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The Tower: Happily Ever After - 2

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Refrence PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1849

Warnings: Pregnancy and minor language on chapter.

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children. Yet things aren’t perfect. Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 2: Anger Issues

When Marya returned home from school that day we were all ready to meet her. Marya was sixteen years old, a little taller than I was, with dark hair and light brown eyes - just like Bruce. Those weren’t the only things she’d inherited from her biological father. She was extremely intelligent and had been skipped ahead a grade in school. There had been talk about skipping her ahead more than that, but it wasn’t something encouraged in schools due to the strain it has on children’s emotional and social development. So instead she was finishing up high school with her peer group while taking college courses as electives.

She also had her own little green problem.

Her powers worked differently from Bruce’s. She could turn into a hulk, and that transformation could be triggered by extreme negative emotions - not just anger, but when she was really sad or anxious too. Unlike Bruce though, she never had to worry about sharing her body with another person. When she changed she was always herself and generally she had such precision control over the transformation that she could do it on command, much as Bruce could after the bonding ceremony all those years ago.

She looked around suspiciously at us as we called her over to the couches by the large window, typically the place where we had family meetings. It was usually where we spoke to the kids if they had done something they probably shouldn’t have. We took an approach with our parenting where they didn’t usually get in trouble for misbehaving. Rather we tried to think of a real-world consequence for what they’d done. For example, if they were fighting they had to sit down and listen to each other’s grievances and then work out a way to both come to an understanding about how the other feels and try to make each other feel better. It didn’t always work, but we figured it was better than arbitrarily making them go sit in the corner. So it made sense that she’d think she was in trouble for something.

“What’d I do?” She asked, dropping her backpack on the ground while she stood looking at her gathered parents.

“Why don’t you tell us?” Sam teased. “And we’ll tell you if that’s it.”

“I’m not falling for that,” Marya snarked, folding her arms across her chest.

“Honey, sit down,” Steve said, gently. “You’re not in trouble. We just need to tell you something.”

Marya sat down carefully, looking at everyone with deep suspicion. “Is someone else pregnant? Are you trying to populate Earth with just our family?”

“No,” Clint laughed. “What the hell?”

I rolled my eyes. “Honestly, honey, I sometimes think the same thing,” I said. “But that’s not what this is.”

“Your Aunt Angela came to visit today,” Steve explained. “She’s giving up the throne of Asgard.”

“Does that mean Riley’s going to be queen?” Marya asked, looking over at Thor. “I can’t believe my sister’s going to be the queen of a whole other planet.”

Thor shook his head. “Riley is still too young to rule by Asgardian standards. My people - our people - would consider that the equivalent of having Zak as their king. I have to step up and take the lead.”

“Which means, we are moving to Asgard,” Steve finished. “I know that...”

“What?” Marya yelped, interrupting Steve as she blinked at us. “When?”

“Within the month,” Steve said.

“But I have school!” Marya shouted. Her fists clenched and she started to turn green at the edges. “And what about my friends? You can’t just take me away from everyone I ever knew!”

“Mar,” Bruce said, gently. “Deep breath. Get that under control.”

“Don’t tell me how to feel!” Marya shouted, slamming her hands on the coffee table and sending a large crack through the heavy wood. I jumped a little, startled at her violent reaction, and the green started to creep into her arms starting at her hands, making her muscles swell and double in size.

Sam moved forward and crouched in front of his daughter, taking both her hands in his and looking into her eyes. “Marya,” Sam said with a gentle yet commanding tone. “I know you’re upset, but you need to talk about this rationally. If you can’t talk about it, you’re gonna have to go to your room to cool off first.”

She started crying and pulled her hands out of his. “It’s not fair!” She cried. “I don’t even get a say about whether or not you take me away from my friends. My whole goddamn planet?”

“Honey,” Steve said, wrapping his arm around Marya’s shoulders. “I know this is tough. I really do. But we’re partially doing it for you.”

“I don’t see how taking me from my friends is somehow supposed to be good for me,” she grumbled.

“Alright, kid,” Natasha said. “I’m going to give you some harsh truths here. You’re going to lose them anyway. Maybe not all of them anytime soon, but the ones you would have kept in your life you’d have had to watch age and die. Just like we all have done and are with our friends and family. We want to save you what’s happening with Rose. We don’t want you to have to fall in love and then watch them fade out while you’re stuck looking like you can’t buy a beer.”

Marya started crying harder and fell into Steve’s side and Wanda glared at Natasha. “You didn’t have to be so harsh,” Wanda snapped.

“Well babying her wasn’t doing it either,” Natasha argued. “She needs to hear it. She might not like it, but going to Asgard is what’s best for her.”

“Can’t I even finish school?” Marya begged. “I could stay with Eddie - or Rose. Or one of my friends. And then… then I’ll come.”

“There will be school for you on Asgard,” Thor said. “And it will teach you things that far outreach anything any of you have learned on Midgard. Riley and Pietro both attend and they learn of the world tree, and alien languages, advanced mathematics, and magic. You are already holding yourself back to fit in, daughter. You would never have to hide any part of you in Asgard. Not your intelligence, and not this -” he tapped her arm where it was still tinged with green.

“And I’ll make it so you can talk to your friends here. We’ll set up a line of communication,” Tony added. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure my kids don’t go without Tumblr and Instagram. Imagine how many followers you’ll get posting selfies in Asgard.”

“I already have a tonne of followers, dad,” Marya sniffed. “I’m a Skjodbærer.”

“Yes, you are,” Tony said. “And don’t you forget it. The whole universe is yours.”

“We’ll make sure we come back to visit,” I said. “We all still have friends here, and places we like to spend our time.”

“Yeah, who’s going to annoy Katie-Kate if I’m not around?” Clint joked.

Marya let out a small laugh that was still more tears than actual laughter. “I’m sure she’d hate not being annoyed by you.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Clint said and patted Marya on the thigh.

“We aren’t doing this to punish you, Mar,” Sam soothed. “I promise. We’ve all been talking about this for a long time, and we were going to wait, but your dad can’t anymore. He has to go and rule his kingdom. And sometimes we have to give up what we want to do for what we need to.”

Marya let out a long slow breath and nodded. “I know. I know, dad. They’re still my friends though and I’m still sad about it.”

“I know,” Wanda said. “Being sad is normal.”

“Can I have a goodbye party?” Marya asked.

“Look who you’re talking to,” Tony teased. “The biggest.”

She sat silently for a moment and nodded again. “If I really hate it, can I come back again?”

“You need to give it a proper chance,” Steve said.

“I will,” she assured him. “I just… I don’t…”

“If you really hate it, you can come back,” I said, cutting Steve off before he had a chance to reply. “We won’t like it, but our kids being happy and healthy is the thing we want most. We just think… in the long run, this is the best option for that.”

“I know,” Marya said. She looked around at anyone and kicked at her bag. “Can I go now?”

“One thing first,” Steve said, tapping the table where she cracked it. “What are we going to do about this?”

Marya sighed and looked at it. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“And…?” Steve pressed.

“And… I’ll go see if I can find someone who can repair it. If I can’t, I’ll shop for a suitable replacement. And… and I’ll volunteer at the soup kitchen for the Sundays before we leave as a stand-in for the fact I don’t need to earn money to pay for these things.”

“Good girl,” Steve said. “Dinner will be at 6.30.”

Marya stood up and grabbed her back. “Okay.”

“Marya,” I said. “We love you.”

She smiled a little and nodded. “I love you all too.”

We watched her disappear up the stairs and Bruce sat back and ran his palms over his scalp. “I really need to help her deal with her anger.”

Bucky patted his arm. “It’s usual teen stuff. We’ve seen it before -” he gestured to me “- we’ll see it again.”

“Yeah, but when any of the others got upset we didn’t have to worry about them breaking the building,” Bruce said.

“Umm… do I need to remind you about that tantrum Riley had that meant we had to remodel her room,” I said.

Bruce chuckled and nodded. “Right. I guess.”

“It won’t hurt to work with her more,” Sam said. “But don’t think that her having a temper is on you. She’s hyper-intelligent and smart kids often deal with anxiety because they’re always thinking ten steps ahead about all the potential terrible outcomes.”

“Tell me about it,” Tony snarked.

“Yes, Tony, you’re a genius, we all know,” Bucky teased.

“I do not like that I am the reason for her distress,” Thor said. “We could always go back to how it was before Angela took the throne.”

“And barely get to see you?” Clint said. “I don’t fuckin’ think so.”

“That’s not going to happen, Thor,” Steve said. “We’ve been talking about this for a while. It’s time. Sometimes kids have to move because their parents are. It’s not fun for them. But she will adapt and it is better it happens sooner than for her to fall into this society's expectations for when she should be doing things.”

Thor nodded, though he didn’t look completely convinced.

“Alright,” Clint said, clapping his hands. “Enough about moody teenagers. We have a lot to work out.”

“It’s going to be a big change,” I said. “But we’ve gotten really good at those, and in my experience, they always worked out for the best.”

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quasieli · 3 years

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top six: fictional characters that give you gender envy, flowers, little things that make you happy and d&d moments :D

Ooh lotsa questions!

Gender Envy:

1) Bow from She-Ra (2018). Something about buff athletic dude who wears crop tops and is soft as hell is very Gender to me.

2) Vax from Critical Role. Pretty boy, kinda goth rogue? That’s sexy as hell and I wish that was me.

3) In a wildly different idea of gender envy, I’ve been thinking about it lately and @quantum-lesbian’s character in the Frostmaiden game I’m in with them, Ambrose, is Big Gender. Beautiful non-binary drow with a starry and kinda witchy aesthetic that dresses super grandly and ostentatiously no matter the occasion? Yes please.

4) Pete from The Unsleeping City, specifically season two. I adore season one Pete but season two Pete that works in a queer bookshop and has a teapot arcane focus, is artsy and is unapologetically a trans man who doesn’t give a shit about gender roles? Sign me the fuck up.

5) Beau from Critical Role. Buff GNC lesbian mixed with academia, but like academia from the prospective of a grad student with ADHD trying to learn everything about their special interests? A+, I love her and I’m jealous.

6) I’m gonna cheat a lil bit for this last one. I know the prompt is fictional characters, but Julia Lepetit and Jacob Andrews in their Hitman streams? Simultaneously both of them were Gender for me. Jacob esp felt like that for me, which is weird cause dresses can make me dysphoric, but I am also slightly envious of the Dude in a Dress type of gender presentation.

Can you tell that I’m a confused trans masc enby

Gonna put it under the cut from here cause oof, there’s still a lot more.

Flowers:

1) Big slut for Sunflowers, always have been, always will be.

2) Fun fact, my dad’s family used to own a flower shop (in like the 70s, so I never got to see it :(), and one of their big things was hydrangeas. My dad has always loved them and now I love the snowballs too!

3) A recent favorite, the Baker’s Globe Mallow. It’s a type of flower that only grows from the soils of forests that have been affected by wildfires. It’s a simple little flower but I love the idea of something beautiful rising from the ashes after tragedy. A little dramatic, but I’m queer, ofc I’m dramatic.

4) Roses are another important flower to my family (Rose was a family name for a couple generations), and ya know, they’re a classic.

5) There’s this beautiful magnolia tree in front of my house that blooms with the most beautiful white and pink flowers every spring, and it’s one of my favorite things to see every year.

6) There’s so many different types of Lillies and they’re all very pretty, but the Purple Stargazer is prob my favorite.

Little Things That Make Me Happy:

1) My cat, Maddie. She may be a cranky girl at times, but she is also very sweet and will always be my baby (even though she is 12).

2) Not a little thing really, but my best friend. Just getting a sweet/silly text from her or the two of us chilling in a room, sitting in a comfortable silence because we just like being together, nothing better.

3) Baking, esp if I’m doing it for others. I’m not much of a sweets person myself, a little treat every once in a while type person, but I love baking. It’s a very relaxing process for me, even when it can sometimes get stressful, but seeing people enjoying something I made, especially something that brought me great joy to make, is simply the best.

4) In the same sorta vein, crafting and other art, but that’s a bit more personal. I love making things for others, but art, particularly drawing, is something I do more for me. It’s such a great feeling when you can get into a really good art mood and just sink yourself into a project. I love it.

5) My plush toys. Yes, I am a 23 year old, no I will not stop loving my plushies. I just got a few new friends, which I made a post about recently, and they such good cuddle buddies. However, there is one king amongst them all. I have this old, beat up christmas puppy beanie baby, on his tag named Jingle Pup, but I just call him Jingle. I had one version of him since I was like 6, but he currently lives on a shelf cause he is very beaten up and fragile, but his “brother”, who I got when I was 8, is still in kinda good shape and is currently chilling on my chest as I type this lol.

6) Again, not a little thing, but it’s important to mention; D&D. The game itself is such a joy, but truly the best part of it is the people. I love creating stories and memories with people through this weird little game. Truly one of my favorite things to do.

D&D Moments:

These are all gonna be personal moments, rather than anything from actual play shows/podcasts. RC is Reforged Campaign, where I play Saube, and FM is Frostmaiden, where I play Sparks.

1) RC - Meeting Mahety, Saube’s girlfriend. We met her way back in session 12 and we are now up to like session 73. Saube saw her and was immediately big heart eyes at her but also felt a bit awkward and shy. So, being a game a dice, I decided to roll. 10 or higher, Saube would talk to her, 9 or lower, she’d stay put. I rolled a 17, 17 is now a lucky number for me. I love Mahety and I’d die for her.

2) FM - This was an insane fight that should not have been so crazy, but in a fairly early session, my group went up against an angry druid and her awakened animals. So much batshit stuff happened in that fight, and we unfortunately lost our bread loving bard (RIP Agneyis), but one of my favorite combat turns happened in this fight. Our artificer, Omaren, has a robe of useful items and one of the patches on it creates a large pit. Thinking quickly, Omaren tore off the patch, slid it under one of the dire wolves we were fighting and created a looney tunes style pit under it, allowing us to take it out easily via pot shots. Such a clutch move and such a funny visual, especially because the dire wolf kept failing the checks to get out of the pit.

3) RC - Saube’s Zebrith (I will never remember how this actually spelled RIP). So, for context, Saube ended up with a death curse (long story) that mechanically meant they had disadvantage on any death saving throws. Scary as hell, need to get that fixed! So, Saube and their party had to be smuggled into another country to talk with some religious leaders of a goddess known as The First, the goddess of death. They were told that Saube would have to go through the aforementioned ritual, which included her soul leaving her body for a short period of time. During this ritual, her friends had to call back to her, to say things that would bring her back to her body and I still cry thinking about that game. That ritual was not only important for Saube bodily, but spiritually as well. After that ritual, Saube officially became a cleric of The First!

4) A real sappy one, RC - Saube meeting all of her friends. Anyone who follows along with the rantings on my blog probably knows how important this game is to me. I met this random group of strangers on tumblr and formed a D&D party with them and now, a year and a half later, I honestly think it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I know that sounds silly and dramatic but not only has this game brought me so much joy and comfort, but I also gained a group of really amazing friends who have been nothing but amazing since day one. As much as Saube knows she can depend on SICL, I know I can depend on my group of weirdos lol. We both love our friends very much and even though we’ve all been through some crazy shit, we wouldn’t change it for the world.

5) RC - Just playing Saube in general. I really didn’t intend for it to be this way, but Saube is very much a reflection of myself. She is the first long term character I have ever played and so much of me is in her. I try not to treat D&D like therapy, because that’s unfair to my DM and fellow party members, but playing Saube has allowed me to work through some of my own problems, especially social anxiety, in a lot safer of an environment. It isn’t so much that I’m asking this game to help me fix my life, but playing out these scenarios that, in the real world, would make me anxious or make me freak out, I can stop, take a moment to breathe and work out these issues in a way that makes sense to me. Playing her has led me to understanding myself a bit better, as well, and that’s truly such a wonderfully unexpected gift from this whole experience.

6) Lastly, a silly one: RC - Getting a crit 6. The last session of this game got real interesting. Saube’s party ended up in the ethereal plane and magic got real fucky there. So, any time any of us tried to cast a spell, we’d roll a d20, not look at the result, and then try to guess what number rolled. The closer to the number, the better the result. A few times, a few people managed to get within like 3 or 4 of their roll, but oh the power I felt when I rolled a 6 (on Saube’s die!) and guessed it correctly! So, not only did the spell (Bless) work, but it worked super well. So instead of getting +1d4 to attack rolls and saving throws, Saube and two other party members got +2d4 to attacks, saving throws and skill checks. So powerful I broke the rules of D&D lmao.

#asks #ask games #floralprintshark #D&D #Flowers #Saube #Sauhety #SICL #Sparks #long post #thanks <3 <3

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plainvanillapotato · 4 years

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the 100 diaries S2 E1

quarantines diaries: may 26 2020

season 2 episode 1: “The 48″

aaahh yess some elevator music to set the mood....BAAMM excessively loud scary sound. was this really necessary tho. cuz i was wearing headphones while watching this and that shit made my ears hurt. i know im weak like that.

hey! hey! hey! where really is monty??? i fucking swear to god...

i love that clarke goes apeshit for monty. shes gots his back!! i stan.

ooo thats a deep cut. that helmet came off a little too easy. “ill be contaiminated” current quarantine mood girl. mood. clarke is really taking this girl hostage. anything for monty.

what in the world?! somebody say sike. yeah clarke where the hell are you? i would like to know as well

bellamy lives! also what is monroe’s hair. its cool but like how does she do these elaborate hair styles with no mirror. no shampoo. no conditioner. no brush.

boy finn is not doing well at all. but he still manages to get some water to quench his thirst

what is that? klingon? did licoln really lick that arrow? lincoln be into some kinky shit.

“death by a 1000 cuts every single member of your clan will take a turn stabbing you. and then they’ll feed to the bugs.” that sounds that rough and all but im sorry all i see are the bugs from a bugs life

bane from batman is that you??? wow raven be prepared for that. we love a prepared queen. goodbye bane she said.

no its not ok. murphy. fuck this trope of having no bullets. die murphy. die. why do you keep coming back. i swear murphy is like a cockroach. you think you killed him but he keeps coming the fuck back. at least hes self aware as he says i would have shot me too.

“im not pressing charges”. ok. maya. no one asked tho. but they still have a justice system?? of all the things that they keep

ohh these restraint are necessary. you know clarke be out here ready to cut a bitch.

what the hell are they pumping into maya?

wow dante being a fairy godmother with that box of clothes. he said bibity boppity boo

yess get that heel. resourceful queen. haha clarke “isnt like other girls” when she see a heel isnt thinking wow i would look really good in those. shes thinking i could use that as a weapon. but of all the outfits in that trunk thats the one that clarke picks?

so grounders really be superior beings. natural selection? this just triggered my ptsd from my gen bio class. not a fun time. if im being honest tho i would be probably one of tho people that would be wiped out by the radiation.

solar radiation. so basically these spacers are super human in comparison to these smucks. is this how jasper survived and recovered so quick from that spear? im still not over how the boy was speared but then was fine within like 5 days

he said first give me that heel. dante really is magical isnt he. but i really wished that clarked cut a bitch first before the heel was taken away.

what is this cult? why are all these kids wearing button ups? ummmm this is reaaaaally suspicious.

is murphy really helping raven? are they giving murphy a redemption arc he literally made a child commit suicide. killed not one but two people in cold blood. shot raven. and hanged bellamy **i know. i know. i know that bellamy hanged murphy first. but we’re not going to talk about that. bellamy is too pretty to stay mad at for too long.

“i don’t want to die alone.” well i dont care murphy. get the fuck out of here. you were the one that shot raven and the reason why she is here.

oh wow that really is a monster. frankenstein’s monster who?

monty and jasper reunited. i love this bromance so much!

“you’re bumming me out im gonna get more cake”- jasper (19:42) what a mood!! i could really go for some cake rn. i dont have anything to celebrate but do i really need one to eat cake. this also reminds me of the cake in Matilda

low on vitamin D? just drink some sunny d

maya and jasper? octavia? forget her. this girl has cake. *men love a woman that knows her way in a kitchen*

clarke really wants out. i thought it would take longer than this. clarke really isnt trusting any of this. i mean neither am i. buts thats a lot of stairs

maya pulling a gun clarke. she got that gun real quick. damn maybe maya is more edgy than i thought

raven and murphy having a heart to heart? the most unlikely pairing yet? but do i crack ship it? fuck it. sure.

is murphy really talking in third person. i thought i could not have hated this character more. i love that after murphy gives that whole my life was rough story. raven said “boo-hoo” (25:35).

woah KANE is here to save the day but i gotta say i just want to give bellamy a wet wipe. theres so much blood on his face its covering up his prettiness

youre really not gonna give murphy up now raven? he shot you. i guess his pity story worked

yess bellamy!! that is the proper reaction to murphy! fuck your rules. fuck your law. fuck you kane. #free bellamy

ABRAHAM LINCOLN (31:55) you have got to be kidding me. i fucking called it. so i guess this were Washington DC used to be. honest abe is quaking.

dante has a dark backstory. hes gotta be a villain. hes just gotta

bellamy and finn teaming up together yes please. i love finn and bellamy breaking the rules already. they make a good duo. btw this is such an interesting format of the show both of clarkes love interests are not with her. i hope they have a bromance now. or even possibly a real ship. who knows. cuz its seems like finn falls in and out of love pretty fast so it wouldnt be that ooc in my opinon

dont watch clarke eat like that dante. i get creepy vibez

monty knows magic tricks.

clarke is buying into this cult a little too fast for me.

camp JAHA **tears**

did not expect to live to see kane as chancellor

really...a baby. ofc this show would. whats worse than a child...a baby.

#the 100 #the 100 diaries #bellamy #finn #bellamy x finn #clarke #monty #jasper #the bromance is very much alive #octavia #lincoln #octavia x lincoln

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tscsarevna · 4 years

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❝ ⤚⟶ EUROPE, 1458. thanks is given by the CROWN PRINCESS EUDOXIA GLINSKAYA, from RUSSIA. they are at best FEARLESS, and at their worst DISCORDANT . whilst abroad, their ambition is to CULTIVATE A REPUTATION ACROSS COUNTRIES & TO HAVE A SON WHO MAY DETHRONE THE TSAR. SHE seems to remind everyone of ANNA SHAFFER & FURS BRUSHED UPON YOUR NAKED SKIN, THE HOWL OF WOLVES AGAINST THE MIDNIGHT SNOW, THE LAUGHTER OF WOMEN WHO LOOK LIKE GREEK NYMPHS & A LIP COLOURED BY RED WINE AND BLOOD .❞

yes that’s right, a fifth muse by yours truly.. wish me luck... tw : stillborn, miscarriages (briefly mentioned)

STATS.

full name — eudoxia (ancient greek, Εὐδοξία - “good, repute, good judgement”) yuryovna (”yury” russian Юрий form of george, patronymic name - “farmer, earthworker”) glinskaya (feminine suffix, “belong’s to) of house glinski (polish origin - habitational name) titles — lady of glinski (birth - present), tsesarevna of russia (1456 - present) birthplace — smolensk kremlin, smolensk, kievan-russia, russia age — eight and twenty (28) languages — russian/old east slavic (mother-tongue), arabic (basic tutoring), german (few dialects), french (simple words), turkish (fluent, mother’s language) dynasty — house glinski (founded by michael glinsky in poland-lithuania)

father — yury petrovich glinskoy, prince of glinski & principality of smolensk

mother — olga vaslievna petravaya, lady of glinski 🕇

spouse — konstantin alexander dmitrivich, tsarevich of russia

issue — n/a

siblings — older : stillborn son 🕇 older : stillborn son 🕇

other — father-in-law : tsar dmitri of russia 🕇 brother- in-law : tsar ivan of russia sister-in-law : tsarevna katrinka of russia england sister-in-law : tsarina adalsinda of anjou russia

zodiac/element — taurus religious affiliation — jewish face claim — anna shaffer height — 5′7″ recognisable features — curls upon curls of dark brown hair, framing her features like the mane of a lion rather than the crown of a crowned princess.

TIMELINE.

1399 — YURY is born to the grand house of glintski, the family comes from a long line of influential and wealthy people who openly practice judaism, they create smolensk to be a happy and multi-cultural estate beneath the tsar’s rule, opening it’s borders to the jewish people, around this time, the state adopt western cultures and influences, which both sets them ahead and behind the rest of the tsardom 1400 — OLGA is born, she is the daughter of kunsag, a cuman leader who held his own lands 1416 — with the blessing of family and the tsar himself, yury and olga get married and create a world within smolensk, olga converts to judaism from orthodox catholicism 1418 — olga suffers her first, and not last, miscarriage 1419 — olga delivers a son, but the babe does not live past two weeks 1420 — yury inherits the principality of smolensk from his father 1422 — olga’s health declines, leaving yury to focus on extra-marital affairs and smolensk 1425 — olga suffers her last stillborn child, who does not pass three days 1429 — olga and yury go against their religious wishes and instruct the help of a seer/druid to help them conceive a living, healthy child 1430 — after many children who do not pass a few weeks of life, they welcome EUDOXIA who, by prophecy, is named the savoir of their dynasty and line - she is made from black magic 1433 — yury looses the principality of smolensk to the pushing grand duchy of lithuania, he flees with his young family to moscow where he convenes with the tsar and his cousins, that same year (rumoured to be influenced by black magic), his cousins die childless - leaving yury, olga and eudoxia to unfathomable wealth 1435 — rumours arrive that eudoxia is betrothed to the tsar’s firstborn son, ivan dmitrivich 1440 — catching her father having an affair with her governess, eudoxia bribes her father for extra-funds and horse-riding lessons in exchange for her silence 1445 — first catching wind of the arrival of opium, eudoxia finds herself engrossed and begins to stray from her family’s nest to make her own name 1446 — olga dies due to natural circumstances, she is buried in moscow 1448 — yury remarries to a much younger lady of another house, her name is elena 1450 — despite thinking that she is betrothed to the tsar, it is declared that she is in fact betrothed to the tsar’s younger brother, konstantin! 1456 — celebrated in the kremlin, eudoxia marries konstantin, the crown prince of russia; leaving her father and step-mother behind 1458 — eudoxia arrives in portugal for the summit just behind her husband’s company, after staying behind with friends

HEADCANNONS.

PARTIES & HEDONISTIC WAYS

always described as special, dearly wanted and spectacular in many different ways, eudoxia had little means to act with rebellion, or to fall into pits of depression as a young girl. actually, she was a stroppy child and often threw a fit if she did not get her own way. spoilt in every sense, eudoxia was handed almost everything she ever wanted. horse-riding lessons, jewels fit for the future tsarina, her own house in the countryside to host her elegant parties and dinners with high noble friends! these little parties would soon evolve into parties that’d introduce people into the new wave of opium that had been traded into russia from islamic states by the 1420s. she craved an audience, and would put on dances/plays/monologues for friends before marrying the tsar’s crown prince.. and even now married (a wife and a crown princess by her husband’s name) she continues to host extravagant get-together. with her charismatic ways and her family’s long line in trade and opened borders, she tends to import rare substances from the persian empire, which have leant eudoxia a hedonistic reputation. going as far as to allow her husband to leave before her, as to host a going-away shindig with her friends in moscow - she arrives a week after her husband, in the hope that the leave from her main posse of women and men will push eudoxia to chase what she really needs to affirm her stability and her right to be tsarina; a son.

FAITH

the house glinski was founded by michael glinsky, who boasted that the family came from a melting pot of cultures. whilst some like to think that they herald from the orthodox hungarian nobles and emir mamai of the golden horde, this branch of the glinski house (directly related through her father’s heritage) comes from a group of jewish travellers after the mongol occupation - first mentioned in a 10th century kievian letter from cairo, they are the oldest know family to have settled in smolensk. judaism was always important to the house, even if they were subjected to ridicule for being so different to the rest of the tsardom (the main religion practised was orthodox christian, which even the house glinski largely took a part off), yury in particular, did not bend to the will of others. he brought eudoxia up to stay stubborn and alongside her faith; even if she did not care for faith in general. when she had married the crown prince, everyone had suspected that eudoxia would convert to orthodox catholicism, but eudoxia had refused - stating that she was proud of her jewish heritage and that she’d change for no man, not even the tsar’s little brother. this left her reputation in question, but mostly allowed her to gain the respect she so hungered for. her mother, olga of the cumans (a daughter of a famous cuman leader) had been orthodox, but had happily converted for her new husband.

FASHION

as trade from europe and moscovite russia passed through smolensk, eudoxia adopted a hybrid of styles as a child. most of her clothes were made of diverse patterned and highly colored fabrics which acquirred an especially decorative character, and details consisting of gold (metallic) lace and precious stones. as a young woman however, she spent all of her time in moscow which left her to adopt a more traditional dress on declaration that the russians must preserve their traditions. she wears the letnik (a garment with very broad, short sleeves with detachable flaps made of expensive fabrics embroidered with stones and pearls). the garment was heavy, and so eudoxia is often described as strong since with every year that passes she adds more stones and more pearls. the keivan- russian dresses were especially adopted from the byzantine empire - eudoxia adopted such trends as the kolty (earrings that came in both large and small sizes), bracelets, beads, finger rings

MARRIAGE

from a young age everyone had told eudoxia that she would be fit to rule russia as tsarina along the new tsar. she had believed this, and talk of a betrothal was always on the horizon - alas, when news came that he was set to marry a french princess, eudoxia had thrown herself into a fit of immature values. she threw her father’s vases, ripped expensive fabrics and screamed bloody murder till she fell asleep upon her father’s lap. it was perhaps, an insult, to be instead betrothed to the second son of russia, konstantin. this insult to her pride left a bad taste in her mouth, and following their marriage things have yet to settle. two years on, she knows of his affairs and questionable bastards - it isn’t that she’s jealous or pining for him, but merely insulted that he dare question her pride and reputation. with the trip to portugal, she hopes to find time to stabilise his right to rule by conceiving a son of her own - after all, the tsardom needs a legitimate son.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

friends/party goers (think the great gatsby parties but medieval), flirtations (with little to no emotions ofc, just flirting sk), western courtiers/queens/princesses to influence, persian and chinese empire courtiers to woo/coo over (eudoxia comes from a long line of trade rich family members, she often has personal ties with the trade in order to have a good party), old-suitors (though always betrothed, she wouldve flirted with danger - if your guy (or girl) visited russia then !! come @ me), a woman who may help her conceive... aka.. black magic,

INFLUENCES.

catherine (the great) prudence night (sabrina) lily frankenstein (penny dreadful) andromache (greek mythology) veruca (charlie & the chocolate factory) erzulie (haitian folk religion) jay gatsby (the great gatsby) bessie coleman (american history) anne boleyn (english history) volumnia (coriolanus, shakespeare) lady of the lake (english folklore, king arthur) arachne (greek mythology) the swing (1767, painting) hildegard of bingen (german history) tissaia de vries (the witcher)

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Set Up

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x OFC

Warnings: None for this chapter

Tag List: @salt-is-a-terrible-currency @salimahbicharara-comun

Brynhilda shifts on her throne, uncomfortable despite the soft padding. Becoming Jarl had not been the point of killing the previous one. She’d only been looking to send a message, yet somehow, the entire town now saw her as their de facto leader. Something wasn’t right about that.

Looking out at the great hall, she’s surprised to see so many familiar faces. She’d revealed her game plan only a week ago, and already her tiny little village had swelled three times its original size. Men and women, young and old, new soldier and army veteran, all of them looking forward to fighting for her. She nearly chokes on her emotions...well, at least her laughter.

With allies come enemies, she understands that, but she doesn’t know what to make of this particular situation. On the one hand, she’s highly amused, on the other, slightly disturbed. She knows this will only add to the rumors that she’s Odin’s chosen. But, really? She looks at the fabric in her hands, the Sleep Thorn had been stitched into it. She wondered what Floki the Boatbuilder would make of it. He had a special connection to the gods, he would’ve had a great deal to say. Suddenly, she misses Kattegat, misses funny old Floki and the girls, she even misses the cranky old medicine woman that refused to treat Ivar because of his temper.

“Lady Brynhilda?” Alf says, nudging her shoulder. Brynhilda blinks, brought to the present, oh, right, she’s supposed to sentence the traitor. “The Sleep Thorn,” She mutters, tracing the symbol with the pads of her fingers. “Not very effective, was it?” She looks up at Alf. He looks as amused as she feels. “No, lady, it would seem it wasn’t.” They look at the man who’d done it. “Jarl Brynhilda,” A rather rough looking man walks up to her, she only knows him as Arrow. He was the first to greet her back home, and the first to pledge his allegiance to her cause. “I say we kill this traitor and send his head to Boggvir,” mutters of agreement flow through the long house.

Brynhilda stands up, walks down from the dias, and stops in front of the man. “Why would we do a thing like that? Boggvir wouldn’t even recognize him.”

“My lady?” Arrow asks, unconvinced of her statement. Brynhilda begins to stalk the man that tried to curse her, round and round she went, taking in every detail. “You aren’t acting out of loyalty to Boggvir, are you?” The man struggles against his binds, snarling unintelligibly at her. “You're acting out of revenge for your brother.” The shock that Brynhilda remembers him is evident on his face. It’s quickly replaced with a smile, he speaks. “I didn't think you'd remember.”

“Yours is a hard face to forget.” Brynhilda straightens, looking at her confused men, she didn't feel like explaining that the one before her had been after her since she helped Falki take over. “The way I see it, you have two options. Choose your death, or choose to work with me.” The man spits at her, snarling once more in rage. “Why would I work with my brother's killer?”

Brynhilda turns from him, sitting back on her throne. Damn, this thing was hard on her back. “You and I both know I was a mere pawn in Boggvir's army, his best warrior yes, but a pawn nonetheless. I got Falki and her troops into your village, I killed your fighters, but I did not kill you brother. If I had, I would have been the new Jarl.”

He squirms in his binds, considering her words. What she said was true, even her enemies knew she was not in the habit of lying. Still, surely years of anger and hatred didn’t shift from one target to the next. He straightens, giving her a haughty look. “You may call me Dofri.” Well, she’d been wrong before. It’s stupid to trust someone that just tried to curse her. She’s an idiot, she knows she is, but there’s something about him, something in his eyes. He’d never before considered working to kill the true target of his revenge. Maybe Falki had been unattainable to him until now. She knows she’s just making up an excuse to trust him.

The way she figured it, the benefits outweigh the risks. She needed someone with a desire for revenge, some like her, that would stop at nothing to see it through. And, if she had to be completely honest, he reminded her of Floki. “Dofri” she motions for someone to cut his hands loose, “Welcome to my army.”

Those that visit Brynhilda's feast hall swears it’s a place of unsettling magic. Not exactly gloomy or bright. Not cold or hot. Not comfortable or uncomfortable. A charge was ever present in the air, making one aware of the unearthly quality Brynhilda exuded. Unseen things crawl around the place, whispering in the ears, telling the listener that they were safe, cared for. The only catch was Brynhilda herself had to be in a good mood.

Part of the magic of the place was that the feeling in the room changed with her feelings. If she was angry, the urge to drive your axe into the skull of your greatest enemy became almost too great to resist. If she was sad, you felt as though your heart had been ripped through your chest and eaten by a wild beast. If she was happy, you felt as though you had the strength of the gods themselves. The moment you left the feast hall, the cool air hitting your face, you felt dazed and confused. Why had you been subject to such alien feelings?

Only adding to the atmosphere were the plants hanging from ceilings, growing in pots in the corners, covering the windows with their leaves. Dorfi the Poisoner, a strange man you weren’t exactly sure was even a man, had made himself at home. He had no house of his own, no relatives he could rely on, so she opened the feast hall to him, and allowed him to do as he wished, within reason. Most of the plants were harmless until mixed into the right concoction. Dofri could make you a healing draught that helped you fight like ten men, or a poison that made you bleed from your ass. Many were unsettled by that fact, all but Brynhilda, it seemed.

Dearest Bryhilda, wild, untameable Brynhilda. She was the topic of much conversation. Alf had his suspicions that Brynhilda didn’t exactly belong to the world, she was to ethereal, too much wild energy danced about her. It didn’t help that to add to her mystique were the legendary stories. She’s killed a hundred men on her own, she survived the bite of the most poisonous snake in the world, she survived being Blood Eagled. Of course, she always brushes the stories off with completely plausible explanations. Those hundred men she killed on her own? It had taken her a week, and even then she’d gotten lucky with a rock slide taking out half the force. That snake bite? The poison didn’t get too far into her system before she had been treated. The Blood Eagle? Hadn’t been completed before an army attacked.

She may be a living, breathing, legend, but she was humble. That's why people flocked to her banner. Or perhaps it was because she was kind. The people in the village had been starving thanks to the previous Jarl’s greed, but now, they had rations, enough to last them through the winter. And with the promise of a good summer’s planting, the harvest should be more bountiful. Either way, in just a few short weeks, Brynhilda’s popularity was skyrocketing. Which surprised her, if her constant look of annoyance was anything to go by.

Alf listens to the conversations around him as was his task. Brynhilda needed to divine the moods of her people in order to be successful at ruling them. She needed eyes and ears everywhere. He knew Dorfi had also been given the job, but there had to be other men and women about. Two men couldn’t share the burden of ten. If Alf knew Brynhilda like he thought he did, and he was fairly confident in his assumptions despite knowing her for such a short period of time, he knew that she was keeping the other people that worked under her a secret. She was the only one that knew all the plans. Everyone else was kept in the dark in the event of a capture, or worse, a betrayal.

The most amusing talk was that of how animals reacted around her. She had two ravens, and wherever she went, they went. One was cheeky, always playing with her hair, her clothing. Always talking to her in its own birdish way. It was fond of mead, often drinking from Brynhilda's cup. The other raven was stoic. It either stood still on her shoulder, or the best place to watch over her. You got the feeling it was always watching over her. It too drank from her cup, but very sparingly. Mostly, it ate meat from her plate.

Pigs were excited by her presence, they followed her whenever she passed by a pen, what’s more, they obeyed her when she gave them an order. If she found any strangeness in that little fact, she told no one.

Alf looks up to try and find her, desiring her biting wit to end his boredom. She sat in a corner, a raven perched on either shoulder. She’s still, looking more a menacing statue than a young girl. He can clearly see the exhaustion on her face.

She woke up before dawn to the crowing of her ravens, trained relentlessly, ate like someone four times her size, then trained more. She ran through the forest, uncaring of the potential hazards, she hunted, bringing in the best kills and sharing it with her men. At night she learned all she could from men like Alf and Dorfi, medicine women, even the greenest soldiers she pestered with questions. She maintained that you could learn a great many things, so long as you though to ask.

So yes, Brynhilda was wild, but she was kind, she could be brutal, but only if you pressed her. Mostly, she was curious, and infuriating. He thinks back to their previous conversation.

“You need to consider the dangers of attacking during winter.” Alf cautione. This had been an argument ongoing since the announcement of her plan. He knew she was pressed for time, but her plan was downright suicidal, “And you need to consider the advantages.” She argues. “Brynhilda, you want to keep your men, not freeze them.”

“Quick attacks,” she says, “on the two port cities. Here and here,” she points them out on the makeshift map. “We walk the ice, attack from the harbor where they least expect it, when they least expect it. Just before dawn, when it's darkest. Everyone will be asleep, confused.”

“Alright,” Alf says, seeing she isn't going to be persuaded, “Suppose it works the first time around, do you honestly think it'll work the second time around?”

“I considered it,” she says, nodding, “We can split the army in two, attack at the same time.”

“Who can you trust to lead the second half of your army?” he couldn't think of anyone he'd trust, not even the men who watched her grow up. “You,” came the obvious reply. Alf has to register her confession for a while. “Me?” She nods. “You owe me for freeing you,” she points out, “that's why you hung around for so long.” Damn her, she read people too well. “Do this for me, and your debt is repaid.” Alf huffs, this was a bad idea, a very bad idea, but she did have a few good points. After a long while considering his options, he heaved a sigh, “Alright,” he says, “I'll do it.”

#viking #ivar the boneless #ivar's heathen army #ivar x brynhilda #brynhilda's saga

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Capulet and Montague

GENRE • fluff uwu ; gryffindor!Chan x slytherin!reader

WORD COUNT • 4,231 or somewhere around there

A/N • I had a ton of fun writing this but the ending is pretty bad bc I've never been good at writing endings,,,, also, a note: my writing has no social or political value and nothing in my texts should be seen as anything more than a light-hearted SKZ fic,,,,enjoy!

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• there's something to be said for the love that comes from being someone's closest friend. It's a love that's often disregarded, thought not to be as strong as love between a couple.

• you and Chan first met as kids, having gone to the same elementary school.

• you were a muggle-born, but knew that magic existed growing up because of some of the crazy things you saw around Chan and his magical parents.

• Chan told you stories of a school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts, and he taught you about the events of the Battle of Hogwarts and about the legendary Harry Potter.

• it all fascinated you, and you found yourself wishing that you had abilities like Chan was sure to one day.

• not only because having magic would be super amazing, but because you knew that, in just a few months, Chan would be getting a letter telling him that he'd be going off to an amazing magical school and leaving you in your stupid, boring muggle life

• one night you got quite angry about this, and in your annoyance the lightbulb shining in your room burst into a thousand shards.

• your mother, hearing the noise, ran up to your room, took one look at the glass coating your floor, and screamed

• it seemed that she and your dad had a bet on whether or not you were a witch, and your mom just lost

• (that and she was freaked out about the fact that there was glass all over the floor and you were in the middle of it)

• the next day, you told Chan excitedly, and he took the news even better than you had expected

• while he was excited to go to Hogwarts, he dreaded leaving you — so now that he didn't have to, he couldn't wait for you both to get to school

• within a few months, you both had been whisked away from the homes you were so familiar with to a new setting, that magical castle, and had been sorted into different houses.

• while Chan was disappointed that he wasn't in the same house as you, that didn't stop him from sitting at the Slytherin table during every meal so he could see you (despite some glares he received from some competitive Slytherins)

• despite everything that had happened at Hogwarts in the past few decades, the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor still existed strongly in some students' hearts

• most people saw you and Chan as the bridge between the divide, since everyone knew you were insanely close and always had been — almost like some Romeo and Juliet type stuff.

• it was in your second year that Chan became Gryffindor's newest Keeper

• you thought it made sense that he became a keeper, since he was such a protective person by nature.

• however, not everyone in your house was so thrilled about you being besties with someone on an opposing team.

• thankfully, that was when your Slytherin side kicked in, and when the threats spilled out of your mouth.

• Chan would often apologise for your aggression, and that's when you tended to question his house placement.

• "I don't understand why you're not a Hufflepuff," you would tell him. "Sure, you're brave I guess — but you're also a huge softie who loves everyone???? You are the embodiment of uwu."

• over the years you and Chan stayed close, and it was custom for you to sit at each other's table, switching between Slytherin and Gryffindor each day.

• you did have friends other than Chan, of course. Not many, since your easily-angered nature tended to scare people away.

• there was this Slytherin named Minho who, contrastingly, was very level-headed. His Slytherin traits came in the form of his pettiness and lack of care towards existing, you had learned.

• Minho was well-liked in the school for his Quidditch skills, being one of the best Seekers Hogwarts had ever seen

• games usually ended within minutes if Minho was playing, so Chan had grown to dread Slytherin vs Gryffindor games.

• One day, in your fifth year, Chan found you in the library and crashed into a chair with his head in his arms.

• "We're going against Slytherin for our very first game," he said, a groan escaping him at a volume that earned him a stern glare from the librarian.

• "Who's the new Gryffindor seeker?" you asked with little sign of interest as you flipped the page of your magazine (yeah no you didn't go to the library to study)

• "This guy named Jeno," Chan said. "He's pretty good, but Minho's still gonna wipe the floor with us."

• You offered him a slight smile. "I mean, Slytherin has always been the best house anyway—"

• You elbowed him. "Don't worry about it. You'll do great. You always do."

• Chan seemed to light up upon hearing your encouragement, smiling at you.

• gosh, that pretty smile of his hadn't changed in all the years you knew him

• ahem

• what was that brain???????pretty smile???????

• like ofc it was pretty but why were you thinking that

• "Hey, so I've got practice now," Chan told you, "can you come with me? It'd be fun, I promise."

• you doubted that it would be as great as he made it out to be, but bc you were soft for your bestie you went with him.

• Gryffindor's captain, a tall boy you knew as Sungjin, looked between you and Chan as you approached the team.

• "A Slytherin?" he questioned, looking at Chan. "I know you two are close, but we're about to go against her house, Chris."

• "She literally couldn't care less," Chan said, and you shrugged in agreement. "Besides, nothing she could tell Minho could make him better than he already is."

• Sungjin, shrugging, agreed to let you stay.

• Chan waved to you happily as you climbed the stairs to the stands, where a boy in yellow-accented robes already sat.

• he was one of Chan's friends, a Hufflepuff named Jisung. You'd seen him playing as a Chaser, going up against Chan pretty often during games.

• he smiled at you as you sat down. "You've never come here before."

• "How would you know?" you asked. Jisung laughed.

• "Don't get defensive," he said. "I come to almost every practice. Annoys the heck out of the other teams, but there's no rule against watching another house's Quidditch practice." He smiled again, eyes moving back to the stretching Gryffindor players. "Not like I'm here to steal tactics. I just like Quidditch."

• "I had noticed," you said, sitting a couple of seats away from him.

• "So did Chan drag you here or did you offer to come?"

• It struck you as an unnecessary question, but you answered nonetheless. "He asked if I'd come, and I didn't want to disappoint him."

• Jisung grinned. "He talks about you a lot, y'know."

• "How so?"

• Jisung only raised his eyebrows, smirking at you. You didn't know how to take that — so you shrugged it off, deciding he was only teasing you for some godforsaken reason.

• Watching Chan practice was far more interesting than you had expected. Quidditch had never really been your thing, and you mainly only went to Gryffindor games to support Chan. You even missed most Slytherin games, which led to Minho teasing you about how you were so "in love" with Chan that you didn't bother going to any game he wasn't in.

• as if

• Chan was different when he was on a broom. There was a fierceness in his eyes that you never saw when he was hanging around with you.

• you had noticed years ago that Quidditch brought out Chan's Gryffindor side, and his energy spilled out into his game.

• you watched as he stopped goal after goal, a small grin spreading on your face.

• he really was incredible. His talent probably rivalled that of Minho's, but Chan had never realised that because Minho, as a seeker, was often the cause of the more noticeable game events.

• Chan was humble, you knew, but you would have been okay with him talking about his talents because honestly, he deserved to.

• when practice ended that day, Chan insisted he walk you back to your common room, despite fully knowing that he wouldn't be able to get to Gryffindor before curfew.

• you passed Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs rushing up the stairs to make it to their dorms, but you and Chan walked together slowly, enjoying each other's company. You also passed some Slytherin girls, who watched you with snake eyes (bc they're snakes not bc they're Slytherins)

• Chan stood next to you for a second longer after he said goodbye to you at the painting. He looked like he was considering something — and after a moment, he gave you a quick hug

• you had 0 idea what possessed him to do that, but you weren't complaining in the slightest

• "See you tomorrow, Y/N!" he called before waving and leaving with the brightest (and prettiest) smile you'd ever seen.

• you kept replaying that in your head as you climbed into your common room, from how warm his embrace was to the smile he left imprinted in your mind.

• it wasn't the first time Chan had hugged you, but it felt different this time. You couldn't really explain it.

• your happy moments were cut short when a group of three or so Slytherins climbed in behind you, and you recognised them as the girls you and Chan had passed earlier.

• "You know you're a traitor, right?" said one of them, brushing past you rather aggressively. "Always around with that Gryffindor kid."

• "You seem to think I care," you said. "I can't be friends with a Gryffindor? Kind of stupid logic, really."

• "You care about that Gryffindor more than you do your own house," said another.

• "Obviously," you said nonchalantly.

• the girls said some more things that got on your nerves, along the lines of "Gryffindor and Slytherin have hated each other since the beginning and that's how it'll stay", and if not for the happy-energy hug Chan had given you earlier, you'd have knocked them out about five sentences ago.

• they were about to say something particularly slap-worthy when Minho walked down the stairs into the common room.

• Minho, beloved by all, was quite talented at getting people to shut up without saying anything, and so the girls scrambled up the stairs to their dorm room.

• "Thank you," you said to him, and he shrugged.

• "Get some sleep, okay?" he said. "Don't do anything stupid about those girls."

• "No promises," you replied before wishing him a good night and trudging up the stairs.

• you only dormed with one of those girls, and you knew she'd never try anything with the other students in there with you.

• however, on your bed was a slip of parchment folded up tightly

• unfolded, it read: "Romeo and Juliet died when they tried to create a bridge between Capulet and Montague. We won't kill either of you, rest assured, but we won't hesitate to make life very difficult for you both if you keep this up."

• the girl was staring at you.

• so, not breaking eye contact, you decided to pull out one of Chan's Gryffindor scarves he had given you in fourth year on your birthday, and you slowly wrapped it around your neck and intertwined it with your own Slytherin one.

• gosh you were petty sometimes

• it was fun

• honestly you didn't understand why they cared so much?? It wasn't their business at all.

• while some Slytherins gave you trouble, majority of them didn't care and let you be. Your house really wasn't that bad, the only reason you didn't have more friends was because you were in a constant state of grr

• so why did they bother you?

• it came to you that maybe one of them liked Chan and was jealous of you, but you figured that wasn't the case.

• eventually, you just chalked it up to old values running in the family, or maybe just a competitive spirit between the houses.

• the next morning, a Sunday, a sudden flame of indignity flared up in you, and you headed to the Hufflepuff table first chance you got.

• Jisung did not at all expect to see you, based on how he jumped and dropped bacon from his mouth when you tapped him on the shoulder.

• "What are you doing here?" His mouth turned into a small smirk. "Shouldn't you be off flirting with Channie?"

• "I need you to help me make something before the Slytherin and Gryffindor match," you said. "Can you come to the library after breakfast?"

• Jisung groaned. "It's my day off and you're making me do homework?"

• despite his protest, he agreed to help you out.

• you and Chan would have sat at the Slytherin table that day, but you convinced him to let you sit with Gryffindor instead — not because you were afraid of the girls (bc that would never happen), but because you wanted to avoid Chan finding out that something had happened.

• if Chan found out that people were giving you trouble, he'd worry about it and try to do something about it, and you didn't want to give him something else to stress over.

• Chan had hoped to spend the day with you, so you had to regretfully tell him that you were gonna be busy for a big chunk of the day

• you offered to meet him outside the Gryffindor common room at 4 so you could hang out before dinner, and he seemed happy with that.

• you should have known better than to leave Chan right after those girls threatened you, because when you had finished and said bye to Chan, they came over to your best buddy.

• "Where's Y/N?" they had asked. "I thought you two always spent Sundays together."

• Chan, who knew these girls as sixth years who you had snapped at before but didn't know much more about them, told them you were busy.

• "So... She's too busy to hang out with you, but she's able to spend time with Jisung?" the one who left the note said. Chan cocked his head at that, and she jabbed a finger towards the entrance of the Great Hall, where you and Jisung had met and were leaving together.

• Chan knew better than to get jealous, though he was definitely a little confused.

• so, he decided to ask you about it when you met up later that day.

• "So... are you and Jisung close now, or...?"

• you shrugged. "He's okay, I guess. I wouldn't call us close — honestly, you and Minho are my only friends. He's just one of the few people I haven't annoyed the heck out of yet."

• Chan nodded. "Then were you guys studying today?"

• "I can't tell you," you said, trying to hide your smile. "It's, uh, a surprise."

• Though Chan didn't want to get suspicious, he didn't feel better after that chat.

• and, just like that, those Slytherin girls got into his head like any good Slytherin would.

• Chan noticed every interaction you and Jisung had, which had become more frequent in recent times due to Jisung being your help for this surprise

• the surprise was a huge, 6 foot long banner, emblazoned in colour-changing glitter with the words "Go Chan!", and in small brackets underneath, "and Slytherin".

• you figured that making that banner would not only make Chan happy, but make it clear to the Slytherin girls that your best friend meant so much more to you than Slytherin, and that nothing would come between you.

• little did you know, something already had.

• you and Jisung finished the banner two days before the Gryffindor vs Slytherin game, and after dropping the banner off in your dorm, you came down to the Great Hall where you and Chan would be eating at the Slytherin table.

• you quickly noticed that there was no red and gold amongst the green and silver, and that Chan was sitting over at the Gryffindor table.

• "Hey, why're you here instead of at the Slytherin table?" you asked as you squeezed between Chan and another Gryffindor you knew as Changbin. Chan shuffled uncomfortably.

• "I dunno, why are you always with Jisung instead of me?"

• you faltered, realising that he was upset, and Chan continued.

• "Do you like him or something?"

• "What? Gosh, no," you cried. "I don't like him! I like—"

• You cut yourself short to stop yourself from spilling too much, but your hesitance to tell him only make Chan more upset.

• "Wow, something else you won't tell me," he muttered.

• this really wasn't like him, and you were beyond confused. Chan was one of the few people who you had never gotten mad at, but by the way the conversation was going, you felt that was about to change.

• "Chan, what's gotten into you?" you asked, doing your best to stay level-headed. Chan didn't answer, chewing on his steak angrily and avoiding your eyes. That was when you blew up at him.

• "How am I supposed to help you through whatever's bothering you if you won't give me the time of day?" you yelled, standing up. "All of a sudden you're just brushing me off? I haven't even done anything!"

• Your voice was one that carried, and people had started looking. Chan, red-faced, yelled back, "You're just so in love with Jisung that you throw me aside!"

• If he was anyone else, you would have slapped him — but there was some slim of sensibility still in you that stopped you. "Joke's on you," you replied, "because the only reason I was hanging out with Jisung was for you, because you're the one I'm "just so in love" with."

• and then you stormed out.

• and geez, you really should have known better than to get mad.

• because over at the Slytherin table, three sixth year girls were smiling to themselves.

• you spent the night completely regretting what you had claimed at dinner.

• You had just confessed that you were totally in love with Chan, and it was while you were destroying the friendship you had, all the while screaming in front of the entire school.

• Earlier that day, you had finished your big surprise for the person you cared about most in the world.

• And now, all of a sudden, two days before the long-awaited Gryffindor vs Slytherin game, the closest friends in the entire school were giving each other the cold shoulder.

• This brings your total of friends to two: Minho and Jisung.

• and those friends were seriously worried. Jisung, though he wanted to comfort you, knew that it was probably better that he try to talk to Chan.

• But Chan was avoiding him. He had stopped being mad at him when you said that you liked Chan and not Jisung, but Chan was now too embarrassed and guilty to be around Jisung.

• That left Minho to look after you.

• He would glare at people who whispered when they passed you, and he'd make snarky comments that you normally would have.

• He sat with you in the corner of the common room until everyone else went into their dorms and fell asleep, so you could avoid the hush that came over your dorm when you walked in.

• You felt bad, since you knew that between Quidditch and his own relationship issues, Minho could do without babysitting you — but you were in such a quiet state that you couldn't tell him to rest.

• On the day of the game, Minho came out of his dorm in his Quidditch robes only to see you in the common room, banner-free and in pyjamas, reading a magazine.

• "Y/N," he said in a warning tone, "Y/N, come on."

• "I'm not going," you said. "Not only am I mad as heck at Chan, but half the school will be there, and I can't be bothered dealing with more stares."

• Minho had never thought anything could quench your hot-headed nature — and this did not fly with him.

• The female prefect for Slytherin, a girl named Soyeon, had just come out of her dorm, so Minho asked her to grab the banner out of your room. When she returned, Minho tucked the banner under one arm, grabbed you by the wrist, and marched you out of the Slytherin common room.

• You struggled against his grip, and you nearly slipped out a few times. The only reason Minho was able to hang on was because he had so much experience gripping on to his broom in horrible weather conditions.

• So you, still in your pyjamas, are forced to march up the stands and sit next to Jisung, delivering the banner to him.

• (It crossed your mind that you could make a break for it, but you knew Minho would hop on his broom and nyoom after you in an instant)

• Chan searched the crowd, looking through the green and silver, not expecting to see you but truly hoping he did.

• After a moment of realising that, after what happened, there was no way you'd want to sit with the other Slytherin, he looked to the miscellany of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff who decided to show up — and sure enough, there you were, pyjama-clad and sitting next to Jisung behind the glittering "Go Chan! (+ Slytherin)" banner

• the banner you had made to show the Slytherin girls that they couldn't stop you from being close with Chan, that he meant everything to you

• and as Chan realised that, all the anger he had built up spilled away instantly

• you, however, were still annoyed

• but as you watched Chan play even more desperately than ever, glancing down at you more times than he usually would, you found yourself grabbing onto the edges of the banner, a small smile spreading across your face

• After an extremely close save, a wide smile spread onto Chan's face and you saw him looking down at you.

• For a couple of moments, you shared that smile despite the physical and emotional distance between you.

• the game ended with a very close Slytherin win; Jeno, Gryffindor's newest Seeker, gave Minho more of a run for his money than he'd have liked. Based on the nervously amazed look on Minho's face when he had just barely grasped the Snitch before Jeno, you knew he'd be training even harder in future days.

• You and Jisung rushed onto the pitch, unable to reach Minho through the mob of Slytherin lifting him above their shoulders, but you could and did reach Chan.

• There was a second of hesitance for you both, before Chan swept you into his arms.

• You buried your face into his warm shoulder, tears falling onto his sleeve despite your best efforts.

• When you pulled back, Chan cupped your face and gently wiped at your tears with his thumbs, whispering, "Hey, it's okay, it's okay."

• And then, after a second, Chan gently planted an awkward kiss on your lips. There was a whoop from somewhere behind you (Jisung, you figured).

• It was a kiss that ended quickly, but got his point across.

• "I'm so sorry that I jumped to conclusions," Chan whispered. "I, um, I really liked the banner. You two made it look really nice, I appreciate it."

• "I'm glad," you said. Then you hesitated, and he noticed. He asked what was bothering you, and despite your better judgement, you decided to tell him about the Slytherin girls who were giving you trouble.

• Chan thought on it for a moment, before saying, "They were the ones who pointed out you and Jisung to me."

• That's when it clicked for you. The reason Chan had gotten mad, the sudden split between you that would have never happened on its own.

• And geez, did you have some snakes to slap.

• Chan had begun stressing over you getting bullied, but you told him you were fine. You said that you had thick skin for everyone except him, and that earned you one of Chan’s pretty smiles.

• "Let's not worry about it today, okay?" you said, taking his hand in yours. "We'll deal with it tomorrow. I want to...catch up."

• So you and Chan rejoined Jisung, who Chan fervently apologised to. Then the three of you followed the Minho-carrying mob to the Great Hall, where you ate at the Slytherin table (it was custom, after all).

• In the next few days, you, Chan, Jisung and Minho reported the bullying to Soyeon, who passed the message on to your head of house.

• The bully who you dormed with was moved to a different room, and replaced with a much more pleasant girl who you could even befriend one day, who knows?

• No Slytherin gave you and Chan trouble, and Gryffindors would often whoop and holler when you and Chan held hands at their table.

• As winter came, you and Chan were sitting out in the snow, fingers interlocked as you watched the Slytherin Quidditch team flying around in the distance.

• Chan looked at you, and planted a kiss on your cheek.

• "I love you too," he said rather suddenly. You looked at him, confused, and he smiled.

• "I know I can't exactly compare to announcing it in front of the whole school in a fit of rage, but I wanted you to know."

• and as you squeezed his hand tighter, whispering that you loved him as well, you could tell that the bridge between Capulet and Montague had been completed.

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lemonhemlock · 5 months

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Ok so I went through your Helaemond tag a little bit and had complete whiplash because do not cite the deep magic to me etc., I was shipping it when it was me and iskarieot writing unhinged posts about BTS scenes for the Helaemond adult actors before the episode with them even aired. I dipped around the finale or maybe a little before (I have zero recollection) and had NO idea of the fandom furore lmao. I wrote one of the first Helaemond fics in the AO3 tag (💅) and was literally just mainlining the spice melange ok. I was seeing things my terrible purpose

I cannot believe it got this out of control???? All the moralising??? Nobody (all 5 of us) gave a fuck about team Black/team Green and it wasn't intended to discredit either side at all, although I did love the idea of Alicent's children doing the same shit as Rhaenyra - that was more because I love death misery and despair and Alicent/Rhaenyra parental role-model family tumbleweed free-for-all. You made our children like this!!! lesbian parthenogenesis so true so true

Anyway I really enjoyed the dark courtly romance of it all, one of the things which specifically interested me is that Aegonfail sloppy wet wish-I'd-been-born-a-girl-to-marry-Rhaenyra's-kids-aka-my-cousins-nephews is bad at practising Targcest since he's not interested in Helaena in the one scene that started it all, which is like, a Good Thing Perhaps, but Helaemond is also a little bit True Love, and so everything is lovely and fucked up. It made all the characters much more interesting because you get complexity added to three, even four characters in one fell swoop, illegitimate children or nay. Power is a shadow on the wall etc. I didn't actually like, have a dog in this illegal child fighting ring; I am interested in the way these characters interact with, resist, covet the feudal system/positions therein, the way men and women alike negotiate what power is afforded based on sex and arbitrary inheritance, and being in love with the wrong brother who has the Audacity to not want to Practise Incest, and so on and so forth. (This is my extrapolation anyway. I think it's interesting that dragonboy cannot dragonboy but also has the most beautiful dragon ever and is going to be the king styled after the vewy fiwst Aegon. At least one Targ has gotta have a bit of an ick with this whole business and Mummy's Number One Boy who's passed out drunk and doesn't even wunna rule has to be it for me).

I want to end this ask with an apology because I feel partially culpable, for some reason. I'm literally just a tumblrina nobody but at the very least I can say at ground zero (I didn't see your posts back then but also if you were There, you were There as well ofc - I'm sorry I didn't go back that far through your tag or see you mention when you started shipping it, and also Everybody Matters in fandom no matter when you join, and I want us all to hold hands, and I hate when we fight cries) it was never ill-intentioned. We were just crazy

My goodness, what an interesting piece of lore. 😅 You certainly pointed out a few of the themes that make helaemond appealing from a shipping point of view. The fact that you started to ship it just based on the actors' BTS just goes to show how perceiving a random interaction can open up new perspectives.

I personally started posting a few weeks after the season finale, but, like many people, my helaemond eyes opened just watching the dinner table scene (in conjunction with the Driftmark conversation between aegond regarding Helaena it was just a compounded thing).

And, of course, like you said it was never really meant to be anything other than a fun ship to play around with! I had very little clue about the endless moralising that was about to follow - November 2022 me would tell you it's goofy af to be so stuck up about another incest ship in THEE incest show and, honestly, she'd be right.

So, there's absolutely no need to apologise, we were all just trying to vibe within the freak slice of fandom. I don't think anyone started ~peddling this ship as an inside job against team green or to discredit Alicent or whatever the hell other chronically-online interpretation I've heard. :))

Personally, I know I've used this as a pretext to procrastinate from my actual responsibilities and it was definitely.....interesting.....to witness all the varied reactions, some more unhinged than others, but, at this point, all of us need to step back a little and chill, because there's nothing really to debate anymore. It's the time for fan artists and fic writers to shine.

#or for context-imaginers / fic prompters etc 😅#ask #anon #helaemond

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hnrywinchester · 5 years

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Fare Thee Well - - Chapter 13

Summary: She hasn’t seen Gabriel since he died nine years ago, then a phone call changes everything.

Pairing: Gabriel x OFC

Series Warnings: ANGST, smut, swearing, character deaths, PTSD Gabriel, canon compliant

Beta’d by: @aquietuniverse

Words: 5k

The bar was bustling, but the four people sat in the back corner booth paid no mind. On one side was two brothers, they’d saved the world once or twice without so much as a thank you, and they’d do it again in a heartbeat if they had to. On the opposite, a fallen archangel and the human woman he’d fallen head over heels for. His eyes fell to her every few minutes, just so he could look at her. Most times she didn’t even notice. When she turned to talk to him, his head would always dip ever so slightly, bringing his ears closer to her so as not to miss one syllable of whatever it was she had to say. One might think it was because the bar was loud, but no, anyone would see him doing the same thing in a silent room or the back of a car, it was a habit at this point. When she laughed her head would fall onto his shoulder and his face would turn to rest against hers, smiles mirroring each other’s. It was a palpable kind of love, one you could feel when they were in the room. It was visible and infectious, unquestionable and undeniable. “Okay, so one time I was hunting a ghoul in Arkansas, whatever, things are nasty. But this chick, man… she made that whole shit show so worth it,” Dean retold, the neck of his fourth beer nestled between his fingers, “Crazy, the things she could do… flexible-“ “All right, that’s enough,” Sam laughed from beside him, stopping the story before it got too graphic. “No no! I wanna hear the rest!” Gabriel insisted, throwing his empty whiskey glass down onto the table as his other hand ran absentmindedly up and down the thighs across his lap. Liv clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes as her head fell back against the wall. The alcohol was swimming through her blood stream now and she welcomed that familiar floating buzz. The hands on her legs were warm and soothing, if she could stay wrapped in a moment forever this one was in the running. “What? Not like I could tell any of my stories…” Gabriel pouted, fingers briefly dancing along her side causing her to quickly convulse in defense, “I don’t think you’d appreciate them knowing all your tricks.” “Gabe!” she scolded through gritted teeth, bolting up and grabbing his forearm in warning. He responded to her threat with a kiss, pressing his lips gently to hers and just as quickly as it had come, her anger washed away. Maybe it was the booze or the way his hair brushed against her forehead but her heart swelled in her chest. He’d been around for thousands of years and in a conversation centered around their ‘best hits’, he was rendered quiet so as not to embarrass her. Now, she knew he also could be keeping hush because he didn’t want to bring up his past flings but they’d talked about them before, no reason he couldn’t have now. “So go on,” Gabriel urged, turning his attention back to the man across from him. “She could put her feet behind her head,” Dean bragged, “and hold them there. For awhile.” “Oh. Love that. ‘Nother round?” The table erupted in agreement and the angel tapped the knees locking him in place. She regrettably lifted them, craning her neck around to watch him as he walked off. His slightly bowed legs gave him an unmistakable sway, the hair on the back of his head unruly and curling behind his ears just the way she liked. He was the epitome of perfection. It was at that moment she knew without a doubt that it was the alcohol talking, and she was loving every minute of it. “I’ll admit it,” Dean confessed, snapping her from her trance, “I was wrong.” “What?” she questioned, turning back around and looking at him, lip turned up in confusion. “About you and him. I never thought it was… real. I was wrong.” “Well, uh, thanks? I guess?” Gabriel returned moments later, four beers in his hands and a waitress trailing behind with four distinct shots on a tray. Tequila. Each occupant of the booth had a different reaction at the sight of the lime embellished glass shooters. Dean rubbed his hands together excitedly, his tongue shooting out from between his teeth as he eyed the cute, brunette waitress when she set his on the table in front of him. Sam groaned, knowing the headache he would undoubtedly wake up with in the morning but still unable to resist taking his. Liv smirked, she’d had many a wonderful nights under tequila’s spell with the man who was sliding into the booth beside her. He remembered, and he wanted it again. “You a tequila girl, Liv?” Dean asked skeptically, winking at the server one last time before she walked off. The corner of Gabriel’s mouth ticked as he watched the smile spread across her face. This was his favorite Liv, inhibitions gone and a little drunk. He watched as her eyebrow raised confidently, Dean was about to be proven very wrong. To start, she pulled her lime off the rim and then turned to Gabriel, holding it in front of his lips. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he complied opening them and allowing her to wedge the slice between his teeth. His eyes went wide with a little shock but mostly excited anticipation as she turned back forward and grabbed the glass with her thumb and forefinger. When her tongue darted out to lick the salt from the rim, he felt a little jolt in his stomach, she was going to be the death of him. Soon enough he’d have her like this all the time, she was going to put that ‘archangels could only be killed by another archangel’ rule to the test, he just knew it. Sam and Dean watched intently as she tipped her head back, draining the liquid in one fell swig, the little cough they expected from the burn of the liquor as it slid down her throat never came. She was tougher than she looked. She gave the boys a self-assured glare before grabbing Gabriel’s chin between her fingers and pulling him to hers, her tongue sweeping in to pull the lime wedge from his lips. Keeping her grip on his face, she squeezed the juice from the fruit, his eyes glazed over in unhindered adoration and titillation. Her gaze was dark and absolutely intoxicating as she pulled the rind from her teeth, he’d never felt this hypnotized ever before in his life. When she closed the distance between them again, her tongue pushed between his lips and he could taste the tequila and lime still lingering and it took every ounce of his self control to not grab her and throw her across the table. “Do that again,” he growled loud enough for only her to hear as they separated, foreheads and noses still touching, “and we’re having sex right here and now.” “Promise?” she breathed, tongue flicking out across her bottom lip. Oh she was pushing every boundary and limit, and she knew it. Well two could play this game and he’d launch his own attack when she was least expecting it. “Can you two not…” Dean complained from across the table, “we’re in public and you’re eye fucking each other so hard I feel like I have to pay you. Have some decency.” “Sorry…” she chastised, grabbing her beer and swigging it, keeping her eyes locked on Dean now. The hunter understood some of the allure now. God damn… and somehow this quirky, sarcastic winged prick got to go home with her every night? Sometimes life wasn’t fair. “Dean’s just jealous ‘cause he’s striking out with not one, but two people here tonight,” Gabriel implied, his voice ringing with a hint of caution, “It’ll be him and righty-tighty-all-nighty at this rate.” “Shut up,” Dean snapped, causing the other two occupants of the table to erupt into laughter. “You’ve lost your touch.” “Oh? I’ll show you…” They all watched as Dean stalked off in the direction of that cute, brunette waitress that had brought their shots to the table, his steps growing more and more confident the closer he got. Maybe he did still have a little of that former charm and magic. Gabriel leaned over and pressed his lips to Liv’s again, this time his kiss sweet and slow and she couldn’t hold back the smile and soft drunken giggle that escaped as his stubble tickled against her jaw. Sam couldn’t help the grin that twitched at the corner of his mouth. It was almost refreshing being around them, their pure, unbridled happiness was contagious. It almost made him forget where they were going tomorrow, who they had a one-time chance of fooling. While the other members of the group didn’t seem concerned, Sam knew there was no way this all went as planned. “Well look at him,” Gabriel commented as he peered over at Dean flirting against the bar, “looks like he may have actually worked his way in. You two wanna go? He can drive himself home, yeah?” Liv and Sam agreed. She was ready to have Gabriel all to herself, the tequila finally taking effect. The angel quickly flew them home, Sam immediately stalking off towards his room as soon as they’d landed. The couple watched him walk off, both of their carefree mindsets stumbling a little. While they hadn’t expected him to stay around, they knew what they’d been doing all night, him walking off without so much as a word was jarring. “I’m gonna go take a shower real quick,” Liv informed Gabriel, leaning up to kiss his cheek before walking off. As the water cascaded down around her, she was lost in her thoughts. The hot steam trapped within the glass doors was thick and heavy, almost making it hard to see. If there was one thing she loved about this bunker, it was the water pressure and the scalding temperatures that the water reached. She was humming a song she couldn’t even remember the name of, something catchy that had played over the bar’s speakers, simply letting the spray warm her skin, enjoying the peace and quiet. Gabriel shook his head as he watched her. She was so caught up in her own world she hadn’t heard him come in and open the door to her stall. How the hell she survived in her field of work was a mystery to him sometimes. His eyes followed the droplets that trailed down her back, marveling at the sights before making himself known. Slowly, he slid in, his presence still unknown, and wrapped both of his arms around her middle, his chest pressing into her back. He expected her to jump, or scream, or at least startle, but she didn’t. He could see her face lift into a smile as her arms snaked over his. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice deep and husky. “Hey,” she replied, her smile growing up into her eyes. “You have the worst reflexes and senses of any hunter I’ve ever met.” “Or maybe I was just expecting you.” It was his turn to smile now, “Am I that predictable?” “Little bit.” There was no way he was letting her win this one. This was supposed to be his great retribution for her antics at the bar. Looks like he had to up the ante. He hummed in appreciation as his lips pressed against her neck, his beard leaving a little trail of red as he traveled upward towards her ear. Ever so slightly, she pushed herself farther back into him as her body grew flush at his motions. The water was warm, but Gabriel was warmer as he cradled her tightly against him. “You’ve… always had a thing for showers,” she sputtered, her throat going dry as his mouth began dragging across it. “Oh? What else do I have a thing for?” he inquired, enjoying that his plan was working. Liv felt her knees buckling at his tone, “Um… the back of my car….” “Mhmm.” “The uh… standing. Standing up.” “Ah. Do you know why I like standing up?” In one swift motion he spun her in his arms and hoisted her up around his waist, her back pressing into the wet tile. Her legs immediately wrapped around him as her hands shot to his shoulders for stability she knew she didn’t need, he had her. His eyes were hard as they bore into hers, the normally golden hue a darker amber as he waited for her response. She couldn’t think straight. His mouth was parted slightly, his hair dripping and plastered around his face and neck. It wasn’t fair. No one was supposed to look this good soaking wet. The only response she could muster was a single shake of her head. Finally, payback was his. “Because, when you’re like this, it’s up to me and me alone to turn you into a quivering, whimpering mess,” he began, nipping his mouth against the curve of her chin, “It’s my responsibility to take care of you properly, to give you what you deserve.” His lips had traveled to the hollow behind her ear and she couldn’t help the needy whine that fell from her throat. Her stomach was knotted so tight she could hardly breathe and as badly as she wanted relief this torture was exquisite. Every nerve was aching to be touched, but he kept his hands on the back of her thighs; she couldn’t believe the fire searing over her skin from his words alone. She hadn’t noticed, but he had, that her body had gone completely slack in his hold. “I like it when you give up control for once in your fucking life, like this, right now… limp in my arms… waiting,” he snarled, every word tightening that knot further. Of course he was right. It was rare when she submitted to anyone completely, even him. She was chalking it up to the alcohol, but deep down she knew that every once in awhile, she needed this. Her breath was coming out in jagged pants now, her eyes snapped shut as she did exactly what he said she was: waiting. The water still spraying out from beside them now felt cold on her overheated skin. “When you’re mine…” he finished, pulling a groan from her as she locked her fingers into the hair on the back of his head. Gabriel laughed. That was worth it. He typically wasn’t the type for this kind of thing, but she’d earned it tonight. She always seemed to enjoy it when it did happen, and pulling this response from her was always deeply satisfying. “Even after all these years, huh?” he asked, his voice back to it’s normal playful tone. “Mhmm,” she hummed, unable to form a word, a breathy laugh escaping as she smiled. “Let me help you out then sweetheart,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her bottom lip. Shifting her slightly he lined up, pulling her down on top of him and her groan of relief that echoed off the walls was downright depraved. “Shit… I didn’t even touch you,” he whined as his hips easily slid flush with hers. “Keep talking,” she begged, squeezing her legs around his lower back. They’d had their fair share of sex in their heyday, but this, he thought, this had to take the cake. Never had she ever been so responsive and desperate for him. He began to move inside her, short shallow thrusts and within seconds he could already feel her tensing and trembling; this was some kind of record. “No one else has ever given you what you needed, have they?” he started again, obeying her request, “They could never make you feel what I can, not even if they tried.” “No,” she whimpered, “wouldn’t want them to.” “You come undone for me, only me.” “Yes.” “Let me feel it then.” At his command she felt that coil in her stomach release and the wave of endorphins wash through her. All she cared about was him. In that moment she’d do anything he asked of her. Years of desperation and frustration were washing away, relief settling deep within her bones. When his mouth finally pressed against hers, soft and sweet, she couldn’t deny that right here and now, she felt complete.

“That’s my girl,” he praised against her lips, the fog finally starting to clear. At his words of praise she whimpered, he knew every single one of her buttons and exactly when to push them. She needed more of him, all of him. Roughly, she grabbed his face in her hand and pulled him back to hers, kissing him hard, her tongue begging for entrance against his lips. “Made for you,” she affirmed, kissing his face as it scrunched in desperation. She knew how to use her chips just as well as he did his own. He hissed as her words sent a shockwave searing through him, his pace picking up and growing more and more erratic with every glide of her body against his. Their tongues battled for dominance now, his taking a slight upper hand as he finally slid one hand from behind her thigh to grip her hip. She was absolutely the most perfect thing this Earth had ever created. “I love you,” she cooed, her fingers falling to that magic spot behind his ear, “You’re all I’ll ever want, all I’ve ever wanted.” Suddenly, she felt her thighs trembling again, that familiar pressure building in her stomach. She hadn’t been expecting it and it’s sudden re-emergence caught her off guard. He could tell, and he pushed back his own impending release, trying to get her to her own first. “Don’t stop,” she begged, clawing at his back as she wrapped herself around him. “Not stopping,” he assured, hoping he could keep good on that promise. “Oh… god please…” “Not God. Met him a few times though.” If she hadn’t been so worked up she would have rolled her eyes and laughed, but right now her body was burning as it waited for release. She went completely limp in his embrace, giving him whatever range of motion he needed to relieve her of the weight bearing down on her core. “Gabriel…” she sighed, her voice hoarse. Hearing her moan his name like that was sinful, there was no way he could hold back much longer. His hand shot between them as he began pressing and circling over her in hopes she’d reach her own ecstasy before the dam broke loose. Within seconds of his fingers beginning their dance, she was screaming, the sound muffled by his shoulder as she buried her face into his body. As soon as he felt that familiar tightening he let his own guttural groan rip from his chest, pulling her impossibly closer to him. His hand tangled into her hair as he grunted against her head, his twitching, uncontrollable thrusts slowing as he finally relaxed. “Fuck…” she sighed, releasing the grip in his hair in favor of slow, scratching affections. “Yeah… I know,” he agreed, “you’re impressed. I get it. I’ll give you a second.” She laughed, “Have I told you how lame you are lately?” “Not lately, no.” Their eyes finally met again, both sparkling with mischief and love. She tilted her head in and kissed him, the urgency was gone, replaced with gratitude and devotion for the man in front of her. “You’re fucking lame,” she whispered, running her hands down his chest as they parted. “Yeah? Well my lame ass just blew your mind, again, and don’t try to deny it,” he bragged, diving in towards her throat to plant sloppy, open mouthed kisses across. Slowly, he shifted her down onto her feet, already missing her warmth and the security of her embrace. He spotted her shampoo on the shelf behind her and snatched it, lathering up his own hair before turning his attention to her. His fingers raked and scrubbed against her scalp, relaxing her into a deep sense of serenity and bliss. He turned her to face forward, his fingers working the base of her skull and neck now, rubbing her permanently tensed muscles with gentle fervor. Her head fell forward as she relaxed, letting him continue with no resistance. “You met him a few times? Really?” she teased as he pulled his hand away, leaning back against him. “Yeah.. not my best. Also not my worst. In my defense, I was pretty distracted…” he defended, leaning down and pecking his lips on hers. “No. Not your worst.” “So no one else, huh?” His question shocked her. He’d asked as his arms had come around her waist, hands flat against her stomach, which then dropped beneath his touch. She wasn’t sure she wanted to give him that answer. She knew it wasn’t unreasonable, no way he expected her to tell him that she’d decided to wait indefinitely for him, it still felt wrong to have ever been touched by anyone else as she stood there in his arms. “What?” she stammered, and he could feel her body tense. “Did you mean it, when you said no one else could do that to you?” he clarified, dragging the tip of his nose along her cheek. “Yes.” “Why?” “They didn’t care enough to try. I didn’t care enough to convince them. I just wanted you.” Guilt seeped into his chest as she turned to look at him. Her lips were settled in a happy little smile, but he didn’t share in the sentiment. He felt like she’d punished herself over the years, that even when he was gone he’d still held her back. Granted, he knew she hadn’t been the most sexually liberated woman when they’d met, he’d thought he’d changed that, but now it seemed that that side of her was reserved for him. Whether it was by choice or subconsciously he wasn’t completely sure, but from what she’d just said, it seemed more of a choice. “Guess I have a lot to make up for then,” he promised, tilting her head back into the spray to rinse the soap from her hair. They finished their shower in silence, passing kisses and lingering touches filling the quiet perfectly. When they emerged from the glass stall, every surface was covered in tiny droplets of condensation, the result of the too long shower, even their towels were slightly damp. They laughed as they discovered the consequences of their actions, Gabriel opting to help them along with a quick snap of his fingers. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, his hands were on her again. He couldn’t help it. An old T-shirt of his she’d kept throughout the years draped loosely around her shoulders, hanging down to the middle of her thighs, and the flood of memories that washed through him set his actions into autopilot. He remembered slow, lazy mornings and frantic, touch-starved nights. With every hour that passed back in her orbit he felt as if one apart washed away. They were settling back into exactly how things were before, better in fact, and he couldn’t stop chasing that high. All she ever wanted was standing in front of her, his fingers digging into her hips, hair hanging shaggily into his face. He looked happy, genuinely, unabashedly happy to be alive. His smile sparkled into his squinted eyes as he laughed with her, dimples pressed so far into his cheeks she thought they would never disappear again, and she hoped they wouldn’t. She was still a little drunk and the surge of serotonin he’d sent coursing through her lingered so it felt like she was floating through a dream. For a moment she considered maybe she was, this felt too good to be true, but the feeling of his lips and hands against her were far better than the justice her memories had given him. “Come here,” he beckoned as he laid back onto the bed, his arms open wide for her to crawl into. When she was near it was if her aura itself pushed the pain away, blocking behind a light and power only she could emit. There was no doubt or uncertainty, it was life just the way he wanted it. Finally. “Tired?” he whispered as his thumb ran up and down her arm. “Mhmm,” she mumbled in response. He felt her slowly drifting off to sleep. Her breathing deepened and her body went slack against him, leaving his mind to wander in her silence. He wasn’t concerned about his trip to Lucifer, from what Castiel had told him earlier he was really down on his luck, it would be easy to fool him. However, taking her into another dimension with a radioactive Michael was really putting a pit in his joy. The Michael he had known was a dick, but this one seemed worse. This one had been playing God for far too long and he had a pretty good idea of just how that would have warped his older brother’s already flawed mindset. He hated the humans enough as it were, ready to torch the world based on nothing more than a half-assed request from an absent father. There was no telling what he would do to a human that had, for lack of a better term, corrupted an archangel. That’s how he would see it, Gabriel knew. Then his mind wandered further down it’s path of familiar destruction and he considered that this could be the last night he spent like this, pinned down with her hair splayed across his chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing may soon cease to exist. At the thought, he clutched her in a little tighter, feeling his lungs constrict as he pushed back his tears. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop her, and he wasn’t risking any form of coercion, but as he pressed his lips firmly into her hair he wished she’d consider it. “Hey…” she slurred, the tightening of his grip rousing her from the light sleep she’d fallen into, “what’s the matter?” “Nothin’ sweetheart, go back to sleep,” he lied, he could hear the pain in his voice and he knew she did too. Clumsily, she shifted, pressing her chest flat against his and reaching up to gently grab each curve of his jaw in her hands. When her lips pressed against his he felt his sob catch in his throat, he didn’t know if it was a cry of relief or fear, maybe both. She was pouring her soul into her movements, her lips pressing and dragging slowly and comforting, nothing motivating her beyond easing whatever anguish he was feeling. She continued until she felt him loosen and his reciprocated kiss eased into her own. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” she assured as she kissed the tip of his nose, “you’re home.” Deep down she knew he’d always be a little afraid, anyone would be, but it was her goal to push back as much as she could. She continued her revering touches, pressing her lips to the lids of his closed eyes, then up onto his brow before one final press to his forehead. He needed more still. His hand slid against her cheek and he redirected her back to his mouth, grabbing hers with more vigor and urgency than she had his. “I love you, you know,” he sighed, pressing his forehead into hers as his eyes pinched shut. “I know,” she replied with a smile, brushing her fingers down the side of his face, “You look tired, love.” “I am.” He was. That weariness he’d felt since he’d been pulled free had faded but was still very much present. Particularly in times like this, when it was quiet and peaceful, he felt it the most. While his body begged for a few hours of rest he didn’t want to miss one single second of what he was living, because now he knew it could be ripped away without a moment's notice. “Tell me what you need,” she requested, dipping her head to press her lips to his chest. Now seemed like a better time than any. “I don’t want you to go,” he confessed, “across that rift.” “Gabe…” “I need you. You asked me what I needed and that’s the answer. We don’t know what’s over there, or who’s over there… I’ve seen you knocking on death’s door once already, I can’t do it again. I’m not gonna tell you what you can and can’t do, but I will ask you to please… stay here. For me?” His words reverberated through her. Every instinct she had was telling her that staying behind was a bad idea. She needed to be with him, not stuck behind waiting for him… again. A piece of her wanted to be offended, it was like he had no faith in her abilities or skills. She’d proven to him time and time again she was no damsel-in-distress, but then she remembered being laid out, hanging on by athread less than two weeks before. He’d been there. He’d seen it. She knew that seeing her like that wouldn’t have been easy for him and being forced to walk away was probably even harder. Rowena would also be staying behind, surely there would be some work to be done behind the scenes as well. For me? For him… TAGS: @idabbleincrazy @analisespn @nodistressdamsel @morganas-pendragons

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A Work in Progress

This was a draft that I never got around to finishing until I was moved by all the support you guys were giving me...AND IT’S STILL NOT ACTUALLY COMPETE but I figured I would “talk” you all through the ending LOL Read on and you’ll understand.

Oh, and happy holidays!

“I would move a mountain for you.”

The tears started flowing and she couldn’t stop them. An ache settled deep within her chest as the book she was reading began to get blurry before her watery eyes. She lived for the pain and angst of romance novels, but she could never live through the misery of unrequited love herself.

“Sona?”

Speaking of...

She felt heavy fingers brush through her fine hair as the naked body behind her began to stir.

She wiped at the tears with the heavy sheets. “Hmm?” she asked, though her voice squeaked at the end.

“Sona, are you crying?”

“No,” she lied, even as she craned her neck back to see the sleepy demon prince rise from his sleep.

He rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched her with concern in his eyes. “What happened?”

Sona shook her head. “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

“It’s not nothing if you’re crying.” He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around so she was resting on his chest. “Now tell me what Kai, the mighty Prince of Hell, can do for you.”

She rolled her eyes in amusement but closed her book to settle closer to him. “I was just reading a book.”

“Ah,” Kai murmured as if that told him everything. “What happened this time? The dragon ate the knight in shining armour and now the princess has to marry the big, scary beast?”

She cut him a look. “No, worse.”

“Worse?” he asked in an exaggerated voice. “What’s worse than being forced to marry a dragon?”

Burying her face into his chest, Sona took a deep breath. “Not knowing if the one you love loves you back,” she whispered. “The hero is about to die and he thinks the heroine is in love with somebody else. All he wants is for her to feel loved and do you know what he said just now, right as he was about to take his last dying breath?” She punctuated her words with tiny jabs at his chest.

Kai was tracing little circles along the back of her neck, comforting her. “What did he say?” he asked softly.

“He said he would move a mountain for her.” Sona sniffled and squeezed her eyes shut to hold back the tears. “A whole mountain!”

He let her wallow in her own sorrow for a moment. She clung to his chest, relishing in the comfort he provided but also wishing she could finish her novel at the same time. There was quite a bit left and she knew there were twists and turns around the corner. She just had to get through those to reach the happy ending.

Sona felt the little scoff that came from Kai. She rose her head and narrowed her eyes, daring him to laugh at her emotions.

He didn’t look at her, just continued to watch the spot on her shoulder where he drew shapes and lines. “He said he would move a mountain? Just one?” The corner of his lips kicked up as he gave her a sly look. “I’d part the seas and move a whole mountain range to create its own island if my woman wanted it.”

She snorted and laid her head back down. “This isn’t a competition.” She began tracing her own little drawings on his palm. “Besides, he’s a human, Mr. Mighty Prince of Hell. You’re not allowed to compare your powers to us.”

“You’re a pretty strong human yourself, Little Miss Wicked Witch of the West,” he teased. “I’m sure you could move a mountain or two yourself if you wanted.”

“I just got lucky at birth,” she said, referring to her ability to cast spells that influenced the weather. Then she thought about how her abilities got her to this place, running from her King straight into the arms and bed of the “enemy.” “Or maybe I got unlucky,” she mumbled with a shrug.

Kai gave a deep sigh but he kept his mouth shut. Sona knew how much he hated it when she disliked her own powers, but she had only started learning to contain the self-hate.

Growing up, Sona was raised in a kingdom of humans, where everybody was the same and nobody knew about the supernatural. Then her mom gave birth to a daughter who, at the age of 6, could ask a cloud to rain upon her mother’s crops in the middle of a drought that had originally caused a mass famine.

At first, the villagers had been frightened of Sona...until hunger took over and they knocked on her mother’s door to ask for rain on their own lands.

Though her mother had started with lies, saying there was no such thing as magic, Sona saw the desperation in her neighbours’ eyes and gave the farmers some rain during the night when nobody could see.

Her village flourished and things were great as Sona grew older. There was only one summer where officials were suspicious. It was hard enough to grow produce on the side of the mountain, but Sona’s mother was bringing carts and carts of crops to the market everyday.

After they had a suspicious official search their home, Sona knew she couldn’t overdo it with the weather anymore. She kept low until a second drought hit her kingdom years later.

The new King had heard of the remarkable growth of Sona’s village and sent soldiers to interrogate the people.

She didn’t like to think about that day because it was the last time she saw her mother before being dragged away to the King’s court.

There, her powers were honed and abused. She was locked up for days until she could cause floods that filled all the rice paddies, till she could bring the sun out in the middle of the night.

And she was forced into an engagement with the King.

It wasn’t until one of her guards saw her plans for an escape that he helped her leave the walls of the kingdom. She walked for days and days until she came upon a town inhabited by what she thought were monsters.

She remembered blacking out before waking up to see Kai’s face.

“What are your plans for today?” he asked, changing the subject and pulling her out of her reverie.

She smiled to herself, thinking of the past month where he patched her up and introduced her to a spellcaster in his outcast town who helped build her skills. Kai was the leader of this town on the other side of the mountain and she grew to love him day by day.

Which was why she wasn’t surprised when he told her he was a demon prince, banished from hell to live out his life on Earth.

Sona played with the chain around his neck. “I think I’ll go visit Mr. Oh this afternoon and bring his family some cake. It’s his grandson’s birthday.” Mr. Oh was the spellcaster who was surprised by Sona’s powers and excited to work with her. He was like a father figure to her. “What’s this?” she asked, pointing at the clover on Kai’s chain.

“It’s the protection charm you gave me,” he explained. She had given Kai a coin with a protection spell on it the day Mr. Oh had taught it to her. “I didn’t know where to keep the coin so I got it melted down into a clover and attached it to my neck. Now I won’t be able to lose it.”

She felt a smile cracking through her lips. “I like it.” She leaned up to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

He rolled her over to deepen it. “You’ll like this too.”

Sona moaned as a hand skated up her side, brushing her nipple in a tease.

And this was where her conscious fought with her.

The relationship she shared with Kai was so perfect, yet neither of them knew where they stood. When she had first climbed into his bed, it was like a magnet had brought them together. After that, they were unable to spend a night apart. And during the day, she longed to be close to him. She wanted to share all her thoughts and ideas with him.

But she knew his greatest wish was to go back home. Things were difficult on Earth, especially in a town where it rained often. And many days were a gloomy grey. In the middle of a week of rain, Sona broke her own rules just to part the clouds and let the sun peak through a bit.

She didn’t realize her heart would be the one to warm up when she saw Kai watching her with awe and pride.

So, selfishly, she tried everything she could to make him happy. She wanted him to stay despite knowing it was futile. He deserved to go back home, where he could be treated like the prince he was.

And where humans weren’t allowed unless they were dead.

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OK I’ve let this “first chapter” sit here for a long while and I’ve tried to come back to it but I can’t so here is the rest of the plot:

The next day, they wake up to their village being seized by Sona’s kingdom’s army. Kai fights them and wins, but a soldier named Baekhyun finds Sona. Baekhyun is the one who freed Sona in the first place so even though Kai is like “WTFFFF IMMA KILL YOU,” Sona is like “lemme talk to Baekhyun.” Baek is like “yo, I admit defeat but like...you gotta come back with me to your kingdom.”

Kai is pissed.

Sona (the reasonable person she is) asks “why?”

Baekhyun: If you don’t, the king is gonna burn down the whole kingdom.

The kingdom is on the other side of the mountain. The inland side, so it doesn’t get much rain.

In comparison, Kai’s village is on the side of the mountain that faces the ocean and therefore gets hella rain.

The proper term for all of this is “rain shadow.” For reference, think of North America’s Rocky Mountains LOOOL

ANYWAY, Sona’s kingdom is dying once again because it’s a desert and only she was able to grow FUCKEN RICE IN A DESERT. So the king is calling her back or else he’s gonna set fire to a kingdom of starving people.

And why is Baekhyun so worried? BECAUSE HE’S GOT A GIRL BACK THERE ;______; He was ready to wife her!!!!!

Sona is like “nooooo :( moral duties!”

Kai’s like “FJKDALGHDKALFJDKSLJFDKALHGDKLSJ YOU CAN’T GO.....OK I KNOW YOU WANNA GO REALLY BAD BUT...JFKDALGHKS ok but like I’m coming.”

Sona’s like “no the humans hate demons. they’re gonna kill you :(((((((((( This is my fight.”

Kai’s like “LISTEN. TO. ME. LINDA.”

Ofc he has to be heroic and shit so Sona’s like “FINE. But you are only gonna be chaperoning me. I am NOT risking ur ass by taking you into a kingdom that hates anything ~magical~”

Kai agrees but more like “k watever”

ANYWAY, THEY GO.

Here is where I had a dilemma LOL I wanted them to go on a motorcycle because KIM JONGIN IS SO HOT ON A MOTORCYCLE LMFAO but why would a demon from a poor wittle village have a motorcycle....

So in my head, they rode on some motorcycle thingy that had a big black cloud veil and whatnot while Baekhyun rode his horse with the other nearly-dead soldiers behind them lol

They arrive at the kingdom and Kai is pissed af because he’s worried :( Yeah I hate when men do this because it’s a really bad way to channel your emotions but men are dumb and never change ALAS!

They get in a big fight and Sona has to leave to go into the kingdom while they’re still angry/ignoring each other.

Kai is all haughty and fuming, waiting in a tree and shit while he watches Sona be escorted past the gates of the kingdom....and the moment she is gone, HE STARTS REGRETTING EVERYTHING LMFAO

jokes on you!

Sona agrees to whatever the king says (idk what he says, lol my imagination didn’t care about this king) BUT THE KING GOES BACK ON HIS WORD BECAUSE HE’S SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT HIS KINGDOM IS PERISHING DUE TO CIRCUMSTANCES OUT OF HIS CONTROL YET EVERYBODY THINKS IT’S HIS OWN FAULT so he sets fire to everything including himself. I feel like his brain’s going “If I can’t rule this kingdom, THEN NOBODY SHALL!”

He dies, but his orders were to have soldiers scattered around the kingdom so that once the king’s castle was lit on fire, these soldiers would know to start fires in their own places too.

Thankfully, they’re not ALL dumb as shit. Some decide that this is actually a bad idea, so they help evacuate whoever they can.

Ofc, our heroine helps too :’) She brings whoever she can out past the gates and then tries to bring some rain from the ocean.

While she’s working, she realizes that Kai is not at their meeting spot. She doesn’t see him at all, actually.

She’s scared but SHE HAS WORK TO DO!

So she’s all busy concentrating on bringing the rain past the mountains (she cannot gather enough water from the land around her to create a mass of precipitation because it’s a desert.......yes, i think about these things too)

BUT SHE’S STRUGGLING CUZ BITCH, THESE ARE SOME BIG MOUNTAIN RANGES AND IT WASN’T MEANT TO RAIN FOR ANOTHER MONTH.

Then she sees Kai running towards her carrying a whole cart of people (indeed, our man found a CART!)

She’s about to call him but then he runs back in and she’s like “OMFG I’M GONNA LOSE HIM” but that thought only stays for a split second cuz she still has to get the rain over here lol

The fire’s basically burned down the kingdom at this point. Kai has brought out many people (he’s fine in the fire because he’s a demon AND he has a cute protection charm hehehe) but then he sees Sona struggling and he looks up and sees the dark clouds forming on the other side of the mountain.

Guess what he does?

biiiiitch

Sona is like “O_O” when she suddenly looks over and KAI IS PUSHING THE MOUNTAIN RANGE OVER.

biiiitch he did that!

Rain pooooooooours down the mountain and starts dousing the fire. Problem is, everything is suddenly dark and the ground is slippery lol DIDN’T THINK OF THAT, HUH?

So they’re still scrambling to get survivors out. Towards the end, Sona is helping a family out when suddenly she slips because she’s human and there’s mud everywhere. Her ankle twists and she just sits there for a second as she sees Baekhyun call off the search. It’s been hours and everyone’s exhausted.

Kai turns back and starts walking towards Sona, and she’s shook because 1) HE’S HOT AF and 2) his eyes are blue and his hair is white...sound familiar??

THIS IS THE PERFORMANCE (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-VX60sGRjo) THAT STARTED THIS WHOLE STORY IN MY HEAD LOOOOL SUCH A GOOD FANCAM! SUCH A GOOD LOOK! DO YOU SEE THAT CLOVER ON HIS NECK? YUM!

Anyway, he takes off his hat and holds out his hand with a smirk on his face and goes “Did I move enough mountains for you?”

JFKLADHGDKALFJDKSLGHDKALJFDKSL imma punch him

He pulls Sona up off the ground and sees that shes limping and suddenly drops his smirk. She’s like “no, it’s nothing” but ofc Kai has to be heroic and shit so he picks her up and VROOM VROOM they go off in their motorcycle back to the village LOOOOOOOOOOOOL

The whole way back though, they’re silent but for different reasons. Sona is hella sad because she’s sooooo in love with Kai but knows that she’s just drawing out something that’s gonna end badly. She wants to protect her heart, ya know!

Whereas Kai....has different reasons :)

So we get back to Kai’s place and Sona is washing up while Kai just sits on his little settee. When Sona’s done, she tells him to go wash up but he just grunts.

We love grunting. Why? CUZ HE’S BROODING?

WHY IS HE BROODING? DIDN’T THEY JUST SAVE A WHOLE KINGDOM?

Sona is thinking the same thing LOL but Kai directs her to lay down on the settee (isn’t it dirty, Kai??) and props her foot up on a couple pillows.

“Why do you still look like this?” she asks in a whisper, gently fingering through the strands of white on his head.

(a/n: sorry I had to /write/ that part out because it sets the mood a lot but DAMN i wanna barf at my own writing LOL just imagine everything is warm and candlelit, and Kai is attentively catering to Sona while she lounges on the settee)

Kai doesn’t meet her eyes. Just shrugs.

Okkkkkkk so obviously it’s a sensitive topic???

She continues to comb through his hair cuz it’s cute. And because he’s a wittle puppy (see: demon prince from hell), HE BREAKS WHEN SHE SCRATCHES THAT ONE SPOT ON HIS HEAD.

He grabs her wrist and takes deep gulping breaths.

Meanwhile, she holds her breath.

“I was banished from hell for not taking a mate.”

Her brows furrow and she starts to sit up but Kai pins her down with his hands. His blue eyes reflect the fire in the hearth.

“It was during mating season, and everyone was in a frenzy. My father found a girl for me. I remember she was so scared when she was brought into court.”

Kai takes a breath. Sona uses her other hand to stroke his hair, offering whatever comfort she could.

“I couldn’t do it.” He choked on his last syllable. “I couldn’t do such a horrible thing to a little girl who had screamed and cried until her voice was gone. They brought her to me when she barely had any fight left in her.”

Kai put his forehead against Sona’s shoulder. “Mating season meant you lost yourself. You had the hair and eyes of your inner demon, along with its mindset. But I refused to do anything to the poor girl, so I hid her away and sent her to the outskirts of the land.”

Sona let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. “You did what was right,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “She couldn’t go back to her parents who would sell her again. She didn’t have anywhere to go. I was banished before I could find her again.” His body was shaking with grief. “She could be dead because of me.”

Sona cried for him. Cried for the man that tried to do the right thing and still had everything turn out wrong. Cried for the young girl that had no choice in what was done to her. Cried for the fact that Sona herself could not turn back time and undo all of it.

They stayed like that on the settee—Kai crouching on the rug in front of her—for what seemed like hours.

When he rose, his eyes were bloodshot and glassy.

Sona pushed him toward the tub, insisting he’d feel better after having a wash.

He came out looking ragged still, but cleaner. He took a seat on the ground in front of her again, staring into the fire.

“So it’s mating season for you again?”

He nodded. “It comes every five to seven years. That’s another reason why my father banished me. He needed an heir and I was unwilling to produce one, so he turned to my next brother.”

“You don’t seem...” Sona searched for the word, “animalistic to me.”

Kai shrugged. “I don’t like to let the demon rule me. It’s hard to control my body once instinct takes over.”

“I see.” She stared at the ceiling and fought a blush creeping across her cheeks, trying not to think of all the inappropriate things Kai would do to her if “instinct” had taken over.

Except, he wasn’t letting it, was he? He didn’t want to have sex right now. He didn’t want a mate right now.

Sona tamped down her disappointment and put on a smile, turning her head to look at him. “Well, if—” She bit off her sentence with a squeak when she saw Kai’s blazing blue eyes staring back at her.

His nostrils flared. “Why do I smell your arousal, Sona?”

She opens her mouth but closes it again when he rises above her.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks in a growl.

That just made the ache between her legs even worse. “I-I was just wondering about the demon side of you.”

His eyes glinted and she swore she saw fangs as he cracked a devilish grin. “What would you like to know?”

“Oh, just general stuff.” She waved her hands in the air. “Like what you eat in Hell, how you communicate with other demons, how you—”

He cut her off by pressing the calf of her broken ankle against the back of the settee. “How we mate?” He hiked up her nightgown and grinned at the sight before him. “Keep your bad leg still and I’ll show you.”

Sona almost came just from the hunger in his eyes, but she snapped out of her haze and clamped her hands down between her legs. “No.”

Kai blinked and looked up. “No?”

“No,” she bit out. Her body was so ready, but she couldn’t keep hurting the both of them like this. “I can’t mate with you.”

The fire in Kai’s eyes died as he backed away, still holding onto her leg so it wouldn’t drop forcefully onto the pillows.

Talking felt like pushing lead from her throat. “We can’t do this anymore, Kai. We are torturing ourselves.” She took a deep breath. “You have to know that I love you so much and you are the best person I’ve ever met, but I can’t be the right mate for you.”

A line set between his brows. “Why not?” he bit out.

“Because I can’t be what you need. You need a queen to go with you into Hell and run a whole Hell-dom there. Someone who can bring you back home where you belong, where your powers can flourish.” She couldn’t stop the whimper that followed. “Not a human who holds you back on Earth.”

His thumb stroked her calf, a kindness she didn’t deserve. Her heart was breaking into two and he was still her providing comfort.

Next thing she knew, he was kissing her. Gently on the cheek at first and then slowly grazing her lips.

“Kai,” she whispered between pecks. “Didn’t you hear what I said?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “So do you want to be my mate?”

“Kai!” She pushed against his shoulders.

He caught her hand and kissed it. “I heard what you said and I still want you. I want you whether you can come to Hell or not. It doesn’t matter, because I feel at home when I’m with you.”

Sona shook her head through the tears. “That doesn’t make sense.”

He kissed her, hard. “If I left this village, would it still feel like a home to you?”

“Of course not.”

“Would you go back to your kingdom?”

She vehemently shook her head.

“Then where would you go?”

Sona licked her lips. “I...I don’t know.”

“Me neither.” He kissed her again, crawling between her legs. “I would try to find you. I would want to be with you for the rest of my life, if you would have me.”

She wrapped her good leg around his waist. “Then please take me.”

He chuckled and nipped her on the shoulder. “Then promise not to move your bad leg.”

(THEY DO IT)

OK that’s enough /writing/ LOL so they do the dirty and suddenly they’re mated and Sona’s ankle is healed. Why? BECAUSE SHE GOT SOME POWERS FROM HER MAN. And Kai suddenly has a purple aura around him and he can move a couple clouds with just a thought. How? BECAUSE HE GOT POWERS FROM HIS WOMAN.

And they can both transcend into hell cuz she’s no longer human-human, CUZ WHY? CUZ SHE’S GOT A DEMON BABY BAKING INSIDE OF HER MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

the end.

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hillywooddestiel · 6 years

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The Real Royal Highness

Characters: Tom Hiddleston x reader, Matteo (ofc), reader’s parents, Neil (ofc)

Warnings: fluff, teensy bit of angst

Word count: 2.6k (Woah!)

@bemyqueenofdarkness asked:

Hey! I saw that your requests were open so.. Here is one! How about a Tom Hiddleston x Reader, where the reader is part of the royal british family, which was always treated different, like a royal, but she only wants to be famous for his classic singing and treated like everyone else. So what if Tom meets her in one of her concerts in some high society event, and fells in love with her voice, and without knowing who she really is, goes to talk to her.. (I will send another ask with the rest )

Hi again! (?) So when Tom goes to talk to her, she thinks he is going to be like every other man that just interested in her title, but Tom proves her wrong, and the reader realize that he doesn’t know who she really is, so at the end she accepts the invitation to a date from Tom and doesn’t tell him the truth until their date its finally over, and idk, its ends all fluffy and stuff? So.. That its, I hope you really like it, feel free to change whatever you want, and I love your writing! Bye<3

A/N: Another request! I had a lot of fun with this one hence the massive fic. I’ve wanted to write Tom Hiddleston for the longest time so I think this is a good place to start. Also, I have a challenge on right now but only one entry so far so if you would like to enter please message me. Another thing, this fic could be set at any time but for the purposes of a smaller age gap it is set in 2012 xx Masterlist

Story:

I stare blankly into my own eyes in the mirror, lost in my own mind, whilst my stylist braids my hair into the perfectly regal updo to match with my simple yet elegant (and most importantly, rule abiding) makeup. And it all has to flow with the gown that I’ve had fitted: sky blue with a floral detailed bodice and a silk organza train falling from the off-shoulder sleeves. Mother had to approve it all first, of course. Check that no royal faux pas was being made.

“Perfetto mia cara!” Matteo spritzes my hair one last time with hairspray with a wide grin. I can only smile meekly in return, my nerves getting the better of me. He notices, having stared at and studied my face in the mirror for most of my life, and squeezes my shoulder encouragingly. “You have the voice of an angel my darling, they will love you.”

“It’s not my voice that I’m worried about.”

“I know, it is daunting, yes. But, you have been raised for this and I know for a fact that you are ready. And don’t tell the others but you are the most gorgeous princess around.” Matteo assures me, giggling a little. He’s right, about being raised for this. I’ve had lessons from the age of two on public etiquette and persuading the people to like me, it’s just that my time in the spotlight has come much later than most others in the family.

My family are not in direct line for the throne. Far from it. In fact, I think that my father is 15th in line and I come in behind at 16th. For this reason, my family are rarely in the public eye which in turn means that I am pretty much a mystery to most people. They heard the news when I was born and bought the gossip magazines with the first few photos of my childhood but then I dropped off the radar- until now. Mother (and a couple of my uncles and aunties) decided that 26 years was long enough for me to stay quiet and so tonight is a debutante ball of sorts. I will be presented to both my wider family and the world press this evening as Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, eldest daughter of the Duke and Duchess of York and eligible for marriage. That last part, I’m not happy about at all. I’ve barely travelled, I haven’t done most things that other 26 year olds have like clubbing or going to music festivals and I never got the chance to pursue my real dream of being a world class singer.

As a young child, I fell in love with classical music and the opera as well as musicals and playing the piano. I loved music. Mother would sit in her armchair with my baby sister in her knee as I played the family’s grand piano and Father and I would sing the duet. It was like something out of a cheesy Christmas movie. I always wanted to perform though, following in the footsteps of Catherine Jenkins and Maria Callas. However, being royalty meant that I could never do it. I wasn’t allowed to drop everything ‘just to sing’ as Mother put it. It took weeks of begging and convincing before she said yes to me singing tonight. Still, the dream lives on within me.

“Sweet pea, it’s me.” Mother taps on the door. I open it myself, watching the tears well up in her eyes as she looks at me. “Darling, you look wonderful. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you Mother. Is it time to start?”

“Almost. Many of the guests are arriving just now so we’ll wait a few minutes before finally introducing you. Are you ready?”

“I think so. Father’s not making a speech is he?” I ask with a moan, having suffered through many of them in the past.

“I would imagine so, yes.” She laughs, opening her arms to give me a hug.

“I love you.” I whisper, holding onto her tightly like in a little child again.

“I love you too sweet pea.”

“Are you ready?” The conductor approaches me and I can only nod. There are a lot of people in the ballroom at the moment and they are all waiting on me to start my performance. The pianist gets seated whilst the string orchestra run their bows along the strings to warm up, the choir take their places and the conductor takes his place behind his music stand. Fiddling nervously with my own hands, I step up to the microphone, all eyes seemingly turning to me. It’s now or never. The first bars of Habanera begin to play and I count them in my head, listening and waiting for my cue to begin. And when I do… it’s like all of my nerves dissipate. I close my eyes eyes and pour all of my emotions into the song without hesitation, getting lost in the music and just having fun with the uplifting beat. I even manage to smile. I finish the final note on a high, raising my arms in the air with a grin from ear to ear. Everybody in the ballroom immediately erupts into applause, thankfully. A little girl walks up to me and hands me a large bouquet of red roses. I thank her before promptly joining my parents and sister.

In need of some fresh air, I make my way outside to the gardens. They’re always beautiful at nighttime with candles flickering in hanging glass lanterns and reflecting off of the many ponds and fountains, wildflowers lining the paths in perfect disorder, fruit trees releasing their blossom into the air like pink snow getting ready to grow their crops and a peaceful silence after all the wildlife has gone to bed.

“Pardon me, might I join you?” An unfamiliar voice asks from behind. It’s a young man, possibly my age or maybe a little older, with short blond curls and stunning blue eyes. He’s tall and friendly looking, a sharp black tuxedo fitted to his slender body. My memory isn’t the best but his face is far from generic.

“Of course you may.” I flash him a charming smile, not too much teeth as Mother would have scolded me for.

“You were beautiful earlier, your singing. Your voice is very impressive for someone so young.” he compliments me, nothing I haven’t heard before, not to sound narcissistic. They tell me I should tour the world and share my talent with the world like that’s not what I’ve been trying to do for the past ten years.

“Thank you, you’re very kind.” My response sounds a little flat.

“Sorry for the terrible ice breaker. I’m Tom.” He reaches out a hand for me to shake. Now that can only mean one thing. Normally, anyone of a lower status must address me as ‘your Highness’ and bow. Everyone else at this event has done so for they now know who I am. Tom must not know who I am.

This is fantastic! Somebody genuine to talk to. I can ignore all of that formal nonsense and just talk like a human being, that’s all I’ve ever wanted!

“It’s nice to meet you Tom. I’m Y/N.” Still no realisation. How clueless is he?

“What a beautiful name!” He smiles sweetly, stepping closer to stand next to me, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, ask away.”

“What is this evening celebrating? I have no idea.” What?! How can he not know? This is good though. I can keep him in the dark for a little longer. Lying is never a good thing but in this case, I think I’ll allow an exception.

“It is a musical showcase of sorts, I suppose. May I ask how you could possibly be here without the faintest clue of what is happening?” I turn to look into those magical eyes of his. I imagine in better lighting I would be able to see him blushing to match with his adorably shy smile.

“Truthfully, I was invited last minute by a friend. I’ve been out of the country for a long time and he called to ask me to join him. Never told me what the event was, my only instruction was to dress extremely formally.” Tom gestures to the tuxedo, fiddling with the bow tie for emphasis. Knowing who he is, I can only assume that the trip abroad involved film cameras and all the glitz and glamour of Hollywood.

“How thrilling. Is this your first time in the presence of royalty?” I can’t help but smirk at the irony of my question.

“No. Though it is my first at a royal residence. Previously my meetings with them have been at theatres and benefits. What about yourself?” he now asks me a question, a genuine look of curiosity in his eyes.

“I have been known to entertain members of the royal family quite regularly actually.”

“I can understand why. You really are a remarkable performer.” Now it is my turn to blush, knowing that he truly means it and there is no ulterior motive at play.

“Thank you, you are very kind. Would you like to continue this conversation on a walk around the gardens? They really are quite lovely.”

“I would be honoured.”

I have never been so excited in all my life! Tom actually asked me to dinner at the end of the evening and here I am in the car, driving to the restaurant like a normal person. Well, half normal: I’m not actually driving myself, the driver is, we’re in an incognito black car and there’s a personal guard in the front passenger seat who will be watching the whole evening from across the venue but other than that, this is the most normal my life will probably ever get. Mother was hesitant to let me go at first meanwhile Father couldn’t have been more thrilled (he’s always been excited at the prospect of grandchildren). The restaurant comes into view through the blacked out windows and the butterflies go wild within my stomach. Neil, the guard, leaps out and opens my door with a small bow before following me inside, close enough to protect me but not too close to arouse any suspicion. As promised, Tom is there waiting for me in the foyer.

“Y/N, you look wonderful!” He greets me with a kiss to the cheek, referring to my dress of choice for the evening.

“So do you. Shall we get to our table?”

“Yes let’s.”

Dinner is as close to perfect as I think it can be. Tom is charming, the food is delicious and if it weren’t for Neil watching from the corner table I think we’d be doing more than just occasionally holding hands. It’s nothing flashy like a horse ride through the gardens and I don’t have my parents watching from the balcony- it’s just so normal. I’ve been on very few dates so I have very little experience with the kind of small talk that’s expected but Tom more than makes up for it. We just click instantly and the topic of conversation flows with ease from work to upbringings to where we want to travel. I never really have to lie about myself, I just leave out some of the truth that would lead to him figuring out who I really am. I never want tonight to end.

Tom walks with me to the foyer, draping my coat over my shoulders and holding onto my hand. Neil gets up shortly after we do, following four feet behind us.

“I had a wonderful time tonight, thank you.”

“I did too. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if we could do this again.” Tom mentions coyly.

“Are you asking me on a second date Mr Hiddleston?” I reciprocate his playful attitude.

“I believe I am.”

“Your Highness, I don’t mean to disturb you but we have a problem.” Neil interrupts, a worrying feeling washing over me in an instant.

“What is it?” I ask him, ignoring Tom for a moment.

“Your Highness?” He parrots in bewilderment; so much for keeping him in the dark.

“Paparazzi spotted outside. Lots of them. The car is parked out the back, we’ll have to go that way.”

“Alright, let’s go.” I sigh. Why do the press have to come and ruin my evening?

We hurry to the car via the kitchens, myself dragging Tom by the hand so that he doesn’t get lost. He’s gone rather quiet which is a little concerning- I hope that he isn’t upset with me. As promised, the car is ready and waiting with the door already opened. Neil ushers myself and Tom into the back before taking his seat in the front.

“Why did he refer to you as your Highness?”

“Because it is a rule that all staff hired by my parents must follow. I don’t really care for it myself.” I explain, trying to remain calm despite the nerves fluttering in my chest.

“Rule? You’re royalty?!” he raises his voice a little, getting rather hysterical for a minute.

“Yes. It’s fine that you didn’t know, hardly anyone did until the ball. It was too re-introduce me to society and to the public eye.”

“You’re Lady Y/N of York…”

“Correct.”

“Wow…” Tom takes a second to think, sinking back into his seat. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because when I tell people, it’s all they want to talk about, it’s all they see me as. You’re the first person to ever treat me as just an ordinary person.” I confess, staring down at our still intertwined hands. It’s true, whenever I’ve told somebody that I’m of royal descent they change how they are around me immediately and the conversation turns fake. Or they’ll come knowing what I am and they won’t care about me, just the title they could potentially procure from marrying me.

“… Well… I’ve gotten to know the real you tonight and she’s wonderful.”

My driver takes us back to my home, a normal sight for me but I imagine it’s quite daunting for Tom. I squeeze his hand in encouragement as I spot Father stood by the front doors. Neil opens my door again and I step out, bringing Tom with me.

“Darling, are you alright?” Father comes closer, sweeping me into a hug and I have to let go of Tom’s hand for a moment.

“I’m fine daddy, honestly.” I reassure him as he places a kiss on my head.

“And who is this young man?” he spots Tom shuffling from foot to foot behind me.

“This is Tom. My date from this evening.”

“A pleasure to meet you, your Highness.” He nods his head and shakes Father’s hand warmly.

“It’s good to meet you too. I’ve arranged a car for you to take you back to your own home. Between you and me, the beds in this house are a little uncomfortable.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you.” Tom laughs, glancing to me. Father bids us both goodnight before turning inside.

“I think he likes you.” I giggle, standing in front of Tom.

“So is there still a chance of a second date?” he asks. I gaze up at him before leaning up on my tiptoes and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Most definitely, yes.”

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 6 years

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Mommy Dearest

A/N: For Soy’s 666 Challenge Fic @hornsbeforehalos . My prompt was: “I’m evil, babe, kinda comes with the territory.” Prompt is bolded within fic. This is my first time writing a fic with an OFC, please be kind. Also, @hornsbeforehalos congrats on the followers baby!!!! I LOVE YOU!

Dean Winchester x OFC Rhiann Clay; Bobby Singer; Sam Winchester

OFC(s): Flora & Rhiann Clay (mother/daughter)

Summary: Dean, Sam, and Bobby are on the hunt for a century-old witch who has made it her job to take out as many Hunters as she can. When they stop at a random motel during the search, things take a dangerous turn but, in the chaos,, find a possible new ally.

Warnings: Mild violence, mild language

Words: 3956

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“This is not someone you boys wanna mess with,” Bobby warned, squinting back against the midafternoon sun. The dust still hadn’t settled from his arrival, but he didn’t waste a second telling Sam and Dean what he had uncovered about this new threat.

“Why? What is she? What do we need to take her out?” Dean asked, somewhat confident they could take out anything. “I mean, its just another monster, right?”

Bobby shook his head disapprovingly. “No, she’s not just another monster, boy. She’s human. Or at least she was.”

“Was?” Sam’s concern over their new foe was not unfounded. He could read the level of Bobby’s warning and take it for what it was. This was a “seek shelter” red alert of the Emergency Broadcast System, not a blip on the radar of some small storm to come.

Dean rolled his eyes. “C’mon, you two are acting like this little brunette could wipe out the world. What’s the worst she’s gonna do?”

“Dean, you know better. Lilith was a little girl—”

“Lilith was a demon, Sam,” Dean corrected with a bark. “This girl, she’s human. Let me find her and I’ll put a bullet in her damn head before she takes out another Hunter.”

“It just ain’t that simple, Dean.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because, she’s not just human. She was a Hunter. She was the most skilled Hunter for her time; the stuff legends were made of. Story goes that she was after a coven out on the west coast somewhere. They found her, and instead of killing her, they turned her. I don’t know how or with what. But after that, she wasn’t the same. She turned on our kind. She started hunting Hunters, throwin’ ‘em up to whatever monster was close by.”

Dean flashed an exasperated scowl at Sam; his eyes ablaze with anger at what this crazy psycho bitch was doing to his fellow brothers-in-arms. Sam merely brushed him off and recommitted his attention to Bobby.

“You said, of her time, what time was that?”

“Oh, somewhere in the nineteenth century. Probably around the time Samuel Colt was pouring the metal for that gun.”

Bobby nodded to the Impala’s trunk, but the boys both knew what he had meant without the insinuation. The Colt was locked away safely in its protected enclosure, and Sam was glad now, more than ever, they happened to have it in their possession.

“Will it be enough to take her out?” Sam asked, absently resting a hand against the trunk where their best hope weapon rested.

“I have no clue, Sam. I know what I told ya. This girl, she’s got magic in her that runs deep, plus the mind and knowhow of a skilled hunter. She ain’t gonna—”

“You two are ridiculous. Sittin’ here all scared of some old ass half human half witch who shoulda been dead decades ago. Show me a picture and let me go all Boba Fett on her ass. We’ll see who comes out on top.”

Bobby and Sam shared an exchange that did not go unnoticed by Dean. He was getting frustrated with them over how scared they were acting over the latest target. Shaking his head, he pushed off the Impala’s driver side door and started pacing between his and Bobby’s car.

“Where is she now, Bobby?” Sam asked, ignoring Dean’s silent wandering tantrum.

“Working on that. Rufus is supposed to be gettin’ back to me real soon. But, last I heard she was stalking these two hunters outside of Philadelphia. Somewhere up in the Poconos. Doubt she’s still there, but I got ears on the ground everywhere I can think of. We’ll find her.”

“Yeah, when?” Dean asked with a sarcastic shrug. “When she slits another Hunter’s throat? When she leads a nest of vampires straight to our door?!” The volume of his voice was escalating, even being remote as they were Bobby tried to shush him, but Dean was having none of it.

“I’m tired of losing people we know, Bobby! Yeah, this one ain’t on us, but I’ll be damned if I am gonna just sit by and let it happen. Let’s get back to your place, pack up what we can and head to Pennsylvania. Let’s track this bitch down before she takes someone else out.”

The trip east was wrought with one roadblock after another. It was three days before they rolled into the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, and thanks to a near miss with a deer and three blown tires, one extra day before they arrived in the Pocono area.

Dean’s mood was nothing to be trifled with. The last few hours in the car were silent; Sam knowing better than to try and engage his brother in conversation when Dean was being this crabby. His furrowed brow and pensive glare were fixed to the road ahead and barely registered any change but a flicker of his eyes when Sam’s phone began ringing.

“Yeah, what’s up Bobby?” Sam said answering it. “Great, thanks.”

“What?” Dean grunted without giving his brother a glance.

“Rufus finally called. Looks like those two hunters turned up where they were supposed to. If she was after them, she didn’t succeed.”

“So, we drove all this way for nothing?” Dean’s patience was already thin, this news did nothing for his mood. “Damn it!” he growled and gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Not necessarily, it just means that they got home.”

“Alright, well, where were they then? What where they hunting? Gimme something, Sam.”

“I have no idea Dean, I’m giving you the information I have. Bobby—”

Dean growled a low, guttural noise rose in his chest as he sharply pulled the Impala to the side of the deserted mountain road. “Bobby is dragging his ass on this.”

“That’s not fair, man. He’s getting the info second hand, too.”

“Why is it, we can figure out how to kill and track all kinds of funky monsters, but can’t get a grip on where this bitch is?”

“I don’t know, but we will find her.”

“Hmpf,” Dean muttered and looked in his rearview mirror, waiting for Bobby’s old beater to catch up with him. When the familiar headlights pulled in behind the Impala, Dean hopped out, but left the car running.

Bobby rolled down the window and watched as Dean approached, and knew he was in for some kind of pouty tirade.

“Bobby…”

“I know, Dean, I know. But I am telling you, Rufus is convinced she’s still here.”

“Here? Here where? We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“He said to take the next exit. There’s a motel up and off the highway a few miles. Said she’s somewhere close by.”

Dean closed his eyes and sighed in frustration. He turned on his heel and went back to the Impala without another word.

Rhiann watched from the window as the rain fell hard enough to create puddles in the grass. Being stuck in the room, again, was more than she could really handle, but there wasn’t too much choice in the matter. Her mother had told her to stay put, and it wasn’t because she wasn’t old enough to make her own choices; not following her mother’s orders would just be stupid, and deadly.

Headlights swept into the parking lot, followed immediately by another pair. Two old cars shut down in front of the office and she watched as the three men who exited, dash through the drops and inside where it was dry.

Her heart sank. She knew who they were, and that they were coming. Mother had told her as much. But what could she do? She couldn’t do anything without putting herself into jeopardy. And what were the lives of three strangers, compared to that of her own?

“Nothing,” she mumbled into the empty room, but knew it was the wrong answer.

Using her finger against the cold, foggy window, she drew a small x on each of the cars, and secretly prayed they’d find a way to live. She rolled her eyes at that small voice, the one that hated the death and violence, no matter how justified mother claimed it was. The part of her that was human enough to understand that you couldn’t continue killing in the name of one person or one thing. It wasn’t right.

Rhiann sighed. Her whole life to this point was to obey Flora’s rules, then use her innate psychic abilities to help find and eliminate Hunters. Her mother was ruthless when it came to this mission, regardless of the fact that she was once a Hunter herself. It had been a century ago, but still, she had been one.

Rising from the window sill, Rhiann began to pace the floor. She didn’t know those men; couldn’t pick them up out of a line up, but she knew they were the latest targets and began to feel sick because she part of what helped to lure them in.

In the bathroom now, she flipped on the overhead fluorescent light and cringed at her reflection. She’d not been sleeping, and it was beginning to show. Her red hair was a wildfire of tangles and the remnants of yesterday’s makeup was left in small traces around her eyes. The air in the room suddenly became stifling. The more she stared at her pallid reflection, the more she wanted to run screaming out of the room. Flora told her to stay put, but she couldn’t anymore. Rhiann was desperate for fresh air against her skin and damn the consequences should she get caught.

She didn’t bother with a coat, instead just ran out of her room and into the parking lot. Relishing the feeling of the cold mountain air against her skin, she didn’t stop until she was halfway through the parking lot. She wouldn’t have stopped either, if not for the collision with the man.

Rhiann had been walking hastily, with her face upturned to the rain when she ran smack into his chest, his arms grabbing her shoulders before she could fall back completely. “Hey there, you alright?!” he asked, releasing her shoulders once Rhiann was steady on her feet.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I should be paying closer attention.”

“No problem, these things happen.”

Rhiann studied his face and immediately knew, he was one of them. She looked past him towards the office, saw the other two through the window waiting at the desk. She wanted to warn him before Flora worked her magic; tell them to get gone before they could get hurt. But that could potentially cost her own life. Mother or not, Flora was a witch with great power and an incredible amount of malice intent.

Guilt ate at her in the seconds it took to refocus on the man in front of her. He was watching her curiously, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. Rhiann had been raised to hate hunters, they were the reason for so many tragedies in her mother’s life. On blind faith, she did for years, but lately, she began to question it. More so now that she was face to face with this one in particular.

Something in the way he looked at her, not through her like most people do, but in the way people dream about. His bright eyes were soft and kind, his hand that lingered against her shoulder warm in comparison to the cold rain soaking through her shirt.

“You gotta go,” she begged, suddenly grabbing the lapels of his coat. “Please, PLEASE, you and your friends, you have to leave now. Don’t go into your rooms.”

He stared at her, confused at first. His green eyes flickered back towards the office and back to her. “What? Who are you?”

“My mother… she’s… you’re a hunter, right?”

His body tensed. From the corner of her eye, she noticed his hand twitch towards the weapon he most certainly carried on his hip.

“Maybe.”

“I know you are. You and your friends need to leave. She’s going to kill you.”

“Who?” he barked, causing Rhiann’s nerves to shake.

“Look man, I don’t know your name, just that you’re a hunter. Most likely here to try and find a witch named Clay. Flora Clay. She’s my mother,” she explained quickly, her eyes continually darting between him and the office door.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the overhang by the rooms. Once out of the rain he stepped in closer, his face drawn into a threatening expression.

“My name is Dean Winchester. I am a hunter, damn good one, too. Got two other ones in there. So, if this is some kind of game you’re playing here, sweetheart, I can promise you, it’s not gonna end well for you or mommy dearest.”

Rhiann’s bottom lip was quivering. For a moment Dean considered the fact that she was just a pawn, but he knew better; at least his instinct reminded him that he did. He engaged in his desire to end the witch they were hunting and if her daughter could help move that along, he would at least give a listen before he had to end her, too.

“No game. She’s here, and she’s not going to stop until she takes out every hunter she can find.”

“How exactly does she find them?” he asked, his rage simmering just under the surface.

Rhiann hung her head. She was afraid to face her part in it, but the longer she denied it, the more that voice in the back of her head would scream at her to own up to it. “Me. It’s my fault. I have this ability… I can touch someone or something that belongs to someone, then sense where that person is, who they are, what they feel... I hate it. But mother, she forces me to use it.”

Dean bit down on his lower lip so hard, she thought he might draw blood. “We aren’t done talking about that, but I need to know where she is. Right now!”

“She’s in the office. At least she was.”

Dean turned in a panic. Knowing Sam and Bobby were still in there, caused a bolt of fear to race through him. Without thinking, he grabbed Rhiann by the arm and drug her towards the office door.

“I don’t want to kill you, but if she hurt them, I’m gonna kill her. Then, you.”

Rhiann was silent. Her body shook with fear of what they would find when Dean finally pushed that door open. She felt deserved whatever torture he had in store. After all, she was the one who found them in the first place.

Dean cautiously turned the handle and walked inside. Bobby and Sam were on the floor, alive, but knocked unconscious. Flora stood over them, her back to the door. Dean grabbed Rhiann and held one arm tightly around her neck, so she couldn’t run and silently withdrew his weapon, targeting the back of Flora’s head.

“What did you do to them you bitch?!” Dean yelled, eliciting a dark chuckle to rise from Flora’s gut.

When she faced him and saw he had her daughter by the neck, her salacious grin grew across her wrinkled face. “Oh, another hunter to play with. Lovely.”

“Flora, please… enough…” Rhiann pleaded quietly, a steady stream of tears falling. “These are good people, they aren’t responsible for—”

“Darling, please do shut up!” Flora moaned and rolled her eyes. “Honestly, all these years of hearing you whine is aging me. I can’t listen to it anymore.” Under her breath, she mumbled a few incoherent words, and Rhiann’s mouth became shut. She couldn’t speak no matter how hard she tried. With a flick of her wrist, she moved Rhiann from Dean’s gripped and hurled her against the wall of the office, her head knocking into a shelf, then crashing to the floor.

Dean watched in shock and disgust as Rhiann was torn from his embrace and flung into the faux wood paneling. He was frozen in place as he watched Flora stalk towards her daughter, now unconscious on the floor. She muttered another spell and raised her hand again when Dean finally found his ability to move again. Grabbing his gun, he pointed it at her and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced her shoulder but barely affected her.

“Stupid boy, bullets won’t hurt me. Now sit down.” She flicked her wrist again, and Dean was pushed back against the door and shoved by an invisible force to the ground. Flora glanced over her shoulder and cackled at Dean. “That’s better.”

“Why? Huh? Why go through all this trouble? You’re gonna kill your own daughter now?”

“I’m evil, babe, kinda comes with the territory. Besides, she turned on me. She’s useless to me now. You three will just have to be the last of my hunter kills. Then, I can move on to bigger and more destructive things,” Flora purred, her raspy voice croaking a laugh.

Dean tried to fight against his capture, but he couldn’t move anything. “You’re just a witch, how the hell do you have this kind of juice?”

“Just a witch?” Flora questioned and feigned offense. “I’m hurt you don’t recognize good demonic work when you see it.” She snarled another smile, flashing black eyes at Dean. His gut lurched at the sight of the demon embodying the witch and felt a brief moment of despair. She turned towards him and way from Rhiann, eyeing him up like a piece of candy. Dean saw movement from behind her, washing away the speck of doubt that they would come out of this ok.

“Oh great, more of you nasty ass things,” he smirked, trying to keep her attention. “How long have you been playing dress up as a witch? Hmm? Can’t keep it up as a demon, so you gotta take some witchy Viagra or something?”

“Please, Dean. Do you have any idea how powerful this makes me? Trust me, I’ll—”

Flora screamed in pain, a light flashed from her eyes as the demon inside her succumbed to the blade that was now protruding from her back. Dean was immediately released from his invisible captivity and further slumped to the ground. Just as Flora’s body fell to the floor and began to immediately deteriorate, Bobby was stumbling backward and shaking his head of whatever Flora had done to him.

Sam was starting to stir, trying to get back on his feet when he realized there was trouble happening around him.

“You alright?!” Dean asked and helped Sam to his feet before checking him for any further wounds.

“Yeah, fine. You?”

Dean nodded and clapped him on the chest. “Yeah. Good. Bobby?”

“In one piece,” he gruffed and patted down his own chest in relief. “What the hell just happened?”

They all looked at each other, then down to Rhiann still lying on the floor. Blood was pooling around her head from where it collided with the shelf on the wall. Dean cautiously knelt beside her and felt for a pulse.

She was alive. He gently rolled her over, allowing Bobby and Sam to get a better look at her face.

“Who’s she?” Bobby asked.

“Her daughter. She ran into me in the parking lot and knew we were hunters. Said her mother was Flora Clay, and she was out to kill us.”

“So, this was her?” Sam asked, “the witch we were after?”

“The very same,” Bobby said and shared a look of surprise with the boys. “I still don’t get how—I mean, what’s the odds?”

Dean sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know, maybe we just got lucky.”

“Seems that way,” Sam said, bending down and checking over Rhiann’s wound. “What do we do with her?”

Bobby looked between them and shrugged. “Good question. Dean, got any thoughts? You spoke to her. She something that needs to be put down like her momma?”

From below them, Rhiann began to come around. She groaned softly, her hand traveling to the painful spot on her head. Dean was at her side, helping her to sit up and stayed hunkered down beside her.

“You know who I am?” he asked, once she was focusing on his face.

She nodded. “Dean Winchester. A damn good hunter.”

“That’s right,” Dean said and snorted a laugh. “Do you know who you are?”

“Rhiann Clay.”

Dean nodded. “Flora is taken care of. Did you know she was possessed?”

“Possessed?” Rhiann asked, her mind still reeling from the pain she felt in her head. “Possessed by what?”

“A demon.”

Rhiann shook her head slowly, “No, I had no idea.”

Dean seemed to consider her answer and she felt relieved when he accepted it as fact. He stood up and extended a hand towards her to help her up on her feet. Rhiann jumped, startled by seeing Bobby and Sam both on their feet and staring at her.

“You’re alright,” she said, a small, exhausted smile on her lips. “I thought—”

“We’re fine,” Bobby replied. “But, uh, now what do we do about you?”

Rhiann moved to the small couch that was against the wall. She sighed and looked between the three men towering over her. “Whatever you must. I didn’t like what I was doing, but I did it. I helped her. That blood is on my hands, too.”

The hunters shared a silent exchange, and all seemed to know and agree what the others intended.

“You’re not your mother. Everyone deserves another chance. At least once,” Dean said quietly. “We won’t hurt you. But don’t let us find out that you picked up in mom’s footsteps.”

Rhiann felt a sob of relief expel and she didn’t even care who noticed. She covered her face with her hands and began to cry, years of fear and now relief, pouring out in waves.

“You have somewhere you could go?” Bobby asked, ignoring the looks of curiosity on Sam and Dean’s faces after he asked.

“No, just this place. I can’t stay here though. I just—”

“It’s fine,” Bobby tutted and sat beside her on the couch. “I maybe got somewhere you could hang your hat for a bit. Just till ya get on your feet. Let’s us keep an eye on you, too.”

Rhiann looked at him cautiously. She was taken aback by his kindness and wasn’t sure if she could trust him or not. She reached out and hesitantly took his hand, wanting to see if she could feel his true intentions. The vibration raised from his flesh and coursed into her mind’s eye. Her psychic abilities were a bit dulled since the crack on the head, but she could feel them nonetheless. This was a good man. True of spirit and word.

She let go of his hand and smiled. “If you mean it, I think I’d like to take you up on that.” Rhiann looked up at Dean and thought maybe there was a hint of a smile there. When she looked back towards Bobby, he too, seemed pleased.

“Good. No reason you have to suffer cause mom there was a monster. Maybe a stable place is just what you need.”

Dean reached down to take her hand and helped her up from the couch. Bobby also stood up with a slight groan and Sam clapped him on the shoulder.

“Job ain’t getting’ any easier, is it Bobby?”

“Shut up, boy,” Bobby muttered and reached down to the place on the floor where the demon blade now lay in a pile of ashes that once belonged to a possessed witch named Flora Clay. “Let’s go home. I need a damn drink.”

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