Her arms tightened around me, making breathing difficult, but it was worth enduring. “You know what? Fuck her.” She looked up at me, that fire that I adore burning in her eyes. “She’s rotting in her empty manor, and I’m here with you, celebrating my Naming with the man I love.” There was a feral intensity to the kiss she suddenly pressed to my lips. “I won’t let her keep controlling me.”

In that moment, I doubted the gods themselves could control Kat if she put her mind to it. “Are you sure? You don’t have to force yourself.”

“I am. I don’t want to let the past ruin what we have right now.” There was no denying the conviction of those words.

I kissed her cheek and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “In that case, I do have further plans tonight that involve the two of us, another bottle of wine, and the bath.”

She inhaled sharply. “Only if it ends with the bed a wreck and both of us exhausted.”

“But of course, my love.” I kissed her deeply again, hands wrapping around her waist to keep her close. She really is the best thing that ever happened to me.

#swain #katarina #swain x katarina #katarina du couteau #jericho swain #league of legends #league of legends fanfiction

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lgvalenzuela · 4 years

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Thanks to @annabelle-tanaka-official for the tag.

MERULY

A: Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Emily found really fun how feral and inaccessible Merula was, she really never had a challenge seeing through someone until she came along, and needless to say, she likes a challenge. But what really did it for her was realizing Merula was also strong and independent just like she was. In Merula’s case she was drawn to her for just how mysterious (and suspicious) she was, and she really did find a mystery, just for her to unravel and discover, a complex person just like her, who was annoying and sometimes mean, but just as intelligent and elegant.

B: Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

They always thought they wouldn’t have one, kids are too demanding (but truly it was Merula’s insecurity, she didn’t have Good parents, so why would she be a Good mother). Until Alnair came along, a weird, powerful orphaned child who was just too interesting not to have around. When they noticed they were as good as parents as they were at everything else, they were curious how would they be with a baby, and it was weird and exhausting but very rewarding.

C: Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

They partake on what their friends call ‘affectionally bothering each other’ Especially Emily plays a lot with hands, kisses her hands, tickles her, boops her nose. She also blows on Merula’s ear which bother her the most, but well, Merula does it too.

D: Dates (What are dates with them?)

Emily really opened Merula’s min don the finest things in life, they go to the opera, to the theatre, to the orchestra, to the fanciest restaurants… she really likes treating her girl. They also really enjoy going ice skating together.

E: Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Emily tells her she’s her haven.

Merula tells her she’s the most authentic thing in her life.

F: Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Emily realized when she turned down the cutest girl in Beauxbutons to go see Merula.

And Merula noticed when she realized that she looked forward to Emily’s letters more tan anything else.

G: Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Surprisingly yes.

Emily especially likes leaving her flowers, giving her books with the sweetest things outlined just for her, writes her poems…

Merula composed some songs for her, wrote drafts of her letters so they would look as good as possible, and the thing that warmed Emily’s heart the most, she always gave her a report of how her sister was.

H: Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Merula doesn’t like holding hands, so she takes Emily’s arm, Emily shows off her girlfriend.

I: Impression (What was their first impression?)

Emily thought that she was so angry and that was funny, Merula thought: oh no, it’s a meaner version of Melissandre.

J: Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes. Especially Merula because Emily is a flirt and a known girlfriend stealer.

K: Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

They initiated their first kiss at the same time, they just kind of knew when the right time was. Their kisses are long and enthusiastic.

L: Love (Who’s says ‘I love you’ first?)

Emily.

M: Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Just…the first time they saw each other, and they didn’t know how important the other would be.

N: Nickle (Do they spoil one another? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Emily doesn’t spoil much, but does buy everything that reminds her of Merula.

Merula doesn’t spoil, or buy much for Emily, but what she does buy is more special and of better quality.

O: Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Emily: Purple

Merula: Dark green

P: Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Emily: Blueberry

Merula: Petit raton laveur (Little racoon)

Both are to bother each other. Merula was mad when she discovered Emily just called the exact same thing her sister did but in french, so she started calling her Blueberry remembering the one time stained herself with blueberry jam on a date.

Q: Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Emily: Quill

Merula: Books

R: Rainy day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Emily: Read horror novels

Merula: Sing

Slack off together.

S: Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

Emily usually writes her a beautiful poem, or she gives her flowers each with a different encouragement meaning, or just gives Merula anything that she wants.

Merula sings her some of her favourite songs and accepts to treat her like a queen for a day.

T: Talking (What do they talk about?)

Magic, curse breaking and crime fighting above all.

U: Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

For Emily is ice skating, for Merula reading or singing.

V: Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

They’re both extremely prideful. Emily is proud of her intelligence, sophistication and capacity to steal your girlfriend. And Merula…well, being the best witch at Hogwarts.

W: Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Because they were pen pals when they met, one year Emily decided to renew the habit of sending each other letters, just for fun, after fourteen letters she asked Merula if she noticed anything, she had started every letter with a letter that spelled ‘Will you marry me’.

They got married shortly after in 1992.

Their wedding was very fancy and sophisticated with a letter and distance theme.

X: Xylophone (What’s their song?)

I think I’m in love from Kat Dahlia.

Y: Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes.

Z: Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

An owl, a cat and a puffskin.

Thank you @antnliliumignis for all your help💙

For Damien and Ben

For Morgana and Barnaby

For Mercy, Penny, Talbott, Badeea and Diego.

#hogwarts mystery #emily gadea #merula snyde #merula snyde x emily gadea #mc x merula snyde #mine words

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my-woozi-happiness · 3 years

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Embracing Memories ~ A TodoBaku soulmate AU

Chapter 9.

Todoroki was poking Bakugou’s leg under the table with his foot as they were eating, occasionally glancing around the room before focusing his eyes back on Bakugou.

“Can you please stop doing that, Shou?” Bakugou grunted poking at his food, it still bothered him how they could see them. Are they really ghosts? How was I able to feel his breath? “Fucking talk if you have something to say.”

Todoroki scrunched up his nose, his cheeks red at the nickname as he continued to lightly kick Bakugou’s leg.

“I noticed Charles was wearing blue clothes with a black robe, it’s the same robe I, Charles, tossed onto the ground.” Todoroki placed his chopsticks down, leaning back into his chair. “I couldn’t make out what was on the pin though. Adam was wearing brown clothes with a dark green robe.”

Bakugou squinted his eyes, biting his lower lip in thought. Without saying anything he stood up and left the common room, ignoring Todoroki’s complaints. He came back a couple of minutes with his laptop.

“Lets see if I can find something with that. Don’t look at me like that, I just went and got my laptop.” Rolling his eyes, Bakugou sat back down next to Todoroki. “Oh stop it will you?” Bakugou chuckled, pressing a soft kiss on Todoroki’s forehead. Turning back to his laptop he quickly went to search for information about Charles. “There isn’t much about him. Only this, Prince Charles was set to replace King Fredrik once he turned 22 but unfortunately met his de- what the fuck!?”

Both boys jumped up as the laptop short circuited, the screen turned black and before they knew it it caught fire. Bakugou stared dumbfounded at his laptop, groaning about how he has to buy a new one now.

Todoroki suddenly felt sick, wrapping his arms around himself he crouched down onto the floor, breathing heavy. His vision turned black, his ears blocking every sound trying to come through.

“Oi! Shouto? Shouto can you hear me!?” Bakugou gently cupped Todoroki’s face. “Babe, are you with me? You don’t look so good, what happened, Shou?” Sitting down on the floor, he gently pulled Todoroki between his legs, rocking him from side to side. “Take a deep breath, baby, it’s ok, everything is ok.”

A couple of minutes passed before Todoroki finally stopped shaking, the color in his face came back slowly. He buried his face in Bakugou’s neck as he clung onto the blonde, mumbling.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.” Todoroki felt ashamed, it seems something always happened to him when it concerned Adam or Charles. “Can they please stop this? As much as I want to know more about them and what happened, this is too much.” Todoroki started trembling again, tears welling up in his eyes. “I ca-can’t handle it anymore, everything is so intense, don’t you feel it, Katsuki?” Todoroki looked at Bakugou, his eyes widened as he saw the look on Bakugou’s face. “Ka-kat? I’m so-sorry! I only keep talking about myself.” Lifting his shaky hands, he cupped Bakugou’s face, wiping the tears away.

“I hate them, I hate them for making us feel like this, for making you go through all of this.” Bakugou gritted his teeth, arms tightening around Todoroki’s waist. “Wasn’t it fucking enough that we know you existed!? Do you enjoy seeing us suffer!?” Bakugou screamed, his voice cracking as more tears ran down his face. “Fine! Show us fucking everything! Get this over with! I can’t stand this anymore!”

Todoroki was shocked, he never knew it affected Bakugou this much. He felt like such a horrible boyfriend. He quickly sat up on his knees, wrapping his arms around Bakugou, pulling his head against his chest, mumbling that everything will be fine, that he will try and be strong.

They both didn’t notice some of their classmates walking into the common room. Momo immediately saw them, gathered some blankets from the couch and carefully approached them.

“We’re not sure what’s going on yet, but we’re here to help ok?” She whispered, placing the blankets around their shoulders. “We’ll be quiet. If you need to talk, we’ll be right here.” Momo stood up, walking back to the others. “Midoriya, I know you also want answers but I think that we should wait a bit.” She smiled softly, ushering her friends towards the couches.

“I have never seen Kacchan like this, he looks so….broken.” Midoriya held onto Kirishima’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I don’t know why I feel so angry when I see those two together, but I don’t want this feeling, it’s not who I am.” Midoriya frowned, leaning against Kirishima, his cheeks flushed.

Kirishima wrapped an arm around Midoriya’s shoulder, ever since that incident between Bakugou and Midoriya, Kirishima has been seeing things he can’t explain, he knows Midoriya has seen it as well but he was too scared to ask the green haired boy about it.

“No matter what they’re going through, we will be there for them, right?” Momo looked at the two boys, she frowned when they both didn’t answer. “Midoriya, Kirishima?” Sighing, she stood back up. “If you only came here to fight them, I suggest you leave right now.”

“No, no! I’m sorry Yaoyorozu!” Kirishima stood up, clenching his fist. “It’s just, Midoriya and I might be going through the same thing.” Kirishima blushed as Midoriya pulled on his sleeve, silently asking him to sit back down. “It just seems that they have it much worse. Bakugou is my best friend and I hate seeing him like this.”

Momo looked at them, sighing. There wasn’t much she could do either, but she wanted to be there for her friends. She politely asked Kirishima to sit back down before carefully approaching the couple on the ground. She crouched down, waiting a couple of minutes before clearing her throat.

“Todoroki, Bakugou? It may be better if you sit on the couch by the fire.” Waiting patiently, Momo watched as Bakugou slowly pulled away from Todoroki. “I’ll go get you a wet cloth and I’ll make you both some hot choco, how does that sound?” Before she could stand up a hand grabbed onto her arm, turning her head she locked eyes with Bakugou.

“I don’t fucking know why, but I want to trust you, I feel like you have done a lot for us.” Bakugou’s voice was cracking. “Please tell us that we can fucking trust you.” He slumped against Todoroki as Momo laid her hand on his, smiling softly.

Standing up on shaky legs, Bakugou picked Todoroki up, carrying the dual haired boy to the couch, he glared at Midoriya as he sat down, Todoroki on his lap.

“Bakugou, bro, please don’t look at Midoriya like that.” Kirishima frowned, deciding he should just say it. “I think we know what you two have been seeing, why you two have been so close.” Looking at Midoriya, he smiled softly as the boy looked away shyly. “Midoriya and I noticed something strange after I held him back the day he tried to attack Todoroki.” He noticed Todoroki tensing up, biting his lip he took a deep breath. “Soulmates, right? Midoriya and I might be soulmates as well, I think I saw myself, at least I think that was me.”

“I don’t know how I can say this in the nicest way possible, but none of you have a fucking clue what we’ve been going through.” Bakugou held Todoroki even closer, rubbing his back. “We don’t just see our past selves, we experience every little thing, their pain, their troubles, there have been multiple times that we are them.” Bakugou groaned, thinking back about their first experience. “Todoroki’s ankle? My cut? That all happened when we were outside.”

Bakugou’s face flushed as he continued to talk, he gently pulled Todoroki away from him, caressing his cheek, silently asking for permission to continue talking. Todoroki nodded slowly, his eyes not moving away from his boyfriend.

“I kissed him when it happened. We had our first meeting in a forest, he fell off a cliff and we ended up inside a cave, its where we got injured, Shouto sprained his ankle badly when he slipped and I cut my cheek on, I don’t even know….” Bakugou turned his head towards Midoriya, narrowing his eyes. “And then you fucking showed up, telling me to get away from Charles. How dare you show up after all those years! After you burned down my house, killing my parents!”

Bakugou was seething, panting in anger as he slowly stood up, walking towards Midoriya. Todoroki’s eyes widened, he quickly got up and got in front of Bakugou.

“I’m sorry guys! This isn’t Katsuki!” Placing his hands on Bakugou’s chest, Todoroki took a deep breath. “Adam? Adam please calm down! You can’t just do this! This isn’t your life! P-please stop this.” Todoroki was trembling, he could feel Charles taking over him, he begged him to stay away. “Please, we live in a different time, Midoriya is our friend! This isn’t David, it’s Midoriya!” Todoroki squeezed his eyes shut, pushing Bakugou away. “We are not you! We are heroes in training! We are different from you! So stop it ri-” His eyes widened as both Adam and Charles appeared before them.

“I apologize, love.” Adam smiled sadly. “It’s not that we enjoy making you suffer, I would never make you live through this twice.” Adam looked over at Charles who stood in front of Bakugou. “Love? I believe we owe them an explanation.” He smiled softly as Charles walked over to him.

At that moment Momo walked back into the living room, wondering what all that yelling was about.

“What is going on here?” Momo frowned as she eyed the two strangers. “Are they?” She placed the tray down, holding out her arms, producing weapons from both her arms. “How did they get in here?”

“Mikaela? Mikaela had the same powers, Adam.” Charles tugged on Adam’s robes. “She looks different but her witchcraft is the same.”

Momo frowned, looking offended, she opened her mouth to reply when Todoroki stepped in front of her shaking his head, looking even more tired than before.

“You better fucking explain right the fuck now what is going on!” Bakugou’s hand sparked with small explosions, making Charles jump a bit. “Don’t fucking look at me like that! Shouto does the same when he’s scared! Don’t….are you scared of me?” Bakugou looked horrified, lowering his hands he stepped back, mumbling and shaking his head.

Todoroki turned his head so fast he heard his neck cracking, his eyes wide at the sight of Bakugou.

“Katsuki? Kat?” Todoroki grabbed onto Bakugou’s hands, looking down at them, seeing his hands were still letting out little explosions. “I’m right here, baby. Everything is ok, we’re not scared.” Smiling softly, he cupped Bakugou’s face, caressing his cheek. “I could never be scared of you, you are my everything and I know you would never hurt me.” Leaning forward, he softly pressed his lips against Bakugou’s.

Both boys felt Adam and Charles entering their bodies, their whole surroundings changed, the voices of their friends still close by as they continued to hold onto each other.

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ain-t-bovvered · 4 years

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15X12 Commentary

Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

@smol-and-grumpy (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)

Nat: welp i guess we'll start?

Giulia: Ye

Zee: I know we’re not ready but yes

Nat: count as usual?

Giulia: U r the only one ready snort

Zee: Shush I’m faking it

Nat: 3

Nat: 2

Nat: 1

Nat: go

Zee: The recap

Giulia: Already hate it

Giulia: ...kaia

Giulia: Ok but i loved dean shout there

Giulia: But i also don t give a fuck about kaia

Nat: i could make a list of people i don't give a fuck about

Giulia: Why the empty has a dick

Nat: earth 2

Giulia: Look how much-waisted air time

Nat: this better go somewhere

Zee: What is he on?

Giulia: Oh look das me every time a clerk looks too clingy

Zee: President Hillary Clinton

Giulia: Nice

Giulia: Radio shed ads look like mediaworld *winks in italian*

Zee: Can he shut up?

Giulia: Nerd

Giulia: Oh and another nerd

Nat: weird that on every earth people are still dumb as fuck

Giulia: The World

Zee: Oh no

Giulia: Yeah that looks my kinda world

Giulia: Aaah beard dean

Zee: Other toys

Nat: He can't even make a world that's gonna function

Giulia: I can get what I want from a hundred worlds

Giulia: What she said

God/ ME A DESTIEL SHIPPER ABOUT DESTIEL ENDGAME: Dean says I'm not gonna get the ending I want. And I don't know. Maybe... I...I mean, that shouldn't matter, right? I've gotten what I want from hundred of Sams and Deans. I could get what I want from a hundred more. And I don't care.

Nat: you can see the green screen. I mean him standing before one

Giulia: Amazing

Zee: Clear the board

Giulia: Can he clean this one too. I think he’s already doing it

Nat: our world

Nat: how do you know. still, he doesn't take out the dumb

Zee: Vegan

Giulia: ...vegan lasagna *cringes in Italian*

Giulia: Because he feels for them. Between similars u no

Giulia: Aah veins

Zee: I still don’t like it

Giulia: Ah so we are actually where we left off. I can tell u where my head is

Zee: I can tell you where I want his head to be

Giulia: Ooooh nice

Giulia: Look at Jack hair tho

Giulia: BABE

Nat: "I HAVE SPEND TIME WITH HER" *wink wink nudge nudge*

Giulia: 50k

Giulia: Scythe kink

Nat: ouch

Zee: FOCUS

Giulia: Bottom Dean

Nat: on what? dildo scythe?

Giulia: Please comment and reblog

Giulia: Hey

Giulia: No OnE

Zee: Is jack chubbier?

Giulia: Don t talk to my son like this

Zee: Sam should stop doing that thing with his face

Nat: He's just older

Giulia: I can count his gray hair

Giulia: ...

Giulia: AAAAAAAAH beautiful

Zee: How domestic

Giulia: Babe

Zee: Look at that little smile

Giulia: SO CUTE

Giulia: thank you for a small bubble of happiness. That shook my soul a bit

Zee: They seem a little happy. I’m scared. Oh there it is

Giulia: That’s a fancy-ass whiskey bottle. I want it

Zee: Kaia came looking for the spear

Giulia: Cute where is cas

Zee: Babysitting

Giulia: Of course she kicks their asses

Giulia: I wanna choke him too

Nat: they can't even fight one small girl. they're getting old

Zee: Can he get any deeper?

Giulia: What she said

Zee: THE VOIVE I MEAN

Giulia: Oh come on HOW CONVENIENT

Giulia: they pulled a Mary Winchester

Zee: Snort

Nat: i don't know what to think about all this

Giulia: Oh looks it’s us after the coronavirus. Eating lizards

Nat: I mean

Giulia: I just watch

Nat: I would eat it 🤷🏻‍♀

Zee: Dean said not tasted kinda decent

Nat: do I have to

Zee: YES

Giulia: SNORT

Zee: SEE? Babysitting

Giulia: ...listen….How in the hell...War Strategist angel of the lord cas loses at force 4. Fuck off

Giulia: Always makeup on point

Giulia: Not Kaia not helping

Nat: oh I see jody had time for lash extensions

Giulia: She must not be in quarantine

Giulia: ...La piegatrice mondiale. What a horrible translation

Giulia: Oh dean has nice hair. I wanna pull it

Zee: This is going so well

Giulia: Look at cas hair

Nat: He always goes like "Cas-tee-el"

Giulia: Tee-el

Zee: Are you only looking at hair?

Giulia: Cas sounds so done

Zee: But so good

Giulia: WHAT A SOFT LOOK I HATE IT DON T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

Giulia: A bit of a smokey eye on Kaia, What she used? Burned sticks? charcoal? Burned lizard’s tails?

Zee: Is it me or Jody looks older and Cas looks younger?

Nat: sorry but not Kaia can go fuck herself

Giulia: WHATEVER

Nat: so much airtime

Giulia: WASTED

Giulia: ...Shouldn’t he be strong af

Nat: I hate that the female's make up is always on point.

Zee: He’s gonna do something stupid

Giulia: Definition of a Winchester

Giulia: What a dad tone

Nat: I like Merl. Merl is me

Giulia: HEEEEY

Giulia: AHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Giulia: AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Nat: Winchester dumb

Zee: Winchester dumb

Giulia: what a mood

Nat: she's my fave character

Giulia: I love her

Nat: i want her in all the ep

Giulia: I stan her

Nat: give her more air time

Giulia: She’s the smartest in the room

Giulia: What a sassy reaper. Like my fav sassy demon

Giulia: I love how the Winchesters are there watching, being all: yup, that’s our dumb kid

Nat: Winchester stupid

Zee: They know she’s right

Giulia: DONT BORROW MY ANGEL LIKE A BATTERY

Zee: Dead angel walking

Nat: I seriously thought Cas holds out the cup he ejaculated in like in a sperm bank

Giulia: Can I unread this

Nat: No u can't, that's what happens when I’m in lockdown

Giulia: Look at that cutie with his cute backpack

Nat: boy scout dean

Zee: Sam’s smirk

Giulia: Babysitting again

Giulia: BS angel chivalry

Giulia: SHE’S SO DONE

Giulia: love it

Nat: she should have said "in your own time"

Giulia: Me and you have all eternity, they don’t

Giulia: ...wasting seconds of intense glares

Giulia: Oh look the gremlins again

Giulia: The last healthy Italians vs the infected ones

Giulia: Last Toilet paper’s rolls and dumb scared people

Nat: snorts

Zee: You’re on a roll

Giulia: Dean eyelashes are fluttering in the wind. Sam needs a hair elastic

Nat: I wish something else would flutter in the wind

Giulia: my fucks

Zee: Hey kid

Giulia: WHY ARE THEY HUGGING

Zee: It’s before corona

Nat: I thought they didn't like each other that much

Giulia: Exactly. They have like 0 relationship, I don’t understand

Nat: It's weird.

Nat: if she should hug someone it should be sam. but what do I know

Zee: Have y’all understood the point of all this? Cause I haven’t

Giulia: Literally none

Nat: I’m bothered by all the other things

Giulia: She had time to do her eyelashes

Nat: so we did literally waste an ep with getting Kaia back, like for real? I watched this?

Giulia: ...AH

Nat: you know the last season could have been so fucking good

Zee: Wtf?

Giulia: K

Nat: ah

Zee: She found out

Giulia: What a meme

Giulia: Billy: last season

The reaper: my joy

Giulia: Death is angry

Zee: I was busy In Italy

Giulia: Oh wow

Nat: Merl had one job

Giulia: The writers had one job

Nat: Billy is us because she has no patience in them wasting an ep freeing Kaia

Giulia: Then u killed me

Giulia: Smoulder time

Giulia: Aaaah a baby

Zee: What?

Nat: Meh

Giulia: Why

Nat: God's destruction is Jack

Giulia: Another meme

Giulia: Writers

Giulia: Us asking if season15 will be amazing

Nat: right

Giulia: Go watch the promo

Nat: is that a fiat

Giulia: That’s a 500, my old car snort

Nat: Are they gay antiques, dealers

Zee: Apart from the reaper everything else was pretty lame. We waited almost two months for that?

Giulia: We went through corona for that

Nat: they look like gay antique dealers. especially being outraged when Sam has to lose the man bun

Giulia: With their cardigans and shit

Giulia: We should all live together. Yikes. They gonna die

Nat: they would scream

Giulia: High pitched

Zee: Tf did I just watch ? Loved deans bracelets tho

Giulia: They’re Jensen’s . Probably

Giulia: Oh maybe they are sam and dean that grew up as men of letters

Zee: Gay men of letters

Giulia: Can they get hot and bothered by Castiel?

Zee: Maybe not both of them

Giulia: Nah Nah both

Zee: Will the angel be gay too?

Giulia: There will be no angel probably. Also, Angels are probably sexless so who cares.

Kat: Y’all finished?

Giulia: Yup

Zee: Yes

Kat: And?

Giulia: WHERE IS THE FLAVOUR

Zee: LLLAAAAMMMEEE

Nat: I wasted my time

Kat: Yeah. Who gives a flying fuck about Kaia. Literally no one

Giulia: guess they are tying the loose ends

Kat: No one has thought about her in 2 years, she was a dead end

Giulia: Idk what the point was

Kat: Idk to have Jack use his powers for some reason? Surely they could have found something better

Giulia: Idk man. Between this fucking virus and jib and life and this writing, I’m very much blegh. I mean I love my boys. But

Zee: Let’s just hope they give them a decent ending and not something so lame that it will ruin everything

Nat: You love them and you want the best for them. not half-assed writing

Giulia: Yeah

Nat: lol what show have you been watching the last season

Kat: Yeah. It’ll be ruined. I have no hope of anything else

Nat: I don't have much hope but also that will maybe make me feel better when it's not as bad as I think it will be

Zee: I know but I can’t let it drag me down

Giulia: Yup

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oh-boleyn · 4 years

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te para tres

words: 3809, language: english. jane & kat (kind of mom/daughter relationship)

author’s note: I wanted to keep multichapters on my ao3 but I actually kind of like this fic, and so I thought to post it here too! anyway it is also in ao3

tags: jane & kat - centric, kat is homeless, jane is trying her best, canon abuse/non con, tw abuse, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Families of Choice, Light Angst, pregnant!jane, sickness

part one: las tazas sobre el mantel part two: un poco de miel

la lluvia derramada

They take a taxi to the doctor’s office. The cold weather is not helping them to just walk or try any other route.

“Are you going to find out the baby’s gender?”

“Probably not. I want it to be a surprise.” Jane explains. “What do you think they’ll be?”

“I don’t know. I’m not good with guesses. Have you thought about names?”

“I would like to name them after a family member. It’s a family tradition I don’t want to lose.”

“Tell me names.”

“My father’s name is John.”

“Too plain.”

“Margaery.”

“I like it.” Katherine smiles.

“Edward?”

“Yes! It sounds like a prince's name, something out of Disney.” The teenager nods. “Who is Edward?”

“My brother.” Jane states. “He is my confidant, and he is there for me every time I need him.”

“Is he a good person?”

“Yes, he is.”

(…)

At first Katherine refused to search for her family, but she knows that unless waiting until eighteen was a goal, she should contact them, at least to get her job permission signed, or any document that releases them from being their legal guardians.

What she didn’t know was that her cousin, already in her late-twenties, would want to meet her.

She introduces herself as Anne Boleyn, and it would be a lie if Katherine said that she had never heard that name. They look nothing alike. Anne is shorter than her, has pale skin, green eyes and a round face. She is kind, but tense. Katherine can’t decide if she likes her or not.

Anne is way too enthusiastic for Kat’s liking.

Their first meeting goes rather political, but not as family is supposed to be.

Still, they decide to meet again.

(…)

Jane never thought Katherine would love hair dye so much, but now for the second time in a row they were sitting on the bathroom, applying electric pink dye to the girl’s hair. Anna recommended changing brands, mostly to not ruin her hair. Cathy also stepped in suggesting that once a month was an alright amount of time, but that doing it less frequent is better.

Still, Jane buys two boxes. If she can give Katherine a sense of stability, she will. Even if stability means dying her hair the same day every month.

(…)

“I can’t remember baking cookies, like ever.” Katherine comments, breaking an egg.

“You are missing a lot.”

Jane looks bright, like the sun. For the teenager, she looks like the standard picture of some announce. Her blond hair is up in a bun, which is not messy but not immaculate, her blue eyes are sparkling warm. She’s wearing a lose overall, with a yellow shirt. Her bump clearly there.

“Do you bake often?”

“No, not really. I used to, when I was younger.” Jane explains. “Can you measure the sugar? I need a cup.”

“Sure.” Kat moves, doing her task. “Why don’t you? If you love baking so much, you should do it more often.”

“I just don’t have the time.” She takes the flour. “Now I do, but before, living with my ex and college. It was just a lot; I never had the time to do it all.”

“Do you miss it? Your life before?”

“No, I don’t think I do.” Jane smiles. “I have better things now.”

She gives Kat a kiss on the forehead as good as she can give the height difference.

(…)

Living with Katherine is not always easy.

She would zone out from time to time, sometimes almost hurting herself. It was hard for Jane to keep up with her, because the teenager would enter periods of dissociation without previous notice. Other times, her personality would almost change, becoming furious and angry, throwing hateful words at Jane and begging to be back on the street.

But lately, every episode ended up the same, with both of them curling on the sofa watching a movie, until Kat would finally go to sleep.

Jane thought a lot about how her baby is going to be in sixteen years. Most importantly, if her baby will love her. The teenager who was now under her care rarely expressed feelings with words. Judging by how she acted around, the older was sure that they loved each other.

Wondering what could’ve happened if they didn’t meet wasn’t something she was too keen on. Katherine was the person she never knew she needed. Helping her felt so natural, almost like destiny, and Jane couldn’t love her more. The teenager had made her way into Jane’s life, becoming her daughter in all but title.

Jane hopes Katherine will let her be around, wanting nothing more than to see her grow and live the happy life she deserved.

(…)

Jane’s family were visiting, and Katherine felt nervous to the core. She knew how much the older woman loved her siblings, and if they didn’t like Kat, she might kick her out.

It was impossible to think about it, but Katherine knew better than to get too attached, even if Jane was the kindest person to her in a long time, so was Culpeper, and it didn’t mean kind was good.

“How is my little princess?” Jane’s father asks.

He looks like Jane; both share the same blue eyes. The word princess makes Katherine flinch, but she tries to cover her emotions. She toys with the pink dress Aragon gifted her from the spring edition of the magazine, while trying to ignore all the people who get into the restaurant.

“Dad, let me introduce you to Katherine. Kat, they are my father and siblings.”

“Hi, I’m Edward and he is my brother, Thomas.” One of them announces. “And my sisters, Dorothy and Elizabeth.”

Katherine is both glad and nervous none of them try to initiate physical contact, not sure if that was Jane’s recommendation or just their way to let her know she is not welcomed.

“I’m Katherine.” She replies, trying not to sound rude.

“Shall we order? I’m starving.” Jane announces, resting a hand on her stomach.

(…)

“Was her family amicable?” Anne questions.

She picked Katherine from the restaurant, trying to give Jane and her family a moment to themselves.

“Yes, they were kind.” Katherine replied, making herself smaller on the car seat. “She has a brother, Edward. He explained every family detail to me so I wouldn’t get lost when they talked about their extended family.”

Elizabeth was almost asleep on the back of the car, which led to the teenager deciding to ride in the front seat.

“That is nice.”

“They are buying her a new apartment.” Katherine blurs out. “They already did.”

“They must have money.” Anne adds, eyes fixed on the road.

“Yes. It is a three-bedroom apartment, and she asked me to move in with her. Like, living twenty-four seven with her.” Kat continues. “I haven’t said yes yet.”

“Do you want to?”

That was a real, fair question and Katherine didn’t know the answer.

A part of her wanted nothing more to have the security and protection Jane offered, late nights watching movies, waking up and having breakfast, going back to school, graduating. But she wasn’t sure she was able to do that, if she was destined to have that kind of happy life. The idea that Jane might kick her out any moment was something she couldn’t erase, but still, she decides to take a chance.

“I think so, yes.”

(…)

“Why did father do that?” Jane questions Edward.

“Do what?”

“Buy me a new place.” The woman states as if it’s obvious.

“You are having a baby. His first grandson. Of course he wants the baby to have a room.”

“And why the room for Katherine?”

“Do you not want her?” He questions.

“I do, a lot. But none of you do.” Jane speaks hurtful.

“We want whatever makes you happy. And if adopting a girl from the street is that, we are going to welcome her as one of our own.” The brother gives his sister a smile. “We are family.”

“Do you think she will want to be a part of it?”

“Your family? Sure. Not so sure about Dorothy, she is not likeable.”

They share a laugh.

(...)

“Jane stop it! It hurts!” Kat says, trying to get the older woman away from her hair.

“Don’t apply so much pressure!” Cathy indicates.

Braiding hair is harder than what she thought it would be. Parr is giving the directions, while Jane is trying to keep up.

“Sorry sweetheart, but this is hard.” Jane excuses herself. “Is there not something easier to do? Like a beginner braid or something?”

“This is the beginner’s braid Jane. It’s just a French one.” Cathy says. “Look.”

She takes Katherine’s hair on her hands, and starts braiding it quickly. In a moment she finishes half of it, doing a tight ponytail instead of finishing the braid.

“See?”

“I hate you, Parr.” Jane half jokes. “You don’t have a baby bump in your way, it’s not fair.”

“Shut up and just admit you can’t do a braid.”

Kat laughs, watching her reflection. “You make amazing braid, Cathy!”

“Thank you!” Catherine replies. “Now, let’s give your cousin a hand with the boxes. Or you will end up moving next year with half of the stuff.”

(…)

Jane and Kat move into the new apartment on a Monday, and they have their first fight on a Tuesday.

“I don’t want to, Jane!” Katherine screams, to the top of her lungs.

“Katherine Howard, we talked about this, you are going to therapy. There is nothing to discuss.” Her voice is hard, stern.

“Don’t Katherine Howard me.”

There is a slam on the door and the poster Anne bought her falls from the wall.

Jane is speechless, Katherine has never been so aggressive before. Even when she was upset, she was usually calmer, quieter. She hated it; how afraid the girl would look if she got even the littlest upset. Getting mad could be considered an improvement, even if it was not gladly received by the older.

Anne Boleyn

Hi Jane! Is everything okay? Kat just texted me if I could come and pick her up.

Jane Seymour

Yes, it’s alright, we were just discussing therapy.

“Katherine, come here please!” She screams.

The teenager comes out of her bedroom with eyes full of tears. The old phone with the cracked screen her cousin gifted in her hand. Her knuckles went white from the pressure.

“We have to talk. I’m feeling upset, I won’t deny it. I am not kicking you out nor I feel different about you, but we have to talk.”

“If I say I will go, will you just stop?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to help you. Why don’t we prepare some tea, and then we can talk?”

Katherine nods, Jane walks to her and puts Kat’s hand on her stomach.

“The baby is saying stop being so headstrong.” Jane laughs lightly, the baby kicking Kat’s hand.

The warmth on the woman’s laugh makes the younger girl relax.

Katherine Howard

I’m sorry, I over exaggerated. Don’t pick me up, but are we still on for next week?

(…)

Something good about the new apartment is how much space there is for the couch. A big pale blue sofa lays on the middle of the room, opposite to the TV. Katherine would be lying if she said she missed sleeping on the couch, her own bed being much comfortable, and her room made her feel protected. It was something she once had for granted, but having a place of her own was one of the best things that ever happened to her.

As usual of their late nights, they are searching for a movie. Streaming was good, it obviously was, but they had felt into the tradition of looking, going through channels. They found the same comedy months ago.

Watching it again comes as a silent agreement.

When the movie is half over, Katherine calls. “Jane.”

The older does not react, sleeping peacefully.

“I think you are asleep, which is good. I don’t know how to say it really, but I am so grateful and thankful and a hundred other words. You gave me a life again, the chance to be a person, to have joy. And you didn’t have to, but you did.” She squeezes the woman a little, careful to not wake her up. “You are going to be the best mom. I love you.”

Jane tries to not blow up her cover, but the slight smile shines through.

(…)

“Anne is my cousin.” Katherine begins to explain. “She is twenty-nine, and she has a little girl, Elizabeth, she is three. Anne is blunt, maybe impolite. She speaks her mind more than I would even think to, but she is also a good person. She pushes and asks me things I don’t want to think about, and it makes me angry when she does it. I also get angry when Jane asks me things I don’t want to answer, or begs me to do things I don’t want to.”

“Have you talked about this with them? Calmly, trying to understand each other.” Her therapist interrogates.

“No, not really. Jane loves to try and talk things out, but I feel nervous about it, I don’t like to talk about feelings.” She explains.

“Do you not like it or don’t know how to talk about it?”

The question plants itself on Katherine’s mind. It has been so long since the last time she had to actually worry about something that was not only her survival that she is not sure for how long she didn’t think about feelings.

Maybe it was when they stole her first backpack, or maybe the first night on the street. It might have been before leaving her house. She doesn’t remember feeling anything with Francis. Not even with Manox. Maybe her feelings have never been there until yet.

She wishes she knew how to express how much admiration she felt for the woman who showed her that not everything was lost.

(…)

“Jane! Anna called me, are you okay?” Katherine asks, running to Jane’s side.

Anne is by her side, looking worried with her car keys ready.

“Yes love, just a fake alarm. The doctor told me about this, fake contractions are a thing.” Jane explains.

“I just freaked out, okay? Cut me some slack.” Cleves complains.

“It’s alright, I had those for like two months with Elizabeth.” Boleyn puts a hand on Kat’s shoulder. “In case you want, I can drive you to the hospital.”

“No, thank you, Anne.” Jane smiles.

Their relationship was polite, they were not friends, but cared deeply for Katherine and were willing to do anything for the sake of their girl.

“Can you take us home?” Katherine asks.

Anne nods.

Katherine takes a moment to consider what she just said. Home. Jane, the baby, the new apartment. It was home, safe, secure. She felt loved there, at ease.

She wished she could just hold onto it and never let it go.

(…)

Jane feels her stomach constrict into itself.

A contraction, another Braxton-hicks. Except that it feels more painful, and a sense of unease settles in her stomach. She is only seven and a half months, the baby shouldn’t be coming, so she keeps with her chores.

Katherine picks up something that is wrong far too late into the night, her mind deviant and without having the chance to focus onto anything, even if she tried every exercise on her list. But once she does, she thinks it might be too late. Jane is having contractions almost every hour, and refusing to go into the hospital.

“Love, I swear I’m alright, there are still six weeks to go.”

“Don’t do this, let me take you to the hospital, as a precaution.” Katherine pleaded. “We might be in serious trouble if you keep refusing, if there’s nothing wrong we will come back and sleep and maybe watch a movie! But please, can we go?”

The older one takes the teenagers anxiety as something more worrisome that what is happening to her. She doesn’t want to make Kat feel insecure. Knowing her almost-daughter is in constant fear of abandonment, she decides to obey, just for her peace of mind.

(…)

Things are clearly not okay.

Her blood pressure is too high, and she has started to dilate. The doctors are quick to give her two shots, one to try and relax her muscles, in an attempt to cease the contractions, and another one with steroids, trying to help the lung development of the baby. Before Jane realizes, there are at least three beeping machines hanging around her.

(…)

“Love, have you talked with my family?” Jane asked.

Her contractions were more and more frequent, almost switching to active labour.

Jane wants to cry, feeling as if she failed her child. The doctors didn’t want to give her much information except for the stable vital signs of the baby. That was not enough to calm her down. She tried to be calmer, to don’t let her stress affect the birth, but she was beyond scared to be successful.

“I did, your parents didn’t text me back yet. Edward says he is coming, he is picking Dorothy. Elizabeth will be here tomorrow, and Thomas sends his best wishes but he can’t come.” Katherine explains. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore?” Jane tries to laugh, but a contraction hit. “I won’t lie, this is painful. Have you called Anne?”

“Yes, she was free to pick me up when I texted her. I don’t want to leave you alone, though.”

“That’s really thoughtful, Katherine.”

“Jane?” The doctor questions. “Can I check how it is progressing?”

She nods. Katherine holds her hand tightly. He checks the machines, and quickly calls a nurse. The teenager squeezes her hand, and she does the same maybe a little harder than intended.

“We have to do an emergency c-section. The baby’s heart rate is growing faster and your blood pressure is not getting any lower.” He announces. “Do you have someone to be with you?”

“Me.” Katherine quickly says.

“Are you over eighteen?”

“Yes.”

The way she lies feels almost natural, and Jane wonders for a second if she ever had to do that before. Her mind can’t focus on it for too long.

“Kat, you don’t have to come.”

“But I want to, really.” She gets closer and whispers to her ear. “Please, you have helped me so much. I have seen the worst things, I think. Please.”

“No, Kat, you are too young.” Jane says, firm. “Is there anywhere near but not in the room she can stay?”

“She can wait in the neonatal unit.”

(…)

They leave her in a corridor with a bright white light that is driving her crazy. Nobody tells her any news, and Jane’s family are supposed to arrive in a couple of minutes but there is still no trace of them. She feels helpless, unable to do anything and clueless enough to be insecure.

But then a nurse shows up with a baby.

“The mom is alright, but taking a nap.” She explained. “She wanted you to be the second to see him. She said you knew his name.”

The chat they had just months before still on her head.

“Edward. His name is Edward.”

(…)

“He is really tiny. And red. Are all babies that red?” Katherine asks her cousin.

“The ones that I know, yes. Elizabeth was quite big, but still red.” Anne smiles, remembering. “She had to be in a lamp and receive plenty of solar light because the doctors said she was yellow, though.”

“I don’t think he looks yellow, at all.”

There is a silence, not uncomfortable, but not at ease.

“How are you feeling about Edward?”

“What do you mean?” The younger questions.

“I know how close you got with Jane. When George was born, I was so upset, I almost cried for days. It took me a while, but now I love him a lot, even when he gets on my nerves.” Anne took Katherine ‘s hand in hers. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m not sure.”

She didn’t have enough time to think about it, to process that now Jane was a mother. A real mother with her biological son. The space Katherine took was now belonging to Edward.

“I am anxious, a tad frightened and excluded, I won’t lie about it.” A feeling of being exposed started creeping up. “But Jane has been nothing but kind. I can’t feel bad about him when she loves him so much. I love him too, I know I don’t know him, but if he is a little like her, he is going to be a good guy, and God knows we need those.”

Anne smiled, and the teenager embraced her in a hug.

“I’m happy you think like that, Kitty.” She squeezes the girl. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Annie.”

(…)

“Jane, can we talk?”

Katherine is trembling, her voice not above a whisper.

To admit how much she adored the older woman was nerve wracking. She almost couldn’t remember how it was to have a mother, since hers died when she was so young. Mothers were probably like Jane. She felt protected, cared for, near her.

“Honey, I’m feeling tired. My legs are killing me. Is it really important?”

She wanted to say yes. To explain how important it was for her, how her life changed for the better since meeting Jane. How much it meant the fact that she felt seen.

“No, not really.”

(…)

Jane feels worse. The ibuprofen is no longer working and her fever is burning up. Not even the idea of going to see Edward can bring her out of bed. Her headache is just getting worse each time, and she feels as if she was going to throw up at any given moment.

Katherine was by her side, trying to help, bringing water and soup, ready for when her mother, or not mother, decides to order her to call for an ambulance.

And she waits.

But Jane never asks, instead Katherine calls when she seems to no longer recognize her voice.

(…)

The teenager is sitting outside the emergency room, in a hall without anybody near her.

Her mind is not there, though, and she feels as if she can almost watch herself as a third person would. Not sure of how much time has passed, she tries to focus on counting numbers, but it doesn’t work. The presence of a doctor doesn’t help either, not even when he tells her the dreadful news. It’s not until she calls Edward, the older, that she realizes what she is saying.

Internal organs shutting out.

Say your goodbyes.

Jane is not waking up.

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An Alpha’s Love

Summary: Katherine Padalecki was raped and abused for years unbeknownst to her older brother, Jared. She had drilled into her head that she was too fat for love, she was unlovable, and that she would never find and alpha to call her own. After Jared finds his omega, he learns the truth and takes Katherine with him. Will Katherine find her alpha in this new city? Will he accept her, should she find him?

Paring: alpha!Jensen x omega!ofc Katherine, alpha!Jared x omega!Gen

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 5504

Square Filled: ABO DYNAMICS

Rating: EXPLICIT

Warnings: mentions of abuse and rape, slight angst, smut, dirty talk, unproteced sex (DON’T RISK IT TO GET THE BISCUIT!), mating, claiming

A/N: This is an old fic I had written years ago for another fandom. I was going through my old fics to see if I wanted to edit any of them. Well, I thought this one would make a good Jensen fic! With that said, if this kind of sucks, I’m so sorry. I would like to think I have grown as a writer from after this fic.

Also, all thoughts will be in italics!

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND NOT MEANT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. I HAVE THE UTMOST RESPECT FOR JENSEN ACKLES AND HIS BEAUTIFUL FAMILY. THIS IS ALSO NOT HOW I ACTUALLY VIEW DONNA ACKLES. HOW SHE IS IN THIS FIC IS JUST FOR THE PURPOSE OF THE STORY.

I hated going into town. All I ever saw were mated couples. You would think that me being a twenty-nine-year-old omega werewolf I would have found happiness with a mate of my own but alas that is not the case. Ever since I turned sixteen, I have been waiting and hoping for an alpha to claim me. An alpha had yet to claim me as his. I've assumed that because I wasn't like most, I wouldn't be getting a happy ending to my story.

I had hoped that by moving to another city with my older brother and his omega, I would find my alpha, possibly; I haven't even met the Head Alpha and he has allowed Jared and I to become members of his pack three months ago, well me rather since Jared was automatically a member due to Genevieve, being his omega.

Upon entering my desired destination, I sighed. What's the point of being a werewolf if you're not attractive and like every other werewolf? To explain, I don't have the infamous werewolf metabolism (I'm probably the only fat werewolf you will ever meet) and my physical wolf form is the size of an English Bulldog (I'm the smallest omega werewolf and pretty much all werewolves, in general, there is) so yeah; my life sucks. Another sigh.

So, I went to the store to get all my necessities as well as some food to cook for dinner. I was thinking about making my momma's fried chicken with mashed potatoes, gravy, carrots, green beans, and homemade biscuits. My tummy began rumbling at the thought of the meal I was gonna prepare for dinner. Once done, I headed back home. I didn't like spending too much time in public; I hated all the judgmental stares I received, or the ones filled with pity. It may be a new town and a new pack, but the reactions were all the same. Just like in our old pack, Jared was my only friend. Don't get me wrong Genevieve is a great woman, but I hate the look of pity on her face every time she looks at me.

When I got home, I put all my purchases away in their designated places. Since it was only noon, I decided to go to the studio and dance for a while. I may be a big girl, but I am very flexible, and I can dance.

While I was at the studio, I had a feeling of being watched. When I had finished my dance, I heard clapping. Turning around I spotted the alpha's adopted baby sister, Lea, was clapping her little hands. I had met the five-year-old on a couple of occasions and she was the sweet little girl I had ever met. So, I took a bow and it made her giggle.

"Thank you, Miss Lea for being my audience. I am so glad that you enjoyed my dance. You were my inspiration!"

Her big hazel eyes widened as well as her smile when I told her that the dance was inspired by her, which wasn't a lie. She reminded me of myself when I was her age and during a time when my parents were still alive. Granted the dance had a sad side to it but still she was my inspiration for it.

"Really? That was the most beautifulast dance I had ever seen!"

Just then the former alpha’s omega, Mrs. Donna Ackles, came in and I bowed my head in respect. She looked at me with such distaste I could almost feel and touch it. She didn't like that I was a plus sized wolf or Hispanic. Nor did she like the fact that I was unmated. In her eyes it meant that I would be after her son. Yes because, I want to go after a man I have never met let alone ever seen. Insert eye roll here.

"Momma! Kat told me that I inspired her dance! It was so amazing!" Lea beamed up at her adopted mother.

Donna's eyes softened when they turned to her youngest daughter. "Did she now, sweetheart? That was awfully sweet of her. It's time for us to go pumpkin. Jensen is supposed to get back from his trip soon." The former pack leader turned to me. "Miss Padalecki." With that she gently grabbed her daughter by the wrist to lead her out but not before she broke loose to run and hug me.

"Thank you, Kitty, it was a really lovely dance." Then the child was off with her multiple personalitied mother.

I went and changed back into my regular clothes and headed home.

Halfway home I decided I would go for a run but in wolf form. I haven't let my wolf out for a few weeks so I could feel her getting restless. I changed my course and headed for the forest. I hid behind a big enough tree and stripped out of my clothes. I put them in my dance bag before shifting.

After about fifteen minutes an interesting scent wafted into my nose. It smelt like whiskey and gun powder, an odd combination but strangely, it smelt heavenly and homely.

Not long after the scent was in my nose, did I hear a growl behind me. I froze. I began to feel frightened. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a wolf coming towards me. When he was in front of me, I was able to get a good look. I could tell that it was an alpha and that he was a hell of a lot bigger than my pup sized wolf. The alpha was just like me in color except in reverse, I was a jet black wolf with dark grey tipped ears and paws so that makes him a dark gray wolf with black tipped ears and paws. By the amount of power emitting off of him I knew immediately that he was the current Head Alpha. I bared my neck in submission, showing him that I meant no harm. Assuming by the angry look on his face he thinks I'm a feral omega.

Alpha please don't harm me. I was just letting my wolf out for a run.

Alpha Ackles stopped growling at me and cocked his head to the side in confusion. You're part of my pack? I don't recognize your scrumptious scent. I blushed at his words. I don't think he realized what came out of his mouth, still I took the compliment.

You allowed me to join your pack along with my brother whose Omega is your third in command's sister.

What’s your name Omega?

Katherine Padalecki, alpha. My brother calls me Kat while your sister calls me Kitty.

Very well, Miss Padalecki. For some reason being called Miss Padalecki by him hurt.

When he went to walk by me our fur touched causing sparks to burst throughout my body. Alpha. When I looked into his eyes, I knew it was true.

We stood staring at each other for a few minutes.

I heard him sigh in my head. Look Miss Padalecki... I bowed my head so that he wouldn't see the tears forming in my eyes. I had always feared that my alpha would reject me, if I had ever found him that is. I'm sorry Miss Padalecki but I can't accept you, at least not right now. Maybe when you've reached the legal age we can be together then. It would make me feel more comfortable and I wouldn't feel like I wasn't pressuring you into anything. I mean being Head Omega at sixteen is a lot of responsibility so I think we should wait, even if it pains me to. I have been searching for you for years, but I am willing to wait until you are legal.

I lifted my head to look at my alpha. You think I'm sixteen?

My alpha cocked his head again. Aren't you?

No Alpha, I'm not sixteen. I'm older than that. I'm older than the legal age, I'm twenty-nine Alpha. I could see the relief in his eyes.

You look so much like a pup, ‘Mega.

I sighed. Yes, I'm very tiny for an omega wolf. People are constantly mistaking me for a pup when I'm in wolf form. There are quite a few abnormal things about me. So please if want me to give you another reason to reject me, let me know and I can give you plenty, but please do it quick.

He remained silent for a moment. Why would you think I would need you to give me a reason to reject you when not only could I come up with my own reason but I don't really need one. Do you not want an alpha? He cocked his head to the other side.

I whimpered slightly at the angry look in his eyes. It's not that I don't want you, Alpha, I do, it's just that my entire life I was told that I would never find my alpha. That I would be alpha-less because mine doesn't exist.

Obviously I do exist! You're an omega, aren't you? He barked into my head. I whimpered at the force of his fury. It reminded me of my previous alpha. So, I did what I did best when I didn't want to be used by my former alpha, I ran like hell.

I could hear Alpha Ackles growling at me. Before I knew it, he had caught up to me and had tackled me to the ground. I tried to get out from underneath him, but he just bit into my shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin - just in warning. I let out a fearful whimper.

Why did you run from me? Don't you know you're not supposed to run from an alpha?

I whimpered once again. I-I'm sorry. I won't do it again just please don't hurt me where everyone can see. By this time, I was visibly shaking. Alpha Ackles noticed just how terrified I was and eased his weight off me some -he still had me pinned to the ground but without as much force as before.

I'm not gonna hurt you, I would never hurt my omega. Why would you think I was gonna hurt you?

My former Head Alpha, Alpha Grey, whenever he was angry would use me to his advantage. He would always tell me that since I had no alpha and that I was unlovable it wouldn’t 't matter if he took me over his desk or not.

My alpha growled. It caused me to whimper again. What surprised me was when he began licking my fur to try and calm me down. Sure enough, it worked. I stopped trembling and soon he began to make me feel pleasures that were unknown to me.

He had no right to neither touch nor take what is mine. You Omega, are mine. He began rubbing his body against mine making sure that his scent was all over me as a warning to other alphas that I was his and not to be messed with. The more he rubbed, the more I wanted him.

Was I ready to willingly give myself to my alpha? I wasn't sure. My body sure was ready. He let out a husky growl once he scented my arousal.

You smell delicious ‘Mega. Mmm, you smell good enough to eat. My body shivered with desire.

Alpha? My voice full of lust.

Call me Jensen, baby girl. But I do love how sexy alpha sounds coming from your mouth.

Jensen...do you plan on mating with me? He stopped licking and rubbing his body against mine.

Do you want to ‘Mega? If you're not ready, then we can wait. I don't mind waiting until you're ready.

I don't know if I am. I mean my body is, but I don't know if I myself am. Does that make sense?

It does baby. We can wait if you want. Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to. When was the last time he took you?

Three months ago today, so the day my brother and I left.

Can you do something for me ‘Mega? Can you shift for me?

I hesitated. Not only did I not want him to see my body I didn't want him to see my scars either. It was abnormal for a wolf to scar since we healed so rapidly. Another abnormality that I didn't want him to see, but because he is my alpha, I shifted. His huge wolf body still covered my naked plus sized one. When he moved to sit in front of me to get a better look at my body, on instinct, I covered myself by trying to arrange my body in a fetal position. He growled at me.

He growled furiously upon seeing the words carved on back, courtesy of my old pack. There were words like whore, slut, unlovable, worthless, whale, fat, freak, and alpha-less.

Who did this to you? Jensen growled out. He may still have been in wolf form but since he’d accepted me as his omega, we were able to still communicate telepathically. Advantage of being mates with an alpha. Disadvantage, kind of at times, my side of the conversation was spoken out loud – like now.

"My former pack. They hated me because I was different."

He growled once again. There is nothing wrong you, you're perfect the way you are. Why didn't your brother stop them or was he in on it too?

"Jared never knew. He already had enough on his plate to have worry about me more than he ready did. He worked three jobs to keep us clothed, feed, and sheltered. You'll think differently of me when you see my eyes. You won't think I'm so perfect then."

What could be wrong with your eyes? Turn around and let me see, Kitten. I smiled slightly at the new nickname – and kind of reveled in the irony of it- and complied. I would cherish while I could.

I waited for the rejection to come. Unlike my wolf’s vibrate green eyes mine were a violet color and very cat like; I don't have a pupil; I had a slit. So, I pretty much do have cat eyes. No one knows why.

You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Even more of a reason for me to call you Kitten, huh ‘Mega? His words shocked me.

"You're not gonna reject me…?"

Jensen's wolf gave me a look like, really? No, Kitten, I'm not. I would never reject what was destined and made specifically for me.

The biggest smile graced my face. I couldn't help myself as I ran and hugged Jensen. Not a moment later did I realize that I was still naked. I watched as his wolfy eyes trailed my naked body. It turned me on as he licked his lips in lust.

Lay down for me Kitten.

I did as I was told. Once I was on the ground, Jensen's huge body stood over the top of mine. His head leaned down and licked at my left breast. I let out a huge moan. Feeling his rough canine like tongue on me was heavenly. He liked the sound I made so he did it again and again. I was amazed when he took the nipple into his mouth to suck on it. Once he was satisfied with the attention, he gave my breast the appropriate amount of attention, he moved on to the other doing the same. Thank the moon goddess that we were out in the forest so that no one could hear my extremely loud moans. If his tongue was this amazing on my breasts, I can only imagine how heavenly it would feel in other places, if you get my drift.

As if hearing the trail of my thoughts Jensen began nuzzling his face down my body. When he reached the most sensitive part of me, he growled in approval. You smell appetizing. Do you mind if I taste you Kitten?

All I could do was whimper out a please.

He grinned a wolfish grin at me. Spread those amazing legs for me ‘Mega. Those scrumptious lookin' lips too.

I spread my legs then my lips. He licked his lips again at the sight of my soaked opening. He dove right in lapping at my heated core. It felt so amazing. I almost hit my climax when he got his canine tongue inside of me. His tongue was long enough to hit just the right magic spot. The entire time my moans and screams of utmost pleasure could be heard throughout the whole forest. I wouldn't be surprises if anyone outside the forest could hear me.

I was just about to reach my climax when Jensen stopped. I whined. Kitten, do you want me to mark you now or wait till we officially mate? It's up to you.

"Do you want to mark me as yours? Would you mind being tied to me and only me?"

I have waited for you for over a decade. There is no one else in this world I would want other than you. You were the one chosen to be mine and I wouldn't exchange you for the world. Hell, I haven't even slept with any other omegas. I was saving myself for my omega, for you.

"I wish I was able to save myself for you, I had every intention of doing so..."

Don't think about that ‘Mega. It's not your fault your last alpha was a monster. So, will you let me mark you now and do the public mark when we officially mate? I just need to make my claim somehow.

I nodded my head yes. That was all I could do. I didn't deserve an amazing alpha such as Jensen, but the moon goddess blessed me with him.

Jensen got back to work pleasuring me. He gave me the most earth-shattering orgasm I have ever had. It was so powerful I could see stars. He lapped at me getting all my spilling juices. Soon he was bringing me to another orgasm. Like the first time he stopped but this time he licked his way to my left hip and bit me leaving his mark, thus, causing me to have another earth-shattering orgasm. This time I did pass out from the intensity of his pleasurable tongue.

When I awoke, I was shocked at how warm and comfy I was. I opened my eyes to see a bare chest. My eyes trailed up to see the most beautiful face I had ever seen. My alpha was an Adonis. I trailed my eyes down to see his lower half was boxer-brief clad. Trailing lower to strong thunder thighs and amazing bowl legs. I looked at myself and saw he had put one of his flannel shirts on me. I was shocked that it fit me! The sexy bastard left me without underwear as well! I will get him for this.

Focusing my eyes back on his face I noticed that he had dark dirty blonde hair, almost a brown color. He had facial hair; I loved facial hair on a man. He had a scar on the left side of his chin. I wonder what the story behind that scar was. So, I apparently wasn't the only wolf shifter with scars. That made me feel a little better about myself. The closer I looked I could see freckles cover the base of his nose and the tops of his cheeks. I lightly giggled in excitement. I just couldn’t believe that I had an Alpha that truly wanted me! My giggling caused him to stir. His strong arms tightened around my overly thick waist.

"What's so funny my beautiful Kitten?" Oh, sweet moon goddess his voice sounded much sexier in human form. I almost orgasmed at the sound of his voice. He then groaned. "If you don't want me to make love to right this instant, I suggest you tone down that heavenly scented arousal of yours."

I don't know what came over me, but I began rubbing my lower half against his. "What if I want you to make love to me?" Jensen let out a moan that made me wetter than I already was.

Finally, he opened his eyes. They were the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. I was getting so lost in them. I could already see his love for me as well as desire and lust.

Continuing with my boldness I pushed against him so that I was straddling him. I could feel how well-endowed my alpha was. My core was right on his boxer-brief covered cock. It felt good. I gently rocked my hips causing us both to let out soft moans. Jensen put hands on my hips to try and hold me still.

"Omega, I'm serious. If you don't want to officially mate, please stop teasing me." My Alpha managed to get out.

"Oh, but you feel so good against my bare pussy alpha." Where the hell did that come from? Looks like my alpha brings out my inner slut.

Jensen bucked his hips up making his endowment rub harder against my core. Damn that felt good. "Oh, you are naughty my Kitten. I like those dirty words." He bucked into me again. "I wanna hear more dirty words come from that pretty little mouth of yours." He growled out.

I smirked down at my gorgeous alpha. I leaned down so my lips were touching his ear. "It felt so amazing having your wolf's tongue in my pussy. You really know how I like my pussy eaten. I can't wait to feel your mouth on my aching and soaking pussy again. I know it's gonna feel just as amazing to have your cock inside of me, pounding me into submission." I felt the vibration of his growl all the way to my heated core. "You like that Alpha? Do you feel how wet I am for you? Can your cock feel how much my pussy is weeping for it?"

Without warning Jensen flipped over with him still in between my legs but with my wrists raised above my head. His eyes were jet black. His wolf had come out to play.

"Don't tease me little kitten if you don't plan on mating."

I pouted playfully. "What if I want your hard cock pounding into my dripping wet pussy until you fill me to hilt with your cum? What if after you've knotted and filled up my pussy I wanna clean your cock with my mouth and make you hard again just so I can watch you come all over my pussy, drenching me inside and out with your cum. I want my pussy to be swimming and completely coated in your cum. I don’t wanna see an inch of bare skin, alpha." I wrapped my legs around Jensen's waist cause our lower halves to rub together, creating more friction. "That my darlin' is somethin' I want. Right. Now." I managed to break one wrist free and get it down his boxer-briefs, grasping his erect member. Jensen let out a gasp upon contact.

I pulled him out of his undergarments and began stroking him. His face contorted into one of pleasure. "Such a big boy. Does my hand feel good Alpha? You gonna be a good Alpha and give your omega exactly what she wants?"

Jensen's eyes opened, not the eyes of his wolf but still dark with lust and desire. "Are you sure this is what you want, Kitten? I don't want to make you do anything you don't wanna do and not because you think you have to. If you’re not ready, we can wait. I have no problem waiting for you to be ready."

My face went from seductive and playful to serious in no time. "I'm sure Jensen. I know you would never force anything upon me, let alone your body. I know you're not him. I want you Jensen, so much that it literally hurts. I am seriously aching for you to be inside of me."

He needed no more words of encouragement. He let go of my wrist and ripped open his shirt - what used to be his shirt I should say. Taking my hand off his erection I removed what was left of the shirt. He was quick to remove his underwear. He repositioned himself between my legs. "Before I make love to my beautiful omega, I am going to kiss you until you can't breathe. I haven't kissed you yet and I really want to." I was a little nervous. He would be my first kiss.

Jensen lowered his lips to mine. He gave me the most passionate first kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I wanted to keep kissing him, not caring if we mated or not. I just wanted to continue to feel his lips on mine.

After making out for a good while, I began rocking my hips against his erection. Jensen broke the kiss to let out a groan. "Okay I get it baby girl. One pounding coming right up." He grabbed a hold of his cock and positioned himself at my entrance. Being the amazing alpha that he is, he entered me slowly so that I could adjust to his big cock. He was a lot bigger than my former Head Alpha. My walls were tight around him. It was slightly painful, I felt as if I was losing my virginity all over again. The difference is that this time it's with my real alpha and he is being so gentle with me, for now at least. Once he was completely buried inside of me, he stopped his movements. "Tell me when to move ’mega. I don't want to cause you more pain."

It was a moment before I thrusted my hips up to get him to move. At first, he moved slowly but gradually sped up his pace until it was to my satisfaction. Just like I wanted he pounded me into submission. The headboard was banging against the wall so loudly I was surprised no one tried to come in and check to make sure everything was okay. Although, I was glad no one did.

I could tell Jensen was reaching his end when he began sucking and licking the top of my left breast where he would place my other mark. Soon my alpha’s knot was expanding and filling me to the brim with his seed, so much so it was gushing out of me. Once again, he gave me an earth shattering orgasm but thankfully this time I didn't pass out.

Jensen pulled his teeth and cock, after it had deflated, out of me causing me to whimper and laid down next to me. He pulled me to him; I rested my head on his sweaty chest. We needed a moment to catch our breaths. Jensen kissed my forehead lovingly. "That was the most amazing experience ‘mega. I am so glad that I waited for you. There will never be anyone else who will ever be able to satisfy me like you can. So, my naughty omega, where have you been hiding this vixen?"

I hid my face in the crook of his neck. I was suddenly embarrassed for my behavior earlier.

"What's wrong Kitten? Do you regret it...? Was I not good?"

I whined at how sad and vulnerable my alpha sounded. "I could never regret the love we just made. It was perfect. I couldn't have asked for a better first time with my alpha. I just don't know what came over me. I'm not usually so... slutty and dirty. You... you make me feel beautiful and desirable, even if I am fat and covered in scars."

Jensen's wolf growled in anger. "You my love, are not fat! Yes, you have extra meat on your bones but that does not make you fat! You have the sexiest curves I have ever seen. If I ever hear you referring to yourself as fat again you will be punished. As for your scars they may be malicious words but on you they are beautiful. They are what make you who you are. I won't stand to hear you think or say anything negative about yourself. If I do you will be punished. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Alpha."

His face softened. "’Mega, you don't have to constantly call me Alpha. It makes me feel like I am inferior to you. You're my equal. The only time you are allowed to address me as alpha is when we are in the bedroom, okay baby girl?"

I nodded my head before placing it back on his chest. Listening to his heart beat I fell into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, I felt around the sheets for the warmth of my alpha and was saddened to only find coldness. I sat up in bed pulling the sheet up my body to cover up my nudity in case someone walked in. I felt freezing without Jensen's warmth.

Just as I was about to remove the sheet to find my clothes the door opened. I held the sheet tighter to me. I was so happy to see my alpha. He was in a fresh clean pair of boxer-briefs and he was carrying a tray.

When he looked up and saw me looking at him, he blushed. The alpha of the Wayward Sons Pack was blushing all because I caught him bringing me breakfast in bed. My alpha was too adorable.

"Are you blushing Mr. Ackles?" I couldn't hide the smirk on my face.

"I wanted to surprise my beautiful omega with breakfast in bed. So, forgive me for being a little flustered that you caught me." Jensen spoke as he sat next to me placing the tray over my lap.

On the tray were two half blueberry-half chocolate chip waffles. Some eggs and bacon as well as some cinnamon rolls. For beverages there was a glass of orange juice as well as a cup of joe, black just the way I like it. I couldn't forget about the beautiful white rose that accompanied everything on the tray.

I was speechless, breathless. This was the most amazingly sweet gesture any guy had ever done for me. Judging by what looks like dried batter next to his lips I'm gonna assume that he made all of this for me and it's my favorite breakfast foods no less.

"Is there something wrong? I can make you something else if you would like..." Jensen spoke out in a rush when he noticed my watery eyes.

I shook my head no. "It's perfect Jensen. How-how did you know all my favorites?"

"I called your brother...He's quite the intimidating guy. I can tell that you mean the world to him. It makes me happy to know that you have a protective brother like him."

My mouth fell open in shock. Again, I was speechless. "Thank you, for breakfast. It means the world to me that you would go as far as contacting my older brother to find things out. I really couldn't have asked for a sweeter alpha." I couldn't help leaning to my left side and kiss him in appreciation.

After a moment we broke away and began eating the delicious meal he had prepared. I swear that his food was orgasm worthy; it was that good. While munching on a piece of bacon I had a thought.

"Where is everyone? I mean I know that we were... loud... last night and yet no one came in to make sure we were alright. I'm not complaining that no one did I'm just shocked no one came to ask what the ruckus was..." It was my turn to blush. Thankfully, Jensen decided not to comment on it, this time.

"My room is soundproof. I knew that one day I would be bringing my omega, and only my omega, in here and I wanted to make sure that we would not be disturbed in any form so when the pack house was remodeled I had them make my room soundproof as well as any room that belongs to mates that choose to live here in the pack house."

My mouth formed an "o". "That makes sense. I am glad you had the room sound proofed otherwise I would have been very embarrassed if someone had walked in on us." Jensen smiled and kissed my forehead and we went back to eating in a comfortable silence.

Never did I would ever think I would ever find mate or any type of love. Who would have thought I would actually have an alpha’s love? I sure as hell didn't and I couldn't be happier.

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lailaliquorice · 5 years

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just to be seen by your eyes

The fourth of the seven anon prompts: “Do you even still love me?” No name attached but parrlyn parrlyn parrlyn.

here is some sad parrlyn. it’s sad. sad but soft and has a happy ending so no panics. i wanted to write some sad boleyn angst because i usually batter her in some way so here it’s just sad. but cathy deserves all of the gold stars because she is an actual angel. aragon is a worried mum about her green daughter and kat is a worried little sister.

It wasn’t that unusual for Cathy not to join the other queens when they went out for drinks after the show. The only two who nearly always went without fail were Anne and Anna, everyone else had their days when they just wanted to cosy up on the sofa or in bed after a long day being on their feet. Jane usually came home if someone else wanted to so they’d never feel bad about ditching, Kat loved their pub nights but would have to back down if she was feeling too anxious, Aragon’s headaches meant that sometimes she just couldn’t face the noisy pub, and Cathy tended not to go whenever she was so intent on finishing a project that she knew she’d hardly pay attention to the conversation if she did go with them. Today was one of those days, and she’d just kissed Anne and made her promise to check in when she got back before she and Jane set off for home.

But Cathy found herself wishing she had gone with them when she heard the door open and Aragon call out her name with an unmissable tone of urgency.

Rushing down the stairs, she was confronted by the drunkest Anne she had possibly ever seen. She was swaying precariously even while Anna and Aragon held her upright, and when she looked at Cathy there were thick mascara trails down both cheeks. A very anxious looking Kat was hovering just behind them, clearly worried by her cousin’s inebriated state.

“What happened?” was Cathy’s first question, cupping Anne’s jaw gently and smiling at the faint spark of recognition in her eyes.

Anna shook her head. “I wish I knew. She was fine all night until she went to the bar for a refill then came back sobbing.”

“She was drinking more than usual though,” Kat piped up quietly, and they all turned to look at her wringing her hands nervously. “She never goes through that many drinks that quickly. Especially not when I’m there without Jane.”

“I noticed that too but assumed she was just having a good time,” Aragon added, her voice heavy. Glancing at Anne who was by then hanging her head and sagging in her arms, she asked “Do you want help getting her up the stairs?”

Cathy nodded, knowing that she alone would have no hope in getting Anne to her bedroom when she was a good few inches taller than her. “Thank you. Just take her to my room, don’t bother with the second staircase,” she said.

As Anna and Aragon started up the stairs, Cathy paused to pull Kat into a hug before following on behind them. Once Anne was safely sat on Cathy’s bed, Anna and Kat left towards Jane’s room while Aragon lingered for a moment longer. “Let me know if I can help at all, please,” she insisted, placing a hand on Cathy’s shoulder as she looked at her intently.

“I will. Thanks Catherine,” said Cathy, giving her godmother a grateful smile. It was obvious to her that Aragon cared for Anne more than she would ever care to admit, from the worry in her eyes as she watched Anne over Cathy’s shoulder to how firm her arms had been while Anne had leaned into her side. Aragon squeezed Cathy’s shoulder with a hollow smile before she carefully shut the door behind her.

Once it was just the two of them, Cathy noted with concern how Anne was just staring blankly at the wall as she walked over and knelt down in front of her. “Hey sweetheart,” she said, watching as Anne’s eyes slowly flickered to look at her. “How are you doing?”

Anne shrugged, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as Cathy gently took her hands. “’m drunk,” she slurred, swaying even while seated.

“I can see that, love,” Cathy said, giving her a sad smile. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours, hmm?”

At first she was worried that Anne was going to just shrug again, before she started to speak slowly. “It’s nearly Bess’ birthday,” she mumbled, and already Cathy could feel her heart breaking. “’nd I saw a woman show someone a picture of her baby. She had ginger hair, like Bess did.” She trailed off there, her faraway look returning as the tears fell faster.

Cathy moved to sit beside her as she started to cry harder, wrapping her arms around Anne’s shoulders to pull her close to her chest. “It’s ok to cry,” she whispered in Anne’s ear, rocking her slightly as she sobbed. “It’s ok to miss her. You should have had so much more time with her and it’s ok to be upset.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t see her grow up,” Anne choked out between desperate breaths. “All I’ve got is stupid portraits, I wanted to see her.”

“It’s ok,” Cathy repeated, leaning forwards to rest her head against Anne’s as if she was trying to physically shield her from the rest of the world while she cried.

Once Anne’s shuddering had calmed a little, Cathy leaned back and gently guided Anne’s head up to look at her with a gentle finger beneath her chin. Eyeliner and green glitter was smudged around her bloodshot eyes in addition to the mascara that ran in rivers down her cheeks, and Cathy knew she’d need to clean everything off before she could get Anne to sleep. “Hold still for a second,” she said as she pried herself out of Anne’s arms, kissing her forehead quickly before she hurried to find her makeup remover.

Anne was practically listless as Cathy gently wiped the makeup off her face, only vaguely responding to Cathy’s requests for her to close her eyes or tilt her head slightly. After several minutes of quiet she suddenly said “Dunno why I’m even complaining, you don’t even get portraits of your Mary.”

Cathy’s hand stilled for a moment. She would have been lying if she’d denied feeling a flash of jealousy as Anne spoke of wanting more than portraits of Elizabeth, but she’d shoved the feeling down immediately in order to comfort her girlfriend. She’d loved Elizabeth too, and if she missed the fiery young girl she’d done her best to protect then she couldn’t imagine how her mother would be feeling. She could never hate Anne for wanting more.

Clearly interpreting Cathy’s momentary silence as agreement, Anne clumsily pushed Cathy away and turned to face the other direction. “’m sorry ‘m so selfish,” she groaned, her breathing getting faster and shallower as she became more distraught. “So stupid, ‘m so stupid.”

“Anne, no-“

“No,” Anne ploughed on over Cathy’s interruption, flinching away from the hand Cathy placed on her shoulder. “Why d’you even put up with me? Why d’you deal with my nightmares ‘nd panicking ‘nd everything? You shouldn’t have to deal with me.”

Cathy just wanted to hold her tight enough to chase away all her doubts, but she knew that her reassurances would likely fall on deaf ears with how far down Anne had already spiralled. “Listen to me sweetheart,” she said, moving to kneel back on the floor in front of her again. “I don’t deal with you, because that’s not how people who love each other interact. I think you were dealt with the whole of your last life. I’m not dealing with you, I’m choosing you.”

Anne’s eyes were wide and afraid as she finally looked Cathy in the eye. “Sorry,” she said again, sniffling a little as she continued in a broken voice. “’m sorry ‘bout what I said. Do you even still love me?”

“Yes,” Cathy said without hesitation, sitting up on her knees to cup Anne’s cheek with her hand and wipe away her tears. “Yes, I love you so much and I always will. And I’ll never be angry at you for wanting more of Bess. I wish we both had more – just because you had more time with her than I had with Mary doesn’t mean you have no right to be hurting.

Anne hummed quietly with acknowledgement, giving the weight of her head into Cathy’s hand as her eyes slid shut. Cathy let out a quiet sigh of relief that she’d managed to get through to her at last.

“Let’s get you to bed,” she said after a moment of just watching her girlfriend, knowing that she was coming close to falling asleep where she sat. Anne nodded without opening her eyes, holding out her arms as Cathy stood and gently guided her into bed. She didn’t bother trying to get her changed into pyjamas, as her t-shirt and leggings would be comfy enough to sleep in and Cathy had already got changed herself before the others got home.

Once they were both laid down in Cathy’s bed, Anne didn’t hesitate before wrapping her arm over Cathy’s stomach and tangling their legs together as she rested her head on Cathy’s chest. Cathy gently played with Anne’s hair until her breathing evened out and she fell asleep, grabbing her phone from her bedside table and typing out a quick text to Aragon to let her know that everything was ok. Then she turned out her bedside light, rested her arm on Anne’s, and closed her eyes.

Come the morning she would need a lot of water and painkillers to get through the inevitable hangover, but for the moment they could just sleep peacefully in each other’s arms.

#six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #parrlyn #anne boleyn #catherine parr #laila's writing

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immortals-malec · 5 years

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Here we go, comparing the reunion scenes between Malec and everyone’s basic white ship c!ace. Now i talked about how 3x12′s c!ace moment fell under both bad writing and zero chemistry, i decided to expand on it, by comparing how Malec nailed it and how c!ace didn’t. So, the whole build up to the C!ace reunion from 3x10 to 3x12 is just lacking, just lacks, even though Jace believes that Clary is dead, he really doesn’t display the emotions for it, like he throws things around and yells, then goes to see Luke and suddenly believes that Clary is alive, this part falls on the writing and zero acting skills. Because this is supposed to be an emotional thing for c!ace and yet just lacks. Meanwhile Clary tries to get back to everyone and sorta falls flat there as well, because I can’t feel anything from her on that, they kinda show it but never really just made me feel it, when writing you’re supposed to do both so that way readers/viewers can feel it, that’s what I try to nail with my writing and with this, it’s just nothing. Barely any emotion, I felt more emotion from Luke trying to prove that she’s alive. And that’s because Isaiah can just somehow nail the littlest writing he gets. Anyways, to Paris, now this just makes me laugh because what the hell- most romantic city in the fucking world and yet you make it so lacking. I remember this clearly- another thing is laughable, is that green screened scenes of Matt and Isaiah. *clears throat* So they confront incesty burnt toast boy and Clary, she stabs herself he runs off, and Jace goes to her. While Luke and Alec just disappear from view. Now, they get all touchy-touchy and shit, kiss blah blah, meanwhile Paris in the background looks fake as shit, now I don’t feel any of the emotions, it just feels like blend bread, we get lines like “can’t believe i’m holding you,’ “always wanted to take you to paris.”, about how its some how better this way? What the fuck is that. But they fall flat because they can’t do line delivery, chemistry is off and the writing is shit. And also we got zero, and I mean zero feel! Emotions/passion just lack, if the lines lack, than as an actor you gotta do it on your own, Harry and Matt have done it, but Kat and D*m just didn’t do it and can’t. In this scene they don’t even act like they’ve been apart, like I want heavy breathing, sighs of relief, hugs, PASSION, and shit you know? But none of this is there, just nothing!! Like they just did one take and were like “that’s good, that’s a wrap on s3!” I also expected the scene to have some sort of declare for their love, but just nothing, they kiss, touch say some random lines and that’s just it. No emotions, no passion, nothing to show that they’ve been apart for a while and he thought she was dead, gone forever. Compare this supposedly romantic as fuck scene to the Malec reunion scenes? It looks like shit. In 2x09, they had Malec fight, it’s a stupid reason but fuck it worked anyways, so we would’ve that trope of one thinks the other is dead and the last words they said were angry words to them. In 2x10, was an action packed episode from beginning to end (its one of my favorites) Valentine takes over the Institute, and is on his way to getting the soul sword to its full power to kill the downworld, and we have Magnus over here worried about Alec, because he most likely can’t get ahold of him, because either is phone dies or is fucked up from the circle member attacking him from behind or he has it on silent not to alert the circle members that he’s alive and trying to stop them. And Alec’s worried about Magnus too, since the soul sword will kill him. And Magnus doesn’t care what happens to him, as long as he knows Alec’s safe, and we feel their fucking emotions even though the scenes are short, just more effort was put in by writing and the actors. Magnus has got the desperate breathing, feel to him, worried about Alec, which is something that’s failed by C!ace. They’ve got the feels about being worried about the safety of the other. So moving on the soul sword is turned on, Valentine murders half of the pack, vampires and seelies, and like ten seconds later Alec comes running in out of breath, like he most have heard what went down and saw/felt the angelic energy from the sword. (he looks way more upset by the downworlders’ deaths then some others *coughs* another time for that) And then he remembers, that Clary was under Magnus’s protection, and she’s there but Magnus isn’t, and it hits him like a million bricks falling down on him. You can hear fear, worry in his voice when he asks “Where’s Magnus? He wasn’t here, wasn’t he?” While he looks around at the dead bodies making sure that he isn’t here, as he’s told nobody knows where he is, the way he says “oh god” and runs out looking for Magnus?? Emotional bitch there, you felt his need to find Magnus, to make sure that he wasn’t dead, you felt the fear, desperation, you feel it, Matt rarely gets emotional scenes but when he does, he knocks it out of the park. Now you skip forward and it’s fucking like mid-morning, you realize Alec’s been looking for Magnus all damn night into the morning hours, he doesn’t find Magnus dead but you can still feel the fear he has, once they show him rushing out of the Institute, he’s breathing heavily, he looks like he’s on the edge of a panic attack, because Magnus, where is he, than Magnus comes running to Alec and just touches him, the look on Alec’s face seeing Magnus? *chief’s kiss* he’s so relieved and throws himself into his arms, hugging onto him so tightly. You feel their emotions, as they come back together, thinking that the other could’ve been hurt or killed. As we get close to the declaration of their love, we get Alec trying to catch his breath as he explains how not knowing if he was alive or dead, made him more terrified than any of his missions he’s been on, and Magnus feeling the same way, and than the little breathing gasps as Alec says he loves him? Just stab my arm. Than Magnus saying he loves him too? And then the kiss, they have, where Alec keeps his eyes open to make sure that Magnus is really there, and than him closing his eyes as they rest their foreheads together, feeling so relieved as Magnus smiled and then they bury their heads into each other’s shoulders? Fucking top tier, baby. the C!ace reunion was supposed to be like this and yet fell flat, when you’re supposed to be in the most fucking romantic city in the world, and you think that the love of your life is dead, and is suddenly alive, but you just er i can’t believe you’re here. You talk so fucking casually, meanwhile Malec’s is how it’s supposed to be Why did Malec nail that scene? Was it the director? The writing? Or Matt and Harry’s emotional acting skills? Answer is all three. Again compare that C!ace reunion to Malec’s in 3x21? Just lacks! In 3x21, we had that emotional cliffhanger of Alec crying as he watches the love of his life basically just leave after they got engaged (originally Alec and Maryse’s scene was supposed to be in 3x20, but got moved to 3x21), so we have Alec being all desperate and determined to get Magnus back, even though everyone tells him it’s a lost cause because Magnus can’t come back ever. But it doesn’t stop him, he legit stays up until he passes out from lack of sleep looking for a way to get Magnus back. Magnus is over here depressed, thinking that he will never see Alec or his family again, while looking over his engagement ring? Sobbb those emotions you feel, that lacked with C!ace at the beginning of 3b. And then we get him wanting to become a fucking vampire just so he could be with Magnus to face down Lilith, because he thought there was no other way. We get the scene of him getting pissed off to where he loses control over his magic because he wants to find Magnus, then the ring grounds him?? Fucking hell babyyy amazing. The reunion, Magnus looking out at Edom, to hear Alec’s voice, because at first he thinks he’s imagining it, but Alec keeps calling out his name until he reaches him, and Magnus turns around to see him there, with a relieved smile at seeing his fiance there. The way he says “Alexander” as he rushes, actually fuckin, skips to Alec until they clash into each other in hug, the way Magnus clutches onto him, Alec’s smile, as Magnus says he thought he wouldn’t see Alec again, and Alec pulling back to saying it’s only Edom, (boy is basically saying hell couldn’t stop them from b eing together) and that they weren’t gonna let him fight Lilith alone, (lets ignore Lorenzo’s ass always creepin in the background). You got Magnus saying, if we do win, then what and Alec revealing that he’s gonna stay with Magnus in Edom, leave his whole life behind for him and the look in Magnus’s eyes as he said that? *Chief’s kiss*. The whole time you got a beautiful sing playing in the background and the emotions again, the way they breath and shit just they nailed it. Basically the scenes are supposed to be the same type of scenes, and yet Malec nailed it where C!ace failed, they did the emotions where they thought the other could be dead/gone forever/they never thought they would see each other again. You felt the emotions. Meanwhile C!ace just talks really fucking casually during their reunion scene, it’s just like???? And Kat and D*m just couldn’t feed us emotions if the script lacked it. Lack of script handling and just unable to act out emotions made C!ace’s reunion suffer.

#sh couples #comparing scenes #its fun i should do it again tbh

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 4 years

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@thecorteztwins

I wound up writing a little thing based on those panels you showed me of villains “rehabilitating” (but actually being mind-controlled) at Clear Mountain Center in X-Men 92. This was meant to be a funny story about Fabian in rehab learning how to talk to women, but it got a little disturbing because of the mind-control aspect, and also Avalanche tells a grim little story about baby murder, so warnings for that. But now I’m really tempted to write something about Haven taking the place over and actually Doing It Right.

“So,” Fabian began, speaking in the halting tones of someone attempting to wrap his mind around a difficult concept. “You’re saying you’re not attracted to me?”

“Not in the slightest,” said Tabitha Smith, the mutant known as Boomer (and also Time Bomb, Boom-boom, Meltdown, and whatever other code-name caught her fancy). Her tone was firm, but she smiled at him, as if to soften the blow. “I mean, you’re obviously good-looking, just not my type.”

“Oh, of course, you prefer women. I understand. I am open-minded about such things –“

“Nooooo…..” Boomer cut in, with some slight irritation creeping into her voice. “I’m mostly into guys. Just different types of guys.” Fabian thought hard. He was tempted to spread his legs out wider, to give her a better look at what she was rejecting, but he’d gotten enough tiny power-bombs to the crotch to learn that that was a bad idea. (The low-powered bombs did no real damage, but they certainly stung.)

“I get it, I get it. You are holding yourself back. You are maintaining a professional relationship because you are my counselor.”

“No!” Boomer held her head in her hands for a moment, sighing. “Look, not every woman will find you attractive, okay? Everyone has different preferences. Like, people think Leonard Decaprio is super-hot, and he just doesn’t do anything for me, I’m more of a Brad Pitt girl. It’s not something you need to feel bad about, it doesn’t mean you’re like, ugly, or anything like that.”

Fabian’s mind whirled. This girl was young, beautiful, a powerful mutant, and had showed him such kindness as his mentor. She had a surprising amount of wisdom underneath her shallow and flippant demeanor. And yet, her judgement was so unsound. Perhaps she had some kind of psychological condition, like a strange form of face-blindness? But then, Fabian had been learning to accept many ideas that had previously seemed impossible. The idea of living with the humans in peace. The idea of answering hatred with understanding, not violence. The idea that he should treat others with kindness and respect, instead using them as stepping stones in his quest for status and power.

“Very well,” Fabian began again. It was difficult to force the words out. “I…accept that you do not find me attractive. I….accept that some people…..may….not find me attractive. After all, there are many different preferences in this world.”

“Yeah, dude, exactly. It’s like…some people like Cool Ranch Doritos? And some people prefer Nacho Cheese. There’s no right or wrong, except for the people who like Funyuns, because that shit is nasty.” Fabian wanted to roll at his eyes at her rather low class tastes, but instead he found himself laughing good-naturedly.

“Ha, ha, yes, that is a funny joke,” he said, beaming. It was strange. His mind felt so….slow. Like there was this weight pressing down in it. But at the same time, it was oddly pleasant. A bit like Anne Marie’s more enthusiastic hugs, which always threatened to break the recipient’s back.

“In Spain we have jamon flavored potato chips. Perhaps you would find them interesting to try. I will bring some back the next time I visit home.” He did not add that he had never eaten those chips, they were junk food for peasants, but if this girl found them enjoyable, he would indulge her. It was a nice thing to do, and he found that he wanted to be nice lately. He didn’t entirely understand why.

“Oh dude, that would be amazing!” Boomer exclaimed. “I love trying junk food from other countries. There’s so much cool stuff out there. Did you know that they have, like, a whole ton of Kit-Kat flavors in Japan?”

I don’t care, Fabian wanted to say. I spent my time in Japan eating Kobe beef and blue-fin tuna, not wasting my money on cheap candy.

“No, I didn’t know that,” he said aloud instead. He hadn’t meant to say that. He hadn’t intended to sound so interested, but his mouth and brain did not seem properly connected. The pleasant feeling hung over him, almost suffocating.

“OMG, there are like, so many! There’s strawberry, and sweet potato, and soy sauce, and wasabi – which is like, better than you’d expect – and sake, and…”

Fabian wanted to tell her to stop prattling, but he couldn’t quite find the words. He looked around the outdoor area while she rambled on. There was Blob pruning rhododendron bushes with Storm, the blossoms tiny in his huge, clumsy hands.

“….and blueberry cheesecake, and apple pie, and brown sugar syrup, and cantaloupe which sounds totally disgusting but apparently it’s pretty good, and…”

The Kleinstock brothers and Frenzy were tossing a Frisbee around with Feral and Cannonball, while Vertigo and Arclight were playing scrabble with Polaris and Multiple Man. Ruckus was strumming a guitar, pausing occasionally to sweep his hair back dramatically, and clearly looking around for an audience. Ugh, he was singing “One Tin Soldier.” Fabian hated that song. Fabian hated……a lot of things that were happening at that moment.

“….and maple, and pumpkin, and chestnut, and green tea, and Tokyo Banana, because apparently that’s a thing, and..”

He hated listening to this stupid girl spew out every thought in her empty brain. He hated sitting in group therapy and listening to the peons that he shared the facility with whining about their inconsequential problems. He hated having to hug people. He hated being stuck in this adult daycare while he should be leading his Acolytes to victory against humankind (and racking up a few kill points for the Upstarts while he was at it.) Something in his mind was breaking free.

“Enough!” he snapped, jumping to his feet. “This isn’t right! I shouldn’t be here!” Boomer paused in her Kit-Kat flavor recital.

“Whoa, dude. Chill out. You need a time-out, or something? Maybe you need some time in the Angry Room.”

“No, I do not need some time in the Angry Room,” Fabian snarled. “I don’t belong here with the rest of these losers, there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m….I’m so much better than the rest of you. I’m practically a god! I should be….should be –“ His eyebrow twitched. His body shuddered, and a fixed grin came over his face.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying things like that. What am I thinking? We’re all special in our own way. I just want us all to be friends,” Fabian continued. A single tear leaked out of one corner of his eye.

“Hey, good job, man,” said Boomer, patting him on the shoulder. “You recognized a negative thought pattern, and then, like, stopped it. That totally deserves a Hershey Kiss.” She tossed him the silver wrapped chocolate.

“Thank you.” Fabian shuddered again, and then his body seemed to relax, his tense smile softening into one that seemed genuine, if a bit dazed. “I like Hershey Kisses.”

“Don’t we all, buddy.”

“They are good,” Fabian continued, pulling the foil off and popping the chocolate in his mouth absent-mindedly. “This place is a good place. We are all good here.”

At the table, another group was mid-way through a fairly intense game of Uno. Most of the group (X-Men included), would have preferred poker, but apparently that wasn’t wholesome enough the rehabilitation process.

“I’m just saying, we didn’t start the war.” Avalanche slapped down a card, perhaps slightly too hard. “Humans want to stomp out anyone who’s different. That’s the whole damn history of the human race.”

“But nothing will change if we continue the cycle of violence,” argued Colossus.

“We must ‘turn the other cheek,’” agreed Nightcrawler. “Send out a message of peace and love.” He betrayed that sentiment by tossing down a Draw Four card.

“Yeah, and the guy that did that got nailed to a cross, didn’t he?” Avalanche retorted. “Didn’t work out so well for him.”

“You can’t be expecting us to imitate Christ, can ya?” Pyro put in, throwing a Reverse on the stack. “He was all flawless and perfect and ‘ineffable,’ right? And he had a get-out-of-death-free card. We ain’t got that.”

“You could have that, by the Grace of God –“ Nightcrawler began, than stopped, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, this is not the right place for that conversation. I know religion is very personal, and everyone must make their own choices. But I will talk about it with any of you privately, if you want.”

“All I’m saying is, humans have tried to bloody kill us,” Pyro continued. “Are we supposed to just lie down and take it? I’ve had people turn on me, even back before the Brotherhood, before I committed any crimes. People that I thought I could trust.” The cards in his hand crumpled as his fist clenched.

“Humans are fucking brutal. I’ve seen…..” Avalanche shook his head. “There was a woman back on Kalymnos, gave birth to a baby with gills. Nothing wrong with the kid otherwise, it was just a cute baby. But people acted like it was the damn anti-Christ. Her husband moved out and wouldn’t have anything to do with her. And one day….” A slight tremor rippled across the table as he continued. “One day some guy just snatched the baby out of her arms and threw it down on the rocks. I’ll never forget how she screamed. And nothing ever happened to the guy. He was a murderer, and the police did nothing. Everyone just pretended that it never happened –“ The table shook visibly now, the vibrations spreading out into the ground around them.

“Tovarish, please calm down. I understand how that memory must pain you, but –“

The vibrations suddenly stopped. For a moment, Avalanche looked confused, then a dull smile spread across his face.

“I’m sorry, friends. I just get upset sometimes, thinking about that. I shouldn’t dwell on such horrible memories.”

“Yes, we should just think about good things,” Pyro agreed, wearing the same sickly smile. “We are in a good place. We are all good here.”

Sitting in the sun on the roof, Toad wrapped his arms around himself, smiling. He felt….good. For the first time that he could remember, he was entirely at peace with himself. He wasn’t plagued with anxiety at every social interaction, waiting for the inevitable rejection, wasn’t miserable when he looked into the mirror. No more flashbacks or sudden fits of sadness or anger. He woke up and was actually eager to get out of bed in the morning, eager for a day that he knew would bring good things. And people were actually being nice to him! There was no superficial politeness or poorly hidden disgust, no cheap pity. Just genuine kindness. His counselors and the other former super-villains actually seemed glad to see him every day.

Of course, sometimes it felt too good to be true. Sometimes he would look around and everything would feel slightly off, like one of those hyper-realistic dreams where you can only tell that you’re dreaming because something in your room is out of place. He felt like he was constantly wrapped in a blanket of warm air, and it was so good and comforting, but it made him dull and sleepy. (Perhaps this was what being drunk was supposed to be like? For the normal people? When Toad tried alcohol, it only seemed to make him sad.) Things were very hazy, and it was hard to put his thoughts together. But that didn’t matter, did it? Because finally he was safe and happy, and everyone was so nice.

“This is a good place,” he said aloud to no one in particular. “We are all good here.”

#fabian cortez #dominic petros #avalanche #pyro #st. john allerdyce #toad #mortimer toynbee

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its-acow-luke · 5 years

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Original character

I’ve seen several people make posts describing and explaining an original character, so I wanted to hop on that bandwagon. So here goes.

Name: Katrina

Description: female, long brown hair (usually braided), about nineteen or twenty, slight build but firm stance, green eyes (i think. I cant really remember at the moment without going back to look)

Story she’s in: this is a story idea that I’ve been playing with for literally years. When it first started, Katrina was only fourteen years old. As I’ve grown older, though, so has she. The story has changed and developed and matured around her, and it seems odd to me, as a college student, to still be trying to write characters that are children. That being said, I do hope to get to a point where I don’t only want to write people just slightly older than me. Anyway. Getting side track.

The story. It’s about a secret kingdom embedded into the world we live in. The human race exists as it does in real life, but within the human race there is a race of beings with magical powers (i know, so original. Leave me alone). They’re basically powers over the elements. You know, water fire earth air. Those elements. Not like nitrogen.

So the whole idea is the king of these people had a wife and she decided she wanted to leave him. But before she decided that she gave birth to twins: a boy and a girl. As I’m sure you’ve already guessed, Kat is the girl twin. Anyway. The king is kind of a rude butt and he would only let his wife leave if she agreed to leave one of the twins with him. He made her choose which to take (because he’s a horrible person) and she chose to take the little girl. He kept the boy to raise to be heir to the throne. The mom and daughter left the kingdom to live amongst the regular humans and poor little Katrina never knew she had powers or that she was a princess (princess diaries, much?)

Also, this is important to know: the kingdom is broken up into basically a caste system, like most monarchies are. It’s based on the amount of natural ability the inividual holds, and of course, it’s genetic. The royal class, which has very few bloodlines in it, has power over all of the elements to some degree. None of them are overly strong, however. They’re just mediocre at all of them. Under the royal class comes the aristocracy. They have power over two, sometimes three elements. They, too, are not overly strong. This is the main class that the royal class pulls its mates from. Under them, comes the military class. They have power over only one element, but this power is extremely strong. They can control it very well and can be very destructive and make great fighters (hence putting these people in the military). At the very bottom are the duds, or the people with no power. These are basically the serving class. They are pretty much regular human beings that just happen to know about the magical beings.

Now. This is also important. The royal class is absolutely forbidden from mixing with the military class because, as I stated before, the powers are genetic. A mix between a royal and military person would result in a very powerful person that had control over all of the elements. The royal class is allowed to mix with the duds, however it is highly, highly looked down upon.

That is actually where the first conflict of the story starts. The prince, katrinas twin brother, the one that has been conditioned to take the thrown his entire life, falls in love with someone from the servant class that has no powers. This, obviously, make the king very angry. He decides that the boy twin can no longer be the king, and sends someone out to kidnap the girl twin as a replacement. Because obviously he has to keep it in his family.

Then, just as Katrina is getting used to the idea of being a princess, her dad is murdered. And she is basically just thrown onto the throne. One of her main concerns is finding who killed her dad because she wants to protect the kingdom, not because she wants justice for him. Again, he is a rude butt.

Anyway. It turns out that daddio had an affair with a member of the military (remember that’s a huge no no, and not just because of adultry) while he was married to the twins’ mom. Two years before the twins arrival, this side piece of the king’s got pregnant by the king. Out of one genuinely almost decent moment in his entire life, the king could not just kill the side piece off because, what do you know, he actually has feelings sometimes. Anyway. He just exiled the side piece and the baby boy that she birthed.

So obviously, as we already knew, baby boy grew up to be really powerful with all of his element control. He also grew up with a huge chip on his shoulder because he was technically the rightful heir to the throne because it was supposed to go to the firstborn child of the current monarch, and he was the first born child of the current monarch, no matter how illegitimate and illegal.

So yeah. The rest of the story is just Katrina and her newfound friends and family trying to defeat big bad jaded brother who has created a whole society of these element benders with his mother outside of the kingdom that hate the king and want to see the whole monarchy burn and big bad brother take control of a new combined kingdom. Obviously there’s lots of other twists and turns and love stories going on in the midst, but that’s basically the general plot.

Sorry this turned into not really an original character intro. It was more of just word vomit of a story line. I would really appreciate if someone would give some feedback and say if they think this story would be worth posting anywhere. Or maybe if they wanna see word vomit for more story ideas i have.

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sidekickhq · 5 years

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mw woc?

here’s a list with a wide variety in ages ! laverne cox, maggie q, lupita nyong’o, china anne mcclain, tessa thompson, gina rodriguez, emeraude toubia, hayley law, ashleigh murray, moon ga young, bae suzy, lee jieun, amber midthunder, devery jacobs, leigh anne pinnock, keke palmer, philippa soo, krystal jung, lalisa manoban, chloe bridges, becky g, ariela barer, naressa valdez, herizan guardiola, aja naomi king, constance wu, jessica henwick, candice patton, nathalie emmanuel, tinashe, oona chaplin, janel parrish, im jinah, karen fukuhara, aisha dee, iman meskini, jamie chung, diane guerrero, karla souza, sofia boutella, rosario dawson, zoe saldana, sarah shahi, halle berry, angela bassett, jameela jamil, meaghan tandy, meaghan rath, samira wiley, kelly gale, geraldine viswanathan, eva longoria, olivia munn, monica raymund, jhene aiko, kehlani, malese jow, khadijha red thunder, dana jeffrey, yara shahidi, jeon somi, paris berelc, cassie steele, summer bishil, gina torres, justine biticon, tati gabrielle, indya moore, kiana lede, auli’i cravalho, anna akana, simay barlas, mina el hammani, alia shawkat, beren saat, jenna talackova, alina serban, franciska farkas, luciane buchanan, cindy kimberly, brianne tju, cleo lazuli, arden cho, pom klementieff, kelsey chow, lyrica okano, dichen lachman, lucy liu, priyanka chopra, shraddha kapoor, alia bhatt, neelam gill, deepika padukone, elodie yung, indra varma, nana komatsu, kang seulgi, kim hyuna, jinsoul, nong poy, samantha harris, tanaya beatty, maika harper, hayley atwell, maria gabriela de faria, shyrley rodriguez, eiza gonzalez, aimee garcia, melissa fumero, aubrey plaza, nathalie kelley, cierra ramirez, gigi gorgeous, winnie harlow, kylie bunbury, taraji p henson, tracee ellis ross, maisie richardson sellers, jessica parker kennedy, janella monae, karidja toure, viola davis, antonia thomas, letitia wright, kerry washington, kat blaque, kehlani parrish, katima kojima, joan smalls, sonoya mizuno, amber liu, fan bingbing, kat graham, donna bae, lesley ann-brandt, chanel iman, ming-na wen, tina desai, hannah simone ! wanted connections are under the cut !

DEVYN XAVIER-LEHNSHERR, our COURTNEY EATON fc is looking for a BIRTH MOTHER connection who looks like PLAYER’S CHOICE who is 45+YEARS OLD. you CAN contact prior to applying at queenofillusionsx. (Devyn’s birth mom is a closeted mutant who was scared of having a child in case they grew to be one. When Dev was born with lilac eyes, there was no mistaking what she was, so her parents gave her up. Now she is at Paragon to make amends, but it is the one topic she gets angry at so she won’t be happy.)

DINAH PRYDE, our KIERSEY CLEMONS fc is, looking for a OLDER BROTHER (FULL OR HALF, CAN ALSO BE ADOPTED !! ) connection who looks like UTP (MUST BE AT LEAST HALF BLACK IF A SIBLING VIA KITTY OR FULL SIBLING) who is 24+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( not to be a cliche heaux but uh give me an overprotective older brother who dinah adores pls )

EMMA FROST, our KATIE CASSIDY fc is looking for her TRIPLETS WITH SCOTT SUMMERS / TWO BIOLOGICAL, ONE ADOPTIVE connection who look like DAYA, LIZA KOSHY, SAFIYA NYGAARD, SEBASTIAN DE SOUZA, HARRIS J, ANY HALF-INDIAN FC IF BIOLOGICAL / RHENZY FELIZ, HAYLEY LAW, ARIELA BARER, ANY FC OF COLOR IF ADOPTIVE who are 16-19 YEARS OLD, 22 OR 24+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( did u know that in an alternate universe scott & emma had five beautiful lil babies? bc they did. and with a tweak. that is what this wc is for. the frost-summers triplets would have prob had a psychic hive mind to rival the cuckoos if an attack hadn’t sent emma into early labour, resulting in one of them not surviving. the decision to adopt a baby in need of a loving home and complete the otherwise ruined trio? not an easy one to make, lets be real, but it was MADE, and the three have been raised as siblings from minute one. emma loves her babies. pls. give them to her. ) ( rohen frost-summers & open for two more ( bio ) )

ETIENNE BEAUBIER-JINADU, our ARIA SHAHGHASEMI fc is looking for a SIBLING connection who looks like NIKOHL BOOSHERI, TALA ASHE, YARA SHAHIDI, REECE KING, HAILEE STEINFELD, LALISA MANOBAN, MANNY MONTANA / PART IRANIAN IF BIO who is ANY AGE you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( the siblings were born in canada - their parents were good people but did the wrong things that got the siblings taken away from their parents. the two were together for awhile in foster care but were eventually separated into two different homes. etienne was eventually adopted into a loving family but it’s up to you what happened to the other sibling after they got separated! they were raised together. took care of each other. for awhile, all they knew was each other. they’re both mutants and their powers kind of reflect thanatos + hypnos, where tye is hypnos and the sibling has death-related powers like thanatos. the sibling can be half, full, adopted, fostered - whatever works. his url is svmnium if you wanna discuss things further! )

FABIAN TODD, our BOB MORLEY fc is looking for a BIO SIBLINGS ( 3 ) connection who looks like LIZA SOBERNO, JAMES REID, PARIS BERELC, KELSEY MERRITT, NICOLE ANDERSON, ASHLEY ARGOTA / ANY RELEVANT FC who is 18-25 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( so they’re kids of mario falcone + his wife, though fabian doesn’t know it and doesn’t know they’re siblings because fabian was left in an alley not long after they’re birth. they probably won’t know that fabian is their sibling unless they became part of the crime amd mob part of their family,,, which would be really cool imo. )

NADIA KYLE, our ANA DE ARMAS fc is looking for a HALF SIBLING / CHILD OF TED GRANT & QUEEN HIPPOLYTA connection who looks like BLAKE JENNER, CASSADEE POPE, ODETTE ANNABLE / ANY HALF CUBAN, HALF WHITE FC who is YOUNGER or OLDER THAN 30. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( correct me if i’m wrong, but a child of ted “wildcat” grant and queen hippolyta of the amazons is… pretty hot, and i’d love to see them around the place ! this one is fun, because nadia has SUCH an appreciation for strong women as someone who was surrounded by them her whole life, and while this doesn’t mean she’s directly connected to wonderfam, it does mean she likes to think that she is, and probably cites herself as being “five percent wonder woman”. i’d like to think that while her relationship with thomas is more on the strained side - as he remembers her as her true self better than this version she’s become - there’s a chance she’s made more of an effort, here, out of sheer respect for their mother, and as such… means they could be MUCH closer, which is a dynamic that i’m here for. )

NADIA KYLE, our ANA DE ARMAS fc is looking for an OLDER HALF SIBLING / THOMAS BRONSON connection who looks like ANY FC AT LEAST HALF CUBAN who is 35+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( where thomas really followed in ted’s footsteps… nadia really tried to become her mother, version 2, and that - i think - makes for a pretty interesting sibling dynamic. one is textbook good. the other… morally grey, at the best of times. i’m sure there’s love shared, but nadia didn’t really grow up around many males, either - especially not a lot who were older than her and related to her, so i imagine that she’s spent a great deal of time trying to outdo him. who’s to say she has? her relationship with thomas is probably about as strained as a sibling relationship she has could be, and i’m… so into it. )

NADIA KYLE, our ANA DE ARMAS fc is looking for her MOTHER / SELINA KYLE who looks like MELISSA FUMERO, JOANNA GARCIA / ANY CUBAN FC who is OLD ENOUGH. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( it may be a little cliche, all considered - but there’s a reason that nadia has become the person that she is today, and that reason… is selina. the love she has for her mother, and the idolization that she’s always felt towards her, is unmatched. nadia’s upbringing was unique in that it wasn’t just isolated to selina & ted. rather, it was a combined effort of selina, ted, holly, eiko - and everyone had a huge role, but no one really ever outshone her mother. she’s always wanted to emulate her, because in nadia’s eyes, there’s no one better - and while she’s made mistakes in coming down this road, and while she’s done things that even selina probably can’t be proud of… it’s all been in hopes of both… being half the woman that her mother is, and being someone that selina is proud of. )

NAOMI DANE-SUMMERS, our NAOMI SCOTT fc is looking for a TWIN connection who looks like AVAN JOGIA, ALIA BHATT, GERALDINE VISWANATHAN, JESSSE RATH, KELLY GALE, SEBASTIAN DE SOUZA, LIZA KOSHY / ANY FACE CLAIM, who is 23 YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( these two have always been close and taken care of each other. naomi’s about 30 minutes older than this twin, she was born on dec 31st and they were born on january 1st. think wanda & pietro as kids. they really just understood each other and have been attached at the hip since they could remember. naomi’s very introverted so it would be nice if the twin was more of an extrovert - but personality and everything is up to you! only requirement is that if they have a mutant hair color that it’s not green - so pink, purple, blue, white, etc - all very cool! )

NAOMI DANE-SUMMERS, our NAOMI SCOTT fc is looking for a YOUNGER SIBLING connection who looks like HARRIS J, ALIA BHATT, KELLY GALE, GERALDINE VISWANATHAN, DAYA, CHARLI XCX / ANY FACE CLAIM who is 16-22. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( naomi has never been the best older sister, but she does try. it’s possible for them to not be close and be kind of awkward around each other since maybe they don’t know how to be around each other? but naomi loves her baby sibling, despite being bad at showing it. only requirement is that if they have a mutant hair color that it’s not green - so pink, purple, blue, white, etc - all very cool! )

NAOMI DANE-SUMMERS, our NAOMI SCOTT fc is looking for a OLDER HALF SIBLING ( VIA LORNA & MARCOS ) connection who looks like EIZA GONZALEZ, KARLA SOUZA, SEAN TEALE, CHLOE BRIDGES, DAVID LAMBERT, ASHTON MOIO, TYLER POSEY, PETER GADIOT, MICHAEL TREVINO / ANY FACE CLAIM who is 26+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( naomi is quite close with marcos diaz so i definitely imagine these two having a sort of close-ish relationship. they’re not full siblings but that part has never been important in their family - they’ve always been siblings. only requirement is that if they have a mutant hair color that it’s not green - so pink, purple, blue, white, etc - all very cool! )

ROSARIO HILL, our MELISSA BARRERA fc, is looking for a YOUNGER HALF SIBLINGS / ADOPTED SIBLINGS ( 1 to 2 ) connection who looks like DIEGO TINOCO, TRINITY ANNE, EDEN ESTRADA, SOFIA REYES, CIERRA RAMRIEZ, ISSA LISH, DANNA PAOLA, ARIELA BARER, MANPREET MABRA, LAURA HARRIER, TRISTIN MAYS, LULU ANTARISKA, KEKE PALMER, TAZZY PHE, TINA TAMASHIRO, TOMMY MARTINEZ, MARLON LANGELAND / AT LEAST HALF MEXICAN IF BIO, ANY FACE IF ADOPTED who is UNDER 25 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying.

WINONA FALCONE, our SHAY MITCHELL fc is looking for a OLDER SIBLING connection who looks like UTP / ANY HALF FILIPINO FC who is 27+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( the oldest falcone ! mwahaha. so it’s this whole big thing that WINONA IS THE HEIR, but she wasn’t always. she has an older sibling who was disinherited from the family & cast out. a big ole family disgrace that none of them like to talk about. the reason behind this is up to you ! but it can range from being a MUTANT to a DEGENERATE to being SOFT to whatever. sofia is a pretty uptight gal. )

#marvel rp #dc rp #next gen rp #appless rp #oc rp #fc help #mw #answered #admin h #Anonymous

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kinghoranshit · 3 years

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This is Love (LT) Ch 11

Word Count: 1,543

"How's it going, sweet potato?" Katie babied when I entered the shop and tickled my belly.

I snorted. "How's poppy seed?"

Turned out, she was TWO weeks pregnant. We couldn't be too angry at the hospital for the misinformation, it happened. But Niall and Katie went to our personal doctor to make sure everything was in order. Which, of course, it was.

Katie smirked lightly. "Poppy seed is great." She walked back behind the counter to grab a rag and the bottle of cleaner.

I jumped in to clear off the tables so she could wipe them down. Well, those that needed to be cleared. Some customers didn't have the decency to put it in the bus bucket that's by one of the two trash stations.

By the time Katie finished wiping down the tables, another customer came in. A guy customer, and he looked friendly, a little younger than us. He wasn't a looker, but he wasn't awful with his short shaved cut and sharp nose.

"What can I do you for?" Katie asked, clapping her hands, and went to stand behind the register.

After Geneva quit, more quit. Katie's been so short handed, I'd thought of asking for another month or so off so I could help her. But I knew she wouldn't admit she needed the help, nor take it. I was kind of in a pickle.

Ooo, a pickle sounded good right now. I wondered if Katie has any here...

I walked to the fridge Katie had in the back and lost myself in there. No pickles, but she had some smoked ham. That hit the spot more than the pickle probably would have; who was I kidding?

I hummed a little musical tune to myself as I enjoyed the meat and walked back to the front. Once I was done, I washed my hands. Then I busied myself by pulling out more boxes of the teas and refilling the baskets set up--each one was labeled for the different teas. Katie had like fifteen different teas, and she always found new ones. It amazed me.

A short, high pitched scream left me when I heard this loud crashing sound and I dropped the Green teabags in my hands.

I knew I shouldn't turn around, but my curiosity got the best of me.

The younger guy had ducked under his table for cover. There was broken glass everywhere with a brick near all of it. Oh dear Lord.

Out the, once again, broken front window stood an angry girl. She looked to be fifteen at most, and it was only her. What on earth?

"Whoa!" Katie yelled. "You almost just hurt an innocent man. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"That you, two, are home wreckers of the fandom!" The brunette threw another brick through the broken front window and nearly hit Katie.

I feared what was going to happen next.

Good thing is, it looked like she only had the two bricks. But Katie? She had her fists.

I figured I should keep my distance by staying behind the counter. Out of my own adrenaline building up, I grabbed a fork from the drawer beside me. It had prongs.

Katie looked like she wanted to go out there to give the girl a piece of what she deserved, but she stayed where she was at. Though, I saw her nose flared, and she rested her hand over her very small belly. I felt my body pulse; she already wanted to protect the little peanut.

Katie gritted her teeth, then let a sly smirk spread on her lips. "You're doing no justice for the fandom. You're only building a record for yourself. Vandalizing property, almost hurting an innocent, and threatening words. I think the popo would love to hear about this."

The was a flash of realization in the girl's eyes. I bet she didn't think this all the way through.

Katie started to pull her phone out from her back pocket and the young girl sprinted off. She snickered under her breath, then went to the customer to make sure he was okay.

It's safe to say the fandom knew about Katie being pregnant. Well, that's how they were going to react. I didn't like this. Not one bit. There shouldn't have to be violence.

I walked to the supply closet to get the broom and went back to the front to start sweeping up the glass. Katie stopped me shortly after I started and she finished. I noted the young guy was gone; hoped he's alright.

"Were you really going to call the cops?" I asked.

Katie snickered. "No, just give her the scare that she clearly deserved. If I had gotten far enough for dialing, I would've called Louis. He'd pick up on it and come down here to give her a piece of his mind."

I cocked a brow. "Wouldn't you be doing her a favor?"

"You referring to how she would've met one of her idols? I don't think so. There wouldn't have been anything pleasant about their encounter. I don't think she'd want to meet Louis for the first time and he's sassing her out."

I laughed under my breath as I shook my head. "I, seriously, thought you were gonna punch her teeth in."

She shrugged. "Figured I should start thinking more mature with my actions toward fans."

"Not sure how much more mature calling Louis would've been than punching her." I snorted. "But Louis was a better outlet."

Once again, she shrugged, and she continued cleaning up. Luckily, it had only been the front window and one fan. But that was only one fan. There were plenty more and I was scared about Katie keeping the shop open right now. Niall could take care of her for the time being, until everything blew over.

I found myself blurting, "Katie, I think you should close the shop for a bit until it blows over. You know Niall would happily take care of you for now."

"But that's what they want," Katie remarked with a slight scoff. "I'm not closing the shop."

My nerves were getting the best of me. "But, Katie, you should. I'm just worried there's going to be another incident like a couple months ago and you won't get away."

She didn't respond and I figured I made her a little mad. "Katie?"

"What, Mads?" she asked, very short with her tone.

"Aren't you scared?" I asked, my tone very small.

She sighed. "Well, yeah... But I have my rights and my family to protect. I'm not letting immature, little girls scare me away from doing that."

"The bravery in this one," a light voice remarked.

Katie smirked. "Hi, Lou."

Arms wrapped around me from behind and I smiled. "Hi, love."

"Hello, beautiful." He observed the shop and raised a brow. "What-"

"What the crack happened in here?" another voice exclaimed.

Katie sighed heavily. "It was just an immature fan. She threw bricks at the front window."

Niall's deep blue eyes went wide. "What?" He rushed over to Katie and checked for any marks. "Are you okay, Kat?"

"I'm fine, Ni." She chuckled. "It's not a big deal."

"You could have been hurt," Niall shot, clearly not over it. "The baby could have been."

She sighed heavily once again. "I know that, but I can take care of us."

"Katie, I think you should-"

"No. I'm not doing that. It's what they want, Niall. I'm keeping my ground." Katie dumped the last of the glass into the trash can then went to store the broom.

Niall looked over at me with pleading eyes. "What happened exactly?"

"What she said... The fan threw one brick, which broke the window. There was an argument and the fan threw her second brick. Then Katie threatened to call the police, but really she was going to call Louis for him to come down here and sass the fan out." I gave Louis an amused smile.

He certainly had one of his face. "Smart girl. I would've done it."

Niall was not as amused. He huffed and ran his fingers through his hair.

Louis shot Niall a look. "Would you lighten up, mate? No one was hurt. And this is minor compared to last time."

"But that's what I'm worried about. What if it happens again? Lou, we're on a break. There shouldn't be this much drama."

I busted out laughing.

Niall furrowed his eyebrows at me. "What, Maddy?"

"The fact that you think there shouldn't be drama. You're part of One Direction. Until you're settled down and done, the drama will never end."

"She's not wrong," Louis added.

Niall only rolled his eyes, and that's when Katie came back.

"I know you don't like this, but I'm not giving up."

Niall sighed and pulled Katie into a hug. "I know, and I'm with you."

"I'm glad the fans are taking the baby thing for us slightly better now," Louis whispered; his breath made goosebumps form on my arms.

"Yeah, and they don't know where I work," I added, rubbing at the goosebumps to make them go away. I was so glad they didn't know. I could never handle the situations like Katie did.

Next: Ch 12

[Masterlist]

#Louis Tomlinson #LT #Louis Tomlinson fic #Louis Tomlinson fanfiction #LT fic #LT fanfiction #fic #fanfiction #drama #romance #comedy #This is Love

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scottandhiskind · 7 years

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1-100 Your bored right? This should kill some time

What is you middle name?

That is privileged info

How old are you?

When is your birthday?

May 11

What is your zodiac sign?

Taurus

What is your favorite color?

Burgundy or mint green

What’s your lucky number?

Do you have any pets?

Yep, a dog

Where are you from?

Tennessee

How tall are you?

5′7″

What shoe size are you?

8 to an 8.5 depending on the brand

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Like 7 pairs

What was your last dream about?

I dreamt that I was with the guy I like and we were cuddling. It’s been a lonely summer

What talents do you have?

Um...I’m a decent writer? Beyond that, not really

Are you psychic in any way?

So I can always tell what kind of person someone is within a few minutes of meeting them. Usually I’m right. Like for instance, when I met the other teacher at my dad’s new job, I told him she would be awful to work with and nothing but trouble. Five months later I’m talking to my mom, and she spent a good twenty minutes filling me in on all the bitchy things the woman has done and how she regularly mistreats kids in her class

Favorite song?

Avion by Kat Edmonson

Favorite movie?

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Who would be your ideal partner?

Honestly Chris Pratt is like exactly what my ideal would be, personality and looks wise

Do you want children?

Yeah. But not till I’m 30 ish

Do you want a church wedding?

Nooooo...Unless my partner wants to get married in a church. My favorite weddings are the ones that take place outside

Are you religious?

Not really. I’m kinda seventh day adventist, but not super strict about it

Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yep. I had rotavirus as a kid and had to spend like a week in the hospital.

Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

nope

Have you ever met any celebrities?

nope

Baths or showers?

Showers

What color socks are you wearing?

I aint wearing socks hoe

Have you ever been famous?

I’m tumblr famous bitch (no im not, but let me be delusional. Its all I have)

Would you like to be a big celebrity?

I wouldn’t mind it, as long as I was a celebrity for something good and worthwhile

What type of music do you like?

Almost everything, but I mostly listen to pop

Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Nope

How many pillows do you sleep with?

Three, a body pillow and two regular pillows

What position do you usually sleep in?

I try to sleep on my back, but I always end up in the fetal position

How big is your house?

Big enough

What do you typically have for breakfast?

Tofu, a bagel with peanut butter, and yogurt with fruit

Have you ever fired a gun?

Have you ever tried archery?

Yes

Favorite clean word?

Superfluous

Favorite swear word?

Fuck

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

two days

Do you have any scars?

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Are you a good liar?

No (but then...I could be lying)

Are you a good judge of character?

See the psychic question above

Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Sort of, but I avoid doing them cause they’re probably racist

Do you have a strong accent?

Nope, though occasionally I’ll go into a southern accent

What is your favorite accent?

British and Irish

What is your personality type?

Well I’m an INTJ

What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I don’t buy expensive clothes, but I do have a coat that was originally $100 that I got for $30

Can you curl your tongue?

yes

Are you an innie or an outie?

innie

Left or right handed?

right

Are you scared of spiders?

Hell yes bitch

Favorite food?

Pizza, lasagna, Pasta in general

Favorite foreign food?

Probably chow mein

Are you a clean or messy person?

Clean

Most used phrased?

You do you boo

Most used word?

Fuck

How long does it take for you to get ready?

If I shower, shave, and need to mess with my hair, it’ll be about 45 min. But I can be ready in as little as 10 min

Do you have much of an ego?

Yeah kinda, but I also feel horrible about myself, so its an interesting conflict

Do you suck or bite lollipops?

I use my teeth a lot for a gay man

Do you talk to yourself?

Way too much

Do you sing to yourself?

no, I tend to lip sync

Are you a good singer?

hell no

Biggest Fear?

Being alone forever and never evolving

Are you a gossip?

Kind of

Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

A Single Man

Do you like long or short hair?

Typically short hair, but long hair is hot

Can you name all 50 states of America?

I used to be able to

Favorite school subject?

English

Extrovert or Introvert?

Introvert

Have you ever been scuba diving?

What makes you nervous?

Mostly people, but everything else too

Are you scared of the dark?

Sometimes

Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

I used to, but then I realized that made me a dick

Are you ticklish?

God yes. It has ruined every sexual experience I’ve had

Have you ever started a rumor?

Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Have you ever drank underage?

Have you ever done drugs?

Who was your first real crush?

My best guy friend in high school

How many piercings do you have?

none, but I kinda wanna get my ears pierced

Can you roll your Rs?“

yes

How fast can you type?

Relatively fast

How fast can you run?

Relatively slow

What color is your hair?

Dirty blonde

What color is your eyes?

Brown

What are you allergic to?

Nothing that I know of yet

Do you keep a journal?

What do your parents do?

My dad is a teacher and my mom is a nanny/childcare professional

Do you like your age?

Yeah

What makes you angry?

Injustice

Do you like your own name?

Definitely. My dad wanted to name me arthur, so I love me actual name

Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Not really

Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

I’d like a girl. Boys are too rowdy

What are you strengths?

Listening to people, academics, stubborn and persistent

What are your weaknesses?

stubborn and persistent, perfectionist, lazy, depressed

How did you get your name?

My parents just liked it

Were your ancestors royalty?

Nope, they were poor irish and english immigrants

Do you have any scars?

No, also this is a repeated question

Color of your bedspread?

Tan

Color of your room?

White

BITCH YOU THOUGHT

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roxy-davenport · 7 years

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Don’t Fear the Reaper

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,765 (With lyrics to both songs)

A/N: I have written one other angst story. Angst is not a headspace I like to go to, to read or write. But sometimes life calls for a little angst. I hope you guys like it. Major character death, you know whose right off the bat. ANGST, depression, suicidal thoughts, reckless behavior, guilt. It’ll pull on your heartstrings. The rest of the stories I have planned for January and February are all smut and fluff. This was written for @too-much-winchester Kat’s Playlist Challenge with the song, (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. This was also written for @mamaredd123 and @atc74 Mama and Angelina’s Fabulous 300 Challenge with the prompts, character death, the emotion broken and the song, “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas. This was also written for @nichelle-my-belle Nichelle’s 4K Challenge with the prompt, “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.”

Also On AO3

All our times have come

Here but now they're gone

Seasons don't fear the reaper

Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are

Come on baby, don't fear the reaper

Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper

We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper

Baby I'm your man.

Blood so much blood. You were injured, too injured to survive. You tried to stop the blood but it just kept coming. You crouched down behind a tree slowing your breaths and trying to be as quite as possible. You held your weapon high waiting for the monster to find you. If you were going to die you sure as hell were going to take him with you. You heard loud footsteps coming your way. You saw a shadow appearing in front of you and you acted in a manner of seconds. The werewolf was dead. But then again so were you. You looked up at the moon. You closed your eyes feeling the cold air against your skin. You would miss this the most, just being in the world and looking up at the night sky. Your feet got heavy, your eyes were closing, too tired to stay awake. You had lost far too much blood. You slowly collapsed on the floor your eyes closing slowly. You whispered the one name that meant something to you, “Dean.”

Valentine is done

Here but now they're gone

Romeo and Juliet

Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet

40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet

40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness

Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are.

When you woke up you felt weightless. Looking down you saw your body down on the ground. You were hovering over it. You felt a strong presence in front of you, your eyes scanning the tall figure in front of you. The tall figure with green eyes. The very same shade of green Dean Winchester had.

“Dean?” You whispered softly

“Y/N?” Dean growled.

Come on baby, don't fear the reaper

Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper

We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper

Baby I'm your man.

Before you could get your bearings you found yourself on a bench in a park. You looked around at your surroundings.

Love of two is one

Here but now they're gone

Came the last night of sadness

And it was clear she couldn't go on

“They can’t see you,” Dean said in a strangely detached voice. He wasn’t looking at you.”

“Dean?” No response. “Dean, please look at me.”

Dean slowly turned his face towards you, his eyes watery. A few tears streaking down his cheek. You looked at him slowly, your hand wiping the tears away. Dean took your hand and kissed it.

After a bit of silence spent with the two of you gazing into each other’s eyes, you spoke softly to him. “You’re a reaper now?”

“Death thought I needed to learn a lesson. It seems me and Sammy keep on ruining the grand design. I am supposed to learn how important and difficult this job can be and stop messing with what should happen.”

“And he asks you to reap me?”

“Basically.”

“Wow…that douche.”

Dean laughs a mirthless laugh.

“Why were you hunting?” it came out like an accusation. Dean was angry and hurt but he meant to ask you the question with a lot less tone.

You knew Dean would be mad and want an explanation. His tone was sadly what you expected. “Straight to the tough questions. OK. Dean let me say my piece. I know you; you interject and make huffs, sighs and grunts. No comments until I’ve said what I have to say.”

Dean grumbles and huffs. You hold up your hands as if to say “told you so.” He rolls his eyes and nods for you to proceed.

“Before you met me, I was a waitress in a Podunk town. You were a pretty face. We hooked up because … well, why wouldn’t we. Who could resist you? It was fun and easy but I guess you liked me and stayed too long, long enough for the monsters and demons that were on your ass to come find me. Then you had to protect me. I had questions like any sane person would and so you let me in. You could have made the choice then to let me go, to just leave me with question, but you didn’t. You literally dragged me along with you to the Bunker. I was kicking and screaming the whole way, wanting the safety of my old life. In the beginning, I fit in like a sore thumb, always edgy and scared. I desperately wanted to be ignorant again but it doesn’t work that way. You can’t un-know things. Ironically that was the best decision of my life.”

You held up your hand when he started to grumble and open his mouth to say something.

“I really got into it. I enjoyed hunting and that’s when you left. You left me, mind you with a note, but no chance to talk to you, to explain. I get you don’t do emotions and its easier to just shut out everything and keep moving. I was getting too close to your heart and too good at hunting. You said you wanted me safe. You were giving me an out. What you didn’t realize was that I love you and there was no way out. I never wanted one.”

“So this is my fault?”

“Wow, you are impressive. Not everything is about you. I know Winchesters have a great destiny but guess what? The world still turns when you don’t make a decision. This is no one’s fault. I am…was … a hunter. That was my choice. Had you stayed would we have worked it out and been together? Isn’t Death like the movie Final Destination? If you saved me from hunting alone then I would have died some other way and maybe we couldn’t be having this moment now. I’m not god, Dean. Death doesn’t give you clarity. It’s just death. I know you blame yourself for everything that happens. But don’t you dare blame my death on you. We just had bad timing and lousy luck.”

Dean rubbed his face with his hand sighing deeply.

“Why were you alone?”

“It was supposed to be one werewolf not a couple! I got my intel wrong. Funny, really. I watched the house for a week and never saw the girlfriend ever even once. Everyone in town thought he was alone. Maybe it was fate?”

“You thought there was one? How could you be so stupid? This is why I didn’t want you hunting?”

“Wow, Dean. Just wow. We’re spending our last moments arguing? Damn it Dean! I didn’t want to die. I didn’t have a death wish. I just messed up. People mess up and that’s how hunters die. Spare me the righteous indignation. How many times have you died from a mess up? Or killed a friend because of it? Actually that’s sexist of you, Dean. You can fuck up but I can’t? Have to protect the weaker sex from hunting?”

“Typical of us always fighting.”

“You’re the pig-headed one, Dean.”

Dean looked down at the ground.

“Why did it have to be you? I love you.”

“Who would you rather have it be? I love you, too, Dean.”

Dean slowly looked up at you and saw you glow slightly. His eyes widened. He had reaped three other souls before you and none of them had glowed.

“You’re glowing?”

“So are you. Think that means we’re soul mates.”

“I thought death didn’t give you insight.”

“Damn it, Dean, stop fighting.”

“No. No. I can’t. You’re my soul mate and you’re dead?” Why! How! How is that fair?”

Dean stood up pacing the park. Your heart went out to him. As a ghost, emotions weren’t as strong. You hated seeing Dean like this and you knew that your job now was to comfort him before you moved on.

“I’ll never be happy again. I mean, not really. Any other woman I try and build a life with won’t be “the one.” “The one” is dead. That’s it for my happiness. When I left you I was destroyed. Nothing felt the same. I was suicidal. Seriously. I would go half-cocked into hunts hoping to die to ease the pain but in my darkest hour I had hope. I had hope that you got out and had kids, had a happy life. You would have made a great mother. Damn it, why didn’t you get out?”

“How could I go back to a normal life when I had the chance to save people? How could I be selfish like that, Dean? How could I place my happiness above someone else’s? On this hunt, I saved a little girl and her family. I died for a family, Dean. If I wasn’t there, they would be dead. I know you’re hurting and alone and I am sorry but I couldn’t stop. Had you been there or not, fate is fate. Please don’t be mad.”

Dean closed his eyes as tears flowed freely down his face.

“How can I go on?”

“I don’t want to see you like this. You’re upset, broke, already dead. Please listen to me. I love you. I can’t erase what happened but I can ask that my death mean something. Life is short, Dean especially for hunters. Find someone to be with. Have the family I can never have, have kids. Promise me.”

“No one else will compare-.”

“It isn’t a contest Dean. We’re soul mates always will be. But you deserve to be happy. You are surrounded by so much death and pain. Please don’t let my death be added to all of that. You carry around so much pain and guilt. My death is on me not you. Find a way to be happy.”

You held Dean in your arms as you both cried for all the missed time.

“I shouldn’t have left.”

“You’re here now. Dean I have to go. You know I have to go. Take me to heaven.”

Dean felt like he was kicked in the gut. Not only had he watched you die helpless to save you but now he had to leave you. He didn’t want you to be a vengeful ghost. He knew he couldn’t keep you here but he had hoped you’d at least want to stay. You were being Zen about the whole thing while he was trying desperately not to scream and smash everything in sight. Dean closed his eyes trying to calm himself. You took his hand as he led you to a tunnel with light on the other side. Behind you was a dark shadow getting farther and farther away. Screams and shouts came from what you figured was hell. Dean walked with you through the light. It wasn’t blinding it was warm and comforting. It lit every facet of the world around you, no dark places, no sadness.

Then the door was open and the wind appeared

The candles blew then disappeared

The curtains flew then he appeared, saying don't be afraid

You burst into tears when you saw your heaven. This was one of the happiest moments of your life. You were with Dean on your favorite day. This was one of the few days he gave up hunting for the week and for a little while everything was perfect; you were a happy couple with not a care in the world. You wished every day was like these few days. Dean looked over and saw your face. He wanted to be happy for you that you were safe with a version of himself, but he couldn’t be.

‘Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.”

“I am safe with the man I truly love. With you in a perfect memory. I am at peace. Dean please find a way to be at peace, too … for me.”

You wanted to stay and comfort him but the Dean of your heaven was calling. And it wasn’t your job anymore to take care of him. So you moved away from Dean and ran into the memories of your past, happy in heaven.

Come on baby, and she had no fear

And she ran to him, then they started to fly

They looked backward and said goodbye, she had become like they are

She had taken his hand, she had become like they are

Come on baby, don't fear the reaper.

Dean ran out not remembering much else. He had a conversation with Death but he was going through the motions. He got black out drunk, lost chunks of time, forgot things constantly, and wasn’t paying attention to anything anyone said. He kept going on hunts, recklessly hoping he would die and see you again but every time he came out alive. He was consumed with sadness and nothing could help him. Sam tried to bring him out of his depression but any mention of you would get him so angry. On one occasion Sam had mentioned your name in passing and Dean broke the dining room table in the Bunker and had his brother by the throat, a furious rage in his eyes. Dean was hardly at the Bunker anymore deciding to hang out at the bar instead. He destroyed a table because someone tried to cut him off at the bar. Nothing meant anything anymore. Everything lost its reason. Dean stopped eating and just wanted to die. He would sit in Baby and listen to “Dust in the Wind” over and over again.

The only thing that brought him out was the fact that he was hurting his little brother. They went on a hunt, Sam thinking that Dean would heal by hunting. It always worked for them in the past. But this was too big a wound to heal that quickly or over a hunt. His little brother got hurt because Dean was reckless. Attacking Sam and then getting him really hurt was not okay. Dean needed to stop but he couldn’t. He was addicted to danger and pain because he felt he needed to be punished for what happened to you. He knew it was reckless but he got in Baby playing Dust in the Wind, signing along like he always did since your death. He had memorized all the words though this time he felt content because this time he had a plan.

I close my eyes, only for a moment

And the moment's gone

All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity

“Preach it Kansas. Nothing fucking matters that’s right.”

Dust in the wind

All they are is dust in the wind

Same old song, just a drop of water

In an endless sea

All we do crumbles to the ground

Though we refuse to see

Tears came streaming down his face. How correct these lyrics were. All we do crumbles. Dean practically howled the next verse.

Dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind

Oh, ho, ho

Now, don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky

It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind [x2]

Dean said these verses almost as a whisper.

Dust in the wind

Everything is dust in the wind [x2]

The wind

When the song was finished his eyes burned with an intensity he never had before. He had an iron will now, he had to be strong enough to do what needed to be done to see you again.

He stood in the middle of a crossroads when a red-eyed demon appeared before him. His eyes were red from crying, his hair disheveled, his clothes dirty from the latest hunt, his jeans ripped and his hands were shaking. Dean looked like a mess. The demon smirked at the famous Winchester’s appearance.

“I want to make a deal.”

“Go on, Winchester.”

Dean gulped. He closed his eyes fighting the voice that was telling him to leave now. He couldn’t leave.

“I need you to bring Y/N back.”

The demon’s lips curled into a smile. “I believe she’s happy in Heaven.”

“10 years for her life.”

The demon circled him eying Dean carefully.

“What humans do for love, aye? OK Winchester we have ourselves a deal.”

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