#His brothers MC name is Hell Hound

[dopposhusband]

Please tell us about your OCs! As much as possible, don't hold back! :o

@yokairu Thank you, I hope this is at least a little interesting to read, it ended up a bit longer than I was hoping and basically a ramble. (Also a side note, I use to worry that Pupy-Luv and COPYCAT were dumb MC names then I remembered that Samatoki’s was Mr. Hardcore so they aren’t the worst at least)

I want my OCs to feel natural to the world, like they add to the story rather than co-exist with it so I want to put a lot of heart into their opinions of the other characters. Alongside that I want them to have their own plots/motives that are interesting but don’t overshadow any of the already established ones. This is all still WIP but all of Hypmic is honestly, so its only fitting that I have no idea whats happening with my OCs too.

Im still trying to figure out Kai’s story moving forward is but as for now I think it’s going to be working on the conflict he has with his brother.

When he first was enlisted for the battles he felt a bit of disappointment, he had left the rap battle scene long ago but it appears Chuuoku wouldn’t let him go so easily. Cerberus was once a feared name, but now any mention of it had been long forgotten and he was grateful for it. He was never the delinquent his group acted like they were, he was soft and thin skinned, he was a pup and the rut of the three too. His middle brother was accepting of that, he was accepting of everything, the only real punk of the three of them, really. He stood his ground and lived by his values, but he had a weak spot just like Kai did, that was their older brother. They lived for his acceptance and he used that against them whether he meant to or not, so they changed and bent to his will. Covered by long sleeves and thick makeup hides scars and piercings holes from his time under his brothers reign.

The meeting at the Chuuoku’s high walls were tense, while Cat and I hadn’t known Kai long we both couldn’t describe how alien it felt seeing him on edge. At this point we only knew what he had told us so we weren’t sure what was going through him at that moment. What was happening was an internal war as he tried to compose himself, he wanted nothing to do with his brother and he knows Chuuoku knew that too. He didn’t want to play into the narrative being set up for him so he avoided all mention of his eldest, not even bothering to give his teammates a glance. The day of the battle we won two-to-three and Kai was over joyed, he had beaten his brother and kept his identity under wraps as well! 

However, that victory would be short lived and when all the teams had met together one last time he found his brother talking to the Buster Bros about the days of Cerberus. He couldn’t handle listening to his eldest spit their middle brothers name and to someone like Ichiro, who was an absolute saint compared to the hell hound himself. He tells himself now that he should’ve known better, but in that spur of a moment he couldn’t have stopped himself even if he wanted to. He was screaming things he had forgotten after his fit of rage and all his brother did was laugh because he knew, he knew this entire time who he was even under all the effort he tried using to hide it.

This has forced him to finally face a decision he’d been avoiding for a long time and it’s whether he wants clarity. He doesn’t know and he’s not sure he’s ready to try to find out just yet, but until then he has his team. All three of us have been through plenty and we won’t let his brother tear down what he spent so long making, no matter what. Kai just wants to be the proper big brother he didn’t get to have and he can’t let the people from his past take that from him.

For Cat I mainly wanna explore a different approach from Ramuda’s plot, Ramuda is fighting to be his own person aside from Chuuoku while Cat has had his freedom this entire time but is stuck in this loop of hating Chuuoku and wanting to be back under them. In a strange way he wants them to decide how he should feel for him by seeing their reaction when he does join Kai’s division. He isn’t sure what he wants for himself or even what most of his actions mean in hindsight, is everything he’s doing for or against them? He’s sure he’ll never know, however, theres only one thing the split parts of him can agree on, he absolutely hates Ramuda. 

How could he not? The part of him still enslaved to Chuuoku hated him for being his replacement and the part that wanted his freedom hated him for keeping his ties with the hellish dictators. Honestly, Ramuda couldn’t care less for Cat’s pettiness, Jakurai is the main goal, so any rivalry the two could ever have is subsided. However, I feel when Ramuda does finally reveal his main goals of overturning the dictatorship Cat’s feelings of him would take twist. Not a jump from one-sided rivals to friends but rather a sort of dependency on Ramuda helping him through his feelings as a puppet. Both of them would need the help, honestly. No one else in the world will ever be in the same position those two are in and they’re the only ones they can turn to for reassurance.

Cat is just lost and angry that he is, indecision rots him to the core as he fights both parts of him that want two contradictory things. No one can blame him, he was built to serve one group and it was The Party of Words so now that he has to be independent he just doesn’t understand. But, hes going to try to and hope he can make the right choices to be the person he is rather than the tool they made him to be.

I made an entire fic based on the two of them and believe it or not I got them both ooc, but I thought it was sweet still. Even though Cat has had his freedom for so much longer than Ramuda he spent so much of it confused. The only reason I could explain Ramuda having a better understanding of trying to be human is because so much of his time under Chuuoku was daydreaming about his freedom when it was something handed to Cat without warning.

[aikofanfan]

Boss [Mafia au]

Part 2 [SMUT]

Pairing: Gn!MC x Lucifer

Summary: There really is no plot to this. If you kept up with my rambles you know damn well why I made this.

A/n: They’re all humans in case that had to be said so yeet. I had to cut this in two, became way longer than I had planned. So expect a part 2.

Warnings: Mild violence and blood mention. It does get suggestive towards the end.

Look at this amazing fan art based on what Luci is wearing in this fic!

Now on with the show!

You know you aren’t sure how or when you became the boss of the most feared Mafia group in the Devildom city and well borderline the world if we’re being honest.

You got picked up by them when you knocked the teeth outta one of their weak links and the former boss, Diavolo seemed to take a liking to you. You got offered to work for them, mainly being part of the Lamentation branch made up of the well known Seven Sins brothers.

Ah. It must’ve been around that time now that you think about it.

It wasn’t hard to connect with the brothers. Sure they were iffy of you at first with you being a tad shorter and smaller than them at the time. Not believing that you knocked out one of their guys when Diavolo told them.

But after a couple of months they welcomed you with open arms and life was good. You got the nickname Hell Hound from rival gangs and the name quickly took off.

Because when guns, threats and warnings didn’t do the job. They sent you. Whether to beat the snot outta of another gang leader or collect debts. You were the one they sent no questions asked.

It was after a particularly rough job that you began to get closer to Lucifer, eldest of the seven brothers. You came into the house and fell over, having been stabbed in the side and was bleeding pretty bad.

“MC!” Lucifer gasps and rushed over to you.

“I’m fine- shit that stings.” You hiss as he lifted your shirt to get a better look. He helps you up and guides you to a chair, sending one of his brothers to get the medical supplies.

“One of these days this is going to get you killed.” Lucifer mumbles, helping you take your shirt off.

“Mm maybe. But I don’t see that happening when I have such a pretty nurse that takes care of me.” You grin and flinch as he starts to clean the wound.

He didn’t bat an eye. You always did this when he would care for your injuries, this was normal for the two of you. However when he spoke up again, it caught you off guard.

“Someone has to take care of the Hell Hound, after all whats a pet without a master?” He says so casually. He looks up at you and you don’t miss that glint in his eyes. So that’s how it’s gonna be huh?

From then on your banter kept going and it became a surprise to no one when the two of you became an item. Just in time for Diavolo to announce that he was stepping down and asking you to take his place.

You agreed on the account that Lucifer stand by your side as a second in command which Diavolo must’ve saw coming because he happily agreed.

And now here the two of you are in your office, getting ready for a meeting with a small time gang that’s been struggling to make ends meat and basically begged for your help. Such a headache. You leaned back on your desk and glance over to Lucifer. He went from being known as a shadowy presence to now being known as your right hand man and-much to your dismay-your “boy toy”. What are we? Kids?

“I can hear you thinking.” Lucifer’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as he walks over. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just admiring you is all.” You change the subject quickly.

“Really now?” He asks. “Making up for all the people that can’t?”

“There is that small part of me that thinks it’s a shame the world can’t see what I see every day.” You sigh, hands on his hips as you pull him closer. “But I don’t like sharing and no one else is worthy enough to look at you.”

“You make me sound like some sort of priceless treasure.” Lucifer chuckled.

“Oh but you are, Luci. No amount of money or anything else these gangs can offer can compare.” You state, kissing the side of his neck. “All the more reason to keep you to myself.”

“How selfish of you.” He teased. Today he was dressed in a red silk button up shirt, black dress pants and to mix up the look, high heeled shoes with little roses on the sides. And of course, a black veil, hiding his pretty face.

“Oi boss. These guys are getting impatient.” Mammon calls from behind the door.

“Are you sure I can’t just off em now?” Belphie yawns.

“I’m comin I’m comin. And no Belphie. At least not yet.” You huff. You fix your tie real quick before existing your office, Lucifer right behind you and not even seeing these guys for more than two seconds you feel annoyed.

“Bout time.” The leader or main guy of the group, you didn’t care much, gruff voice hits your ear and he’s not even near you it made you wanna gag. You shoo Mammon and Belphie away to guard the door of the room from outside. Just in case.

“Hey uh, who’s that with ya?” You hear one his subordinates ask. You knew he was asking about Lucifer and to make a point, wrap an arm around his waist.

“Psst. Eyes up or on the ground.” You order with a hint of a growl. “Who is he is none of your concern.”

“Oooh is he that boy toy I’ve heard so much- EEEEP!”

In the blink of an eye, you had the guy’s neck in your hand, holding him off the ground and feet dangling.

“If I remember correctly, you lot came crawling to me for help because your sorry excuse of a gang is crumbling and the first thing you do is insult me and my gem?” You growl, grip tightening.

“MC, let him go.” Lucifer was behind you now, whispering in your ear. “Don’t let them get to you.”

“But-”

“Please, darling. I’d hate for you to dirty your hands this early in the day.”

With a groan you drop the guy. He coughs as he catches his breath. You calm yourself down and walk over to the couch and flop down, Lucifer taking his spot on your lap.

“Well I’m already pissed, you better amuse me if you want our help now.” You hiss. The group collects themselves and start to explain why they came begging for your help.

You listen, still scowling as you do so. Even though you are pissed, you don’t out right say anything when they finish. They wait as you think, only sound being heard was the tapping of your finger on the arm rest of the couch.

“Luci?” You spoke up.

“Yes?”

“What do you think, hm?” You ask, grinning as the men before you become pale in the face. “You are my second in command.”

“Hm.” He hums, lifting his head up to look at the men. The veil maybe hiding his face but you can tell he was thinking. He then leans back into you and whispers in your ear.

“Alright. We’ll help. But ya better be ready to work to pay off what we loan ya, understand?” You state firmly.

“Of course, Boss!” The group bowed.

“Now beat it.”

They all say thanks and scramble out of the room, leaving you two alone.

“What a headache.” You grumble as Lucifer slips off the veil.

“Oh but it’s always a treat watching you be the big bad boss.” Lucifer teased.

“Pssh. Please we both know I went easy this time.” You snort. Lucifer moves and lays down on the couch, yanking you down by your tie. He pulls you into a heated kiss, a firm grip still holding your tie and subsequently you in place.

You’re the one to pull away from the kiss to catch your breath but it hitches when you feel Lucifer press a knee against your groin.

“Fuck-what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” You groan. “Usually it’s me initiating.”

“I won’t lie. Seeing you hold that jerk up one handed by the neck…did something.” Lucifer mutters, his grip on your tie loosened before he undoes it, pulling it off. “We have time before your next meeting.”

You can’t help but chuckle, feeling him tug at your suit and let out a small whine.

“Alright alright. I got you, Luci.” You smile. “Mammon. Belphie. Make sure no one enters this room for the next hour!”

“Yes boss!” You hear from behind the door.

“MC…” Lucifer whined again, starting to grow impatient but gasps when you position yourself between his legs.

“I told you. I got you.” You whisper against his ear.

[that-scouse-wizard]

David Willows MK 2

A/N: Just an updated version of David’s profile, complete with a few changes and a more in-depth description of certain characteristics. Hope you guys enjoy and if you’d like your MC to be friends with him, message me and let’s chat about it.

Some more things to note:

-Merula is not the mole.

-I’m using the female version of Rowan as David’s best friend because to hell with game restrictions. Also, she survives, at least... David’s Rowan does.

-Drastic alteration to the Quidditch storyline. Skye is in David’s year and a Gryffindor. Orion, Murphy and Erika are two years above David and are in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin respectively. Also including Andre and Charlie while introducing Oliver Wood and Lee Jordan.

-It goes without saying but spoilers for my ideas. Some are kept deliberately vague and some aren’t covered entirely more so because I intend to write about it someday. Let me know what you guys think of those that are given though. 

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General Information

Name: David Owen Willows (Formerly David Owen Hall, changed to mother’s maiden name in 1982).

Gender: Male

Age: 11-18 (1984-91), 19-25 (1992-98)

DOB: 30/03/1973

Species: Human

Blood status: Half-blood

Sexuality: Straight

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Ethnicity: White-British 

Nationality: English (maternal side of family is Irish, paternal grandmother is Scottish, paternal grandfather and father are English).

Residence: Liverpool/ Lancaster (during his Hogwarts years and depending upon who he’s staying with).

Wimborne (during his career as a pro Quidditch player)

Hogsmeade (final place of residence after becoming Charms professor)

Myers Briggs Personality Type: ENFP, The Campaigner

Character summary: Though he may come across as stand-offish at first, David Willows is a friend as loyal as he is bull-headed. A student of Erika Rath, he became known as Hound on the Quidditch pitch for his relentless pursuit of opposing players. A skill in duelling and the muggle martial art of muay thai (also a pair of knuckledusters) ensures David is a formidable opponent with or without magic.

Personality:

Aggressive: While he tries to reign in his anger, David is known to have a short temper when it comes to certain taunts. Chief amongst them, comparing him to Jacob. In his early years he was even willing to physically fight much older students despite the clear difference in both size and strength.

Aloof: For all of his first year and a good portion of his second year, David isn’t the one to initiate a friendship (except for Chiara but that was when there was no one else to really talk to while spending a night in the Hospital Wing due to the Devil’s Snare incident). However, while undergoing his first time as a quidditch player, he’s taught by Penny how to be a bit more social at pre and post-match parties.

Artistic: David was taught by his mother Rue to draw in greyscale sketches, something he improves on during his time throughout Hogwarts. In the midst of Jacob’s disappearance, his parent’s divorce and especially the stress that comes at Hogwarts, drawing provided an escape for him. His favourite things to draw are people and creatures.

Competitive: This aspect of David tends to come out the most when it comes to sport. With Erika as his mentor, he nurtures a healthy sense of competition as well as a determination to best the other houses and put Hufflepuff on top when it comes to quidditch.

Courageous: Largely as a result of his loyalty, David is willing to throw himself headlong into danger. The Sorting Hat didn’t nearly put him in Gryffindor for no reason.

Determined: When David sets his mind to a goal, he wants to accomplish it to the best of his abilities. In the case of finding Jacob however, it led to a sort of tunnel-vision, one that was finally broken when Chauncy and Philip succumb to injuries sustained under the sleepwalking curse.

Empathetic: Throughout his years at Hogwarts, David starts to empathise with people in his life. Even in the case of Merula, he sees how lonely she must really be and tries to reach out to her on numerous occasions. If he doesn’t fully understand it, he’d like you to share your feelings with him, at your own behest of course.

Loyal: In spite of a prickly exterior at first, once you win David’s loyalty, he’ll return it ten-fold. The type of friend who would take a bullet for you.  

Snarky: David has a sharp tongue, preferably he tries to shut down an argument with his wits. Only going for duelling when he feels it necessary. That being said, he isn’t shy about getting petty in a verbal spar, for example his response to Merula when first being taunted about Jacob supposedly teaming up with Voldemort: “At least that’s just a rumour, can’t say the same about your parents.”

Stubborn: A self-described ‘stubborn git’, David is quite notorious for not budging from his position once he thinks he has all the facts he needs. If he’s being especially difficult, just get Merula.

Appearance

Face Claim: Dave Franco (as an adult at least).

Voice Claim: Paul McCartney.

Game appearance: 

Physique: Athletic, broad shouldered and fairly bulky as a result of weight training with Erika.

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Hair style: Chin-length (1st-2nd year), crew cut (3rd-4th year), short but long enough to slick back (5th year-present).

Eye colour: Dark brown.

Height: 5′11″ (as of 6th year)

Weight: Approx 80kg (when fully grown)

Scarring: A few small ones sustained during duels and the occasional mishap in quidditch, mostly on his upper body with a few on his legs. Sustains a burn scar on the left side of his waist during the battle with R.

Body modifications: Get’s the phrase “You’ll never walk alone.” tattooed on his right bicep at eighteen. Later gets a ram skull tattoo on his upper back just between the shoulder blades at age twenty. Finally, gets a shepherd crook just below the ram skull tattoo at age twenty-one.

Inventory: His wand, a pair of knuckledusters, a sketchbook, a pencil case containing stationary.

Fashion: He trusts Andre’s advice on what looks good on him though knows what works for him and what doesn’t. Partly influenced by his musical tastes (mainly punk, and rock and roll), has a love of leather jackets and slightly ripped jeans.

Background/ History:

Pre-Hogwarts:

-David was born in Liverpool, living in the suburb of Allerton. One of his favourite things to do was play football with Jacob and his dad.

-His mum would teach him to draw, most often on rainy days.

-Close to both of his parents as a result but it all changed when Jacob disappeared. He knew Jacob and his parents had arguments after being expelled but hadn’t heard any of it on account of the use of a muffling charm. Furthermore, Rue and Matthew were driven apart, Matthew blaming Jacob’s change in attitude and eventual disappearance on magic in its entirety.

-Sometime after Jacob disappeared and when the general shitshow stirred up by the Daily Prophet had died down, it was settled that Rue and Matthew would divorce. Given that David would go to Hogwarts as well, they thought it would be best for David to take Willows as his surname, hopefully not being recognised as Jacob Hall’s brother.

-This was fruitless, Rita Skeeter caught wind of the proceedings and sensationalised them, exposing the name change in the process. The stress and grief caused both parents to distance themselves from David in some way. Rue threw herself into work and became even more strict with David’s freedom while Matthew just left.

-David however, was fighting his own battles, it became known at his muggle school about Jacob going missing as well as his parents divorcing. This caused him to become quite reclusive from his classmates and would lash out at anyone who said a bad word towards him, especially if it concerned his family drama. He lost any friends he did have and refused to make any more.

During Hogwarts

-Year 1: He first meets Rowan, even being introduced to her younger brother, Alder (basically male Rowan). 

David, Rowan, Tonks, Diego, Chiara and Penny first begin to form what becomes known as the Hufflesquad. 

Also befriends Ben and Charlie.

Angelica Cole takes him under her wing despite not being in the same house and even shows David a group of trolls she’s been tending to in preparation for her apprenticeship in training security trolls.

Meets the Booths during the Christmas break and despite a rocky start, begins to develop a positive relationship with them even coming to an understanding with his dad.

During one of his expeditions with Angelica, he’s confronted by Needle, an acromantula that previously belonged to Jacob. 

Finally stands up to his mum properly, resulting in him staying with the Booths for the summer in Lancaster.

-Year 2: David meets those who are involved in the Quidditch scene at Hogwarts, including Erika Rath, who he briefly develops a crush on until he’s let down gently at the end of Year 2.

He duels Merula for a second time, winning once more, which makes her cry albeit in private. This then results in having his first encounter with Barnaby Lee, who confronts David about upsetting Merula. David tries to get past but Barnaby wraps his hands around David’s throat. Not actually choking him mind, more to get his attention. David panics as it reminds him of the Devil’s Snare that wrapped around his throat and lashes out at Barnaby.

David puts Barnaby in the hospital wing, much to the anger of Liz Tuttle.

The last Quidditch match for the House Cup between Hufflepuff and Slytherin is interrupted by the spread of the cursed ice. Ultimately resulting in Gryffindor’s victory in the cup for that year. 

Rue comes back, mentioning how Corey Hayden (David’s American cousin in this AU) would like to transfer to Hogwarts.

Year 3: Amelia comes to Hogwarts as a first year and gets sorted into Hufflepuff. Similarly, Alder starts at Hogwarts and is sorted into Ravenclaw. 

Amelia brings Dusty, her cat, along with her. However, Dusty goes missing shortly after arriving at the castle.

Later, in a COMC class, Barnaby mentions that he found a cat matching Dusty’s description. Initially, David is very suspicious to the extent of threatening Barnaby if he harmed Dusty in any way. Barnaby refutes this and returns Dusty to him unharmed, causing David to apologise for both for the accusation and the events that happened last year. Eventually, he even befriends Barnaby.

In a similar vein, when tending to some of his creatures on the reserve, he bumps into Liz and winds up introducing her to Needle. The two get a friendship going, David admiring Liz’s passion for creatures and Liz appreciating David for not finding her weird when she rambles about animals. To the extent that they go out on a few dates.

Close to the end of the year, he rants at Merula. Effectively asking the question of why she seems to hate him. Yet despite the rant he closes off with how he understands Merula, he’s been that lonely kid lashing out at the world and it’s not fun. Despite her reluctance to admit it, Merula knows David is right.

He gets the chance to verbally unload on Rita Skeeter for the articles she wrote about his family when she comes to the school looking to interview an interesting student. Later, several of his friends plus Merula of all people step in to put Skeeter in her place when she successfully provokes him into a fit of rage to make him look bad. The situation is eventually diffused by McGonagall.

Year 4: 

Corey officially transfers to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny after exchanging letters with David throughout third year.

Though David wasn’t particularly close to them, Chauncy and Philip (two of his dormmates alongside Diego) succumb to injuries sustained when they were attacked by a red cap under the Sleepwalking curse. When he learns the truth of what attacked them, David slays the creature.

David starts to realise he has a crush on Merula after assisting her in casting Expecto Patronum. Later in the year, he takes her out on a date to Hogsmeade, gets her a songbook for Christmas and even takes her out to the Celestial Ball.

Merula’s parents are freed from Azkaban by R, her mother even meeting Merula in secret throughout the year. During one of their meet-ups, she has a hunch Merula is starting to develop a crush on David (something which is true but not something she would admit it at the time). 

In order to eliminate this apparent threat to her family’s blood purity, she asks Merula to bring him to her in the Forbidden Forest under the guise of allowing the two of them to join R like she has. Instead, she subdues David with Petrificus Totalus, attempting to convince Merula to leave him, that David isn’t worth it.

Merula sides with David even though it pains her initially. David stays with her over the summer, where they try to figure out... whatever the hell their relationship is at the moment.

Year 5: Throughout this year he dates Merula in secret until Valentine’s Day. It’s here that she confesses she’s ready to have their relationship out in the open.

One of the most major event for David is Rakepick’s betrayal, he had actually grown fond of her as a mentor. Being stabbed in the back wasn’t a good thing for him.

The second is Jacob leaving immediately after David finds him. It’s hurtful and David becomes a bit reclusive for a while. Finally, he’s comforted by Bill, Orion and Erika, the older sibling figures in his life.

Year 6: Jacob returns, under the watchful eye of Alastor Moody, acting as the DADA  teacher for that year. Naturally, there’s tension between the brothers, which eventually resolves.

Jacob does join David for the Christmas break, where he gets along well with the Booths and reunites with his parents.

As well as this, R attempts to come after Amelia, resulting in the death of Alder Khanna. As well as being a devastating loss, it causes a rough patch in David and Rowan’s relationship when in her grief she winds up shouting “I wish I’d never met you, David Willows!” She only realises what she just said when the words leave her mouth but regardless, it causes a fracture within David’s larger circle of friends.

Eventually, the time comes for when David, Jacob and their allies take on the vaults like they had always dreamed of. Together, they face off against the guardian of the Sunken vault, an Ammit (based on the creature of Ancient Egyptian Mythology). Eventually the beast is defeated and they claim the treasure of the vaults, what seems to be the base of a necklace.

In a celebration at the Three Broomsticks, R attacks and murders Jacob. This sends David spiralling into grief, hitting his truly lowest point. He worked so hard, he rebuilt his family at home and forged a new one at Hogwarts, all the while hoping Jacob would be able to join them. And what was it all for? Nothing.

Before the school year is up... he snaps his wand and runs away from Hogwarts. Not to Liverpool, not to Lancaster, just anywhere but there. It will keep his friends and family safe or so he reasons. Deep down though, he thinks it’s cowardly.

During this time, he finds his way to Glasgow and starts sleeping rough on the streets all the while battling with grief, anger and self loathing. This goes on for two months before Moody tracks him down, apparating him to a secluded area of the Scottish countryside, kicks his arse and talks him down. Taking him to Grimmauld Place afterwards with the intention of formulating a plan to take the fight to R. 

Where he finds most of his remaining friends waiting for him. At first he staunchly refuses their help, feeling he’s already put enough people in danger. Yet they refuse to leave.

This is actually the moment where the Circle of Khanna is formed, this time named for Alder. Reconciling with Rowan after a serious heart-to-heart.

Year 7: ...Let’s just say R is going to regret setting David Willows on the warpath.

R’s destruction becomes widely regarded news, however David allows Moody to take the credit for it. Frankly, by this point he’s sick of any attachment to the Cabal and just wants to play Quidditch.

He’s able to pass his NEWTS and win the Quidditch cup for Hufflepuff one last time, resulting in him being offered the position as beater on the Wimborne Wasps.

Post-Hogwarts:

David and Merula work things out, moving in together. Though it’s odd with David still keeping at his Quidditch training and Merula now working for Gringotts as a curse-breaker. After winning the British and Irish League for the Wasps in 1993, he proposes to Merula which she accepts.

In 1994, they have a wedding in the summer time with Rowan being David’s best woman. They did plan on having kids until Cedric’s murder at the hands of Voldemort. With Quidditch cancelled and Merula being affiliated to Gringotts, both are approached to work for the Order. 

Though initially very hesitant, David agrees. Eliminating Death Eaters, rescuing their hostages and even fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts.

He returns to the Quidditch scene when it starts up again in 1999, helping the Wasps win the cup three more times. 1999 is also the year in which Merula and David have their first kid, Robin. After the latest victory in 2002 he discovers Merula is pregnant again, and his retirement from Quidditch is looming on the horizon. He’s convinced by Judith Harris (@judediangelo75) to teach for a few weeks over the summer at KC’s (@kc-needs-coffee) quidditch summer camp.  It’s here that he develops a love for teaching. Getting in touch with professor Flitwick to work as his assistant before becoming the Charms professor. 

In early 2003, he welcomes his son Nicholas into the world.

Family

Matthew Hall (father): 

Face Claim: Ben Miller

A stern but fair man and CIMA-qualified accountant originally from Yorkshire, Matthew met David’s biological mother Rue when he was on a business trip to Dublin in 1956. Encountering her in a quiet pub being told “I’ve dealt with a real dragon today” when he asked if she was okay on account of how tired she looked. Matthew took it as a joke but Rue was being entirely serious. They struck up a friendship and began dating, eventually getting married in 1961 and having Jacob in 1964. 

initially, he was fascinated by the existence of the wizarding world but soon came to fear it after Jacob’s disappearance. Divorcing Rue afterwards and cutting off contact from David aside from agreeing to send child maintenance. However, after being chewed out by his girlfriend Lyra, he all but begs David to come visit him in Lancaster over Christmas in 1984. 

The reason being that Amelia’s magical abilities finally began to manifest, which became a cause of conflict between David and Matthew, largely from David thinking that was the only reason he was invited. Eventually, they come to an understanding and try to work on improving their relationship.

Rue Willows (mother): 

Face Claim: Fiona O’Carroll

A dragonologist from Dublin in the employ of the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau. Though she was strict, she was generally attentive towards David, being the one who taught him to draw.

After Jacob’s disappearance however, she became very withdrawn and austere. It was her way of opting for a ‘tough love’ approach, thinking she had been too soft and in her misguidance tried to control David’s life. Even then, she still grieved, frequently getting into arguments with David about his behaviour at school, bringing up Jacob when David tried to make her proud of him and other such things. 

During the start of the summer break between first and second year, David finally stands up to her properly. The words that get through to her are the following, “That stranger’s name is Lyra and she’s been a better mum to me in the weeks I’ve known her than you have for me in years.” and “I love you too mum... but I don’t know if I like you anymore.”

She does a lot of soul searching after that, staying with relatives in America for a year before coming back and promising to do better with her and David’s relationship.

Lyra Booth (nee Robinson) (step-mother):

Face Claim: Ruth Wilson

A muggle and CIMA-qualified accountant originally from London, left widowed in 1980 after her first husband, Peter died in a car accident. She met Matthew when working at an accounting firm in Lancaster shortly after his divorce from Rue. After a couple months of knowing each other, the two began dating, Lyra introduced him to her children, who he hit it off well with.

She knew he had a son who he sent child maintenance to but it wasn’t revealed until Amelia accidentally made a plant pot explode in a fit of frustration that Lyra learned the truth. Consequently... she blew up at Matthew for as good as abandoning as his son. Insisting on inviting him around for Christmas.

While David was prickly when he first came around, he eventually warmed up to her and the rest of the Booths, being a positive maternal influence on him.

Jacob Hall (brother) (deceased):

Face Claim: Tom Holland

David’s only biological sibling, a gifted though trouble-making student, first became interested in the cursed vaults during his first year when he was informed about the legend by seventh year Patricia Rakepick. In his sixth year, he stood up for fellow Gryffindor Angelica Cole when she was being bullied (at the time she was a first year).

His investigation into the vaults would put him into conflict with the mysterious cult known as R. A conflict that would put his family in danger and even cost him his life.

Alex Booth (step-brother):

Face Claim: Jody Latham

The eldest of the Booth siblings, Alex is a highly protective big brother and was worried upon realising his little sister was going to be part of a world none of them had any knowledge about. He tried to make David feel welcome despite the younger boy’s hostility.

When David attempted to run away during his first stay with the Booths, Alex caught him in the act and made a deal, get past him and he wouldn’t tell anyone he’d left. Though David was tenacious, Alex stopped him every time even pointing out the flaws in David’s technique if he tried to physically fight Alex. After David finally gave up, Alex didn’t breathe a word of his run away attempt to anyone. David would take up Alex’s offer to teach him muay thai during his first visit.

Sarah Booth (step-sister):

Face Claim: Emilia Clarke

The middle child of the Booth siblings and also the least welcoming, Sarah was most vocally against Amelia being part of the wizarding world. She treated David coldly at first, going on a grouse hunting trip with her friends the day after he arrived to stay with them for Christmas.

However, at some point, she caught him reading an old copy of a Shooting Times magazine and after some persuasion by Alex, took David clay pigeon shooting. Becoming quite impressed, and even a little endeared from how quickly he picked up shooting.

Amelia Booth (step-sister):

Face Claim: Maisie Williams

A muggleborn witch and the youngest of the Booth siblings, Amelia was surprised to realise she possessed magical abilities. Though was even more shocked to learn Matthew already knew about it.

When she was five years old, she was involved in the car accident that killed her father. Resulting in her being scarred with a gash on the right side of her forehead, a similar one on her left cheek and a larger one that cuts across from shoulder to her chest. Though she repressed the memory, she did indeed see her father die, thus Thestrals are visible to her. Another thing the accident did was give her motorphobia, though can tolerate it as long as she’s A) In control of the vehicle and B) It’s not motorised.

However, she does have a love of cycling, she was taught to do so by her dad before he died. Similarly, gymnastics helped her get some of her confidence back after the accident and still keeps up with it. A love of plants and animals prompts her to excel in Herbology and Potions, then later COMC.

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Affiliations: The Circle of Khanna, The Wimborne Wasps, The Order of the Phoenix, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Professions: Beater for the Wimborne Wasps (1991-95)

Agent of the Order of the Phoenix (1995 - 98)

Resumes position as beater for the Wasps (1999-2003)

Charms Assistant Teacher (2003 - 05)

Charms Teacher (2005 - present)

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: E

Charms: O

DADA: O

Herbology: E

History of Magic: A

Potions: A

Transfiguration: E

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures: A

Muggle Studies: O

Quidditch:

Hufflepuff Beater (1985 - 91)

Hufflepuff Captain (after Orion graduates) (1989 - 91)

Extra Curricular:

Duelling Club (Becomes known as one of the best duellers in Hogwarts)

Art Club

Football Club (Founder)

Apparition Class (in 1991)

Favourite Professors:

Professor Sprout, his head of house and someone he feels he can go to if he needs advice. One of several people who warned him about being careful with Patricia Rakepick.

Professor Mcgonagall, his Transfiguration teacher and head of Jacob’s house when he was at Hogwarts. Though they disagree entirely on him tackling the vaults, he always pays attention in her lessons as while she’s often stern she can be a great teacher.

Professor Flitwick, as his Charms teacher, David always found Flitwick to be respectable. David especially respects Flitwick for teaching him Expelliarmus, even after he was honest in what he intended to do with it (i.e. use it in a duel against Merula). Also came for Flitwick’s help in developing Cometa.

Least Favourite Professors:

Professor Binns: Finds his droning entirely too boring and really only passed History of Magic thanks to Rowan.

Every other professor he’s either neutral on (Snape and Trelwany) or he likes but aren’t his favourites (Kettleburn).

Best Canon friends:

Rowan Khanna

Diego Caplan

Nymphadora Tonks

Penny Haywood

Chiara Lobosca

(David plus the above five make up the original members of the Hufflesquad)

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Erika Rath

Orion Amari

Badeea Ali

Barnaby Lee

Liz Tuttle

Love interest:

Erika Rath (crush)

Nymphadora Tonks (first kiss)

Liz Tuttle (dated briefly in third year but broke things off fairly amicably when they realised they were developing crushes on other people).

Merula Snyde (began dating in fourth year, later marries David in 1994)

Best MC friends:

Judith Harris (@judediangelo75): The closest of his MC friends, David and Judith first get acquainted by being pushed into friendship... somewhat subtly by Penny Haywood. Both of them catch on when Penny mentions they should try out for the Quidditch team. Both of them still go for it, bonding over a shared love of martial arts and proving they have the potential to be fearsome beaters.

Throughout their time at Hogwarts, David and Judith would demonstrate a fierce loyalty to each other, being as close as siblings. David even becoming godfather to her children, Bakari and Kendrick.

Cato Reese (@catohphm): David was first introduced to Cato by Penny. The two find themselves sharing very similar values, having a great love their friends and absolute ruthlessness towards their enemies.

Like anyone involved in the Quidditch scene at Hogwarts, David has a bit of a rivalry with him. Tending to trash talk him (though with no real weight behind it), Cato understands that David doesn’t mean it.

Katriona Cassiopea (KC) (@kc-needs-coffee): The two of them are sports fanatics, they could talk to each other for hours about Quidditch. While David definitely knows more about footy, he’s eager to learn about any sport, such as baseball which KC is highly knowledgeable about.

KC would be one of the first to jump at the football matches David organises during his time at Hogwarts. 

Lizzie Jameson (@lifeofkaze​): Like David, Lizzie is an avid fan of LFC. Even meeting up at some point with their respective partners to watch a footy match at Anfield, where Liverpool were playing. 

On the quidditch pitch, Lizzie is a chaser and knows she can count on David to keep the bludgers off her back.

If any of your MCs would want to be friends with David, let me know!

Rivals:

Merula Snyde (For most of his time at Hogwarts).

During Quidditch: Erika Rath, Skye Parkin, Andre Egwu, Charlie Weasley, Angelica Cole, Oliver Wood, Cato Reese and Katriona Cassiopea.

Enemies:

R (including Patricia Rakepick, Fenrir Greyback and Peter Pettigrew).

The Snyde family (minus Merula)

Voldemort

Death Eaters

Magical Abilities

1st Wand: Blackthorn, unicorn hair core, ten and a quarter inches, slightly springy and flexible. Snaps it in half shortly just before the end of sixth year, citing, “What kind of warrior can’t even protect his own brother?”

Blackthorn, which is a very unusual wand wood, has the reputation, in my view very well-merited, of being best suited to a warrior.

Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may ‘die’ and need replacing.

2nd Wand: English Oak, Dragon Heartstring core, twelve and a half inches, unbending.

A wand for the good times and bad, this is a friend as loyal as the wizard who deserves it. Wands of English Oak demand partners of strength, courage and fidelity. Obtained from Garrick Ollivander while being accompanied by Alastor Moody.

As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon  wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.  

Animagus form: A ram, specifically of a Dalesbred Sheep. Rams symbolise determination, initiative and leadership, factors that are put to the test more than once during his time at Hogwarts.

Misc magical abilities: Legilimens, Rue informs him of potentially inheriting her legilimens ability between third year and fourth year when he tells her of his delve into the Vault of Fear. David prefers not using it on people, rather using it to see through the eyes of animals as his great grandfather Reuben used to do.

Occlumency: Snape, at Dumbledore’s behest begins teaching David the art of Occlumency in fifth year.

Non-verbal magic: David began learning the non-verbal use of magic in fifth year thanks to professor Flitwick. Becoming highly skilled in it by his seventh year.

Spell creation: Assists in the creation of Stella Cascadia alongside Badeea Ali. Given how dangerous the vaults could be, he begins to work on another spell inspired by Stella Cascadia alongside several of his friends, Cometa, the comet jinx.

Boggart Form: Initially, Jacob as a death eater after hearing about the rumours of him taking Voldemort’s side.

From year four onwards, himself as a dark wizard as he worries about the path the vaults will set him on.

Riddikulus Form: Death eater Jacob’s mask turns into a pie that promptly splats him in the face.

Later, his dark wizard self in the uniform of Everton Football Club with a blue clown nose and wig to match. Since he’s a Liverpool Football Club supporter, seeing himself in one his rival team’s colours as a clown is hilarious to him.

Amortentia (what do they smell like?): A sea breeze and heather.

Amortentia (what do they smell?): Freshly mown grass and clear air after a rainfall.

Patronus: African wild dog, a symbol of his loyalty and relentless pursuit of his goals.

Patronus memory: -Attending the LFC vs Nottingham Forest semi final match of the Football League Cup at Anfield on the 12th February 1980 with his dad and Jacob. They drew 1-1 and LFC didn’t get through to the final but David was still happy to be there with both them.

Mirror of Erised: Jacob being back, alongside all of his friends and family. All of them are safe and well.

Specialised/ favourite spells: 

Cometa, a spell that David creates in sixth year with the help of Badeea Ali, Rowan Khanna, Merula Snyde, Diego Caplan and professor Flitwick. Inspired by Stella Cascadia, and using some principles from the Ice Jinx, the spell initially creates cricket ball-sized pieces of ice that explode into a mist when they impact against something. This makes it especially useful for blinding or disorienting a target. Later they develop the more-powerful Cometa Maxima in seventh year. Its main limitations are maintaining eye contact directed at the target (as is the case for all jinxes) and its general range is quite short (about twenty five feet) due to the “comet” (really a mix of ice, dust and gases) disintegrating quite quickly.

Protego Diabolica, A spell taught to him by Felix Rosier in sixth year, nothing says “Get away from my friends!” Like a massive wall of blue flame that incinerates enemies and leaves allies unharmed.

Expelliarmus, the Disarming charm taught to David by Professor Flitwick in first year is one of his go-to spells when duelling.

Protego, learned in order to protect himself from spells and other projectiles.

Healing spells: Largely taught to him by Chiara throughout their time at Hogwarts, healing spells have come in handy more than once when he needs to preserve his own or his friend’s lives.

Expecto Patronum, though niche, a spell that can get rid of a dementor is nothing to scoff at. Plus it’s a sentimental reminder of his friendship with Tonks.

Incendio, good as a fire-starter and a duelling spell, also reminds him of a time when Merula stood up to Rita Skeeter for him by burning her camera.

Misc Information

-David is a huge supporter of Liverpool Football Club (LFC), so much so one of his casuals is a club uniform.

-As well as Needle, David has other creatures on the reserve, Lucky (Knarl), Clop (Porlock), Bonita (fairy), Mori (thestral), and Chen (Chinese fireball).

[eiraphilsi]

Scenario and the brothers +Undateables reaction to mc throwing Cerberus across Hell becaus it hurt Luke.

@mysticblackwolf :Here is a request. Where mc picks up Cerberus and throws him all the way to the demon Lords castle and through the wall into the throne room cause he tried to eat Luke. And if possible, could you put the brother and undatables reaction. Also put mc threatening the others if they touch Luke mc will through them into heaven with brute force.

Hey thanks for the request. I was laughing so hard when I read this.

I hope this is okay since no writing format was specified.

Scenario then reactions:

Everyone was talking in the common room. Asmo and Solomon were in the corner watching everyone. The twins were sat either side of mc whilst Mammon was trying to move them away. Satan and Barbatos were discussing something. Lights flickered onto Levi’s face from his DDD. Lucifer and Diavolo were sat opposite mc talking about the human realm. Luke had walked off earlier after Satan and Mammon had scared him.

Diavolo- “So you have Instagram instead of devilgram”

Mc- “Yup it’s basically the sa-”

You were cut off from speaking as a scream filled the halls.

Everyone jumped up as Luke could be heard shouting for Simeon and mc. Even the demons were concerned. Everyone ran through the house trying to find him. You checked the entrance hall and saw Cerberus running and jumping at Luke. You knew that this was how the hound played but he suddenly bit into Luke’s arm. Everyone’s footsteps filled the hall, but all you focused on was that damn hound. The older angel rushed towards them. You followed behind, but rather then stopping by Luke you continued. The hound’s middle head was nosed to nose with you, and it looked kind of frightened. Nobody dared breathe. His collar jingled as you little human hand grabbed hold of it. Lifting the hound off the floor you threw him into the wall. What you didn’t expect though for Cerberus to go THROUGH the wall. All heads turned and watched as the hound collided with the Demon Lord’s Castle wall, broke through and landed atop his throne. Everyone turned to look at mc who as crouched down beside Luke holding his arm. 

Reactions:

Lucifer

-Okay then, just throw his dog halfway across the Devildom.

-But like seriously

-Why are you THAT strong.  

-And it was because it hurt the angel.

-Kinda impressed though.

Mammon

-Step on him please.

-Like how his humans strong

-maybe too strong though

-Shows you off

-Probably scared as hell of you.

-He isn’t helping you repair that wall though.

Leviathan

-Woahhh

-That just like in [Insert long anime name here]

-Might not let you near Henry 2.0 though

-Still shocked you had the strength and guts to do that.

Satan

-On the floor laughing his head off.

-Like dude you’re a human that can barely life a shelf

-How’d you pick up Cerberus

-Keeps this s an idea for a future prank on Lucifer

Asmodeus

-Pick me up like that😉

-Like lucifer is impressed your fragile form could do that.

-Starts to wonder what else you could do.

-Also please be careful though

-The hellhound almost hit him.

Beelzebub

-Dropped whatever food was in his mouth

-” What the actual...”

-How did you manage to throw

-Probably checks up on you to see if you're okay

-Show him your workout routine please

Belphegor

-Much like Satan is laughing

-Probably takes a few pictures of Lucifer’s face.

-But like mc why,

-Over an angel, much less Luke

Diavolo

-Surprised Pikachu face

-He didn’t know humans were this strong

-On a serious note though

-Cerberus was a gift to Lucifer

-And that was his palace

Barbatos

-Saw it coming but was still surprised

-Listens to Diavolo fawn over your strength

-Lowkey you better not have hurt his bush’s though.

-Other than that.

-Isn’t too bothered

Solomon

-” Damn....mc how?!?!”

-Tries to act cool

-But is amazed

-You're not capable of casting a simple sigil

-But you can throw THE Cerberus across Hell

Simeon

-Thanks you for helping Luke

-But maybe you didn’t need to do that to the dog though

-Might keep you near Luke for his protection

-Offers to help clean up

Luke

-Clings to your leg.

-Mutters thanks under his breath

-Stays near you all the time

-Acts tsundere if one of the demons point it out.

[penwieldingdreamer]

The Devil’s Daughter

Finally a new chapter for all of you. Thank you so much for the wonderfull feed back and I hope you will like this chapter, too. It will give you a bit of background story of the MC. Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged. As always, have fun and happy reading.

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Warnings: this is a knid of rendition of the love story between Hades and Persephone, so I’ll leave the warnings at that, no rape or Stockholm Syndrome

Words: 1.4k

Part 6

"Mother, please, tell me a story." your younger self begged, bouncing up and down on the mattress of your bed, Cerberus laying at the foot, each of his three heads bedded on his paws. He was such a good dog, but your father got angry when he saw him running around and playing fetch with you, while he was supposed to be the hound of hell, keeper of the gates. 

Your mother smiled, the flowers in her dark hair a stark contrast to the usual surroundings you lived in. She held out her arms, sitting at the head of your bed, watching you jumping around. "Well then, angel, come down and listen." her melodious voice spoke softly to you as you sat down with her. Cerberus crawled over to your lap, laying his three heads down to get his ears scratched. "Now my sweet, what tale do you want to hear?" 

Your forefinger tapped your chin, thinking about the possible tale you wanted to hear. "Uhm, a story…about…love." you said grinning at your mother. 

"Oh alright." She returned it with a smile, putting her arm around your shoulders. "Let's see. There once was a man, a god, he ruled over a large kingdom, his people were above and underground. He liked it, being worshiped by them and being one of the three brothers to have the 2nd largest world to call his own. He was a just ruler, but he was lonely, all alone, why he grew cold as he carried out his duties.”

Your mother brushed back the strands of hair that fell into your face, a sombre look taking over her eyes. “The other gods and his subjects feared him, not daring to utter a word or speak his name. One day he sat on his throne, glancing up at the world above and saw a young woman playing in the woods. The god was struck by her beauty and her tenderness when she played with the other beings of the forest, that he went back to watch her every so often, his dark cold heart melting each time.”

“What did he do then?” you asked, curiosity coloring your words as the hell hound nipped at your fingers.

A tinkling laugh left your mother’s lips before she laid a kiss on your hair. “Oh, he fell in love. He asked the father of all gods for her hand in marriage, even though he knew her mother wouldn’t approve, so when he saw her again playing in a field, he opened up the ground and pulled her into his carriage. Before she could scream, they already disappeared underneath the earth.” 

A gasp came from your mouth and your eyes widened as you listened to the tale your mother told you. She had always been such a great story teller and you could feel the excitement rising in your veins.

“Her mother searched for her, but the beauty was gone and she knew that there could only be one who would have taken her, having been told by a farmer in the field the girl played in. The goddess of harvest grew so angry that nothing would ever grow in the ground until her daughter was returned to her. In the underworld, the daughter was distraught, because she missed her mother and the light of the ground above. The god bestowed her with gifts and was always kind to her, but he was sad, too.”

“But why, he had what he wanted?” you asked and Cerberus gave a chorused whine as if to deepen the question.

Your mother pulled her hair back, the flowers of her dress glimmering in the candle light of your room. “Well, angel mine, the god wanted her to love him, but it was hard for her. So he did everything for her, he made her his equal, let her rule the realm with him together instead of the god sitting alone on his throne, he put hers right next to it. When the beauty suggested to make another realm for the best mortals he did so. He didn’t treat her as his property, but as an equal, as an adult who could become his friend eventually. The more time passed, the more she fell in love with him.” You laid your head on one of the three headed dog’s, smiling as finally the romance came into the story. “Then one morning, the beauty strolled through the gardens of the Underworld, watching as the farmers worked there, when one of them offered a pomegranate to her. She knew she should never eat something offered to her, but being so hungry she devoured six seeds of the juice fruit, when suddenly the messengers of the gods came to her. Because he told her about her angry mother causing the mortals in the above world to die of hunger, she followed him as the only thing to stop the goddess would be her safe return.”

In the corner of your eyes you could see a shadow move inside the door. With a quick look to the entrance you saw your father standing there, a slow smile on his lips. “What is it this time, my love?”

“The same as every night, darling.” your mother answered, returning his smile and held her hand out for him to join you. He moved over and sat next to you, stroking his long fingers along Cerberus coat. “Now, may we continue? It is getting late?”

Nodding his head, he kissed her hand and listened to the words coming from her lips. “Where was I?” she asked, tipping her fingers against her lips, before she grinned down at you. “Oh yes. The beauty returned to the court of the Father of the gods and tried to convince her mother that everything was fine, but she wouldn’t hear it, wanting her to come home for good or shed let every man die of famine. Suddenly the throne room darkened, the god of the Earth and Underworld appearing before the other gods, still shrouded in darkness and the partially eaten fruit in hand.”

“She has eaten the fruit of the Underworld and must return with me to my kingdom, the god said.” It was now the turn of your father to take part in the story. Even though he sometimes seemed to be cold, he loved you very much. “The Gods’ Father watched the pair, asking the ruler of the lowest kingdom how many seeds she had eaten.”

“Six!” you cried, giggling as Cerberus yapped along with you.

Your mother brushed your hair behind your ear. “That is right my angel, she ate six seeds and so the King of Gods decided that she would stay six months with her mother tending to the mortal’s fields and six months with the god in the Underworld, ruling by his side as his wife. Neither were happy with the arrangement but they had to abide the decision of the father of all gods. Each year she would return to the fields and restore them with the goddess of the harvest and after six months her husband would carry her down to the Underworld, leading her to her throne next to his, knowing her mother would mourn her and all vegetation would die. But her daughter loved him and there was nothing she could do to change it, but wait for the six months to be over and the earth to warm again when she returned.”

“Now my sweet, time for you to sleep.” your father said, giving you a stern look, but you knew he could never be angry with you.

Smiling you kissed his cheek, feeling the stubble under your lips, before you went over to your mother, kissing her soft skin. She stood up from your bed and stroked over your head, laying a soft kiss onto your temple. “Sleep tight, my darling angel.” she whispered, putting the blanket over your shoulder as Cerberus laid back down to the foot of the bed.

“Good night.” you mumbled, closing your eyes to the sight of your parents leaving the room.

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“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Someone called your name, but it was so far away. It sounded like your mother first, but then it was your father whispering it softly.

“Y/N!” Snapping out of your daydream, you turned to the man sitting across from you, his dark eyes full of concern. “Where have you been?”

You sighed, swallowing the lump in your throat. “The past.”

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[luna-mikaels]

I’m Never Going to Leave You

Okay, so this is my first time ever writing a fanfic... but I have been feeling a bit down and needed some love from Belphie. I hope y’all like it, but if you have any suggestions, please let me know. I’m not much of a writer. It started out as something fluffy, just cuz I really wanted an MC and Belphegor fluff story, but I ended up adding some smut at the end...I also know that a lot of you see Belphie as a dom, or someone who doesn’t really do vanilla type stuff, but I honestly think that he’s super soft when it comes to intimacy.

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It was Saturday morning, so you didn’t have to go to RAD, and even though you could sleep in as late as you wanted to, your body decided that it did not want to sleep past 8 a.m.

Laying in bed for a few more minutes, you could tell that today was going to be one of those "sad" days that you had every once in a while. Not wanting to fully give in to your sadness just yet, you decide that you should go get ready for breakfast. Putting on a pair of sweats and an oversized hoodie, you put your hair up in a ponytail.

As you walk through the dinning room door you spot all seven brothers at the table. You must have had a confused look on your face as you stood in the doorway because Asmo decided to question you on it.

"What's wrong MC?"

"Hmmm? ...Oh, sorry. I just didn't expect all seven of you to be up and eating breakfast this early in the morning on a Saturday..." you trailed of as you looked around the table. Usually it was just Lucifer, Satan, Asmo, and Beel (obviously) that would be there for Saturday breakfast.

"Well, I have a photo-shoot to do in about an hour. So, sorry to disappoint, but The Great Mammon won't be able here to keep you company today," Mammon exclaimed.

You usually didn't mind having Mammon hang out in your room with you, and it also never really bothered you when he wasn't able to. But today, it made you feel a little sad knowing that he wouldn't be there with you today. You didn't let it show though.

"And I am going to a convention that is going on today. I have to be there early if I want to be the first one to get the new limited edition Ruri-chan figurines! They only made 20 of them, and I am going to make sure that I have one!" Levi practically yelling at the end, but never looking away from his DDD.

You slowly make your way to the table and take your normal seat between Beel and Belphie.

"And what about you, Belphie? Why are you here so early on a Saturday morning?" You questioned him as you picked up one of the small bowls of fruit in the center of the table. You were pretty sure that it was Asmo that was the one in charge of breakfast this morning because he was one of the three demons who would put fruit out for breakfast, but what gave it away was that the fruit was cut up into heart shapes.

"Beel's stomach was so loud when he woke up, that it ended up waking me up too, and I couldn't fall back asleep after that," Belphie answered. You could still hear a bit of sleep left in his voice.

You nodded and gave him a small smile in return to let him know that you get what he means. Beel's stomach sometimes sounded like a pack of hell hounds, and other times it almost sounds like it could literally be a black hole.

Turning back to the fruit in front of you, you couldn't help but give another small smile at how Asmo made sure to arrange it so beautifully, even if it was just a bowl of fruit that would more than likely end up being gobbled up by Beel.

"MC? Are you okay? Why are you smiling at the fruit?" Again, Asmo had to call you out.

"I was just admiring how pretty it looked. You really do know how to make something as simple as a small fruit bowl look so beautiful. I mean, cutting them into little hearts like this, it must take you a while to do that," you answered him while still smiling down at the bowl in front of you. Finally looking up at him when you finished speaking.

He smiled at your response and gave a small chuckle.

"Well, I'm glad that you like it."

The rest of breakfast was pretty normal. The brothers occasionally talking to one or another. Beel trying to eat every last bit of food on the table. Levi not looking away from his DDD enough to notice that Beel already ate his food, and then yelling at Beel to give it back. You looking at the brothers around you every now and then, but mainly focusing on the your bowl of food.

"Thank you, Asmo. Breakfast was delicious," you said softly but loud enough for him to hear you. You stood up and took your plates to the kitchen sink, setting them down before heading back to your room. Not noticing how the brothers had gone quiet and looked at you with worry as you walk away.

You walked into your room and closed the door behind you, going to lay on your bed. You laid down on your side facing the wall and your back toward the door.

You were alone now, alone with your thoughts. Which you knew better than to do, but you could tell that the brothers were busy today, even if it was Saturday, so you didn't want to bother them with any of your problems.

"Maybe I should go on a walk and get some fresh air. But I don't feel like moving at all, much less walking. I'll just stay here in bed... it's not like I have anything important to do... it's not like I every have anything important to do, here or in the human world..." your mind started to wonder, getting darker and darker as the seconds went by.

"I wonder why I'm even here... Why was I even born? I don't seem to have a purpose in life... It seems like everyone can see that too. I have no meaning. Everyone always ends up leaving at one point or another... they always leave..." you couldn't hold it in any longer. You started to cry, and you didn't hold back.

In between your quiet sobs, you hear someone lightly knock on your door. You quickly try to wipe away your tears and try to calm your breathing.

They knock again, a little louder this time, "MC, it's me." He didn't say his name, but he didn't have to, you already knew. It was Belphie.

Once you are able to somewhat steady your breathing, you reply as best as you can without letting your voice shake too much, "I-it's open..." But you don't move.

You stay laying down with your back facing the door, but you're able to hear Belphie open the door. You can hear him walk in and close the door behind him.

"Hey, MC? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, wh-why are you asking?" still not turning around to face him. You're hoping that he just thinks that you're tired and maybe want to sleep.

"You were extremely quiet during breakfast. You pretty much just stared at your plate and barely even ate anything." You could hear a bit of worry in his voice.

"I guess I'm ju-" you stop mid-sentence when you feel Belphie sit on the edge of the bed behind you.

"MC. I need to look at me, please... I need to know what's wrong," he says softly. Just as softly as the way he placed a hand on your shoulder, waiting for you to turn around.

You take in a deep breath, and slowly roll onto your other side.

"MC... were you crying? What's wrong? Did Mammon do something stupid again?" he starts questioning you, thinking that one of his brothers might have done something to hurt you.

You chuckled lightly at Belphie's first instinct being to blame Mammon.

"No, no it wasn't Mammon. It wasn't any of your brothers."

"Wait, did I say something to hurt you?"

"No, it wasn't you either..."

"Well, if it wasn't me... or any of my brothers... then... what's wrong?" he was having a hard time understanding why you would be so sad that you would have been crying.

You let out a deep breath as you sat up, meeting his worried eyes. You pulled your knees to your chest as you thought about how to tell him.

"I'm just having one of my 'off' days," you tell him trying to not make him worry more than he already was. You hoped that it would be enough, and also hoping that he would be getting sleepy soon enough to go back to his room, but that did not seem to be the case.

"Off days?"

"I don't know... it happens every now and then. I just get this really sad feeling and my mind seems to wander into the deep ends..." you say this as you stare straight ahead at your window, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"MC. Tell me what you were just thinking before I came."

You closed your eyes and rested your chin on your arms that you had crossed over your knees. You didn't feel like sharing your burdens with him.

Belphie pleaded, "MC, please..."

You let out a long sigh, but you gave in. You told him everything that had run through your head since you finished breakfast. By the end of it, tears had started to roll down your face once more.

He lightly put his hands on your shoulders, "MC. Look at me."

You lifted your head and look him in the eyes.

"You aren't here for no reason. You have a purpose in life, whether you know it now or not. You mean a lot to me, and I can tell you right now that none of us in this house would ever leave you... I would never leave you..." he practically whispered that last part, and you almost didn't hear it. Your eyes welled up more, but this time because of the heart warming words Belphegor had said to you.

"Belphie..."

"MC. I see how much my brothers care about you, even if they don't show it or admit it. You mean so much to them. But... you mean the most to me... and I don't know how someone so amazing like you could ever feel like you do now, but from now on, I'm going to try and show you just how much you mean to us... to me..." he slowly lifted a hand from one of your shoulders and lightly caressed your face. You leaned into his touch.

"I'm sorry Belphie. I didn't want to bother any of you with my problems... much less make you feel bad for my own feelings," you couldn't help but apologize.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I just wish you would have come to one of us and said how you were feeling. If not any of my brothers, then you know you could always talk to me."

"Thank you, Belphie," you say as you smile at him. You reach up to cover his hand that he still had cupping your face as you leaned even more into it, closing your eyes as you revel at his touch.

"I love you, MC."

You're pretty sure you got whiplash from how fast you turned your head to look at Belphegor with the most surprised look on your face. You didn't know what to say, so you just stared at him in shock. He had a soft smile on his face, and you could see the adoration he had for you in his eyes.

"I love you, MC. I never thought I would fall in love with a human after everything that has happened, but yet here I am, not being able to see you so sad because it breaks my heart. I always want to see you with a smile on your face, especially if I am the cause of it. I want to make sure you feel safe and appreciated. You've done so much for me and my brothers... I just can't go another minute without you knowing how much you mean to me. MC, I love you..."

You never broke eye contact as he spoke his feelings. You could feel his love for you as his eyes kept staring back into yours.

"I... I love you too, Belph-" you were cut off when his lips lightly covered yours. Your body's first instinct was to freeze up at the initial shock of the kiss, but as you're brain started to acknowledge what was happening, you slowly started to kiss back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, as his arms wrapped around your waist. The kiss was soft but so full of emotion. You could feel the love he had for you through such a soft action. Your heart felt so light compared to how you felt a while earlier. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss, causing Belphie to slightly pull back to look at you.

"There's that beautiful smile. I want to see you smile like that every day MC"

You blushed slightly at his words but couldn't help yourself when you said, "Only if I get to kiss someone like that everyday."

"You mean only if I kiss you, right? Because I'm pretty sure I might have to kill anyone else who kisses you," he says with a serious but playful look on his face.

"Oh, well then I guess I might just have to make sure that Lucifer and I don't get caught..." you say with a small smirk on your face, trying to play innocent. You knew that would get a kick out of him.

You saw anger and shock flash across his face before he gave you a smirk with a wicked look in his eyes, he put his hands on your waist, holding you where you were. "Of all demons, of all my brothers, you had to just say that his name... you know you're gonna have to pay for that," He started to tickle you without mercy. You couldn't help the small shriek that came out as he tortured your sides. You laid on your back, trying to squirm out of his reach, but this only opened up an opportunity that he so easily took.

He quickly straddle you to keep you from trying to get away from his onslaught of tickles. When he finally decided to take mercy he grabbed your hands and pinned them to each side of your head.

Belphegor hovered over you with a sly grin on his face. "Don't ever think about kissing anyone else ever again. I am now the only one who is allowed to feel your lips. Okay?"

"As long as I am the only one who gets to kiss you," you replied back.

"I wouldn't dream of ever kissing anyone else but you MC..." his expression turned soft, and you were pretty sure you melted. "I love you, MC."

"I love you too, Belphie."

He leaned down and kiss you. It started off slowly, but became more desperate and heated. His hands letting go of your arms and slowly sliding down your body. They stopped below where your hoodie had ridden up during the tickle attack. He lightly laid his hands on your exposed skin, rubbing his thumbs back and forth under the edge of your shirt.

With your hands free, you brought them up and wrapped one around his neck and the other around his torso, pulling him down to lay on top of you. He moved around to setting his hips in between your legs.

He started kissing down your neck, sucking when he found the sensitive spot he found between your neck and collarbone. He was making sure that it was going to leave a mark.

He began rutting against you, and you could feel his erection through both of your clothes.

His hands slowly start to push your hoodie further up. He pulled back to look at you and smirked when he saw that you didn't have a bra on under your sweater.

"You were in the dinning room eating breakfast with seven demons, and you weren't wearing a bra?" He said this with a sly look on his face. "I would say I'd love for you to always dress like this, but I can't have you around my brothers like that." You could hear the possessiveness in his voice, and it turned you on even more.

He helped you take of the hoodie before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. You couldn't help the moan that came out, and it only seemed to stir Belphie on. He took turns sucking and licking each nipple, as well as rolling them between his fingers, all while slowly rutting up against you.

You couldn't take it anymore, you need him to do more, touch more of you. "Belphie, please... I need more..." you said as you start to pull his shirt, hoping that he'll take it off.

He sat back and started to take off his shirt and you went and undid his pants.

"Well someone's eager for more. Take off your bottoms," he voiced. You slid off your sweats and undies as you watch Belphie pull away from you to stand up and remove his pants, his boxers falling down with his pants. You were both now fully bare to each other.

"MC, your so beautiful," he breathed out at he lightly touched your leg and started to slide his hand up to your thigh. He pushed your legs apart as he settled between them.

"Belph- nnnggghh..." again, Belphie found a way to cut you off. You moaned as he licked a broad strip up your folds.

"You're so wet... mmmm... and you taste so sweet," he spoke between licks. You were squirming, trying to get more from him. He grabbed your thighs and put them over his shoulders so that he could get closer to your most intimate of places.

He slowly licked up your folds until he reached your clit. He drew lazy circles around it, making you moan. Then he closed his mouth over it and sucked hard. "Belphie!!" you screamed as your hands grabbed onto his hair to hold him there as you bucked up.

He smirked, knowing that he was able to make you feel this good and react this way, and that no other demon or human would ever get the chance to.

He slowly pushed a finger in, sliding in easily with how wet he was making you, so he quickly added a second.

You were a total mess, completely as Belphegor's mercy. He had you moaning and whining, and he absolutely loved all the noises that he was forcing out of you.

He curved his fingers just right and found that spot that made you lose control. He kept stroking that spot while licking and sucking your clit. He could tell you were close because your body was starting to spasm and your walls were clenching his fingers. He stroked your pleasure spot harder and faster, all while sucking hard on your clit.

You saw stars as your first wave of pleasure washed over you. Belphie lapping up every last drop you had to offer him. He slowly pulled his fingers out. He sat up and made sure you were looking right at him when he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.

"You taste so damn sweet. I could eat you out everyday... and I just might," he said the last part with a mischievous smile on his face, making you blush hard.

He leaned down and kissed you. You could taste yourself on him, and it made you moan.

"Belphie, let me taste you," you said when you broke apart for air.

"Not right now MC. Right now I just want to make you feel good. I want to let you know how much you mean to me and how much I love you," he maintained eye contact with you, and you knew what he meant. He still felt like he needed to prove to you that you mattered, so you let him.

You nodded and lightly placed a hand on his cheek, "I love you, Belphegor." He smiled at how you didn't use his nickname. He bent down and gave you a small peck on your lips.

He placed the tip of his dick at your entrance, sliding it up and down to coat himself in your fluids.

"Are you ready MC?" You could see in his eyes that he was asked to make sure that you consenting to this, as well as making sure that you were ready.

You nodded and smiled at him as you pulled him in for another kiss.

He slowly slid the tip in, making you gasp at just how big it felt, even if it was just the tip. He slowly slid in, inch by inch, watching your face to make sure that he wasn't causing you pain.

When he finally sheathed himself inside you, you both let out moans. He stayed still to let you adjust to his size, and you could hear him panting from holding back any movement.

"Belphie... please... move..."

At your request he started a slow pace, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding just as slowly back in. He leaned down and started kissing your neck. Sucking here and there, leaving marks all over your skin that you were sure would be visible to everyone later.

"Belph- nngghh... faster... harder... I need more."

He did as you asked and started to thrust hard, and faster with each thrust, making you moan loudly. He held your hips tightly as he angled his thrusts to hit your pleasure spot.

You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head and you started to feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and Belphie's grunts and moans just pushed you further to the edge.

"Belphie, I... I'm gonna cum."

Hearing that he started pounding into you, trying to reach his release along with yours.

"MC, can I cum inside you?"

All you could do was nod. He thrust a few more times before you plummeted over the edge, "BELPHIE!!!"

Seeing you come undone under him and the feeling of your walls clenching around him, he couldn't hold it any longer and followed you over the edge. He spilled his seed inside you, thrusting a few more times to help both of you ride through your orgasms.

He slowly himself out of you and walked on shaky legs as he went to get some towels from your bathroom to clean you both up. He returned, already haven cleaned himself, he softly cleaned you up and gave you a soft kiss.

He threw the towel somewhere into the bathroom before moving you around to pull the covers out from under you. He laid down beside you before pulling the covers over both of you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I know I can’t control your emotions when you get sad like today, but if there is ever anything I could do to make you feel better, I’ll do it. I don’t like seeing you sad... I'm never going to leave you MC... because I'm never going to let you go," he said as he lovingly look into your eyes.

"I love you too, Belphie, and I am never letting you go either."

He gives you a small peck on the lips before pulling you to lay on his chest as you both fell asleep.

[sculless]

interview meme

——— character question sheet

▌real name:     samuel ‘sam’ william winchester ▌single or taken:    main verse: not single? it’s hard to explain. ( but overall verse dependent ) ▌abilities or powers:    physically  stronger  than  average  human, telekinesis, can exoricize demons with his mind, hell hound control, intermediate witchcraft, and more. ▌eye colour:     dark  brown ▌hair colour:    hazel  ▌family members:                              mother:    mary winchester ,  dead .                              father:    john winchester ,  dead .                              brothers:     dean winchester, adam milligan ( in the cage )                              children:     mateo cash taylor ,  alive . ▌pets:   caligula and perseus ( hell hounds ) ▌something they don’t like:    most supernatural creatures ▌hobbies/activities:    sex, motorcycles, reading, watching documentaries, sex, poker, pool, sex... ▌ever hurt anyone before:    too many people to name and still counting ▌ever killed anyone before:    same ^ ▌animal that represents them:     tiger ▌worst habits:     smoking, putting himself in danger ▌role models:     nobody. ▌sexual orientation:     pansexual . ▌thoughts on marriage/kids:     not crazy about either, even though he does end up married to lilith, and he also has a son. ▌fears:    not much of anything honestly. ▌style preferences:     tshirts, jeans, boots, kutte, riding gloves, leather jacket . ▌someone they love:     nobody. ▌approach to friendships:    he doesn’t approach looking for anything . ▌thoughts on pie:     eh, take it or leave it . ▌favourite drink:    jack and coke . ▌favourite place to spend time at:    hunting, MC clubhouse . ▌swim in the lake or in the ocean:   he’d rather go to the beach but not necessarily in the water . ▌their type:   willing and consenting people . ▌camping or indoors:    indoors .

tagged by:    i stole it from @archedbow tagging:   anyone .

[specialagentlokitty]

NCIS x Reader x Supernatural- Family business

Cross over, the reader is the Winchester’s little sister, and works in Gibbs team. But she gets a phone call, somethings happened....

It’s a long one, be warned.

Warnings: violence, blood, swearing, angst

Final

After 30 minutes they’d arrived at the wearhouse, where sam and dean are being held captive. As they all got up Crowley spoke, “abandoned wearhouse.” He deadpanned.

“Okay guys introductions. This is Cas, Gabriel and lucifer all angels. That’s Crowley king of hell. And the sheriff Jody.” (Y/N) said pointing at each one. “Guys this is my team, Leroy jethro gibbs, Tony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee and Abby.” She said again pointing to each one.

As everyone gathered around the truck of the impala, (Y/N) opened it, propping up the fake compartment, she sat down facing everyone.

“Okay Gabriel, Jody, Gibbs you three are with me. DiNozzo, McGee and lucifer you take the back. Cas, Crowley you and Abby stay here, you guys are look out you know what to do. Crowley are Juliet and growley here?” Clicking his fingers two loud growls tumbled through the parking lot. Making the NCIS team on high alert.

“Calm down they are with us. Is it possible for us to see them for now?” She asked turning to the kind of hell. Clicking his fingers again, two large masses of black smoke, red eyes staring at them, “Juliet is with me, Growley with team two. That okay?” Everyone nodded. (Y/N) sent the other around the back. Crowley, Cas and Abby staying by the cars. Crowley has some men sneak in and break the wardings.

Closing the trunk and getting her angel blade and demon knife in had her, Gibbs, and Gabriel and Jody walked forward. Stopping (Y/N) counted to theee barging in hearing the back door slam. All hell broke loose...

*POV change*

Dean had just gained consciousness again, blinking as his eyes adjusted. His back was killing him, his head throbbing, he was sure he had a few broken ribs and was sporting large cuts and bruises. He faintly caught a low groan looking around he spotted his brother getting up. “Sammy!” He whispered.

Before sam could reply they heard two doors burst open. Hope building in their chests. They heard sounds of a fight, people shouting.

*POV change*

(Y/N) was on a rampage, killing anything that dared to stop her reaching her family. The other handling themselves well, they met the other team halfway. Nodding DiNozzo called Abby saying she could enter.

“Omg..” she whispered.

“Oh (Y/N) darling..” Crowley said.

Cas opting to stay silent. All looking in slight horror at the scene before them. Bodies lay in the floor mangled. No one dared to step near (Y/N) for the look in her eyes was almost animalistic. Blood coated the walls, splattered. Bodies still bleeding, some absolutely mangled. (Y/N) stood shaking, coated in blood, smeared on her face, in her hair, her hands covered. She looked around, taking a deep breath,

“SAMMY! DEAN!” She screamed, as loud as she could. Waiting a few seconds, she heard a shout, sending Juliet and Growley to find out where it came from. They jogged after the hounds. Coming across a large room. Lucifer kicked down the doors. There chained to metal poles, bleeding, cut, bruised.

“Dean, Sammy!” She breathed. “(Y/N)!” She said. Cas quickly getting to work on deans chains, Gabriel on Sams. (Y/N) looked around, pulling out her weapons.

“Well, well, well look who arrived. Good to see you.” Spinning around, they were met with a men in a suit, black hair slicked back, brown eyes turning black when he blinked. His accomplice, wearing a suit had blond hair and blue eyes, shining bright blue. “An angel and a demon working together?”

Grinning the demon flicked his wrist sending them all flying back but (Y/N) the angels trapped in holy fire and everyone else being pinned down.

“What do you want?” She growled, eyes glowing with a Dangerous glint.

“You. Dead.” And he lunged, his own demon blade crashing against (Y/N)s, everyone watching the fight in horror. The pair dodged each other. The demon slamming (Y/N) into a wall, coughing up blood, she grinned wiping it with her thumb. Before slowly getting up lunging to the left before quickly changing to the right, stabbing the demon through the heart. “Bastard!” She hissed kicking his dead body to the floor.

The angel, reading his blade, jumped and the female hunter. Slamming her head into the floor, “(Y/N)!” She heard multiple voices shout. The angel hand on her throat, grinning he leaned down to her ear whispering, “I’m going to kill you slowly.. and make them all watch. Then I’m going to kill your precious angel friends, burn your king. Then I’m going to slowly kill your brothers. And your friends? The sheriff will be quick. The pretty goth, I’ll slit her throat, the the two guy, I’ll burn their eyes out. The the marine, that you seem to like so much, I’ll cut him up slowly, make his death slow and painful. Before telling him how much you loved him. Then send all of you to that friend of yours you left behind.” The angel laughed, grinning. (Y/N) faintly heard the pleas of her friends.

(Y/N) though of each of them;

Tony, and how he’d turn up to the office late at night to keep her company while working.

McGee, and how he’d come over once a week to watch a film.

Abby, and how they did everything together and would joke around.

Ducky, and how he was so polite and she loved his stories.

Crowley, and how he’d pop up for a chat.

Gabriel, and how he’d take her out to cheer her up.

Lucifer, and how he’d protect her.

Cas, and how she taught him everything.

Jody, and how she took (Y/N) in.

Her brothers who where always there for (Y/N). They’d taught everything she knew.

She had so many memories, she couldn’t let them die. She had to protect them. Letting out some of his grace, the shadow of the angels wings, his eyes electric blue. With one last grin, he launched his blade downwards towards he chest. (Y/N) raised hers and met him halfway, the clash of metal deafing. With unseen strength she shoved the angel off, standing up, tears falling from her eyes.

“YOU WILL NOT TOUCH THEM!” She raored. Charging (Y/N) sliced the angel repeatedly, nothing but a blur to anyone.

After a few moments the angel fell to his knees. Grace leaving his body to quick. (Y/N) stood in front of him, eyes of a soldier. She pierced his heart. His scream the last thing they heard. Once he was gone, the holy fire died down. Everyone else being released.

“(Y/N)!” Her brothers shouted as she fell down. Blood pooling around her lips, leaking down her chin. Everyone else rushed around. Crowley leaving to get medical equipment. Tony cut (Y/N)s shirt. There under was a large gash, bleeding way to much. Jody gasped running to check the cars for anything to help. McGee going to help. Dean and Sam both ripped their shirts tying them just above a few other wounds. Abby and Tony putting pressure and he stomach. Gibbs cradling her head, praying she’ll be okay. They angels still waiting for the holy fire to go.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. Dean.. Sammy.. I missed you.. I’m so happy... that... we... fou.. found you...” she coughed up. They stared at they’re baby sister tears clouding their eyes, “you’ll be okay! You’ll be okay. I promise!” Dean said trying not to cry.

“You’ll be okay, and kicking soon! We promise! Your strong! The best hunter we know!” Sam said his tears slowly dripping.

Abby who was sobbing, buried her head into Sams side. Who stiffened but hugged her. Tony trying to fight the tears said nothing but held her wound with dean.

“DONT YOU DARE LET GO (Y/N)! I SWEAR TO MY FATHER I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DIE!” Lucifer screamed.

Gabriel cans Cas jumping in shock. Looking over at him the fallen angel had tears running down his face. Before they started to cry themselves.

When McGee and Jody came running back in with a few blankets. “This is all we can find.” Jody rushed.

Gibbs held out his hand and she gave him one, which he placed under (Y/N)s head. Brushing the hair away from her eyes, his heart breaking.

Crowley came back holding a medical kit giving it to sam, who gave dean some stuff, getting ready to clean the wound. “I’m sorry..” he said before pouring alcohol onto it. (Y/N) screamed,

“STOP. PLEASE.. STOP JUST LET ME DIE JUST LET ME DIE SAMMY IT HURT STOP!!”

Everyone heart breaking even more, ducky heard over the phone. As McGee had called him, started to cry after hearing his daughter figure scream.

Dean started to stitch her wounds. Doing the larger ones first. Everyone jumping as feet pounded to wards them. Sam, Abby, McGee, Tony, Crowley and Jody all moving to let the frantic angels past. Kneeling they all placed a hand on her. Gabriel on her forehead, lucifer on her chest and Cas on her stomach as dean finished the stitch. Trying to heal her, blue surrounding her wounds. Hoping it’ll work, after a few minutes they stopped it wasn’t working. They were going to loose (Y/N).

“It won’t work..” Gabriel whispered. All crying heavily.

“What about father? He might help?”

“He won’t respond.”

“It’s worth a try!” Cas shouted.

“Father, please you have to help her..”

“Dad. Please..”

“Please save her father...”

“Chuck please...”

“Chuck don’t let her go..”

“God..”

Gibbs, Tony, McGee and Abby wall watched as each and every person prayed. Shocked at how much they would do for (Y/N).

*POV change*

Chuck sat strumming his guitar, when he heard someone scream his name.

Lucifer? He listened to them. Each saying something different. But all praying for the sam thing.

*POV change*

They all sat in heavy silence as (Y/N)s breathing became shallow.

“I.. I’m.. s..sorry. I.. lov.. love y.. you guys. S..am and de..dean.... Jody.

A..bby, t..Tony.. mc..gee..” before she could finish lucifer dissapeard and came back with ducky, who sat down with everyone. Crying. “Du..cky... you guys... a..re my fam...ily. B...be bra..ve” she coughed up more blood, but despite everyone’s protest carried on.

“C..as.. gab..e... luc... ifer... t... take care of ev..everyone. Crowley... play.. nice. A..nd gi..bbs..-“ she smiled a little bit, blood pouring from her mouth.

“I.. I really.. like.. you.. I’m sorry.. I never said..” (Y/N) gasped. Raising her hand to everyone’s cheek. Reaching her brothers, she lingered taking in their faces. Glancing at everyone. Before looking up, staight into tearful, ice blue eyes. “Don’t cry...” she whispered. Raising her hand to the marines cheek, moving her thumb a slowly. “I have a right to cry.” He mumbled back. Lower his head to kiss her cheek. Her hand moving down and still in his cheek when he lifts his head up. A stray tear landing on her head. Just as her hand fell limp and her breathing stopped. The only things that can be heard was the sobbing of everyone around her, even the kind was crying.

Before they could move away, a light appears, disappearing leaving chuck standing there.

“Dad” lucifer whispered.

Chuck said nothing as he walked over to them. Kneeling next to the hunters body. He place a hand on her head, a pure white light emitting and covering her. Once he was done, chuck stood up;

“Take care of her” he said before leeaving. Sam picked (Y/N) before walking out with her. Everyone following.

*Few days later*

The angels had left knowing she was okay. They didn’t want to crowd (Y/N). Sam and Dean taking turns watching her. While her team, would sit or read books to learn more. The only one who hadn’t left (Y/N)s room, was Gibbs.

It broke everyone heart to see him like that, even sam and deans. He wouldn’t leave. They’d bring food to him, and the only time he left was to shower.

He’d fallen asleep a few hours ago, Abby left a blanket over him, to keep him warm. Before going back to the library to read. Where she found sam reading. He looked up and smiled before looking down.

“What are you reading.” She asked.

“My fathers book.” He said giving to her. As they told each other, Dean was in the kitchen with Tony drinking a beer. McGee and ducky were asleep.

When (y/n) woke up, she blinked slowly adjusting. Breathing in deeply, moving her fingers. Only to feel someone’s hair, sitting up a bit, she seen a head a silver hair. Smiling she ran her hand through his hair. Stiring the marine from his sleep. When he sat up, he thought he was dreaming. (Y/N) was sat thee with a smile, watching him. And he wouldn’t help himself, he brought her close and hugged her tight. She felt tears leak onto her shirt.

“Shhh. Please don’t cry gibbs I’m okay. I’m okay. We’re okay. Don’t cry.” She whispered.

“You died. I nearly lost you for good.” Gibbs pulled back and looked at her

“Why did you do it? Tell me.” He said.

“He threatened my family, my friends and he threatened you.” She replyed.

(Y/N) smiled a bit. Leaning forward she rested her head on gibbs’ “ I’m okay now.”

“I love you!” Gibbs whispered. (Y/N) stared at him in shock. “I love you too.” She said, gently pressing her lips to his. His hand moving to cup her cheek, the other to her back. As (Y/N) moved one around the back of his neck. The other laid on his chest.

When they pulled apart they smiled, jumping when they heard,

“Yaaaaay! They did it!” They turned to see Abby jumping up and down, before hugging sam. The three angels smiling, Gabriel winking and (Y/N). Crowley, grinning. Ducky, McGee and Tony all wore large smiles. Dean and Sam glaring at Gibbs. Before smiling at their baby sister.

“Can you stand?” Gibbs asked softly.

Nodding, (Y/N) slowly stood using the marine as a support. He wrapped his arm around her waist. Walking her over to her brothers who pulled her into a hug. Abby pulling Gibbs into a hug. Before Abby made them all have a group hug, and take pictures.

The end.

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The Reaper and the Vixen - Chapter One (Eric X Fox)

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Eric cursed loudly as the wrench in his hand slipped and he barked his knuckle hard enough to draw blood.

"Motherfucker!"

He pointedly ignored the snickering coming from behind the Fatboy a few feet away and sucked irritably at the offended knuckle. Grabbing the dropped wrench Eric contemplated throwing it at the happy bastard still laughing at him when he heard his name called.

"Hey, Eric?"

He turned to see a petite blond walking towards them and couldn't stop an answering grin. Tris stopped and leaned against the other bike, smiling down at the happy bastard, her husband Four, when he looked up at her from where he was sitting beside it.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Your dickhead old man keeps laughing at me," Eric grumbled.

Tris rolled her eyes at Four. "Behave Tobias."

Now it was Four's turn to grumble, drawing an smug grin from Eric.

"What do you need?" Eric asked, turning back to his own bike and it’s knuckle-busting engine.

"My cousin's coming down for a few weeks, I was hoping to bring her over."

"Yeah, no problem. She belong to anyone?" There were certain rules to follow when another club's old lady came by, even for a family visit.

"No, she's never really even been around bikes, certainly not any MCs." At Eric's incredulous stare Tris laughed.

"How the hell is she even related to you?"

"You knew my dad had a brother."

"Yeah, Hound had a twin. Identical, right?"

"Yeah. Uncle Tommy took off to university just as daddy started prospecting, became a structural engineer. He's worked all over the world and took his wife and kids with him. Well, now my cousin’s graduated herself and moved to Seattle. She's an architect but isn’t really feeling it in the city."

Eric whistled. "Architect, huh?"

"She did tattooing and body mod on the side for extra scratch during university, and I know Beasley is thinking about retiring; maybe she'll buy the parlour and move down here. She said all she needs for her job is Wifi, so she doesn't need to stay in Seattle."

Eric pondered this quietly. He'd only been the President of The Hessians for a few months, and was still settling into the role. Four was his vice-president and best friend, and Tris' was Four's old lady; even though members of motorcycle clubs were like family, and called each other brother, Eric was especially close to Four and Tris, if anything went awry with her cousin, he'd feel responsible.

"What's her name?"

"Fox. My aunt is kind of a hippy."

Eric nodded. "I'll spread the word, she'll be under my protection when she's here, Four's too. No one will hassle her."

Tris grinned, "she can handle herself, don't worry." Four mumbled something and Tris glanced down at him and nodded.

"I'm sure she'll want some privacy when she's here, would she be able to rent that last unit for a month or so?"

The Hessians owned and ran a number of local businesses for revenue, and one was an apartment complex on the edge of town.

"Pretty sure, just double check with Shaggy that he doesn't have anyone else lined up first."

Tris nodded, pushing gently off the bike she was leaning on and stepped over to Eric. Reaching down she pressed a quick kiss to the top of his head. "Thanks, Eric."

"No problem Cricket, when she getting in?"

"I'll call her and tell her everything's a go. She's driving down, so sometime in the next few days."

Eric chewed his lip and nodded. They were in Northern California, so it wouldn't take long for Fox to drive once she started out.

After Tris left Four poked his head out from behind his bike, his deep-set brown eyes twinkling with merriment. “You’ll have to behave yourself, Reaper.”

"What?" Eric replied, distracted; this motherfucking bolt just wouldn't let go.

"Good genes man. Tris is smokin’ and so’s her cousin. Fox.... is a fox.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re not even listening, okay; but just wait until you see her. And you need to settle down, you’re President now, need an old lady.”

Eric snorted, there was no law that the President needed to be committed to one woman, and he’d never felt the impulse or desire to attach himself to any girl in particular. He had a few preferred house mouses, but none he felt strongly enough about to put his patch on. Four had been on his back to settle down ever since he’d married Tris and Eric didn’t even bother to pay attention anymore. A wrench thumped against his shoulder and Eric snapped his head to glare at Four, knowing instantly that he was responsible. A maniacal grin was his only answer and Eric rolled his eyes with a grunt, turning back to his bike.

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** The clubhouse was noisy, but that was nothing new. Eric was seated at a wooden booth, going over his agenda for tomorrow’s Church. Brothers and their old ladies drifted in and out constantly, and club bunnies moved from lap to lap; the roar and growl of Harley’s outside was a constant, soothing white noise. Doc and Denver were playing some loud car racing game on the Xbox and had attracted a few enthusiastic spectators, while Panhead, Dropkick, Skrill and Busted were around one of the massive flat screens, watching what looked like ’Bridge Over the River Kwai’. Sky was busy behind the bar, popping tops and pouring doubles almost without pause and Eric signalled her for another beer when she had a spare second.

It had been a few days since Tris had spoken to Eric about her cousin, and Eric would have completely forgotten that she was coming if not for Four’s constant yapping. He reminded Eric right now of a Chihuahua darting around and nipping at ankles. His VP had it in his pointed head that Eric and Fox were perfect for each other, but Eric wasn’t convinced. She’d never been around a Motorcycle Club before, and the lifestyle definitely wasn’t for everybody. Fox had travelled the world almost from birth, and according to Tris she spoke like six languages or something; Eric and his modest aspirations weren’t going to impress her any, and to be honest, she sounded a little high maintenance to him anyway. He’d refused to look at any pictures Four tried to show him and rejected any attempts to describe her appearance to him, half to piss Four off and half because he didn’t want to get his hopes up, Four had said that Fox was a fox, but his type was petite blondes and Eric’s jeans didn’t tighten for that, more than likely Fox was going to be a doll-like waif like Tris. In other words, not Eric’s flavour.  

Eric’s thoughts had almost completely returned to the agenda in front of him when he heard the clubhouse door open and Four call his name. There was a singsong quality to the peckerwood’s voice and that could only mean that Tris’ cousin was finally here. Better to get this over with, introduce himself and welcome her politely then go back to his business before Four could orchestrate any matchmaking shit.

Dropping his pen Eric pushed off the table to stand, bending backwards for a moment to the chorus of his spine popping satisfactorily; shit, he needed to drop this paperwork and go for a long ride to loosen up. Taking a deep breath he turned and froze. Standing beside Tris, looking around the clubhouse with curious eyes was an angel, and Eric felt like he’d suddenly been kicked in the guts.

Eric was so immediately taken with Fox that he didn’t even react to Four’s smug ‘I told you so’ expression. His heart hammered painfully in his chest and he went instantly, almost painfully hard in his jeans. Thank god there was enough going on around the clubhouse that probably no one would look down and notice his raging hard-on. Eric was mesmerized by Fox, the attraction only growing as she and Tris moved closer; it seemed others had noticed the stunning visitor as well and Eric felt a sudden violent possessiveness, a flare of jealousy that others were eyeing Fox up like starving men at a banquet. He wanted to whirl towards his brothers and snarl like a wolf, staking his claim.

Her hair was a vibrant auburn, cascading in a long, wavy mane down her back and her cat-like eyes reminded him of kaleidoscopes, a captivating mix of brown and amber, framed by lush lashes. His fingers itched to cup her heart-shaped face, to reach out and trace along her curves. Dressed in a simple pair of skinny jeans and tank top, Eric could see that she was absolutely his type, curvy and tall; a modern Marilyn Monroe, generous ass and breasts to fill his hands and he felt a visceral shiver down his spine. Jesus Christ. Four bobbed into his line of sight behind them, grinning like the cat that got the canary.

What really got Eric though, what really hooked him was the flash of fire in her gaze. He saw intelligence and spirit in her mysterious eyes, the beginnings of an excited grin on her luscious lips as she took in all the activity around her. Her eyes lingered especially long on the bookshelves in the reading corner; a space admittedly used more for fooling around on the armchairs than actual reading. Her eyes met Eric’s finally and widened, surprise flickering through them. She glanced at Tris and said something, making Tris grin in return, nodding her head. Eric wondered briefly if Fox had been hearing the same about him from Tris, the same matchmaking rubbish he’d been getting from Four.  

His palms were sweating and Eric couldn’t remember ever feeling this nervous around a girl before, even when he’d been a boasting, posturing man-child trying to charm his way into his first pair of jeans he’d never been this affected; what the fuck?

Tris quirked her mouth as she watched him, knowing him well enough to see these emotions on his face, while to those that didn’t know Eric he looked expressionless and almost impassive, Eric knew by the flicker in Tris’ eyes that she could see exactly how he was currently being affected by her cousin. Her doofus husband, currently appearing and reappearing behind her and Fox like a Whack-A-Mole could see it too. Eric needed to get himself under control before any of his brothers could look too closely at him either. He drew in a deep breath as the women reached him.

“Eric, this is my cousin, Fox. Fox, this is our friend and the club president, Eric Coulter.” Amusement sparkled in her eyes and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

Fox glanced at her cousin then looked back at Eric. She was even more breathtaking up close, her eyes like gemstones, smouldering with trapped fire. Eric saw a tiny nose stud winking in her right nostril, and a small labret was just visible beneath her full bottom lip; he’d always had a thing for piercings.

Realizing he’d yet to say anything, that he probably looked like installation art standing here Eric jolted slightly, clearing his throat and extended his hand. “Uh, hi.” Smooth, Reaper, smooth.

Fox’s hand was warm and strong, her touch igniting a thrill of heat in Eric’s muscles; she bit her bottom lip somewhat nervously and Eric had to fight the sudden impulse to bite it for her.

“Hello. Thank you for letting me come by.”

“No problem.”

Fox glanced around; the boys had mostly gone back to their activities but the air was charged with male energy; Eric definitely wasn’t the only one in the clubhouse who’d noticed Fox and Eric could see her slight trepidation.

“You’re safe,” he hurried to calm her. “You’re under mine and Four’s protection when you’re here, no one will bother you.”

“Four?”

“Me, dahling,” Four chirped, moving to Tris’ side.

Fox looked back to Eric and asked, “why do you call him Four?”

“It’s this handsome idiot’s road name,” Tris explained, jerking a thumb at her husband. “Here in the club we usually go by our road names. I’m Cricket, Tobias is Four and Eric is Reaper.”

“Why Four though?”

Eric couldn’t stop a smirk. “Because Toby here thought he was so tough when we were prospecting, he picked a fight with Jellyroll, one of our more uh..... rotund brothers and got four teeth knocked out for his trouble.”

Fox looked startled, turning back towards Four with a raised eyebrow. Tris, although she knew the story already, grinned and matched her, rounded on him too, both women eyeballing Four now.

Four had the grace to blush. “Yeah,” his hand came up and rubbed his jaw reflectively. “Thank Christ ol’ Doc Stevin’s was still around then, grabbed my chin and stabbed all four back up into my gums, told me down a glass of whiskey and quit picking fights like a jackass. Saved all four of them.” He flashed a dazzling grin at the women, earning an dual eye roll.

Eric cleared his throat, reluctantly drawing his eyes away from Fox’s face. “So, you get settled in the apartment yet?”

Fox shook her head. “No, Tris and uh... Four brought me straight here.”

“Why don’t you take Fox over and show her the apartment?” Four grinned.

A sudden flash of heat shot through Eric, he’d like nothing better right now, but the faint flicker of fear in Fox’s eyes gave him pause, hurt him far worse than it should have. She was afraid? What... of him?

Tris elbowed Four irritably and wrapped her arm around Fox’s waist. “I’ll take you over, honey. Four the asshat can stay here and calm the hell down.” She glared daggers at her husband and he raised his hands in surrender.

“Sorry Foxy,” he grinned, trying to charm his way back in. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Tris’ll take you over, then you’re invited over for supper at our place; I’m thinking barbeque.” His dancing brown eyes swiveled to Eric. “You’re invited too.”

Another pang shot through Eric. “Only if that’s okay with Fox.”

Fear flickered in her eyes again, but Eric was comforted to see relief as well. “Sure uh, I mean, if you want to.... you probably have something planned here,” her eyes flickered over the circling club bunnies, one was currently being welcomed to sit on Panhead’s lap and Eric felt a jerk of near panic, she didn’t think that was all he did, right? She didn’t think he just sat around letting loose women grind on him? In truth, he’d had his fair share of the bunnies but it had never meant anything before, to him or the bunnies; he was a brother and they made the rounds, that was just how MCs worked.

The Hessians weren’t a club that abused or exploited their women though, not like some clubs out there, the bunnies were free to mingle and draw their own lines and any brother that crossed that line was dealt with harshly; respect for women and children was paramount here, many of the brothers had old ladies and kids and in many ways, the clubhouse itself was like Vegas, what happened there never went out the doors. Inside it was only consenting adults and no-strings-attached fun. A sudden bolt of realization hit Eric, he would cheerfully never touch another bunny again, or even look their way if Fox stayed, if she stopped glancing at him with fear in her eyes and looked at him with attraction instead. The insight made something akin to butterflies dance in his stomach.

He shook his head, managed an easy grin, belying the anxiety glowing in his chest. “Nothing here, I’d love to.”

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** Eric rolled over the next morning with a groan.

Supper last night had been exquisite torture. One thing Four could do extremely well was barbeque, so the food was awesome but Eric had been a bundle of nerves all night. Fox was clearly fighting some sort of battle about him, but Eric had no idea if it was attraction as strong as his or not. She’d been reserved and hesitant all evening, answering his questions easily enough but not relaxing fully either.

Eric had stayed a gentleman all night, clamping down hard on his desires, his want, shit, his need to feel if Fox’s skin was as soft as it looked, if her lips were as luscious tasting as they appeared. His body ached to pull her against him, feel her pressed to him and bury his head in her throat, nip along her pulse point and see if that freed the animal he sensed lurked beneath. He’d never wanted someone so badly before and it had taken all his strength not to make a move last night, to try and nudge Fox into something more, but he’d held off, not wanting to screw this up before it had a chance to grow.

It had taken an endless cold shower when he’d gotten home to calm his throbbing cock, his thoughts clouded with Fox writhing beneath him, riding him rough as he’d stroked himself to the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had, his seed spilling over his hand and onto the shower floor in strong pulses. It hadn’t worked, hadn’t bled off his want, if anything, Eric wanted Fox even more now, just knowing she’d be even hotter in bed than his fantasies.

He was in trouble.

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** The next few weeks were like death of a thousand cuts. Fox didn’t come by the clubhouse very often, and only with Tris in tow. She spent a lot of time down at Beasley’s tattoo parlour, doing the occasional body mod and tattoo. It sounded like she was seriously considering buying the business and Eric’s heart hammered with the thought that she might be moving down here permanently. But she stayed distant with him, eyeing him quietly with that same glimmer of fear and Eric made himself stay away from her. Four and Tris were equally puzzled, both by Fox’s apparent fear and Eric’s restraint.

“Why is she afraid of me?” Eric finally asked one afternoon down at the clubhouse. He’d pulled an Adirondack chair into the shade of one of the larger trees and was trying to relax, sipping a beer and letting the cheerful noise of the club surround him. Many of the families were over today, and children squealed and laughed with delight as they raced around, as their leather-clad fathers and uncles chased them teasingly, men with tattooed knuckles and knives in their boots, who turned to mush around children, who were members of the local Boys and Girls club, guiding the newest generation when they had no one else to look up to. First Hammer and now Eric had worked hard to preserve the club’s reputation in the town. If you were family, you were safe; if you tried to harm said family, you got hurt. A spontaneous family picnic had sprung up today and it looked like Tris and a few other old ladies were gathering a lunch together.

Four shrugged from his own chair, a bottle of beer held loosely in his hand; he and Tris’ own four-year old son Evan was racing around with his buddies, stopping by sporadically to dive bomb either his father or uncle Eric before dashing off again with a squeal.

“I don’t know. Tris has asked her outright, and she won’t say why; just gets red-faced and changes the subject.”

“Someone treat her wrong?” Eric’s blood boiled at the very thought.

Another shrug. “I don’t know, it was hard to keep up with that family, they were forever moving from country to country, from new project to new project, I mean her dad’s like one of the top engineers in the world and always getting called to consult on or build something, and then Fox was so busy once she hit university Tris barely heard from her at all. How the hell they’ve managed to stay so close is a goddamn woman’s mystery to me.” He stared contemplatively at his beer for a beat. “You got it bad for her?” It wasn’t really a question.

Eric exhaled hard. “Yeah, and it’s tearing me the fuck apart. It’s like she’s afraid I’m going to go all caveman on her and start knocking her around. I’ve tried to talk to her, but I don’t want to push too much and make it worse.... maybe it’s just not meant to be.”

Four sighed, “I’m sorry man, I got your hopes up with her. I really thought you’d hit it off; I mean, she’s always been so fun and carefree until now.... come to think about though, I’ve never really heard of her with anyone, maybe she is gun-shy because of something.” He picked idly at his beer label. “If Tris can’t even get it out of her though, I don’t think you ever will.”

Eric nodded heavily, swallowing a mouthful of beer. Nothing would soothe the current ache in his heart and he wondered, not for the first time, why he cared so goddamn much. He’d never lack for bed-mates, not being president and possessing a body that the bunnies couldn’t seem to stop drooling over, but he didn’t want that anymore. He wanted Fox and the sudden clarification of his desire stole his breath. It was like his life had a line of demarcation now, Before Fox and After Fox.

Four watched him, reading Eric’s thoughts clearly and looked back down at his hands.

“Uncle Eric!” Evan shrieked, leaping in the air towards his hulking uncle. Although not blood related, Evan had always called Eric uncle; and with ease born of practise, Eric stood up rapidly and caught the little munchkin mid-leap, spinning them in a circle and roaring like a lion, making the boy squirm in his grip and howl with laughter. Coming to a stop Eric gently crushed Evan to his chest, forever mindful of his strength, and ruffled the boy’s hair.

“Uncle, stop!” Evan yelled, small grubby hands clawing at Eric’s.

“Hey,” Eric chuckled. “You attacked me, remember.” He set the struggling boy down and grinned, resting his fists on his hips.

The boy mirrored him, scowling. “No!”

“No what?” Eric laughed, seeing Four chuckling behind his pint-sized son.

“No messin’ hairs!”

“No messin’ hairs?”

“No!”

“Okay.”

Jerking his chin up Evan nodded. “Okay.”

Eric held his serious expression for as long as he could, about 1.4 seconds, then dropped into a crouch and started laughing, pulling Evan into his arms again. Evan never could resist Eric’s laugh and he started giggling too. Eric stood again, resting Evan on his hip and grinned at him.

“You having fun?”

“Yeah! Stormy and Jason and Mackenzie and I are playing!”

Eric set him down again gently and gave him a soft push towards the other children. “Well, go play then!”

With a whoop Evan took off and Eric collapsed back in the chair with a groan.

“You’re good with him.” Four remarked. “You always have been.”

“You’re surprised?”

Four shook his head. “Not at all, I just hope you get some of your own soon, they’ll be lucky kids.”

Rarely was Four this serious or introspective and it struck Eric right in the feels. To cover up his brother’s sudden kindness he nodded to him and raised his beer, hoping Four would stop with this sudden meditation before he made him fuckin’ cry.

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Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 26

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, murder (sort of SOA canon), character torture. This part is a little dirty, y’all.

Word Count: 5,000

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist    Aesthetic by @ravenangel33​

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As Jax pulled into your driveway, bringing you and your newborn son home from the hospital, you saw Crowley waiting for you on the porch.

“Wonder what he wants.” Jax said as he pulled the SUV the two of you had recently bought toward the garage.

“Welcome home his new nephew, possibly. He didn’t swing by the hospital at all.” Jax shrugged as you zipped your jacket up, grabbed the strap of the diaper bag and got out of the car.

“Welcome home, kitten. I trust you’re feeling well?” You looked up at him as Jax grabbed the car seat and nodded.

“Good as I can be after 18 hour labor.” He nodded slightly as the two of you walked up the steps.

“Finally settle on a name?” He asked as he looked at your son. Jax nodded as he held the car seat up a little higher.

“We did just this morning. After 9 months of debates, we decided on John Filip after our fathers and a good friend from Charming.” You smiled at the choices you had agreed on and went to take a step toward the door to get out of the snow and freezing cold but Crowley put his hand out in front of you.

“Love the meaning behind the names. I have some business to discuss with the pair of you quickly. This ‘Juice’ character has been dealt with.” He said as he pulled out a folder from his coat pocket and handed it to Jax. “Painful and messy; proof is there. The message that it was from SAMCRO was given to him and only him. No evidence was left behind.” Jax set down the car seat on the porch and opened the folder. You knew right away what he had found to complete the job.

“Werewolf?” You asked as you looked up at him and he nodded with a laugh.

“Can’t get anything past a Winchester. Now, as for Clay and Gemma. Getting hellhounds into a prison is not difficult for me to do; however, I know both of you would love to be the ones behind the bullet, so to speak.” You and your husband both nodded slowly.

“Where are you going with this.” Jax asked. Crowley smiled and chuckled.

“Using the werewolf gave me an idea I think you would both find pleasurable. Shape shifters.” The concept clicked in your head and a giant smile spread across your face.

“Can you pull it off?” You asked excitedly. Crowley’s smile dropped and he looked at you with mock annoyance.

“Really, darling; must you insult me?”

“So what, you’d put shape shifters in the cells that look like Clay and Gemma and bring the real people to us?” Jax asked and Crowley nodded.

“And kill off the shape shifters immediately with hell hounds so they can’t shift into someone else.” You and Jax looked at each other for only a second before looking back at Crowley.

“Do it.” You said simultaneously.

“Wonderful. Get settled in; I’ll be round in an hour. I’ll call first so Lyla can distract Thomas.” You nodded as Crowley bent down, snapped a little teddy bear into his hand and tucked it into the carseat beside your sleeping son. “A gift from Uncle Ree, little John.” He stood up and smiled at the newborn before disappearing.

“Talk about a welcome home present.” Jax said as he picked up the car seat and headed inside.

“Now the fun question is how are we gunna do it? We’re home!” You called out; receiving a screech from your son from upstairs. The two year old ran as fast as he could to the gate to wait for you to come up.

“Is that my brudder?” He asked as he wrapped his little hands around the banisters and looked down at you.

“That’s your brother. Did you tell Uncle Opie and Aunt Lyla what his name is?” You asked as you headed up the stairs, even though they already knew. Your oldest son looked up at Ope and Lyla with a big grin.

“That’s my brudder, John. I’m big brudder now.” He said proudly as he stepped away from the gate to let you and Jax through.

“John Filip. Spelt the way Chibs spells it.” You said as the five of you headed toward your room.

“I picked Filip, She picked the spelling.” Jax said as you sat down on the far side of the bed. Opie put Thomas up next to you as Jax put the car seat on the bed. “So we ran into Crowley on the porch.” He told your friends as he picked his tiny son up proudly.

“Yea, he was here for a little bit before you got home. Said he needed to run something by you.” Lyla said as Jax gently handed her his youngest.

“Yea and he gave me this.” Jax said as he handed Opie the folder. “Proof of delivery of Juan Ortiz.” Ope’s eyebrows flew too his hair line as he opened the folder and leafed through the photos.

“This is brutal.” He said as he handed Jax back the folder.

“He was given the message that it was from the MC and got what he deserved.” Jax said as he walked over and put the folder in the top drawer of his dresser so it could be put in the safe in the basement later. “He also had an idea.” He sat down on his side of the bed and Opie and Lyla sat down at the end.

“So he is gunna get some shape shifters and drop them in… the other hit’s cells.” You said as you glanced down at your son, knowing that he would recognize his grandparent’s names. Jax did the same and continued in code.

“He’s gunna bring the real marks here so they can meet Mr. Mayhem in person and he’s gunna send in the mutts to clean up the other end so they can’t give it away.”

“When?” Ope asked as Lyla passed him your son to hold for a bit.

“Hour; before the boys get here. So Lyla if you don’t mind distracting…?” You said and she nodded vigorously. 

“Absolutely. I’m not good with… stuff.” You smiled as Thomas got up and walked over to Opie.

“Can I have my brudder now?” He said as he put his hands on his hips. Ope smiled as Jax reached out and grabbed his son by the sides.

“What do you say?” He asked his son as he pulled him to sit back against the pillows. Ope passed John to you as your oldest sighed.

“Pwease.” You smiled as you laid John in Thomas’ arms with Jax’s help. You smiled as you looked at the two little loves of your life.

“Wait, I wanna get a picture. Don't look up at me stay just like that.” Lyla said as she jumped off the bed to stand at the end. You stayed put with a smile on your face until you heard the click.

“Alright, let me see.” You said as you reached out for your friends phone. She handed it over with a smile. You leaned back against the pillows as Jax leaned over behind Thomas to look and your heart instantly melted. 

Both of you were looking down at Thomas and John. You had your hand on top of Thomas’ resting on John’s side and Jax had one hand on Thomas’ shoulder and the other on John’s head. Some of Jax’s blonde hair was hanging in his face and you could honestly say you had never seen him look that happy before.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Jax said as he looked away from the picture to look up at you. You looked over at him and smiled as you handed Lyla her phone back.

“You happy?” You asked as you pushed the fallen strands back behind his ear.

“Never been happier, babe.” He leaned forward and gave you a chaste kiss before sitting back and looking at his sons.

“Just call us when you’re ready.” Ope said softly as he ushered his wife out of the room.

“I want one.” She told him softly and you giggled as you looked at your boys.

—— 

“So the boys are three hours out and Crowley is on his way. We’re all set on my end.” You said as you stepped out on the back porch and laid your mug of hot chocolate on the arm of your chair. You looked at Opie, who was building a small fire in the fire pit you had pulled up onto the porch and gave him a small nod before looking over at Jax. You could see that he only partially heard what you had said just by the look on his face. He wanted revenge and you could tell he was almost excited to get it. He leered down at the porch railing at the various tool and weapons he had there; plotting and planning the demise of Clay and Gemma.

“Lyla has Tommy in his room watching ‘Aladdin’ . She’ll call me if the baby wakes up.” You nodded at him as you heard the settling of chairs in the snow in front of you.

“Baby? What baby?” Gemma’s voice called out. You looked up toward the sound. Hate, rage and joy filled your heart as you looked at your two in-laws, tied to chairs in your backyard and an evil smile crossed your face.

“No. See, you don’t get to ask questions about my children, ‘mom’.” You sneered as you walked to the edge of the porch. “You lost that chance months ago when you tried to have it killed.” She looked at you, shocked and put on an act of offense.

“What?! I did nothing…”

“Don’t lie!” Jax growled at her as you pulled your your gun from the small of your back and fired a shot through the meaty part of her left arm. Her cry of agony echoed with the shot over your property as you walked down the stairs to stand in front of her.

“See, Gemma. Here’s the deal. We all know you are lying right now. After all, you did sign off on JT’s murder all those years ago…” Tears filled her eyes as they shot up to her son on her porch. Jax simply glared at her with a look of pure hate and disgust. 

“Jackson…I-I didn’t…”

“Save it.” You told her as you crouched down in front of her. “He read the letters; all of them. You were right to have been worried about them.” She glared back down at you with all the hate she had. You simply smiled, raised your gun and pointed it at her face. 

“Oh, I know what you must be thinking. ‘You did this to take my babies away, you stupid gash.’ But I gotta say, that’s only partially true. You see, I never wanted to take him away from you. I would never, ever purposely hurt my husband and my family like that by just showing him letters that showed what kind of mother you are. But you kinda forced my hand, Gem. Because you made me show him those letters… after he saw the video of you trying to make a deal with a demon to kill his wife and unborn child, I had no choice.” Her face dropped and you laughed. 

“Yea, he saw that too. He also heard the voicemail that Clay left for the cartel assassin to have him killed.” You said as you glanced over at you father-in-law. He kept looking forward but he tightened his hands into fists as you got up and stood in front of him. “Just so you know, that 30k bought us a new car, so thanks for that.”

“What do you want?!” Gemma shouted. You giggled and walked back over to her with a shake of your head.

“I don’t want anything for you. You’ve already given me what I want.” You told her as you pulled the collar of your shirt down and tapped your gun against your crow. “Now, I would love to stay and chat; maybe show off a little something I learned in the eight years I spent in hell but my cocoa is getting cold and… well, no one likes cold cocoa.” You smiled as you fired another bullet into the fatty part of her right arm and looked up at Crowley who was standing behind the two of them.

“Photo evidence of the other half of this transaction are on their way. Anything else?” He said over Gemma’s sobs. You gave him a short nod and gestured to the two prisoners with your gun.

“Can you put a heater down here or something? Don’t want to lose them to the weather. And their voices; well, my kids don’t need to hear them so we could do without those as well.” Crowley nodded as you headed back up to the porch. You stopped in front of Jax, who you knew was only seeing red as he looked at the two people who had raised him. “They are all yours. You got about two hours.” He finally looked at you with a slight look of confusion.

“You’re not taking her?” You shook your head and cupped his cheek in your gloved palm.

“No, baby. She only tried to kill me. She actually killed your dad. That’s your revenge to take. I get mine by watching her suffer.”

“Fuck, you’re just as secretly twisted as I am.” He said as he gave you a chaste kiss and grabbed a pair of pliers. “Let me know when I’m running out of time.” You nodded as you pulled off your gloves and walked over to the fire place. You sat down on the edge of you chair next to Ope to warm up as Jax dropped his winter jacket on the porch and headed down the steps.

“I was hoping to see what you had learned in hell.” Crowley said as he snapped a seat on your other side.

“Yea, well it’s not my revenge to take. Beside’s that, I’m not big into the torture game, anyways unless I’m trying to get information.” You picked up your mug, sat back in your chair and smiled over at the King of Hell. “That and it’s more fun to torture demons. You guys are human shaped glow sticks.” You smiled into your mug and Crowley chuckled as a demon appeared with a folder similar to the one the pictures of Juice came in.

“Yes, well I would appreciate if you wouldn’t torture my demons for the light show, kitten.” He said as he flipped through the photos before handing it over to you. “Now, I have some other business to take care of. You have a pair of guards out front and this one will be stationed roughly an hour away. He will let you know when Sam and Dean are close and they will clean up any mess you need them too.” You smiled at him as he stood up and looked down at you. He hesitated just a little longer than usual and a wave of unease washed over you.

“Shit… what?” His eyebrows arched and he shook his head as he bent down to kiss your cheek.

“Nothing, darling. Simply… admiring your radiant glow.” He disappeared and you shook your head.

“What was that?” Ope asked.

“I don’t know.” You said as you looked at the empty chair left next to you.

“You don’t think he would turn us in…?” He inquired nervously. You shook your head and looked over at your friend.

“No. He sees the boys as his family which means we are his family. He won’t betray us. That look…” you said gesturing to where he had been standing moments before. “… means something is wrong with one of my brothers or there is a supernatural problem. He feels guilty he can’t warn me.” 

“Why can’t he warn you?” You sighed and took a sip of your drink, letting the hot liquid warm you from the inside in the below freezing temperature.

“I told him not to. I’m not a hunter anymore, Ope. I know me well enough to know that if I knew about all the evils my brothers were facing every day, I would want to help. I won’t do that to my family. I won’t let my sons be raised the way I was… I can’t. We just got them some semblance of normal getting out of Charming, I’m not gunna throw them back into chaos if I can avoid it.”

“What are you two talking about?” Jax asked as he walked up the steps. He dropped a few tools in a bloody pile at the top of the stairs and grabbed his pack of cigarettes.

“Something’s going on with Sam and Dean and I was just tellin’ Ope why I won’t dig into it.” Jax, knowing your reasoning already, handed you the now blood covered pack of smokes.

“Light me one, babe.” He said as he put his Zippo on the arm of the chair before showing you the blood covering his latex glove covered hands. “Well, boys will be here in a few hours, you can ask them if you want.” You shook your head as you held the lit cigarette up to him. He bit it between his teeth while you lit one for yourself.

“Nope, I know myself too well for that. I’ll either hear about it when it gets too extreme or when it’s all done.” You took a long drag of the first cigarette you had in nine month and sighed. “God, you two have no idea how good that tastes.” The men chuckled as Jax collected more tools and his knife from the railing.

“We spent time in prison, we know.” Ope said. You shook your head and looked over at him as you pointed at him with the smoke.

“You have no idea. People don’t smoke around you in prison. I’ve been around you assholes smoking every day for the last 9 months. That’s like the cock tease to end all cock teases right there.”

“No, babe. The cock tease to end all is how we got our newest addition.” Jax said around his cigarette through grit teeth. He stopped at the top of the steps with a smirk. “So it serves you right.”

“You got another kid out of it and a cute one at that!” You called out to him as he headed back down the stairs. You looked up at the bloody mess in front of you and sighed. “I hope this gives him the closure he needs.” You said softly as you watched your husband take a screw driver and slam it into Clay’s knee. Clay’s face contorted and he opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. You glanced at Gemma who was silently sobbing as she watched her husband and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“It will. This is how Jax gets his closure.” You nodded at your friend as you took another drag off your smoke. You remained quiet for the rest of the two hours as Jax went back and forth inflicting the pain he felt fit the personal crimes the Morrow’s had committed against him and his family. 

Jax used every tool in his arsenal; from knives to common household tools, salt and bleach. Alternating back and forth from offender to offender; more Clay then Gemma. Sometimes he spoke; voicing the dark thoughts in his mind or happy family memories he shared with his son or real father. Every word maliciously chosen to inflict as much damage as the bleeding wounds and open holes on the bodies. He never once gave them the satisfaction of knowing the gender or name of his youngest child.

You couldn’t look away; like a car accident that was careening out of control. You didn’t notice Opie get up and head inside or the demon that popped in at the beginning of the second hour to check on progress. You couldn’t feel the cold seeping into your bones as the fire died down. All you could focus on was how much pain your husband was in because of the family members that tried to take everything from him.

“Mrs. Teller?” A small, male voice said as Jax was standing over Clay’s dead body. The mutilated flesh looked so foreign against the crisp white snow that surrounded the rest of the backyard. The blood that pooled at your husband’s feet had started to freeze long ago. You forced yourself to look away; taking a moment to realize it was the first time you had moved a muscle in over two hours. You nodded as a young, black eyed man stepped over at you. “Sam Winchester just past the hour away mark.” You nodded as you went to look back at Jax before the demon’s words permeated the fog you appeared to be in.

“Wait, just Sam?” The demon nodded and you stood up. “Alright, thanks.” You said as you cracked your neck and back. “Jax, time to wrap up.” He nodded as he looked back at his mother. His chest, now bare and blood splattered, heaved from the adrenaline that had coursed through him. He pulled out the gun in the small of his back and cocked it. You stood up with a sigh as the Glock shook in his hand. Gemma, a fighter like she always was, tried to look up at her son and you could see the resolve in Jax break. With a small sigh, you stepped off the porch and walked over at him. As gently as you could, you wrapped your hand around his and took the gun. He looked up at you and you gave him a small nod. “I got it.”

“Together.” He said as he shifted to stand behind you, holding your hand and the gun in his hand. He slipped his finger over yours on the trigger as you aimed the gun at Gemma. She looked up at the two of you and with the smallest nod and a single tear, you squeezed the trigger as Jax’s simply hovered in place. You both stood there for a moment, saying good bye to a huge part of you life before you turned toward Jax.

“Let’s get you inside and cleaned up, baby.” He put his wrist under your chin and tiled your head up to look at him. As you searched his tear filled blue eyes, his own searching yours with so many various emotions, you took a deep breath and brushed his blood stained blonde hair back behind his ear. “I know.” He pulled you in for hug, holding you tight as he buried his face in your neck. You could feel his tears falling on your skin and your heart broke for him. The two of you stayed there until the cold finally got to him and you pulled yourself back. 

“Go get cleaned up, baby. Sam is an hour out. Leave your sneakers and your jeans at the top of the basement stairs so I can get the blood out. I’ll be up in a second.” He nodded as he ripped off the latex gloves and cupped your cheeks in his hands.

“I love you so fucking much, (Y/N). I’ll never let anyone hurt you or our boys.” You smiled as you reached between his arms and brushed his tears away with your thumbs.

“I love you too, baby. So much more than I could ever put into words.” He nodded in agreement as he pulled you in for a gentle kiss. After a moment, he pulled back and sighed. With one final glance down at Gemma and Clay, he crinkled his nose slightly and spit on the ground between their heads. Without another word, he headed into the house to get cleaned up. 

“I have a list of the shit he used, please clean the blood off it all and give everything to Crowley to return.” You said to the demon that was still standing on the porch as you gathered all of your husband’s blood covered clothes to bring down to the basement. “Make sure that there is no blood left in the snow or on the porch and I want photos of this.” The man nodded at you as you grabbed your forgotten cocoa mug, the folder of pictures of the shape shifters to add to the safe and the pack of cigarettes.

“Burn or bury the bodies?” He asked as you opened the door. You glanced back and scoffed.

“Burn them in the fires of hell where they belong. Crowley got the souls as payment for this.”

——

“We named him John.” You said softly as you laid your newborn son gently in your brother’s arms. “After dad and Jax’s dad. Birthday is November 14th.”

“I like it.” Sam said as he settled back against the couch. “I know he would like that, too.” He smiled down at his nephew, his dimples visible a mile away as Thomas climbed up next to him.

“That’s my brudder, Unca Sam.” He said as he kneeled on the couch. Your brother chuckled and ruffled your son’s hair.

“Yea he is kiddo, and you’re gunna be the best big brother ever, aren’t you?” Thomas nodded as Jax strolled into the room, his wet hair slicked back and beads of water glistening on his bare chest. He had been in the shower for nearly an hour and you knew him well enough to know that that was his was of decompressing the heavy shit he had dealt with that day.

“He looks like (Y/N).” Your husband claimed as he sat down on the arm rest of the couch next to you. He put his hand on your back in-between your shoulder blades.

“I can see it. It’s funny that the boys are the exact opposite on who they look like.” Sam said as he looked up at you. “Tommy looks like Jax with your eyes and vice versa for John.” You nodded as you rested your arm on Jax’s leg.

“See I see Jax in both boys,” you said as you looked at your sons. “but I guess that’s just a mom thing.” Sam nodded in agreement and the room fell silent. You glanced up at your husband for a moment and almost as if he could read your mind, he nodded.

“Hey son, why don’t you go see if Aunt Lyla needs help with dinner? It would help mommy out a lot.” Thomas, who loved cooking with Lyla, practically flew off the couch toward the kitchen while calling out her name. You rubbed your husband’s knee and took a deep breath as Sam looked up at you.

“I don’t wanna know what, I just wanna know if he’s OK?” Sam sighed as he put his ankle on his knee and ran his free hand through his long brown hair.

“He’s…sick.” You sighed as you rested your elbows on your knees.

“I’m guessing it’s not the kinda sick Cas can just zap away either?” Your brother shook his head slowly and looked down at John to avoid eye contact.

“Crowley and Dean got themselves in a sticky situation but we’re handling it. We are at the point where we even have Crowley’s witch mother involved.”

“Oh shit…” You groaned as you got up from the couch. You walked over to the fireplace, fighting against your natural instincts to find out more. “How’s that working out for you?” Sam huffed a laughed and looked up at you with a half mouth smirk.

“I spend half my days in Scotland and half my days in England listening to one squawk about the other. How do you think it’s going?” You rolled your eyes in sheer annoyance and smiled.

“Serves you idiots right, gettin’ in way above your pay grade.” You looked over at Jax, tossing the next question around in your head but Sam cut your thought off at the knees.

“I won’t tell you even if you ask.” You looked over at him curiously and he shook his head. “You’re my best friend, (Y/N), I know that look. You’re out and I’m keeping you out. You got two boys, a husband, a job and a house. I won’t let you come back for this. We’ve dragged you through enough… I’ve got this one. It’s not pretty, harder than what we have seen before but not impossible.” The two of you looked at each other for a moment, having a silent conversation that could reach the greatest depths of the oceans with just micro face expressions. With a sigh, you threw your hands up and sighed.

“Fine… just bring him back in one piece, OK?” Sam nodded as Thomas came running back in the room.

“Nn-t Ly says it dinner time.” You smiled at your little boy as Jax jumped off the couch.

“Dinner time?! It’s dinner time?!” He exclaimed as he picked your son up, and threw him over his shoulder. You heard your son burst into a fit of giggles as Jax blew a raspberry on his side and headed into the dining room. You looked over at Sam.

“Do I need to be worried about the issues behind why De is sick.” Your brother shook his head as he got up and met you half way with John.

“We got it all handled already. Just trying to dig out of the grave we dug and staying out of the grave at the end of the day.” You looked up at your brother and sighed before you rolled your eyes and headed toward the dining room.

“Crowley was right. You two are flannel clad morons sometimes.”

Part 27

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Yearning for him feels like the definition of insanity, but there’s no denying the heat in his touch and the wicked promise is his stare. PLEASE ME: A Stark Ever After Novella by Julie Kenner Each day with Damien is a miracle, each moment with our children a gift. And yet I cannot escape the growing sense that a storm is gathering, threatening to pull me away, to rip us apart. To drag me down, once again, into a darkness to which I swore never to return. I have to fight it—I know that. And I am waging the battle with of all my heart. But it is Damien who is my strength, and we both know that the only way to push away the darkness is for him to fold me in his arms and claim me completely. And for me to surrender myself, once again, to the fire that burns between us. Every Dark Nights tale is breathtakingly sexy and magically romantic.   Purchase your copy of BUNDLE 22 today! Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU Check out the authors: Rachel Van Dyken | Lexi Blake | Jennifer L. Armentrout | J. Kenner -------------------   1001 Dark Nights Bundle 23 Featuring: Lorelei James, Kylie Scott, Donna Grant, and Kristen Proby About this Bundle: From New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors Lorelei James, Kylie Scott, Donna Grant, and Kristen Proby. Four Dark Tales. Four Sensual Stories. Four Page Turners. WOUND TIGHT: A Rough Riders/Blacktop Cowboys® Crossover by Lorelei James Bull rider Justin Donohue spent his youth hell-bent on winning world championships. After hitting the big 4-0, Justin takes a job at the Grade A Ranch and Rodeo School, where he immediately locks horns (and lips) with the sexy, sassy Callie—a 22-year-old cowgirl set on seducing him. From the moment Callie Morgan encounters the hot-as-fire new ranch hand, she knows his gruff manner is an attempt to mask his attraction to her. But she’s never backed down from a challenge, especially not when Justin’s actions speak louder than his denials. STRONG: A Stage Dive Novella by Kylie Scott As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line. DRAGON NIGHT: A Dark Kings Novella by Donna Grant There has never been a hunt that Dorian has lost. With his sights set on a relic the Dragon Kings need to battle an ancient foe, he won’t let anything stand in his way – especially not the beautiful owner. Alexandra Sheridan is smart and cautious. Yet the attraction between them is impossible to deny – or ignore. But is it a road Dorian dares to travel down again? TEMPTING BROOKE: A Big Sky Novella by Kristen Proby Brooke’s Blooms has taken Cunningham Falls by surprise. This store is Brooke Henderson’s deepest joy, and it means everything to her, which shows in how completely she and her little shop have been embraced by the small community of Cunningham Falls. So, when her landlord dies and Brody Chabot saunters through her door, announcing that the building has been sold, and will soon be demolished, Brooke knows that she’s in for the fight of her life. But she hasn’t gotten this far by sitting back and quietly doing what she’s told. Brooke has no intention of losing this fight, no matter how tempting Brody’s smile -- and body -- is. Every Dark Nights tale is breathtakingly sexy and magically romantic. Purchase your copy of BUNDLE 23 today! Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU Check out the authors: Lorelei James | Kylie Scott | Donna Grant | Kristen Proby ------------------- 1001 Dark Nights Bundle 24 Featuring: Heather Graham, K. Bromberg, Kendall Ryan, and Gena Showalter About this Bundle: From New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors Heather Graham, K. Bromberg, Kendall Ryan, and Gena Showalter. Four Dark Tales. Four Sensual Stories. Four Page Turners. HAUNTED BE THE HOLIDAYS: A Krewe of Hunters Novella by Heather Graham It’s Halloween at the Global Tower Theatre, a fantastic and historic theater owned by Adam Harrison and run by spouses of Krewe members. During a special performance, a strange actor makes an appearance in the middle of the show, warning of dire events if his murder is not solved before another holiday rolls around. Dakota McCoy and Brodie McFadden dive into the mystery. Both have a special talent for dealing with ghosts, but this one is proving elusive. With the help of Brodie’s diva mother and his ever-patient father—who were killed together when a stage chandelier fell upon them—Dakota and Brodie set out to solve the case. If they can't solve the murder quickly, there will be no Thanksgiving for the Krewe... CONTROL: An Everyday Heroes Novella by K. Bromberg Control is something Desi Whitman abhors. Why live life in black and white perfection when you can messily color outside the lines? But when she comes face to face with SWAT officer Reznor Mayne, he’s about to show her just how good control can feel. HUNKY HEARTBREAKERS: A Whiskey Kisses Novella by Kendall Ryan Everything’s bigger in Texas. And that includes Duke Wilder’s sexual appetite. Together with his twin brother, he runs a whiskey distillery, and when their business takes off—suddenly he’s got it all. Success. Money. Family. But he doesn’t have a woman to share it with. When Valentina storms into his life, her presence is only supposed to be temporary. She’s a feisty attorney hired to help clean up his company’s recent legal mess. He never counted on her being the one to turn his whole world upside down. THE DARKEST CAPTIVE: A Lords of the Underworld Novella by Gena Showalter For centuries, Galen the Treacherous has been the most hated immortal in the Underworld. Possessed by the demons of Jealousy and False Hope, he has always lived for a single purpose: destroy everything. Then he met her. Former demon turned human femme fatale — Legion Honey -- sought to kill Galen, but ended up parting with her virginity instead. Afraid of their sizzling connection, she ran away…and ended up trapped in hell, tortured and abused in the worst of ways. Now she’s free, and a shell of herself, afraid of her own shadow. Galen's hunger for Legion has only grown. Now the warrior with nothing to lose must help her rekindle the fire that once burned inside her. Every Dark Nights tale is breathtakingly sexy and magically romantic.   Purchase your copy of BUNDLE 24 today! Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU Check out the authors: Heather Graham | K. 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