#sorry this isn't the longest i swear i had more when i first wrote it maybe i'll update if i remember

[limecakeluke]

first of all hii u r so funny and i love ur blog and art sm!

i was wondering what r ur thoughts on luke getting turned on by pain? cuz when i saw him whimpering during his training on dagobah and destroyed by the end of esb, something shifted inside me.

i’m FOAMING at the mouth at the thought of him shivering while his pitiful blue eyes are begging for more.. AND also i will stand by the fact that, though he may appear vanilla-ish, he’s the freakiest man in bed

hello anon!! i think ive finished grieving the work i lost when i first wrote this and my things refreshed but anyway ty for the advocacy, here we go again

nsfw under cut ☆˚⊹ (vague themes of masochism)

first off, literally yes i love your mind we are two in one

secondly, i think that luke would absolutely be the kind to look all nice and gentle, and maybe he is in the beginning but as he warms up to you he likes to let you go a bit rougher.

maybe pinning him or his hands down so that he can't touch you or himself, possibly a bit of hair pulling just to rip quick little whimpers from him everytime his head snaps back.

if he really wants to get into it, either because he's so drunk on the current moment or he just needs more, he'll let you scratch at him, bite at him, letting you leave your marks wherever you please

i think he enjoys the secretive signatures of how desperately you really wanted him.

if we're into a more submissive luke, he'd most definitely stare up at you with those wide puppy eyes as you mix his pain and his pleasure, his body trembling as he moans out in a vague confusion of sensation.

his little mumbling self only able to get out soft pleas and whines as he reaches for you, maybe the softest glint of tears in his eyes,,

pulling and grabbing at him hard enough to leave bruises and vague markings, just making him sore enough to physically remember everything you did the day before.

i also remember reading this one fic a few years back — i don't remember what it was called, so if you can find it pls tell me i rlly liked it… — where luke was comfortable enough to let you use force lightning when jerking him off.

not too much, of course, but just a vague buzz to send shocks down his cock and up his spine, a familiar adrenaline rushing through his body while you console him.

unless of course, you'd like to verbally demean him…

[marlasomething]

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Well, I have finished Dracula ONCE AGAIN...am I crying? Maybe, yeah.

This has been the time I enjoyed most right next to the very first read (because I obviously didn’t expect Dracula to be THAT).

I KNEW, I BLOODY KNEW that the last parragraphs basically put Mina in the status of main hero of the novel and YET, it caught me

21 notas. Fecha de publicación: 7 de noviembre de 2022

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Zutara Month (Day 23): This Isn't My Idea

Hello there!

As usual, I cannot see a "challenge" and let it go so...Zutara month it is! First time writing for the fandom, I won't be able to do ALL DAYS (today, for example, I wrote this still on the nick of time, but now it is already technically the 25th...eh, sorry @zutaramonth)

I promise to write something Zutara based after this month a bit longer, I swear.

As usual, do please forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, MarlaAllons-y!

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Everyone in every corner of the world agreed: Katara was a Hero, with capital H.

Not only had she helped The Avatar himself to finish off with the worst dictator that humanity had seen in ages, but she was now   sacrificing herself   by marrying off to his son; so the peace with the Fire Nation became even more undeniable and, therefore, unbreakable.

Obviously, everybody knew this was just an arranged marriage for, as much as Prince Zuko (he still insisted he wasn’t ready yet to be   King Zuko  ), he was still the man that once had been every person fighting for freedom’s foe.

Also, she was the best friend of Aang;   it was crystal clear   they ought to have been in love. This was a tale as old as time: best hero-friends always fell in love.

Still, as much as they commented how mad and sad it made them the two heroic figures ending up together, they understood and thanked the now already young woman (no longer a teenager) for taking up such heavy weight over her shoulders.

They just wished Prince Zuko was more as he was trying to be in public lately than the way they all still pictured him in their minds…

~~~~~

As the doors closed behind them, Zuko buried his face in Katara’s shoulder, who just laughed, with relief.

“I guess now we can stop pretending we are just   good friends   without risking demonstrations all around every nation.”

He smirked at her comment and raised his head to look into her eyes. He still remembered the first time those eyes had truly   seen   him, back when they were still rivals and, yet, she had trusted him…

“I guess so…You know, I would have understood, if you hadn’t wanted to keep them. We are still young and now for a lot of people you are going to just be   Zuko’s wife.”  

She punched him in the arm.

“First of all; it is more hat you are going to become   Katara’s husband   and, secondly…I…I mean, we are only in our early twenties, but we have lived so much I feel ready to be a mom��as long as Iroh is around to help.”

Both laughed.

“How could he not be?” he held her hand. “Still…I am sorry so many people are going to think this is just an arranged marriage.”

“Well, I mean, as Toph said…all marriages   need to be   arranged, whatever the reason for said arrangement, that is our personal fucking business.”

                       And theirs was as good as they came.

25 notas. Fecha de publicación: 25 de abril de 2022

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MARLA’S 2022 AO3 MASTERLIST

Hello there, Marla here!

This year I won’t be as messy as last year with my writing organisation so I am doing a 2022 Masterlist of everything published on AO3 to be updated as new stuff arrives! Yaih! All my nonsense at your disposition!

And, if you want to see what I wrote the previous year, not to worry, here it is my 2021 AO3 Masterlist

Now, with further ado, allons-y!

Long life and prosperity,

Marla

(The) Amelia Project

Amelia Caller: Dawn of the Characters: script I based my phone call recording ON THE AMELIA FEED on

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This Could Be Me: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Alternative promp)

Last of the Real Ones: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Day 2)

The Fools Who Dream: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Day 3)

Louder than the Weather: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Alternative promp)

Goodbye To My Life: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Day 4)

It’s the Hitmen’s Life: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Alternative promp)

Fakenniversary: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Day 5)

Everything Just Here All At Once: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Alternative promp)

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Go Now:  Zutara Month 2022

This Isn’t My Idea: Zutara Month 2022 

Tea Nation: Zutara Month 2022 

...Let Your Heart Decide?: Zutara Month 2022 

Lonely Nation: High-school AU Zuko-centric

(The) Evil Dead

The Sorta Kinda Winding Road: Original Trilogy + 2013 Film crossover-ish

Good Omens

So Unaware Of My Status: A Visit From Miss Crowley Challenge

The Sound Of Leathered Women!: A Visit From Miss Crowley Challenge 

Girl With A Tongue: A Visit From Miss Crowley Challenge 

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Lucy’s (My) Mom

Ok, a lot of people have already commented this, but from the very first time I read Dracula as a teen (right when I was starting to discover ‘sometimes parents do harmful things and even if the intentions are good there is no compulsory reason to automatically forgive them) I just couldn’t help but being extremely UPSET about Lucy’s mom.

It is not only this whole garlic incident, that is the equivalent of, for example, ‘I don’t understand why you keep going to the psycologist if you are not depressed anymore’: it doesn’t matter wether you have all the data or not, if someone is doing something that is ‘out of the usual norm’ and is very clearly related to a Health issue...let it BE or try to understand it, don’t take matters into your own hands and then BE PROUD OF ACTING OUT OF IGNORANCE.

The worst part, though, it’s all the previous behaviour. The whole not letting her sleep with her when it was clearly something HER DAUGHTER NEEDED, her being upset about Lucy’s FRIEND taking care of her (likely bcs she believed she knew better than her own daughter the people around her and their true intentions -again, been there-)...

...so yeah, I dislike her and, even though it is true more could have been communicated to her:

a) it is a horror story, lack of communitacion is almost a must

b) none of her actions should be done, no matter how much you know about the matter

69 notas. Fecha de publicación: 13 de septiembre de 2022

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About Dracula Daily..

I know I am constantly saying this but...I am in TEARS about how much people are enjoying Dracula for the first time. It is one of my favourite novels of all times, I have read it three times and a half (I am counting Dracula Daily as the Fourth) and I usually having such a hard time trying to convince people about how AMAZING this(these) story(ies) is(are).

Fuck, whoever began Dracula Daily...I owe you my soul (and, please, we should do this with more classical pieces of literature)

Also, for today’s update:  Farewell dear Captain, you will be remembered

247 notas. Fecha de publicación: 4 de agosto de 2022

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[themadauthorshatter]

This has been sitting in ky drafts for the longest time, and I just need to get it out. Just coming out and saying it, this will probably not be continued because this AU isn't mine and I'm a little behind on it, like I first made this when the AU first started, it's THAT old.

Either way, I hope you enjoy what there is here, this is just my guess at the events because THIS WAS MADE AT THE VERY BEGINNING, so enjoy!😅

This is inspired by the King Creativity AU by @kingcreativityau . Go check them out(if I got that wrong, I'm so sorry!!!!!) because they are really talented and it's their original idea

There will also be a surprise side coming in, and it's not orange😉

Slight angst warning here due to Character!Thomas being affected by King's influence and a swearing warning.

With that out of the way, let's go!!

The wind had never been so bitter.

Exhiled.

Janus bit his cheek as he sighed, watching Logan stare at the distant castle.

Muted.

The child in his arms burbled.

Made into a baby.

"Patton, can you say 'Janus?'"

The baby tilted his head.

"Janus," Deceit repeated as he patted his chest.

"Gab-us," Patton blurted.

"Close enough," he groaned as he stood and joined Logan's side. "Anything?"

The logical side huffed through his nose as he drew a pen and brought it to a notepad, the only way Janus can understand him, for the most.

It's been almost two weeks, and already the King's wreaking havoc. No doubt he'll probably change his mind and send his guards to look for us. The longer we wait, the more likely he is to come looking. Children grow, I can still write, and you're probably the highest on His Majesty's hit list. And then there's the fact that Virgil is trapped as his prisoner. I can only imagine what will happen in the coming month.

"And... what about...?"

Logan's eyes widened, the thought never having occurred to him since the re-fusion. He scribbled across the paper, Janus following along as he wrote.

Should the King's power grow more, which it most likely is, I imagine one of two possibilities: either Thomas will begin to dissociate from reality and fail to see which is real and which is just his imagination and go insane, or, with none of us to guide him, he'll begin to lose motivation and-

Both sides jumped as Patton screamed aloud.

"Jeez, talk about a once in a lifetime thing."

Janus glared as he held Patton closer, Logan bristling slightly ass the side strolled closer.

"Deceit's telling the truth, Logic's finally learned to shut up, and Morality's the little baby he always was. Who knew this would happen?"

The male was modernly dressed, fit for leisure and comfort, the dark leather jacket open to show a blank shirt, his jeans bagging slightly at his ankles, his shoes dirty and muddy from what seemed to be a long walk, a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a coffe cup in his hand.

"Remy," Janus groaned.

Logan tipped his head toward the sky.

"Nice to see you guys, too. Been a while."

"And for long enough," Janus barked. "Where have you been?"

Remy shrugged as he swirled the cup in his hand. "Dunno. Got thrown out when the wedding up and reared its ugly head, then you showed up and yelled at Roman, which was a great show to watch, and now I'm back. What? You're glad to see me?"

Janus's snake eye twitched.

Remy grinned with satisfaction. "So care to tell me what in the world happened? Haven't seen Roman in forever and Remus grew a beard."

Logan jotted on his notepad and shoved it in the side's face, Remy's eyes following the words from behind his aviators.

That is not Remus! Roman fused with his brother again and now the King is back!

Remy's eyebrows rose as he removed his shades. "King? As in, King Creativity? The guy Patton pacified?" He looked at the ground as he bit his lip. "Shit."

"Bad!" Yelled Patton.

"Yeah, I know! The bastard's bad news!"

The youngest side pouted. "BAD!"

"Why's Baby Dad yelling at me?"

Janus rocked Patton in his arms. "He doesn't like it when people curse."

"Too bad." Remy tilted his head back as he drank what was presumably the last of his coffee, judging by how he removed the lid and shook the cup lip at the ground. "Damn it."

"BAD!"

"Great, gotta get more now. You wouldn't believe how much I need just to keep the bed potato in his room."

"In his bed?" Janus echoed.

Remy nodded. "Yeah. He doesn't do much. Just sits on his couch and then goes to bed. It's all he does now. If he isn't pretending to watch anything on Netflix, he's laying in bed with the covers over him."

The two sides exchanged a wide eyed glance.

"Logan..."

The logical side nodded, slowly at first but faster by the second.

"Remy, can you get us to Thomas?"

Remy blanched. "You want me to take you to see Thomas while you're in exhile? If this "King" person is in complete control, like hell you guys are getting to Thomas."

You see Thomas every day, Sleep! Logan's notepad read.

Remy hooted as he threw his head back. "Unlike you guys, the son of a bitch couldn't care less about me; he probably hasn't even seen me before!"

"We need to see Thomas," Janus pleaded as Patton shouted, "Bad!"

"If the King's power grows, the weaker Thomas is going to become!"

"Until what, he swoops in and saves the day and becomes Thomas's hero?"

"Think of it like this," Janus snarled, "if Thomas sees a world full of fantasy, adventure, and eternal happiness and then compares it to a world where he chose to go to a wedding instead of a callback, where he'd had his heart broken, where he feels like he has nothing to give to the world, what do you think will happen?"

Remy's grin dropped as Patton sniffled, and then wailed.

Logan shushed the youngest side as he rocked as bounced him in his arms.

"O-kay," Remy breathed, "so we get to Thomas."

"Will anyone be guarding?"

"Just one. The Creative Minister himself," Remy said as he folded forward in a mocking bow.

Patton cried once more.

"Virgil," Janus shuddered.

Thats right. Creative Minister. That meant Virgil would answer directly to the King himself, regardless of whether or not the former anxiety had an "idea."

"And he oversees everything?"

"Almost," Remy shrugged as he pocketed his hands. "Every day he has Virge give a report of anything he's come up with."

"That should give us enough time," Janus affirmed.

Both Logan and Remy cringed, the former hissing between his teeth.

"You cannot say it's a bad idea."

It may be our only idea, but should the event happen that we're caught, there is a chance we'll get a worse punishment than exhile, Logan's notepad read.

"Yeah," Remy huffed. "Besides, Virgil's room is in one of the lower floors of the castle, how do we even get inside?"

Logan paced back and forth, brows knitted together. Patton leaned back as he giggled, making Logan hold him tighter. He froze mistep and wrote in his notepad, smirking pointedly as his eyes narrowed to Remy.

We don't need to get inside.

Janus's expression mirrored Logan's as he realized what he had written.

Remy's eyes darted between them.

"You can get places quickly," Janus mused. "And the King won't notice you doing so."

"There's no talking me out of this, is there?"

"Bomas!" Patton cheered. "Bomas!"

"Well," Janus reveled as he held the child once more, "I guess that answers that."

Remy sighed and then groaned. "Fine, but if we get arrested, it's on you two."

***

Virgil stared at his shoes as he paced around the room. Usually he wore black sneakers with purple lacing that were loose and comfortable, not dress shoes that bit his feet and made his toes blister.

The though alone caused his shoes to disappear and sun roasted sand to smother every inch of his feet, making him fall to the floor.

White walls, white floor, white ceiling, Virgil's mind raced. No heat, no cold, no wind, just right.

A banging on the window made him shoot to his feet.

His eyes widened as he saw a familiar, spectacled face smiling and waving at him.

"Logan," Virgil almost wept.

Behind the glass, which only left Logan visible from his shoulders upwards, the logical side held his hands against the glass desperately as his feet teetered on Janus's shoulders, who continued to wobble forward and backward and bumping into the wall, and Remy groaning and grunting, hissing curses through clenched as he held them both up.

Janus's shoes bit into his shoulders, probably leaving bruises beneath his clothes.

Patton crawled on the ground, sometimes pushing himself to his feet and plopping on his rump, giggling slightly.

"Out of all three of us, how come you two get to be higher up?"

"Keep watch of Patton," Janus hissed as his eyes darted left, right, up, and down, hoping, praying there wouldn't be a guard near by. If we're caught-

"Gabus!"

Janus looked down to see the youngest side smile and laugh up at him.

He couldn't help but smile back, allbeit more out of nerves, if anything. "Hi, Patton."

Back inside, Virgil turned behind him, checking the closed door before turning back to Logan. "What are you doing here?"

Logan's writing was chicken scratch at best, but it was still readable, considering his circumstances.

Thomas is in danger. We're trying to reach him before he shuts down completely. Is there way we can perhaps slip past His Majesty?

Virgil shrugged as he shook his head. His eyeshadow grew dark as an homage of the aforementioned royal appeared behind him, staring with wide, burning eyes as he clenched a fist.

Of course! Logan realized. That may be our way to Thomas!

The distress of the anxious side halted his thoughts for a second.

If all goes accordingly, the three sides- and Remy, Logan added begrudgingly- would have a chance to save Thomas, but what would it cost for Virgil? If they got caught, there was no telling what kind of punishments the King would have in store for them. Execution would be too merciful, even though he found being mute a bigger mercy than being an indentured or test for "ideas" or, even worse, the King's wrath iteslf, which may be what Virgil would most likely face if he helped them.

He bit his tongue as he held up a new message, eyes desperate.

I know you're scared, but it's the only way we can help him. There must be a way to slip passed him, any at all.

Virgil took a deep breath and nodded, eyes brimming with tears. "There is," he said behind the glass, "but you have to be fast and quiet."

Logan nodded and held up another slip of paper.

Great. Now how does the King show his ideas to Thomas?

Virgil checked the door once more and gestured for Logan to take notes.

Outside, Patton gave a slight pout as he eyed his flattened dirt mound as he stared at it boredly. The empty coffee cup caught his eye and he crawled over to it, picking it up with small hands.

Janus scanned the area and froze as an armored guard marched near by, just on the castle wall. "Logan..."

Logan held up a palm and then a finger. Wait, I need a minute.

"Hey!" Remy snapped. "Hands off, Morality!"

Patton gazed at him as he teethed on the lip of the cup.

The guard slowed before continuing.

"Logan!" Janus yelped.

Just a second! Logan gestured, his teeth gritted.

"Not. Yours. I put my mouth, lips, and spit on that!"

"Remy, shut it!"

The guard stopped in his steps.

"Logan!"

Give me a second!

Janus gulped as he watched, unable to take his eyes away.

This is it. We've been knocked off the board before the game even began. The guard leaned against the wall, holding a hand over his eyes. This is how our story ends, and the King couldn't have written it more perfectly.

The tale of a mute, a baby, and a snake, -featuring a coffee addicted punk- all beginning with a king's power, his dethroning at the hands of the sides he'd neglected to notice raising in strength, his split into two halves, one good and one evil, the good thriving in joy and fulfillment while the evil slipped into insanity, the arrival of the sides who'd caused the split, another arrival, but of dark side who joined their group, the acceptance of said side that led to the rest following him like the past haunting an incarcerated criminal, the event of a wedding being chosen over a callback, a once in a lifetime opportunity, and the eventual acceptance not of deceit, but of self care, all leading to His Majesty being reborn out of desperation, leading to a mute logic, an infant morality, and a lying snake, who would be captured, tried, and sentenced for disobeying a king's orders, however cruel they may have been.

He gasped loudly when Logan tapped on his bowler hat and pointed downwards.

"Easy," Remy grunted as Logan climbed off Janus's back.

The sleep side yelped at Logic's foot on his shoulder, the full weight almost breaking the appendage. His foot slid against the grass, sending all three the ground.

Patton dropped the cup and crawled to Logan and Janus, whimpering as he leaned above them.

"Gabus?"

Janus quickly picked up Patton and pulled Logan with him as he tan to a nearby tree, Remy following shortly.

The guard above looked over again before leaving briskly, probably going directly to the king himself, no doubt.

"Gabus," Patton peeped.

"We're fine, Patton. Don't worry." Janus turned to Logan. "What took you two?"

Logan grinned as he held up his notepad.

The picture was hastily drawn, at best, but it was still cohesive. There were four shapes, one for each of them, and they stood at a doodle of the castle before them and behind them towered the grand wall the guard had just walked by on. Trees littered the area between, arrows pointing to each one before rounding what was presumably a corner and leading to a hedge maze and the message, wait for Virgil.

"Right," Janus shivered. "Remember, we only have one chance to get this right."

"Great," Remy falsely cheered as they darted to a neighboring tree. "So either we succeed and save Thomas, or we fail and die. Genius."

Logan rolled his eyes as he followed Janus.

Let's just hope we're not caught.

***

The King was perched in his usual spot, at the center of the hedge maze. Before him was a swirl of colors and shapes that formed what must have been a portal, one that led out of the imagination.

And we only have one chance at this.

Virgil swallowed a lump in his throat as he shuffled toward the fused Creativity, eyes low and heart racing.

One chance to get this right. And that meant a whole lot of mistakes would get them killed.

"Uh, 'scuse me?"

The King's movements stopped as he tipped his head back. "What is it, little one?" He drawled.

If Virgil was any braver, he'd pull the King back by his black cape.

"Well, uh, there's something... I want to show you."

Creativity turned. The opposing red and green of his eyes always set him on edge, made him wonder which twin was in control, if it was Roman's spite or Remus's intrusion.

"Oh?" He asked, more of a challenge than a real offer. "Show me then."

Virgil's heart stopped.

This wasn't part of the plan. Logan needed a distraction, obviously, but he never specified what kind of distraction.

Think, a voice in his mind demanded. Think, think, think, THINK!

Just behind the growingly impatient King, he spotted Logan, Janus, and Remy all sneaking toward the portal, Patton in Janus's arms and smiling at him.

"Well?" The King dared. "What is it you have to show me?"

Virgil took a breath. Please let this work. "You know those angels that are accurate to the bible? The ones that are all weird and freaky looking?"

The King's near glare softened as he nodded, his red eye going green. "Yes. What about them?"

Virgil rubbed his hands together and slowly opened them, a ball of light grew in them until it was dulled by countless rings that had woven into each other, eyes decorating them like diamonds on a ring. Eight or ten wings grew on either side of the concept Virgil brought to near- life, and the King's face brightened at it.

"Oh, my!" He praised. "Interesting."

Virgil smiled nervously as he glanced at his fellow sides, Logan giving him a thumbs up as Remy and Janus stepped before the portal.

The King reached to touch the mirage, as if the created likeness of holiness could be his.

As sharp crack resonated as Remy leapt through the portal, causing the King to whip his head toward the source of disruption.

Logan and Janus froze and Patton whimpered.

Creativity's face twisted with sadistic glee. "Ah. Logic and Deceit. How lovely of you to join us."

Logan bit his lip, but gasped as Patton was shoved into his arms.

"Go ahead without me, Logan," Janus barked as he stepped forward and spun his cane into his hand. "I'll buy you some time!"

Logan's brow furrowed as he shook his head.

"GO!"

"Yes, Logan," the King purred, his nails elongated and sharpened to fine points. "Go on ahead. Run away from another side that needs you."

Logan shrank back toward the portal.

As the King stepped forward, Virgil shouted as he leapt onto his back, webs lacing between his fingertips.

Janus's jaw dropped. "Virgil!"

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Anxiety demanded as he and the King fell back.

"You insolent little INSECT!" Creativity roared as he threw his elbow back into Virgil's rib.

"HURRY!" Virgil pleaded. "I'll be fine! JUST GO!"

Both sides backed toward the fading portal, giving Virgil one last glance before racing toward the flurry of colors.

The king broke free and tore forward. "NO!"

The protal cracked as the sides sprang through, closing behind them as it did.

Through the rush of adrenaline from attacking the fused Creativity, Virgil snickered before bracimg himself as the King's red and green eyes snapped back to him.

Please, help Thomas for me, he wished as the King snapped his fingers.

Black tendrils lashed out and seized Virgil's being before pulling him down, taking the air around him until he was swallowed in darkness.

He'd always hated the dark, but wondered if this was what the twins saw in their fused state.

[itmighthavebeenintentional]

We've Got Tonight - Ch 2

Summary: “It’s not your job to do this, Andy. You make people happy. I was in the diner all of ten minutes, and you knew exactly how to get me to smile. You do normal, real things like garden and sing karaoke. Saving the world is my job, Sam’s job. Sometimes it’s even Cas’s job, but it’s not yours.”

Inspired by Bob Seger’s “We’ve Got Tonight”

Warnings: Major Character Death, More Major Character Deaths (sort of?), higher than show level violence, blood, light smutting, language, demons, apocalypse, inferred suicide, cult activity.

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT PROCEED

Author’s Note: This story is set hazily around season 8. Just squint a little, and it’ll settle in somewhere. I wrote this story after certain big revelations in the show, but before other big ones; you’ll most likely be able to tell which. I play with time a bit in the story itself, so if things seem out of order, they are. Hopefully, by the end, all the pieces will fit together.

What the hell, let’s give it a shot.

Image and major edits by the incomparable @there-must-be-a-lock . Heavy editing and cheering by @thoughtslikeaminefield . Thank you both so much.

This is the longest chapter, but it's worth it, I promise.

Word Count: Ch 2 - 2952

In case you missed it: Chapter 1 ItMightHaveBeenintentional’s Masterlist

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We've Got Tonight

Chapter 2

Clutching the strap of her backpack in a death grip, Andy silently crosses the landing. She places her foot on the top stair just as Dean rounds the corner from the hallway below her, both hands fisted in his hair. Even from this distance she can read the lines of tension in his shoulders. Her stomach twists, nausea and joy warring at the sight of him, and she can’t decide if she should turn and sprint for the door or throw herself at him and admit absolutely every foolish thing she’s done.

No. No, not foolish. She’s saving the world. That’s only a little stupid. She’s saving Cas and Sam. That’s good. She’s saving Dean.

That’s non-negotiable.

Then her weight settles on her foot, and the goddamned step creaks. Dean’s eyes snap to hers. For one hopeful moment, relief and genuine happiness flood his expression, and he smiles. The unclouded light shining from his face scraps any thoughts she has of bolting, and Andy makes it halfway down the steps before she’s engulfed in his arms.

He embraces her fiercely, and Andy allows herself a couple of seconds of peace and comfort, of the sense that she’s somehow home even though she’s only known him for a few weeks. Then the overwhelming realization of everything she’s signed away comes crashing down, closing her throat, choking off her air, and suddenly even the heat and safety radiating from Dean into her very bones isn't enough to ward off the chill of dread.

But she’s doing this to save him, to save Sam, to save...everyone. So, really, she’s not losing anything. If you save something, it’s not lost, so, really, she’s not losing anything.

Right?

Then her face is trapped between his hands, his face inches away, his eyes boring into hers with that burning intensity. The lies evaporate on her tongue, and she wracks her brain. What was she supposed to tell him? She has to say it before he starts questioning her, or she’ll blurt out every single thing she swore she wouldn’t.

“Are you okay? Where the hell were you? Was it those anti-Jesus freaks? How did you get away?”

What? Oh, yeah. The cultists. The whole reason she has a lovely new scar on her left arm and she met the Winchesters in the first place. The source of all their current troubles. Well, the main source, aside from her blood. Yeah, that would have been a good cover story, too.

Shit.

“Andy?”

“I’m fine, Dean,” she manages, thankful at how little her voice shakes. She puts forth the effort of the ages and extricates herself from his grip, an act she recognizes as necessary while regretting it all the same. “I’m sorry I scared you. I had a lead, and I had to leave right away. They were really twitchy when I first contacted them, and I thought they might take off if I waited too long or tried to take anyone else, and by the time I realized I’d lost my phone it was too late to come back.”

Anger and disbelief seep into his expression, tainting the relief that animated him only moments before. “Okay, first of all, we’re going to have a long, detailed talk about taking off on your own for any reason without backup, much less chasing your own leads, because no. Just no. Second, what the hell? Did all phones between here and wherever the hell you went just vanish?”

“You programmed your numbers into my cell, but I never memorized them. I didn’t have any way to contact you once I got there, and-”

“And you couldn’t leave a damn note?!”

Deep breath. Keep steady.

“Look, I’m really wrecked, Dean, it was a long drive, and it ended up a bust. The guy never showed. I’m dying for a shower and some food. You can interrogate me all you want, but can we not do it right here, right now?”

She pushes past him, brushing him off in a way she’s never done before, but if he keeps gazing into her soul with those jade laser beams of his, she’s going to lose every ounce of self-control. Her fingers tremble with strain, and she clutches her bag tighter, determined to hold herself together for his sake.

She only gets a couple of seconds of reprieve, though, just barely making it off the staircase. He catches up with her as she passes the map table, aiming for escape through the library, and he snatches her elbow. His grip is harsh as he pulls her around to face him, and her fingers fumble at the fierce heat behind his eyes. Her backpack drops, spilling its contents on the floor.

Her stomach bottoms out. She immediately tries to crouch down, to stuff her papers and books back in before Dean can see them, but his grip tightens on her arm, and he forces her back up to meet his eyes.

“You don’t get to disappear for two and a half days and then just-”

“Andy!”

Oh, thank god for Sam.

Andy takes advantage of Dean’s surprise to pull out of his grasp, but before she can bend down, she’s engulfed in a second, longer set of arms that feels almost as much like home as his brother’s.

God, what has she done? She really is going to lose everything. But this has to be worth it. Saving them is worth it, she knows it is. It’s going to be okay.

“Andy, are you okay? Where were you?” Sam is still in his concerned phase, and she’d like to make her exit to gather her thoughts before he hits Dean’s level of suspiciously pissed. She knows of no force in Heaven or Hell that can withstand the combined onslaught of Dean’s anger and Sam’s lectures.

“She says she found a lead,” Dean cuts in before she can try to explain herself. He’s definitely on the outer edges of pissed, and that’s fine. She can handle pissed, she just has to figure out what to do before he reaches volcanic levels of anger.

She drops down before anyone else can stop her and starts shoveling handfuls of papers in her bag. She needs to get them out of sight. She should have burned them, why didn’t she burn them, god if Sam sees some of it, he’ll know what she did without her having said a word to him, and -

“Andy, what the hell is this?”

Dean’s voice has dropped to a low, measured growl, and her eyes slide shut in dismay.

Don’t admit to anything, you don’t know what he found, just -

“You said you lost your phone, and now it falls out of your damned bag? You’re lying to me? Why-”

“Maybe because of this,” Sam cuts in, and she hears a rustle of papers from her other side, and she swears that it’s the loudest sound she’s heard in her entire life. It doesn’t matter which of her papers or which book Sam is showing his brother. They are all equally damning, and she really should have known better than to think she could get away with this plan.

“I had to do something. We were running out of time, so I made a decision while I still could.”

She’s impressed and surprised at the steadiness in her voice, the actual conviction. She is equally surprised to find herself standing when she opens her eyes, looking down at two of the most important people in the world, one of whom is regarding her with dismayed shock, and the other…

Her stomach wars with her brain; rational thought says the logical response to someone glaring at her with as much venom as Dean is packing is to run. Her stomach, on the other hand, is fully in favor of ejecting all contents in sheer terror. Somehow, she manages to shove down both impulses and stand her ground.

There’s a long moment where it seems like the whole bunker, the whole world, holds its breath, waiting for something to snap the tension. To Andy’s astonishment, Sam breaks in before Dean’s temper can explode.

“Tell me you didn’t. After everything we’ve told you, everything you know about us and our history, you called a crossroads demon? Where did you even find the summoning spell?”

She turns incredulous eyes on the younger Winchester. “Sam. I...really, Sam? When I asked to help, you put me on research. I didn't know where to look, and you gave me a stack of books, most of which had some variation of that or a similar spell in it. You gave me access to one of the world’s biggest fix-its, and you didn’t think I would do something with that?”

Sam opens his mouth, his face set with stubborn indignity, but he falls silent as Dean stands abruptly. He stalks past Andy, his silence far more worrisome than any shouting or lecturing could ever be. He stops at the bottom of the library steps, gripping the back of his neck like he’d rather have his fingers wrapped around something’s throat, and he stands like that for what feels like forever.

“I made a deal. To save you, Sam, Cas. Everyone. I had to do it.” Andy can’t stop the words that tumble from her trembling lips, and she can only be thankful that she doesn’t have to see Dean’s face as she says them. She should never have tried to lie to him, to them both, but especially not to him. Not after all the lies he’s had to live through.

“I won’t apologize. I found a way out of the end of the world when we had no other options, and I took it.”

Dean stands stiffly, unmoving as she confesses to his back. Sam wisely keeps his mouth shut, kneeling on the floor to look through Andy’s papers, avoiding looking at either of them. The gravid silence that hangs over the room is broken only by the thudding of her heart and the crinkle of pages as Sam rifles through her backpack’s spilled contents.

“Explain. Now.” Dean’s words are quiet and caustic, their bitterness cutting Andy straight to the heart.

This isn’t what she wanted, but their time is too short to try to work everything out. There will be nothing like a fairy tale ending for them, so she forces herself to say what she can. There are still some details she doesn’t want to tell him; if he knew everything, he could keep her here, keep her from going back to finish the deal, and she absolutely cannot let that happen.

“I did what you and Sam do every day. I did my research, I made a plan, and I faced the monsters. I made a choice, Dean.” She only just keeps the notes of desperation from creeping into her voice, though it’s a near thing.

He moves as she speaks, turning back to the table, his face inscrutable as he leans down to grip the back of one of the chairs. He holds onto it as if it’s the only thing keeping him together, and she feels a ridiculous stab of sympathy for the piece of furniture that’s bound to come to a bad end.

“And you think sneaking around, lying to all of us, and making a deal with a crossroads demon is going to magically fix everything?”

He’s too calm, too quiet. The chair creaks ominously under his fingers, and Andy takes a hasty step back. Sam rises, his forehead wrinkled with concern as he takes a step towards the table.

“Andy, just tell us the details,” Sam interjects, his tone low and placating, like he’s trying to calm a cornered animal. “We can figure out a way to get you out of the deal. What did the demon you met with look like? Did they tell you their name? How much time do you have?”

“God DAMN IT!”

Dean slings the chair to the side, and it skates over the floor, shredding through her papers before slamming into a support pillar with a deafening metallic clang and careening across the room. Sam steps up protectively next to her, his hands half-raised like he can’t decide if he should try to talk his brother down or block more pieces of flying furniture.

“Why, Andy? Why didn’t you just wait for Sam or Cas to find something? We were looking!”

“There was no time left, Dean!” She knows there aren’t enough words in any language to explain her decision in a way that will satisfy him. It doesn’t matter to him that she’s one of the sources of all their troubles right now, or that she is an adult who was perfectly capable of making decisions about her life long before the Wonderful Winchesters and their guardian angel rode into town.

“We had days left, at best! I don’t want this anymore than you did, but it was my blood that started this whole disaster, my blood the cult needs to finish everything, literally everything! It’s my blood that’s the solution to this whole shitshow, and that means it’s my mess to clean up. I learned that much from you and Sam, at least! You clean up the messes you make, whether you meant to make them or not. You, of all people, could at least try to understand!”

“Understand what?! That you think selling your soul will actually fix anything?”

Dean closes the distance between them, his fingers digging hard into her shoulders, knocking Sam to the side as he disregards all concepts of personal space.

“Selling your soul never solves a damned thing! And don’t you think for one second I’m gonna let you go through with this deal.”

“I’ve already gone through with it, I signed the contract. You can’t stop it, and you can’t change it. He said you’d try, and-”

“Wait a minute, ‘he’?” Sam cuts in, and Dean’s face flushes a deeper shade of crimson.

“You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t make a deal with that son of a bitch Crowley.”

Fuck.

“I made a call,” Andy finally answers. “I was either going to hell and taking the rest of the world with me, or I was going by myself and keeping the rest of you safe.”

“You had no right-”

“To make decisions about my life? The hell I don’t, it’s my life, Dean! Who gave you the right-”

“We were supposed to be in it together, you and me! It’s not just your life, and you damned well know it!”

The three of them stand frozen, the words echoing faintly through the enormous room. Sam gaping at the two of them, Dean grips Andy like he thinks she’s about to bolt, and Andy tries desperately to remember why she’s not simply throwing herself into Dean’s arms.

Castiel, with his impeccable timing, chooses this moment to enter the bunker. The creaking door catches their attention, and all eyes turn to Cas, who stands on the landing, surveying the tableau of chaos beneath him. His eyebrows lower, his consternation clear.

“Andrea?” Cas’s voice is confused but gentle as he cautiously descends the stairs. She knows from the stories Sam and Dean have told her that her friend has a fearsome warrior side that makes even the worst demons think twice before approaching, but she’s never seen a hint of that part of him.

She’s seen this man soberly examining a bowl of Cheetos, questioning their attractiveness to large, feline predators; she has a difficult time picturing him facing down the worst monsters the universe has to offer, and yet, according to Sam and Dean, he does so without hesitation on a regular basis.

Which is why his cautious approach should really worry her.

“Dean, is it really necessary to hold on to Andrea quite that hard? You’re bound to leave bruises, and she doesn’t seem to be attempting to leave.”

Dean releases Andy abruptly. His face is dark and lined with the effort of repressing his rage, and he storms past the bewildered angel. He stops at the bottom of the stairs, hand on the banister, legs flexing and trembling as if he has to force himself to stop even that long. Sam takes a step towards him, but Cas holds out a restraining hand, and for once, Sam complies, though he looks seconds away from protesting.

“You should’ve waited, Andy. You should’ve talked to me, given me a chance to find something, anything but this. I can’t...I’m done. I’m fucking done.”

He climbs the stairs three furious steps at a time and is out the door before anyone can think of how to stop him, leaving Andy lost in the remnants of his anger and her shoulders aching more from the loss of his grip than the roughness of it. Her throat is burning, her jaw aching with strain, but her eyes are dry.

There was no other way, there just wasn’t. I did the right thing, and damn Dean to Hell if he thinks I’m going to cry for that.

“Andrea?”

Cas reaches out and steadies Andy, his grasp gentle and comforting in stark contrast to Dean’s furious hold. He considers her for a long moment before finally speaking.

“Our lack of information regarding your whereabouts was quite troubling, and we assumed the worst.”

“Maybe not the absolute worst,” Sam sighs, leaning wearily against the table. He scrubs his hands over several days’ worth of stubble before rubbing his eyes. When he speaks again, he can’t even meet her eyes, and an acidic splinter of shame twists in her stomach.

“You really should have waited, Andy.” ...

Chapter 3

[more-fandon-than-friends]

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A/N:this is based on a song and it's sad, I hope you still like it though! I appreciate any comment / reblog!!

AU:Human AU

Pairing:Pining(one sided) prinxiety

TW:Major Past Character Death, Suicide mention/getting talked about, denial over death, mentions of college / school being hard, insecurities, angst/hurt no comfort, multiple mentions of Logan and Patton, one mention of Janus and one of Remus

Here a five emails Roman wrote, over five years. People change and realisations are hard.

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Dear Virgil,

You are Sixteen now!!!! WOW!! SWEET SIXTEEN!!!

Happy Birthday, emo storm cloud!!!! I know we haven't talked much in a while, but Hey. What better time to reconnect than the day to celebrate you, right?

Logan has been trying soooooooo hard to get me to learn.. But like I don't need physics!

Like hello!? I'm an actor, a prince, an artist. No nerd. That's Logan.

Ugh. But now My mum starts to stress cause I need the good grade. But for what!? Argh. It's so annoying. All I want is to sing and play. Not do numbers stuff.

Well whatever, can't do much about that. And brave knights do what's best for the peasants even if they don't agree with it.

Oh! OH! Patton!! I have to tell you about Patton!

He started to learn how to bake! And he brings the goodies to school or Disney marathons! Like imagen Lion king and brownies! How great is that!? Ahhhh even LOGAN likes it.

Logan!!

Sure few things aren't perfect but puffball only started!

Well, I just wanted to chat a bit.

But just talked about me and the others! Well that's what I do I guess, talk about me.

How are you? I hope it's treating you well.

I have to go now. I will write you again

xx Roman

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Dear Virgil,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Nearly an adult now! Congrats!

Have you heard!? I got the lead role in the play! Yes! I'm gonna play Evan! WAVING THROUGH A WINDOW

AHHHH I'M SO HAPPY. like you know how I always wanted the lead role! I finally got it. And Janus finally didn't get it! Like finally as if he is that good of an actor. I deserve it I worked for it! Patton said I worked for the audition more than all school work last year probably true lol

ALSO Logan is now doing the big quizes. He won the school one and now goes national. He is such a nerd!!! But honestly it's cool! He was missing a school day for a quiz like I want that too for plays!

Well Honestly that's all that happened. Sorry that's so short! But I don't have much time next to the play!

As Patton would say:Eat and drink like you would tell your kitty to and love yourself like it, bye bye

XxRoman

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Dear Virgil,

Wow. 18 HAPPY BIRTHDAY! SUCH A GRANPA THERE.

I hope you are doing well.

Sorry I don't have a present for you. I know you like flowers, roses. I know. I know. Sorry Remus did some bullshit (what's new tho) and our parents froze both our bank accounts. Can't wait to be 18 Jeez.

WELL, I look for colleges now! Majoring in Acting. Patton want to do psychology and Logan physics. WELL I guess or majors aren't big surprises to you, are they?

I think a lot about you.

Just yesterday I found the city we drew at my room wall. My closet stood there for the longest time. But OMG do you rember us 5 year Olds doing that?! We felt like the biggest artist ever. That was fun. I miss that.

Well whatever!!

I will go adventure the world next year! Can't wait for it!

Miss you

xxRoman

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Dear Virgil,

I nearly forgot to write you today, sorry!

College is so stressful! I couldn't just take acting, no, the other class I had to take was a language and that's so hard. But hey now I can speak a bit spanish

In all honestly college is draining. Maybe it's just the first year. But it's so overwhelming. You always told me that about school Guess now I can feel it.

And yeah that's fucking tiring. Oof. Let's hope it's gets better. Princes go to bad times and get out even stronger!

Right?

Well I hope so. Also sorry that all of them are so short. I SWEAR I always tell myself "today I'll write more" but then everything feels so wrong to write.

I don't know how to explain it.

Hope you are good

XX Roman

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Dear Virgil,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Rember when I told you that writing so many things feel wrong?

Well I figured it out.

I was still in denial.

I didn't want to touch on anything that would make it to clear that you are gone.

It's silly, I know I know.

But acting as if I'm having a very one sided, yearly email exchange is better than realising facts. You are dead. For four years now.

And I, well I couldn't, didn't want to, see it. It's easier to ignore. Ignorance is bliss and all that.

And talking about anything in more detail would make it clear, you are gone. Crazy, right?

I still struggle with college by the way. I feel like I need to always be perfect, but learning a language is so hard, I just want to major in drama.

I also haven't seen Patton or Logan in the last few weeks. The curse of different colleges. I guess that makes it harder too. You know me, I love being with my friends.

I'm a bit scared that they forget me. They nearly never talk about you, so forgetting me isn't to far away, right?

Well.. Let's hope for the best.

I really miss you, Virge.

I don't know if you ever noticed, probably not, I had the biggest crush on you. How cliché, I know you don't like them, but I do. I planned in my head that picture percent future. I daydreamed about that quiet a lot. Then the call came. Your mother called us to come to the hospital. I did come, so did Logan and Patton, and she told us the doctors are trying to safe you. From yourself, basically. You couldn't do it anymore. And killed yourself. And my daydreams too. But even though you are dead. I know that. The day dreams for what futures we could have had don't leave. From celebrities to farms on the country side.

I know I told you that already, but I miss you. I love you. I'm sorry. I feel like I should have picked up something. I day-dream about being your knight in charming armor because I failed to do it in real life.

I wish I could have helped you.

I'm sorry.

I hope you are well.

I'll write you again next year, then I'm six years older than you were.

xxRoman