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[formerlyrighteous]

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

@mikaels0n-elijah | voicemail

     on that at least they're in agreement, as much as it chafed at him to admit it. which he has no intention to, purely out of spite. 

      one failed attempt to take out an Original was more than enough..for now. it might require more research into the hunter archive until he had a clear-cut plan. anything can be killed, all he had to do was narrow down the how. 

      "truce then. i won't try to stake you if you don't try to kill me." one built on quicksand was better than nothing and he needed to buy time somehow.

[formerlyrighteous]

@anditsxsorrows​​​ | funtimes abound

   a few years ago if anyone told him he’d be helping a vampire with their kid, he would have laughed in their face or called them a liar. especially since  the vampire in question he’d shot once at point-blank range after being dared to. granted, he’d considered pulling the trigger before the challenge came that it hadn’t taken much convincing. now they're stuck and he’s reminded of when Sam was this small, looking over at the hybrid with some degree of worry. why was he here again?

            ❝ any ideas how long we’re going to be facing               her magical freakouts? or how bad they’ll get               for that matter? ❞

[formerlyrighteous]

‘If it’s any consolation, I think you’re a truly horrible person.’

@diviinityx | prompt.

      ❝ — thank you? ❞

[formerlyrighteous]

"I'm bored. Take your clothes off" // jfc :/

@hellbled | prompt.

    and they say romance is dead.

   “fine but i’m gonna hold this over your       head forever, just to let you know.”

[formerlyrighteous]

“ don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that. ”

@nigermviduam​ | prompt.

     she sounds so sure of herself. so convinced that there’s nothing he could do or say that would change her opinion of him for the worst. that’s how love works, right? how it’s supposed to anyway, if you follow all that crap that’s written down in romance novels. trouble is, he has a hard time picturing anyone feeling like that for him. he can say the same to her and it’d be true yet to just accept it from someone else?       “there’s no getting rid of each other now so i guess we’ll see, won’t we?” it’s the closest he can get to an agreement and even then, there’s more doubt in the words than any he’s said to her thus far.

[formerlyrighteous]

“ please, don’t ever give up on me. ”

@hellbled | prompt.

    her voice shakes the smallest bit and he tries to remember if he’s ever heard it do that before, holding her gaze. there’s a part of him that wanted to look away, unprepared to face her when she’s this vulnerable. it’s not the first time she’s said please yet there’s a weight to the words that was missing then. worry that one day he'd look at her differently and that this relationship will end bloody.                ( it should, shouldn’t it? )            he’s not so sure anymore.      they’ve denied it, fought against it, given into it by spending multiple nights together and it still takes up too much space inside of him to call it nothing. the real enemy is her brother and he knew how hard it was to face the reality that one day you might have to be the one to take them out. he’d do whatever he could to make sure that doesn’t happen but in the end, it won’t be his call to make.

          “you make it sound like it’s a choice.”      what does it say about him that it’s not? or that he didn’t think he’d be able to, even if the worst comes to pass? he’s lost too many battles that he already knew in all likelihood he’d still try to find something redeemable in her. he’d settle for a shred of hope if it meant he wouldn’t have to kill her.

[formerlyrighteous]

‘*’‘*’‘*’‘*’

@hellbled | prompt.

     she's tempting and infuriating all at once, pushing all of his buttons with the same brazen audacity he uses on hers without a care in the world. it affects him when she does it, the hate he should be feeling used as justification to annoy her at every opportunity. should be since he doesn't hate her. it'd be easier if he could. how simple it would be to say it was the allure of the forbidden that draws them together, not the chemistry both will deny exists. he could chalk up all the mornings he'd woken up in bed with her a mistake, or a pattern of mistakes, yet that excuse doesn't hold up when grogginess turns into going for another round. she does it before he can and he smiles into the kiss, that smug side of him showing through. despite all of their arguments, there’s some satisfaction in knowing he's not the only one who can't get enough of this addiction either.

[formerlyrighteous]

"next time, maybe i'll buy you dinner first".

@rippermorality​ | prompt.

bleary gaze struggles to focus, heel of his hand used to rub at his eyes that hadn’t yet adjusted to being awake. the comment registering slowly as flashes of memory return from the night before. not how he’d expected the evening to end but he can’t say he had many complaints. if anything he felt like he should thank the vampire; he hasn’t gotten that much sleep in awhile and the pleasant burn of tired muscles had very little to do with a night of rest.

                ❝ how’d you feel about breakfast? ❞

doesn’t mention that this might not be a one-time thing since he wouldn’t mind it all that much if it wasn’t. a question of what time it is causes his attention to shift to the nearby alarm clock on the night stand then groans.

            ❝ on second thought, make that lunch. ❞

[formerlyrighteous]

‘ I’m not gonna let you die today.’

@demonstigma | prompt.

       “ — fuck you, i'll die if i want to.”

  ( proceeds to spit out a mouthful of blood )

[formerlyrighteous]

▲

@bloodblle

   ❝do you think I would let them harm you?❞

[formerlyrighteous]

💬

@demonstigma | prompt.

   "If we both stick to the story, they can't prove anything."

[formerlyrighteous]

“ the world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two. ”

@hellbled | prompt.

    it was too late in the day to have this conversation. he’s had a few drinks too many, there’s a pleasant buzz from the alcohol in his system, and he’s too close to forgetting that the world’s fucked. too close to finding her company pleasant, even if she’s talking about things he didn’t really care about. he wants her to stop talking. take another drink and join him in drowning his sorrows or blocking out emotions.     usually he’d give a sarcastic comment along the lines of ‘it takes one to know one’ since they were both broken. both monsters in their own ways and he’d stopped thinking of himself as a hero a long time ago. what they don’t tell you about heroes was that they don’t get happy endings and he knew how his would go. heroes are tragic and flawed, their deeds written of in songs and tales.      a few years from now, no one will know his name. 

      “if that’s true then clearly i suck at the ‘balancing’ part.”

[formerlyrighteous]

“  please, don’t ever give up on me.  ”

@bloodblle​ | prompt.

why did he feel this way? he should see her as a monster. she is one, he knows that now. his crush had faded when he learned the truth yet he can’t think of her as someone he needed to kill. even with a weapon in his hand and her pleading with him to end it, he’d hesitated. hunters aren’t supposed to hesitate. 

          dean winchester doesn’t hesitate.          yet he did. and he has no idea why.

    “don’t give me a reason to.”

[formerlyrighteous]

“ who did this to you? ” (rebekah)

@undeciided | prompt.

pain in his chest when he breathes in tells him he’s bruised a few ribs, same as the tilt in his surroundings from a hard knock on the head. he’s had worse. not counting the hellhounds ripping his body to pieces, a few injuries were all part of the job. one arm presses firmly on the ground to brace himself for the attempt to get back to his feet, the movement bringing agony and an extreme protest from sore muscles. 

            oh yeah, he’s gonna feel this in the morning.

      ❝ just some vamps. i was doing fine until one of them       all of a sudden had backup and the rest got a damned       second wind. ❞

[formerlyrighteous]

“  i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway.  ”

@rippermorality​ | prompt.

it’s less that he doesn’t need the help but that he doesn’t want it. the role of backup’s fallen to Sam for so long that the idea of anyone else taking that space he rejects on principle. he would have liked to do that now yet it’s the knowledge that there’s still a lot about vampires he doesn’t know. this kind is different than anything he’s read or anything John’s come across since there isn’t a journal entry about them. he knew this for a fact because he’s combed through it so many times that he knew it from front to back. eyes narrow as he considers the proposition, still feeling reluctant to accept. 

    ❝ how do i know i can trust you? for all i know you’ll         lead me into a trap and i’ll end up being dinner. ❞

[formerlyrighteous]

fight

@anditsxsorrows | prompt.

it wasn’t a fight. he’s firm in that belief because any attempt made to kill the hybrid wasn’t serious. wasn’t a joke or a warning, simply blowing off steam in a self-destructive way. in the back of his mind he was aware of how reckless it was and that it could have easily twisted in the hybrid’s favor instead of his. that one bullet had driven into his shoulder but if it hadn’t the result would have been a wound far more fatal.

he wouldn’t consider it a fight between them even if it were to come to that because Klaus couldn’t be killed and he’d lost whatever it was that drove him to act awhile ago. forming this truce was equal parts self-preservation as it was turning a blind eye to the monstrous acts the other might pull and he’s okay with that since he can tell himself later at least he’d tried once.