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a-froger-epic · 3 years

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What are your top 5 favorite angst moments in fics by other people

Thanks for resending the ask! The original one seems to be stuck in Tumblr limbo.

This was so hard. I literally just spent 45min going through my bookmarks and I could point you to some people's entire fic catalogues or entire fics without being able to pic a single scene in particular because they have so much delicious angst. (Yeah, I'm looking at you @aboutnothingness and @freddieofhearts and @i-lay-my-life-before-queen's Omegaverse Froger, or also @immistermercury's Jimercury ballet!Freddie epic and really several oneshots by some of my favourite authors in their entirety.)

But. I had to choose. So here are, in no particular order, some scenes:

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Princes of the Universe by @tikiniki

Sci-fi AU. John saves Prince Freddie's life. 😰

Then, through the screams and gunfire, John heard Roger’s voice.

“John, Freddie! Watch out!”

And John spun around, just in time to see Roger throw himself towards Kassius, Kassius who had his gun raised and aimed at Freddie’s back.

His breath caught in John’s chest. Roger wouldn’t be fast enough.

He wasn’t.

The release of the bullet from Kassius’s gun disappeared in the rest of the noise. John acted on instinct.

He was barely conscious of moving at all. He barely noticed shoving Freddie to the side as hard as he could. He didn’t hear the surprised outcry leaving Freddie’s mouth.

But he felt it. Felt when the bullet pierced his chest.

The force of the bullet made him stumble back. He tried to draw a breath, tried to make a sound, but all was white-hot pain. The next second the guards were upon them. John was shoved in the chaos, his knees buckling beneath his weight.

Unable to catch himself, he fell over the edge of the pool.

Just before he breached the surface, he heard it.

The sound of voices crying out his name.

He smiled as he hit the water.

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Aftercare by @bisexualroger

Freddie got mugged. 🥺

There’s an alien quality to the mirror, despite the fact that Freddie uses it every day and has done for months now. Perhaps it’s not the object itself that’s unfamiliar, but rather what it’s reflecting, the offending image subsequently contaminating the rest of the room with its strangeness. Lucky for him though; if the face in front of him registered as his own it might be too much for him to handle. Today’s been difficult enough without having to fully acknowledge the physical consequences of his earlier misfortune.

Freddie leans closer to the glass. The sight makes his lip tremble and his hands shake, but he swallows down his distress and reminds himself to view it objectively. It’s not his face, just a problem that needs to be fixed.

Taking another deep breath he tries again to go in with the cotton wool pad. Slippery with alcohol the cheap fabric desperately wants to slide out of his hand, but he keeps his grip steady as he brings it to his face. Immediately though the burning sting has him wincing. He tries to hold his nerve but the pain only intensifies, making his eyes prickle so he can no longer see what he’s doing. With a stifled cry of frustration he tosses the wool down into the sink and slides to the floor.

Once there his first instinct is to curl in on himself, but the pain in his ribs prevents him from doing so, which only makes matters worse. He’s been at this for fifteen bloody minutes, and much as he wants to shout and rage at the unfairness of it all his anger is infuriatingly manifesting itself through tears rather than determination. For goodness sake all he wants to do is have a hot shower and forget the entirety of this awful day, but he can’t until he’s dealt with this. It’s so agonisingly unjust.

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The Path of Nevermore by @plainxte

Things are complicated. *sings* Give me one night only, one night only... 😭

"Yeah. I should probably head out," Roger said, looking around him. He was sure there was somewhere that he had promised to be that day.

"Please, Rog," Freddie said. "Don't go. Don't leave me alone. I mean. Don't send me to the path," Freddie said.

Roger turned to him with a smile. It quickly faded when he studied the look on Freddie's face: he was completely serious, and there was no hint of amusement in his eyes. He meant it, Roger realised. When Freddie said nothing more, just continued to look at him, it finally hit him what Freddie was saying. The seriousness of what he was asking.

"Of course I won't leave you," Roger whispered. "You know that. I wouldn't. But you know I can't, I can't – "

Freddie carefully lifted one hand, putting it hesitantly on his cheek, only just touching. His fingertips ghosted over Roger's cheekbone. "I know," he said. "And that's not what I meant. And I can't, either. But just for now. Please don't go. Please."

Roger took a breath. His thoughts were getting no clearer; if anything, his whole head seemed to be in a fog. He wasn't thinking; he couldn't think. He could only nod. Freddie leaned closer, and Roger closed his eyes. After what seemed like an age, he felt soft lips touch his. He reached up his own hand to Freddie's face, skimming over his jaw to come to a rest in his hair.

"And about time, too," he breathed.

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Sobering Up by... oh whoops, it seems their tumblr was deleted or changed names. Well, nevermind, I still love this fic so much.

Roger and Freddie don't know how to deal. 💔

They lie there afterwards, stewing in a pregnant silence. Normally, sex put Roger right to sleep but this… he was unable to wrap his head around any of it.

He rolled over to lie on his stomach away from Freddie. He took a pillow and clenched it tightly in his arms, pressing his face deeply into it. Some animal instinct was telling him if he squeezed hard enough then the painful sickening swirl of emotions in his chest might ebb away.

Freddie softly cleared his throat. “Rog,”

“Hm?” Roger feigned sleepiness. He didn’t feel like having any kind of pillow talk.

“What…” Freddie faltered. “What do you think the future has in store for us?” Roger felt his heart seize up.

“What’d you mean ‘us’?” His voice was muffled in his pillow, but it didn’t mask the cracking on the last syllable. He heard Freddie make a sharp intake of breath.

“Queen.” He said. “What do you think we’ll be like in the future? D’you think we’ll make it?”

Roger was quiet at first. Freddie wasn’t the type to avoid the elephant in the room like this.

“Dunno,” Roger sighed, still clinging tightly to his pillow. “But I won’t stick around if there are better places to be.”

“Are there better places to be?” Freddie’s feigned curiosity did nothing to hide the anxiety in his voice. And it dawned on Roger that they weren’t going to talk about the sex. They were never going to talk about it. It had happened and that was all. It was too big, much too big, for either of them to face. This was Freddie’s way of asking if Roger was okay with that.

Roger didn’t exactly feel relief at this revelation. Somehow he felt like he had given Freddie a much more intimate part of himself than he had given any other partner. And the seriousness of that weighed heavily on him. Nothing would be the same for him again. But it had to be.

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On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves by @quirkysubject

Freddie falls in a puddle and can't get up (also this scene is way too long to quote all of it, but like THIS WHOLE SCENE MAN 😭💕)

“Jesus, Fred, are you alright?” Hands are on his back, his shoulders, trying to urge him up. Oh, how Freddie wishes Roger would just leave him alone (liar, the warm and tiny and inextinguishable gleam of hope inside him whispers).

“Fine,” he mumbles as he lies face down in the mud, waiting, praying for the earth to swallow him up.

“Freddie, come on, get up.” The hands tug a little harder. And then, when Freddie just shakes his head, Roger’s hands slide under his armpits, and he is hauled upright with a frustrated, “What the hell’s the matter with you?”

It’s this that does it. All ability to contain himself evaporates.

“I hate this so much!”

The words explode out of him. He can hear how his voice sounds, shrill, pathetic, whiny. Useless. But he can’t stop himself. “I hate everything about this. My ankle hurts and my arm hurts and I want proper tea with milk, and a bath, and my bed, and Tom and Jerry, and a slice of toast that is actually toasted and I… I just want to go home.”

It’s a small mercy that he can blame any wetness on his cheeks on the rain. Not that it will do him much good. He is throwing a tantrum at the worst possible moment, and Roger is going to do what he always does when Freddie is being unreasonable - walk out, have a smoke, come back an hour or two later when the storm has blown over.

Only if he leaves now, Freddie will melt into the ground and never come up again.

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A special mention goes to a Doctor Who fic which is probably my favourite angsty fic of all time, because even though I'm not active in the Who fandom right now, I'm still Doctor/Master trash. And Locked in Orbit by @nicolauda (I think this is yours? Correct me if wrong) is one of the best goddamn pieces of writing with that ship that exist for me.

#Fic recs #Angsty moments #ask response #Phew that was hard

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bibimmyeon · 5 years

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hair.

explicit 18+ smut. taeil/reader.

a/n: this is my first fanfiction- or any writing, for that matter, so if its bad, it’s bad. i drew some inspiration from an old nct writer who disappeared one day. pls come back.. big daddy long dick misses you...

Taeil’s lips were the devil; Moist and plush, painting you in kisses across the expanse of your abdomen, the pads of his fingers tracing patterns around the supple skin he was kissing into. You shivered when he took a delicate nip and paused to suck for a moment before continuing his journey down your ribcage, your blood bubbling up towards your face to bloom into a faint blush across your cheeks; You flopped your head to the side, concealing your face in the pillow. Taeil was too preoccupied to notice.

In the corners of your room, sunlight was beginning to slip through the blinds and unfold against the walls and floors, speckling warmth against Taeil’s bareback. The clock ticked past six.

Taeil did this a lot; shuffling you awake before the birds chirp, teasing you slowly while you shook off sleep. Once he was satisfied with just kissing you, his fingers delicately brushed against the dip of your waist to meander down and grab a generous chunk of your thigh.

Your heart bounced- Squirming, you wiggled your hips away from him.

“Don’t want it?” Taeil teased and pecked your stomach once more.

Six A.M. and Taeil already wanted to egg you on.

“”S too early,” You huffed, rubbing your eyes before releasing a long yawn. “I want to sleep for once.”

“Yeah, but I leave in an hour,” You felt his grip tighten around your thigh whilst he whined, shifting his expression to pout for your approval. “Just this once?”

“You do this every day-” You attempted to lift your head from the pillow and shuffle him off of you, but it rendered useless when Taeil moved to trap you in, encapture you and pepper your cheek in small kisses before moving down to your neck, taking it slower this round, lips glazing you delicately.

You knew Taeil well enough now; Sure, he’d be okay if you refused him, but his hot breath against your neck tended to sway your decision.

“A-Ah- okay, but you’re doing all the work.”

Taeil smirked into your neck, feeling more confident with your approval, letting the hand around your thigh slide up to skim over the silk of your panties. You squirmed when you throbbed against him and he started to gently roll the pads of his fingers into the crease in your underwear. He kept it slow, still busy nipping and licking the side of your neck, after all. One, two, three kisses here and there before he would shift towards your clavicle and continue the assault.

Then you remembered.

Oh God, you remembered.

“Wait-” You huffed, slamming your thighs together to cut off Taeil’s fingers. “We can’t!”

Shocked but your sudden change of heart, Taeil pulled himself off of you in favor of hovering above you to flash a quizzical glance.

A flush of embarrassment bubbled up inside you and you sighed, tugging the shelter of your covers up and over your face, your world caving in, brick slabs replacing the open field of your mind.

What if he found it disgusting? Called you gross?

No, he’d never say anything to hurt you. Even an ounce of disapproval from him would send you crumbling down in a puddle of liquid shame; He knew that.

And so you hid.

“Ah, what the hell,,” Taeil chuckled, pulling down the covers to start a game of tug-of-war. “Tell me what’s wrong- Not good?”

“No! Fine!” Your cry was muffled by the covers and Taeil giggled at your hopelessness. Oh, you were pathetic.

“Ah, seriously, you…”

One good tug from Taeil’s sturdy bicep had the cover tumbling off into the stratosphere and his body shimmying up next to yours. He rested his head next to your shoulder with a petite peck and offered you a teasing grin.

Curse that grin.

You gulped, knowing he was expecting an explanation.

“I-” Another dry swallow. “Ah, it’s embarrassing-”

“What’s embarrassing? We do this all the time,” Taeil drawled out, his smirk never disappearing.

Maybe if you whispered it, it wouldn’t be a huge deal. Right?

“I didn’t-” Nope. Not today.

“Didn’t what?”

“Didn’t…”

“Oh, come on-”

“Shave, Taeil! I forgot to shave last night.” The words spilled out of your mouth, just barely comprehensible, and you once again yanked the covers up to shield yourself from embarrassment.

Taeil just blinked, not registering.

“So no sex?”

“Wha-” You started, pulling just your head above the covers to pout. “Well, you didn’t tell me you were coming by last night…” Mumbling, you avoided eye contact.

“Does it matter? The hair, I mean.”

What?

Your eyes caught Taeil’s, who was staring at you like you hadn’t just admitted an atrocity to him.

“You suck my hairy dick all the time-”

“Ew, Taeil.”

“But seriously.”

You can’t tell if he’s joking with you or not- did he really not care?

You’re meticulous. If there is even a chance of seeing Taeil on any day, at any time, for any reason, you normally wax, shave, do the absolute most to make sure that when Taeil is dining on you like you’re a honey pot, not a single follicle of your hair will be visible or tangible. That’s simply a given for you. Taeil has never said anything about it but you never had expected him to do so, especially when he’s usually so preoccupied with shoving his tongue as far into you as he can.

“Yes, but it’s…” Surely, he would change his mind. Even Taeil, who you are fairly sure is in love with you, has his limits.

Taeil, however, loved a change of pace. Taking your hand in his, he exerted an airy chuckle and squeezed.

“But it’s what? Kinda sexy?” He inquires and you finally gather the courage to catch his gaze, his a thousand-watt grin blinding you; Was he insane?

You wanted to explain that no, it was not sexy and he was incorrect, wrong, false, and many more things. Perverted being one of them.

Instead, you 101 error-ed.

“S-sexy?”

Taeil pursed his lips, his earlier confidence flushing out, feeling scrutinized; You picked up his signal and let out a giggle, earning you a side glance.

“What’s funny~” Taeil pouted, inadvertently starting to chuckle with you.

His gaze met your smile.

In a matter of seconds, he was swooping down and abandoning the hand he held, moving to softly cusp your jawline and draw you in to touch his lips to yours. His hand was warm against your face, slowly pulling you towards him while his lips dance oh-so softly into yours, occasionally nipping dubiously into the plush of your bottom lip. It was a lot honestly, and you sunk into him like he was melting you with each swipe of the tongue. Parting your lips, you let him delve further, whining when his moist tongue met yours. It was absolutely obscene. You were completely fine with that.

Preoccupied with Taeil‘s mouth, you didn’t notice when your devious boyfriend shifted his other hand downwards, skimming against your stomach and dipping down under the elastic of your panties to take a bold swipe between your folds. In shock, you whined against his lips; He smirked, absolutely full of himself. Blood rushed to your head when he takes another swipe, collecting some of your wetness to considerately re-allocate it up towards your clit, which he began to tenderly rub around. You’re sure your face is plastered red at this point, lips swollen, breath heavy.

Trying to catch a breath, you pull back for a second but he is back on you in moments.

Neck, clavicle, breast. Areas he began to soak with his wet lips and lingering kisses.

However, with the new air in your lungs, you remembered your previous worries and glanced down at your boyfriend, whose fingers were still rubbing circles around your folds. You shuddered from the ministrations but the anxiety caught up to you, and you tried to call out to Taeil with a huffy breath.

He noticed and looked up from your breast.

“My-” Ah, wait that felt good. “My hair.”

This again? He gifted you a cheeky smile, scrunching his nose before giggling at your worries.

So understanding, him.

Repositioning himself, he slid his hand from out of your panties and chucked your duvet to the side, giving you a quick glance before straddling your thighs and hooking his fingers around your panties, but you quickly snatched his wrist before he pulled them down.

“Taeil-” You whined, a million worries bubbling in and out of your head.

Devilish Taeil shot you another billion-dollar smile.

“Don’t worry,” He fiddles with the frills on your panties, shifting his gaze longingly down at your thighs. Almost embarrassed, he stumbled with his words. “I-it’s kinda.. Cute? Right?”

You couldn’t agree, but let Taeil carry on.

“If you’re embarrassed, I won’t…” He trails, grinning to himself. “But if you let me… Here, let me.”

Your grip on his wrist slackened and he shimmed your panties down, back arching to slide them off your bum. He left them wrapped around your thighs, all too preoccupied with, what was in his eyes, your adorable little cunt, locking his gaze on you before scooting a bit down.

Meanwhile, you couldn’t dare look down. Heart beating erratically, you wanted so badly to run away and quickly shave every hair off your body, dig a hole and live the rest of your life in dirt and clay. Alas, this was your reality; Reality being Taeil craning his neck down and parting your hairy cunt with his fingers, experimentally letting his tongue gently lap into you once he got close enough.

“Mmmmph,” You try not to curse, half embarrassed, half aroused.

Taeil hummed in response, the vibration tangible against your cunt whilst he cleaned the whole premises, every inch of you sweet and obscenely delicious against his mouth. He nudged further and his nose bumped the head of your bud, dangerously close to your clit; You swallowed your whine and Taeil’s hand came down teasingly on your thigh, the little slap egging you to make another sound. It worked and you inadvertently moaned, cursing his borderline annoying talent with his mouth. He kept you grounded with his grip and you felt his tongue dip itself inside you, the stimulation jerking your hips.

“Ahh,” You whine, expression scrunching up and face dampening. “T-Taeil..”

He was trying not to smirk; You could feel it, knowing your moans stroked his ego.

Soon enough he was covering other grounds and your thighs were shaking in his tight grasp, knuckles turning white trying to keep you still. Moving up towards your clit, he took the whole delicacy into his mouth, suckling on you so obscenely you wanted to explode into atoms so small you would never have to face him ever again. His lips were covered in your slick, puffy and red, kissing and sucking in between each of your folds so skillfully it was almost irritating.

“So wet, baby...” He murmured, pulling back to let his fingers replace his tongue, gathering up some of your slickness with two fingers and cleaning them with his mouth, the act so dubious you couldn’t help but physically cringe when he popped them out.

He giggled at you for the millionth time.

“Don’t like that, baby?” He teased, winking at you with a shit-eating grin. His voice was becoming deep and husky with lust. “Look at you, so cute. Cute ‘lil face, cute ‘lil hairy pussy..”

You would have slapped him, but before you could retort, his face was back down in you to work alongside his fingers, and all you could let out was an airy whimper. Two fingers made their way into the walls of your pussy, knuckle deep before he fluttered his fingertips against your soft tissue, pulling out only to be pushed back in, pussy squelching from moisture. Taeil went down to lick at the juice; He was shameless, you were sure. From then on he began to steadily pulse himself in and out of you whilst his tongue meandered around the edge of your bud, nose in the soft hair of your pubic bone. Your whole body shook when he arched his fingers up in just the right spot, letting them flutter there as you moaned his name.

In the meantime, he massaged your clit with his lips, free hand holding you down by the hipbone. You’re sure his lips are absolutely smeared with your slick, dribbling down his chin as he continuously licks and nips pleasure into you. A faint throb rose up in your center and you couldn’t contain your whimpers anymore, thrusting your groin into Taeil’s lean fingers.

“T-Taeil-” Barely able to speak, you whine out his name. “I-I ahhh..”

“Mhmmm.”

Taeil slid a third finger into you. The stretch had you wincing momentarily, soon replaced with pleasure when he brushed up against your G-spot again.

“Holy shit, T-Taeil,” You huffed between heavy breaths. “Keep doing that.”

Taeil sensed you were near your end, hurriedly moving his thumb to rub at the clit his mouth had just left.

Looking at Taeil, you almost felt sorry for him. You had absolutely washed his face with your juices, his eyes bloodshot and lips swollen. He had whole-heartedly devoured you. However, a dull throb in your core reminded you of the more pressing matter at hand; You were going to come all over Taeil’s fingers.

The knot in your stomach was tightening, thighs continuing to shake with the subtle ministrations against your clit now added to the equation. You mewled and quivered, certain you would explode soon, pressure gage violently swinging towards red before you finally released, moaning out and shoving your one side of your face against the pillow while your back arched up into Taeil’s fingers. Nevertheless, he grazed you one more time, fingers slowing down before he slid out of you for good.

You were completely out of breath, chest heaving with every shaky inhale you took. Relaxing your muscles for a moment to recuperate, you dared to look up.

There sat Taeil, fingers in his mouth, licking them clean before collapsing his body against the side of yours.

“So gross…” You shuddered. How could he be so cliché?

“You like it though,” He teased, leaning in to leave a peck against your lips, spreading your juices from his to yours. “Pervert.”

Shocked and offended, you gave him a playful slap to the chest and pouted.

“Me? Perverted? After you just slobbered all over me, I’m perverted?” Dramatically casting your gaze away from him, you secretly grinned ear-to-ear on the other side of the pillow.

Taeil shrugged and chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and moving to spoon you, pressing his erection against your bum in secret hopes for you to notice.

Of course, you noticed.

“Are you gonna return the favor?” He boldly inquired, grinding up against you for context.

“I suppose,” You huffed and blushed once more, heart swelling when you turned to push Taeil against the mattress and leaned in to meet his lips.

“Wait-” He stopped you just as your hands grazed his boxers.

“Why?” This man...Didn’t he just ask for this?

He almost giggles before responding, honing in all of his strength to keep a straight face.

“I didn’t shave.”

...Oh, you could kill him.

#taeil smut #nct 127 #nct smut #nct scenarios #taeil #im not entirely confident putting my bullshit online #so if you like it pls let me know #and ill write some more #but if no one says anything...#we'll pretend it didnt happen #nct #nct u #moon taeil

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nicole-lynne · 5 years

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Worlds Colliding - Chapter Thirteen

I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter! Only a couple more chapters left!!

Also side note, I just discovered that my posts won’t be shown in the tags they’re tagged in if I have links to my other posts. So if you want to catch up on the story, the link to my master list is in my bio! Enjoy, like, follow, and let me know if you’d like to be tagged!!!

Relationships: Dean x OC, Sam, Stiles x OC, Scott

Warnings: slight swearing, kidnapping, violence

Description: Natalie comes face to face with the demon

A small whimper escaped her lips as her mind came back to consciousness. She lifted her head up off her shoulder but immediately dropped it back down as a pain radiated into her. Natalie’s arms were killing her, she kept feeling an urging ache in all of her joints like her limbs were begging to move, but her mind was still so hazy and she couldn’t comprehend why she wasn’t able to.

“Ahh you’re awake. Hello, little one.” A eerie voice rang out in the room. Natalie’s instinct was to look around for it, but she couldn’t quite get her body to respond, realizing her arms and legs were strapped to the chair she was sitting in.

She let out a pathetic whine in response.

“Don’t get so excited to see me.” The voice tittered sarcastically.

A man slithered out of the shadows and came towards Natalie. He looked down at her broken body with disgust. She looked so pitiful and useless. In anger, he kicked the leg of her chair and slammed his hands down on the chair arms.

Natalie groaned at the impact and slowly lifted her gaze up to the man in front of her. He stared at her, waiting for any type of recognition to peek through, but her green eyes were smoked with ignorance.

“Am I supposed to recognize your ugly mug?” Her face contorting into a sneer.

He let out a roar of laughter, turning to face away from her. “You’re spunky, little one.” He then returned to his previous position, his nose mere inches away from hers. “We’ll just have to break that, now won’t we.”

A slap cracked across her face in one quick moment, his rings stinging harshly against her face. Her head snapped to the side, a small shriek escaping her. Natalie inhaled a deep breath. The taste of blood began to form on her tongue. She spit out the blood with outrage and put her eyes, darkened with ferocity, back on the man in front of her.

The man was the largest man she had ever seen, his black hair was cascading down his back, but his chocolate eyes were harsh and unrelenting. A gold watch donned his wrist, complementing the tan suit he was wearing. Natalie tried to look at the time, see how long she had been unconscious, but a glare was obstructing the view.

“Who are you?” The question wavered in the air.

A glint flashed in his eyes. “My name is Orobas.”

Confusion enveloped her face. “So what do you want with me? I’m just-”

“Just human? We both know that’s a lie. So don’t disrespect me with that drivel.”

He turned towards the table sitting against the wall, giving Natalie time to check out her surroundings.

She was in a concrete basement, the windows at the top of the walls were all dusty and a few had cracks running through them. There were puddles of water all over the floor and it smelled like mold. Her nose crinkled as she looked around.

“Here’s the thing, Natalie. You are very important. Only one of your kind, you know.” A glint of a knife flashed as he picked it up off the table. “And you are going to help me change the future.”

“Are you nuts? I couldn’t help you even if I wanted to.” Natalie shifted and yanked her arms up hastily, the chains digging deeper into her wrists.

“You won’t be able to break free.” Orobas perched himself on the edge of the table, leaning backwards on his arm, observing the girl in front of him. She was definitely feisty and he liked a challenge.

Natalie growled in irritation. “Look here, you freak, my powers got sucked out of me when I was a teenager. I don’t have my abilities anymore. Plus, I never learned how to control them, so I wouldn’t be much help even if I did.”

“Everyone can be taught. It’s simple.” He retorted.

Natalie struggled again, pulling in all different directions, hoping for something to give. But nothing did. Tears pricked in her eyes, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Let me tell you a story, little one.” He was twirling the knife around on the table. “My name is Orobas, and my mighty Father is the king of hell.”

Natalie’s head snapped up. “What the hell?”

Orobas ignored her. “My Father gave me watch over 20 legions of spirits. He also gave me power of all knowledge of past, present, and future. I’m really a nice guy, little one.” Natalie rolled her eyes in disgust. “You see, I grant people...wishes...let’s call them, and I can make their wildest dreams come true by giving them wealth and power.”

“Let’s get to the punchline, Spooky.”

The knife launched through the air and stabbed into Natalie’s left shoulder, causing her to cry out in pain. “Do not interrupt me again, you insolent brat.” He hissed at her.

“Now, where was I? Oh yes, so I’m going about my business one day, when I see this big oaf bumbling his way out of a bar, his name is Angakok. And I think to myself, this is the perfect idiot to inhabit. So I do exactly that.”

Natalie is grunting in pain, her breaths come in short spurts.

“The moment I take over his body, guess what I am overwhelmed with? The thoughts of a young girl with unimaginable powers. A girl that he had destroyed, dismantled her soul. You.”

Orobas hopped off the table gleefully, moving closer to Natalie. “You see, this man also had great abilities. Connection with the spirits. However, from the day he ruined you, he had angered the spirits so much that he lost that connection. They punished him for his crime against nature. Ever since that day, he has been stumbling lost in this world, in pain.”

With each word, he was stepping closer and closer to her. “So I guess it’s a good thing I find him, because here’s the thing, I really am a good guy, Natalie.” With that, he gripped the handle of the knife and twisted it maliciously. A gargled cry tumbled out of her mouth.

“What does that mean?” She asked through gritted teeth.

“Well I can help him, of course. And you’re going to help me.” He bent forward and whispered, “we’re going to get your powers back.”

“H-how?” Natalie mumbled, pain dripping off the word.

Orobas snickered, tickled at the doubt in her voice. “I’m me, duh. I know things.” He twisted the knife again. “Now, let’s get started.” And with that, his eyes flashed a dark black color, an evil chuckle echoed in the room.

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Stiles slammed his hands down on the metal table, “Where the hell is she?” He screamed out. Everyone in the room recoiled at his volume. His whole body was shaking with terror mixed with fury.

“Man, just take a breath. We’ll find her. But you were in an accident and you need to take care of yourself.” With a scoff, Stiles shrugged Scott’s hand off his shoulder. The tension in the room was ticking like a tomb bomb.

Dean was sitting in a waiting room chair, his head in his hands. He hadn’t said a single word the entire time they had talked to the cops and paramedics, and every since they had gotten to Deaton’s office, he had perched in the chair, lost in his own thoughts.

“I don’t really give a shit about myself, Scott. And clearly I’m the only one who cares about Natalie, so I’m gonna make damn sure that I find her.” His gaze darted back to Dean.

Scott angled his body to the side and murmured to Stiles, “He’s just in shock, dude. I can smell the grief on him, I just don’t think he knows what to do about this.”

“I don’t really care what he thinks, Scott! He’s the one who caused all of this, and I should have known better than letting him back into her life!”

At those words, Dean jumped up and took a menacing step forward, his green eyes filled with pure hatred. His fists clenched tight at his sides and his knuckles turned pure white at the strain. The words dripped out of his mouth with malice. “How dare you, you weak, pathetic, bastard. I should beat the shit outta you.”

“Come over here then, you big dumb gorilla. All I’m hearing is a lot of talk, which is apparently all you can do.” Stiles shouted over Scott’s shoulder as Scott held him back.

Deaton stepped into the room swiftly and smoothly, putting a hand on Dean’s chest. “You both need to calm down. This isn’t going to help Natalie, and she’s going to need both of you. Both of you are going to struggle with this, but we need to move past our own petty problems.”

Both the men looked at each other, the anger was so intense that it almost seemed as if steam was billowing out of them. Scott place his hand on Stiles’ shoulder with compassion, trying to level his emotions. He led him to a chair and sat him down, his hand acting as an anchor for the man.

A sob slipped into the air and tears started to spill out of his chocolate eyes. “I just don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to her. She’s... she’s... I love her, Scott.” Scott sat down next to Stiles, not knowing how to make his best friend feel better.

They all sat in silence for a minute, trying to gain some stability. The hush was like a heavy blanket laying over them all, lulling them into sadness and anxiety. For a moment, they allowed themselves to feel hopeless, but only for a moment.

Panicked footsteps running towards the door pricked at Scott’s sensitive ears and he jumped to his feet protectively. Sam burst through the door, looking around frantically for Dean. The moment his wild eyes landed on Dean, he was standing in front of him and pulling him into a hug.

“We’ll find her, Dean, don’t worry.” Sam said immediately.

Dean broke down at those words, the tears trickled down his cheeks and splattered on Sam’s white t-shirt like paint. “I don’t know what happened, Sammie. She was there one moment and then... I couldn’t even stop it.”

Sam squeezed Dean, gripping his ripped black shirt in his hands, mumbling to him that it would be okay.

Stiles heart panged with despair. He had forgotten that he wasn’t the only person to lose Natalie. It dawned on him that he had been incredibly selfish during the situation. He cleared his throat, brushed the tears off his cheeks, and stood up swiftly. He turned to Sam and Dean with an urgency.

“It’ll be alright... Scott and I, we’ve seen worse, and we’ve lost people before. But we always get them back and we always make it through the bad times. We’ll find her and we’ll get her to safety.” Stiles’ voice trailed off like a dying battery.

Dean turned to look at Stiles for a moment, a moment that felt like a lifetime. Stiles’ hand absentmindedly reached up and scratched the back of his head, his mind reeling with the possibilities of what would happen next. His heart was beating like a clock, and with each tick, it felt like precious moments were being wasted away.

“You’re right, kid.” Dean stepped close and slapped a hand down on Stiles’ shoulder. Stiles flinched at the movement but then relaxed when he realized that he wasn’t going to get hit. “I’m sorry about what I said.”

They shared a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry too, Dean. I’m just...I want to find her.”

Jumping into action, Dean nodded tightly and said, “Okay, Sam, what do we know about this thing?”

Sam rushed forward, his hand brushing back the hair from his face. “Okay, the demon’s name is Orobas. I found a book that mentioned him. It said he grants people their wishes of power and money.” He paused. “The book also said that he has the ability to see the past, present, and future.”

“So what does he want with Natalie? What could she possibly do for him as a human?” Dean questioned.

A soft sigh came Sam, he leaned forward and placed the weight on his palms. “I’m not really sure, to be honest.”

Deaton shared a look with the rest of the group, “I don’t think he’s going to keep her human. I think he’s going to force her to use her powers. To alter the future to bend to his will.” Stiles leaned back against the wall, his head banging over and over. The words rattling around his mind but not sinking in.

“How is he going to do that? Ang blocked her powers, she...she can’t do any magic.” Dean’s brows furrowed, his tone filled with exasperation.

Sam’s eyes locked with Dean’s, “I’m not sure, Dean. But he’s pretty old, maybe he knows some way to get her powers back. I don’t really know,” He paused, “but I think I know where they are.”

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