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S15 Ep9 The Trap

Authors Note: This is based on episode 9 of season 15 of Supernatural with my oc Hunter. Fun fact, she and Kevin share a kind of sibling bond, and I would love to write a little one-shot about that. I might write something next regarding their relationship alongside the bond I have Castiel and Kevin have too!

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Screwed. That’s the only thing that Castiel could think of right now. He was properly and utterly screwed for lack of better words. He and Dean had gone to Purgatory, Michael opening a rift for the two. They had exactly 12 hours to get a Leviathan Blossom and return. Michael had given them a spell that would trap Chuck, and with Sam and Eileen being kidnapped by God himself, the two were running out of time. Everything had gone semi-smoothly when he and Dean had entered Purgatory. They had run into a Leviathan, and he had shown them to a location where the blossoms bloomed. Turns out it was a trap though, and Dean had been knocked out, while Castiel had been kidnapped. Now, he was walking through the woods, two Leviathans grabbing his arms and dragging him down a path to Eve. There were three more Leviathans in front of him and two more behind him. Part of him wanted to fight back and escape their holds since they weren’t really tying him up or subduing his powers, but he was outnumbered and didn’t know if it would be possible to brute force his way out of this. All he hoped was that Dean had gained consciousness and made it back to the portal, escaping this place before the doors closed.

A sudden pressure on his arms pulls him back from his thoughts. The Leviathans had stopped moving, and as Castiel looked up he saw three black-hooded figures blocking their path. He couldn’t tell who these people were, but by the way the Leviathans had acted, they weren’t on the same side. “Get out of the way” one of the Leviathan barked, the one who was leading the group.

One of the hooded figures steps forward, speaking in a cajun accent, “Now why would we do that?” the man asks, tilting his head.

“Because Eve commands it,” the Leviathan answers, sneering at the man, “You’re outnumbered, if you’re smart you’d turn back”.

This causes the hooded figure to chuckle, “Head back, nah I think we like it right here. Though, if you let go of the angel, we could spare ya”.

The Leviathans all laugh at this, one of them speaking up, “Spare us? You’re outnumbered, you really want to stand in the way of what Mother wants?”

“Oh she’s no mother to us we got our own lady to listen to, so again let the angel go,” the man with the accent laughs.

“Who are you anyways?” one of the Leviathan questions.

“Who am I? Little ol me? Surprised you can’t tell, though it was rumored my own kind ripped me apart huh?” the cloaked figure mumbles, taking a few steps forwards before reaching to take off his hood. Castiel’s eyes squint as he takes in the appearance of the man, realizing it was Benny, the vampire who had helped him and Dean when they were trapped in Purgatory all those years ago.

“So you’re a dead man walking huh? I guess nothing stays dead for long” the frontman Leviathan snarls, “You think we're gonna go running just because we've seen a ghost?” he chuckles.

“Maybe? But to be honest, Imma think you’re gonna go running because of who you threatened here, see our lady friend wants the angel safe and back home, and well you’ve gone and messed up his pretty face, and she’s not happy” Benny says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

“You think we’re afraid of some bitch?” the frontman asks, his eyes on the cloaked figures.

“Buddy if I were you, I’d choose your words a bit more carefully” Benny warns, raising an eyebrow. The cloaked figure who was in the middle steps forward, placing a hand on Benny’s back. Benny nods his head to them, letting them step forward. The cloaked figure slowly tugs off their hood, revealing blue eyes and wavy black hair. The Leviathan freezes, the ones holding onto Castiel loosening their grip on his arms. Castiel however, is frozen too, taking in the sight of her, his Hunter.

“You’re in my territory,” she simply speaks, walking forwards, causing the Leviathan to step backward, terrified of the cambion, “And you have my angel” she snarls.

“We didn’t know it was you,” the frontman speaks quickly, urgently, “We didn’t know this was your territory” he adds on.

She laughs at this, and even though it's a dark and dangerous laugh, all Castiel can think is how beautiful she is. How tired she looked, how determined she was. “You saw the marks on the trees, right? Or are you just not that bright? And that graveyard you defiled, that was my garden, my territory that you poisoned, that you defiled with that angel trap” she snarls.

“Must have slipped our minds, Eve, Mother, she was insistent on capturing the angel the moment he arrived” the frontman tries to explain. Hunter stops him, holding up her hand and causing him to choke.

“I don’t care what Eve wants, we made an agreement, this is my territory, and I don’t want your filth invading it. I told her this is my land, and to keep away if she wanted to stay in power here”. She clenches her fist, black goo foaming at the lips of the frontman, “But I see that none of that matters, she sent you here, to capture my angel”. She releases her fist letting the frontman breathe. “And I told her I didn’t want anyone I cared for to be threatened, so I suggest you let the angel go and crawl back home”.

The frontman gasps for breath, nodding his head before running off. The other Leviathan tries to run off too, but she holds up her hand keeping them in place, “Nuh-uh” she says in a singsong voice, “I only need one messenger, isn’t that right Benny?” she asks the vampire.

“You’re right about that” Benny grins, “I think we need to make a new garden here since they ruined your last one darlin”.

After that, everything moves fast. Castiel still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Hunter was here, in Purgatory. When she had gone missing, presumably dead at the hands of Jack, the Winchesters and he alongside Rowena had tried every tracking spell they could to find out where she was, if she was dead or not, but they had no luck. It was a dead end every time, and with everything that happened, the boys were forced to move on, to find a way to subdue Jack and end Chuck. There was no time to chase deadends. If she was dead, they should have known. If she was here in Purgatory, they should have known. Yet here she was, perfect and beautiful and Castiel was stunned and surprised and so much more. He had missed her so much, missed the way she would smile, missed the way she would sing, missed the way she would love. She was the brightest person in the world, with a heart of gold. She was pure and kind and everyone who knew her loved her. He had and always did love her. As the fight breaks out, he punches the Leviathan on his left holding his arm. The one holding his right arm lurches forward, stumbling before kicking him down. He falls onto his face, wrestling the two Levithan before the third cloaked figure throws something on them, causing them to hiss and burn. The third cloaked figure, pulls Castiel up off the ground, quickly making a ring around them. Castiel, who was supporting a broken nose and bloody face looks around frantically, seeing Hunter and Benny fight the other four Leviathan.

Castiel starts towards them, but the cloaked figure pulls him back, taking his hood off. “Kevin?” Castiel asks gruffily, recognizing the prophet. The last time he saw Kevin was months ago when he had escaped hell when God opened it up. That's when Castiel, Sam, and Dean found out that instead of Heaven, Chuck had sent Kevin to hell. They had the demon possessing Jake open a rift in the portal they made in the town nearby to let Kevin escape and roam the world, but somehow he was here, in Purgatory.

“Yeah, it's me” Kevin responds nervously, his hold on Castiel tight but weak, “Listen, she’d rather us stay in this circle okay, they can’t pass it. I figure since she makes me stay in these things during fights so no one touches me, she’d want you to, as well”.

“How are you here?” Castiel questions, his eyes leaving the boy's face to look at Hunter who had just killed her second Leviathan, “Last time we saw you, you went wandering around Earth so you didn’t have to go back to hell”.

“Yeah, I know. It’s a long story, basically, she brought me down here, to keep me from going insane” Kevin answers, “She was fading up there, her soul not being able to remain on Earth, so she took me here with her to try and figure something out”.

“Figure something out?” Castiel asks incredulously, “What do you mean?” he shifts towards the boy, grabbing onto the front of his shirt.

“Listen man I don’t know, just please don’t hurt me” he squeaks, holding his hands up to shield his face.

“Looks like your angel is mad” Benny scoffs, walking towards the two, Hunter following behind him.

“Put him down Cas” Hunter says gently, moving to place her hands on his back and Kevin’s shoulder. Castiel looks down at her, his grip on Kevin loosening but not letting go.

“I need answers” he growls, “Why is he here? Why are you here? Where were you? What happened” he responds in a gruff voice.

“Shaking the kid won’t solve that” Benny calls out, causing Hunter to scoff. She meets the angel’s eyes with her pleading ones to let the boy go. Reluctantly he drops Kevin’s collar, who takes a step away from the angel.

“A lot has happened, let's talk on the way back to the portal okay? You’re runnin out of time to get out of here” she responds calmly. Castiel squints his eyes at her, not believing this is her, but motions to her to lead the way. Hunter turns to look at Kevin and motions with her head to join Benny. Benny and Kevin walk down the path that the Leviathan had taken Castiel on his way here, her and Castiel walking behind them.

After a moment of silence, Hunter speaks up beside the angel, “It wasn’t Jake you know”. Castiel looks down at her, his brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” he asks wearily.

“I mean, I saw it, you all blamed Jake, assumed he killed me..like he killed Mary” her voice falls softly, “But he didn’t kill me”.

“Then who did?” he asks.

“Chuck,” she says simply, “I..I was there, at the cabin, when Jack lost it. He..he fried Nick, and then I went into labor. Mary wanted to get us back to the bunker, but Jack had panicked. He didn’t want her to tell Sam and Dean…you..what he had done. I felt it, the change in energy, the baby could sense the danger..so it took me somewhere else right as Jack..” her voice cracks. She clears her throat before continuing, “The baby sent me to another universe, to give birth. Afterward, Chuck..he showed up”.

Castiel stares down at her, his throat tightening, “He killed you?” he asks, trying not to let his voice crack.

Hunter nods her head, her black locks bouncing on her head, “He did” she confirms, her voice breaking. “It was all a joke to him” she continues after a moment, “All of it was. He told me he never planned to let me live. That other cambion, the child, he had killed him after Dean and Sam convinced you not to. Once he got light of me, he was going to kill me too, but then I became close to his favorite toys, so he thought why not make it entertaining” she lets out a dry laugh, kicking a rock on the path they were walking.

Castiel could feel his pulse quickening, could feel the conflicting emotions suffocating him. Of course, it was Chuck, of course, God had played with her life like everyone else. “Why?” Castiel asks, “Why kill you?”

“Because he saw me as a threat” she answers him. “Growing up, the only ‘powerful’ thing I did was weaken the yellow-eyed demon when he had come for me to create his new generation of psychics as he had with Sam’s generation. After that, the abuse my father put me through weakened my potential, I was too scared of myself. I grew close to the Winchesters, and he enjoyed that story. Remember how he told me, that once I gave birth I would reach my potential? Well apparently that potential was becoming strong…almost as strong as him. That threatened him” she explains taking a deep breath.

“He came to me after I gave birth in that apocalyptic universe, and he went off on a tangent. How he could never control me. How just like Jack he couldn’t watch me…he couldn’t script my story. So he settled on involving me in the stories he’d write about Sam and Dean. He gave me permission to have kids with you, just so it would happen. Another tragedy, a perfect tragedy he called it. He was so sure I would die during childbirth, but I didn’t so he had to kill me. Because someone like Jack and I, walking around with so much power, with the ability to stop him, it wasn’t allowed” she breathes shakily.

They had finally reached the portal, Dean nowhere to be found. Castiel could hear Benny calling out to them, saying he was gonna go ahead to make sure Dean was on his way, telling Kevin and the rest of them to stay put. He could feel the pounding in his head, the ringing in his ears. He heard Dean’s voice. Not near them, but as if the man was praying to him. Telling him he forgave him, that he was sorry, that he hoped Castiel was okay. Everything was too much for Castiel. Everything came crashing down on him, and he leaned his forehead on a nearby tree, trying to calm his uneven breaths. This was really her, this was really happening. Chuck had killed her. Chuck had given them hope for a future with the intention of taking it away all for his epic story.

Hunter places her hand on Castiel’s back, her head tilting forward to look at his face, “Angel look at me please” she begs. He opens his watery blue eyes, meeting her own dull and tired ones.

“You’re real” he repeats over and over again, “You’re here and I didn’t come and get you”.

“Oh Castiel,” she says heartbroken, “It isn’t your fault,” she tells him gently.

“I was supposed to protect you…I failed” he admits, his voice cracking.

“You could never fail me, angel, you had so much more to worry about than a lost soul like me,” she says softly.

Castiel shakes his head, his hair matted to his forehead, “I was supposed to protect you..and our kid..what happened to our son?” he asks painfully.

“Chuck killed him too” she answers him, her eyes watering, “I don’t know where he is, but I’ve never given up. I will find a way back to you, to him” she promises.

Castiel closes his eyes tightly, letting out a broken sob. This wasn’t fair, none of this was fair. “Come back with us” he begs.

“I can’t” she whispers, “I go through that portal and I disappear. This is only half my soul, the other half is at rest in the Empty,” she tells him, “I can’t go back until I find a way to wake myself up” she explains.

“How…” he begins to ask but Hunter cuts him off, “I did a little spell, something Rowena taught me, in a desperate attempt to get back to you all. I cut my soul in half, good thing I have the brightest and biggest soul in the world huh?” she laughs wetly, leaning into his side, “When Chuck killed me, I went to the Empty, but the part of my soul I ripped from my body when I was still alive, it came back here, to this universe. That’s where I met Kevin, that’s how I watched you and the boys. But I was fading, fading to this place. I was able to take Kevin with me, and every day I try to find a way to wake myself up in the Empty. Once I get that far, I’m sure I’ll be able to get back to the bunker, but for now, I just try and gain strength, try and get through the day” she mumbles.

“I’ve missed you” Castiel admits, staring at her, letting her lean against him.

“I’ve missed you too Angel” she sniffles, leaning her head onto his shoulder. The moment is interrupted by Dean and Benny making it back.

“Cas?” Dean calls out. Castiel straightens up, walking over to Dean.

“Hello Dean” Castiel greets, blocking Hunter from view, not on purpose, he was just glad to see Dean alive.

“I thought you were dead, they took you man” Dean lets out a breath of relief.

“I let them take me, to keep you safe since I was the one that Eve wanted” Castiel explains.

Dean nods his head before clearing his throat, “Look Cas…I…” Dean begins but Castiel cuts him off, “I heard your prayer, Dean, it’s okay you don’t have to say it again”. Dean looks appreciatively at Cas, really not wanting to have a ‘chick flick moment’ like he would put it. But the moment that Hunter steps up to stand beside Castiel, all of that is forgotten.

“Hunter?” he asks quietly, afraid if he is too loud he will scare her away.

“Yeah it’s me Deano” she whispers, tears stinging her eyes.

Dean wastes no time, walking over to her. He picks up a strand of her black hair, twirling it in his hands, his eyes moving towards her face, almost like he was making sure she was real, before he wraps his arms around her tightly, “I missed you Hunnie” his voice cracks.

Hunter laughs at this, holding onto his tightly, “I haven’t heard that nickname in years” she mumbles against his shoulder. At the scene, Castiel feels guilty. He hadn’t hugged her, hadn’t even held her hand when he first saw her, too skeptical that any of this was real. Instead, he had spent all his time with her questioning her.

As Dean and Hunter break apart, she smiles sadly up at Dean, “I can’t come with you” she tells him with a broken voice.

Dean’s jaw tightens, and he nods his head, “I figured” he mumbles, patting her shoulder. “So I’m guessing a couple of months ago when I saw you with Jack at the graveyard, that wasn’t a trick of my eyes?” he asks her.

Hunter shakes her head, “That was really me” she promises, “A part of my soul, it was on Earth for a bit before being dragged down here,” she explains, “I just…I wanted to show you who the real enemy was”.

“Chuck…he was the one who killed you” Dean’s voice sours, putting two and two together. That’s why all those months ago she had appeared to him and only him, almost like a warning, to not go along with God’s plans.

“You’re smart sometimes” she grins sadly, “You need to be going, the rift is going to close soon,” she tells the boys. Dean pats her shoulder again before stepping back, nodding his head. “Here” she mumbles, reaching into her bag, “I used a spell to make it look prettier, but I heard you were looking for a Leviathan Blossom so hopefully this works”, she takes out a blood-red flower handing it over to Dean.

“Thank you” Dean mumbles, holding onto the delicate flower, “What are the chances we trap god and then come back for you? And you let us?” Dean asks pained.

“It can’t happen,” she tells him sadly, “I can’t come back till I get my other half in the Empty, this is something you just have to trust me on. I’ll find a way, I always do”, she smiles at him. Dean nods his head, clearing his throat.

As Dean says goodbye to Benny and walks over to talk to Kevin, Hunter looks back at Castiel. “I don’t want this to be goodbye” Castiel breaks the silence between them, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to fight off the pain he feels.

“It doesn’t have to be” she calls out to him, her bottom lip quivering. Castiel reaches out to her hesitantly, before pulling her into a hug. Hunter rests her chin on his shoulder, her arms desperately clinging to him.

“Let’s hope the next time we meet I’m whole” she whispers into the crook of his neck. This only causes Castiel to hold onto her tighter. As they break apart, Castiel looks down at her heartbroken. The nagging feeling that even if she did make it back to the bunker, whole and alive, the moment would be cut short. Dean pats Hunter’s back, saying one final round of goodbyes before going through the rift, leaving Castiel there for a moment. Castiel clears his throat, waving goodbye and thanking both Kevin and Benny for keeping her safe. He then looks down at Hunter, kissing her forehead before stepping away, forcing himself to go back through the closing portal. Once he is back in the bunker, only one thought goes through his head, how he is going to fail Hunter once again, because if she ever made it back here, he would be happy, and in that very moment of their reunion, he would leave her. The deal he made with the Empty weighed over him heavily at that very moment.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 2 years ago

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From the Ashes Pt.6

Pairing(s): one sided! Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader

Warnings: new characters :), changing povs, Cersei POV, MC POV

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Summary: A shadow assassin is sent after Jaime and Reader.

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Book Two of Heir of Ash and Fire

Book One of Heir of Ash and Fire

She wouldn’t let the sight of the man intimidate her. The very sight of him had her chest flinching with fear. Knowing what this man was, what he did, it made her all to conscious of them being alone.

Cersei purses her lips and pushes the fairytale that her mother had told her long ago out of her mind. There was no time for that. That kind of stuff wasn’t real. Even if it was, well, the best for her she supposed.

“Half now, the rest when the deed is done.” That’s what the daughter of the golden lion had told this assassin. Inniros Orelelion. There was a power in her narrowed green eyes. It was nowhere near the somewhat bored stare that came from Inniros’ single blue eye. The other. . . well, the other was closed, sunken in by what was lost. When he moved his head, his shocking red dreadlocks moved to cover it as to not offend a lady of her pedigree. Cersei could hardly care. What she did care about was what this man could do. She had searched high and low for someone of his caliber. Once part of the Golden Company and even more important was the rumor that clung heavy on him. “I’ll throw in extra if you return my brother to me, alive.”

“It will be done, Your Grace.” His voice, not used to talking, was gravely and low as his eye lowers to the sack of coins she had hefted onto the table.

Grimacing, Cersei leans back in her seat; worried glances at the door then back to Inniros’ sickly pale face.”We shall see. I have sent the finest assassins after them. None have succeeded.”

Inniros stood and swiftly grabbed the bag, measuring the weight in his hand. “I’m not the finest. I’m the best there is.”

Abruptly jumping out of her seat, she stares with disbelief at what she had just witnessed. With complete ease and nonchalance, Inniros had walked into a corner that was dark with shadows and completely disappeared within them.

She stares hard where the assassin had once been. It was true. This man who was born from the shadowlands of Asshai was a shadowdancer. A darkin like the one from her mother’s stories. Someone who could control shadows at their beck and call.

A chill ran up her spine at the thought that they had been alone together. Someone who had a capability like that. . . an evil capability that came from the Stranger.

Breathing deeply was able to calm her nerves. What’s done was done. A handsome fee had already been paid just to get information on Inniros Orelelion. Not that the Casterly Rock vaults would miss it. They were swelling with gold.

The cost didn’t matter. She would spend as much as was necessary. Eyelids lowering at her fingers, lovely and flawless. “Come home to me Jaime. . .”

“Lady Cersei? Lady Cersei?” A servant is heard calling her down the hall.

A sigh heavy on her lips, Cersei gets up and pokes her head out of the council room. “Stop all that yelling. What is it?”

Collecting her breath, the maid holds out a neatly folded letter from her apron. “His Grace Prince Rhaegar has been injured!”

“Is it fatal?” Cersei snatches the letter and skims over it.

Slash across the face.

Protecting Robert Baratheon.

Wounded.

Still advancing.

She had thought Rhaegar a coward at first and highly doubted that he would win even with the help from House Lannister and the Dornish.

But Rhaegar was now causing fear in the Crownlands.

Since the battle in the Reach, Rhaegar’s army had been advancing quickly; cutting down anyone that got in his way. A sudden switch in him that seemed to turn the tides. It was only a matter of time before he toppled Aerys off the throne. He would be king and Cersei would be married to Oberyn and living in the hot sands of Dorne.

“Has my father said when they estimate on Rhaegar’s army arriving in King’s Landing?” Cersei closes the council room door behind her and follow the maid to her father’s apartments.

“Not yet. He’s dealing with a raven he received from King’s Landing. Aerys is scared and running to Tywin to fix everything.” A few more doors to pass and they would be at his library. “The king makes his own doom too easy.”

Quickly knocking to announce Cersei’s arrival, the maid bows and takes her leave.

“Enter.”

Cersei puts the meeting with Inniros out of her mind and walks into the library. How boring the life of a lord must be to consistently be stuck in a room; signing this, writing that all sounded tedious to Cersei as she finds her father permanently stuck to his chair. Keen eyes focused on the note that was no doubt from Aerys.

“What tidings does the Mad King send to you, father?” Leveled and cool, Cersei perches herself on a chair, eyeing the new lines around Tywin’s eyes; a reminder of his age and the toll of Jaime’s disappearance had on him..

He hardly looked in the mood for anything. If Jaime didn’t return, Tywin would have to name a new heir. Long ago when Jaime first decided to be a knight, it was decided by Tywin that no matter what, little Tyrion would never inherit the title of lord. Beyond everything, Cersei’s father held out hope that Jaime would eventually come to his senses and come back to Casterly Rock where he belonged. Now everything had fallen around Tywin as he tasted bitter ashes of his empire.

“He wants me to send my troops to defend King’s Landing when Rhaegar arrives.” Stating simply, Tywin set aside the king’s notice and looks up at his daughter.

Cersei offers him a smile. “None the wiser.”

Even with this news Tywin did not smile. “Do not be too confident just yet. Rhaegar still has to overthrow Aerys.”

She scoffs and leans back in the chair. “He might as well already be at the gates. Do you not smell the fire that he set in the Reach? How it has begun to engulf the Crownlands? We should be calling him King Rhaegar.”

“Much can happen.” He warns, making Cersei purse her lips. “A Targaryen uprising like this hasn’t happened in centuries. Not since the Blackfyre Rebellion. People forget how easily the tides can turn. Caution is required now as are calculated moves.”

Victory had already been on Cersei’s tongue though. Once Rhaegar took the throne he would wed Elia Martell, sister to her own fiance Oberyn. She would be that much closer to power. In Dorne, women were more revered and weren’t thought of as the weaker sex. In Dorne, women were allowed to rule. She was already coming up with her own plans on how to take rule of the sandy dunes of one of the most difficult kingdoms that Westeros had ever fought against.

Lowering her lashes, she knew that her father had much wisdom in the art of war. “Caution. . .”

Something Jaime never took heed of. Internally, Cersei scolds herself for thinking of him. By now Cersei was convinced that Jaime had fled, possibly rescuing (y/n) from the flames that Cersei had let loose. Somewhere in Essos they were together now.

Indignation fanned Cersei’s cheeks just thinking about it. He had made his choice. Now Jaime would pay for it. He had deftly taken down each assassin sent. Not this time. This one was different. Cersei witnessed it herself. Inniros was no ordinary man.

It was hard for her not to get her hopes up.

Caution. She needed caution and to hold her breath. Trust that this killer birthed from shadows would get the job done. * He watched them diligently atop of one of Volon Therys’ many towers as they entered the city. How hard could it be? Jaime Lannister may have been a former King’s Guard but that meant little to Inniros. He had taken down men twice as strong as this young cub. From what the Lady Lannister had divulged to him, he had need of caution around her brother. That he was an expert with blades. Blades could do little against a shadow though. His main goal however was the sister. The young girl that walked happily at his side. Even though they were but a speck at the height Inniros was at, his hawk-like eyes were able to see true that these were the ones. Both blonde of hair. If he succeeded in getting the young maid alone then his job would be that much easier. Innocence plain on her awestruck face, Inniros felt like a cat with a tiny bird in his claws. Easy.

Inniros reached out to the shadows at his feet as he slowly dissolved into them. This river front city had plenty of shadows for him to walk through. A voice inside of him spoke of the trepidation; everything about this assignment was proving too simple. Never the less it was the easiest money he would ever make. ** You and Jaime deserved to rest. With Bastard having taken all of your belongings, including your money, there was no way that you could afford to rent a room.

Jaime finds a spot for you to sit and wait. “I’ll go get some money. Just wait here for me and don’t talk to anyone. Keep your hand on your sword. We don’t know how dangerous this place is.”

Your brother was always scared when he was forced to part ways with you. He didn’t like the idea of not being able to keep an eye on you. “I’ll be fine, Jaime. I know you’ll get funds in no time. Be careful.”

Rough hand patting the top of your head, it lingered as he chews at his bottom lip. Growing self-conscious with the knowledge that your hair hadn’t been washed in days you take a step back. His hand falls to his side. “I’ll be back. Two hours tops.”

“I’ll be waiting.” You smile up at him and watch him as he reluctantly left. As he had instructed, you kept your hand on the pommel of your sword; eyes observing the daily going-ons in Volon Therys. You and Jaime had arrived in the city in the late afternoon. Being so, there was a decent flow of people walking around; too busy to pay you any attention. Finally you felt the weariness of your travels weigh you down. A night’s rest would have you ready for your final destination: Volantis. Already fantasizing of sleeping on a bed, your body relaxes a bit. Jaime had set you down on a discarded barrel, out of the way of the main street but still in sight of the pedestrians. Tented stalls that sold various items were alive with business. Above you was a stone archway that provided shade from the descending sun.

Your stomach grumbled at the scent of someone roasting meat. Mouth filling with saliva you shake the hunger from your head and instead pull your sword out of its scabbard. Your sword wasn’t anything grand. Jaime had just picked it up from a thug that thought he could pull one over on your brother. The blade was dull and scratched in several places. Something you would have never seen in King’s Landing. Knights and soldiers took great care with their weapons, priding themselves with keeping their swords sharp and glistening. This sword had not been well loved before falling into your hands. You had tried to get the scuffs out, polish it a little bit but it was no use. Years of mistreatment had taken its toll.

You turn your wrist in practice, the way your brother had taught you. The sword becoming an extension of your arm as you set on simple practice drills as you sat waiting. All while humming The Dornishman’s Wife.

Humming halting, you feel something in the pit of your gut. Sick, cold and slithering inside of you. Something you had never felt before.

You didn’t feel good.

Out of instinct you stand up and lean forward as if you were going to vomit.

Just in time to catch the metallic sound of a sword swinging in the air behind you. Abruptly you spin around, sword at the ready to catch a glimpse of bright red hair and a gleaming blue eye. The face disappears before reappearing off to the side. Astoundingly tall, this stranger emerges from his blanket of darkness. Shocking red dreadlocks tied together in a ponytail rests over his shoulder. The bottom half of his face was concealed by a black cloth.

Hand immediately becoming sweaty, you move to take a step back to prepare yourself for a fight. Only. . . you couldn’t move your feet despite attempting to lift your leg up. A thick shadow was holding your feet down to the ground, forbidding you from moving.

You panicked as he moved to strike you.

“Darkin.” Your mother’s voice came to you. A memory as she held you in her arms. Her chin rested atop of your head as she kisses your crown. In a scary voice she continues reading the book that was in front of you; your little hands holding it up as she read. “These creatures give up their souls to become one with the shadows. To shape, control, and even walk in them. They come from the shadowlands of Asshai where the people there even fear them as well.”

“Are there any darkin in Westeros, momma?” You tilt your head up. She smiles. “No darling. These are just stories. They aren’t real.”

Gods. . . this couldn’t be-

Sword blocking his attack, your body moves backwards as you tried not to fall over. Knees buckling, you use all of your strength to swipe him away. He moved easily, not like he was fighting. Like he was dancing. Taking a step back he disappeared again only for you to feel him behind you again.

Everything was happening so fast. Your heart didn’t even have a chance to beat when you felt his presence.

This was how you would die. Unable to move to defend yourself. Pitiful and weak.

Then he hissed, the shadow at your feet quivering.

“Let her go. Unless you want another lash.” A heavily accented female voice laced with venom.

That didn’t scare off your assailant. The noises you could hear behind you were that of a struggle.

Cracking of a whip filled the air and made you inwardly flinch. The woman spoke in a foreign language that you couldn’t pinpoint. Hisses and grunts could be heard from the male until silence.

“He’ll be back.” She grunted. A weight was lifted from your feet. The moment you felt it you turned to face her. Beautiful dark skin, face framed by a wealth of thick black curls and a proud, furrowed brow. “We must make sure that you’re at the Red Temple before he strikes again.”

So many questions. The urgency in her hazel eyes told you that there wasn’t time for any of that.

You were wary though. This new stranger mentioned the Red Temple, something Thalina had told Jaime. That didn’t give you cause to trust her though.

The hand that held her weapon, a golden whip, went slack as her features softened. “You are (y/n) Lannister, yes?”

Keeping your mouth shut you eye her, vaguely nodding yes.

“You can call me Sirvart. I am a servant of the Lord of Light. Thalina sent us a letter telling of your arrival. It was my duty to wait for you here in Volon Therys for as long as it took so that I may safely escort you to Volantis.”

Thalina. A mere stranger wouldn’t have known who Thalina was.

You lower your sword feeling exhausted all over again. Sirvart offered you her hand. “We must leave before the darkin returns. I lack the power to kill him.”

“W-Wait. My brother. I’m supposed to be waiting for him.” Fearfully you gaze at the closeby shadows, wondering if your assailant was still there. Waiting for another opportunity to strike.

Sirvart nods. “We shall retrieve him then.”

She seemed to know where she was going, this mysterious woman as she lead you through the streets with ease. Her eyes never stopped scanning her surroundings though. Always alert and watching the shadows closely.

“Do you know where my brother is?” You hesitantly ask.

“Yes. My companion alerted me. That’s how I knew you would be here too. She told me that there was a young man with hair like gold making trouble in a tavern nearby.” Sirvart’s pace was brisk and business like.

Thinking of the shadow man, you dared to speak up. “And. . . that man. . . was he really a darkin?”

Stopping, she meets your concerned expression. High cheekbones lowering a fraction as she frowned. “Yes.”

“I thought they weren’t real. My mother used to tell me stories about them.”

“Many share the same assumption. Darkin are all but gone now so they might as well be stories. A hand few of them are still around, make no mistake about that.” Pensive, Sirvart continues a much more leisurely stroll. “For one to attack a follower of R’hllor though. . . That’s unheard of.”

“Why is it unheard of?”

“Without light, there can be no shadows, only darkness.” She states matter of factly. “Many darkin worship R’hllor and would never do harm to his followers. That one must have been a rogue.”

Why had he been after you? The question was left on the tip of your tongue. You didn’t really want to know the answer. The reason why this man made from the tales your mother had told you wanted you dead.

Soon enough, you and Sirvart had made it to the seedier side of the city. Where crime seemed the only way to live. There was an area like that in every place you had ventured to. Even King’s Landing had Flea Bottom. You knew that’s why Jaime left you behind whenever he had to go to places like that. They were dangerous. Silly, you should have been used to that threat by now. It never ceased to surprise you though. The coarseness of humanity and how life could turn out so cruel for so many.

Reassuringly, you pat the handle of your sword to make sure it was still hugging your hip.

Outside a rundown looking establishment was a slip of a girl. Coming closer, she turns her pale face toward you and Sirvart. Sleek black hair that comfortably reached her shoulders as she stood patiently outside of the door. You noticed a few men eye her, but quickly avert their gaze when they see her face. A mass of scarlet freckles decorated her cheeks almost making her look like she had some sort of disease. They were off putting against her pale skin. Two strips of red were tattooed on either corner of her mouth, running down to her chin. She was an oddity but somehow they made her look pretty in an ethereal way.

Sirvart calls out to her. “Alizah.”

Even though her face was turned toward you, she seems to perk up at her name and smile. She was blind. “You found her.”

“Aye. Is he still in there?”

Alizah nods. Black unfocused eyes glittered like the night sky. “It’s so nice to finally meet you (y/n).” Even though she was blind, it felt like she was actually looking at you. Like she saw you.

“Alizah, there’s a darkin after this one.”

Alizah blinks owlishly, her smile dipping down into concern. Realizing how urgent the matter is, Alizah opens the door for you and Sirvart to enter. The tavern is incredibly noisy and filled with a dense cloud of smoke. Smoke from what, you hadn’t a clue. Confidently leading the way, Alizah moved through with grace and ease while you couldn’t help feeling self-conscious of the many men that stared at you and your two female cohorts. The three of you obviously stuck out.

There was a group of men gathered at a table, but you could clearly make out Jaime’s voice among the hoots and cheers.

“Alright men, pay up!” Jaime shouted, cockiness thick in his tone. He was met with a few grumbles and quite a handful of nasty glares as men handed over their money to the golden boy who spoke the Common Tongue.

Squeezing your way past a few grubby men, you get to the center where you catch Jaime’s attention. Frowning at the sight of you there, he collects the money and promptly puts it away. “(y/n), what are you doing here?”

Sirvart pushed her way through to stand next to you, sending deadly eyes at men who looked your way. “I was attacked while waiting for you. This is Sirvart. She saved me and is here to escort us to Volantis.”

“Attacked?” Jaime immediately stood up. Panic made his eyes wild as he moves away from the group and ushers you and Sirvart out of the circle to where Alizah stood patiently. He eyes the other girl but is too concerned about you.

“I tried to fight back.” You claim defensively. “But. . .”

Shoulders drooping, Jaime lets out a sigh and rests his hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re alright. That’s all that matters.” Now he addresses Sirvart and Alizah. “Thank you for helping my sister.”

“Thanks are not needed.” Alizah replies in that dreamy voice of her’s. “If you’re done with your business here I suggest we leave for our boat.”

Gnawing on his bottom lip, Jaim glanced at you. “What about resting?”

How you wanted to rest from your long journey. You couldn’t though. That wasn’t an option now. “It would be best if we keep moving. They’ve been waiting here for us all this time. Plus whoever attacked me is still after me.”

Your safety put in danger was enough to make Jaime nod. “Okay. Lets go.”

#reader #reader insert #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones fanfic #Game of Thrones fandom #A Song of Ice and Fire #a song of ice and fire fanfiction #a song of ice and fire fanfic #A Song of Ice and Fire fandom #ASoIaF #asoiaf fandom #asoiaf fanfiction #asoiaf fanfic

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dhr-ao3 · 7 months ago

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Lust For Life

Lust For Life https://ift.tt/74s9L0w by lannadelslay Wizarding England, 2004. Hermione Granger turns twenty five in just a few months. But just as any other twenty five year old, she was required to take the Aptitude test that determines which faction she will be sorted into. The Founders created the faction system to keep the remaining population of wizards safe, to keep the peace. They divided them into four groups, factions; Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Gryffindor. Words: 3689, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Divergent Series - Veronica Roth Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, Luna Lovegood, Astoria Greengrass, Fleur Delacour, Minerva McGonagall, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Andromeda Black Tonks, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Marcus Flint, Hermione Granger's Mother, Hermione Granger's Father, Ron Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/jPYR0xK October 18, 2024 at 08:25AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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acaciapines · 1 year ago

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nano day eighteen

words today: 3689

words total: 39920

80% done! well with the nano word count at least, probably not with ftf itself. with that i'd say i'm like...eh, 70%? 65%? im halfway through chapter six, out of eight total chapters.

got a good bit done today! planned out the scenes i need to hit in this chapter, which is always good. gives me a structure i can build off of which. lemme say. is needed lol. i dont like going 100% blind. i like at least a little of an outline

but thats all i have for now! not a lot to say. king and the collector both continue to be my silly little guys <3

my favorite part of what i wrote today:

“I don’t mess!” He lunges forward with a snarl at King but King doesn’t flinch, just stands there like a tree reaching into the sky ‘n they twist just at the last moment and land hard right past him. Doesn’t help the stinging in their hands but they dunno what’s left. “I’m making it better!” “You’re making it better for you.” King reaches out a hand but they snap at it and shove themself up alone ‘cause they don’t need his help. King’s hand falls back to his side. “Collector, for everyone else, this world isn’t…it’s not…” “Well who cares!” In the emptiness of the Isles it’s just their voice bouncing, far far far, and there’s not even any stardust for it to displace ‘cause there’s no stardust anywhere anymore, ‘n the web they’ve been trying to build is just stiff empty and gone like it went away the more time they spent with Philip. It’s just pits in their chest. “They never bothered to help me! Why should the world be good for them?” “It’s the right thing to do?” King’s paw twitches, tries, again, to reach for them, and they skitter backwards and bare their teeth even though King’s the one with the fangs ‘n they just have stupid blunt teeth that can’t defend them at all. Their feet shift trying to keep their balance. “Just—you won’t be trapped, if you just let everyone go…” “I haven’t trapped nobody!” They trip over a bit of roofing and stumble down, catching themself with one hand, and now King’s over them ‘n his shadow stretches long behind him and they dunno where the light is coming from. Maybe the moon. Maybe the stars. Maybe nothing at all. Something in his chest is pushing and tugging and it makes it hard to swallow. “I’m keeping us safe! King,” and here he does grab King, and his fur is softwarm and his stardust is burning right there filling up their vision with King King King, and under their grip King’s muscles go tense and his tail is a stiff bottlebrush, “don’t you want us to be safe?”

#nanoblogging #chatter #king here like surely i can convince the collector to just Stop right #then everyone will be happy!#yeah um. no <3 #this is why we do not leave two eight year olds #with the entire weight of the world on their shoulders #neither of them are emotionally mature enough for this!!#especially not the collector!#and a grove of palistrom to you

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 5 months ago

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Hero Worship in Blood

by TainedClover 'Good intentions pave the road to Hell.' When Nightwing saves a girl from being murdered by her boyfriend, she immediately feels gratitude for his act of heroism in saving her life, to the point of feeling indebted to him. However, what if this gratitude turns into something much darker? Something cruel? Obsessive. What if saving that girl forever changes Nightwing's life for the worse? Maybe he should have left her to rot that night. Words: 3689, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Original Characters, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Batfamily Members (DCU), Damian Wayne Relationships: Dick Grayson & Original Character(s), Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Original Character(s), Domestic Violence, Attempted Murder, Psychological Trauma, Cults, Nightwing gets his own cult, sue me, Insanity, Magic, Obsessive Behavior, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Tim Drake is Red Robin (DCU), Self-Sacrificing Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson-centric, Dick Grayson Has Eldest Daughter Syndrome, Damian Wayne is Robin, Damian Wayne is a Menace, Jason Todd Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues (DCU), Dick Grayson Has Issues, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bad Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Assault, Original Character-centric, POV Original Female Character, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note via https://ift.tt/wpi3V71

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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ao3feed-spinaraki · 2 years ago

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Belong Together

by Anonymous

Spinner assumes his crush on Tomura was nothing more than a silly thing, not meant to go further than the weird friendship he'd managed to get with him.

It's a shock to find how wrong he had been, but he wasn't complaining at all.

Words: 3689, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Relationships: Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: Crushes, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner-centric, First Kiss, Semi-Public Sex, Getting Together, Fluff, Non-Graphic Smut

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50247604

#ao3feed #iguchi shuuichi #shigaraki tomura #spinaraki #spinneraki #spnrk #tenko shimura #auto

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lilolilyr · 1 year ago

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Reader Wordcount tag - April

January, February & March

I just spent half an hour going through my history, adding my external source bookmarks, subtracting my 'to read' bookmarks etc... and apparently I have read something between 1mil400k and 2mil300k words last month!

Tagging everyone who sees this and is insane enough to go look through their Ao3 history :))

My Ao3 history March 2024: 2757+18225+1456+8301+12275+6971+1214+2182+1045+10154+34403+5649+11818+32509+1508+1997+2006+12257+1021+4502+11753+4794+819+5887+4923+865000+500+1803+2783+2429+5402+753+3232+6704+6673+2386+19827+2132+19418+7333+59415+11818+1503+12046+2227+5073+3304+32193+4323+10955+3680+5780+3451+3689+10510+15443+8032+12285+4176+3774+208882+1436+2995+2600+30000+2307+86+10560+2105+11813+48360+592+404+6319+2770+821+1738+3325+52+88468+78101+6780+31630+3589+3991+208558+5504+80+1034+16257+2965+4202+4481+16831+1075+40827+4080+4390+1492+6457+9272+7963+6482+12347+8018+1765+3895+45593+10832+1730+14534+1038+3788+1809+1796+39243+518+1434+3497+4198+3465+1487+2357+4598+3772+30+20391+8554+13051+625+7621+2561+1003+2395+106610+2397+1175+32757+1416+1102+1545+1915+65845+3882+2825+9454+92448+41603+990+70458+14+360646+28775+29793+29012+7385+5618+2598+2928= 3.383.288

'to read', 'to continue reading' and 'don't read' bookmarks': −4753−29012−7385−5618−2598−2928−35002−92448−9454−252116−2397−9922−14534−45593−6457−40827−16257−1034−3774−6485−78101−11818−10510−34403−10070−865000−2105−39243−48360−402442−39243−106610−20391−4481−40548−78101−15443−34403= −2.429.866

'external source' bookmarks: 21000+69000+81000+113000+3000+5000+51000+6000+33000+39000+10000=431.000 (suspicious that so little. I think I missed some)

3.383.288−2.429.866+431.000=1.384.422

But apparently a bunch of the numbers I subtracted don't have a corresponding identical number in my history?? Maybe I bookmarked some series to read, in which case I may or may not have clicked on some or all works in the series... Not gonna try to figure that out. Anyway 4753+252116+6485+78101+34403+10070+39243+402442+40548=868161words which I may or may not have read

1384422+868161= 2.252.583

@toboldlynerd thx for letting me live blog spam you with the math xD

#lilo reads #apr'24 #may'24 #02.05.24 #my post #mine #x #tagging meme #reader Wordcount tag

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kickingitwithkirk · 2 years ago

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Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 3689

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events were altered to fit the story.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway

*images found online

Part III

September 8th

7:30 am

Jensen was sitting in the makeup chair, clenching his substantial coffee container to help warm his hands after spending a second, uncomfortable night in his trailer on location.

Vancouver had an unusual cold snap this time of year, and with the covid restrictions, the director decided that everyone would stay on the site until done filming the scenes.

While Jensen wasn’t happy about the weather, missing his two-legged heater, he was also grateful for a brief break from Jared now that they were heading towards the next phase of their lives, starting their family.

Jensen jokingly said they needed a code name since they planned on keeping he, she, or they a secret, even from their families, until birth; Jared, being Jared, was trying out every cartoon from their childhoods.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Frida says as she applies more concealer under his eyes, hiding the darkened skin from not sleeping well.

“Huh?”

“You asked about my new job and haven’t heard anything I’ve said; wanna talk about it?”

“Sorry, just not focusing very well today.”

“Yeah, we’re all feeling out of sorts with this being the last couple of days. Too bad this virus messed everything up. It would’ve been a hell of a send-off if everybody could have been here.”

Jensen couldn’t believe after fifteen years; he had only two days left to be Dean Winchester.

Alex and Misha left after finishing their scenes, but Jim Beaver was back. It was only fitting for Bobby Singer to be there at the end, having been such a pivotal influence in the brothers' lives.

Frida continued chatting about random things while working when a PA stuck their head in calling him to the set.

Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen spotted Baby the Impala sitting by the building used for exterior shots of Harvelle's Roadhouse and smiled, knowing she’d officially be his soon.

***

September 12th

“Jay, I’m taking out the bags,” Jared hollers seconds before their apartment's front door slammed shut while Jensen did one last check around for any forgotten anything, satisfied that only a few neatly marked boxes were left to ship back to Texas.

He walked into the living room, stopping to gaze out the picture window when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, molding him against the well-muscled chest of his mate. Tipping his head back as Jared kissed along his neck, he says, “I’m gonna miss this view.”

Jensen hummed in acknowledgment, eventually saying, “we need to get going if we’re gonna make Seattle by seven.” Jared held him for a few heartbeats longer, reluctantly let go, and interlacing their fingers led him to the door.

Jensen paused, turning them again to gaze out the window at their view.

***

September 21st

“This has been a great trip, but man, I’ll be glad to be in our bed tonight,” Jared remarks as they drive past a green highway sign saying Austin 312. “Can’t wait,” Jensen drowsily says, having not slept much the last few days.

They had decided to road trip it back to Texas, stopping at a few places they had wanted to visit for a while. Jared somehow managed to finagle; okay, he played dirty with that mind-numbing blow job that always makes Jensen agree to anything gets him a couple of extra days to camp in southern Colorado.

Jensen enjoyed the beautiful scenery and hiking in the mountains but hated camping. Well, they didn’t technically rough it the way Jared liked but still a friggin yurt in late September?

What he was willing to endure for love.

Jared started singing along to some classic country playing on the radio as they drove through the desert Jensen dropped off.

***

October 23rd

Jared turned from the open fridge with a puzzled expression, sensing the same vague something he’s felt God knows how many times in the last couple of months.

Shutting the door, he walked over to the kitchen island where his husband was seated, pushing his unfinished dinner on his plate.

“Jay, what’s going on? Are you worried about the implantation? Dr. Rodgers said the embryos were healthy and optimistic the surrogate took this first try.”

What Jensen wanted to ask, the question that's been plaguing him since August, but he couldn’t figure out how to phrase without upsetting his husband, flew out, “did you pick that O because you knew that’d be the one I’d choose?”

Slapping his hand over his mouth, Jensens }{ eyes widened, disbelieving he blurted it out.

Jared worked to find a response squeaking an actual squeak before regaining control over his vocal cords, “that’s what I’ve been sensing!”

Jared gripped the edge of the island with his big hands. “Are you seriously wanting to go there again? I was candid when I realized that was the O I reacted to, and you weren’t exactly in full control with her present either, Alpha!”

Jensen's jaw ticked, irritated at being reminded he let his control slip making Jared huff. “So all this time, instead of talking to me, you’ve conjured up some bullshit..”

“I’ve been racking my brains to figure out how to ask the question without upsetting you!” Jensen felt his wolf pace in agitation, get up and match its movement around the kitchen.

“For the past few years, I’ve sensed you felt something missing, kept telling myself it’s because you're biologically unfulfilled, but during that interview, you were all,” Jensen waves his hands a vague gesture, “has I’m second guessing us.”

His mate's physical reaction makes him come to a halt.

Jared’s eyes are glowing red, but the eerie wolf expression, its intensity, disconcerts him.

“I love you, Jensen. You are my mate, husband, my everything, but sometimes you..” Jared leaves whatever he wants to say unfinished. “I thought you understood. In my mind, both of us having pups with the same donor means my offspring won’t be considered a step-relation and will grow up having strong familial ties with JJ, Arrow, and Zep.”

Jensen started to speak when Jared’s low, reverberating growl warned him not to interrupt.

“I consciously listened to my wolf when it came to choosing the person who’s biologically contributing to our children and me,” Jared emphasizes, slapping his chest, ”I have no regrets picking her..but you do.”

Taking a deep breath, he abstractedly says, ”the dogs need to be fed,” and walks away.

Upon the sound of Jared’s SUV leaving, Jensen’s legs gave out, and he dropped to the floor, curling up in a fetal position, and wrapped his arms around himself, feeling Arlo and Koda lay down on each side with him between them.

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Thanksgiving

“The kids are in a tryptophan coma,” Jensen announces as he walks through the kitchen's back door. He had followed Danneel home afterward, helping get JJ and the twins cleaned up and put to bed, “they’ll be out till Monday.”

“Good, 'cause I’m dead on my feet,” Jared yawned while loading the dishwasher. It had been their turn to host the holiday with Dani, the kids, Gavin and his, Clif’s family, Jared’s parents, siblings, and their broods.

“I told you to wait, and I’d help finish cleaning up when I got back,” Jensen said as Jared started the machine.

“I figured you’d wanna stay awhile and be too tired, and I didn’t want to deal with it tomorrow. All that’s left is to put the trash and recycling out. Could you grab it?”

“On it,” Jensen picked up the bags, walked around the side of the house, and dropped them into their designated receptacles.

When he returned, Jared had already switched off the downstairs lights, made his way to their bedroom, and took the first turn in the bath, getting ready for bed.

Jensen was sitting with his back against the headboard, checking his messages, when Jared dropped heavily beside him. “I plan on sleeping for the next three days,” he mutters, resting his head against Jensen’s shoulder.

“Sounds good to me, babe. Glad we didn’t schedule anything extra this weekend. It’ll be nice to spend some alone time,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Hmm. Hey, do you remember the last Thanksgiving?”

Jared closed the door, pushing Jensen against it seductively, lowering his fox-slanted eyes, and huskily whispered, “I’m so fucking horny I need my dick in you now!”

“Dude, we're in my sister's kitchen pantry! Anyone could hear..“

“..then you’ll have to be quiet,” Jared dove in for a deep, dirty kiss, grinding against his mate until he was begging to be fucked.

“You’re the one who got us busted..”

“..always so fucking tight...fuck I’m not gonna last.”

“Mac said it sounded like your dick..” Jensen broke off when Jared slowly ran his tongue up the column of his neck and bites on his earlobe softly speaks.

“You gotta admit,” his husband’s huge hand is moving under his sleep shirt, “our sex life,” those long fingers tip-toeing up his smooth, freckled chest teasing his left nipple, ”is never dull,” Jensen moans in response, tipping his head to expose more of his neck to Jared’s wondering lips, enjoying the scratch of his short beard.

“I thought you were sleeping the next three days.”

Jared answers by removing his hand and taking the phone, placing it on the nightstand, then straddling his husband's thick thighs and starts nibbling along the other side of Jensen’s sensitive neck, working his way to his slightly raised claim mark, flattening his tongue and licking it feels Jensen sliding his hands up his back finding a grip in his shortened hair, unhappy about how much he’s cut off for Walker, unable to tangle his thick fingers into the soft tresses like he used to, something that always drives his boy wild.

Finding a purchase, he pulled hard, making Jared gasp, and tugged until his head back was the perfect angle for him to run his tongue across those candy pink lips, teasing the seam for him to open, granting him access and Jensen teased, alternating between caressing Jared’s tongue with his and sucking on his lips.

Moaning, Jared rocks his hips, seeking friction, and breaks their kiss long enough to work Jensens' sleep shirt off, wrestling with it before tossing it off the bed as Jensen’s lips attack his neck desperately.

A signal taps to his thigh, then Jensens rolls them and kneels between his sleep pant-clad legs as Jared, knowing what his mate wants, reaches up to grip the strategically placed bar in their custom headboard with both hands, pecs flexing in anticipation of what’s to come.

Not breaking eye contact, Jensen bends forward, stopping a hair's breadth from Jared’s lips, and slowly slides backward, caressing the acres of golden skin beneath him using only his warm breath, paused to hook his fingers in the pants waistband pulling them with him as he continues journeying south.

He slowly makes his way back, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses along those extra long, muscular legs he loves, sucking on the inside of both thighs and biting down hard enough to leave marks before arriving at his designated stop. He hasn’t touched Jared’s beautiful cock, yet it’s fully engorged and vigorously leaking on his flat stomach.

Jensen ran his tongue over the quivering skin, lapping up precome. He loved how sweeter than salty Jared tasted made him roll his hips, rubbing Jensen’s teasing tongue along his dribbling slit, wanting those plump lips wrapped around his velvety cockhead. Taking the hint, Jensen rests his head on Jared’s lower stomach and sucks on it.

Jared wants to let go of the bar but doesn’t. Instead makes nonsensical noises as his toes curl up at the mixed sensations of his mates' silky beard tickling his lower regions while suckling on his cockhead, alternately swirling his tongue over the sensitive nerves underneath and through his slit.

After all these years, Jared’s still amazed at Jensen’s knowledge of his body and his ability to keep him on edge for however long he’s in the mood to play.

“Jen..pleeeease..need to cum..fu..need it so fucking..ugh...fuuuckk...Alpha!”

Raising on a forearm, Jensen starts bobbing up and down his shaft, pausing on each low pass to work his throat open, taking Jared further in until his mate's substantial cockhead is in his throat swallows, and Jared’s knot begins inflating, pushing his mouth open wider and cuts off his breathing.

Letting the knot pop out from between his plump lips, Jensen wraps a hand firmly around it and starts vigorously bobbing, drawing out a litany of obscene noises, feels Jared’s balls drawing up and backs off till only the head in his mouth fills it with sweet, thick nectar swallows hears Jared hiss, too sensitive for anymore pulls off kissing the tip one last time. With enough energy, he crawls up the bed, faceplants on his pillow.

“Dude, you’ve finally sucked out my last brain cell.”

Purring deep in his chest, Jensen turns, giving Jared a self-satisfied smirk that made him mutter, “I wasn’t trying to give you a bigger head.”

Rolling onto his side Jensen displays his turgid cock, “okay, he’s the bigger head,” Jared concedes, reaching down runs his fingers over the weeping tip to wet them before firmly gripping Jensen’s pulsing thickness, hand rubbing up and down excruciatingly slow.

“So,” his honeyed voice lowers an octave while watching Jensen dissolve into a breathy mess, “how does he want me?”

Jensen opens his mouth to answer when a ringing phone makes him growl and, glancing over his shoulder, says, “Not mine.”

“It’s the clinic. Why would they call us on a holiday?”Jared let go of Jensen's cock and sat up against the headboard listening before his wondrous smile appeared.

“Our surrogate is pregnant!”

Jared practically bounced on the bed like a kid on a sugar high and began discussing what came next. Jensen feels his erection diminish, gets up, heads into the bath, turns on the shower, and leans against a wall, forehead resting on crossed arms and letting the hot water flow over his back.

He knows he should be elated-his mate has hopefully sired a pup (or pups), and the possibility of propagating himself again.

Instead, he’s seized up in conflict.

***

After that god-awful argument last October, he ended up at Josh’s. His brother confessed his mate, and he was seeing a counselor because they were having marital issues, too, and spent the night drinking and reflecting. The following day Jensen came home to an angry because he didn’t know where the fuck he was all night, husband.

After telling him about his talk with his brother, Jared seemed somewhat mollified but a few nights later.

Walker star Jared Padalecki was arrested near the anniversary of the Stereotype bar altercation.

· Jared Padalecki was arrested again in Austin, Texas, early Sunday morning on one count of public intoxication.

When he got released, Jared sat Jensen down, pleading with him to sit in on his next therapy session, saying they couldn’t keep going on like this; it was tearing him apart. He wants..no..needs Jensen to completely open up, stop trying to protect him, and discuss what’s happening in his head.

Jared’s therapist started by informing them he wasn’t a marriage counselor. Still, after a discussion with Jared, they knew the situation had an apparent detrimental impact on his mental health.

They listened to them separately, then together, about their observations and thoughts on each other’s behaviors and came up with a hypothesis: Jared’s inner wolf had an attraction to this Omega they’d encountered, and since this was the first time he’d shown interest to any female since mating, Jensen, and his wolf, was envious.

Jensen outright objected, pointing out that yes, he could be possessive of Jared as any other mate would, and yes, he also found her attractive because, well, okay, she’s more his preference of a female but was most definitely not envious since they prefer different types, look at their ex-wives.

The therapist raised an eyebrow and said, “not anymore.”

Jensen opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to find an appropriate response, said something about motherfucking psycho-babble, and slammed out the front door.

***

Lost in thought, Jensen didn’t notice his husband stepping into the shower stall until his considerable frame was blocking the water turns and found himself leaning against the wall trapped between Jared’s large hands as he gazed into his spring-colored eyes that captured his mate's heart the moment their eyes met years ago.

“Hey, no matter what happens next, we’re good.”

***

December 16th

Jared was sitting in his chair chatting with Lindsey and Keegan while the crew was finishing setting up for the next scene and felt his phone vibrate. He didn’t recognize the number but excused himself to answer privately. There was visible tension in the big Alpha's shoulders that caught his co-stars' attention.

“Hey, everything okay?” Lindsay asked

“Umm...I’m not sure. Need to make another call,” Jared said, waving the phone, “let us know if you need anything, okay.” Keegan says, and Jared nods while pulling up another number. “Hey, Clif, I need a favor.”

***

Clif pulled the SUV into the parking lot of the old motel in a questionable, rundown area of Austin while Jared looked around and asked, “are you sure this is the right place?”

“This is the place the guy mentioned,” Clif replied, getting out and heading for the office. A couple of minutes later, “the manager said to try the laundry out back,” started the vehicle, drove to the rear of the property, got out again, and knocked on the building's door. An older Hispanic woman answered, engaging him in a brief conversation before stepping back inside.

Clif nodded to Jared, and as he got out of the vehicle, the scent of orange blossoms mixed with spices hit him seconds before the door reopened, and the person they'd spent days searching for froze in the doorway upon seeing him.

🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎🐿️🫎

December 22nd

Thanking his driver, Jensen claimed out with his carry-on bag and walked up the front stone pathway, relieved to be home after his hopefully final costume fitting for his role as Soldier Boy.

He had been flying back and forth every week from LA for the last couple of months, had gotten old quickly, and was planning on enjoying Christmas at home.

His in-laws were coming to stay for a few days, as were Danneel and their pups. Josh said he was still planning to drop by a few hours after Christmas Day since he and Mac were scheduled to spend most of the holiday with their parents.

Jensen felt that mixture of anger and sadness he got thinking about his parents. They raised their offspring in the church's beliefs and though he never believed in it, respected their choices.

Too bad they couldn’t reciprocate.

***

Alan and Donna Ackles belonged to an ultra-conservative church that touted the foundations of child-rearing from the book, and in the Ackles household, spare the rod, spoil the child, was a gospel that fit their viewpoints since neither was the physically or emotionally demonstrative type, only offering a reserved affection.

The saving grace of the Ackles children was their Beta nanny, who gave them unconditional love, especially Jensen, who was shy as a child, already knowing he was different from his siblings. The Beta instilled confidence in them to discover who they were and encouraged Jensen to come out before moving to California.

Shortly after graduating, he told his family he was bisexual, and his boyfriend was moving to L.A. too. Alan and Donna try to stop him, insisting he goes to their pastor and confesses his transgressions, begging forgiveness for his sins against the church and its teachings.

When Jensen declined, they threatened to pull the agreed-upon six-month financial support while he auditioned for parts. He refused, packed up what would fit into his car, and left with his boyfriend. His first break came shortly after arriving, and Jensen quickly learned Hollywood didn’t care what his sexual orientation was as long as he kept it behind closed doors.

His management agency would set him up on dates to events with many up-and-coming female artists of the time for publicity, which wasn’t a problem playing along when he wasn’t dating a woman.

Jensen bounced around doing guest roles before joining Day of Our Lives for three years, then onto a few others before testing for Sam Winchester in a new series created by Eric Kripke. The moment he met former Gilmore Girls heartthrob Jared Padalecki and he flashed his incredible color-shifting eyes, easy smile, and dimples in his direction, Jensen knew he was gone for anyone else.

It’s easy to see where Jared’s personality comes from. His Om, Sherrie, is overly affectionate, excessively physical, and verbal with everyone she considers family, biological or not. The first time he accompanied Jared home on a holiday break, Jensen ended up bowled over by the five-foot-nothing Omega and instantly became part of her brood.

He might not have his biological parents anymore, but his now in-laws, the complete opposite of the Ackles, helped make that gaping hole smaller.

***

Barley getting the front door open, Jensen’s struck with the scent of orange blossoms and spices he couldn’t quite place.

Dropping his luggage in the foyer, he follows the scent further into the house as Arlo sits near the large picture windows facing the backyard where he and Koda were napping, gets up, and crosses over to greet him.

Rubbing around his ears as he liked asks, “where’s daddy at?” He thought Jared was supposed to be in a meeting with Anne Fricke, headed towards the kitchen where the scent seemed to be coming from, “babe, is that coffee shop you love with back open, what’s it called? The house smells like those sweet rolls you’re obsessed with,” he abruptly stopped and blinked not believing what was in front of him.

More accurately, whose standing in front of him.

“Babe is on a call; dinner will be ready in twenty.”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

tbc

Part IV

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HaH or SToF?

“Thank you Cassandra,” Ariel said before turning to Hades. “With any luck, you’ll have your daughter back in your arms by the end of the day Uncle.”

“I can only hope,” Hades told her, his voice soft.

-Small Twists of Fate (chapter 34, currently 3689 words)

#responding to ask box #ask box #answering ask box #snippets

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SEVERED FORTRESS

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/64785682

by AestheticoTaco

“You've been hired as a mercenary in the Severed Fortress by Mann Co.” “The what fortress?”

Sniper wakes up on a bench, in a locker room. He doesn't remember anything, not even his own name.

A SEVERANCE AU

Words: 3689, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2), Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Demoman (Team Fortress 2), Soldier (Team Fortress 2), Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2), Mr. Bidwell (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Medic & Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Scout & Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Inspired by Severance (TV), SEVERANCE AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Trans Male Character, Trans Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Tumblr: severedfortress, Ask Blog Companion Fic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/64785682

#TF2 Medic #TF2 Sniper #Medic&Sniper #Gen Fic

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Life of the Prophet Muhammad (SAW) - Part 102 -

Advising Gently -

While Mus’ab Bin Umayr, may Allah be pleased with him, was preaching Islam in Medina, two non-Muslim chiefs of Medina aggressively confronted him, one after the other, and criticized him for preaching Islam. Mus’ab, may Allah be pleased with him, did not respond harshly and instead gently advised them to sit and listen to what he had to say and if they were pleased with it, they could accept it otherwise they were free to reject it and leave in peace. After the two chiefs, Usaid Ibn Hudair and Sa’d Ibn Mu’adh, may Allah be pleased with them, listened to the Holy Quran and the teachings of Islam, they both accepted Islam. This has been discussed in Imam Safi Ur Rahman’s, The Sealed Nectar, Pages 154-155.

The beauty of Islam is found in gentleness. This has been advised by the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, in many Hadiths such as the one found in Sunan Ibn Majah, number 3689. The Holy Quran even mentions that the Companions, may Allah be pleased with them all, constantly lovingly accompanied the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, because of his gentleness and soft nature. Chapter 3 Alee Imran, verse 159:

“So by mercy from Allah you were lenient with them. And if you had been rude [in speech] and harsh in heart, they would have disbanded from about you…”

The Arabs were infamous for being harsh hearted but due to the Holy Prophet Muhammad’s, peace and blessings be upon him, soft temperament their tough hearts melted and thus they adopted this quality and became beacons to guide the rest of mankind. This is why the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, warned in a Hadith found in Sunan Abu Dawud, number 4809, that the one who is deprived of gentleness is deprived of good. Chapter 3 Alee Imran, verse 103:

“…And remember the favor of Allah upon you - when you were enemies and He brought your hearts together and you became, by His favor, brothers…”

This is a clear message to those who desire to spread the word of Islam. They must possess a gentle constructive mind set rather than a harsh destructive one. They should unite people and strive to benefit others rather than spreading controversy within society. A good example of this is seen in one’s attitude towards their children. The parents that showed a gentle nature towards their children had a greater positive impact on them than the parents who adopted a harsh temperament. Often some push people further away from Islam with their harsh attitude and this completely challenges the traditions of the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him. For example, once an uneducated Bedouin urinated in the Mosque of the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him. When the Companions, may Allah be pleased with them all, desired to punish him the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, forbade them and gently explained to the Bedouin the etiquettes of being in a Mosque. This incident is mentioned in a Hadith found in Sunan Ibn Majah, number 529. This soft approach affected the man in a positive way.

This important characteristic is also mentioned in many places of the Holy Quran. For example, even though Pharaoh claimed to be the highest Lord yet Allah, the Exalted, commanded the Holy Prophet Musa and the Holy Prophet Haroon, peace be upon them both, to invite Pharaoh towards guidance using gentle and kind speech. Chapter 79 An Naziat, verse 24:

“And said, "I am your most exalted lord."”

and Chapter 20 Taha, verses 43-44:

“Go, both of you, to Pharaoh. Indeed, he has transgressed. And speak to him with gentle speech that perhaps he may be reminded or fear [Allah]."

Children and even animals understand the language of gentleness. So how can an adult not be guided correctly if one adopts this characteristic when inviting them towards Islam and good? This is why the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, once advised in a Hadith found in Sahih Muslim, number 6601, that Allah, the Exalted, is kind and gentle according to His infinite dignity and likes the creation to act softly with each other. Unfortunately, many who spread the word of Islam have adopted the incorrect belief that being gentle is a sign of weakness. This is nothing but a ploy of the Devil as he desires to lead mankind away from Islam.

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