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sparktober · 3 years

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Sparktober Bingo 2021!

Back for a new generation: Sparktober Bingo!

Instead of coming up with an Atlantis-specific list of prompts, I compiled a bunch of 2021 -tober prompt lists into one google doc here. (Links to original prompt lists are on the google doc.) Add in a list of Atlantis episodes and...

How to play:

Choose a “flavor” from the prompt sets below the cut, then paste it into this fandom bingo card generator.

Adjust your browser size til it looks right and take a screenshot, or use the html script if you’re familiar with using html on tumblr. Tag @sparktober if you want us to reblog it so everyone knows you’re playing!

Sparktober Bingo Rules:

Complete a row/column, corners, or a blackout of your card by November 1, or not! Update as you go.

All fan-works are allowed: art, edits, fic, meta... bonus points to anyone who picks the “sprinkles” flavor and goes full mid-aughts by filling their bingo cards with 100x100 pixel icons.

You are allowed to pull multiple cards until you get one that inspires you, and you can also go through the prompt list of your choice in advance to pull out squicks or things you absolutely won’t write. I recommend not googling unfamiliar words from your work computer.

Use the prompts liberally! Episode titles can be treated as the episode or as generic prompts (e.g. “Epiphany” can be for an episode-related fic or a prompt for an epiphany of your choice).

Flavor descriptions:

VANILLA: Gen prompt lists from Fictober, Inktober, Trektober Gen, and Trektober Trek.

CHOCOLATE: Zesty prompt lists from Trektober NSFW, Kinktober, and Whumptober. The multiple-prompts-per-day from Kinktober and Whumptober have been broken into individual prompts.

CANDY CORN: Fall / holiday themed prompts from TUA-tober.

SPRINKLES: Atlantis episode list (in order, in case you only want to copy certain seasons), along with characters and a few Atlantis-specific prompts.

TWIST: All of the above! (You can also manually mix and match different flavors, of course.)

Text blocks to copy into the bingo card generator are below the cut. Enjoy!!

VANILLA

CHOCOLATE

A/B/O; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; Hide & Seek; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Pressure; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Nightmares; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex

CANDY CORN

Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Ghosts; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Halloween

SPRINKLES

Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Adrift; Lifeline; Reunion; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

TWIST

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; A/B/O; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex; Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Lifeline; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

#sparktober is coming #sparktober #sparktober bingo

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davejolina · 2 years

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Whumptober 2021 Masterpost List

[Will tag completionist once last day is posted]

Posts with CW are blood, skeletons, gore, or horror elements

No. 1 - ALL TRUSSED UP AND STILL NOWHERE TO GO

“You have to let go” [OOC, implied FF7]

No. 2 - TALKING IS OVERRATED

garotte, choking [FF7R, Rufus, Scarlet, CW]

No. 3 - STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT…

taunting, insults [FF7R, Rufus, Reno, collab with @atwistedsamurai]

No. 4 - TRUST FALL

“Do you trust me?” [FE3H, timeskip!Claude]

No. 5 - I’VE GOT RED IN MY LEDGER

betrayal [FE3H, timeskip!Dimitri, CW]

No. 6 - TOUCH AND GO

touch starved, hunger [FE3H, Academy!Dimitri, CW]

No. 7 - MY SPIDEY-SENSE IS TINGLING

helplessness, numbness [F77R, Reno, Tseng, CW]

No. 8 - COUGHING UP A LUNG

exotic illness, “Definitely just a cold” [FF7 AC, Rufus, Tseng]

No. 9 - RUMORS OF MY DEATH HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED

(blind) rage [FF7, Sephiroth]

No. 10 - OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN

flare-up [FFXV, Noctis, Ignis, CW]

No. 11 - JUST KEEP SWIMMING

drowning [FF7, Sephiroth]

No. 12 - IT’LL BE FUN, THEY SAID

made to watch [FF7, Cloud, Aerith, spoilers]

No. 13 - THAT’S GONNA LEAVE A MARK

“This is gonna suck” [FFXV, Noctis, Ignis, CW]

No. 14 - UNDER PRESSURE

beaten, force [FE3H, Felix, Dimitri]

No. 15 - FEED A COLD, STARVE A FEVER

delirium [FF7, Rufus Shinra, CW]

No. 16 - ON A NEED TO KNOW BASIS

scars, aftermath [FF7, Veld/Verdot]

No. 17 - FIELD CARE 101

“Please don’t move!”, dread [FFXV, Noctis, Ignis, CW]

No. 18 - THE DOCTOR IS IN

“Now smile for the camera” [FF7, Reno, CW]

No. 19 - JUST A SCRATCH

bleeding, stabbing [FE3H, timeskip!Dimitri, CW]

No. 20 - LOST & FOUND

solitary confinement [FF7, Rufus Shinra, cont. of No. 15, CW]

No. 21 - THAT’S WHERE THE BLOOD’S SUPPOSED TO BE

bleeding through the bandages [FE3H, timeskip!Dimitri, timeskip!Felix, CW, collab with @atwistedsamurai]

No. 22 - THEY MADE ME DO IT

demon, obsession [FE3H, academy!Dimitri, AM Spoilers, CW]

No. 23 - YOU BREAK IT, YOU BUY IT

pursuit [FF7, Reno, trans!Reno HC, CW]

No. 24 - ONE DOWN TWO TO GO

revenge [FF7, Sephiroth, Angeal]

No. 25 - HIDE & SEEK

escape, hiding [FFXV, Noctis, CW]

No. 26 - YOU WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP

fallen [FE3H, timeskip!Dimitri, CW]

No. 27 - I’M FINE. I PROM…

passing out, collapse [FFXV, Noctis, Ignis, CW]

No. 28 - IT’S NOT JUST IN YOUR HEAD

“Good. You’re finally awake.” [FFVII, Reno]

No. 29 - ALL WORK AND NO PLAY

overworked [VNC/The Case Study of Vanitas, Vanitas]

No. 30 - DIGGING YOUR GRAVE

major character death, (alt.9) [FFVII, Rufus, Tseng, CW, collab with @atwistedsamurai ]

No. 31 - HURT & COMFORT

disaster zone, trauma (multiple character references)

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h3rmitsunited-art · 3 years

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Whumptober 2021 Masterpost

Hey friends!

I am challenging myself to complete Whumptober 2021 this year! I've never participated in any of these like daily writing things, and I've been writing more, and enjoy reading some whumpy stuff, so I figured a fun next step would be joining in and writing some myself, and maybe some art pieces too.

Links to the posts/Ao3 fics are under the read more and will be updated throughout October. Not sure if I will get to every day's prompts, but we shall see!

I'll be tagging posts with #whumptober2021, so if you don't want to see these posts, you can filter that tag!

I'll primarily be writing for DGHDA for these fics.

Link to my Ao3 account

1. All Trussed Up and Still Nowhere to Go: “you have to let go”, barbed wire, bound

Drunken Zip Tie on Ao3

2. Talking Is Overrated: garotte, choking, gagged

The Perks of Working Alone on Ao3

3. Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but: taunting, insults, "Who did this to you?"

Just Fix Me on Ao3

4. Trust Fall: "Do you trust me?", taken hostage, pushed

WE HAVE MR. TODD BROTZMAN on Ao3

5. I've Got Red in My Ledger: betrayal, misunderstanding, broken nose

The Tie Between Us on Ao3

6. Touch and Go: bruises, touch starved, hunger

Alone in Gray Hell on Ao3 (dual with Day 20: Lost and Found)

7. My Spidey-Sense Is Tingling: helplessness, numbness, blindness

An Early Grave on Ao3

8. Coughing Up a Lung: pneumothorax (collapsed lung), exotic illness, "Definitely just a cold"

Touch A Nerve on Ao3

9. Rumors of My Death May Have Been Greatly Exaggerated: presumed dead, (blind) rage, tears

A Normal Death on Ao3 (1/2 chapters completed)

10. Oops I Did It Again: hospital, flare up, ice chips

Sick of These Dreams on Ao3

11. Just Keep Swimming: adrift, drowning, dehydration

Adrift Art/Drabble, posted on tumblr

12. It'll Be Fun They Said: torture, made to watch, begging

Share the Pain on Ao3

13. That's Gonna Leave a Mark: "This is gonna suck", burns, cauterization

Burn Art/Drabble, posted on tumblr

14. Under Pressure: crash injuries, beaten, force

Crash Landing on Ao3

15. Feed A Cold, Starve A Fever: delirium, fever dreams, bees

Sick of These Dreams on Ao3

16. On A Need-to-Know Basis: recovery, scars, aftermath

Sharing My Scars on Ao3

17. Field Care 101: "please don't move", hemorrhage, dread

I’m In Bad Shape (Or Bad Shape In Me) on Ao3 (combined with Days 19 and 29)

18. The Doctor Is In: "Now, smile for the camera", doctor's visit, CPR

Partners (In Sickness and In Health) on Ao3

19. Just A Scratch: bitten, bleeding, stabbing

I’m In Bad Shape (Or Bad Shape In Me) on Ao3 (combined with Days 17 and 29)

20. Lost and Found: trunk, trapped under water, solitary confinement

Alone in Gray Hell on Ao3 (dual with Day 6: Touch and Go)

21. That's Where the Blood's Supposed to Be: bleeding through bandages, pressure, blood matted hair

The Blood Is Real on Ao3

22. They Made Me Do It: cursed, demon, obsession

No Rest for the Holistic on Ao3

23. You Break It, You Buy It: auction, ransom, pursuit

Mistakes Were Made on Ao3

24. One Down, Two to Go: self-induced injuries to escape, flashback, revenge

Payment Due on Ao3

25. Hide and Seek: escape, flight, hiding

Don’t Make a Sound on Ao3

26. You Will Go Down with This Ship: fallen, waterfall, trap door

Wings of Fate on Ao3

27. I'm Fine, I Prom...: passing out, vertigo, collapse

Grounded on Ao3 (dual with Day 28)

28. It's Not Just in Your Head: "Good, you're finally awake”, nightmares, panic

Grounded on Ao3 (dual with Day 27)

29. All Work and No Play: "You’re still not dead?", too weak to move, overworked

I’m In Bad Shape (Or Bad Shape In Me) on Ao3 (combined with days 17 and 19)

30. Digging Your Own Grave: major character death, left for dead, ghosts

The Detective and The Ghost on Ao3

31. Hurt & Comfort: disaster zone, trauma, prisoner

Agency Fire Art, posted on tumblr

#whumptober2021 #masterpost #dghda #don't reblog this will be updated through october :)

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majorxmaggiexboy · 3 years

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idk if i’m actually going to attempt to participate but i still want to make a little list of Tober/Tember prompts and ideas of what to do with them. also tagging @f-ro-g bc New Pack. Every time i do one of these i start forgetting every media i’ve ever consumed so we’re going to see if i can at least get more than like three different fandoms on here. Might or might not come back through and flesh these out with actual details later on.

Whumptober Ideas

1) All Trussed Up and Nowhere to Go/”You have to let go”/Barbed Wire/Bound - Hadestown, full stop. The whole prompt is Hadestown. It’s in the lyrics, even. It is this post that makes me finally notice the “Keep on walking and don’t look back” line in Wait For Me and i’m so angry right now

2) Talking is Overrated/Garotte/Choking/Gagged - I’m thinking a rewrite of my first Three Musketeers fic just because it was funny the first time around and also wouldn’t take much Effort. Next.

3) Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, But.../Taunting/Insults/”Who did this to you?”

The Bradmadge Brawl of S2E1 but with passion and malice next question

4) Trust Fall/”Do you trust me?”/Taken Hostage/Pushed

Nothing springs immediately to mind but i’m leaning toward Psych or The New Pack

5) Red In My Ledger/Betrayal/Misunderstanding/Broken Nose

*slams hand on table* New Pack. Mordaunt. It writes itself.

6) Touch and Go/Bruises/Touch-Starved/Hunger

On-Drakon we’re going to give Arman and Mira some love even if only two people on this website even know them.

7) My Spidey-Sense is Tingling/Helplessness/Numbness/Blindness

TASM just for the sake of it? Undecided

8) Coughing Up a Lung/Pneumothorax/Exotic Illness/”Definitely Just a Cold”

Ben Tallmadge and the Delaware Dive next question

9) Rumors of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated/Presumed Dead/Blind Rage/Tears

Bucky it’s your turn babe

10) Oops, I Did It Again/Hospital/Flare-Up/Ice Chips

Ben you’re going back in the Delaware it’ll be so funny

11) Just Keep Swimming/Adrift/Drowning/Dehydration

Personally i think having a third Ben vs. Water fic would be the funniest possible move but Grimaud or Mordaunt could also work here

12) It’ll Be Fun, They Said/Torture/Made to Watch/Begging

Jean-Olivier comes to mind but hmmmmm there was also that one TURN S3 au that could work

13) That’s Gonna Leave a Mark/This Is Gonna Suck/Burns/Cauterization

Hmmmmmm OH! OH! Raoul! The New Pack. Done.

14) Under Pressure/Crush Injuries/Beaten/Force

It says Force and Force is Star Wars so naturally this is Mando’s number.

15) Feed a Cold, Starve a Fever/Delirium/Fever Dream/Bees

Ben Tallmadge guess what....

16) On a Need-to-Know Basis/Recovery/Scars/Aftermath

I’m thinking the Psych Not-Ghost AU would work here but there are certainly other options.

17) Field-Care 101/”Please don’t move!”/Hemorrhage/Dread

Might go with something Leverage right here just because i just watched Leverage. Nothing’s jumping immediately to mind. Warm Bodies could also work though.

18) The Doctor is In/”Now smile for the camera!”/Doctor’s visit/CPR

I’m thinking Reid just because Dr. and i’ve never been able to write Doctor Who so. What other Doctor characters are there. McStuffins isn’t in the running here. Oh! We could do something MCU, Bruce is a Doctor isn’t he? God can you imagine Dr. Hulk trying to

19) Just a Scratch/Bitten/Bleeding/Stabbing

Didn’t ... d’Artagnan once utter the phrase “it’s just a scratch” in relation to someth.....first episode, i think? Great so we have a winner, good job everybody.

20) Lost & Found/Trunk/Trapped underwater/Solitary Confinement

Weirdly Mando is the first character to come to mind. Someone beat me to 80% of my other idea but there’s potential.

21) That’s Where the Blood’s Supposed to Be/Bleeding Through Bandages/Pressure/Blood-Matted Hair

Let’s be real the only two options for this one are Bucky or Eliot and they’re virtually the same character so where does that leave me

22) They Made Me Do It/Cursed/Demon/Obsession

*vague wave* Merlin ?

23) You Break It, You Buy It/Auction/Ransom/Pursuit

That one 3M au with Athos and the big mix-up and the Oops and all the...stuff, yeah. That works.

24) One Down, Two to Go/Self-Induced Injuries to Escape/Flashback/Revenge

Holy sh- i didn’t see this one initially. I mean? Jean? Ow.

25) Hide & Seek/Escape/Flight/Hiding

Psych? Orrrrr....TGM?

26) You Will Go Down With This Ship/Fallen/Waterfall/Trap Door

I’m trying to think of literally anything i’ve ever read or watched that’s got a ship in it ummmmmmm hey what if we interpret “ship” as yeaaaah let’s do another Mando one that’ll work

27) “I’m Fine, I Prom...”/Passing Out/Vertigo/Collapse

I mean..... .... ... is there a character this doesn’t work for though? Wait. No actually let’s do Childermass since he gets that what is it an allergic reaction to magic? I mean i know Segundus gets like that to so....ha let’s make it be Both of them.

28) It’s Not Just In Your Head/”Good, you’re finally awake”/Nightmares/Panic

First thought is New Pack but it might take some pondering.

29) All Work and No Play/”You’re still not dead?”/Too weak to move/overworked

it’s like Civil War but with Bucky and Jean-Olivier having an all-out brawl good lord it’s an either/or situation.

30) Digging Your Grave/Major Character Death/Left For Dead/Ghosts

*shot of choc milk* the exact TURN AU i was Just thinking about yesterday,,,

31) Hurt & Comfort/Disaster Zone/Trauma/Prisoner

I feel like i need to put Gwynplaine here just because he hasn’t had a turn yet

Alt. Prompts

1) Losing Control

Arman. Very obviously extramuch Arman definitely. Let’s have another one with the involuntary dragon himbo.

2) Threats

*chin hands* trying to think of a character who gets threatened a lot. will circle back. I’m actually thinking Psych again but idk.

3) Caning

Ro we’ve genuinely discussed about 16 different variations on this one i think it’s Time

4) Mercy

MORDAUNT MORDAUNT NEXT QUESTION

5) Forgotten

Is it time for Jack Frost of all people to make an appearance or is this just Bucky again

6) Head Injury

It would be real easy to just put the headbonk au here but i’m going to try to show some restraint and do a different headbonk story

7) Screaming

Going to assign Gwynplaine here just because he really has been neglected in this lineup and also it would probably be good for him to vent a little bit in this manner

8) Comfort

Someone’s going to get petted like a cat and i just haven’t decided whomst but when i do it’s over for everybody

9) Self-Sacrifice

What do i even say to that i Feels like another New Pack but it’s still up for grabs tbh

10) Trapped

Tempted to pour one out and just say Bucky but idk idk we’ll think of something this is very much a first draft stream of thought general idea planning session

11) Near Death Experience

It would be hilarious to just put something like Meet Joe Black for this one but WAIT NO NO GO BACK ACTUALLY WARM BODIES LET’S DO WARM BODIES

12) Regret

It’s gotta either be Psych or TURN

13) Tragedy

My first thought is to do a damn Hannibal fic without ever having actually watched the show just because i’m still angry about how i read it ended but considering that i only know the characters’ voices from tumblr chatposts i feel like that’s not the best venue to

heck we might just do New Pack

14) Battlefield

Either TURN or New Pack or....the song’s a little bit dramatic for a Bucky but actually....unless? no....but Maybe,

15) Anxiety

Every character i’ve ever cared about could potentially fit right here so :/ Arman could have 3rd ficlet but again, literally every character, i,,,,,they’ve all got anxiety X’D

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b1ksh88p · 4 years

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Be Mine ⛏

Plot Plot: You’ve been in a few relationships, unfortunately all ending in tragedy. You had a reputation for being a bad omen. Truly you were a sweet girl but it seemed like every single one of your lovers ended up dead or horrendously disfigured in the long run. This Valentine’s Day your boyfriend decides to jump ship for some blonde crushing the little hope you had left for your love life. In a slightly drunken haze you sneak into the mines for a rant about the cursed corporate holiday and to drown your sorrows in the solitude of the mines. But it seems like you’ve got a listener.

Tags/Warnings: Lots of cursing | Sprinkle of angst | Fluff

The cold air of the abandoned labyrinth did nothing to cool you down as you ventured further into its clutches. To put it lightly you were on fire. Every part of you wanted to tear someone apart. The auburn liquid sloshed around as you clumsily stomped past heaps of forgotten debris. If not for your drunken stupor you would’ve turned back. Everyone knew the horrific tale of the pickaxe cannibal murder. Although you were sure the story was somewhat embellished you’ve heard worse. Poor fuck did what he had to do to survive. Anyone else would’ve done the same, it’s human nature to do anything no matter how gruesome to survive.

“Give a girl a box of cheap chocolates and a fucking bouquet of withering roses and she’s supposed to repay ya by sucking your fucking dick and acting like yer the best thing since sliced bread.” You grumble.

The deeper you go the darker it gets. Stone walls become suffocating and everything looks like the enemy. A fight or flight response may have kicked in but you were in no place to think rationally. When your heel broke you fucking snapped.

“Stupid Roses, fuck ass chocolates, fake relationships for fake people who wouldn’t know love if it fucking stabbed them in the face!” You yell throwing the broken heel piece deep into the darkness. “A corporate holiday with no fucking insignificance! Just a money plot and a excuse to fuck and act like you like that worthless pathetic fuck you’re dating that you like them. When all 364 days you’ve been with em ya fucking loathe them!” You continue on tearing up the damned holiday in partially incoherent babbling until you hear glass break.

Despite your conditions you aren’t stupid. “Fuck is that?” You call out whilst backing up. At first you’re sure it’s a group of horny teenagers but through the gritty lights you see a single foreboding silhouette. This was where you run. Or at least you should’ve. Instead you squint your eyes like some tourist taking in the sights and step forward. “Bud y’know the mines are abandoned cuz of the poor guy who had to eat his friends right?” You call out. “I mean do you if this is your thing I support it but it’s kinda weird since you look exactly like the serial killer guy. Spot on cosplay.” You compliment. The figure doesn’t move. It doesn’t even look like he’s breathing. You feel your hairs start to stand up and goosebumps pepper you skin. It seems your liquid courage was fading.

“Welp I’ll leave you be, don’t wanna bore you with the details of this fucked up holiday.” You let out a wry laugh before turning your back on the figure. You get about 12 good steps in before the stride of death crescendos behind you. Now you were running. Your broken heels doing wonders at making this chase the easiest for your attacker. In the midst of running you take them off and throw them off behind you. Now look you weren’t aiming for the guy but when you heard the hit connect and a surprised grunt you got the feeling you were fucked. Instead of running in a straight line you dip into a little crawl space. Maybe he’d give up and fuck off you. To your horror the man crouches down and starts to crawl his way inside.

Without thinking you take the whiskey bottle and crash it on his head. “Leave me alone I don’t even like this fuckass holiday you fucking weirdo!” You cry. He looks up at you and stops trying to fit.

“Why not.” His voice was eerily calm. As if he weren’t some insane pickaxe murderer but a man.

“Well because it’s stupid and to lovy dovy. And because it feels wrong to celebrate it when such a tragedy had occurred.” You explain. “And...and I got dumped today so there’s that.” You huff.

“...You pity me?”

You shake your head. Words weren’t really your strong point and you didn’t need him thinking you were coddling him or anything. Instead you just stare into the glossy eyeholes with your own praying he’d just fuck off. You practically shit yourself when he continued to scramble through and stand up. You grab a rock and stand ready to knock him upside the head with it only have your wrist harshly grabbed mid throw.

“I don’t want your pity.”

This was it. You were gonna die. And it was gonna be painful and super fucking lame. On your headstone it would say:

“Loser girl no one cares about got dumped on Valentine’s Day...also got murdered lol”

Even though you wanted to sob and cry your eyes out you were way to stubborn to go out pleading and begging. “I was being empathetic you weirdo! We do what we gotta do to survive, and you did just that. You aren’t some crazy murderer. You’re just angry and traumatized and that’s ok!” The grip on your wrist only tightened. “Gah! Th-the system failed you dude. The whole fucking city failed you and still is failing you! You ha-have a right to be mad! I’m not excusing what you’ve done b-but shit I would’ve done the same!” You squeal feeling the blood flow completely cease as he tightened his grip.

Suddenly the pain stopped. You open your eyes and rub your poor wrist hoping the feeling would return. He seemed more docile. It was as if his entire aura had changed. The man sat down on a hunk of rubble, his weapon clenched in his grip. If you didn’t know better you could’ve sworn he was crying. It was a silent sob. Nothing overtly dramatic, kind of how like you’d expect a man who’s rarely cried to cry. It was unnerving. The only man you’ve ever seen cry was your dad and that was when he laughed to hard. This...this was gut wrenching.

This monster that was hellbent on killing you seconds ago was now a sad man huddled up in a corner like a child. You could never feel the pain he’s felt, relive the days of utter darkness and skewed rations. Never could you imagine the gritty taste of human flesh. The depravity one must have for themselves. The survivors guilt. The nightmares he must relive. He kept muttering something about the dark and the how he wasn’t a monster. How he just wanted to see the light again.

“It’s ok.”

You weren’t sure you could touch him so you just sat in front of him. He was still shaken up but the sound of your voice seemed to get through to him. “It’s ok and you’re safe. I’m here. I won’t go anywhere I’d you don’t want me to...” You could bare the cold for a night. You’d rather be frozen to death then brutally murdered.

Both of you sat there for what seemed like ages until he moved. You were on the edge of slumber before seeing a gloved hand slither towards yours. You wanted to move it. Make haste and dip but your body had become heavy. Your eyes seemingly weighed down by stones. Before you knew it he was oddly holding your hand. You saw him looking at you intently. Probably waiting for you to scream or pull away but you stayed put. One hand held up your head whilst the other was his to experience. It had probably been awhile since he’s been so vulnerable so you let him have this. It wasn’t like you had anything else to do tonight but sleep and pray that the hang over didn’t beat your ass in the morning. Before you could fall asleep he pulls you into a really awkward half ass embrace against the cold stained suit. It was far more comfortable than the back straining position you were in a second ago but man this guy was bad at ‘snuggling’. You felt like he was gonna smother you! When he found a comfortable position he rested that stupid ass mask on top of your head with a satisfied grunt before you gave up on protesting and fell asleep. How the hell were you gonna get home

When you wake there’s no cold embraces or odd masked men. Instead you find yourself wrapped in some dusty old quilt at the entrance of the mine. For a moment you think everything that occurred was a mere fever dream. A whiskey fueled hallucination. You scramble to your feet and notice a little note that had fallen from the tattered cloth. The paper, or what you hoped was paper and not dried human skin, had fairly neat handwriting. It was short and morbidly sweet.

Thank you.

There was a part of you that was absolutely mortified. The note solidified your suspicions of what had taken place last night. But the other part of you was strangely elated. You turn to the mine and put your hands to your mouth to amplify your words. “THANKS FOR NOT KILLING ME ILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!!!!!!” You yell happily before heading back into town. You were pretty sure he didn’t hear you but it calmed you to know that he not only spared you but someone actually appreciated your presence.

This was definitely not your final encounter ⛏

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#slasher #horror #slashers #harry warden #my bloody valentine #slasher x s/o #slasher x reader #im not good at writing lmao #potential series maybe idk #i really loved writing this 🙈#harry warden x reader

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ahs-source · 4 years

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Happy Friday! Welcome to this week’s Fanfiction Friday! Thank you to those who submitted these fantastic works for this week’s Fanfiction Friday. Let’s celebrate these wonderful works that you can all read while in quarantine! Please stay safe!

As Above, So Below (Completed) by 7_wonders (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader | Tags: Hades & Persephone au | Completed (23/23 Chapters) | 71441 words

Your average, mundane life as a college student is flipped upside down when the man you thought you knew as your next-door neighbor turns out to be the God of the Dead. When Michael lures you down to Hell, everything that you thought you knew about the world is proven wrong.

Headache (Completed) by heramew (AO3) Relationships: Fiona Goode x Myrtle Snow | Tags: Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, young Fiona and Myrtle | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 2098 words

1971, Fiona and her friends sneaked up to a party in town, but things didn't go as planned.

Headfirst for Halos (WIP) by @hellish-ramblings-of-an-emo (Tumblr) Relationships: Tate Langdon x Female Reader | Warnings: allusions to both physical and emotional abuse from a family member, actual physical abuse between a freshman and a senior, allusions to mental illnesses such as depression, student v. student violence. A certain way an event was phrased could be considered an allusion to molestation. strong language. a reference to homophobic slurs (none were used) | Completed (1/? Chapters) | 1240 words

I truly believe there isn’t a sound as horrible as the sound of my alarm. The repetitive chimes shoot straight to the center of my brain. It’s horrible. My bones crack as I attempt to get out of bed, a groan instinctively leaving my throat. I was dizzy, the light peeking through from between my blinds making my head throb. My shitty alarm clock read 6:27AM. 15 minutes until my ride gets here.

Love Like Winter (Completed) by @dailylangdon (Tumblr) Relationships: Winter Anderson x Female Reader | Warnings: Oral sex, alcohol use, fingering, lack of plot | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 549 words

How did you end up like this?

You hadn’t seen her in god knows how long. She was just a girl you knew from school. It was Christmas break from college and by chance you ran into her on your first night back in town.

She took you to her place and you split a frozen cherry lime wine cooler. The two of you talked about old times and dissolved into giggles. Next thing you knew, every piece of your clothing was hastily peeled off your body.

Resistance is Futile (Completed) by Sojourne (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader | Tags: Dubious Consent, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Demons, Bondage, Begging, Size Difference, Size Kink, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Hand & Finger Kink, Overstimulation, Choking, Hair-pulling, Demons, Demon Summoning, Spanking, Rough Sex | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 5355 words

Soon after moving into your new apartment, you realize that something isn't quite right. It's constantly cold, you always feel like someone is watching you, and things start moving around on their own.

Turns out, one of the past tenants summoned a demon and then trapped him here, and now he's upset with you invading his territory. Uh-oh.

Demon AU

Run Rabbit Run (Completed) by @maso-xchrist (Tumblr) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader | Warnings: PURE SMUT. Non/dub-con, chasing, violence, mimicry, knifeplay, cutting, stabbing, choking, hanging, & blood consumption. In other words, not for the faint of heart! | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 6k+ words

A single heart beats in the outpost.

Security Blanket (Completed) by @mxnstersarehuman (Tumblr) Relationships: Kai Anderson x Female Reader | Prompt: Hey could you write something maybe for a softer Kai Anderson x reader idc what I’m sorry I know this isn’t really specific just softer Kai thanks if you can! | Completed (1/1 Chapters)

You hear the slam of the door and immediately know Kai is home. Things had been so hectic as of late and he was always so busy with his cult so you always made sure to stay up for his return home just so you could see him. Even if it was only for a few minutes before fatigue took over and you both fell asleep.

Kai was a terrifying person, mean and vindictive and manipulative and cruel, all things that he had never been towards you. Everyone in the cult had thought you were crazy for accepting his proposal of a date when he had offered a year ago, but you saw something in his eyes when he asked you. His request wasn’t demanding like you would’ve expected, rather polite and genuinely inquisitive as to whether you actually liked him romantically.

So of course you had said yes.

thanatos (Completed) by SophieGraceJ (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Mallory | Tags: Immobilisation kink, Smut, Rape/Non-con Elements, Creepy, Blood and Gore, fairytale!au, Snow White!Au, dark!millory, this is dark, Death, cosmic horror kinda | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 2537 words

“There’s something in these forests.” “Something … something venomous. It’s been killing me since I arrived here. It is what drains me of life, what keeps me bed ridden.” “But I cannot leave. I protect the people. Now I pass this onto you, this destiny is yours now Mallory.”

She fell, fell deep into the grave, body unmoving. At first, she suspected it was sleep. But it wasn’t. No.

Her eyes blinking again, vision clear. She could see, hear, smell … but not touch. Couldn’t move a finger, couldn’t wriggle her toes, couldn’t open her mouth to gasp when time passed.

He met her gaze, and his eyes widened. Only just discovering an intimacy. He smiled some more. This time, it reached his eyes, although they wept with tears, copying her own.

The Devil Incarnate (Completed) by jeromevaleska (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader | Tags: POV Second Person, Eventual Smut, Banter, Slow Burn, Family Drama, Lots of plot, Reader-Insert, Explicit Language, Slow Build, Sexual Tension, it starts off when miriam brings michael into her home, there will be smut ya'll already know, Reader-Interactive, Eventual Sex, there's some tension between you and michael, you don't trust him at all, Porn With Plot, i'll add tags as the story goes on, Love/Hate, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Dysfunctional Relationships, Explicit Sexual Content, Developing Relationship | Completed (23/23 Chapters) | 142022 words

You're Miriam Mead's daughter, and you two have a complicated relationship to say the least. You think she's more than a little bonkers with her religious beliefs, and no matter how much she has tried to make you follow the same dark path, it's in vain. But when Miriam welcomes Michael into your home, you start to question everything and you just might become a believer.

the love that discovered the sin (Completed) by @lvngdvns (Tumblr) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader x Timothy Howard | Warnings: Fingering, oral sex (fem. receiving), threesome, rough sex, double penetration, anallingus, anal sex, vaginal sex, degradation, choking, cum eating, religion kink, biblical allusions/perversion of scripture, all things blasphemous and unholy. Literally just sacrilegious PWP. (+ crack ship pairing) | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 4.4k words

“Bless me father,” she breathes into Timothy’s ear as she crawls astride his lap, slipping a finger underneath the rim of his collar and pulling it free in a single, effortless motion, “for I have sinned.”

Untitled pt. 2 (pt.1 here) by @writerforprompt (Tumblr) Relationships: Kai Anderson x Female Reader | Warnings: Oral Sex, Manipulation, Mention of Drug Use, Vaginal Sex, Dark Themes, Pregnancy | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 2350 words

You were kneeling in between Kai’s legs, head tilted towards the sky, arching your throat into his grip. You brought your chest forward to make sure it was directly within his line of sight. Based upon the number of hungry glances he shot down your plunging neckline, you’d say it was.

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conaionaru · 4 years

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Honor and Blood (Ivar the Boneless)

A greedy Fool

Synopsis: Vanya is now eight months pregnant and Silas finally arrives. He is in for a big surprise.

Warning: Ivar, angst, toxic family, manipulation, mentions of murder

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P.S. Anything in cursive is Old Norse. Anything in bold and cursive is a memory.

I am trying to give Silas some form of motive and personality, hopefully it fits. I want him to be more than a villain, that’s there to create drama. He is a jerk (asshole, dick,..), but let him be a deep one.

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Ever since the sacrifice to Freyja, Vanya had no dreams of Silas or the stranger. If it was thanks to the goddess or her newfound courage, Vanya had no clue. But she didn't care either way. She was no eight months pregnant and more pressing matter to worry about then why she is finally getting sleep.

A fisherman spotted ships on the horizon bearing the red sun of Slegia. Which meant Silas is nearly here, so she must be ready. Brynja and Margrethe helped Vanya dress and did her hair to greet her brother at the shore. "The pink one or the red one?"

"Pink." Margrethe nodded at the order and laid the dress out on Ivar's and Vanya's bed as Brynja helped her out of her sleeping gown. Ivar was already in the Great Hall talking to his brothers and mother about the precautions against Silas.

Vanya stared out of the window of their chambers to watch people pass by in a hurry. She exhaled loudly and stood up from the chair with great difficulty. Nowadays, the ginger needed help getting up and rested her legs a lot. Sigurd joked to her that she is now equal to Ivar, the heavily pregnant one and the cripple. What a pair they are.

"Are you sure? You could stay in bed and rest; we could tell him you are ill." Brynja asked, worried, seeing the pale complexion her princess spotted. But the said girl only shook her head and pushed her shoulders back with her head held high.

"It is alright. I just have to do what Sigurd told me. Walk proudly with death in my eyes." Brynja and Margrethe raised both an eyebrow at the tidbit of information, thinking of Ivar and his angry expression all the time.

Brynja chuckled at the fierce look in Vanya's eyes. "You have been practicing, Vanya. You already look terrifying for someone with a heart as big as yours."

Vanya beamed at the compliment, turning from a scary Viking Princess into a ray of sunshine. The two girls laughed at the sudden change and led Vanya to the Great Hall to join the others. Together Aslaug, Vanya, and the Ragnarssons arrived at the shore where Silas would reach within an hour.

"It will all be alright, Lillemor (Little mother). And before you know it, he will return to his kingdom, and you will forget all about him." Hvitserk whispered into her ear, making Vanya smile in thanks. They agreed not to kill Silas and endure his presence till he left. As long as Silas behaved, he wouldn't be beheaded or harmed.

The ships drew nearer with the help of the good wind, Vanya thought about her monster of a brother. "You are a waste of space! Unthankful, filthy, and stupid. Aren't you?" "You will do as I say. Or I will let the heathen army have their way with you in the middle of the streets." "The cattle in the barn has more intelligence than you. Maybe I should let you live with them to learn a thing or two." "I should have smothered you in your crib like I wanted to!" He was cruel and cared about nobody but himself and the throne.

By the time Vanya snapped out of her thoughts, the ships were docked, and Silas looked at them with a smirk on his face. The King got off the boat, flanked with his knights.

He was clad in their father's blue cloak with his crown on his head, wearing both proudly and smugly. As if to show everyone, he was better then them. "Welcome to Kattegat, King Silas. I hope the journey was well," Aslaug greeted the blond Saxon, who looked her over and smirked at her.

"Could have been better, but we prevailed like we always do. You must be Queen Aslaug, the one who sees the future?" Aslaug nodded in agreement as Ivar clenched his teeth together in anger. The Christian spoke like a snob mocking his mother without any respect for her title.

"Let me introduce you, King Silas. You already know, Bjorn." The Queen said with a fake smile, her eyes sharper than any blade. Bjorn stared down at the smug King with hard eyes, Silas returned the stare with the same amount of disgust. "My sons Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar. And of course, my daughter Vanya."

The Saxon looked the sons of Ragnar and smirked when he had to look down to look at Ivar. The youngest Ragnarsson glared at him from his seat on a chair, with Ubbe on his left and Vanya on his right. Silas looked at his sister and smirked at her brace facade. "Lovely sister, you have grown. I was worried my letter never reached you when you didn't respond."

"She hasn't been feeling that well, carrying a child is not an easy task," Aslaug said, walking towards her son and his wife, laying a hand on their shoulders. "We can assure you; we have been taking good care of Vanya, she is a part of our family after all."

"Of course." Silas nodded his smirk still present as he embraced Vanya. "How far along are you?"

The ginger laid a hand on her stomach and smiled at him. "Eight months. Is Mother not here?" Silas shook his head and mentioned back at the ship.

"She has found a new lover with a huge treasury. But let's not trouble ourselves with talk of whores." Silas snapped back spit flying out of his mouth, Vanya agreed against her will thinking of her poor mother who was left alone with this spiteful idiot.

"How long do you wish to stay, Brother?" Vanya questioned, looking at the knights that he bought with him. They looked tense, watching the Vikings as they would attack at any moment.

Silas scoffed and glared at Vanya; all his earlier fake smiles gone. "Why, do you wish to get rid of me, Sister?" He spat angrily as Vanya shook her head and mentioned for the knights.

"I am just worried for your knights. They aren't dressed for the weather. The first snows will fall soon. I do not want them to freeze or grow ill." The King shook his head and leaned closer to her ear. The Ragnarsson stiffened, especially Ivar, who reached for the axe, he hid on his back.

"Don't worry about my playthings. Worry about your pack of savages, dirty and pitiful just like you. Wasn't I right, Vanya? He fits you perfectly."

"Don't call them savages; they are my people. Just like your knights used to be."

Silas scoffed at that and glared into his sister's eyes. "They are not your people, they never were and never will be. You are the womb to some mutilated heathen, you nor your child have any claim to my throne."

"Then, why are you here?" She hissed, her hatred for him evident even to the knights. Silas stared at her, shocked. How dare she speak back to him, question him, and oppose him? Who does she think she is?

"How about we move to the Great Hall? We prepared a feast to welcome you." Aslaug cut in to deescalate the situation before it came to a fight. Silas scowled down at the ginger, who matched his heated look with one of her own. He scoffed and turned to Aslaug.

"Let's go." He smiled kindly at the Queen as she returned his fake smile. "I wish to see to what standard you hold my visit." His smile turned sour as he slammed his shoulder against Sigurd's and walked with Aslaug to the Great Hall.

"What a joy he is." Hvitserk spat as Ivar and Ubbe checked on Vanya, who was breathing heavily, trying to calm her adrenaline-filled body.

Sigurd rolled his eyes at the comment and looked up at Bjorn, who frowned at the knights armed from head to toe. "A fool. That's what he is." He spat, walking towards the hall, making sure Aslaug was alright with the King. The Ragnarssons looked at each other and shrugged, following behind Vanya, Ivar, and Ubbe.

The feast was awkward, to say the least. The Vikings had fun like always, but the Saxons were tense, and Silas watched the Northmen like they were lesser people. Ivar clutched his cup in his hand like he might throw it at Silas, even Sigurd was silent. Margrethe filled Vanya's cup and looked at the Princess worriedly. "Are you alright, Princess? You don't look so well?"

Silas looked over at his sister, who was pale with sweat on her forehead. The foreign tongue the thrall used was strange to him. It seemed pathetic in his eyes; English was much more proper. If he were king here, he would forbid the heathens to speak any other tongue, or worship other gods than the Christian one. "I am alright. The child is just restless today, that's all. Something sweet might calm it some, like usually. Could you please fetch me something like that?"

"Of course." Margrethe run off to the kitchens, while Silas stared at Vanya in disbelief. First, she dared oppose him, and now she speaks the language of these savages. How low she has fallen, his foolish little sister.

He stabbed his piece of meat with his fork and cut off a mouthful. After he swallowed the food, he washed it down with a cup of wine bought in his honor. "Mother wanted me to ask if you thought about names. She suggested Ælfgar or Wassa."

Vanya looked at Silas, confused. "Mother wants me to name my child after Ælfgar The Thirsty?" Silas shrugged his shoulders at the question while Hvitserk looked at Vanya for an explanation. "He went mad and poisoned his three sons so they wouldn't oppose him. His wife threw him down the well and named his brother the rightful heir."

The Ragnarssons grimaced, shrugged and snorted at the weird ancestor of their sister in law. Ivar looked at Silas, trying to see through his innocent question. He doubted that Vanya's mother said that all he wanted to know was the gender of the child. "We wait with the naming until the babe is born. The name means a lot in our culture. It decides the future of the child, what the gods might have in store for it." Aslaug explained, sipping on her cup with her perfect eyebrows raised in a challenge to the bratty King of Slegia. Luckily Silas held his tongue and brooded in silence. What a rare sight it was.

"And Wassa? What did she do?" Ubbe tried to change the subject.

"Her husband beheaded her for being infertile," Silas said with a smirk on his face, yet Vanya shook her head at his answer and leaned closer to Ubbe.

"She wasn't infertile; she gave him a daughter. But he wanted an heir as he was already fifty and killed the young Queen. He accused her of cheating on him, said the child wasn't his."

Silas shrugged at the history lesson and pointed at Vanya. "Can't say I blame him. She was pretty and not even twenty. He was old and rich, thinking that she betrayed him with another was plausible. The child looked nothing like him anyway." He then turned his gaze to Ivar and sneered with his teeth showing. "I wish that your child looks like you. However, it would be a shame if it had your legs. A terrible fate for a babe."

Ivar growled at that ready to launch himself over the table and strangle the king with his own coat. Ubbe and Vanya held the youngest Ragnarsson whispering into his ear to compose himself and be the smarted man. Yet Ivar kept glaring at the proud Christian who drank his wine like a won a war.

"Your ancestors are insane," Sigurd commented, thinking of all the family members Vanya mentioned.

"A little bit, but there was more good than bad. Mother's ancestry is crazier." Vanya recalled thinking of the stories the wet nurses told her as a child.

Silas rolled his blue eyes at that and downed his cup, slamming it against the table. "They believed that fire runs through their veins. That's why so many of them have red hair—kissed by fire: stories, the whole lot of them. Godric The Dragon was just a fool who burned the crops of other kingdoms hoping they would name him king. It worked with a bunch of farmers who overthrew their king and gave Wrosan to Godric, doesn't make him a hero or a dragon."

Vanya hated to agree with Silas on that one. Godric was a desperate man who wanted more than a field to plow. He created a dynasty of redheads by marrying a common girl. And now Wrosan is poor, supported by Slegia though marriage and heirs. It was sad to see a kingdom fall to ruin, because of fights between greedy siblings. What was more tragic was that it was their grandfather that did it, which forced Siflæd to marry Osmond. And Silas was exactly like their grandfather, greedy, foolish, and cunning.

"Well, at least you are somehow normal, Lillemor ( Little mother)." Hvitserk teased his sister, ignoring the offended noises Silas made.

"I will take that as a compliment. I think." Vanya mussed, smiling at the flaxen-haired Ragnarsson.

Sigurd smirked at that and mentioned to Ivar. "Well, you can't be completely normal. Otherwise, you wouldn't love our little brother. And us. It takes a little bit of crazy to like us. Skol!" Everybody drank from their cups, as Silas brooded in his chair.

"What's the matter, My King?" Asked a knight on Silas's right.

The King looked at him fuming, and stabbed his fork into his meat, imagining it to be Vanya's face. "They love her, Stithulf. These savages adore her; she fits right in that unthankful whore."

Stithulf leaned closer to his King and pried his hand off the knife. He held his the blond's hand in his and squeezed it to get his attention. "That's right, My King. She is a whore, that's what you must let the heathens see. You make her husband think of her as an adulterer, and the child will be no threat to you anymore. A bastard has no claim, no matter the sex. She will be nothing, just like she had always been." Silas hung onto every word that left the knight's lips and agreed. "You do trust me, do you not?"

"Of course I do." Silas spat back offended, ripping his hand away before somebody might notice and accuse him of laying with men. Stithulf was his advisor and protector, not his lover. A friend who saw the threat Vanya's child poses for his crown. If it weren't for Stithulf, Silas would have never taken any action. "I just don't see the reason why the babe is such a problem. The council said most of the children here don't live long. And when I marry, my son will be King, no matter if Vanya's was born sooner. The stupid bitch doesn't even want the crown."

"She might not. But what of them? These savages are dangerous. And the child is of heathen blood. Do you want a pegan to sit on your throne? To wear your crown and rule your people? If the cripple doesn't believe us, then we murder the mother and child both. So there won't be any more incidents like this. First, we deal with her; then, we deal with your uncle. You deserve to rule, always did. You are the rightful King of Slegia and Wrosan. Silas the Great."

The spiteful king nodded at that, watching his sister talking with the Queen, Ragnarsson, Helga, and Floki. "Silas the Great. You are right. I deserve everything."

"And you shall get it, My King," Stithulf smirked behind the Kings back. What an easy chess piece the idiot was, so easy to manipulate - The Perfect King indeed.

#vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar lothbrok #ivar x oc #original character #original female character #ivar ragnarsson #ivar imagine #vikings imagine #history vikings

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rosesgonerogue · 4 years

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Let the Sunshine In Chapter 3

Jay’s fever didn’t come down all throughout the night. Marinette stayed by his side the entire time, medicating and cooling him down as much as she could.

It got bad enough that Marinette considered taking him to the hospital, and she was about to go through with it when his eyes started glowing green again.

“Tikki, where are you?” Marinette called, getting more frantic by the moment.

“I’m here!” The kwami rushed into the room, looking almost as agitated as her holder.

“Did you talk to Plagg? What do we do?” she asked, acutely aware of every movement and moan that came from the couch.

“We’re still figuring things out,” Tikki said. “For the time being, we just need to wait this out. We don’t want to make things worse.”

Marinette watched Jay’s thrashing with increasing concern. “I don’t… I feel really out of my depth, Tikki. I don’t know at all how I could help him.”

“A lot of this we probably can’t do anything except wait things out.”

Jay lurched into an upright position, body tense with contrived anger. Tikki shuddered from the killing aura he emanated. “Marinette, he’s going to hurt someone or himself.”

“I’ll do what I can to help him,” she said determinately, exuding false confidence. “After all, I’m Ladybug. I-”

It was a sentence never to be finished, however, as Jay launched himself at Marinette, his mindless movements brutal and unforgiving, although thankfully uncoordinated. She couldn’t do anything but dodge his initial heavy blows, leaving the furniture and the decor to suffer from his fists. This went on for a few minutes, Marinette and Jay weaving around each other in a destructive dance. She watched him like a hawk, and the moment she found an opening, she struck, pinning him.

After being Ladybug for this long, Marinette had taken a wide variety of self-defense classes, including all manner of grappling techniques with Nora. Without his mental faculties, it was child’s play to transition into a different hold, one that Jay wouldn’t be able to break out of in his current malnourished and frenzied state.

He found valiantly against her, but the fight just… bled out of him the longer they were in contact. The longer they were in contact with each other, the more Marinette felt ill. It was stronger now than when she had first found him; it almost felt like the aura of a particularly powerful akuma, but even darker, more twisted. The most unsettling part of it all was that it was shockingly familiar - she could feel Tikki and Plagg’s power at work here, she could feel what she had the power to become if she ever went that far.

The miasma slowly but surely cleared from the room, and with it went Marinette’s strength. She was more exhausted than she had been even after the worst akuma. But even as the fight slowly died down, she clung to Jay, murmuring nonsense in his ear. She honestly couldn’t remember what language she was speaking at the moment, but she murmured, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I don’t know who you were, but there’s something familiar about you. I know we don’t know each other at all, but somehow I feel like you’re trustworthy.”

As she spoke, she could feel even more of her energy draining out. Her grip slackened as her eyes fluttered closed. Almost unaware it was leaving her lips, she said, “I’ll keep you safe, whatever it takes.”

A few hours passed like this, the two exhausted from the weight of the magic they’d had to endure. None but the kwami bore witness to the event, many of them flitting about, torn between rejoicing and anxiety.

“Where do we go from here?” Barkk asked, wringing his paws.

“We still have to let things play out on their own,” Trixx said, crossing her arms.

“You’d think with all of the powers we have, we could have done more,” Mullo said sadly.

“Is he really who we’re shipping her with? Are we sure Chat Noir is out of the question?” Kaalki asked. When the others just looked at the horse kwami, she sighed. “Fine. At least he’s kind of famous, or he used to be.”

“Hide, he’s waking up,” Wayzz warned, urging the other kwamii towards the Miracle Box.

For the second time in Jason’s new life, he woke up completely disoriented. He’d been slowly growing accustomed to having a heartbeat again, but the assault on his senses was still a lot to handle.

At first he didn’t have any clue where he was. The room was a complete disaster, things broken and flung about this way and that. Jason had seen murder scenes that were less devastated than this.

When he clenched his fist, he almost gasped at the tiny stabbing pains from his hand being very asleep. Glancing over, Jason almost choked when he found a small Asian girl asleep on his arm.

Seeing the girl, a whole host of emotions and memories flooded him. He had done this, he had ruined this house the same way he seemed to ruin everything. He had ruined Dick’s relationship with Bruce, and he had ruined his own relationship with Bruce right before he’d died.

His memories also recalled Marinette telling him something before he’d fallen unconscious. If his high school French skills weren’t failing him, she trusted him.

Marinette was clearly too good. Not even Jason Todd was messed up enough to take advantage of the angel that was too good for this world. He couldn’t do anything but hurt her even worse, and he refused to ruin her like he had everything else. It would be best to extricate himself now.

Somehow he removed himself from her without waking her, slipping out of the house with as little noise as possible. It was barely sunrise at this point, but even then, the light was almost too much for his eyes. Apparently his temporary stint with death had left him with some weird side effects.

The few citizens that did mill about looked at him a little strangely, but that was the extent of the reaction he elicited. It was a reaction he would have expected in Gotham. A part of Jason wondered what could possibly have caused such a reaction.

Hawkmoth his mind whispered to him. Like a lightning bolt, a series of memories flashed through his mind.

He had likely forgotten about all of this because of, surprise surprise, being dead, but that didn’t make him feel less terrible about it. Memories of a teenaged Ladybug nearly brought him to his knees. If this was how the citizens reacted to a strange presence like his own, it probably meant that Hawkmoth was still at large.

It didn’t feel like Jason had been brought back to life for any particular reason other than Ra’as playing mind games with Bruce. More than that, it felt like a cruel joke of fate. That didn’t stop his strange pull to Paris. He would make use of this, though. NOw that the oppressive anger had lightened up, he gave himself a purpose. He would direct that anger, he would find Hawkmoth, and he would take care of him, one way or another. He would plague Hawkmoth and his akumas until he brought the man to his knees.

He more than anyone knew that Ladybug was doing everything she could. But she doubtlessly valued protecting the citizens over anything else. Jason had no such qualms, meaning he could do the things Ladybug couldn’t -- and shouldn’t have to do.

Watch out, Paris. Red Hood had arrived.

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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grounded din djarin x reader

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The only thing I could think of while writing this was "you killed ted you medieval dick weed!" 😂😂 Iykyk

Song: I'm too afraid to love you by the black keys

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"Mando!"

I yelled, running after him.

"Y/n, Wait!"

He said, raising his hand in an attempt to stop me. He was only a few feet away, I could make it. Or so I thought. One more step and I was thrown, a large blast coming in contact with the ground beside me. I was in the air in an instant, slamming back down into the ground a few yards away. I groaned, rolling from my back and onto my side as the dirt started to settle.

"Din."

I whispered, a loud ringing between my ears. I dug my finger tips into the ground, looking around for him. When I saw him laying in the clearing my face fell.

"Din."

I said again, worry overcoming me as he laid there unmoving.

"You lose."

I heard harshly from my left. I gritted my teeth, snapping my head his direction.

"You'll pay for that."

I seethed, jumping to my feet and reaching for my blaster. Panic set in when I didn't feel it. My eyes darted around the open field, seeing it laying beside din. I looked back to the assassin and he laughed.

"Oh I will, will I?"

He taunted and I growled lowly in my throat, plucking my knife from the sheath against my thigh.

"Yes you will."

I said, aggressively charging at him. Panic flashed over his face for a second as I lunged at him, the knife barely grazing his ear as he moved to dodge my attack.

"Shit."

He said under his breath as we moved in circles, stabbing at each other. I switched my knife in my hand before pushing forward and catching him in the neck. He hissed at the contact, his free hand moving to the wound.

"I have no quarrel with you."

He managed, dodging another of my attacks. I shook my head.

"You killed my Mando, now it's personal."

I said through gritted teeth.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I must."

He said, burying his knife into my arm. I screamed at the hot pain rushing to it as he pulled the knife away.

"Asshole!"

I accused, lunging at him again. I stabbed him square in the shoulder, losing grip on the knife as he grabbed me and spun me around. I panted as he pressed my back into his chest, pulling his blaster to my head and breathing heavily down my neck. My eyes went wide as I looked up, seeing din standing a few feet from us, firm stance, and blaster pointed at us both.

"Din."

I sighed out, an unwavering rush of relief flowing through me at the realization he was in fact still alive. If it weren't for the circumstances I would've scolded him for worrying me with his death. we were at the hands of an assassin after all though and it didn't exactly seem like the right time.

"It's over mando. I'm gonna kill your pet and then I'm gonna kill you, once and for all."

He said, leaning into me. I could feel his hot breath at the back of my neck again as he panted.

"You're dead."

I said through a sinister laugh, hearing his grip tighten against the blaster handle.

"Shut up!"

He spit out and I could feel him trembling, his grip across my chest loosening.

"You better run."

I taunted, his fist clenching into my shirt and making me hiss as it moved my sleeve against the wound.

"Shut up!"

He repeated loudly, making me close my eyes at the sound.

"Let her go."

Din instructed and I opened my eyes back up, staring daggers at him as he inched closer. I could feel him shift behind me and knew this was my only chance. In a second I pushed his arm up, ducking low.

"Now!"

I yelled, hearing the blaster go off and watching his body fall to the ground out of the corner of my eye. As I fully realized what was happening I could finally feel tears making their way behind my eyes, a silent sob wracking through my body as I moved to pluck my knife out of his lifeless body. My back was still to din as I stood up and put it back in its place.

"I told you to stay back."

He scolded, getting closer to me. He could've died. Hell, I thought he did die.

"You never listen when I-"

He started but froze when I turned around, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist.

"Never do that to me again."

I said harshly, hot tears spilling down my cheeks as I held onto him like my life depended on it, pressing my forehead into his chest plate. He stayed still for a second, dense and unmoving like he didn't know what to do. Hell he probably didn't. I often wondered when the last time be held someone was, or the last time someone held him. Guess I knew the answer now, cause it was today.

"Y/n."

He said and I shook my head, moving my head to the side and pressing my cheek against the cool beskar.

"Just hug me back."

I grumbled against him, feeling his arms slowly make their way to my back.

"Okay."

He said softly, tightening his grasp. There was a long silence as I felt myself calming down, loosening my grip on him but not letting go.

"You fought good today."

He said uncomfortably and I leaned back, an angry expression on my face.

"Damnit din I thought you were dead."

I said angrily, pushing him away, crossing my arms over my chest, and turning my back to him. I knew he was bad at situations like this but seriously? That's all he could come up with?! I heard him sigh, his hand coming in contact with my shoulder. I looked to it annoyed.

"I'm still your Mando though right?"

He asked and I cracked a small smile. Maybe I should've been embarrassed that he heard that but at the moment I didn't care. I half turned to look at him and nodded my head, pulling him down and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Yeah, still my Mando."

I said softly, pressing a quick kiss into the cheek of his helmet. His grip on my waist tightened a little bit, his hands pressed firmly into my back this time.

"Then I promise Ill still be here to protect you mesh'la."

He said and I could feel my cheeks go flush at his choice of words. He'd never called me beautiful before but then again I don't think he knew I could translate some mando'a. I pulled away, smiling widely at him.

"Come on din, let's get back to the ship, I think we've both deserved a break."

#wattpad #x reader #din djarin #the madalorian #star wars #imagines #one shots #295

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setsuna-maru · 3 years

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, 半妖の夜叉姫 | Hanyou no Yashahime | Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rin/Sesshoumaru (InuYasha) Characters: Rin (InuYasha), Sesshoumaru (InuYasha), Zero (Hanyou no Yashahime), Riku (Hanyou no Yashahime), Jaken (InuYasha) Additional Tags: Pre-Hanyou no Yashahime, Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship, Dreams and Nightmares, Angst, Pregnancy, Horror Elements Summary:

Rin and Sesshoumaru have embarked on the life of expectant parents to hanyo twins but not everyone is happy for the devoted couple. In the shadows awaits a spider whose venomous bite will both rekindle old nightmares and create entirely new ones.

Zero, still resentful from the Inu no Taisho's rejection and death hundreds of years earlier, schemes to bring down his son Sesshoumaru and his human bride.

All the while, the ill-fated pair will make the most of their fleeting time together, forging a unique path and dancing to their own rhythm.

Chapter 1: the night bandits/venus; the star love, who waits for the moon

nocturne one: the night bandits

(in the darkest point of night, I want you to be here like before...)

It’s as though Rin has been sent back in time, for she finds herself walking around her old village; a small child once again. She's having trouble coming to terms with the sudden reversal. Looking down at her body she sees tiny, bare feet and a distinct lack of womanly curves. Her kimono is one she remembers well but hasn't worn in many years. A pinkish-red garment that wraps around her lithe, diminutive frame as she brushes her now child-sized hands across it in confusion and disbelief. Her view of her surroundings is that of a child’s too; once more knee-high to the rest of the world, she must gaze upwards at seemingly everyone and everything she comes across.

This isn't right , she thinks. We're all those years just a dream? Had she never really grown up? Had Sesshoumaru-sama been merely a dream? All of her adventures? The time spent living with Kaede-sama in the miko's village? It's heartbreaking to think that the entire life that she lived since leaving this place might never have actually happened at all. She wonders, sadly, what about her babies? An expectant mother—the last she remembered—at the age she's regressed to, motherhood could be enacted only with dolls and her own imagination.

She idly wanders the village, re-visiting all the old landmarks of her childhood. She passes the paddy fields, the fish preserve, the drunken old hermit who always sat beside the same rock with a bottle of sake clutched in his hand. When he drank he liked to sing songs about the good old days and he sings the same one each time she passes. “ That’s the sound of a million ships/ just sailin’ away/it can feel like before/comin’ through, either way.” At one point, Rin even comes upon the dilapidated shack that she'd lived in after becoming an orphan. She enters it and there’s a wolf, curled up asleep on her bed of straw and she swiftly but silently backs away until she’s on the main pathway again.

She remembers how to get to her childhood home; knows the path like the back of her hand. She chooses to avoid it; backtracking or taking a sudden swing in the opposite direction when she realizes she’s getting too close. It’s as if returning there would mean accepting that her life since the death of her family had been nothing more than an illusion. She’s not ready for that. She’s still in denial, thinking that if she turns the right corner she’ll end up back under a tree; her head in Sesshoumaru’s lap, their hanyo twins growing in her womb. It’s as if the village itself is waiting on her to accept her retrogradation; the villagers do not speak to her or seem to even acknowledge that she’s there. It’s like she’s caught in some strange limbo; unable to rejoin this world but prevented from moving on. She floats through the village like a spirit who does not belong there anymore. A stranger in a body she can't accept as her own; merely the puppeteer of it's bird-like, underdeveloped limbs.

Eventually, the world gets tired of waiting for her while she wanders around in circles and Rin is deposited into her childhood home. She had taken a left at the singing hermit (“ That’s the sound of a million ships/just sailin’ away/it can feel like before/comin’ through, either way.”) and walked directly into the cozy wooden house of her youth. Her mother is sitting in the middle of the room, tending to the fire pit. Her brothers play a game in the corner. Her father has dozed off on the straw mat, exhausted after a long day.

Her mother adds another log to the burning flames and addresses her daughter. “Rin, don’t be lazy. You’ve been mucking around for years now. Enough is enough. Come help your Oka .”

Rin’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Her mother knew; knew Rin had been gone for years. How could she have let her mother think she’d abandoned the family like that? What kind of daughter was she? Why would she ever—

None of this makes any sense. She’d had every reason to believe that her family were dead and gone forever. She’d watched them die. It had seemed so real; her most painful memory. The one that had continued to haunt her for long after. She'd watched these people die but here they were, nonetheless.

She looks at her now-living family and wants to feel happy. That horrible night; the screaming, the stabbing, the blood—It had all been just some terrible dream. And now, they’ve been given a second chance. She could look forward to the future where her family was alive and they could all be together again.

But, despite telling herself this, Rin can’t muster up a single feeling of happiness at the sight in front of her. It was like looking at ghosts. Ghosts that don’t even realize they’re ghosts.

Dead dead dead. All of you are dead, she thinks.

A bright, orange light starts to emit from outside. Rin turns around. There’s light emitting from the lone window at the front wall and from a bright square that has formed around the doorway. She goes over and pushes the doorway curtain aside to see what’s going on but the light is so bright it nearly blinds her. She reaches an arm up to cover her eyes as she lets the curtain fall.

When she opens her eyes again, everything is dark. She's still in her family's old house but it’s almost pitch-black and she struggles to make out the forms of her parents and brothers, asleep under their covers. The orange glow begins to peek through the window again and the room is gradually illuminated with the color—the color of flames, she realizes.

Against the far wall, the orange light begins to morph into distinctive shapes. Hulking men in armor with weapons in their grasps. Behind her she can hear the stomping of horse hoofs and the cries of the neighbors. The orange glow illuminates the entire room now, in a mockery of daylight. The light is oppressive and overly luminescent and makes it seem as though the house could explode into flames at any second.

The stomping noise is now dangerously close and Rin dives out of the path of the doorway moments before men on horseback crash through the front wall of the house. It's instant chaos as the horses neigh loudly, the men shout and her family screams as they scramble out of bed.

Rin’s only instinct is to escape. It makes her feel like a terrible coward but she knows she'll surely be killed if she stays. The bandits have already started on her parents. One of them roughly grabs her mother, yanking off the kimono she'd been sleeping under and stabbing her with a long spear. The painful howls emitting from her mother’s mouth are even more awful to hear than the sight is to witness.

She needs to get away. Praying the chaos will be enough to allow her to get out of the house unnoticed, she props herself up on her hands and knees and crawls as quickly and quietly as she can to the doorway. As soon as she makes it outside, she climbs to her feet and breaks into a run.

Her escape doesn't bring safety though. It did, once. In a memory she no longer trusts was ever real.

The bandits are everywhere.

There's no direction she can run to avoid them. While she stands immobile in the middle of the village, desperately considering her dwindling options, the bandits begin to notice her. They point and yell. "The little girl, let's take her too!"

"Grab her before she gets away!"

"Kill her if she tries to resist!"

"Kill her anyway!"

They begin to advance on her and Rin can think of only way she could possibly be saved.

"Sesshoumaru-sama!" She screams. But it's too early. He doesn't know her yet. If he ever really existed at all. If he wasn't just a dream she'd made up in her mind.

"Sesshoumaru-sama!" She screams again. She screams his name over and over again until she feels the bandits blade in her side and the moist flow of blood as it drips down her skin.

tarantella one: venus; the star love, who waits for the moon

(when you go, do you miss me?)

Rin's eyes snap open and in her first few manic moments of consciousness, Rin bolts to a sitting position and pulls her kimono up to examine her leg. The sensation of something wet on her thigh is still there. A quick exploration with her fingers confirms this and her heart drops. She pushes more of the fabric out of the way to get a better view and her eyes land on the trail of blood running down her leg.

Real, real, it was real, she thinks as she frantically searches for a wound. Something had really hurt her, stabbed her, and now she was going to bleed out on the forest floor. In her distressed state, she ignores what should be the curious lack of pain if she had indeed suffered a flesh wound. Instead, she continues to look for evidence of the deep cut she’s convinced is somewhere on her body.

"Rin," a low, deep voice breaks into her panicked thoughts.

"Calm yourself.” Sesshoumaru leans down on one knee beside her, his clawed hand coming to cradle her chin.

“The bleeding just started. I smelled it and was about to wake you." The voice is measured but laced with concern. She was one of the few people who have recognized the nuance.

It’s such a relief for Rin to hear that voice. Just hearing his voice and being in his presence grounds her and she allows herself to accept that the experience had only been a nightmare and she's now safely back in the real world.

She was bleeding, though. Rin examines her leg closer. She's calmer now but still disorientated from the nightmare. Not completely back to reality just yet.

"Rin was having a nightmare," she says. "Someone stabbed me in my leg. There was so much blood," she explains.

"There's no wound," Sesshoumaru reassures her. "It was just a dream. The bleeding; it’s from your cycle.” His keen sense of smell meant he could accurately judge the difference.

She gulped nervously. “Do you think the babies are alright?”

“It’s probably nothing to worry about,” he reassures her again, although they’re both well aware that he’s hardly an expert in the subject.

This isn’t the first time this has happened to her. Rin had been a midwife-in-training and knew that women were supposed to cease bleeding during pregnancy, so when she’d bled the first time after knowing she was with child she’d panicked, believing she was having a miscarriage. Sesshomaru had had to rush her to the nearest human village so she could be told by a jaded local midwife with an obvious distaste for human-yokai relations that she hadn’t suffered a miscarriage. Apparently, continuing to bleed even while pregnant was normal and didn’t necessarily indicate a problem. Though, even with this information, Rin still found herself becoming anxious each time it happened subsequently.

“Rin is going to the pond to clean up,” she says, rising to her feet. “Will you wait here until I come back?” Her nightmare had greatly disturbed her and she really doesn’t want to return to find herself alone.

Sesshoumaru nodded and Rin began to walk toward the pond. Another stream of blood rolls down the length of her thigh and she holds her kimono and her underlayer up and away from her body. They were already slightly bloodied and she doesn’t want to risk staining them further.

It’s still very early in the morning. The sun has yet to come up and Rin has to strain her eyes to tell where she's going and walk slowly so she won’t trip over anything. Treading barefoot across the lush field at such an ethereal hour, she’s able to relax slightly. The stark, cool sensation of dewy blades of grass catching between her toes is refreshing compared to the warm, sticky blood that drips down her legs.

Rin wonders if the nightmares about her family’s death will ever go away completely. They had become significantly less frequent over the years and she’d gotten to the point where she could go months without having one at all. But they always returned. There seemed to be no comfort in the entire world, not even the devotion of Sesshoumaru-sama himself, that could keep them at bay.

She reached the pond and stripped off her kimono, leaving herself clad only in her hadajuban. She carefully rinses the blood out of the cloth and then sets it aside. Splashing some of the pond water onto her legs, Rin cleans the sticky liquid from her skin. Once she finishes, she picks up her kimono and begins to walk back before pausing to admire the sky. Dawn would be breaking soon; the first hints of sunlight were peeking out over the horizon, leaving only the brightest stars still visible.

“Beautiful, isn’t it,” a man’s voice, unfamiliar to her ears, breaks into her reverie.

Rin jumps a little, startled. She’d had no idea anyone else was even out there. Even though it’s still quite dark, she pulls her dampened kimono back on. It would be improper for a married woman like herself to be seen in her hadajuban by someone who wasn’t her husband. Once she’s convinced she’s decent enough, she darts her head around in search of the voice's origin. Blinking into the fading darkness, she spots a figure perched atop a rock at the edge of the pond. Had that person been there the entire time?

Rin could just make out the man’s appearance. He was fairly tall, with chin-length hair and wearing a dark kosode under a lighter colored haori and a pair of striped hakama. Despite addressing her, the man wasn’t looking towards her. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the lightening sky.

“That bright planet that hangs up there on early mornings like this; do you know the name of it?” he asks her.

Rin looks back to the sky, where one star burned bigger and brighter than any of the others.

“Oh,” she says, “‘that’s ‘the metal star’ isn’t it?” That was the name that Rin had known it by, although Miroku-sama had told them other names for it he had been aware of, like Jīn-xīng and Shukra Graha.

“Venus; the morning star,” the man says, eyes transfixed on the celestial object in question. “The star of love.”

Rin was intrigued by the man’s description. She could understand why it would be called ‘the morning star’ but...

“Why, ‘the star of love?’”

“There exists a far-off land called Rome,” he tells her, “where they ‘do as the Romans do’ as they say!” He says this with a laugh but Rin doesn’t get the reference and isn’t sure what about it is supposed to be funny.

“The ancient Romans worshipped Venus as their goddess of love and named the brightest star in the sky in her honor.”

“Ah!” he continues, “but the Romans aren’t the only ones who associate this star with love. Travel west towards the continent and you’ll find those who refer to it by two names; sao Mai, the morning star and sao Hôm, the evening star. Because they’re considered distinct entities, existing at different times, they’re likened to separated lovers. They also have another word for the same star, sao Vượt—The climbing star.”

The sky was becoming lighter and lighter as the man talked and Rin could make out his physical appearance more clearly now. He looked young and not really like any human Rin had encountered, with his auburn-colored hair. But he didn’t look like a yokai either. Perhaps he was a traveling foreigner; it would explain how he knew so much about far-away lands and cultures.

“The climbing star?” she inquires.

The man nods. “They have a poem about it; ‘When you go, do you miss me? I am the climbing star waiting for the moon in the sky .’”

“That’s beautiful,” Rin says. It reminds her of a song she used to sing. ‘I will wait, all alone/For Sesshoumaru-sama’s return.’

That was what she was, Rin thinks. A climbing star. A morning star. Venus, with all her love, who waits for her evening moon.

“It is?” the man asks. “Beautiful?”

“Yes,” Rin nods. “It reminds me of a song I used to sing.”

“Oh?” he says, finally turning to look at her. There’s a peculiar expression on his face. “What did it sound like—Your song?”

Rin feels a sudden sense of unease at the tone in his voice.

“Was it…” he hums a brief melody, “the sound of a million ships, just sailing away… ”

Rin can feel her heart sink. She knows she’s heard that before. But where had she heard that before? It sounded so familiar to her but try as she might, she just couldn’t place it. She racks her brain, trying to come up with the memory.

The man continues to stare at her, vacantly. All the friendliness from before has been drained away.

“Rin,” Sesshoumaru’s voice says from behind her. “Is this man bothering you?”

Rin turns around to see him standing there, eyes slightly narrowed.

“No, Sesshoumaru-sama, everything is fine. This man was just telling Rin about—”

She turns back to the mysterious stranger but there’s no one perched atop the rock and the man is nowhere to be seen.

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Eternal Eclipse, 3 out of 10(?)

Fandom: ragehappy Ships: Freewood (Gavin/Ryan), Jerevinwood (Jeremy/Gavin/Ryan) Words: 4.5k Tags: Sky Factory 3 Gods AU, (temporary) character death, blood sacrifice, magic rituals, amnesia, jealousy, relationship drama, religious imagery, cults

Summary: The Solar Queen is dead, long may the Dark God reign.

OR in which Gavin is plagued by omens and dreams, and the Hunter situation comes to a head

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***

“Come,” said the Dark God, voice smooth like smoke. “I have a cure for you, Solar Queen.”

And the Solar Queen said nothing, for she had been ill ever since the Dark God had sapped the sun of all its energy.

“It will help,” promised the Dark God. “Come, and I will show you the cure.”

And the Solar Queen followed in all her pale splendor because at heart she was a fearful being. Her golden carriage lay broken and the seven steeds had turned gray and heavy like the clouds, and each wheel once made of one solid colour of the rainbow had darkened with rot.

The Dark God led the Queen to the Blood Mage’s altar, which ran black with old blood. It was a site of dark magic and death, not of healing.

“This is a site of dark magic and death, not of healing,” said the Solar Queen. She was miffed since the Dark God had lied to her.

“Certainly, it would appear so,” the Dark God allowed, a secretive smile on his lips. “But it is also the place where your pain will vanish forever more. Look!”

And he waved a hand at the altar, and as the Queen bowed over it to see what the Dark God tried to show her, he stabbed her with a knife.

“Impossible!” said the Solar Queen because a simple knife could not hurt a god. “How did you manage such?”

“Gratitude, my dear,” said the Dark God, looking rather smug. “I gave you the worship you craved, and I gave you the recognition you sought. And each time you accepted my gifts, I stole a piece of your light.”

And the Solar Queen clutched the knife, mortified that the Dark God had managed to trick her so. But as she pulled the knife from her body light spilled forth from her skin. And as the light leached from her body so it leached from the sky, and darkness covered the world in its stead.

This was the third of three times the Dark God tricked the Solar Queen.

***

Gavin followed Jeremy down the hall with no idea where they were going, lost deep in thought. There was a star in the sky. There hadn’t been any stars for nearly a century, ever since the Solar Queen died. Gavin remembered that, from how often it came up in lessons. He didn’t remember actually seeing the sky before last night.

Jeremy walked next to him, talking animatedly about something that happened during his candle lighting shift. It went in one ear and out the other, nothing much sticking. A twinge of guilt twisted in Gavin’s stomach, but… Jeremy would understand, wouldn’t he? If he knew?

Could he tell him?

If the star really was an omen of the Solar Queen’s return, wouldn’t it be his duty to tell someone? If not Jeremy, then the priests? Then again, the words of the High Priest still whirred through his mind, implying Gavin was born under a star. Did the priesthood already know? Was that why he wasn’t allowed to make his first sacrifice sooner and join the Acolytes officially?

The Blood Mage was the right hand of the Dark God, who killed the Solar Queen to ascend above the other gods and rule them as he was always meant to be. If the Solar Queen was returning, wouldn’t it be heresy to remain silent? Wouldn’t that be paramount to helping her return to the pantheon?

How did you kill a god?

And how could they come back from that?

An impact to his shoulder tore him from his thoughts, the force of it made him stumble, legs twisting and giving out under him. It was only due to Jeremy catching him against his chest that he didn’t fall on his ass. Gavin blinked from where he landed in a half-crouch, looking up at the hooded figure he’d run into. He’d never seen a Hunter up close, but even from his slightly lowered angle, all he could see under the cowl was shadow. It made him think magic was involved, somehow.

“Watch where you’re going, pal,” Jeremy snapped behind him, helping Gavin back onto his feet and brushing off his arms for some weird reason. It wasn’t like Gavin landed on the floor and got his robes dirty or anything.

The Hunter turned their gaze to Jeremy, looking him up and down. Jeremy glared back, visibly bristling.

“Well?” Jeremy asked, tone sharp and curt. “You gonna apologize, asshole, or what?”

The Hunter’s eyes flicked from Jeremy to Gavin, tilting their head. “I haven’t seen you here before. Who are you?”

“We’re acolytes, numbnuts,” Jeremy spit as he stepped between the Hunter and Gavin, blocking their sightline. “There’s like hundreds of us here, since this is, you know, our temple.”

“Jeremy…” Gavin reached out and squeezed his friend’s shoulder, starting to get worried. The Hunters’ presence drove Jeremy up the wall, leaving him tense and terse instead of his usual easy-going self. Gavin wasn’t sure why. After all, the Hunters were looking for heretics and Sun worshippers, and as far as Gavin knew there were none within the temple, so… nothing to worry about, right?

He couldn’t help but flash back to Lindsay, hurrying into his room to make sure he stayed there, and how High Priest Gustavo interrupted his snooping, leading him away from where the Hunters were hanging out. Remembered the secret he was keeping, about the star he’d seen the night before, and he swallowed down the words sitting on the tip of his tongue.

Whatever was going on, they didn’t want the Hunters near Gavin.

The Hunter looked from Jeremy to Gavin and then back, taking in Jeremy’s protective stance and narrowing their eyes. Not that Gavin could see much of an expression on their face under all that shadow, but the suspicious feeling got across nonetheless.

"You're the one who talked to our Leader," they said slowly, as if tasting the words on their tongue. Their posture shifted, as if reconsidering the situation in that new context. "You're not a mere acolyte."

Gavin saw Jeremy’s jaw clench, just for a second, before he pasted on an easy smile. “Me? Nah. Dunno what you’re talking about.”

The Hunter stepped closer, looming over Jeremy, who didn’t so much as flinch.

“I’m watching you, acolyte,” they murmured, exuding a menacing air.

Jeremy cocked his head, leaning back to look up into the shady hood of the Hunter. His smile took on a sharp edge. “You do that, buddy.”

The Hunter tried to shove Jeremy back, but Jeremy stood his ground, swaying just enough to brush against Gavin’s chest. The Hunter growled, frustration clear in the noise, and whirled around, cloak snapping around their heels as they stalked off. They didn’t spare Gavin so much as a second glance, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that that was the whole point of Jeremy provoking them.

Jeremy glared after the Hunter. Gavin watched until they disappeared around the corner, before turning to stare at Jeremy, whose gaze had not wavered despite no longer being able to see the Hunter. Gavin waited another beat, licking his lips.

“It’s about the ritual, innit?” he asked, keeping his voice low. Jeremy startled from his glaring down the corridor and turned to eye Gavin instead. “The High Priest talked to me about… about my participation. That’s what we don’t want the Hunters to find out about, innit?”

Jeremy mustered him, face expressionless in a way Gavin had never seen on his friend before. Then he nodded, just a short jerk of his chin. Jeremy glanced back down the corridor and sighed, dragging his palm over his bald head.

“Yeah.” His lips curled in contempt. “They’re outsiders, and the Blood Moon rituals are amongst the most sacred. They have no right.” Jeremy snorted. “Of course, there’s politics involved, too.”

“Of course,” Gavin echoed, a note of amusement sneaking into his voice. He glanced down the hallway, too, then turned and nudged Jeremy until they walked in the other direction side by side. “What do they think we’re doing, going to overthrow His Darkness?” Gavin scoffed, then added under his breath, “long may He reign.”

He expected Jeremy to laugh. However, he was surprised to see his lips pursed, glancing back over their shoulders. “That’s not that far off from what they think.”

Gavin let out a disbelieving huff of laughter. “They can’t be serious.”

Jeremy just shrugged, and they turned the corner. As soon as they were out of sight of anyone, Jeremy nodded towards a curtained off prayer nook. They settled down on the cushions with their backs to the wall, the curtain falling open just a slit, allowing them to watch the hall without being seen themselves.

“Every faction has their own goals,” Jeremy offered, eyes fixed on the empty hallway. “Even among those who devote themselves to the same deity. There’s another temple dedicated to… to the Blood Mage, halfway across the world from here.” Jeremy shook his head and glanced at Gavin. “They’re not quite as big or got quite as many worshippers in one place, but there’s an intense competition going strong between the Acolytes from here and from there.”

“But we all work towards what the Blood Mage wants from us, don’t we?” Gavin asked, nose scrunching up. It seemed weird to him, to be working against each other when they shared an ideal to strive toward.

Jeremy coughed, in the fake way that meant he was trying to cover his laughter. “I wish. It’s actually really hard to make everyone work together without sabotage.” He shifted, nudging his cushion closer to Gavin’s, their knees bumping together. When Gavin looked at him, Jeremy cleared his throat. “Do you… do you ever wonder where you belonged to… before?”

“I guess.” Gavin shrugged. It wasn’t like he didn’t wonder, too, sometimes, he just… didn’t particularly care. “I suppose it depends on where I grew up, doesn’t it? If it was in a temple like this, or, I don’t know.”

His lessons never really covered the world outside in great detail. He was aware, vaguely, that there used to be farms but they’d all moved underground once the sun died. Nowadays everyone just used red-light cloches. And… he remembered the chicken farmer from his dreams. As far as he knew, he’d never seen a live bird before, but chickens felt… familiar.

“Do you think,” Jeremy started, ducking his head and staring at Gavin from under his lashes. “Do you think you have people looking for you? Family, or, or friends that… that miss you?”

“Maybe.” Gavin bit his lip. Jeremy was the closest thing he had to compare to family. Did he once have several Jeremys in his life?

“Would you want to know?” Jeremy asked, the words stumbling over each other in his haste to get them out. Gavin cut him a curious look. He couldn’t tell if it was nerves, or excitement, or whatever. The butterflies in his stomach told him which of them he wished for. “If you could, I mean. Know what happened. Recall your life and friends and stuff.”

“Sometimes I wish I could remember,” Gavin admitted, shoulders hunched. Then he sighed, tension fleeing from his form. “But then… I can’t shake the feeling I wouldn’t be here, if I did. So maybe it’s for the best that I don’t.”

Jeremy stayed silent for a long time, before shifting, not quite looking at Gavin. “If you could… if you had the choice… would you…?”

“I don’t know.” Gavin shrugged, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs, chin propped on his knees. “I guess… maybe. I like it here, you know? What if I had to leave if I…”

“What if where you went to was a better place, though?” Jeremy argued, voice growing heated. Gavin snuck a sideways glance at him, taking in his grim expression. He didn’t know why this was so important to Jeremy, but… it was. He could see that clearly on his face.

“This is the only place I’ve ever known,” Gavin pointed out quietly. Jeremy met his eyes briefly, winced and dropped his gaze.

“I know, but…” Jeremy bit his lip, hesitating. Gavin bumped their shoulders together, but instead of letting it bounce him back, he leaned against Jeremy’s side. He might not know what Jeremy was tearing himself up about, but Jeremy was his friend. His best friend. He didn’t want him to hurt.

“I guess it’d be cool, seeing other places,” he mused, feeling Jeremy relax next to him. Gavin watched him from the corner of his eye, licking his lip. There wasn’t all that much that tied him to the temple, when he thought about it. High Priest Gustavo, and his own burning need to prove himself, but… when it came down to it, it was Jeremy that made him feel welcome. “Maybe… maybe we could go together?”

His heart thudded in his chest. Jeremy blinked, eyes darting up to meet his. Gavin held his gaze, more confident than he felt, with snakes squirming inside his guts. Jeremy was an acolyte, was on a fast track into the upper ranks. There was no way Jeremy would leave the temple, would leave the Acolytes. Gavin wasn’t stupid, he saw the way High Priest Gustavo treated his friend. He’d been all but chosen to become High Priest after Gustavo.

And Gavin wouldn’t leave without Jeremy. That was the whole point of joining the Acolytes.

A smile broke out across Jeremy’s lips, his whole face lighting up with joy and relief. Gavin fidgeted, wondering if Jeremy could read his thoughts from his expression, wondering if this meant he felt the same. An arm wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him closer to Jeremy, and Gavin tilted his head, ready, hoping for-

“Together,” Jeremy agreed, leaning his forehead against Gavin’s. And it wasn’t a kiss, but it was as good as, with Jeremy’s brilliant smile so close.

***

He dreamed of him again. The man in the land of light.

Gavin couldn’t help but wonder, after his conversation with Jeremy. Was this a memory? Was this a place he’d been to, before? If he could remember, would he know where this was, was this where he was meant to go?

But, no. It couldn’t be. The sun and all its light died a century ago, and Gavin was in his early twenties, at best guess.

The man, though. He was… familiar. Achingly so.

They walked the dark path in silence, the world lit only by the torches stuck into the ground at irregular intervals. The darkness was an unwished for comfort, a familiar embrace in an uncertain world. After all, Gavin never knew anything but darkness, and all his dreams of sunlight made his head hurt and stomach squirm. The night, however, was a welcome friend.

Gavin felt safe, despite the growing tension of the man by his side.

Gavin swallowed and gave himself a push. He could mull his questions over when he wasn’t… dreaming. Or whatever. He doubted the stranger would feel inclined to answer him, not after how their last encounter ended, but all Gavin could do was try. So he opened his mouth and asked.

“Where are we? Who are you? How do you know me? Why was there a sun last time? How does that work, when the sun died a century ago? Could we get a new one? How would that even work?”

The sigh that escaped the man was exasperated, but fond, Gavin was pretty sure. Instead of answering, however, he turned his back to Gavin and stalked off the beaten path, brushing through the hip-high flowers growing in the meadow. Gavin scrambled after him before he could vanish into the dark.

The man led him through the darkness until they came to a lake, maybe even the same one from his last dream. Gavin couldn't say for sure, it looked too different in the shade. There was a pier with a set of torches on either side, and that was where the man stopped, dropping down to let his legs dangle off the side, head lolling back to stare upwards. His cloak spilled out behind him, the silver dots sparkling in the torchlight. Gavin hesitated, before settling down next to him, leaving a safe distance of five feet between them.

It felt wrong.

Trying to distract himself from that ominous feeling, Gavin followed the man’s gaze upward, and his breath caught in his throat. Dozens upon hundreds upon thousands of pinpricks of light littered the dark sky, like glitter on a dark blue cloak. Together, they wove a tapestry across the night sky, like the words of the gods written high for all to see. Gavin wondered what they said. A pang of sadness tightened his ribs. So much beauty, so many marvels, lost with the death of light.

Were his dreams another omen, meant to guide him along his path?

But what were they trying to tell him?

The man kept his gaze firmly fixed on the firmament, as if looking at Gavin the same moment he finally acknowledged his presence was too much. Gavin bit his lips, watching him from the corners of his eyes. There were more emotions on the man’s face than he could count in the sky, and Gavin had a hard time deciphering each of them.

“After all these years, you still haunt me, my dear.”

His voice was heavy with weariness, and his shoulders drooped as if under a heavy weight. Gavin cocked his head and considered him.

“How can I haunt you when I don’t even know you?”

The corner of his mouth tugged up into a small smile as the man shook his head.

“What a cruel thing to say.” He paused, eyes dropping to meet Gavin’s, head lowering slowly to follow the motion. He stared as if now that he finally saw Gavin, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. “I suppose it’s nothing left than I deserve.”

Gavin hesitated, but… he still wanted, no, needed answers. “What happened?”

“It’s my fault, I know,” the man breathed out in a pained whisper, closing his eyes. Gavin jolted forward, the tug on his heart drawing him closer. “It’s all my fault. I should’ve been paying attention, but I was too late. Always too late.”

Gavin opened his mouth, only to find himself strangely muted. No sound would escape him, no matter how much he tried. Not that he knew what to say, even if he could.

The man opened his eyes, tears glittering in the torchlight. “I’m sorry, my dear.”

He reached out to cup Gavin’s cheek, and Gavin leaned forward, anticipating the welcome warmth, but before he could-

Gavin woke with a jolt, raising a hand to touch the cheek the way the stranger in his dreams was about to. The wetness surprised him, and he pulled back to stare at the droplets of waters sitting on his fingers.

Tears.

***

A commotion interrupted Gavin during his work, sitting cross-legged in a circle with the younger disciples in a practice ritual. The only one spilling blood was their teacher, but they went through the motions and prayers. Gavin was just passing a bowl of incense on to the student next to him, a kid half his age, when the shouting started. They both fumbled, nearly dropping the bowl.

“Stay here,” the teacher ordered, standing up and heading out to check on the noise. The students exchanged one lone glance, then scrambled up to follow.

The halls were filled with a curious crowd, jostling each other as they tried to get to the entrance hall, where Acolytes had formed a ring around what looked like a ball of entangled Hunters. Gavin looked around, finding a familiar bald head at the inner edge of the audience not far from him and made his way over.

“What’s going on?” Gavin yelled, trying to be heard over the cheers and shouts of the crowd. Jeremy turned his head, pushing back into the crowd to intercept Gavin before he could shove through. They let him pass easily, eager to grab his spot at the front to watch the spectacle.

“The Hunters got impatient and found someone to arrest,” Jeremy explained, rolling his eyes. Gavin glanced back to the pile of Hunters squirming around, catching a glimpse of pink and blonde hair. His heart sank.

“Lindsay?” Gavin looked at Jeremy askance. “What did she do?”

“Things have been tense. They were just looking for an excuse.” Jeremy grimaced. “You know how Lindsay is.”

Cheerfully disrespectful on a good day. Gavin always worried that might get her in trouble one day, but she just waved him off, unconcerned. He swallowed.

“Is there… anything we can do?”

Jeremy cut a glance his way and crossed his arms, shaking his head. “She just needs to hold out until His Excellence shows up to smooth things over. As long as she doesn’t provoke them further-”

“Why don’t you take your Dark Lord and shove him up your ass!” Lindsay crowed from where she’d climbed to the top of the pile, a hush falling over the audience in shock. “C’mon, assholes, you can do better than him!”

"Godammit, Lindsay, we talked about this," Jeremy muttered under his breath next to him. Gavin got the feeling he wasn't supposed to hear it, though he couldn’t say why.

One of the Hunters snarled, shoving one of their companions off to free themself from the tangle. They circled around their fallen comrades until they had a clear path and then rushed Lindsay. Gavin craned his neck to watch over the heads of the other Acolytes, heart beating staccato in his chest. Fortunately, Lindsay dodged, tripping them up and sending them flying back into the pile. Then she blew a raspberry at them, because of course she did.

Another Hunter used her distraction to sneak up on her, though, a looming shadow holding a knife aloft, ready to bring it down. The sight turned Gavin’s veins to ice.

“Behind you!” he called out before he could think it through, voice echoing clearly over the din of the crowd.

Lindsay whipped around, raising an arm to parry, knocking their knife hand aside. A vicious grin split her lips, and then she ducked down to swipe their legs out from under them, catching them with an upper hook under the chin on the way down. She grabbed the knife as they dropped it and with one swift motion stuck it into the back of their knee. The Hunter cried out through gritted teeth, back arching.

“Is crawling up his ass just a you thing, or is it a required duty?” Lindsay taunted, standing up. “Why don’t you go look for the stick he keeps in there and remove it?”

The pile of Hunters had finally managed to detangle themselves and were busy sorting out their cloaks. The leader’s hood was dangling from a single thread at the back of their robe, lifting the enchantment to hide her face. It revealed the major scowl darkening her features.

“Hold your blasphemous tongue or I will remove it for you,” she spat.

“Bring it,” Lindsay drawled, shifting her feet to a solid stance and beckoning her.

In response, the leader pulled a blade from its sheath at her hip where the cloak had hidden it from sight. the pommel was long enough to easily grip with two hands, the curved blade long and wickedly sharp. The black steel it was made from seemed to swallow the light, hard to see even in the flickering flame of the torches.

“What, five to one not good enough odds for you?” Lindsay mocked as the other Hunters brought out similar weapons and circled around to surround her. “Think that toy is gonna help?”

A murmur went through the crowd at that, because it was true. The Hunters were an elite force, or so the rumours went, the best of the best fighters amongst the Dark God worshippers. Yet here they were, dominating in numbers, equipment and supposed skill, struggling to arrest a single, unremarkable kitchen maid.

The leader glared her down. “Either you come in quiet to face judgement, or we will execute your punishment right here and now. This is your last chance.”

“Bitch, please,” Lindsay laughed, “as if you could!”

As if that was a signal, the Hunters lunged forward as one, surprisingly silent on their feet. If Gavin had time to give it a thought, he’d assumed they’d let out a battle cry first. Instead they kept quiet, blades dancing in synchronicity. Every second Hunter jolted forward to stab at the same time as their companions pulled back, lifting their blades high to come in for a second swing. Gavin’s heart sunk. So this was it.

Except Lindsay’s laughter rose above the anticipatory hush, free and joyful.

"Eat shit, fuckers!" she crowed, pulling a fist out of a pouch hanging off her belt and tossing her handful in their faces with a twirl. White powder spread like a curtain over the Hunters, hanging in the air like fog. Flour, Gavin thought, bewildered. It covered the black robes of the Hunters from head to toe, too thick to see through. The Hunters shouted and coughed, blades swinging wildly, aimlessly through the whiteness.

When it finally settled, Lindsay had vanished.

Silence descended, the floor coated in flour. Then the stillness broke with a quickly stifled giggle from the crowd. Then another. Not soon after, everyone was muffling their laughter at the sight of the Hunters, elite force of the Dark God, defeated by a simple baker’s ingredient. The leader of the Hunters cried out in frustration. She lifted her blade and pointed at the archway to the outside.

“Follow her!” she bellowed, hair liberally dusted in flour and eyes burning with rage. “Don’t let her get away with… with this!”

“Yessir!” the Hunters shouted as one, falling into formation as they stampeded out of the temple, their leader at the helm. The crowd’s laughter roared up in intensity, following the embarrassed group out. Not few of the Acolytes were barely holding themselves up, arms thrown over shoulders and stomachs folded in half while they laughed. Backs were slapped in camaraderie, and people walked back to their work, shaking their heads.

As the crowd started to disperse, Gavin turned to Jeremy, eyes wide.

“What just happened?”

“Chaos,” Jeremy sighed and shook his head. “Lindsay happened.”

***

These are the last words of Fiona, High Priestess of the Sun:

“Do not lose hope, my children. Dark days are ahead of us. But when you fear, look to the sky, wait for the sign of Her return.”

And thus the High Priestess said:

“For Darkness is nothing without light. When you start feeling hopeless, look to the flame: watch as the candle flickers. Light has not left us, and neither has She.”

And as they strung her up for execution, the High Priestess would not remain quiet:

“Wait and be ready, for one day after the darkness She will return. And on that day, may there be a reckoning.”

***

Forever - these sounds are blazing through the night

Forever - we will see the shining light

Forever - we will share this memory

Together we can make our dream complete

- Rage Before The Storm by Beyond the Black

#hi yes I for one love our Queen and Saviour Lindsay Jones #ingno writes #ragehappy #Sky Factory Gods AU #Eternal Eclipse #Sky Factory AU #gods AU #freewood #jerevin #jeremwood #jerevinwood #eventually I promise #it... might take a while to get there RIP #things have to get worse before they get better #fic rec #what else to tag this um #rage before the storm by beyond the black

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title: Please Don’t Make Me Do This

kink square filled: Knife Play

dark square filled: Knife Play

Heaven & Hell square filled: Demon!Dean

ship: Demon!Dean x reader

rating: 14+

tags: major character death, forced knife play,

summery (if applicable): its a surprise….

word count (if applicable):

created for @spnkinkbingo @spndarkbingo @heavenandhellbingo

also this is for a request brought in by @hawaiianohana15

A/N: please dont shoot me, but cas doesnt actually stay in heaven for what goes down in this story. im sorry for what im gonna put everyone through. i know for me ive put off writing about this particular thing cause it still gives me nightmares.

tag: @sweetness47 @alexis-m-kruger

this was possibly the hardest event of your entire life, the hardest day of your life. the day you witnessed the love of your life get murdered on the eve after your engagement.

you hadnt the heart to send every single person you had invited a letter saying the wedding was cancelled, hell you didnt have the heart o do anything except sit in your old room and listen to all of Dean’s favorites on repeat.

after about 4 hours Sam had gotten very very concerned, so he made you some coffee and made you up a plate of food and brought it into your room. the sight he saw when he walked inside was something that made him place the food and drink on your dresser and come engulf you in a huge hug.

course Dean and Sam wanted to take down Metatron, but of course that didnt go as well as expected for it was then that Metatron stabbed Dean. long story short told to you personally through Sam’s sobs…

Dean had gotten hold of the first blade again after being bruised and beaten badly in a mortal kombat fight type deal with Metatron.

Metatron stabbing Dean through the heart with an angel blade just as Sam came round the corner and Dean of course turned around.

Sam helped Dean off the ground and tried to make it out of the warehouse but Dean coughed, said he was proud of them and then breathed his last.

Sam had called out for Cas in a loud scream of pain. about 5 minutes later Cas appeared and became terribly horrified at the sight before him.

Cas: “what happened?”

Sam: “Metatron killed him, we have to get home.. back to the bunker, to YN she needs to know but no one else can… can you get us and the impala back in one shot or is it needed in 2 trips…”

Cas: “it can be done in 1 shot but how will you tell YN… wont she be crushed?”

that was when Cas realized that Sam was gonna tell you after they got back to the bunker… sam was gonna tell you what happened, tell you that Dean died like hero… that he went down fighting and that his last thoughts werent of her but he knew he loved you.

Cas: “look Sam i know that YN and Dean were a thing but there is something i have to tell you… about their relationship… but she doesnt know, neither of them did… you can’t tell her…”

Sam now intrigued finds the strength to look away from his brothers corpse. Cas took a deep breath watching as Sam now sat looking at him.

Sam: “cant tell her what?”

Cas: “she and Dean fullfilled the prophecy that Heaven spoke over them, they conceived a child a week before the death of a winchester at the hands of Metatron.”

Sam: “YN’s pregnant?”

Cas: “yes, but there is nothing else that can be done here, lets take this show back to the bunker and see if there is anything that can be done about Dean… ill take us all straight to his room, then ill stay here while you go talk to YN before she finds out on her own about Dean…”

Cas teleports Dean and Sam plus himself back to Deans room in the bunker. you were in the library researching a way to get rid of Metatron that would actually be most effective. you didnt hear the boys talking in Deans room. however you only had this feeling like something wasn’t right.

it stayed with you heavily as you sat there pouring through the books and every page seemed to make time go by alot slower than it actually was… it wasnt until you flipped the page again that you heard your name being called. this made your head snap up…

you went around the corner and Saw Sam walking towards you…

Sam: “hey squirt!”

You looked around and didnt see Dean, didnt see your man. you turned your gaze back to Sam who walked closer to you…

YN: “where’s Dean?”

Sam: “YN he was hurt badly… there was an accident, it was a bad one… before i let you see him you need to know he might not come back from this one alive… or if alive he wont be himself… the first blade really did a number on him. but his last concious thoughts were of you… YN he wasnt breathing when Cas got to us… Cas is with him now trying to figure this out, but so far no luck…”

YN: “i have to see his body…”

Sam stepped immediately in front of you stopping your entry to the hallway.

YN: “get out of my way Sam… i have to see his body…”

Sam: “no cause if you go in there your not gonna be able to unsee that…”

YN: “there has to be something we can do…”

Sam: “we will find a way but for now lets leave him alone…”

you went back too the library and cracked a bottle of whiskey… Sam stood around the corner for a few minutes and watched you slowly crumble apart…

Sam went back to talk to Cas…

Cas: “ive healed his major wounds and slowed the death process… how did she take it…”

Sam: “she has started to drink the whiskey… i dont think she will come back from this…”

Cas: “well lets go make sure she isnt gonna do something stupid…”

Sam & Cas take one more glance at Dean’s body before heading out to the library to find you on the phone just kinda out of their hearing patterns.. it was only but a while later that Crowley texted you that he was outside the bunker…

you went to the door and let him inside… you walked down the stairs with Crowley at your tail… both Sam and Cas stood taking defensive position…

Sam: “Squirt what is he doing here?”

You finished walking down the stairs before you answered…

YN: “he is here to help me save Dean… he says he can save him… ergo that is whats going to happen…”

Cas: “dont do this, we cant trust him…”

Crowley: “look ok i have a soft spot for YN and Dean they have become my new favorite couple… but when word got out downstairs about Metatron having killed Dean. i knew it would be only a matter of time before i got a call from YN, but i also knew i might or might not be able to help.. YN show me where the body is… then ill need a while alone with it… for the way this should go may or may not come with alot of side effects…”

you led Crowley to Dean’s room, opening the door this was your first glance at Deans body… this was the only time other than not but 6 years before when you had lost Dean… to your dismay this time looked much much worse.

YN: “crowley do what you have to… just make sure he comes back to me in one piece…”

Crowley: “ill do my best and let me be the first to say congratulatons!”

you left the room wondering what the hell he meant, but still made your way back to the library… you sat on the couch and waited, waited patiently…

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Crowley stands beside Dean placing the first blade in Dean’s right hand and placing both on his chest.

Crowley: “listen to me Dean Winchester, what you’re feeling right now, it’s not death. It’s life, a new kind of life. Open your eyes, Dean. See what I see. Feel what I feel. And by the way your going to be a father, now lets go take a howl at the moon.”

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something stirred, you felt it, you felt the house shake, the entire bunker shook with a violent power… it wasnt but a few moments later that the power went out in the entire bunker… no sound could be heard but something inside you stirred, something felt new, arisen if you would…

YN: “Sam, Cas are you guys okay?”

Sam and Cas are at your sides immediately!

Cas: “i dont know but i cant leave my power isnt working…”

Sam: “YN you looked a little stunned a few moments ago… what did you feel?”

You didnt know how to answer that, it was a very strange feeling but being bonded with Dean made things easier. during hunts and stake outs… but now it felt like something went horribly wrong… crowley did however say that there may be side effects…

YN: “i think whatever Crowley did worked but i dont feel normal Dean i feel a much darker force… if that is why the power went out then we need to lock this place down… now and we need to prepare for the worst… lock it down nothing gets in and nothing gets out…”

you, Sam and Cas all armed yourselves, going down the halls till the tri-fork in the hall… each of you took a hall… Cas came across nothing he stayed near the armory for a few minutes to make sure Dean wouldnt be able to easily access it if he came that way… Sam made it down his hall way to the garage, but obviously with the security locked down and the power outage the garage wouldnt be a good escape route…

you went down the bedroom hallway, the emergency red lights going down the hallway made it to your room, checked it once and cleared it of being offended… then sam’s room along with Cas’ room….

the room at the end of the hall, the one room where you didnt think anything was wrong… the one room where the closer you got the more anger and pain you felt… before you could fully encrouch on the room, the door flung off its hinges… you ducked into the darkened bathroom…

Demon!Dean: “Sammy, YN, Castiel! where is everyone to greet the brother who has come back from the dead? YN baby come give daddy a kiss…”

Dean now walking towards the bathroom slowly, now sniffs the air… he suddenly becomes ravenous for the being who holds the smell of pumpkin pie. the closer he got to the bathroom, the stronger the smell got.

Demon!Dean: “come on out Baby.. i dont want to hurt you, but i will if i have to… come on out baby… dont you want to celebrate with me about our child… oh yes i know all about that… you can thank Crowley for that… now im gonna count to 3 if you dont show yourself by the time i get to 3, im gonna hurt you baby, i dont want to but i will…1…”

you didnt know what to do, so you stood there behind the door and didnt realize that you were starting to sweat badly your gun was slipping… before you could even react your gun fell to the ground…

Demon!Dean: “ah so you want to have a bit of bathroom fun hmm… well daddy brought a fun little tool… now lets play…”

with that Demon!Dean stalked into the bathroom forcefully pulling the door shut as he now stood there with you in the creepy red lighting, he stood there with his pocket knife.

YN: “please dont do this, you dont want to hurt me i know you dont… for the sake of our child… please… i didnt know about my being pregnant D… im just finding out about this… look ok it tore me up to see your body like that, so i called Crowley… i knew when the power went out that you had come back… but i didnt expec…”

before you could say another word, his hand covered your mouth… he gently yet firmly ran the knife over your skin, he pressed down in certain tender spots, like your forearms, your thighs, your chest, as well as your cheeks. before stopping at your neck to lean in to sniff your aroma..

Demon!Dean: “you know babe, i never pictured myself as a father… i just realized i never told you what i did in Hell the first time i died… i tortured people, i tortured souls… these people didnt deserve it, but i didnt care, i liked it… now i think i’ll torture you similar to them…”

at that moment with lightning speed he ran the knife through all your clothes till you were standing in your Bra and panties. this made you shiver since it wasnt the man you fell in love with standing before you doing this to you.

at that moment you felt the knife he was holding go into your skin on your thigh, you buckled at the pain, yet Demon!Dean just laughed with amusement. he ran his hands over your body, feeling you tense and un-tense beneath his touch.

Demon!Dean: “i still have enough sense to know not to fuck a pregnant woman… but that doesnt mean i cant make you bleed…”

before he could finish cutting you in a few more places, the sound of your name came ringing through the halls.

Sam: “cas do you see that?”

Cas looks straight ahead at the door on the floor…

Cas: “does that mean he is back?”

Sam: “yes but he doesnt have the strength normally to kick in these door which are reinforced with iron… he would have to…”

thats when it hit Sam like a sack of bricks… the shocked look on his face now said everything he connected the dots and soon realized that whereever Dean was you would be too…

Sam: “Dean or whatever you call yourself.. show yourself now…”

then he turned to Cas and in a low whisper adressed him.

Sam: “ok Cas go down the hall and hide around the corner as soon as he shows himself ill keep his gaze fixed on me, use your teleportation to get directly behind him… go…”

Cas ran to where Sam said but heard the same not so distant voice Sam soon did…

Demon!Dean: “ill be out in a second brother, im just taking a leak… then ill come out and talk…”

Demon!Dean finished making you bleed some more watching your body slide down the wall, weak from blood loss as he opened the bathroom door and exited…

Demon!Dean: “hey Sammy… come give your big brother a hug…”

Sam started to slowly back up seeing the blood covering Dean’s hands and clothes…

Sam: “where’s YN?”

Demon!Dean: “i wouldnt know your the first one ive seen…”

Sam: “then whose blood are you covered in?”

Demon!Dean: “i found a family of rats and slaughtered them… why do you look so scared bro?”

Sam: “thats not rats blood is it?”

Demon!Dean could only bring off a dark smile… as he followed Sam down the hall and away from the bathroom… Cas took his opportunity to come out from around the corner and go towards the bathroom… where he found you… he took off his trench coat and laid it over you…

Cas: “what did he do to you?”

YN: “he called it knifeplay… i have no idea why he did this but he needs something… he needs a good angelic exorcism…”

Cas: “what do you have in mind?”

you explained to Cas that first you needed to get into some clean clothes of some kind and clean up some of this blood… Cas went to your room and grabbed one of your satin gowns…

Cas came back seeing you limping… he helped steady you while you got dressed… then he took your arm with his hand… he smiled lightly and dove deep into steadying you before helping you into the direction that he watched Demon!Dean & Sam go in…

he made sure you were alright before he took off to get into his position… slowly but steadily you made your way down the hall… to the sound of running footsteps and the sound of something breaking…

Demon!Dean: “Sam come on lets not play these games… why do you hide from your older brother…”

you steadied yourself and held the colt up high…

YN: “Demonic force that resides within Dean Winchester… i address the entity within thee… please dont make me do this…”

Demon!Dean turns to face you slowly after stopping in his tracks…

Demon!Dean: “YN baby i see you have managed to get up off the floor and clean yourself up… darling you really should be more careful with that, since when did i give you permission to touch that gun…”

YN: “you didnt i took it from your hiding place when i got up off the floor… you need to make sure that you pick better hiding spots…”

Demon!Dean: “and you need to make sure not to snoop…”

YN: “dont make me do this…”

you stayed tall and strong keeping the Colt trained on Dean…

Demon!Dean: “now now babe put the gun down… put it down or take your shot…”

you started to slowly put the gun down but then he charged towards you, Cas came out behind Dean and wrapped his arms around him from behind…

you took your shot, you shot Dean while he was in the arms of Cas, you watched between Cas’ angelic grace and the bullet from the colt the demonic energy that was within Dean now blinked away… now within the eyes of the man before you, blinked between the demonic force within and the Dean you fell in love with.

Cas: “ready YN im gonna keep holding onto him while you enact the final part of your plan… anytime now…”

that was your cue, you tossed the colt in the air running towards the man who stole your heart a thousand times over… you kissed him, he didnt react right away it was about 5 minutes into the kiss that he started to kiss you back…

thats when Cas let go, it made you feel normal to be back in Dean’s embrace… once the kiss broke you took him over to the security station you had set up and showed him all of what happened…

Dean: “i know that i wasn’t myself but i hurt you, i hurt the one person who means the world to me… i’m so sorry YN… you don’t deserve a guy like me… i’m a worthless piece of shit… to top it all off, we are expecting a baby… we are expecting i don’t know if i’m ready to be a father…”

YN: “i know your gonna do wonderful as a father, and i also know that when i saw you basically dead, it tore me apart, i dipped so far into the whiskey that i almost blacked out, if the power hadnt gone out, i wouldn’t be awake right now…”

Cas and Sam come back into the room making sure that it was safe first… then Sam took it upon himself to hand Dean his jacket, to which made you look with confusion but you didnt make anything of it.

Sam: “good luck buddy…”

you grab 3 glasses & the whiskey, while the charade continues… but wasnt expecting what happened next…

Dean: “dont touch your glass of whiskey yet…. YN there is something i wish to discuss with you first…”

You stared at Dean curiousity swimming in your mind… Dean took a small swig of his whiskey before he continued to speak…

Dean: “YN in all my years together never have i ever been so amazed by anyone. you’re strong, brave, talented, one of the best with a machete ive ever seen, i never would have seen myself being with someone who is as lovely and smart as you… YN i know we have just been through hell and back and both need a really good shower, but will you do me the incredible honor of marrying me and making me the luckiest man alive…”

YN: “yes yes yes…”

thats when Dean opened the ring box out of his jacket and slid the expensive but not expensive ring on your finger… the toasting lasted for 30 minutes before the cuts on your body cloted, and the blood on Dean crusted, but it was about time when you spoke again…

YN: “Dean no offense but you need a shower…”

Dean: “funny darling i could say the exact same thing about you….”

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