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Silver Lining

Summary:  You’re half shapeshifter / half human and head over to dinner at your boyfriend’s house to meet his family. Things don’t go quite as you planned. Characters: Mark Winchester (OMC) x Teenage!Reader…with Sam, Dean, and Bobby Word Count: 2599 Warnings: Very very very minor angst. A/N: In this fic, Dean has a teenage son. He, his son, Sam, and Bobby all live together at Bobby’s house and they all still are hunters. This is my first one-shot reader insert fic. I’m still new to the fanfic scene, so any feedback would be appreciated!

It’s gross.

Even if you were a full blood shapeshifter, the transformation process is disgusting; but as a half shifter…the process is not only just as gross, it’s extremely painful and takes longer than normal. You’ve only shifted four times in your life that you can remember (your mother said you were not as careful when you were a baby), and each time it was an emergency. 

Your mother explained as much as she could as you were growing up, but you still had questions. All she ever told you was that your father was a shapeshifter and he had tricked her into falling in love with him. When he vanished, your mother said he was probably killed by hunters.

You didn’t understand what hunters were until a few years ago. You were out with your mother at Tully’s Diner for lunch when two people dressed in business suits came in. Your mother looked up at them and tensed up immediately, clenching her teeth together.

“Mom? What’s wrong?” You asked, reaching across the table for her hand.

“You need to learn eventually.” She muttered under her breath before clearing her throat and speaking normally. “Do you see those two people who just came in?”

You wait a few seconds and casually looked over your right shoulder at the man and woman who entered as they made their way to a booth on the opposite side of the restaurant. You turned back to your mother and nodded.

“They’re hunters,” she whispered, “They and people like them go after supernatural beings like your father. I don’t know why they’re here, but I can assume you’ve been careful with your transformations?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, “Yeah, mom. I’m fourteen, not stupid. Last time I shifted was last year when you needed me to go to the DMV for you.”

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Serial Magic

Summary: Y/N, a serial killer on death row, gets a surprise visit from two FBI agents who aren’t what they seem. But… neither is she. Characters: Witch!Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Peter (OMC), other minor OCs Word Count: 3410 Warnings: Language, angst, nerdy!Sam, sassy!Reader, sexuality, fluff A/N: This takes place in season 10. Not really sure where this one came from, but I was in the mood to have an out-of-the-box story with a couple twists and turns. And of course, who doesn’t love making Sammy blush. It was beta’d by @saxxxology and I hope you enjoy!

Time passed differently when she was trapped in a cell.

Things she didn’t normally notice were suddenly a lot more prevalent, and sometimes even more annoying. The most annoying part for Y/N, though, was not being able to channel enough power to get the hell out. The dull gray jumpsuit, obviously sewn to be unflattering, was itchy against her neck as she laid down on the uncomfortable mattress and stared at the ceiling.

Twelve deaths. Well, twelve murders is what they said as she was sentenced. That’s why she was currently locked in a stupid cell inside a stupid prison. They weren’t even murders, though… all of those deaths were self defense. A witch as connected as her, she made enemies fast and had to learn to defend herself even faster.

Being arrested wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was the anticipation, the small twitch of hope she still had in her body, even though she knew it was useless. Her brain still held onto that optimism, even after a year, and each day just served to remind her that the inevitable was coming. She had four months left until they were going to execute her like it was Salem in 1692.

She was considered a serial killer. They had sentenced her to death.

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OKAYY moving into simu!ken’s mojo dojo casa house and him cuddling with you every night & not letting you go 🫣❤️

a/n: YUHHHHH more Simu!Ken, coming right up! Thank you dear anon! 💗💗💗 Can be considered an AU of this piece, btw! (+ again, you can kinda read this as Ryan!Ken!)

warnings: fluffy fluff! (+ spoilers obv!)

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Let's say for an unbeknownst miracle, Mr. Mattel does allow our dear Ken to bring you to Barbieland, whether temporarily/visitor or as a permanent resident. What's more, he doesn't have a lot of say in it considering the universe has, in fact, destined the two of you to be together.

Ken is obviously your tour guide, not just in the sense of showing you around the place, but also being there for you since Barbieland and the real world worked differently, after all! He especially wants to be by your side the way you did for him when he struggled to get used to your world.

Acting as your guide, he just loves the way your eyes sparkle at anything and everything he shows you, whether it’s the Mermaid Barbies saying hi to you when you first arrived at the beach, or when your OOTD magically appears in your wardrobe or even when he held your hand as the two of you float down from Ken's house!

But the best part about having you by his side is knowing that you'd be the last person he sees when he goes to bed, just as you are the first person he wakes up to. 

Shortly after the Barbieland vs Kendom kerfuffle, one of the first changes was the Kens receiving their own houses (read: Mojo Dojo Casa House, because they still liked the ring to it!) rather than living in Ruth knows where.

By now, all Kens, as you can imagine, would have different interests, and one could see it from the interior of their houses alone, including Simu!Ken’s old one! And just as his friends promised, they kept it just as he left it in case he decided to come back, and with the girl of his dreams. 

He’d be into athletics, plus basketball and gymnastics. You'd also see a couple of his favourite posters of classic musicals here and there and his ol' good friends, his guitar and piano. He’d even bring some of his new favourites from your world to gift his friends and of course, to spruce up the place. Make his ol’ Mojo Dojo Casa House more ‘you-and-him-esque’.

The Barbies were all too happy to have a newcomer, let alone the significant other of the Pompadour Ken, even inviting you to your first ladies' night. 

Ken would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a bit disappointed at their invitation, initially wanting to end the night, and your first night, no less, by playing some songs of your choice on his piano before cuddling with you. But, the last thing he wants to do is ruin your fun. This is your first time, after all. Plus, he knows he has all the time in the world to give you as much cuddles as he has to offer. 

So, he returned home without you. 

Still, he had a skip in his step, watching a bit of TV, jamming out on his guitar a little. Even as he showered, got changed and went under the covers. Not only was he happy to see his friends, but he was even more elated to introduce you to them. 

And though he expected you to stay over at the Barbies’ place for the night, that didn’t deter him from staying awake for a while, laying in bed with his hands behind his head while humming a tune, reminiscing all the things you did from when he met you till today.

So, imagine his surprise when he heard footsteps coming up.

“Ken?” He immediately sat up at the voice, his face breaking into a smile as soon as you peeked your head from behind the wall, “Hi, handsome.”

“Hey,” Ken whispered in disbelief, pushing off the blanket before walking to you. He gently held your jaw, tilting it upwards to lock eyes, "You're here. Wait, how did you get here?”

Though he didn't have to worry about anything happening to you here unlike the more dodgy streets in the real world, he would've still come over in a flash if you had called.

"Have a good night, you two! Don't do something I wouldn't do!" She winked, laughing heartily when you looked away in embarrassment. Ken, too, but he also had a more goofy smile on his face because, well, even the president knew you were both practically joined at the hip. She then drove off, back to continue ladies' night with the rest of the Barbies.

"The president offered me a ride." You answered before looking over to the street, Ken following your line of sight to see the president waving at the two of you from her car. 

“It’s not because of me, is it?” Ruth forbid he ruin your night just because he couldn’t give you some space for a few hours.

“No, no! Don’t get me wrong, Ladies’ night was amazing! I even had dinner with both President Barbie and Writer Barbie!” You gushed, remembering how you looked like a child in a candy store as they welcomed you. You then placed your hands on his cheeks, “But I didn’t want to be away from my boyfriend, not especially on our first night here.”

You watched his eyes crinkle as he grinned, even more so when you added.

“Plus, you know I’m not much of a party person.” You shared a laugh, holding each other for a moment before letting you go for a shower. Though, you didn’t miss the goofy smile on his face. Just when you thought you couldn’t be blinded any more by that look of his.

It didn’t take long for you to get ready, heading to your shared wardrobe and finding your sleepwear next to Ken’s outfit for tomorrow. Back in bed, he couldn’t help but grin when you let out a sound of awe as you were miraculously in your nightwear, the same cute noise you made this morning when you changed into your first set of clothes when the two of you first arrived. He stood up, walking to the wardrobe to find you checking yourself out in front of the mirror. 

“How do I look?” You posed a little, only to be caught off guard when he took your hand for a twirl, then moved forward, chest to chest as he nodded in appreciation.

“Like an angel, but then again, you are one.” He wiggled his brows. Suave, “Come on.”

With your hand in his, the two of you headed for bed, getting comfortable in between the sheets before he brought you close by the hips. 

“Did you at least have fun here?” Ken asked almost hesitantly. 

“Ken, I had one of the best times of my life,” You replied, craning your neck to kiss the tip of his nose, “Thank you.”

“Mmm, and there's more where that came from,” Ken assured you proudly, “But right now, I just wanna hold you.”

Since then, there has never been a day where Ken was not cuddling you to sleep. You didn’t have a long-lasting social battery as much as the Barbies did, and Ken was already seeing his friends in the day, so nighttime was almost always reserved for the two of you. And still, he manages to surprise you every night with his bright ideas.

Even when the sun rises, good luck with getting out of his arms. If his proposition to stay in bed for the day won't work on you, his deep morning voice certainly will.

One of his favourite ones is when the two of you were watching a movie in the living room after dinner. You were both comfortably chilling on the couch when he saw you yawn from the corner of his eyes. He chuckled, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and coaxing you to lay on him. Your protests only came in light murmurs, though giving in as the temptation to lay in the arms of your man only grew. 

He grabbed the blanket off the couch’s backrest, as he may or may not have hoped for nights like these, opening it up to cover both you and him. 

He’d watch the movie for a few minutes, occasionally kissing the crown of your head and patting your back in a lulling manner. He then just stopped caring about the movie altogether, too entranced by how relaxed you were with one side of your face against his chest. 

He was too focused on you that he didn’t notice that the movie had a scene revolving around a bomb, not until it detonated, releasing an all-too-loud ‘boom!’ through the speakers that had you stirring in your sleep. 

Ken was quick to grab the remote, turning the volume down while cussing under his breath. His heart stopped for a moment when you moved, only to sigh in relief when your body relax again. He narrowed his eyes at the TV before putting his attention back on you. It was only a matter of time before he, too, went out like a light, holding you close before getting some shut-eye of his own.

But besides the jarring lack of walls or just privacy from the neighbouring houses in general, Barbieland is absolutely wonderful!

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» a/n: wanna tell me your soft thoughts about Simu!Ken? go ahead!! you're not just feeding me, but you're also feeding many others with your chef's kiss-worthy ideas!! <3

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Hello! If it's not too much trouble, could you please write some Headcanons for Older! Steven (Steven Universe) dating a Tomboy girl? So like how he would react to his girlfriend being boyish, dressing masculinely, always being covered in scabs and bruises from adventuring and maybe some fights, and taking up more traditionally masculine hobbies like Blacksmithing? Thanks so much, I hope this isn't too weird of a request! ☘️

Steven met you on the Miami beach.

That’s it. That’s all. He met you on the beach, first.

You went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, my friends and I are in the middle of some dumbass debate, how old are you?”

He was definitely taken aback by your straight forwardness. “Uhm... 19.”

“Fantastic.” You smiled.

“You?”

“18, 19 on Saturday. Would be a shame if I didn’t have a cute boy accompanying me to the movies and for dinner.” You winked.

“W-w-what about your friends?”

“There were no friends.” ;)

“Oh.”

You two began dating after that.

He said the first I love you, and that was AFTER you punched Kevin in the face.

Steven often finds himself buying and giving you more bandaids than flowers and stuffed animals

Not that you’re complaining.

He definitely did establish a “leave your scabs the fuck alone” rule. So... you have to leave your scabs alone now.

He plays connect the dots with the little scars you have from throwing sticks with kids when you were younger. “Dodge the UFO” you called it.

You and Bismuth DEFINITELY bond. She’s definitely your best friend.

You two made your own axe.

Steven came to see you and bismuth at her little shop and saw you branding a double-edged axe almost as big as you.

“What is that?!”

“I think imma name it Chad.”

You make Steven take you everywhere.

Taking to the diamonds?

You’re there.

However you leave if the topic of crotch goblins EVER come up.

“Oh Steven! Ever though of babi... where did (Y/N) go?”

You’re very firm in your stance on not having children before you’re at least 8-10 years into your career.

Steven is VERY much ok with that.

You’ve been taking MMA for a couple years.

You 100% steal his clothes. His jeans? Might as well be yours. You wear them all the time. After a point the line between living apart and living together are VERY MUCH blurred.

Oh he definitely steals your clothes too

“Is that my muscle tee?”

“And if it is?”

“Need muscles for a muscle tee Steven.”

You definitely like to tease him and call yourself the muscles of the relationship.

Do you like to WWE his ass?

You’re constantly pulling out the new stops.

The first time you two got into an argument he found you at Bismuths, yelling and kicking at the practice dummies.

“He has the NERVE to call me insensitive. It’s not MY fault the girl eye balling him.”

“You told her ‘keep staring and I’ll knock you cock-eyed’.”

“Yea but how’s the insensitive? It’s mean. I’m mean.”

“No you’re scared.” Bismuth put down the hammer and looked at you.

“Scared? Me?” You turned around.

“You’re scared. That’s reasonable. I mean, you’re what? 19? Real relationships will scare you. Pearl scares me a lot.” Bismuth chuckled. “Go and talk to him. There’s obviously some unresolved shit from your past.”

“No, it’s resolved.”

“Then why did you act the way you did?”

So you did, you talked to Steven. Who was there the whole time outside the door.

“I’m sorry for calling you insensitive.”

“I’m sorry for being an ass.”

Steven doesn’t pry for your past, or ask you why you’re living in Miami.

You eventually end up telling him why. And about everything. And Steven tells you why.

“Holy shit dude.”

You could only go and say that. You felt so horrible for what he went through.

“Hey Steve?”

“Yea?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too” :D

You definitely fight a lot of people. Boys, girls, non-binaries.

Your hands are rated E for everyone

“I will literally strangle you with your lower intestine.” You threatened a college boy who pushed you in a Sams Club over a pizza slice.

“Let’s not inside a sams club.” Steven put his hand on your shoulder.

“He pushed me.”

“And remember what your therapist said? Deep calming breaths.”

“Wow, wack job sees a shrink.”

You took a deep breath and walked away.

Until he laughed and you turned around, and you turned around punching him in the nose

“And back down to 0 days without a fight.”

When you two moved in together, offically, you just share the closet. It’s hard to distinguish what belongs to who

“Ripped jeans?”

“Mine... I believe?”

“They have an S on the tag.”

“Oh definitely mine.”

“ 🥺 you keep my initials on you?”

Steven DROOLED when he saw you nekky for the first time.

Tattoos???

“IS THIS WHY YOU WEAR FLANNELS AND LONG JEANS? YOU HID THIS FROM ME?”

“I wear tank tops.”

“So many tattoos 🥺”

He definitely drools over your body.

If you think he’s vanilla?

You’re definitely right.

Until he met you.

“What’s that?”

“What’s wh- Steven put that down.”

“I didn’t know you were a cop.”

Steven is a SWITCH and you will NOT TAKE THAT FROM ME

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Snakes and Stones

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“Damn,” Sam said under his breath. He and Dean had just stepped into a small, rundown diner where the ghoul was known to terrorize. While the diner was open 24/7, the brothers had hoped that they would find the diner empty (except for the ghoul, obviously).

But you were sitting down at the corner of the counter, staring straight ahead.

“Nah, it’s cool,” Dean said, studying you. “She’s obviously drunk. And maybe blind.”

“What?”

“Look at her—beanie down to her ears, no doubt hiding greasy hair. Stained pants that haven’t been washed, hell, maybe not even taken off in at least four days. Sunglasses on inside at…” Dean glanced at his watch. “11:26 pm.”

“That doesn’t–”

“And take a look at that plate in front of her. Biscuits and gravy with bacon. Heavy on the grease.”

“You really have no room to judge people on what they eat. You probably think that looks good.”

“Hell yeah, I do.”

At that moment, a waitress stepped out from the back. “Help you, boys?”

“Table for two,” Dean said, holding up two fingers. “Booth if you can.”

The waitress nodded to the booth the brothers were standing next to. Sam and Dean slid into it as the waitress placed sticky plastic menus in front of them. The boys pretended to look over the pages while surveying the diner.

“That’s our ghoul,” Dean whispered as the waitress drifted back into the kitchen.

“Totally,” Sam said. “So, what… ambush in the kitchen?”

Dean pursed his lips. “I don’t know…”

“We need to keep that civilian safe.”

“Yeah, yeah. But…”

“What?”

“I don’t want to destroy the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“That’s where the food is.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

At that moment, there was a screeching in the back, along with the clanging of pots and pans hitting the floor. Sam and Dean grabbed their weapons and dashed into the kitchen.

The cook lay dead in the middle of the kitchen floor, his blood splattered around, his intestines now on the outside of his stomach. The waitress lay near him, mouth covered in red. The figure standing over her corpse was wearing a beanie and stained pants.

“Hold it right there!” Dean said, gun aimed.

“Easy, gents. I’m just here to help.”

“Who the hell are you?” Sam asked.

You raised your hand to your face, causing the Winchesters to twitch, prepared to fire if you tried to throw a blade or shoot a bullet in their direction. Slowly, you turned.

“Guns down, boys. The threat’s gone.”

“What did you do to them?”

“Her.”

“What?” Dean asked.

“I only did something to her. She killed the cook.”

Dean’s eyes went from the bloated corpses at your feet to your eyes.

Your sunglasses-covered eyes.

“How’d a blind chick gank a ghoul with such speed and ease?”

“I’m not blind.”

“Hungover?”

“No?”

“Then what’s with the glasses?”

“Nothing.”

“So take ‘em off.”

“No, thanks.”

“You got somethin’ to hide?”

“You have no idea.”

Dean and Sam shared a look. “What’s going on here?” Sam asked.

“I did my job.” You paused for a moment. “And apparently your job as well. Nice try, boys. Better luck next time.”

“Who the hell are you?” Dean asked.

“Y/N. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” You started out of the kitchen, brushing past the Winchesters.

Dean watched as you disappeared. Was it his imagination or was there a faint hissing sound following you?

“You can have my biscuits, if you want,” you called behind you.

Dean was tempted—after all, the cook was dead. But the mystery of you was too big to leave alone.

“Hey,” he called, following you, Sam following him.

Did… did your beanie just move?

“What are you hiding?”

“Everything I normally don’t share with strangers!”

Dean reached forward, yanking your beanie off.

He froze in his tracks, Sam running into him.

“Holy shit,” Dean said.

“Goddammit!” You spun around, hand darting to your hair.

Your hair made of SNAKES.

“Give me that back!” You reached out for the beanie.

Dean was so shocked that he let you jerk the beanie from his fingers. You pulled it back down over your head, tucking in a stray snake. You adjusted your sunglasses but Dean could feel the glare you were giving him.

“Holy shit,” Sam said. “You’re a… a Gorgon.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “So?”

“I didn’t think those existed!”

“Yeah, well, we do, thank you very much.”

“Hold on, she’s a what now?” Dean asked.

“Right here, jackass,” you murmured.

“A Gorgon. They’re these creatures from Greek mythology with hair made of snakes and a stare that turns victims to stone.”

“Wait, like Medusa?”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak of Grandmother as if you knew her.”

The Winchesters stared at you, eyes wide.

“You… you’re related to Medusa?” Sam asked, incredulously.

“Any living Gorgon can trace their lineage back to her. There aren’t that many of us left, though.” You studied the men. “So… can I go now?”

“Are you a hunter?” Sam asked.

“I do what I can.”

The three of you stood in awkward silence.

“Can I seriously have your biscuits?” Dean asked.

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A Place To Call Home

Summary: The reader isn’t thrilled to be going to yet another foster home and is simply looking to get by until she’s an adult. Only her new family isn’t going to let her give up so easy…

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 163K (individual counts in parts)

Warnings: language, angst

A/N #1: The reader is 16-17 years old for this series. This series is complete! <3

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The Loveliest Lies of All Masterlist

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Chapter One: The Old Grist Mill

Chapter Two: Hard Times at the Huskin' Bee

Chapter Three: Schooltown Follies

Chapter Four: Songs of the Dark Lantern

Chapter Five: Mad Love

Chapter Six: Lullaby in Frogland

Chapter Seven: The Ringing of the Bell

Chapter Eight: Babes in the Wood

Chapter Nine: Into the Unknown

Chapter Ten: The Unknown

Epilogue

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The wise Ragnarsons x Reader Modern AU Imagine

A/N: Alright guys, this is my first requested imagine. It took me a while to do it, due to some problems with my laptop (which was the reason I had to start all over again), and then I got ill…it was almost as if this story shouldn`t be written…so if it is not as good as my other imagines, please be kind! Anyways here it is, requested by @ceylon-morphe286, hope that’s what you had in mind.

if you find any mistakes, please comment.

Description: Y/N A woman from the future gets stuck in the world of Ivar the Boneless and his brothers and tries her best to deal with the situation. But her, to the Vikings seemingly strange, behaviour causes many unexpecting things to happen and gives her a special position in Kattegat.

Since I can remember, I was dreaming of experiencing an adventure.

But by that, I did not mean to wake up one morning and find myself in a dark hot and completely unknown room.

I laid in a huge bed made completely of wood and even though it was about 40 ° C in here (caused to a massive fire burning in a fireplace a couple of meters away from the end of the bed), someone decided to wrap me in what felt like a ton of furs.

The house, (if you even could call it that) seemed to have no windows, so it was very dark.

It took me a while to figure out, that this was no dream.

No, it was the reality!

I figured out, that this couldn`t be some crazy one night stand after me getting VERY drunk.

I came to the conclusion, that someone must have played a sick prank on me.

However, every thought on how and why I got here, was gone within seconds when I abruptly realized something that made me scream in shock and panic!

I was completely naked.

It’s been a week since these events took place.

It took me a while to figure out, what happened.

I travelled back in time to the 9th century.

Yup, that’s my life…

I still had no clue as to how and why I ended up here, but I learned that I was in a place named Kattegat ruled by king Ragnar.

His youngest son Ivar was the one that found me that morning unconscious on the beach.

I was told, that the cold nearly killed me, so I was stripped down and put in this room under those furs to sweat out all the bacteria.

I remembered my grandmother always doing the same when I was ill as a child, so I believed them when I was told that that was the reason why I was naked.

Since my arrival in Kattegat, I was under the care of the Ragnarsons.

I came to the conclusion, that it was better not to tell them where I came from.

I was allowed to walk through Kattegat but they were always watching over me.

especially Ivar.

He claimed me as his with the justification, that he was the one that found me.

However, I tried my best to fit in but, let’s just say it was difficult.

It was my second day here in Kattegat and I was told to serve  Ivar and his brothers their breakfast this morning. Even though I had a problem doing what I was told as I saw no reason in doing so, I figured out it would help me fit in.

However, things got a little bit out of hand…

When I was almost done with putting everything on the table, I felt a hand squeezing my butt.

When I turned around slowly trying to keep calm I saw Sigurd smirking right up at me.

That was a mistake.

The noise of my palm hitting his face was a reminder of that.

“What the hell slave” Hvitserk called out in shock.

But Hvitserks comment caused my blood to boil completely.

“Do NOT dare to call me a slave again! I shouted.

”I am equal to you and I am not anyone’s property.”

“NEVER forget that unless you want me to give your balls a reminder of that for the rest of your life.”

“I would not mess with her” Ubbe said while smirking slightly.

well well well, it seems like there were a lot of things to fix around here…

The following week’s things in Kattegat changed…

No one doubted the things (Y/N) said.

Everybody thought she was some kind of a god or someone that was able to heel injuries nobody else could.

At first, everyone was sceptical. I mean come on, how could you not be if suddenly she would start singing “shake it off” and shuffle dance during a feast when she was told to dance.

Even Hvitserk stopped eating.

Or when she talked about something called “Infinity War”, “Avengers” and “Thor” being defeated by a purple giant…

But people started trusting her when she healed Björns arm, on her fourth day in Kattegat.

From this day on, people started calling her “the wise”.

“How many times did I told you how important it is, to wash your hands before dinner? I told you about bacteria and stuff, remember?”

I shouted when I caught Hvitserk stealing some food from the table before washing his hands.

“By the way, where is Ivar ?” I asked a bit suspicious.

“I don`t know, Hvitserk answered while looking at his shoes.

I was about to push further when the doors of the great hall opened and Ivar crawled inside.

covered in blood.

“oh no, no no no NO” was all I repeated, when I walked over to him and dragged him over to the can of fresh water by his ear.

I insisted on always keeping some fresh water in the dining hall.

A little bit of hygiene couldn`t hurt.

“IVAR!” I shouted while letting him go next to the water can.

“You gonna get sick!”

“Your wounds from this ridiculous fight yesterday are still open. If blood comes in the wound and you and the other person don`t have the same blood type, you will get clotting problems and you gonna die because your blood will bind with the other’s cells and… I tried to explain.

“Nonsense” Ivar growled quietly.

He was really too stubborn for his own good.

“Dude really? You still don`t trust me?”

Dude? Is that some sort of insult? Sigurd asked curiously.

Yup and here we go again…

“I don`t know about you Sigurd but I think you and Ivar owe me some trust after all I`ve done. You should be ashamed of yourself. Both of you.”

That was all I said, before leaving the hall.

Later that evening I was about to leave the great hall to go to bed when I heard someone talking.

I became curious and tried to listen in to the conversation.

“What is it Ivar, why were you so suspicious and reserved towards Y/N?” Ubbe asked. “We decided to trust her.”

“She is scary” Ivar answered quietly.

I smiled to myself.

Who would think that the mighty Ivar the boneless would be afraid of somebody?

Maybe, things would work out between the boys and me.

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"Oh god" Ethan turned away and covered his face. They were doing a reddit video when some one posted photos of you from an old video you had done.

It wasn't inappropriate, just supposed to look like it was. But they didn't know that.

Mark tried to make some words but he was laughing to hard.

"We need to get an explanation" Ethan grabbed his phone and called up Y/N. She soon answered the call confused as she heard the sound of Mark "dying". Ethan giggled and turned the camera towards Mark.

"Wha-What?! What is this!?" Mark shouted hysterically.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked extremely confused. Ethan flipped the camera towards the computer.

"Oh god, that was an old thumbnail from a video. It was just some clickbait shit" By this time Y/N was dying as well.

"Okay, thank you!" Mark said as Ethan hung up. They had to stop recording for a bit because it was just too funny.

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━"Guest Appearance"

━Tw: None

━Notes: A very cute idea I had reminiscing about the time Unus Annus did a wax video with Sean

━Song: "Twin Sized Matress" By The Front Bottoms

Ethan and Mark were staring to regret their choice in friends.

Or at least the kind of ideas they came up for this goddamn channels videos.

It was fucking loud. I mean, honestly what did they expect when offering two of the goofiest people they knew to fly out for a video and shutting them in a room with a camera. There wasn’t going to be a bit of content without yelling after all. Especially when it came down to the four idiots playing around right now with how tightly knit they were.

Maybe it was the full on wax war that wasn’t predicted.

The rapidly cooling substance was flinging nearly everywhere, clinging to the surface of the walls like sticky soda and some even being propelled on the ceiling fan above (which in turn splattered it every which way like a modern age art project).

Paintbrushes with cream colored bristles—that had previously been used for spreading wax across bare skin—were now being dipped in the milky white substance. Before the wax could harden completely it was launched at a respective person, who got a face full of it to enjoy.

Honestly (Y/n) was having the time of their fucking life.

They didn’t give a shit whether or not the camera couldn’t even see them properly right now. All they were focused on was ducking up and down between the protection of a scrappy desk, trying their best not to get smacked in the mouth with the slimy wax as they fired their own ammo at Sean.

Ethan was on the other side of them, the team of two having mischievously grabbed half a bucket of hot wax halfway through the scheduled video and attacking the other people in the room.

The war had only been officially waged after Mark had grabbed a handful from his own bucket without a second thought, nailing Ethan directly in the scalp with it as a ‘thank you’ gift.

”Surrender losers!” A girlish squeal came from Ethan as he narrowly avoided another fire ball of wax, sticking his tongue out at Mark. His brown hair was plastered to the front of his forehead with a mix of sweat and wax, mimicking the look of everyone else. He had even almost knocked their cover over as he squatted down.

”Nhever!” Determination poked its head through Sean’s thick Irish accent. (Y/n) paused to clutch at their rib cage in a fit of laughter as they witnessed the man stand up and pose like a superhero, only to slip on a puddle of wax and land straight on his ass.

”Oh ye think tha’s funny (Y/n)?” He said quickly getting back up and making devilish eye contact. They let out a sudden yell as Sean grew closer and fully left the protection of his pathetic looking plastic table, formerly having hid behind it with Marks bulky figure.

They attempted to scramble up and out of the room, a complete disregard for the camera recording all of this as this point. All that they were worried about right now was escaping the ghoulish grin and bucket of wax coming their way.

”Wait no please!”

Their pleas were met with a tirade of evil laughter, managing to just barely close their eyes before warm wax slid down every available surface of their face.

Even Ethan and Mark had stopped in their ferocious battle to watch the buckets contents get emptied onto their head. Now instead of (Y/n) rolling on the ground belly laughing it was them, completely ignoring the mess sticking to their clothes like wallpaper in exchange for playfully howling at the fellow content creator.

”You guys fucking suck!” They spat, already feeling their face start to freeze up with the wax. While their words might be venomous their tone was not, breaking up with an amused wheeze halfway through.

“I’m telling Amy and Gab that you three were pushing me around!”

”Oooooh I’m so scared of Sean and Marks girlfriends!”

”Dont think I forgot about you either Mr. Crankgameplays. You act like I won’t go get your mother on the phone right this second.”

The other boys made oohing sounds at Ethan like a fifth grader who just watched their classmate get in trouble. He simply blew a raspberry at them in response.

It was only then that Sean backed up slightly, bumping into the forgotten camera and startling himself

(Y/n) laughed as much as they could with a temporarily paralyzed face, watching as the boys discussed jokingly in front of the camera if attacking each other with discolored crayon wax was enough content to satiate their gremlin viewers. Spoiler alert: They determined it was.

”Not exactly the normal content of Unus Annus. But then again we wouldn’t have invited you and Sean if we had wanted that. Congrats on being the first and last special guest to hijack our original plan for a video.” Mark grinned with teeth, now holding an arm out so (Y/n) could help themself up. They took it with as much of a smile they could manage, attempting to mumble a jovial ‘thank you dumbass’ back at him.

”Mark wipe their face off I can’t understand jack shit coming out of their mouth.”

”Awhh bu’ I was enjoyin ta silence.”

(Y/n) simply made a slitting gesture across their throat at Sean, cussing him out with their eyes. The motion just received more snickers.

“You know what? Sure. Let’s get Chica in here to wipe that wax off their face.” Mark rubbed his hand together in a comically evil motion. “Or should I say lick it off?”

Their eyes widened as they chased after the laughing boys, yelling from the back of their throat desperately with a smile.

Totally worth the trip.

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Lumity x Reader cuddle session? It can be one shot or head cannons I’m not picky 💕

Poly Lumity cuddling with reader

Fandom: The Owl House

Character(s): Luz Noceda, Amity Blight

A/N: I love writing for Poly Lumity💕

Lumity

Cuddling with Luz and Amity is definitely a very pleasant experience

The three of you discussed how you'd like to cuddle a lot and in the end came to a good agreement

You are in the middle holding Luz since she came to a conclusion that she likes to cuddle into your chest while you hold her

Amity is wrapping her arms around you both from behind you since she likes to feel like she protects you two

So you are in the middle being surrounded by your girlfriends

Ever since you decided to sleep like that none of you wanted to change that because of how comfortable this position is to you three and how it's perfect in satisfying your needs (Amity protective instincts for example)

The best cuddles on earth right there

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Sashannarcy - We're here now

Anne Boonchuy x Sasha Waybright x Marcy Wu x Female Reader

Fandom: Amphibia

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Okie dokie! Over complicated request for Anne, Marcy, and Sasha in Amphibia. Basically reader is the 4th of their group, sadly not always able to hangout due to a whole list of martial arts hobbies they do. But hey she had a free day and Sasha invited her to be a look out for Anne while she stole the box! And so they all went together. But where all three of the others landed where they could be taken in and taught of the world, reader didn't. Instead reader landed in a dangerous region the denizens of Amphibia refuse to enter due to the monsters that live in it. The three find eachother, they reunite, but still no sign of reader, but there's rumors of a new rising terror in the dangerous region. And so going to explore they find reader, wrapped in various pelts and scales, fighting massive creatures with ramshackle weapons. But the moment reader sees the three, she bursts into tears, hitting herself and mumbling various statements along the lines of "no, can't be them. They're home. They're safe. Just focus, survive, and maybe someone will take me home. Back to them." Clearly assuming they are hallucinations.

And I'm sorry for just how MUCH that is, 100% chill if you don't wanna do it cause its a mess and I'm sorry.

Summary: After getting teleported to Amphibia, Anne reunites with her two girlfriends Sasha and Marcy but not Y/N. Worried about their girlfriend, girls started looking for her while they recharged the stones but they didn't expected to find her on a mission that King Andrias send them on.

A/N: I'm in such an Amphibia mood, it's unbelievable😩😂 Thanks for requesting <3

Anne's POV

"Yeah, so the first time I got here I fell down a bunch of stairs and broke my leg" Marcy laughed to which me and Sasha kind of forced a laugh since our girlfriend getting hurt isn't that fun for us but well it's Marcy so of course she will find it funny.

Me, Sasha and Marcy had a sleepover in Newtopia so we could catch up on everything that happened since we came to Amphibia. Marcy's room was full of laugher but we could all see a free seat between Marcy and Sasha which didn't let us fully enjoy ourselves. I mean how could we when our girlfriend is still out there and we don't even know if she's safe or not.

We met Y/N when we were kids. She joined our group a few months after me, Sasha and Marcy met each other but the moment we saw her we knew that we had to befriend her.

*Flashback*

"Get back here Boonchuy" I heard Sasha yell behind me while she chased me. I laughed and ran away, having a lot of fun before I was tackled to the ground by Sasha.

"Ha, Gotcha" She said in pride before she started tickling me. I tried squirming out of her grip but without any success.

It didn't took long for Marcy to jump on both of us and tickling us. I threw my head back laughing, opening my eyes only for a second but it was enough to see a girl sitting under the tree not to far from us, reading a book. She kept her distance from all the other kids, not even interested in them.

I quickly got Sasha's and Marcy's attention and pointed in the other girl's direction. I proposed them to approach her and they agreed so we walked up to her. We stood in front of her blocking the sunlight that helped her read her book so she looked up, looking at us in confusion.

"C-Can I help you?" She quietly asked us making our eyes widen. She was so cute!

"Hi I'm Anne, this is Sasha and Marcy" I introduced all of us, pointing each of us before looking back at her. "What's your name?" Asked Marcy who stood kind of behind Sasha, still being a little to shy to be closer.

"Y/N" She introduced herself making us smile, I offered her my hand and asked "So Y/N, do you want to play with us?". She looked like she was about to refuse but she seemed to change her mind because she closed her book and took my hand, accepting my proposition.

"Sure"

*End of Flashback*

And it didn't stop on befriending because after years of being friends we all decided to try dating each other since we all had feelings for each other. At first it was hard to keep our friendship and then relationship with Y/N going because of her passion for martial arts. She was always practicing.

But we made that work and everything was great in our relationship.

*Flashback*

"Ugh, where is she? She's late again" Sasha grumbled while tapping her foot and looking at her watch. Me and Marcy were just quietly sitting on a bench, waiting for Y/N to show up.

We all decided to have an ice cream date after school. Y/N finished classes before us but had to go training so we didn't had to worry about her having to wait for us but now after we finished our classes she still wasn't here.

"Hey" We heard her voice calling us which made us face her running figure. We stood up and walked up to her. "You're late again!" Sasha started, narrowing her eyes at Y/N. She gulped before raising her hands in surrender and apologizing "I'm really sorry guys, my practice dragged on longer than I expected. I didn't mean to come here late again" She lowered her head and I immediately took her hand in mine.

"It's okay, just try not to do it again this time" I accepted her apology which made her smile. She pecked my cheek and I turned red, I could hear Sasha and Marcy whining that they want to get the kiss too which they got.

I smiled while looking at them. Yeah Y/N have flaws just like all of us but she is working on herself which just makes me proud of her.

She's incredible.

*End of Flashback*

The girls saw me looking between them longer than just a quick glance and they sighed. I know that they couldn't blame me because I saw them looking there too. The lack of one presence hanging on all of us.

When I was about to say something about it, Lady Olivia walked into the room saying that the King wants to see us. So without another word we went to him.

We walked into the throne room and saw King Andrias with his glasses on looking at some papers. When he looked up and saw us he smiled and greeted us "Marcy, Anne, Sasha I'm so glad you three came here".

"Why did you call for us?" I asked and King's smile faltered. "I asked you to come here because of this-" He started and showed us the papers he was looking at before "The sudden rising in this region is making me uneasy. I never knew what was there because everyone who got send there, never came back so I stopped looking into this area but if anything that has so much power that even I know that something's wrong comes here, all our lives will be in danger. So I want the three of you to look into it" He finished.

I looked at the girls and we decided to do this because we didn't want to leave all of them without any information when we get back home. And maybe we find some useful informations about Y/N's whereabouts.

After coming back to Marcy's room we decided to cancel our sleepover because we will need sleep before tomorrow's mission.

*The next day*

"I can't believe that we have to go through this whole annoying area" Sasha yelled and I rolled my eyes being annoyed because of this situation too. "Okay Sasha we understand, I don't like it too. But the weird rising comes from here so we have to endure this" I said while trying to avoid another big puddle of mud which was nearly impossible since this whole area was like a puddle of mud.

After walking some more we heard a loud roaring that made us jump. We quickly ran to the place that we heard it from only to see a group of big beast fighting with someone. We couldn't get good look at this person but they're looked like a girl.... maybe our age? I'm not sure.

We were ready to jump in to help her but we didn't got chance to do that before the beasts were defeated. The unknown to us girls stood for a few seconds before swaying a little, probably because of exhaustion. We ran up to her and saw that she was a human. We froze.

"Anne?" I heard Sprig asks from beside me but I stood still. I couldn't believe it. Was this really her?

"Y/N?" I tried to get her attention which I got but the second she looked at me, Sasha and Marcy she took a step back with wide eyes. She fell back and started grabbing at her hair while mumbling quietly "Impossible, yeah impossible. They're not here right? They're home. They're safe. If I survive then I find the way home to them. Right now they're not here. Can't be them!".

Tears started forming in my eyes and I could see that's the case for the girls too. We ran up to her and pulled her into a hug, trying to show her that we're not hallucinations. That we're real.

"Shh Y/N" Marcy started for us. "You know that we don't like seeing you sad like this" Sasha added while pulling her even more closer to us.

"We're here Y/N. Real, not some hallucinations. I don't know what you went through for all this months alone but we're here now and we're not leaving" I whispered in her ear while trying to control my tears but it was impossible because by now all four of us were sobbing messes.

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I was just thinking of sort of a father-child dynamic? Like, he finds the gender-neutral Reader because they're a suspect in one of his murder cases (not the Thrombey case from the movie), and realizes that they're super smart and would make an amazing detective, but he finds out they don't have a home and decides to make them his ward-slash-apprentice? I dunno if you'd actually want to write that, but it's an idea I've had for a while and God knows your writing is ten times better than mine. 😅

i have an obsession with knives out

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Benoit Blanc does not know how this is going to go down. He has his inklings, of course, a few thoughts and ideas scattered here and there like forgotten Easter Eggs the day after a hunt, but nothing certain yet. His brightly colored plastic pieces of leads have yet to guide him to anything truly worthwhile. 

That’s his favorite part of the entire process, if Benoit were feeling glib enough to put a name to it. Usually, he at least pretends to be somewhat unbiased. Too many investigators these days are in it for the money or fame. Not him, he claims. Of course, it’s not entirely certain that anyone will believe him, but the fact remains. 

No, if Benoit were in this line of work for anything, he’d have to say that it would be for the story. You can’t make this sort of stuff up anywhere, not in the most fantastic thrillers. No trade paperback could even dare to dream up the stories Benoit has seen. You could shell out a million bucks on dime a dozen fictions and still not even scratch the surface of all that Benoit has discovered by way of odd jobs and borrowed reports. 

That isn’t to say that Benoit is against the novel, of course. They certainly have their role in his life, sure as any other person or thing that happens to stumble into his path. Sometimes he thinks that he might have a little fun writing up a book or two based on his own experiences. Most of it would be classified, of course, but certainly he could ad lib enough to hook in a reader or two. 

This isn’t the point, of course. Perhaps that’s as good a sign as any that Benoit’s attempts at literary handicrafts would end in less than mediocre sales. His habits of running headlong from one tangent to the next, often barely connected in topic at all, could scare away even the most fervent readers. He’s had deputies tell him that much more than a few times, and even those less comfortable with chastising their coworkers settle for some raised eyebrows when the moment suits them best. 

Ah, so well then. No novels for him. Not even a particularly lengthy memo if he’s in the mood for sparing the nearest police department from his musings. In the end, though, Benoit doesn’t necessarily need an audience, although he can’t deny that a good reception certainly lends itself to a good time whenever he can get a hold of one. 

For example, right now he’s got a case that’s shaping up nicely in terms of a final deliverance of a verdict. Benoit isn’t judge, jury, and executioner, of course, no matter what dots he connects the end decision will be made by someone other than him, but that doesn’t seem to stop everyone tied to a given case from flocking around him like his word is gold. 

One of these multitudes in particular has been catching his eye for a while. Among the usual number of jilted in-laws and disgruntled passersby who’ve all been corralled into the scene of his latest crime, Benoit cannot help but notice someone who’s been standing on the outskirts of it all. This case is as far from insipid as any other, people cannot help but get themselves involved. Still, one witness seems immune to the waves of melodrama and perilous lies that seem to catch at the sleeves of everyone else here.

He has a problem with being interested in the wrong details. Technically, Benoit should be more invested in the fact that he is here to investigate the death of a wealthy family matriarch, not some kid on the fringe of the whole ordeal, yet the roles are flipped regardless in his head. 

Besides, it’s not like anyone truly needs to worry. Benoit is already twenty percent sure that the killer was the gardener, there were muddy footprints out in the mansion gazebo that look eerily similar to work boots. The mother of a prestigious family had ended up dead one night, drowned in an over chlorinated pool that removed all traces of DNA for the police to investigate. Although the gardener claimed to have been off work that day and thus unable to commit the crime, the prints exist nonetheless. 

Also, it makes no sense for the newly hired gardener to be so committed to his craft that they would be given the keys to the house within a day of submitting an application, yet have not a single callus on their hands. Benoit suspects the gardener to be a plant, likely at the wishes of a disgruntled uncle. Motives are still unclear as of yet, but he has a feeling that explanations will come up if he just pulls at the right string.

In the meantime, as Benoit waits for the house of cards that’s been so precariously built to come tumbling down at last, he peruses the finer details in the whole fiasco. There’s a kid mixed up in all of this, a neighbor down the block who refuses to supply the police with an address or phone number to call. They’re caught up in all of this because they spent time with the murdered matriarch almost on a daily basis. Reports have come in from multiple members of the family of always seeing the kid there whenever they went to visit the mansion.

It’s got Benoit confused, to say the least. He’s seen nurses frequenting the houses of lonely millionaires before, or greedy grandchildren hoping to score a few extra points by hanging around their soon-to-die relatives, but this is something different. There’s no blood connection between this kid and the victim, and so far as he can tell, they weren’t getting any money, either. No job, no expectations, just a home lent out like a library book, free of charge.

It makes no sense. All actions must have an explanation, yet he’s still waiting on this one. The kid is frustratingly hard to track down as well, and Benoit is forced to go about his days simply hoping that they’ll show up and he’ll have enough time to question them before his attention is pulled in another direction.

He gets his chance soon enough. The kid drops by in the morning out of necessity, and although they don’t seem like they’re going to be staying too long, Benoit still manages to snag them before they slip away.

“I’m going to take a lap around the grounds of the house,” he says as casually as he can, “I hear you’re here frequently, I wouldn’t mind a guide. If you’re willing, of course. I would hate to intrude on your personal time.”

The kid– Y/N L/N, he remembers reading in a brief police report that didn’t have much other information– stares at him for a moment, then nods at last. “Sure. I don’t have much else to do anyway.”

Sensing an opening, or perhaps an intentional lack thereof, Benoit presses on as they turn towards the gardens. “What do you mean? I would have thought that somebody your age would be in school. I know you’re required to be here for the proceedings of the investigation, but surely you would have to get to class at some point.”

Y/N shrugs their shoulders. “I mean, yeah, but school doesn’t start for another hour or so. Beside, I figure a murder mystery is somewhat more interesting than high school, yeah?”

Benoit chuckles. “I can’t say I disagree. That being said, you could be involved in more such mysteries if you finished your education. You have to give yourself all the tools possible if you wish to use them, you know? No good comes in building a house if you’ve only got a hammer and nails. It takes much more than that to make something worthwhile.”

Y/N gives him a sideways look. “Is this your way of saying that I’ve got a screw loose for thinking about skipping world history?”

Benoit snorts. “That would be something. Ha! Not intentional, I guarantee you. I have long since learned that it is best to avoid alienating potential suspects.”

Y/N folds their arms across their chest. “You think I did it, then? Am I a primary suspect?”

“Not in the slightest,” he chuckles, “If you did, you’d be a little more alarmed about me singling you out rather than just being afraid that I’d catch you for not having anywhere else to go after this.”

When Y/N’s steps freeze, Benoit knows his shot in the dark has landed, bulls eye and all.

He continues, sensing an advantage. “That is correct, is it not? The deceased gave you a key to her house because it was the best place for you to be when you weren’t at school. She never knew the full depth of it, of course, but she didn’t ask questions. That’s why you stayed.”

“That, and the conversation,” Y/N says through a forced grin. They sigh and give in at last. “Yes, it’s true. Mrs. Gillespie was kind to me. Kinder than I deserved. She didn’t know everything but she knew enough. Once she made it clear that I wasn’t intruding on her hospitality by coming over all the time, it became a habit.”

“And what are you going to do now that staying at the Gillespie residence is no longer an option?” Benoit asks carefully.

When Y/N is silent, he gets the feeling that he knows the answer. Through some situation or another, there is no secondary location lined up. That’s why Y/N has been coming to the crime scene alongside the other members of the family even though it’s clear that they’re not a real suspect. They simply have no other place to go.

It’s clear that the kid is uncomfortable, so Benoit switches the topic towards a discussion of the grounds. Evidently glad for safer subjects, Y/N loses a bit of their guarded edge, and soon enough begins to rattle off details of the mansion and its surrounding land that Benoit didn’t even know after in depth Googling. It is obvious that they have spent a good bit of time wandering the area, especially in the company of the late matriarch.

It is useful information, but Benoit can’t help turning his focus back to what had been said in the very beginning. Even after the case turns its last pages and settles into the storage of his memory, Benoit doesn’t think that he’ll be able to let this one go so easily. Once the handcuffs are snapped onto the wrists of the murderer, there’s still one soul mixed up in this that won’t have such a happy ending. Sometimes justice isn’t just catching killers, it’s making sure that those who are hurt by a crime receive what they deserve. That includes Y/N.

He isn’t sure how they’ll take it when he makes his offer. Benoit pulls Y/N aside on the final day of the investigation. Everyone is just there on protocol to wrap things up, but he needs to talk to them more than anyone else.

“Listen,” he says in the shadow of a quiet room, “I was thinking about what you said earlier. Our conversation on the grounds, that is.”

Judging by the shift in Y/N’s expression, they know exactly what he’s talking about. “What do you mean?”

“I’d like to extend a similar invitation as Mrs. Gillespie,” Benoit explains, “A ward of sorts, I think it could be best summed up.”

Y/N shakes their head quickly. “I don’t want your pity.”

“This isn’t pity,” Benoit promises, “I’ve been watching you just as closely as our red herrings and killers, you know. I’m fairly sure that you figured out this whole case even before I did. Instincts like yours don’t come around all that often. Maybe you won’t be interested in my sort of murder mysteries in five years, or even two, but I’d like your insights while you’re still invested.”

Y/N stays silent for a moment, and just when he’s starting to think that the whole thing will be for naught, they dare to speak again. “You’re sure?”

“Positive,” Benoit declares, and at last a slow smile breaks across Y/N’s face.

“Alright, then,” they say, “I think I’d like that a lot. You know, I never thought much about actually becoming a detective. Usually my investigative exploits were limited to books, you know? Encyclopedia Brown and all that.”

“Let’s make it real, then,” Benoit offers, “I happen to know a few cases in need of solving over the next few months.”

He solemnly extends a hand, and after a second, Y/N shakes it, their face just as serene. They break eventually, twin smiles crashing through even the most severe of expressions. Just like that, Benoit has a feeling that his investigations are going to be all the better. Sometimes all it takes is a fresh pair of eyes on a case that’s haunted you for a while. The problems to come his way, the challenges to be set before him, they will still be just as difficult as before, if not more so. It’s a good thing, though, that he’s got an apprentice by his side to help him sort things out.

Yes, he has a feeling that they’re going to do just fine.

requested by @starlit-epiphany, i hope you enjoy!

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Part Two

The rattling whirring sounds surrounded you as you hid your face in your knees, Curling up as tightly as you could. Your heart was pounding, it was making you feel as if you couldn’t breathe. Soft puffs of ragged breath escaped you as you stared at your feet and tried to hold back tears. The boy next to you was just waking and began flailing around, panicking like you had when you’d woken up.

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requested by @i-have-arrived-bitch “heyyy can i have a ben hargreeves x reader where its the 60s and you can see him and ben and klaus are like 👁👄👁”

imagine being from the 60s and being able to see ben hargreeves

klaus sighed as he entered the small sweet shop with ben trailing behind him. the place was empty, aside from a fairly attractive worker behind the counter, reading a book. you looked up when you heard the door close behind the brothers.

“hi,” you smiled, standing from your stool. “can i help you gentlemen?”

they exchanged a glance. “gentlemen..?” ben muttered.

“you can see him?” klaus said slowly, jabbing a thumb at ben.

you raised your eyebrows slightly, your smile unfaltering. “am i not supposed to..?” you laughed unsurely.

after a moment of shocked silence, ben spoke, “no. ignore him.” he walked forward and held a hand out to you. “im ben.” if ben wasn’t shocked before, he definitely was when you took his hand without phasing through him.

“y/n,” you offered. klaus’s jaw dropped. “what can i get you two?”

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