#“oh god they put balthazar in the game” or “so that's balthazar's love interest right”

[outeremissary]

Ohh Balthazar and Daeran. Somone ask that already, right? 😂

(for the alternate love interest)

Well, someone did ask that... in 2021, two weeks before Wrath released. My college friends noticed some conspicuous similarities between Balthazar and what we all knew about Daeran at the time, haha. You'll have to forgive me for working with imperfect knowledge even now- you know about the status of me and Wrath.

Despite the obvious resonances, I feel like I don't have a straightforward answer! I do think there's a lot of chemistry there. Balthazar would enjoy Daeran's sense of humor and his lavish lifestyle, and I think Daeran would appreciate his playful wit and sharpness in turn. They both have a similar cynicism about the world that would be an easy point to bond over, and they're both beautiful people- surely there is attraction there (I say with asexual confidence). I can easily see there being a spark that drew them to one another very quickly. There's even some empathy I imagine Balthazar would feel with Daeran's position and struggle with the Other.

Balthazar prefers to be the one doing the courting, but he's no stranger to having admirers. When Daeran began to make his grander romantic overtures I think it would be generally amusing or flattering, so long as he didn't feel belittled or made the subject of a joke (and his moods on these things can be somewhat capricious). If nothing else, the scandal would bring a smile to his face. He might make a game out of answering with gestures of his own. The thrill and romance of such a game would, I think, be compelling to Daeran. But I think it might be unfortunate for Daeran if he did truly fall for Balthazar...

You see, Daeran is someone who would feel very familiar to Balthazar. His lifestyle, his style of romance, his way of seeing the world... they're all not far from the types of patrons Balthazar found for himself when he still lived in Absalom. He had a talent for insinuating himself into the lives of the idle young rich, latching onto people who were naive or morally curious enough to always be seeking exotic, scandalous, or dangerous thrills. Many of Balthazar's former friends and lovers did have casually cruel personalities the same way that Daeran does at times. So there's a script for dealing with these people, and there's a thing that one gets out of being involved with them: access to power and wealth. Balthazar's never been above using sex or romance to pull himself up the social ladder. A count who's already so careless with his position? That's an opportunity for anyone smart enough to find a way to use it. Even if he did have some genuine fondness for Daeran, that would always be lurking somewhere under the surface or at the back of his mind- along with the reason he was forced to leave Absalom for the north in the first place, and the dangers of being too close with people like the Count Arendae.

I have to imagine it would be terribly devastating for Daeran to learn of such schemes were he invested in the relationship. Learning the one you cared for was really only using you, that everything really was only a game? I'm sure the end of that would be devastating. Not that Balthazar would care all that much. Though at the same time, Balthazar's good at hiding, and he really would enjoy spending time with together. So perhaps he would never be discovered after all.

At any rate, I don't think it's a relationship that would significantly change either person involved whether it lasted or not (well, maybe it could change Daeran for the worse). Balthazar would love to encourage Daeran's worst impulses to see where they go, and he might break his heart along the way. It's all a game- he can be with Daeran and be fond of him and even kill for him without any particular remorse (Liotr would absolutely not survive this), but he could never be Daeran's true love, the person Daeran can rely on through everything. Perhaps something lesser can still be satisfying, but it seems a hollow satisfaction for all involved. And Daeran is so much like the sorts of people Balthazar has known and courted in the past- it would be more like falling back into old habits than anything. Daeran can be as loving and as lovely as you could possibly imagine, but without something more challenging than a romantic streak, he'll never reach be able to make something truly special with Balthazar. But it will be fun while it lasts, won't it?

[themadlostgirl]

Chaotic Coupling

*FINALLY! This f**king request took so f**king long! It matter not now because I finally finished it. It is also really long so hopefully that helps make up for how long it took. I do not mean it lightly when I say it is long. This took up 14 pages in google drive. You have been warned.*

Prompt: Reader is the goddess of chaos exiled to the Underworld. It is plenty boring but then she meets the recently deceased Peter Pan. He seems like he could be fun!

Requested by: anon

Warnings: language

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What is more sweet than chaos? What is more freeing then giving into desire? What is a life if one does not indulge in their sins?

Boring. Tedious. Peaceful.

Not at all fun.

Y/N was a goddess of chaos. Messing with mortals by causing trouble and anarchy wherever she went. It was chaotic and threw mortals into a hysteria but that was not how Y/N saw it. Oh no. When she looked down and saw what her actions had wrought she only saw beauty. The anger, confusion, sadness, and raw untethered emotion bursting from every lifeform like a volcano. She loved it.

Unfortunately the other gods did not. She was warned hundreds of times to stop causing such blatant and unneeded mess around the globe but she never listened. It was not like the gods ever punished her. The world would always need a little chaos. Trying to contain it would only build it up until it was unleashed like a hellstorm causing much more damage than she ever could by herself. She almost wanted them to detain her just so she could see what her release of chaotic energy would do to the world.

That was not what happened. After centuries of warnings the gods did finally punish her. She was not put in a crate like a pup as she had almost secretly hoped. The gods were smarter than that. Instead she was put on a leash. Banished to the Underworld to help her Uncle Hades. Her presence would still be felt throughout the world but she could not incite anything truly chaotic as long as she was regulated to the Underworld.

At first she tried to keep her head up. Though she had never visited the Underworld she had to believe it would be fun. It was where all dead souls went. Good and bad. They may be dead but that didn’t mean they were free from chaos.

As she soon learned though nothing she did made much of a difference in the Underworld. Her Uncle Hades ran a tight ship so she could never get away with anything too bad. How could this punishment get anymore boring? She was practically debasing herself with these petty squabbles among the dead. It was humiliating and it was boring! What she would give to be able to leave but so long as she was under Hades watchful eye there was no escape.

It was another miserable day in what was essentially hell. Y/N was taking a walk along the street of the town Hades had modeled the Underworld to. All of the sudden a new soul materialized in the center of the square. That was nothing new. New souls appeared all the time. There was something kind of off about this one though. They had an energy about them that practically made her mouth water. Who exactly had died?

She made her way over to them. “Hello there,” She said and the soul turned sharp on his heel. It was a boy. Young. Disheveled brown hair and piercing green eyes blown wide like a cornered lion. “You have some bite don’t you?”

“Who are you?” He snarled.

“I’m Y/N. Goddess of Chaos and unwilling permanent tenant here in the Underworld.” She stalked around him assessing him up and down. “And you are?” She reached a hand out to touch him. He grabbed her by the wrist halting her. He pulled her closer his eyes hard like stones and his words dripping with malice

“Don’t touch me,” He growled.

Y/N chuckled. “You are fun.” She inhaled deeply, “You absolutely reek of it.”

“What?”

“My beautiful chaos. It’s been so long since I’ve caught a whiff of such potent mayhem. Far more intoxicating than any wine.”

“Get away from me,” The boy shoved her off, “Insane woman.”

“You would be insane too if you were stuck here for centuries unable to have any real fun.” She followed after him, unperturbed. “Well I guess you are now.”

“Why are you following me?”

“I’m bored. Duh. Also, I still haven’t learned your name my delicious little anarchist morsel.”

“Stop talking to me like that. My name is Peter Pan.”

“Hm,”

“What now?”

“Such a boring name for someone who absolutely reeks of pandemonium. Care if I call you something more interesting? Like Balthazar or Zebulon.”

“No.”

“No fun.”

That seemed to irk him and he reared on her with a fury. “You do not know who you are talking to. I have fun more than anyone. The world is my board and everyone else in it are pawns.”

“Really? Cause you seem straight boring now. Peter Pan. Blech, and here I had such high hopes for you.”

“Oh woe is you. So sorry to disappoint Your goddess-ness. Unless you can get me out of here then I have no use for you.”

“If I can’t get out of here then there’s no chance you can. If you decide you want to stop being such a stick in the mud come find me. I live in the clocktower.” With that she walked away. Such a shame. She had gotten her hopes up for a minute just for him to let her down. She wondered what he had done in his life that made him smell so delicious though. Oh wait! She could!

She entered the library and went to the secret section in the back. No one could enter here except for gods. Millions of books lined the shelves. The life stories of everyone that had ever lived. “Peter Pan.” She said his name and waited as a book levitated off of one of the many shelves and flew into her hands. “Let’s see what is so interesting about this Peter fellow.”

Lots of reading later and Y/N understood better exactly who she was dealing with. This Peter Pan was a lot like her. Living on his own island doing whatever it was that he wanted. Instigating violence and anarchy in the name of fun. He was also far older than he appeared. Since time stood still on his island, his Neverland, he lived for hundreds of years without growing older. How had she missed such a place? It sounded like somewhere she would have thrived.

It was almost eerie how similar the two were. At least in the context of his book. The real thing seemed a lot more boring. Perhaps that was due to him dying. Death just took the life out of everyone. Metaphorically speaking.

A few days went by of Y/N stalking Peter to see what he would do. After reading through his novel she was sure he’d be one of those that roughed it in the wilderness but to her surprise he took up residence in a secondhand shop. Why there?

Curiosity overtook her and she went inside the shop. Pretty little trinkets long ago lost lined the shelves and glass cases. Something stood out to her amongst all the sparkly treasures. A doll. A simple straw doll with a little blue coat on it. It stood proudly on a pedestal all by itself. What was so precious about this?

She took the doll off the pedestal to inspect it further.

“Drop it.” A cold voice demanded. There was Peter Pan behind one of the cases. His eyes narrowed at her.

“What? This?” She waved the doll, “If you don’t want people touching it you should really put it somewhere more secure than a pedestal in the middle of the room.”

“I said, drop it.” Peter urged again. Y/N didn’t miss the hint of panic in his voice.

“What if I don’t want to?” She produced a flame from her finger, “What if I burnt it to a crisp instead? It’s awfully dry. It’ll be ash in seconds.”

“Put it down!” Peter roared, he had jumped the case and in a split second had a dagger pressed to her throat. “Now!”

“Why is this so special to you?” She asked. He pressed the blade closer to her neck, not saying a word. Something clicked in Y/N’s head right then. A mention of a doll in Peter’s book. A smile creeped back onto her face.

“It’s your doll. The only toy and the only friend you ever had until you came to Neverland.” She extinguished the flame on her finger. “How sentimental.”

“How did--how did you--”

“I know everything now, Peter Pan.” A shadow passed over his face, “And I mean everything. The mother that never wanted you, the orphanage, the fairy that guarded you, your attempts to go back and have a real family failing year after year until you decided you were too old to be anyone’s son again--”

“AGH!” He slashed her throat but not a mark was left on her skin. Not a drop of blood.

“Now that was rude,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I think I’m owed an apology.”

“But how did…” Peter stared at the dagger.

“Seems you need a reminder.” Y/N took him by the throat. The doll and dagger clattering to the ground as she hoisted him into the air. “I am a goddess. The Goddess of Chaos. Did you really think it would be that easy to kill me?”

He clawed at her hands but they were like stone around his throat. “Remember this Peter Pan, my body takes an insane amount of power to break. Yours, not so much. So remember your place in this world. You are no leader here. You are no threat. You are my toy and I can throw you away whenever I want. So either be a good toy or I will destroy you.” She dropped him. He collapsed to the ground gasping for breath.

“This was fun,” She knelt down next to him and pulled his chin up to look at her, “I’ll be back to play again.” She left a kiss on his forehead. “Farewell.”

Y/N did not go back to see Peter Pan again for several days. For days she watched him stew in his paranoia. Constantly looking over his shoulder like a frightened deer everywhere he went. He liked games. Y/N knew that much. But it looked like he wasn’t having as much as she was with this latest one. Every so often she would walk by him on the street, acting like she hadn’t noticed but all the while watching him from the corner of her eye. He got so tense when he saw her but never withdrew. He would glare at her until she passed.

It was fun having someone to torture like this again. He still had fight in him.

Then came the morning everything changed. Y/N was walking along the street as she usually did this time of day when she noticed Peter exiting the diner. What luck!

“Good morning!” She sidled up next to him, “Got some breakfast did you?”

He didn’t reply. Just shoved his hands deeper in his pockets and kept walking.

“Oh come now, it’s no fun if you don’t reply.” Y/N said, “If you don’t say anything I’ll just take it as a challenge.”

Nothing.

“Fine.” She sighed, “I just thought you’d like someone to talk to. You don’t talk to anyone around here. I think the only person I’ve seen you talk to is my uncle and that was only once. Don’t you find it boring doing this routine everyday? Don’t you want to try something new? We can have a lot of fun if you would just remove that stick up your ass. What happened to the fun boy full of mayhem that I read about? Did he die when you did? I wouldn’t think death would change a person so drastically. People usually retain their personalities from when they were living into their death but not you. You are more boring than watching grass grow and trust me, there is no grass growing here. You are as boring as watching non-growing grass. Isn’t that sad? I think--”

“SHUT UP!” Peter shoved her hard against the wall of a store. His arm was pressed against her neck pinning her in place. “Leave me alone!”

“Ha!” She laughed, “I told you I could get you to talk.”

“There has got to be a way to kill you.” He muttered.

Y/N smiled. Peter’s arm dug into her neck harder. “Stop smiling.”

“You have fire,” She grinned wider, “I like fire.”

Something clicked in his head. His grip on her easing. She figured that would get his attention. He backed away from her slowly. Y/N turned to a potted bush next to the store window. Peter watched her with a growing sense of interest.

“Don’t you like fire too?” She produced a spark in her hand and flicked it at the flower bush. “One little spark of fire and from that spark it grows. It grows, it spreads, it devours everything in its path leaving behind nothing but torment in its beautiful inferno. It’s the most breathtaking form of destruction I’ve ever come across.”

“You’re kinda crazy aren’t you?” Peter asked, watching as the flower bush was consumed by the flames.

“Perhaps.” she fluttered a hand over the fire making it grow faster. “Being the goddess of chaos kinda does that. I thrive off of disorganization and pandemonium. It would only make too much sense that’s what my mind is like as well. I may be impulsive but that doesn’t make me dumb. You have to find the right nerve to hit to maximize your effect. Groom them with little incidents of mayhem here and there. Then, when the timing is right you hit them where it’ll hurt most and watch the beauty unfold before you. Just like a flame can engulf an entire forest, one perfectly hit nerve can destroy an empire.”

“What do you do when it’s all in ashes then?” Peter asked.

“Not my area. I can bring civilizations down but I’ve never really put much thought into raising new ones up. That’s what the rest of my family is for. They take the ashes of what I have done and create new life. It’s an endless circle of life and death. Gods, I miss it.”

She stared deep into the fire.

“Is that what you’ve been doing with me? Bothering me with little annoyances for days on end before trying to strike that nerve that would drive me insane?”

“A bit.” She shrugged, “Not a fan?”

“Not really, but I guess that’s the point.” He sighed, “I think we’re a lot alike actually.”

“I thought the same thing while I was reading through your book. Did death really suck all the fun out of you?”

“Not much fun to be had here. None of my boys are here, I have magic but there’s nothing for me to control outside of a stupid little shop, and the residents are insanely dull and sad. I fear that you have been my only form of entertainment since I got down here.” Peter waved his hand and the flame from the one flower pot jumped into the next catching that one on fire as well. “What did you mean when you were talking about my book?”

“Oh, there is a portion of the library only accessible to gods. It holds books that contain the entire lives of everyone who has ever lived. I read through yours. That’s how I know everything about you.”

“I see…”

“Would you like to see it?”

“Sure,” He nodded. “Don’t think this means that I like you now or anything. You’re merely the most interesting thing here at the moment.”

“Which is precisely why you do like me.” She elbowed him, “Come, I think you’ll like this place.”

They went to the library and Y/N entered into the area reserved to gods. Peter pouted outside since he couldn’t get past the invisible barrier that shielded him from entering. Y/N grabbed his book and returned with it. “See?”

“Do the gods have these as well?”

“Yes, but they are kept on Olympus. Did you want to read mine?”

“I thought it only fair seeing as how you read my entire life story.”

“Well you would be reading mine for a long time. I do a great many things and I have lived far longer than you have. There’s no need for you to read my book though. Whatever you would like to know you simply have to ask. I have no secrets.”

“Forgive me if I don’t trust anyone who is that open about their past. No secrets? At all?”

“There is nothing I have done in my life that I feel ashamed or embarrassed about.”

“I believe that.” A grin started to spread on his face, an idea latching in his mind, “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have anything personal that you’d rather not share. Acts of wrath and embarrassing moments aren’t something you would feel bad about sharing. Intimate moments though, personal moments, that’s where you clam up.”

“Is this your clever way of trying to dig into my exciting love life?” She smirked. “Afraid I don’t have any secrets there either.”

“Oh no, you misunderstand. I don’t care about any past lovers. I can tell what really gets to you.” Peter stepped closer, “Your family.”

“I don’t care about my family.” Y/N said, she tried to sound casual but his tone gave her pause.

“Yes. You’ve said so. They kicked you out and it is dreadfully boring down in the underworld. But beyond that, you miss them. The only one down here is Hades and I doubt he’s great company. But the other gods and goddess, your other family, even though they banished you here you still yearn to be a part of their world.”

“You don’t know anything.” Y/N’s voice was quiet. She hadn’t expected him to turn the conversation around on her like this.

“I know a lot actually.” Peter continued, “And what I know best is when someone is lost. You may be the Goddess of Chaos but you know what I see? I see the same sadness and desperation that many of my boys wore on my island. You are just a lost little girl crying for your family.”

She hadn’t realized she threw the punch until she saw Peter collapse on the floor. Her breathing was heavy and her hands were shaking. This boy had drilled down into the very core of her being with no effort. He had seen through her as plainly as glass. It was unnerving and she may have reacted a tad harshly to his assessment.

“Punched by a goddess,” Peter stood up again, rubbing at his jaw, “Can honestly say that’s something I hadn’t expected to happen in my life, er, death I guess.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Hardly. Figured you were gonna react like that.” He sighed, “Still not the worst hit I’ve ever taken.”

“You are a strange boy.”

“It’s what keeps me interesting.” He collected the book that had fallen from his hands off the floor.

“Does this mean you still want to kill me?”

“I’m debating it.” He said. “This interaction doesn’t change the fact that you are incredibly annoying.”

“Hurtful but accurate.” Y/N shrugged as she made her way to the stairs that led up to the clocktower. “In another life I think we could have been a very good team.”

She paused. She turned around and saw that Peter had the same look of contemplation. Their eyes met and twin smiles sprouted on their faces. “Is this my magic at work or are we on the same page?” Y/N asked.

“I believe we are.” Peter approached her, “Neither of us wants to be trapped in the Underworld and neither of us individually has the power to escape. But if we work together…”

“We can escape this hellhole.” Y/N finished. “Think you can survive teaming up with me long enough to get out of here?”

“If it means freedom then I will be at your side until we both see the blue sky once again.” He held out a hand, “Partners?”

“Partners.” She shook his hand, “This is going to be so much fun!”

Time passed quickly after Peter and Y/N teamed up to find a way to escape the Underworld. Y/N already had a headstart on research since she spent so much time when she was first banished here finding a way out. She shared her findings with Peter and the two spent days pouring over every detail that looked like it could be useful.

With no need to sleep or eat in the Underworld they would spend several days straight huddled in the library plotting their escape. In between all their research and brainstorming sessions Y/N got to know Peter Pan beyond what she had read in his book and in return he got to know her. They were closer. He still said she was the most annoying thing in all the realms and she teased him often when he got too serious.

When things got especially tense and they needed to blow off steam they would go out together and cause mischief in town. They even snuck into Hades’ office once and stole some of his decanters of fancy liquor. For the first time in a very long time Y/N was truly having fun. Torturing and messing with souls was all well and good but she found she was actually enjoying her time with Peter. She was laughing a lot more with him. Peter himself seemed to grow more at ease with her with every passing day.

Before she had even realized it their begrudging partnership to find a way out of the Underworld had blossomed into friendship. Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she had a friend. She couldn’t remember if she ever did. No one had ever wanted to be very close to her. Causing chaos wherever you go, even unintentionally, threw people off. It never bothered Peter though. He called her annoying but he smiled and laughed at the havoc that naturally happened around her. He played along with it.

“Good morning, Chaos,” Peter let himself into her clocktower bedroom. “Got you a muffin from the diner.” He tossed her a paper bag.

“Thanks.” She caught it. “So, look at this thing I found. So we know that the only way anyone can get out of here is if Hades opens a portal, right? Well, apparently it isn’t solely Hades that can open portals out of the Underworld. Any god can by either being more powerful than Hades like Zeus or by usurping him as the ruler of the Underworld.”

“So you could open a portal out of here?”

“Theoretically yes. But we would have to usurp my uncle.”

“I think we can take him together.”

“No. Here’s the problem. The only way for us to usurp him is to kill him and it is hilariously, nearly impossible, to kill a god.”

“But there is a possibility?”

“I mean I guess but it is hardly a viable option. The only way I know how to kill a god is with the Olympian Crystal which Uncle Hades keeps heavily protected. It is also broken with no way to fix it. Trust me, he brought it out once for me to try and fix but I couldn’t do anything.”

Peter pondered it for a minute. “Okay, you couldn’t fix it all by yourself but what if we tried combining our powers? Do you think that could do it?”

“Maybe. Hades and I tried together once but he said it wouldn’t work since his heart isn’t beating.”

“What does that have to do with--”

“It was part of his own banishment. He can’t leave the Underworld unless his heart starts beating again or something like that. So even though he has the means his dead heart keeps him trapped like us.”

“Alright, is he tied to the crystal in any way? Is there any way he could track it if it went missing?”

“No. So long as it is broken he shouldn’t be able to find it. Why? Plan on stealing it?”

“Yes.”

“Stealing my uncle’s most prized possession from right under his nose, sounds risky...I love it!”

“I thought you would.” Peter grinned, “Seems that for the first time we have a real plan. I say this calls for a celebration.”

“Not too premature?” She asked.

“Well, if we fuck it up then we are both doomed so we might as well celebrate now before anything potentially goes wrong.” He pulled what was left of the liquor they stole from Hades out.

“I won’t object to that.” She took a sip before passing the decanter back to Peter. She stared wistfully out of the clocktower window and sighed. “It’s so strange,” Y/N said, “To be this close to freedom. I have so many memories of the world above but they feel more and more like fantasies I’ve created than something I was ever a part of. I don’t even know what I would do when I get up there. Where would I go?”

“You’re more than welcome to come cause havoc on Neverland if you’d like.” Peter said. “Give my boys a challenge.”

“You really want me on your island? The most annoying being in all the realms?” She teased.

“If you happen to be near at least.” He smiled, softer. “I’d blame it on the liquor but it doesn’t affect us so I guess I’m just gonna have to say this.”

“Say what?”

“I think I am actually gonna miss you when we get out of here.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Chaos.”

“I suppose I’d miss you too.” Y/N shook her head, “I take that back, I know that I’ll miss you.”

“Well that’s enough mushy stuff,” Peter said quickly, dropping his gaze, “We have a crystal to steal after all.”

“Right, of course,” Y/N nodded.

More time passed and Y/N found herself in a new and frightening headspace. She was confused. All her life she had lived through chaos, so much so that it was what she was named the goddess of. Anarchy was where she was most comfortable but yet, when that same pandemonium she thrived in was pushed inward she didn’t know what to do. She could do well in chaos because she always had a focus point. Herself. She was the eye of the storm. She was safe while everything happened around her.

So why did it feel like she was caught in the hurricane?

It had all started that day she and Peter had decided to steal the crystal and usurp Hades. Something about that day disturbed her. When she looked at Peter now her mind wandered. When he sat close enough to touch, her brain burnt out. Yet nothing had changed.

No. That wasn’t entirely true. At some point during all their scheming Y/N had grown to really care about Peter. She’d even call him a friend. When she thought of her life outside of the Underworld she couldn’t think of one where she wasn’t hanging out with him. She already missed him and he wasn’t even gone yet.

What was wrong with her?

Whatever it was it would have to wait. She had a mission now. It was finally the day. After tons of careful and meticulous planning they were going to steal the crystal. Peter was serving as a distraction for Hades while Y/N snuck in and bypassed the traps and wards Hades had around the crystal. She figured she’d have five maybe ten minutes max to get in and get out before Hades got bored of Peter and came back. That’s if she didn’t trip one of his traps first.

By the time she finally got the safe unlocked her whole body was sweating and shaking from nerves. She had come so close and now all she had to do was grab it and get out. She took down the last ward and grabbed the pieces of the crystal and shoved them into her bag before slamming the safe closed and putting the wards back up as quickly as she could.

And done. Phew. Now all she had to do was get out.

“Now this is a surprise.” Y/N froze. Damn. She had taken too long. She poofed the bag away to her room in the clocktower before turning to meet her uncle.

“Hello, hope you don’t mind that I popped in.” She said as casually as she could. “Life up top was getting dreadfully boring.”

“I would say so, it is a rare thing for you to come visit me.” He scanned her up and down, “What entertainment do you think I can provide?”

“I don’t know. You have the billiard table. Care to play?”

“Not now.” He shooed her, “I have work to do so you can scamper along and torment some other poor soul.”

“Boo! You really are the god of the dead.” She stuck her tongue out at him. In the next instant she reappeared in her room. She collapsed back on the bed in relief. Hades didn’t suspect anything.

She heard the sound of pounding footsteps and Peter barged in. “Did you get it?”

Y/N held up the bad with pieces inside. “Who do you take me for?”

“Yes!” Peter was so happy he lifted her off the bed and into the air in a tight hug, “We’re gonna get out of here!”

And the inner turmoil was back. Heat crawled up her neck and burned her face. Had Peter ever held her like this before? Why did it feel so nice to be in his arms?

Just as quick as it started Peter dropped her back to her feet and reached around her for the bag. He pulled out the pieces and set them on the bed, looking over them carefully. He was talking about how it looked like it should be an easy fix but there were other logistics to take into account and whole lot of other technical mumbo jumbo that she really didn’t care about. Well, not so much cared about but couldn’t bring herself to comprehend since her mind was still being tossed around in a tornado of unfamiliar feelings.

“Hey” Peter shook her shoulder, “Were you listening?”

“Spaced out. What were you saying?” She asked.

“I tried a spell on my own but it did nothing. Care to try with me this time like we planned?”

“Got it.” Y/N took her spot next to him and stared down at the broken pieces of crystal. She picked up one and Peter picked up the other. “Here goes nothing.”

They faced each other and started the spell. She was channeling all of her power into it, willing the crystal to come together. This had to work. It just had to. The spell died and when she looked down she frowned at the still broken crystal in her hands.

No. No! It was supposed to work! This was supposed to work! She slid down to the ground, her half of the crystal laying limply in her hands. Peter knelt down with her.

“It didn’t work.” She muttered, “It didn’t work, Peter. We went through all of this and our one way out of here is still just a hunk of junk!”

“We’re never going to see the world above again.” Tears started to slip from her eyes and down her cheeks.

“Don’t say that,” Peter tilted her chin up. His large green eyes bore into her. “We are not giving up now. Not after we have come this far. We are going to see that big blue sky again, Y/N. I swear it.”

“How? We have no other way to get out of here unless we kill Hades and we can’t kill him without this crystal.”

“We’ll find a way. We will not rest until we get out of here. I don’t care how long it takes. Do you wanna know why?” He brushed the tears from her eyes, “Because I want us to go on adventures together. I want to see what you can really do when you can let chaos run free. I want to show you my home. I want you to see Neverland. I want us to have fun together outside of here.”

“Peter…” The whirlwind within me started to ebb, “I want that too.”

“And hey, in the meantime, we can still have fun together right here.” He smiled.

That’s when it hit her. What that chaos reigning inside her really was. Why it felt so strange yet so pleasant at the same time.

“I love you.” She said.

Peter blinked at her. “Huh?”

She grabbed his face and brought him closer so her nose touched his, “I love you, Peter Pan.”

He didn’t respond. Not with words at least. The distance between them, as small as it was, closed and she felt his lips brush against hers in hesitant kiss. She pulled him closer again and the kiss deepened. The spark that ran through her felt like a bolt of lightning and she should know since she had been struck by one of Zeus’ blasts before. This was a lot better though and it certainly didn’t leave a coppery feeling in her mouth.

A flash of light made them break apart. Down at their knees was the Olympian Crystal in one piece. Y/N picked it up. She could feel the power running through it. “But how did…?”

“Through the most powerful magic of all. Something that not even a god could compare to.” Peter grinned, “True love.”

“Are you saying that we have true love?” Y/N teased. Truthfully the thought made her want to jump up and down but she would never admit it.

“Seems so. Only makes sense that I would fall in love with the goddess of chaos.” Peter ruffled her hair. “And she made the unfortunate decision to love me back.”

“Why’s that unfortunate?” Y/N asked.

“Cause now you’re stuck with me forever, Chaos.” He pulled her into his arms.

“I think I can live with that.” She kissed him again. She held up the crystal with a wicked smile. “Now, my love, how do you feel about killing a god for our first date?”

“Sounds perfect to me.” He matched her insane smile. They were going to have so much fun!

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Tangled Up Part 3

Warnings: Angst

Words: 1342

A/N: Welcome to Part 3 of Tangled Up. Dinner time is rolling around and things are about to get fairly interesting in this chapter. I had to give Bobby a daughter for this fic. Couldn’t pass it up. Hope you guys don’t mind Ruby being his daughter. She seems to fit the part fairly well. Can’t tell you much, but I hope that you enjoy it. Apologies for any errors in grammar. Didn’t have a beta reader. Enjoy.

Dinner that night was something that Sam hadn't been expecting. He sat there cool calm and collected like he always did when he had dinner with the family. He didn't want to set his father off. That would be the least of his worries truly. His father wanted a vacation and that was what his father was going to get, a vacation.

Sam pursed his lips together as his brother ate, rather foolishly like there wasn't any food left in the world, which was really embarrassing.

“Enjoy dinner.” Bobby said with a huge smile. “I'll bring you some wine.”

"Thank you, Bobby," John said a huge smile coming to his lips.

A woman with black hair came up to the table dressed to the nines in a waitress outfit. She had a bottle of wine in her hands.

"Lisa this is John and Mary Winchester," Bobby said introducing the two adults to the young woman. "Sam, Dean, this is your waitress, Lisa Braden. She's from Yale." Bobby looked at Lisa. "These people are my special guests. Give them whatever they want to drink."

Lisa nodded her head. "Of course Mr. Singer."

Bobby looked at them. "Enjoy."

"Thanks, Bobby," John said looking at Bobby.

Sam watched Bobby leave. His lips pursed together into a thin line. He couldn't help but think that this trip was a waste of time. And watching Dean eating was well enough of a disaster. He wanted to see the gorgeous girl that he had seen, you. He just didn't know how on earth he was going to talk to you again.

Dinner had finished fairly quickly, and he hadn't really paid much attention to it. He hadn't even noticed that Bobby had come back.

"Sam's going to be going off to college this year," Mary said with a smile. "He wants to become a lawyer."

Bobby looked at Dean. "And what are you going to do?"

"I work with Dad, Bobby," Dean said with a small smile.

Bobby smiled. "John, I want you to meet someone. My daughter Ruby."

Sam looked up at Ruby slowly. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes, and a slight build. Sam had to admit she was pretty, but not as pretty as you were when he saw you popping your bubble gum at Bobby.

"She goes to Penn State School of Hospitality Management," Bobby said proudly of where Ruby was going to school at. After all, she would be taking over the family business to make sure that this place was kept running.

Ruby smiled softly as her father mentioned that to them. Her dark eyes landing on Sam, her smile grew even bigger.

"Sam's starting Sanford in the fall," John said eyeing his youngest son.

Sam sunk in his seat. "Oh, great." He said with a groan knowing that his father still hadn't approved of his decision of going to Stanford. Honestly, Sam didn't care, he wanted to become a lawyer and that was exactly what he was going to do.

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Sam hadn't expected after dinner that he would be dancing with Ruby in a slow dance, with his parents watching over him. He wanted to punch Dean in the face over this whole thing. He still couldn't dance even if his life depended on it. He tried his best not to stumble while he danced with his two left feet and hurt the woman he was dancing with. That was the last thing that he wanted to do. Sam looked down at the small woman who he was dancing with.

"Are you going to major in English or something else?" She asked curiously, wanting to know more about Sam.

"No," Sam said shaking his head. "I want to become a lawyer."

Ruby smiled. "Oh, a nice and upcoming lawyer wanting to make a name for yourself?" She asked as she put her hand higher up on his shoulder as they danced. She had to admit that this would be the person that she would one day like to marry.

Sam nodded his head. "My father wanted me to join him and my brother... and I don't see myself working as a mechanic."

Ruby wrinkled her nose. "Doesn't sound like something that you would do, just by looking at you."

"Samba!" Bobby yelled from up on the stage alerting them that the music had changed.

Ruby smiled. "Come on!"

"I don't know how to do the samba." He said pleading with her. He hadn't noticed that the two dancers that had been hired to work here were out on the dance floor doing a complicated mambo. Sam stopped for a minute noticing that people had stopped dancing. His hazel eyes went wide when he saw you dancing with Balthazar.

God did you look beautiful in the dress that you had picked out to wear for that evening. He felt his breath hitch a bit as he watched you dance. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, them,” Ruby said wrinkling her nose in distaste. “They’re the dance people. They’re here to keep the guests happy.” She narrowed her eyes as you and Balthazar danced with each other very professionally, and a little faster paced than the normal. She didn’t like the fact that you were taking Sam’s attention off of her. She truly had thought she had him reeled in some. “They shouldn’t show off with each other.”

Sam looked at her in pure confusion before looking back at you and your dance partner. Your movements were flawless and it was making him envy your dance partner who kept you close to his body as you danced.

“That’s not gonna help us out with lessons.” Ruby shook her head lightly as she saw you dance close to your partner your movements flawless which caused her to look at Sam and see him watching you with fascination. It kind of hurt that you had his eyes on you when she had asked him to dance with her.

Sam had to admit that you were pretty damn good at dancing, and he would have loved to lead you across the dance floor, but sadly he didn’t know a thing about dancing. So he knew that there would be no way of dancing with you.

“Hi, kids. Having fun?” Bobby said breaking Sam’s gaze on your moving form.

“Uh, yeah,” Sam said swallowing the lump in his throat that had been forming.

Ruby cleared her throat smoothing out the nice dress that she had worn that evening. “Actually, Dad, I’ve gotta excuse myself.” She looked at Sam with a small smile. “I’m in charge of games tonight. Would you like to help me get things started?” She asked curiously hoping that Sam would come with her to set up the games that she was supposed to that evening. Plus she really wanted to get to know him a bit more and away from his eyes settling down on you.

“Of course he would,” John said looking at his youngest son.

“Dad,” Sam said looking at his father before looking at Ruby. “It’s nice and all Ruby… but I was thinking of hitting the books.” He admitted hoping that he hadn’t hurt her feelings too much.

Ruby looked down a bit ashamed to think that he would go with her. “Okay.” She said softly. “I’ll see you around.” She turned on her heels and left to get the games set up for that evening.

John gave Sam a disappointed look. “You should’ve gone with her.”

“Dad, I was serious about the reading bit.”

John shook his head.

Sam turned on his heels and left the main house. He couldn’t be around his father right now. Not with that disappointed look that he had on his face. All because he wanted to read a little. He wasn’t into games that night or perhaps any night. He didn’t want someone to force him to have a good time when there were other ways to have a good time and not hook up with a girl that he had just met.

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Supernatural Survey

I was tagged by both @anyrei and @misspoogy the brilliant and dynamic fic writing duo. As I’m not only a fic whore who loves their work but also through the wonder of the interwebs I have become friends with them too I feel I must now complete this task put before me! :) Now for the challenge of answering these questions without sounding like a plagiarising pirate ACK! Here goes!

1. WHAT SEASON DID YOU START WATCHING SUPERNATURAL?

Season one first episode as it aired on TV. I was in my first long term relationship and it was one of the first shows we could both agree on to watch together. I’ll be honest though I stopped watching around/after season five for a few years because we ended up breaking up and it was hard, but eventually I came back to the show and my only regret was leaving him with the DVD season box sets I had bought after we broke up. lol

2. WHO WAS THE FIRST CHARACTER YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH?

Dean because I could really relate to many of the challenges he faced growing up and shouldering the burdens of life. Plus Jensen is one hell of an actor!

3. WHO WAS A CHARACTER THAT YOU HATED AT FIRST BUT GREW TO LOVE?

Rowena. I wasn’t that engaged with her character and basically zoned out on the scenes she was in and to be fair since she was a women I thought she was going to be killed off pretty quickly. It’s not that I hated her per-sey, I just didn’t connect right away. After a while seeing her character development grow and the writing witty banter improve with her character I started to adore her little quips and appearances. Not to mention seeing Ruth at a con and what a sweetheart she really is held sway over my heart too. 

4. WHICH CHARACTER WOULD YOU MOST WANT TO BE IN A LONG-TERM RELATIONSHIP WITH?

I’m going to answer this as though no one is dead. You would think I would say Cas, but he’s for Dean ;) I myself well damn...I love Charlie. Immensely. There’s also something about Joe too...I’m torn...Ahhh!!! Charlie.

5. IF YOU COULD GO ON A DATE WITH JUST ONE CHARACTER, WHICH ONE WOULD YOU CHOOSE?

Just one date? If I could it would be with Cas. 

6. WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON THAT DATE?

I would take him downtown to go to some comedy burlesque shows so I could see him laugh and then we could go dancing at some LGBTQ friendly night clubs or just enjoy some new sights. I would keep things light and show him art, beauty, love, and community. Maybe there would be some gelato involved. Basically just enjoy being who you are in your own skin and know that no one is really normal. It’s OK to be different and still express freedom and love life.

7. WHICH CHARACTER WOULD YOU MOST WANT TO BE LIKE?

Charlie, the girl’s got game and wicked hacking skills I wish I possessed. 

8. WHICH CHARACTER WOULD YOU MOST WANT TO SEE BROUGHT BACK FROM THE DEAD?

Since we know Cas will be back, I doubt any of you would be surprised to know that I want Charlie back.

9. WHICH CHARACTER WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO PUNCH?

Bucklemming...OH wait! LOL for Character...Um Metatron just because he has potential and squandered it! I would want to Kill Lucifer for obvious reasons.

10. WHO IS YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVORITE CHARACTER?

Cas. Does this surprise anyone?

11. WHICH “BIG BAD” DO YOU THINK WAS THE WORST?

The big bad I hated the most had to be the whole Amara story line and the way they wrote her character was just god awful. <--Yeah I did that.

The best big bad on Supernatural? Lack of communication. LOL What?! 

12. WHICH CHARACTER ARE YOU MOST LIKE?

Probably Dean to be honest. Don’t want to get into specifics but yeah, no chick flick moments. Also I’m bi As Fuck too...So there’s that.

13. WHAT DEATH HIT YOU THE HARDEST?

OK this is tough I was livid over Charlie and Eileen both. Each for completely different reasons. Cas I knew was coming back so didn’t affect me as much.

14. WHAT SEASON FINALE HIT YOU THE HARDEST?

Season 5. This was when the show was meant to end and it was around the time of the end of my 5 year relationship. Nothing was truly resolved, everyone hurt and everyone was just expected to keep moving on. Yeah. It sucked.

15. WHAT ARE YOUR TEN ALL-TIME FAVORITE EPISODES?

These aren’t in specific order, it would take too long to rank:

1. Yellow Fever

2. The French Mistake

3. Changing Channels

4. Free to be You and Me

5. Baby

6. Regarding Dean

7. The Future

8. Fan Fiction

9. LARP and the Real Girl

10. Hunter Heroici

16. WHAT’S BEEN YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?

Over all I have to say season 12. I have loved the character development and growth.

17. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE ANGEL?

Castiel. But other than him? Gabriel. (Agreed didn’t even have to write this one)

18. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE DEMON?

Meg. And yes while I’m a hardcore destiel shipper I did like Meg and her character growth and traits. She was a sassy witty badass and stood on her own playing field outside of all other demons.

19. WHO’S YOUR FAVORITE EVIL CHARACTER?

Azazle there was just something so creepy and intelligent about him. 

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY SUPERNATURAL SHIPS?

Nope. Hahahaha Just fucking with you. OF COURSE! Destiel is my OTP obviously, but here are a few others I like: Sabriel, Saileen, and it warmed my heart to think of Bobby/Ellen. I ship the shit out of Jody and Donna, and giggle at the thought of Crobby. 

21. WHO’S YOUR FAVORITE SUPPORTING ACTOR?

Felicia Day, Kim Rhodes, and Briana Buckmaster.

22. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE FROM THE SHOW?

Gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day.

23. IF YOU COULD CAST ONE FAMOUS ACTOR IN AN EPISODE OF SPN, WHO WOULD YOU CHOOSE?

Ryan Reynolds just for the purposes of the outtakes. lol

24. IF YOU COULD WRITE YOUR OWN EPISODE, WHAT KIND OF CREATURES WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE INCLUDED?

I think it would interesting and different if they did an episode with a lake monster like the Ogopogo or the Loch Ness and they would need to hunt out on a boat and way out of their depth. 

25. WHO’S YOUR FAVORITE GIRL THAT DEAN’S HOOKED UP WITH?

The impala...Oh wait...Well...I mean...Not really wrong am I?

26. WHO’S YOUR FAVORITE GIRL THAT SAM’S HOOKED UP WITH?

Sarah from Season 2 brilliant sassy and would have made a great hunter. What I would have wanted to see was Sam and Eileen then that would have been my answer if we had her long enough to get that far. I mean she didn’t even sleep with Sam and the poor girl still died!

27. WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE CONVENTION MOMENTS?

Rawr. You can’t unsee that now. 

28. IF YOU WERE GOING TO GUEST STAR (OR BE A RECURRING GUEST STAR) ON SPN, HOW WOULD YOU WANT YOUR CHARACTER TO BE DESCRIBED?

Puts the Bite me into Bisexual. Oh wait, fuck, that’s Dean...Hang on... Like Xena only more leather. Yeah lol that works ;)

29. WHAT DO YOU HOPE TO SEE IN THE NEXT SEASON?

More character development and follow through with storylines. More Cas involved or at least acknowledged in the episodes. Seriously where the hell was Cas when Clair was being turned and why didn’t anyone call him?! 

30. - 40. IF YOU HAD TO CHOOSE…

BOBBY OR JOHN? Bobby

BELA OR RUBY? Bela

JESS OR MADISON? Jess

JO OR LISA? Jo

CHARLIE OR KEVIN? Charlie

BALTHAZAR OR ASH? Ash

CAS OR CROWLEY? Cas

BEN OR CLAIRE? Claire

JODY OR DONNA? So hard! NO! Jody...

SAM OR DEAN? Dean.

Now that I’m done I’m tagging @naruhearts @dean-and-castiel-winchester @castiel-left-his-mark-on-me @angeldoveyt @bandido-meow @all-for-destiel @lldyj @bluestar86 @blue-eyed-pie @hotwings-pie @youmeangaylikehappy-right 

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spn meme

Oh, fun!  Thanks, @zmediaoutlet​!

1.  What season did you start watching SPN?

Between 4 and 5.  I was in a game and our GM was a HAAAACK, and also a big mouth, and so he figured out that when he wholesale lifted the plot of the show he’d finally did something I liked and found interesting, and tried to curry favor by telling me all about this show I’d really love.  Except I’m actually smart, and figured out pretty damned fast that I was basically priestess!Sam, which is flattering I guess, but still pretty shitty.  And I immediately dropped the game and kept the show.

2.  Who was the first character you fell in love with?

Oh, Dean.  Absolutely.  He was exactly my type, and Jared Padalecki looks like the cleaned-up Hollywood version of the dominant who’d just dropped my ass and it freaked me out quite a lot.  Dean’s love for him won me over, though.

3.  Who was a character you hated at first, but grew to love?

I don’t know that love is as strong as I’m feeling, but I’m going to go with Rowena and Naomi.  They finally got really interesting, just before they died.  Why the hell do the writers do that?  (rhetorical question)  And a touch of Sam, because of the aforementioned bad relationship timing business, but I got over it fairly quickly.  (And bonus?  It helped me get over the guy faster, too.  “This is who you could have been, you asshat!”)

4.  Which character would you most like to be in a long-term relationship with?

Oh.  Um.  Here’s the trick.  This answer will be different in about a week.  Ask again for variety.  Right this second, I’m going with Jody or Benny.  Jody just hits every single one of my buttons, and Benny is really not far behind.  Ohhhh, can I have Jody/Ellen/Benny?  Is that greedy?

5.  If you could go on just one date with one character, which one would you choose?

Oof.  Meanie.  Yeah, I’m going with Dean.

6.  What would you do on the date?

I do love a nice car.  I’m a girl of varied tastes.  I can do aperitifs in the parlor just as easily as burgers in a bar.  But I love someone who’s uncomplicated--or if they are complicated, they’re self-soothing.  I just think Dean could make it fun.  Unpretentious, easy, and fun.  I don’t date easily or well at all, and being with someone who could help us over the bumpy bits would be nice.  (I think I basically have been on a date with Dean, and it was just about perfect.  They made for the perfect one-night-stand, if I’m only ever going to have one.)

7.  Which character would you most want to be like?

Ellen.  It takes a hell of a woman to go through everything she has and to still have her shit together, and she still has steel and velvet in her spine.  She’s tough, but not hard, and she doesn’t tolerate fools lightly, and she will absolutely go to war for you, if you’re one of hers.  I admire the hell out of her.

8.  Which character would you most like to see brought back from the dead?

No one.  Let people fucking die.  Let death have meaning again.  The story is so much more interesting and powerful if there are some fucking consequences.  That said, I do wonder how an older and wiser Sam and Dean would handle being faced with a new roster of Special Children.

9.  Which character would you most like to punch?

Most?  That’s hard.  Balthazar.  Or Zachariah.  Or really, and this would please me greatly, lock them in a room together and never let them out and tell me how that goes.

10.  Who is your absolute favorite character?

SamDeanSam&Dean.  If I put that all together we can pretend it’s just one character, yes?  Okay, fine.  Sam and Dean, the unit.

11.  Which “big bad” do you think was the worst?

Toss up between Metatron and Azazel.  I hated Metatron the most, but Azazel was most frightening to me.  Often, it’s the lesser-bads that are more unbearable to me.

12.  Which character are you most like?

You know, someone told me just recently that I’m a lot like Donna.  I don’t think this is a question I can answer for myself.  I know myself pretty well, but I still come armed with pre- and misconceptions.  I know who I want to be, and I know who I think I’ve been.  I don’t have a solid grasp on how others see me.

13.  What death hit you the hardest?

Bobby’s, or Dean’s latest one.  Though, again, repeated returns cheapen it.  Oh, man, and Ellen and Jo going out had me bawling.  I think those are the only ones that have had me needing to take a break.

14.  What season finale hit you the hardest?

5.  And then 11.

15.  What are your ten all-time favorite episodes?

Oh, man, I hate you so much right now.  This is going to take some thinking.

(2.14) Born Under a Bad Sign

(3.10) Dream a Little Dream of Me

(4.01) Lazarus Rising

(5.04) The End

(5.14) My Bloody Valentine

(5.16) Dark Side of the Moon

(6.04) Weekend at Bobby’s

(7,10) Death’s Door

(8.06) Southern Comfort

(10.05) Fan Fiction

(12.04) American Nightmare

I tried.  I really did.  There’s eleven.  I couldn’t get it lower.  Chronological order, rather than order of preference.  And to be honest, I’m probably wrong on a couple, but now my brain hurts, and this is what you get.

16.  What’s been your favorite season?

Ohhh, so, fun discovery!  I always hate the current season for a while, and then a few watches later, I’ll realize that I fucking love that thing.  (S7 being the exception so far.  Still don’t care for it.)  But I’m going to go with S4-5, because I can’t separate them.  They flow too beautifully together.

17.  Who is your favorite angel?

Super unpopular--though not surprising--opinion: it is decidedly not Cas.  Probably Gabriel.  He’s not a good guy, but he’s fucking interesting.  And that whole “run from my problems, make things worse, try to be heroic but maybe it’s too late by now” thing is a trend for me.  Though, thank Chuck, not on quite such a cosmic scale.

18.  Who’s your favorite demon?

Meg, Ruby, Casey, Alastair, War.  I’m not good at this There Can Be Only One thing.  And all of those appeal in completely different ways, so I can’t really compare them anyway.  Meg had such an interesting character development.  Ruby was so smug, and for all that she was sly, she was also kind of clumsy.  Moments of brilliance, but she wasn’t any kind of master manipulator.  I wonder if she could have done it without the blood.  Casey seemed like she had some fascinating stories in there, and she was the first demon we really got to see as a person.  Alastair was...God.  *shudder*  And War was just so cheerful about it all.  He knew his job, he liked his job, and he was secure.

19.  Who’s your favorite evil character?

Alastair.  And a runner-up of Azazel!John.

20.  Do you have any Supernatural ships?

Have you met me?  Die-hard Wincester over here.  Dimpala.  And what’s the one for Death/Dean?  I don’t read that one very often, but there are some good fic.  And for Sam, I kinda like asexual Sastiel and cozy snuggly Sevin.

21.  Who’s your favorite supporting actor?

Oh, man, it’s between Charles Malik Whitfield, Ruth Connell, and Aldis Hodge.  I have liked literally everything I have seen Whitfield do, I followed Hodge over to Leverage, and I could watch Ruth Connell say “moose” all damned day.

22.  What’s your favorite quote from the show?

...is there a database of good SPN quotes somewhere that I can consult?  Because I think I need one for this question.  Maybe Meg: “Look, I'm simpler than you think. I've figured one thing out about this world – just one, pretty much. You find a cause, and you serve it. Give yourself over, and it orders your life. Lucifer and Yellow Eyes – their mission was it for me.”

23.  If you could cast one famous actor in an episode of SPN, who would it be?

Fuck, man, I don’t know.  *stares at DVD shelf*  Brendan Fraser or Sam Elliott. 

24.  If you could write your own episode, what kind of creature would you like to see included?

ooo!  I’d like to see them dig into some very local monsters.  Not local to me, but personal to America monsters.  Try to hunt down a Thunderbird.

25.  Who’s your favorite girl that Dean’s hooked up with?

Tara Benchley.  She just looked so satisfied.  Or Suzy Lee from (9.08) Rock and a Hard Place.

26.  Who’s your favorite girl that Sam’s hooked up with?

Dr. Cara Roberts.  I have an affection for women who are just there for fun and aren’t interested in anything more.  Not because I don’t want the guys to have outside relationships (though, I don’t, because that’s not what I’m watching the show for), but I like women who just know what they want and are interested in playfully objectifying the guys.

27.  What are some of your favorite convention moments?

I don’t really watch the con videos much.  I will every so often, but the sound is always crap, and I get a headache.  I do quite like watching Jensen sing, though.  Hot damn.

28.  If you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on spn, how would you want your character described?

Cheerful, and snarky.  I’m gonna die anyway, I might as well be fun.

29.  What do you hope to see in the next season?

The Winchesters just being Winchesters.  Unless I am very much mistaken, this is the last season, so how about we go back to the show I fell in love with?  Like all mythic characters, Sam and Dean are both inherently human, and deeply divine.  So how about we get shit like the great icons trying to find clothes that fit them, or arguing over who left red socks in the laundry and why the hell do we even have red socks, Sam.  I want the show to end as beautifully as it could have been if they’d actually stopped at the end of 5.

30-40.  If you had to choose...

Bobby or John?  After all this time, John.  Let Bobby die.

Bela or Ruby?  Ruby.

Jess or Madison?  No opinion.  Madison, just because Jess carries the same problems as Mary.

Jo or Lisa?  Jo.

Charlie or Kevin?  Kevin.

Balthazar or Ash?  ASH.

Cas or Crowley?  Crowley.

Ben or Claire?  Claire.

Jody or Donna?  Jody.  That’s a tough one, though.

Sam or Dean?  No.  I’m not even going to entertain this one.