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hooniee · 4 years ago

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— ꒰‧⁺celsia *ೃ༄

↷ jungwon x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ:

↷ genre: romance | mystery ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ warnings: mention of blade to cut open book! | not proofread!⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷synopsis: (y/n)’s boring life gets a little bit better, finding a mystery journal⋯ ♡ᵎ

⇢˚⋆ ✎ author note: hello! this is for @enhypenwriters event of the month! strangers to lovers <3 this one out of the three stories i made! this one was definitely fun to write and maybe i’ll expand on it later! enjoy!ˎˊ-

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“celsia’s kingdom was-”

the abrasive scraping of white chalk on the chalkboard had come to a halt. the bell chimes, the more petite hand of the clock was precisely striking 3:00 pm.

ms. jeon glimpses up before allowing a long-awaited sigh, laying the chalk in its corresponding place. dusting off her hands of residue, she concluded our class.

“alright, guys! let’s stop there, we’ll proceed where we left off tomorrow.”

the class arose from their seats, bowing to her before she exited. classmates exalt their breath and stretch their bodies from being restrained in a desk for the prior eight hours.

the rackets of shuffling books being shoved in bags and hurried footsteps came from every corner of the school. chatter goes throughout regarding how dull ms. jeon’s history lesson was.

“who even cares about the past anymore?”

“the princes were never found right?”

“you guys up for some norebang? at han’s?”

while your classmates debated on what karaoke place they intended on hanging out at, you hastily shove the remainder of papers in your bag, not minding if they would be creased.

readjusting your hair slightly, you rise from your seat and attempt to quickly boot it to the door.

“(y/n)! don’t you want to come with us?”

someone seized the end of your sleeve. you turn around to see shin ryujin, the class president, and someone you could view as a friend.

her freshly tinted grey hair nevertheless had a shock factor on you.

“sorry ryu! i have to get to the library,” you warmly took her hand and squeezed it, before dashing off.

“this girl,” ryujin sighs

"where is (y/n) going?" vice president asked ryujin

"library again"

you had quietly forced your way through the masses of people before having a hand tug at your blazer, causing you to lightly tumble back.

you turn to see heeseung.

“(y/n)! where are you going in such a hurry? i was just about to try to find you to ask you if you wanted to come to the arcade with us? we invited some of our friends from saebom as well,” heeseung interrogates.

sunoo pops up from behind him, “come on (y/n)! i’ll be so much fun, please it’ll be so much fun.”

sunoo was your classmate while heeseung was your upperclassman. sunoo and you were selected to be lab comrades last year and have been friends ever since. that's where he introduced you to his remaining friends, heeseung and underclassman, ni-ki.

as much as you desired to accept their proposal, you remember the library and time was ticking before it closed.

you bowed your head, “i’m sorry guys! but i have to do something important. what about we all hang out tomorrow? you can invite your friends from saebom and i’ll treat all of you guys to a meal? how does that sound?”

sunoo pouts, “alright then”

“get there safe,” you bowed your head.

“see you-” before heeseung could complete his sentence, you had already fled off.

“where is she in a hurry too?” ni-ki abruptly enters the discussion, studying your disappearing silhouette

“OH MY, don’t give me a heart attack ni-ki” heeseung holds his hand above his heart.

“whatever grandpa,” ni-ki snorts before sprinting

“what did you just say to me? get back here,” heeseung commences chasing after him

“i wish (y/n) would have come,” sunoo shakes his head before attempting to catch up with them.

you eventually arrive at the library, catching a few breaths in and noticing ms. kim sitting down in her normal spot.

you take a deep breath, before entering the library. the tiny bell above the door executes a noise, gaining ms. kim's attention.

she glances over to see you and smiles widely. she gets up from her seat to welcome you, “(y/n), you’re here just in time! the new books are on the back table, left side.”

“thank you ms. kim!” you bow to her, with a big smile on your face.

glimpsing round, the library was moderately bare except for two or three students that were distributed from tables.

you headed back to see the fresh heap of new history books that rested on the small birch polished table.

these weren’t unspecified history books, they were royal books.

ms. kim was a historian before a librarian so she was capable of getting her hands on some books about the disappeared royal family from centuries ago.

you smiled at the collection that grazed your eyes. you choose a book that was nearly the measurement of a binder.

you had tenderly dusted off the cover, as you open it. you slightly cough at the quantity of dust the books have garnered

the publication titled read, “celsia, the royals”

the backbone of the book had been fastened back together, implying you must be cautious when reading.

turning each rusted paper sparingly, you could observe the old castle in which the royal family had occupied before it grew abandoned.

it was a beautiful interior, built out of the most luxurious rose quartz that anybody could fancy of in that era.

the chandelier that draped in the main room was constructed in the purest gold that was handcrafted by only the best chandelier.

their disappearances were continuously something that was whisked beneath the rug.

we studied briefly about it in history class but we always end at a set point because there was nothingness beyond that.

there remained no traces of foul play at all, it was like everything had vanished inside the castle. all belongings of the families were taken and the only items they could find were some rings that showed to be discarded.

there were three rings, made for the three succeeding crowned princes.

sapphire; purity, wisdom, and chastity

assigned to the oldest of the sons as he was waiting to be the next crowned prince, a face and personality that reflected purity

ruby; nobility, purity, passion

assigned to the middle son, fascinated about archery. the desire to be the greatest hunter in the kingdom. a soul abundant of passion

and lastly,

emerald; wit, eloquence, and foresight

assigned to the youngest son with a voice that could put the whole town to slumber. though the youngest could wield the responsibility like the oldest son.

you softly caress the pages while browsing through the information. it was practically always the identical facts but you couldn’t help but learn how each historian put it in their own words.

you had gingerly closed the book before proceeding onto the next one.

this book, strangely, didn’t have a name.

the cover was made of brown leather, with J, engraved on the silver button that fastened the book closed.

matter a fact, it wasn’t like a textbook but as a diary

‘who has diaries like this anymore?’ you thought to yourself.

you shrug the thought aside and undo the clasp.

brushing at the pages, you could scarcely obtain any of the words. they were inscribed in cursive and it seems that the ink has smudge.

flipping through the so-called journal, you could gain some phrases.

“castle”

“my older brother”

“rose quartz”

to you, the messages didn’t correlate with anything considering the smudged ink left the words in ruins.

flipping to the end of the diary, you scan the back of the cover.

if you happened to not spare a secondary glance, you wouldn’t have noticed that petite tear that was sliced into the leather.

peering closer, you could see the incision that was nearly flawlessly adhered together.

you were further too curious to place it down, so you went to ms. kim to check it out.

“is this all you want to take home (y/n)?” ms. kim inquiries, scanning the book and your library card.

“yup! that’s all for now,” you chirp.

she pauses for the receipt and fixes it on top of the diary.

“see you (y/n)!” ms. kim waves.

you bow before hastening home, diary in hand. you quickly fish out your keys from the backpack.

the door unlocks before you barge in and toss your bag on the floor. you slide off your shoes and quickly speed to the kitchen.

“where are they? where are they?” you ransack around the cabinet

“ah! there they are,” drawing a sharp box cutter.

setting the diary on the countertop, you open it to the back page. you mindfully compose the incision larger beginning from where the adhesive is and all the way down.

“got it!” you shout, placing the box cutter down.

you thoroughly unfold the slit a little wider to see a piece of something in there. you pull it out to reveal a photograph.

you smile, thinking it was probably a journal of someone’s life story and this photograph has special meaning to them.

you glance over and your eyes widen as you examine it.

"that's not-"

you squint your eyes at the worn photograph and go straight to the lamp, shining light to see more precisely.

your mouth drops wide open when you realized it was true, clasping your left hand over your mouth.

though the photograph’s colors were faded, there stood the three princes wearing suit colors that matched their rings.

it was a miniature photograph that could comfortably fit in someone's wallet.

sapphire; puppy-like, doe eyes that are filled to the line with love

ruby; the fairest skin, plump lips that were painted red like his passion

emerald: sharp eyes that won’t deceive, dimples that mark his cheek

‘did i just find one of their journals?’ you question.

no photographs of the princes or royal family were ever recovered. it was rumored that they had a significant family portrait, but even that was nowhere to be found in the castle.

holding tightly to the photograph, you hasten to your laptop. there was no rush but the adrenaline that was elevating in your heart said otherwise.

you had opened a new browser tab and started typing swift.

“photograph on the missing three princes”

“celsia’s crowned princes”

“celsia royal family photos”

no matter how much scowering on the internet you did, you couldn’t find any traces of this photo anywhere.

you were gazing at the screen for hours, working to find any data you could.

your eyes became weak as the room grew dim but yet, you still didn’t budge from your spot.

‘maybe i should try the news tag’ you thought.

you clicked on the tag and the first article that popped up

“belongings of the three princes are being found after centuries"

browsing through the article, the grip on the photo became tighter.

it didn’t make sense to you. for centuries, they’ve never attained anything in the castle or anything about the castle. now suddenly, items of the three princes were coming into play.

it appeared like they were planted there on purpose, but it would be impracticable. the whole royal family would be deceased by now.

you looked at the photo one more time to admire the handsome princes. though all were handsome in their own way, emerald caught your eye.

sharp eyes and sharp jaw, yet the eyes hold so much sweetness and the smile holds so much grace. he caught your eye the second you studied the photograph.

emerald was someone interesting.

you cried, “only if guys looked like this in my school.”

the clock ticks, making you look up at it. it just became 8 pm.

you yawned. you desired to do more investigation but tomorrow's test in history was retaining you back.

that clicks in your head.

‘i’ll just ask ms. jeon! maybe she’ll know something’ you made a mental note, as you had just physically printed it on your brain.

you decided to call it a night, eyes dropping down from the intense amount of looking at the computer.

the next morning, you were depleted with your brain being over-exerted last night. you made sure to get up a bit earlier to study on your way to school.

you were ready were putting your shoes on, the photograph caught the corner of your eye.

you debated whether you wanted to keep it at home or take it with you.

‘it would be safe here but what if someone tries to break into my house?’

irrational thoughts came to mind and in the end, you decided to seal it in the journal and bringing it to school with you.

before any second-guessing, you shove the journal into your backpack and rush your way to school.

you wanted nothing other than history class, last period. your mind was tingling with problems that needed solutions.

you hardly made it when the bell went off. you rushed up the stairs, to study hall, seeing ryujin already there.

ryujin sees you and flashes a smile, signaling to you

“(y/n)! over here,” ryujin pats down the seat next to her.

you smile, heading over and sitting down.

"sorry for leaving so suddenly yesterday, the library got new books! you know? the usual" you acted cool

"no problem. i know you well, book nerd," she snorted.

letting out a big sigh, you bring out your history textbook to aim to recall as sufficient information as you could in this brief 25 minute period.

ryujin resumes playing on her phone before she peers over to you. she corks her eyebrow in puzzlement.

“what are you doing?’

now it was your turn to be confused, “studying for our history test for ms. jeon?"

“ah you didn’t hear? ms.jeon isn’t here so that means no test, isn’t that amazing?” ryujin cheers.

the news disheartens you ever so little.

thought you didn’t have to cram information, your heart sinks a little with your curiosity raging as a furnace overflowed with gold.

why did this tug at your heartstrings? it was simply because you were curious right?

“yeah that’s amazing!” you shakily cheer.

you restlessly bounce your leg and illogical reasoning surge your brain.

‘i need to ask her now! but why do i? why do i feel so anxious? my heart feels like it’s beating out of control’

and your head wouldn't stay still even when ms. jeon class rolls around, the time ticks by way too slow.

“and make sure-”

the bell jolts you out of your seat and you immediately gather up your things. if people were to see you, they might think you were being pursued.

you were strained as is and you try to bolt out of school before someone clutches your wrist.

“where are you going?”

you turn around to see heeseung clinging onto you

“home?” you cork an eyebrow.

why was heeseung asking an impractical question? it was a wednesday, where else would you be going?

“home? aren’t you coming with us to the arcade? we invited our friends from saebom as well,” heeseung asked, troubled

your mind clicks. you have plans with heeseung and his friends today. you weren't in the best headspace and entirely blanked.

“ah right! i’m sorry, i forgot. let’s go,” you stiffly smile.

“you’re fine. sunoo! ni-ki! ready?” heeseung calls them over, swinging his arm over your shoulders.

sunoo rushes over while ni-ki trudges behind. ni-ki yawns while sunoo squeals at your presence.

“is (y/n) coming with us today?” sunoo cheers linking arms with you.

“yup, and she’s treating us to a meal,” ni-ki smirks

“you boys are going to be the death of me,” you groan, recognizing the deal you presented yesterday.

heeseung laughs and you make your way to the arcade. you guys, the disordered and noisy quadruplets, stumble in.

the arcade was a generous size than the ones you've been to previously. they had more selections of machines and the building was coated in bright colors.

it’s jammed with students in diverse uniforms from all around town with their friends. probably trying to shake the pressure of exam season.

“heeseung hyung!” someone calls out.

“jay!” you glance over to see a boy with bleach blonde hair with silver, swaying earrings, coming over with three followings behind him.

they do a bro-shake, asking each other's day before jay’s eyes land on you.

“oh i don’t think we’ve met before, i’m jay,” he stretches his hand out to you

jay was a few inches shorter than heeseung, stocky rings on both hands, a few piercings on his ears, and someone who was attentive to his fashion.

“i’m (y/n). nice to meet you,” you softly shake his hand

the three boys jostle jay aside before speaking.

“we haven’t met her either, let us,” a soft voice intervenes.

you glance up and at that moment, you assumed your eyes were playing tricks on you.

meeting with the pair of doe eyes that were meant to be captured into a photograph.

your heart sinks to your abdomen, blood drawing through your veins so harshly, causing your whole body to flush.

'there was no way that this was them?' you soothed the uneasy thoughts.

sapphire

“i’m jake! it’s nice to meet you”

his gummy smile reflects the happiness from his tone

ruby

“park sunghoon,”

he bows his head, fair skin that gleams that only princes could accomplish

emerald

“i’m jungwon, it’s nice to meet you”

his sharp eyes turn into small crescents, dimple prominent.

you glance around at the three boys.

"jungwon or jake?"

you vaguely remember the notebook, having the engraving of J on the button of the diary.

"the book addressed his older brothers. that indicates it would be jungwon since he was the youngest and jake was the oldest"

you bow to them, wanting to see if getting a glance of their hands would lead to anything.

no rings on

right, the rings were founded in the castle. they wouldn't possess it on their body.

“it’s nice to meet you too, i’m (y/n)”

glancing at them, you see capture something from the arcade light. on all of their left ears, hangs an earring that correlates with their colors

gold chain with a small, round sapphire on the end

silver chain with a small, triangle ruby on the end

rose gold chain with a small, heart emerald on the end

it was them. this couldn't be a coincidence.

emerald or jungwon was standing directly in front of you

“let’s go play some games guys!” sunoo shouts before he drags you.

sunoo breaks our introduction. grabbing your arm, he pulls you away to an air hockey table.

sunoo plays against ni-ki as you watch. jay and heeseung verse each other on the basketball game.

you watch around the arcade, observing the happy smiles of people. you smile too before feeling a tap on your shoulder.

you turn to see jake, sunghoon, and jungwon. the three princes.

it became quiet for a minute as you look eye contact with jungwon before sunghoon talks up on the behalf of his younger brother.

“um, jungwon has something he has to tell you,” sunghoon says before bumping jungwon ahead.

“u-um,” jungwon stutters out.

you smother a laugh. one of the crowned princes of celsia kingdom was in front of you, stuttering and reddening.

“don’t be nervous jungwon! i don’t bite”

“can i have your number?” he blurts and now it’s your turn to be startled

'that was unexpected'

“s-sure,” you stutter out as he hands you his phone.

his phone wasn't anything out of the ordinary. an iPhone 8 plus and there was nothing that symbolized he was a prince. the home screen packed with several games.

you enter your phone number and hand him back his phone.

he bows and the three princes are about to leave before you stop them.

this could be awkward if this was synchronicity but you were practically sure it wasn't. reactions will tell the truth.

“jungwon! i need to say something to you, can you come closer?” you smile.

he's confused but complies, leaning into you.

you whisper in his ear, “ whether this applies to you or not, i’m onto you, emerald prince”

he lets out a choked sound, alarming you. you smirk, bowing and heading towards jay and heeseung who were near to destroying the basketball machine.

'bingo'

jake tugs jungwon back and the three of them head to one of the secretive corners of the arcade.

“what did she say?” jake questions

"yeah, what made you choke up like that? you never get surprised like that," sunghoon examines.

“she’s onto us,” jungwon grunts.

sunghoon and jake look at each other, eyes widening in the process.

“b-but how? we made sure no traces of us would be found-” sunghoon rambles.

the three princes grew anxious together, questioning how they could meet you again.

this was the secret that they were expected to remain to the three of them and now an added person knows.

“i don’t know! but she somehow knows and we can’t let her tell anybody,” jungwon groans

"we have to do something," jake sighs.

you felt holes being pierced onto your back, generating an unsettled vibe within you.

“i’m keeping an eye out for you (y/n) “ jungwon flashes.

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jadethest0ne · 4 years ago

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In need of Refueling, Chapter 7 - Disappointment

Summary: “You?! Why would I trust you? You have brought me nothing but failure. Time and time again; nothing but disappointment!”

His father’s words might have been a result of his possession by the White Bone Spirit, but whether or not they were his true thoughts, Red Son vows to prove them wrong. To do so he seeks to attain a power strong enough to destroy his father’s immortal enemy. After all, he’d much rather throw fire at his problems.

Word Count: 2578

Ratings/Warnings: Teen and up; injury, burns, angst and hurt/comfort, toxic thoughts caused by toxic parents, Panic Attacks, Abuse (this one also just added)

Notes: This is the chapter in which Red Son realizes that he messed up. Also, fun fact! I looked it up and the exact name for the power of DBK's armor is called "ergokinetic absorption!"

Credits: Big thanks to @painted-arachnid and @simplyfornardo for helping me bounce ideas off of them. And also thanks to @lemonsqueazie for providing me with “Journey to the West” lore. I don’t know much about the original novel or other iterations, but I still tried to keep some things compliant with the lore. You should check all of them out, since they’re really great content creators with neat ideas!

Read on AO3

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Red Son brings the defeated Monkey King to his family’s lair. He carelessly deposits the unconscious body just outside the Flaming Foundry, but finds himself hesitating before entering. Right, this is a big moment. He had subdued his father’s greatest enemy. Maybe he should think of some grander, more dramatic way of presenting the Monkey King to his father. Maybe he should do some grand fire display, part the fire like curtains, and take some sort of bow? Perhaps that was a bit too flashy? Or not flashy enough? You certainly don’t casually go up to the great Demon Bull King and plop his greatest enemy down in front of him? Do you? What would his father like the most? Red Son finds himself pacing back and forth in front of the entrance mulling these things over. A few sparks of fire spout unbidden from his hair and fists. He tries to quell the flames, but they seem to rebel at his thoughts. Between his mutterings and attempts to reign in the fire, he doesn’t notice the figure that approaches him until his thoughts are interrupted by a booming voice.

“Red Son, what are you muttering about this time?!” growls the Demon Bull King.

“F--father!” Red Son squeaks out. He hadn’t even noticed that he had been talking out loud. He wonders how much his father had heard. Well, might as well lean into it. He straightens up pulling a confident smile on his face, and twirls around letting out a little bit of fire to spiral in his display. The flames sputter a bit, as if mocking his half-hearted attempt at bravado, but he grins through it. “Hello Father! I am here to present to you, your greatest foe!” He skirts out of the way and makes some tiny fireworks around his prize. “The Monkey Ki---”

“Sun Wukong?!” DBK says in surprise.

“Uh, er, ye-es!!” Red Son falters a bit at being interrupted. “You see, father, I brought him here for you!”

DBK comes closer and starts inspecting the Monkey King. He blinks and shifts his attention to his son. “You?!” he says incredulously. “You can’t be serious?! Is he… dead? How? He is immortal!”

Red Son quickly corrects, “Not dead, no! I spared him for you father! I defeated him and brought him here to deal with as you wish! And I beat him... with this!”

Red Son quickly summons some blue fire to his palm. “The True Fire of Samadhi! It can’t be extinguished unless I put it out! I’ve got him immobilized with it!” Red Son says, proudly puffing out his chest.

DBK looks Red Son up and down, narrows his eyes, and huffs out a snort. “You really did this for me?”

Red Son’s confident pose wilts ever so slightly at his father’s tone, filled with suspicion. “Of-- of course, father!”

A large shadow crosses over Red Son’s slowly shrinking form as DBK towers over him menacingly. “Or did you do this for yourself?”

Red Son’s voice involuntarily goes up an octave. “I, um... am not sure what you mean.”

DBK lets out a humorless chuckle. “Are you sure you didn’t just do this to try to prove your dwindling worth? Because how can you think that this is something I’d want? Wukong is someone that I want to defeat. Myself. Defeating him like this, in such a sorry state? Do you not think I could face him at full power myself?!”

“That- that’s not what I meant at all, father! I-I…” Red Son is now cowering underneath the angry stare of his father. “True, I did want to show my... my usefulness! But, I only wanted to help--”

“Oh please, my boy!” Princess Iron Fan appears from behind DBK with both of her arms behind her back. He hadn’t noticed her presence. She looks over all three of them with an air of pompous derision. “It is poor form to defeat someone else’s mortal enemy!”

DBK gives a nod and a grunt and stares harshly down at his son. “You continue to be such a disappointment to me, Red Son.”

Red Son’s breath momentarily catches in his throat. He stares down at the ground, his mind gone blank. He doesn’t know what to do; what to say. The words alone stung, but the pure derision in his father’s voice hurt more than expected. How had he messed up so bad?

“I--I--” Red Son has to swallow to clear his ever tightening throat. “How-- can I make this up to you, father?”

“Hmmm,” DBK lets out a thoughtful grumble.

“Well, we can’t very well just let the Monkey King go!” Princess Iron Fan says thoughtfully. “We can’t let this opportunity go to waste. It might not be the way you wanted, dearest, but we can still rid ourselves from our biggest threat!”

DBK nods sagely. “I suppose so. But I would rather have a fairer fight with him. Red Son, can you put out the flames, so he can at least wake up and defend himself? There is no pride in this.” He gestures at the unmoving form of his enemy.

“Of-- of course, father!” Red Son frantically tries to concentrate to extinguish the flames that are still burning on the Monkey King’s side. He tries to take a deep breath, but he’s still reeling from his father’s words. Was he really doing this to prove himself? No, he really wanted to be useful to his father. But was that selfish? His father seems to think it is. The fire doesn’t go out, and instead flickers and burns brighter eliciting a shout of pain from Wukong. “Wait, wait, I- I just need to--” Controlling the flames was suddenly harder. Why did he think he could impress his father this way? With fire that he could barely control! Maybe it would have been better if it had been his father who-- Suddenly a thought crosses his mind, and as it did, the flames died down slightly. The idea was kind of scary, but maybe it would be a way to make this whole mess up to his father.

He looks to his father with a sudden seriousness, readying himself for what he’d say next. “I think I know how to make this up to you father…”

DBK gives him a puzzled look, but says nothing allowing him to go on.

“What if I gave you the Samadhi Fire? You can absorb it with the armor I gave you. That way you can be the one who wields the fire.”

A grin spreads across DBK’s face. “Yes… YES!” he says triumphantly! “That is a great idea!” Red Son feels a flutter in his chest that maybe he finally was able to provide something that his father approves of. Something to finally aid him, give him the tools he needs for destruction! Who better to wield the fire than his own father, after all?

As if to echo his thoughts, DBK says, “After all, I’d be able to wield the fire with much more skill than you, surely. My more powerful body would be able to handle it more.”

Red Son’s smile wobbles a bit. True, he had that exact same thought, but hearing his father say so makes something in this chest tighten. He brushes that feeling away, and situates himself proudly in front of DBK, ready and willing to give him the power that his father deserved!

“Anything for you, father!” Red Son says proudly, confidently. Despite the fire inside him resisting, as if recoiling at his command, he summons the fire to his palms and pushes outward as DBK activates his armor’s absorption abilities.

At first, the flames go in smoothly and calmly. Then Red Son feels a tug, he feels almost like he needs to take a step forward, as the fire is pulled with more force into DBK’s chest-plate. But that’s okay, any discomfort that he feels is fine. He wanted this and it will help his father. So he buckles down and pushes out more flames for his father to absorb. The technology that Red Son made for DBK is strong though, and the pull gets more and more powerful. It’s starting to feel uncomfortable, almost...draining. Red Son has to tell himself to not slouch. But he feels a small sense of relief as the flames finally change from blue to red, and he knows that his father has absorbed everything of the True Fire of Samadhi.

However, the pull on his flames does not stop.

“Wait… father…?” Red Son starts to protest. “You’re finished, you can stop, now…?”

But DBK doesn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. Blue flames swirl in his eyes, obscuring his vision. He growls angrily, almost as if he is in pain. “Such… power! So much!”

Something must be wrong. Red Son tries to put out his flames, tries to disconnect the path as his fire leads to the center of the armor. But he can’t. His fire keeps getting yanked in that direction and the feeling of weakness, of being drained, becomes stronger. He bends over, tired, his eyelids are threatening to slip shut. “Father… stop… please!” he begs, the sudden bout of weakness preventing him from thinking straight, all pretense of being a strong and proud son lost. His fire keeps getting drained away and he can’t stop it.

Princess Iron Fan steps in and lays a hand on DBK’s arm. “Dearest, you are behaving strangely. Stop that now.” DBK spins around, waving her off harshly. She has to step back and take up a defensive position. However, this movement seems to be enough to finally break the chain of fire that is being absorbed into DBK’s center, finally releasing Red Son from the pull.

With no more forces in play, Red Son leans forward and his knees wobble dangerously, nearly bringing him to the ground. His eyes droop tiredly and his entire body feels like jelly. A chill goes up and down his spine as he realizes that he’s suddenly very cold. He hugs his middle as if to try to keep any heat from escaping. His brain doesn’t really want to work and everything just feels wrong. He becomes aware of a prickling sensation on the back of his neck, and he sluggishly turns his head to look. The sensation moves and he realizes that it is his hair, which usually sticks upright, that is tickling the back of his neck. Before he can ponder that, his focus is drawn to yelling.

It is his father. DBK is shouting angrily, eyes literally ablaze with blue fire, and flames spouting from his mouth. He seems almost feral, rabid. It’s similar to how he was with the White Bone Spirit possessing him. He breathes flames around with no direction in mind; wild and unfocused. Princess Iron Fan has to jump out of the way of some of the blasts.

“It’s too much! Too much power! I can’t--- It burns! Everything burns! Everything else must burn!” DBK shouts. His eyes focus on Red Son. “YOU!” he snarls.

DBK stalks close to Red Son, who can’t do anything but stand there on unsteady feet and just wait for what is to come. Princess Iron Fan tries to jump in close to stop him, but DBK’s flames block her movements, and her wind attacks do nothing but stir up more fire. DBK reaches out a hand and snatches up Red Son around his arms and torso. He begins to squeeze. Hard.

“You did this to me!” DBK growls “You just want to show that you’re better! That you can control this better! That you can defeat my own enemy!”

“N-no, father--” Red Son tries to protest, but his voice is halting and weak. It cracks under the pressure on his body, and under the very weight of his own words that he can barely get out. “I just wanted--” He can’t finish. He doesn’t know what he wanted. Not this. He didn’t want this.

DBK squeezes harder, Red Son’s breath gets pushed out, and the pressure on his arms and chest are unbearable. He hears something crack. Somethings crack. But before he can even register that, pain flows in a rush of wind as a gust of blue flames envelop him. If Red Son could spare a thought, he’d think it was ironic to be burned by his own fire. He supposes he deserves it at this point. But all thought leaves him and is only left with HURT. Everything hurts! He’d scream except that he has no more air to scream with, and he can only press his forehead against the large gauntlet that is holding him as his only way to brace himself against the pain. Unconsciousness is almost about to overtake him when he hears a yell.

“STOP!”

The flames, thankfully, do stop, and the grip holding him loosens just enough to allow air to fill Red Son’s lungs. He pants tiredly, and shallowly, each breath bringing a sting of pain to his sides. His head still rested on the large hand, he rolls his head over to look toward where the voice was. To his surprise, he can see Wukong, still on the ground, still with his side on fire, looking up at DBK with a fire in his eyes blazing brighter than the flames burning his side.

“Your beef is with me, DBK, not him!” Wukong says, propping himself up on his elbows.

Red Son is not sure whether or not he feels more confused, surprised, or ashamed at being defended by an enemy. An enemy that he himself put in that situation. How weak must he appear that he’s being pitied by someone in that terrible state? He hates it. He hates that his plan didn’t work. He hates that his father finds him such a disappointment. He hates that he gave his father an unruly power that put him in this condition. And he hates that everything is now literally burning up in his face. He hates himself.

“Sun Wukong~” DBK breathes gutturally. Everything else seems forgotten to him as he turns towards the Monkey King.

He then yowls and charges at the Monkey King. In this motion, fire spins around him, throwing Princess Iron Fan back, and flinging Red Son away. Red Son flies across the now flaming area, meeting the ground a few times before smacking into a nearby building with such force as to leave a crater in the wall. He drops to the ground in a limp heap, landing on his chest, and once again, the wind is knocked out of him. His eyes are half-lidded as he sees his father’s charge be suddenly stopped as a form lands on the ground in between them. An angry wind whips around them causing DBK to come to a halt. Red Son’s eyes become blurry, but he forces them to focus just to see this newcomer.

Of course, he should’ve known that that little pain in the butt would appear eventually. It’s the Noodle Boy. Red Son is in pain, and tired, and his eyes are threatening to close, but he’d recognize that annoying face anywhere. Though this time MK’s eyes are filled with more anger and hatred than he’s ever seen in them. It’s that anger, that hurt, that Red Son sees last before his eyes finally slip shut and darkness finally overtakes him.

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#lmk #lego monkie kid #in need of refueling #red son #dbk #demon bull king #princess iron fan #pif #monkey king #injury #fire #burns #abuse #emotional abuse #my writing #my fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #jadethest0ne

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engenuity · 4 years ago

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voldy minime and the gryffindor golden boy

A gryffindor!jay and slytherin!reader fic

word count: 2450 words

genre: fantasy

Your teachers and probably anyone who looks at you longer than a second think that you are the next Voldemort.

Well, you can’t really blame them because you have a lot of similarities with the former Dark Lord

A half-blood who was left with the muggles, sorted into Slytherin, full of charms and wit that is both astounding and terrifying

You put all the blame on Tom Riddle on why he had to be a Dark Lord out of all the possible career choices because now, even with all your charm and no matter how much you smile, everyone is just hesitant when it comes to you

It makes manipulating a lot more difficult than it should be and it sucks

You can remember how disbelieving you were when one man suddenly came before you and told you that you are a wizard and apparently, magic really does exist

It’s a prank — probably made by your friends who decided that it was a good time to make you look dumb and dreamy just because you’re way too serious, and “having fun won’t hurt you”

Turned out that the man wasn’t a fraud, and he is a professor in an institution called Hogwarts which you’ll now attend. Congratulations!

You still can’t believe that you get to have free magic education

If you were the next Voldy as everyone lowkey believes, you’ll also hold Hogwarts in a high regard like he did

But sorry to disappoint them, you don’t really want to conquer the world nor annihilate the muggles and muggleborns

Your mother is a muggle and you grew up in the muggle world for god’s sake

I mean, yeah, to live in the streets after your mother died wasn’t easy and some people really deserve to be avada kedavra’d but dark lord isn’t on the top of your career choices list right now or like ever

And you’re so not going to make horcruxes. You don’t fear death, you accept the whole concept of living and then dying wholeheartedly. What you fear is commitment.

So how do we make one Nishimura Riki to go away and pester someone else?

First year, after the sorting, this guy with aristocratic features immediately befriended you. Good thing you’re on the same house. He was the one to teach you most of the things that you needed in order to survive inside the house of the snakes. Apparently everyone knew that you are an illegitimate child, and your father came from a line of a highly regarded pureblood family, so you were a big scandal when you came into the wizarding world.

At first you were really suspicious of Ni-ki, but it turned out that he just really wanted to help you and he’s a big softie under all those piercing gazes

The hat sorted him into slytherin because he asked it to

He’s a vain to your existence because your greatest fear is to get attached but the boy is such a precious bean so you always have an internal conflict on whether to keep him or make him go away

But to think about your bestfriend having other friends kinda hurt

Except that’s exactly what happened when Taki from Hufflepuff easily passed through all the walls around Ni-ki and then he was adopted into K and Seon’s friend group

It’s comprised of wizards and witches from different houses so you really weren’t that worried that Ni-ki will face discrimination

Honestly, ever since Harry Potter ended the last wizarding war everyone’s putting more effort to treat all students equally regardless of their house

You were happy for Ni-ki, of course, because you see him having fun setting pranks among other things with them

Merlin, he even plays quidditch with them when you both already established that he can’t ride a broom even if his life depended on it

You tried teaching him, because, well, you’re one of slytherin’s beater and you’re good at quidditch

(Another point on why you can’t be a Voldemort wannabe)

Then one day, Ni-ki suddenly approached you after you exited the library and you can see his new friend group meters away from where you both stand

He invited you to a quidditch match, and who are you to say no?

You highkey want to prove that, well, you’re better than Ni-ki’s new friends and yes, you’re petty and jealous like that

Pretty sure you glared at everyone included in K and Seon’s little (big) friend group but they just look amused and it’s irritating

It’s not like Ni-ki comments or anything so it’s fine

Quidditch happened, and your team (aka you, sungchul, daniel, ej, heeseung, k and taeyong) won the game so you can’t help but wear a huge ass grin

You definitely proved the point you’re just proving to yourself, and well, you enjoyed aggressively hitting the bludgers to Jay from Gryffindor

You enjoy the quiet yet the guy is just so LOUD every single time

And he clings to Ni-ki so much

You despise him, lowkey, just lowkey

Jake of Hufflepuff commented that you were out for Jay’s blood but is he wrong though

You didn’t miss the way Jungwon of Gryffindor glared at you though

After the match, you sorta also kind of got adopted to their friend group

You didn’t really notice it at first, but when you’re in classes without having Ni-ki with you, one of the guys sit beside you instead.

You find yourself gossiping with Jaebeom of Gryffindor and Sunoo of Ravenclaw in the library instead of doing your essays weeks in advance

That summer, Heeseung of Hufflepuff invited you to stay with them and you accepted the invitation. You didn’t regret it.

You also met with the other guys when you go shopping in the muggle or wizarding world, or when you go for dinner together, and —

Going to the arcade was fun especially seeing Sunghoon, your housemate, who’s mostly calm and poised, lose his voice because of all the shouting he made while playing the vr

Jay also got mad scared but it’s the normal. He’s Jay after all.

You also went to an ice skating rink and Sunghoon is just so majestic

When Jungwon said that he’s better at skating than walking, he wasn’t lying

Sunghoon and Heeseung taught you how to skate. You suck at it, but well you can’t be good at everything. Can You-Know-Who even skate?

It was fun, they’re fun, you enjoy being with them so so much.

Now what happened to not getting attached?

The most unexpected was your friendship with Jay. How did it even happen?

You’re a hundred percent sure you wanted him dead during your first quidditch match. Now you found yourself running and throwing yourself to him when their team won the quidditch cup this year. The fact that they defeated your usually undefeated team went ignored.

A loud cough pulled you away from Jay (it was definitely Sunghoon’s) but you proceeded to ruffle Jeongseong’s sweaty hair anyway while giving him a very very bright smile you didn’t know you can do.

Why are you so proud of him anyway? He was that annoyingly loud guy within the friend group, a pureblooded gryffindor who acts first before thinking, thinks he’s funny when he’s not, had the patience to listen to your nonsensical existentialist ramblings, comforted you when you were having a breakdown about your grades, always shares his plans for the future and all of those plans include you, he includes you?

You still can’t remove Ni-ki’s affronted face matching Jay’s proud one when you helplessly giggle because of a joke the gryffindor made.

In your defense the joke is actually funny (other people says otherwise)

You find it easier to have fun, be happy, when you’re around them, especially when you’re around Jay.

It wasn’t your observation, you see, it was Ni-ki’s. He confronted you about it and that’s how you became more aware of your feelings. It’s all good though, Jay’s just your friend, or best friend? depends on how you categorize or think of the people within the group

Besides, the fear is still there

Except the observation wasn’t solely noted by your first best friend. Sunoo and Jaebeom can tease you with just using Jeongseong’s name. K and Seon sometimes give you advice about love and courting at random times. Taki and Ni-ki literally pushes you to him whenever you meet. Jake and Sunghoon give subtle hints around that you think you’re supposed to remember such as Jay likes sweet things — He likes watching anime, you know what that is right? It’s really weird for a pureblood to know about those muggle things but his aunt is a muggleborn so I think that’s the reason why —Jay’s like a puppy isn’t he? — That Park Jeongseong is still angry at Heesung hyung because he gets to have you the whole summer last year —

Are you crushing on him? Or is this just an attraction you can easily recover from? Or are you feeling this way because of how your friends always tease you?

You have no idea, lol.

And as much as those romance novels you borrowed from Hanbin shows that whenever the main character gets confused, they avoid the other person, you didn’t avoid Jay because well, that would be stupid

But if he ever really do confess to you just like what Jungwon suspects, you’re gonna ride a broom and zoom out of the castle real quick, and probably build a following and actually just be the next dark lord because that’s easier than dealing with feelings

Especially if those feelings involve absolute pure softness to a guy who just used only his arms to crawl on the floor

“That’s the dance step, he’s not high or anything” — Seon, explaining, because he probably feared the way you see Jay will change after what he did

But again those feelings involve absolute pure softness and you didn’t really think before saying “aww, he’s cute” as a reply

Seon looked at you surprised. K, Ni-ki, Daniel, and Nicholas wear huge grins on their faces. Geonu looks so horrified by the statement. Sunghoon snorted, Sunoo rolled his eyes while wearing a knowing smirk, and Jake patted your shoulders. You’re still processing what really happened.

Jay, now walking, came closer to the group and asked why you look so horrified

Of course, you composed yourself aka wore the resting face Ni-ki and Sunghoon taught you, and said “nothing” while the rest of the group snickers

Jay just snorted and put his arms around your shoulders. It’s time for dinner after all.

The thing is, a lot of people are already asking around whether you and the golden boy of Gryffindor are dating. That includes the group and most of all Jay, who just answers those type of question with a bright smile.

They can’t ask you directly because most students and professors are still scared of you. If not scared, intimidated then.

But if ever anyone dares to ask you, you’ll say that no, you’re not dating Jeongseong. It’s the truth anyway. You’re close, and you’re most fond of him ( sorry Ni-ki, I still love you ) but you’re just friends, nothing more.

Then the Hogsmeade incident happened

It’s already a tradition that the whole group visits the village together. Sometimes you separate into groups, but most of the time the whole 24 of you go together. And isn’t that a sight?

Except this time a certain group of slytherins by the looks of their tie, decided that it’s fun to go back to their nasty old ways and insult other people just because of their blood status.

According to them, K’s embarrassing the whole pureblood community by allowing mudbloods to join the group

But to you, they’re just jealous because the group’s quiet really popular, hah

Unfortunately things got really heated and suddenly there’s a whole lot of shouting and shoving around

Thank Merlin, they confiscate your wands before allowing you to venture outside the school property

Jay, no mater how loud and crazy he gets, isn’t really one to fight. So as he was trying to reach out to the opposite and probably suggest peace, someone pushed him in his chest hard enough that he collided with Jake behind him.

You didn’t see red, no, you’re not that kind of person

You were a hundred percent sane when you stepped forward and faced the senior who just pushed jay, gave him the most lethal smile you can give that could have certainly make him pee in his pants, only that he didn’t even have the time for that as you punched him square in the face

Years as a street dweller and as a thief ought to teach you skills.

The fight quietened and your pretty sure your friends are staring at you in disbelief. The accomplices of the guy you just punched look so red with either embarrassment or anger, you really can’t tell.

Your memory failed you this time. You can’t really recall everything you said and did but you’re pretty sure you said a lot of insults, and threw a whole lot of punches and kicks, and what else did you do?

But now you found yourself sitting in the Slytherin common room surrounded by everyone with Jay kneeling in front of you and dressing your wounds.

You didn’t even notice how your hands are hurting, or that they’re bleeding. However, you’re a hundred-percent sure those guys from a while ago have bleeding faces or something which is fun

No one spoke for a while.

Until Jay went on an hour long rant about how you’re so reckless, that you should’ve kept your cool and didn’t physically fight the bigots, then it went on how you’re so amazing, and where did you learn how to fight like that?

Yes, you did notice how you’re sitting there facing the ranting guy while wearing a foolish and fond smile even though the said guy’s one half ranting and another half insulting you. You didn’t stop smiling anyway.

The fear of committing, of loving, of being attached is still there. You decided to be brave anyway. After all, if it’s for your friends, then you can dare.

And if said fear runs deeper when it comes to a certain Gryffindor, you decide to even be braver everyday then.

If it means you get to keep him.

The definite line separating romantic from platonic love is already way too blurry between the both of you, and if Jay won’t ask you out first, then it is also practical to do it first for the both of you.

#enhypen jay #enhypenwriters #jay i-land #eunice writes

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hacked-by-jake · 4 years ago

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"Will you be my wife?"

HEELLOO GUYS 👋🏻

Here I am again. I was inspired by the videos about such situations. I am not completely enthusiastic about the story but unfortunately I didn’t know anything to improve it. Blackout. Maybe make a remake of it someday, I hope you like it anyway and excuse the mistakes.

And many thanks to all who follow me! Much love for each of you🥺❤️

🌹🎭

"I don’t believe it, I married Richy" Jessy squeals, looking at Richy sitting at a table with his boys.

You, Jessy, Cleo, Hannah, Lilly and two other friends of Jessy are standing on the dance floor.

"Well, I thought you were marrying Dan" Hannah giggles.

"No, Dan and I just don’t fit together, my heart beats for Richy" Jessy raves again.

"Didn’t you want to throw bridal bouquet?" asks Cleo.

"OH, YES TRUE" calls the new bride and runs to the DJ to steal the microphone.

Shortly thereafter, her voice echoes through the loudspeakers.

"My dear female guests, all unmarried girls, stand up, I am now throwing the bouquet."

Some start to cheer and come immediately on the dance floor.

I’m being pulled straight into the front row by Hannah.

"No, I wanted to be right in the middle of them all" you murmur, you don’t think much of these customs. Half of Duskwood was invited to the wedding.

A moment later, almost all the women are standing in the middle and Jessy is standing 3 meters in front.

"Marry You by Bruno Mars- starts playing.

"Cliché" you think with a grin.

You haven’t even looked at Jake, you two haven’t talked about getting married very often.

The DJ starts a countdown.

"10...9...8..."

Jessy stand with her back to all of you.

At the number One, she does not throw the ostrich as expected.

All of a sudden, she turns around very slowly and walks right up to you.

You look at her confused.

"You have to throw" you explain to her.

She’s give the flowers to you.

"Jessy what are you doing?" you ask again.

Jessy grabs your shoulders and turns you around.

Behind you, everyone stand in a circle.

And how else could it be, you’re looking in Jakes face.

In his hand a small red box of velvet.

"Oh my God" you shout overpowered and hold your hands in front of your face.

So many emotions flow through your body.

You turn away from Jake and take two steps just to turn back to him again.

He grins at you shyly but resolutely, holding a hand for you to reach for.

He pulls you to himself and immediately the first tears run out of your eyes.

"Oh, God" you mumble again.

"Hi babe" he mumbles.

"I know you don’t really like that much attention, but I think it’s about time I did the right thing. You are the only thing that matters to me, the only thing that has ever counted and will count. You are everything to me.

You are my only love, my one true love, my everything, my world and my heart, my life and my grief.

My joy and my fear, my girl. Oh damn, I love you more than I could ever describe. I know I can be exhausting. I know I can be stupid.

I know I can be a asshole.

I know I’m not easy and sometimes I stress you or I don’t pay enough attention to you.

And I just hope you can handle it, because you’re not so easy either." You two giggles.

"You’re just all I want and all I’ll ever need, my love, I just need you, to live, to be happy.

And that’s why I want to ask you now, here, today."

Jake takes a deep breath and kneels on the floor in front of you.

Now you’re crying more and more, it feels like it’s all just a dream.

Every cell in your body tingles and feels tense, tense with happiness.

Jake opens the little box.

In the small box, a beautiful ring glittered. (Think of your ring as you would like it)

"And that’s why I want to ask you, do you want to lead a chaotic life with me? A completely crazy and exciting life with me at your side? I mean, with the two of us it can only be a chaos" he smiles.

"So, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?"

You’re holding your breath.

Sure, you’ve already imagined a few times how this moment could be, how it would go and how you would react. You knew these words would come now and yet they take your breath away.

You want to answer "yes" and fall around his neck but your words are stuck in your throat.

Suddenly the doors of the hall are torn open.

A lot of men with big guns come running in, shouting at each other’s orders.

"WE ARE THE FBI! JAKE (last name) RAISE YOUR ARMS OVER YOUR HEAD IMMEDIATELY! YOU ARE ARRESTED FOR HACKING THE GOVERNMENT SERVERS"

Before you can react, you’ll be pulled back and held by Richy.

An FBI Agend holds a gun to Jake’s head to keep him calm.

He drops the box with the ring and raises his hands above his head.

Another agent kicks his back and Jake falls to the ground.

Two men handcuff him, Jake doesn’t fight, he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t move, he doesn’t even look at you.

Everything around you is deaf.

Jake is pulled up by the officers and brought outside.

You hear a terrible loud scream, you get goose bumps so tortured it sounds.

Then you realize it was your scream.

You want to tear yourself away from Richy, but he holds you even tighter and pulls you into a hug.

"Jake" you’re screaming.

You’re trying to hit Richy, but he’s holding your arms together.

"No, not Jake" you call again.

You’re crying like hell.

You’re having trouble getting air.

Suddenly you get a slight bump in the back.

Your environment is changing.

Jake is kneeling in front of you.

"MC" whispers Jessy softly.

It was just my imagination.

It wasn’t real, it was imagination.

Your mind has just shown you your greatest fear.

Losing Jake is your biggest fear.

It’s like your mind was trying to show you that the only right thing is to marry Jake, to be with him forever.

"Oh God YES! YES YES YES! OF COURSE I WANT TO MARRY YOU" you call out happy.

Jake opens his eyes and has to realize your words.

Three seconds later, he jumps up and puts his arms around your back.

He lift you up and spin you around.

You laugh happily and Jake also loses a small tear that you immediately kiss away.

There’s cheering and clapping all around you.

"YEAHHH" shouts Jessy loudly and hugs Hannah stormily.

Richy and Dan clap and Thomas rejoices.

Cleo wipes a tear from his eye.

Hannah and Jessy jump up and down.

Jessy cries 100 times today.

And you, you cry and you can’t believe how lucky you are.

"I love you" you mumble at Jake’s neck.

"I love you so much" you repeat.

"And I love you" he murmurs.

He stand you back on the floor and take a step back.

He grabs your hand, your two hands tremble with excitement as Jake puts the ring on your finger.

The ring fits perfectly, more than perfectly, as if it were made just for you.

"Shit, I love you so much" he breathes again and puts his lips on yours.

And right now, all that matters is your kiss.

The proposal, just you and him, and it counts forever.

"Now, congratulations" you hear Richy calling, and unfortunately, you and Jake have to break up.

"We have plenty of time for us at home, and then we’ll talk about your daydream you had. Don’t think I didn’t notice it right away" he whispers in your ear.

Yes, unfortunately, you often have such daydreams in which Jake either or has a fight with other hackers or with gangs. Your fear of losing Jake is enormous and nothing would be worse for you.

"okay babe" you mumble.

Then you two smile again.

Jake actually wants to take your hand but he is suddenly pulled by Richy in a hug.

"Congratulations, bro" Richy shouts aloud.

Like two teenagers, they both hit each other on the back.

Richy and Jake became best friends, like you and Jessy.

You often yo out together.

The two guys have quite a lot in common has turned out.

Jessy falls into your arms.

"Congratulations, God, congratulations" she cries almost more than you do.

"Jessy please don’t cry," you beg even though you cry yourself.

"Forget it, I can do it, my best friend is getting married," she shouts.

"Wait, we’re engaged, take it easy," you giggle.

Jessy steps aside and Hannah immediately hugs you.

Dan and Thomas congratulate you and Jake after each other.

Dan and you became good friends, too, and when you get to know him better, he’s really nice.

A waiter brings a tray with glasses of sparkling wine.

He gives everyone a glass.

"Could I have whiskey?" asks Dan.

You’re starting to laugh.

The waiter answers with a "yes" and goes to fetch him his glass.

Lilly’s coming towards you and Jake.

Jake stands next to you and puts an arm around your hip and pulls you to himself.

You lean your head against his shoulder and look at him happy.

Lilly stops in front of you.

You raise an eyebrow.

Jake’s grip on your hip tightens, but it doesn’t hurt.

"Well, I know what I’ve done, I can’t undo it. But I want to apologize to you guys for everything I’ve done. I hope you can forgive me, and congratulations on the engagement, "she explains.

Her face turns red, she’s uncomfortable.

You still don’t really like her.

To annoy her, you look skeptical at Jake.

Now he skeptically pulls up an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, babe?" he asks you and then looks at Lilly.

"Shall we forgive her?"

"I don’t know, she did you more harm than me, it’s your choice, but I think we both accept the apology, right?" you answer.

"Yes, yes, we do" Jake smiles lightly.

And you look at Lilly with a smile.

Today happened to much good things to have now a bad mood

Thomas raises his glass to toast.

"We toast for Jake and MC" Hannah calls and also raises her glass.

"And for Jessy and Richy" answers Jake.

"Here's to those who wish us well, all the rest can go to hell" Jessy grins.

"Tobias" calls Dan and hold up his Glass of Whiskey.

"Who is Tobias?" Cleo asks confused.

We are all confused.

"No, not who, Tobias= two beers" explains Dan and laughs.

"That was the worst toast ever" Richy giggles.

"Do we want to fight?" asks Dan for fun.

"A toast of all of us" you say and raise your glass too.

"To all of us" you all shout at the same time.

"Wait, you all knew about Jake’s plan, right?" you ask.

As if he knew nothing, Jake smiles innocently.

"We were afraid Jessy would tell you" Richy laughs and gives his wife a kiss. "Hey, I would never betray something like that" insulted she turns away from him

"Party, let’s gooooo" Hannah shouts laughing.

The rest of the evening you will celebrate a wedding and an engagement.

Your own engagement. Again and again guests come to you and Jake and congratulate you too. It’s just the most beautiful day in the world.

You were just in the bathroom and now you’re going back to the hall. the passage connects the hall and the bathroom.

You’re the only one in the long aisle.

In the middle on the left is the men’s toilet.

You past it and whistle a song.

You can’t really hear it because the music is so loud, but it doesn’t matter.

You always whistle when you’re happy.

Through the loud music you do not hear how a door is opened and closed again.

Nor can you hear the footsteps behind you.

Suddenly someone grabs you by the hip and before you can react, you are turned around and ends up with your back against the wall.

It doesn’t hurt but before you can see your attacker, you will be kissed.

Immediately your favorite smell gets in your nose.

You put your hands on Jake’s neck and pull him even closer to you.

Jake presses his body firmly against yours and you gasp.

That’s what Jake uses to deepen your kiss.

His left hand pinches into your skin on hip and the right hand lies on the back of your head and slightly claws into your hair.

You breathe loudly as Jake slightly pulls your head back and puts his lips on your neck.

With his tongue he goes over your skin and kisses the spot under your ear.

"It’s 4:00 in the morning babe, do we want to go home so slowly? I’d like..." he takes a break to kiss your neck again.

Your hands reach into his perfectly styled hair.

"I’d love to have time alone with you" Jake growls in your ear.

Immediately your breath gets faster, and automatically you squeeze your body even tighter.

You’re breath hard.

"We have an engagement to celebrate" he breathes.

"I think it’s really time to go home" you say whispering.

"Good decision honey"

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oneawkwardcookie · 4 years ago

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Nazdeekiyan - Madney (Maddie and Chimney)

Image description under the cut!

First time trying this, so hope this makes some sense!

The format of each bullet is the Hindi lyric [English translation/ show audio] - image description. The square brackets are blank for instrumental (i.e no lyrics)

Intro [N/A] - walking side by side, laughing, as they round the corner and head into the cinema. They have a little light-hearted jog and nudge at the door, before Chimney opens it for her, letting her through first.

N/A [Maybe the greatest love stories start with a second chance] - They walk towards the counter and Maddie talks and gesticulates

raaton ke jaage [those awake for nights] - Maddie crawls on the floor beside a knocked over Christmas tree, before stopping and reaching towards something on the floor

subah mile hain [have met in the morning] - Chimney talks to Maddie, nodding before reaching for her hand.

resham ke dhaage [these stories are like silk threads (soft and lovely),] - Camera shows him rubbing a thumb over her fingers and then pans up to Maddie looking at him, damp eyed but smiling slightly as she stares into his eyes

ye silsile hain [these stories are like silk threads (soft and lovely)] - Shot shows the back of Chimney’s head as Maddie’s head rests on his shoulder. They have their arms wrapped around each other and her eyes are closed as she smiles. Cuts to the decked out Christmas tree.

laazmi si [now they have begun to seem necessary] - Maddie standing next to an engine in the bay, wearing a black blazer and jeans. She holds her hands in front of her as she talks.

lagne lagi hain [now they have begun to seem necessary] - Chim is in his full sleeved uniform, hands in his pockets as he bursts into a smile, looking down then around.

Instrumental [] - He points at the ground, and it cuts to show them both standing a few metres apart as he talks

do dilon ki ab [these closenesses of the two hearts.] - Chimney walks towards Maddie as he talks.

nazdeekiyaan [ these closenesses of the two hearts. ] - He finally closes the gap between them

Instrumental [] - Maddie grins as she brushes her fingers over his ear lobe before she tilts her head to the side, kissing him again, pulling back for just a second before their lips make contact again and her hand moves to his back

dikhti nahi hain [One can’t see] - Buck sits in a chair opposite the two, in front of a food laden coffee table. He looks between them with a confused and mildly annoyed expression.

par ho rahi hain mehsoos nazdeekiyan [but can feel the closeness] - Chim has a piece of food in one hand, Maddie has a takeaway bag in her lap. They both look over at each other, Chim smiling when he sees Maddie smiling, before looking back at Buck and gesturing.

instrumental [] - Maddie leans to her right, and Chim leans as well, as they both look over curiously at something behind the camera

do dil hi jaanein lagti hain [only these two hearts know how safe this closeness feels.] - Maddie, wearing an orange flowery blouse and loose hair in front of her shoulders, walks forwards to take Chim's hands, deep relief on her face. She's saying "I'm really glad you got my message"

kitni mehfooz [only these two hearts know how safe this closeness feels.] - Chim is sitting on the bed, and he looks up and smiles, saying "I love you too"

nazdeekiyan [only these two hearts know how safe this closeness feels] - Maddie replies, a grin on her face as she moves forward, on top of Chimney (off screen).

Instrumental (bar one) [] - Maddie and Chimney press their glasses to each others, looking at each other before they turn to Buck, both of them shrugging a shoulder, smiles on their faces as they lean their glasses towards Buck at the same time. The camera flashes to him, eyes moving between the two.

Instrumental (bar two to four) [] - Maddie and Chimney singing karaoke, she stands behind him as she throws an arm around his shoulder. He looks down in confusion. Chim glances down at her hand as she places it over his chest, he smiles as she continues to sing. Both grin at each other; her hand remains on his chest and he looks behind at her as she tilts her head to the side to look at him, laughing.

Instrumental (bar five and six) [] - Chimney leans down and pulls up a tub, placing it in front of her. He pulls the lid off the pot and Maddie puts her hand over her chest. Maddie talking to Chim, hand still on her chest before she reaches for the pot.

Instrumental (bar seven) [] - Chimney and Maddie, his hand in hers before he twirls her around, in front of an engine and behind people sitting at tables

Instrumental (bar eight) [] - Maddie and Chimney in the station, he has a plate of cake in one hand and a forkful of it in the other as Maddie leans forward a little to take the cake from the fork. Her hand lifts beneath her face as she eats, laughing and Chimney throws his head back as he laughs.

zariyaa [A medium,] - Chim and Maddie sit an opposite ends of a dining table, Maddie looks up, and says "I'm okay" and Chim nods a little

hai ye aankhein zariya [ these eyes are a medium,] - Chim looks teary. His eyes are downcast until he looks up and says "no".

chhalakta hai jinse ek armaanon ka dariya [through which an river of wishes spills out,] - Maddie tries not to cry as she forces a smile. She steps towards him, a hand on either side of his face before she kisses him. Before she pulls back, she gently shakes her head and her hands gently tap either side of his face as she pulls back. One hand gently taps against his chest when she completely pulls back as she holds back tears.

aadatein hain in ki puraani [it’s their old habit] - Chimney gesticulates at the screen in his hand, before looking up. He walks away as Maddie watches him, a small smirk on her face. She points over to him, eyebrows raised as she says "He is so cute"

ankahi si keh de kahaani [to say unsaid stories..] - Maddie talks, DVD in her hand and a nervous look on her face. It flashes to Chimney who grins, nodding his head.

parchhaaiyaan do [two shadows] - Chimney as he takes a deep breath, shoulders slumping before he interlocks his fingers and says "I love you." Maddie has a look of shock.

juDne lagi hain [have begun to merge] - Chimney blinks a few times, shaking his head a little as he smilse and says "I didn't mean to lead with that" Maddie still looks surprised, although a little less so as she smiles briefly.

dekho hawa mein [see, in the air,] - Maddie smiles, tilting her head to the side and smiling wider as she says "happy." Chimney looks lovestruck and smiles wider, shoulders dropping a little.

uDne lagi hain [ they have begun to fly ] - Maddie smiles whilst looking up, hands coming up , looking down a little embarassedly as she says "A million other things". Chim smiles widely, hands coming down before he leans forwards a little.

pankh jaisi lagne lagi hain [seems to be like wings..] - A side view of Maddie and Chimney standing across from each other, Maddie is smiling as Chimney smiles back, talking, his hands in his pockets. Chimney talks, moving his head to the side as he looks at Maddie, a small smirk on his face. Maddie's head is tilted to the side a little as she keeps her eyes on Howie, a smirk on her lips. Chimney’s eyebrows shoot up, in the time with the triangle.

do dilon ki ab [the closeness of the two hearts,] - Maddie grins, biting down on her lip as she talks. She looks away for just a second, before her smile widens, and she looks back at Chimney.

nazdeekiyan [the closeness of the two hearts,] - Chimney steps forward and the smile drops from Maddie’s face as she tilts her head to the side to match Chimney’s

Outro (bar one) [N/A] - Chimney (bare chested) moves his hands out for Maddie, talking to her as he steps closer.

Outro (bar two) [N/A] - Maddie nods, smiling at him. Her hands reach out for the back of his neck as he moves his to her back.

Outro (bar three) [N/A] - Maddie rests her hand on the back of his neck as they kiss

Outro (bar four) [N/A] - They both deepen the kiss, their arms wrapping tighter around each other as his hands move higher up her back and her arms wrap around his shoulders

Outro (bar five) [N/A] - Chimney moves forwards, tears in his eyes and a massive smile as he says "we're having a baby?!"

Outro (bar six) [N/A] - Maddies face as she wraps both arms around Chimney, a huge smile on her face and both pregnancy tests still in her hands.

Outro (bar seven) [N/A] - Chimney’s face as he wraps both arms around Maddiie, grinning as he closes his eyes

Outro (bar eight) [N/A] - Zoomed out shot of the two of them hugging, lifting their legs a little as they sway to one side.

N/A [Thank you for watching card] - Maddie and Chimney are kneeling on the ground over the woman with the dislocated pelvis. Chim grins up at Maddie, who grins back.

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risingsouls · 4 years ago

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Recruited: Chapter 4

[I did it. They did the thing! Their favorite thing! Yee!]

The Saiyan prince only released his exasperated growl once his scouter beeped, indicating the emperor severed the line of communication. In battle, Vegeta responded to the most unexpected changes fluidly and with little issue. Outside of the field in which his very nature, his blood, offered him innate skill in, shifting anything he had grown comfortable with bristled his ill temper. Within a few weeks, he grew used to Nappa’s absence on the jobs assigned to him and Raditz. The oaf would rejoin their ranks when he completed his final session with that new recruit, and Vegeta’s life would return to the normalcy he had become accustomed to over the past few decades.

That was until Frieza graced him with news he didn’t particularly care for.

“Frieza’s really making that woman our fourth, huh?” Vegeta grunted and climbed out of his pod to join the taller Saiyan, deeming words unnecessary when Raditz heard the whole conversation. “I suppose there are worse candidates, especially in looks, but she’s a complete rookie. Won’t she just slow us down?”

“Most likely.” He tapped the button on the side of his scouter. Nappa’s power level flashed across the screen on the other side of the planet, the second nearby no doubt his pupil’s. Their new teammate. Her power level had increased some, though he couldn’t decide if he wanted to attribute it to Nappa’s tutelage in ki control or her own natural competence. "Nappa's reports were...promising for her ability as a warrior, at least. But we both know the oaf is like a puppy and gets excited over even the most mediocre of talents. Not to mention he could be fudging her progress to make himself look like less of a failure."

"I suppose so. Guess only time will tell."

Vegeta fought the urge to roll his eyes. Had he not harbored his own curiosity and desire to see their new addition in action, he would have berated Raditz for his moping and apparent attempt to play on the prince's impatience to convince him to peek in on their training. It wouldn't be the first time he tried to convince him when they returned to base before Nappa finished his session with his trainee. Now they had a viable reason to outside of drooling over her.

His boots left the metal of the landing dock. "Come along, Raditz, I think it's time I take a personal look at this woman's skill." A slight smirk curled his lips as he took to the sky, that innate excitement for a proper rival to his strength tantalizing. The thrill of battle that often fizzled to nothing in the face of disappointment after disappointment in his opponents' overall power and fighting prowess. "Perhaps I will give her a proper test myself. See what she's really capable of. Nappa no doubt either sparred her himself or sicced his Saibamen on her. Neither a particularly telling gauge of what she can do."

Raditz snorted beside him. "You're not going to try and kill her, are you? Poor girl's only been here a month and hasn't even been in the field yet."

"Tch, well I'm not planning on holding back if that's what you're getting at." The prince shot his cohort a scathing glare, then returned his attention to the front. "What would that prove? If she dies, it just shows Frieza wasted his time in plucking her from whatever backwater planet she hails from."

If Raditz had any further protest, he astutely kept it to himself, the rest of their flight completed in silence. Obsidian eyes narrowed when he found Nappa chatting with the woman rather than training her. Typical. The last day to push his student and he sees it as an excuse to slack off. Had he known Frieza would force her onto his team, he would have suggested he train her himself.

“Of course I would find you flapping your gums rather than training like you’re supposed to be,” he scolded Nappa, landing with Raditz behind the pair. Both turned to face him, and the large Saiyan’s incredulous expression amused him. The woman blinked in surprise, her head tilted slightly as her gaze roved from him to Raditz and back again. Her lips curved into a light smirk of her own, and he noted it twitch further upward as Nappa stuttered and grasped desperately for an explanation.

“We were only taking a small break,” he finally settled on, huffing and folding his arms. “What the hell are you two doing here, anyway? Come to see the progress I helped my pupil achieve, or did you just miss me that much?”

"Actually, the jobs have been rather peaceful without your big mouth running all the time," Raditz said, the loose end of his tail thwapping lightly against his armor. Though he addressed Nappa, Vegeta didn't miss how he observed the woman. She was either oblivious or blatantly ignoring him. "We were talking about convincing you to retire, old man. It would be worth the peace and quiet."

Nappa raised a fist and growled. "You little whelp! I could turn you inside out without breaking a sweat!" he shouted. Another huff and a warning glance from the prince calmed the general, his tone returning to as conversational as the blustery Saiyan could manage. "Vegeta would boot your ass to the curb before me, runt, and you know it."

"I'm about to put you both in the ground of you don't quit squabbling." Vegeta rested his eyes back on the woman. Dropping her blissful ignorance, her golden gaze shifted to meet his obsidian, her amusement lingering as a spark in her eyes and the hint of that smile on her lips. Pretty, but that meant little to a Saiyan prince. Power was the language of respect.

He raised a gloved hand and beckoned her to follow him with a pair of crooked fingers. The wave of surprised expressions that spread from her and then to Nappa amused him. "Let's go. I don't care what Frieza wants, you're not joining my crew unless I personally test your skill." He halted in the center of the open space, and his lips twisted upward as he turned to face the trio he left behind. "It's about time someone gave you a proper challenge, woman."

"My name is Nabooru," she asserted, blatantly ignoring Nappa's paling and silent warning. An unneeded one; Vegeta had yet to decide if a strategy of fear would be needed to force her in line. If she survived their spar at all. She followed in his path and halted a respectable distance away, hands on her hips. No hesitation to rise to his challenge, the chance to prove herself, a commendable trait. In light of it and his own nature raring for a decent fight, he could excuse and even laud her boldness in correcting him. For now.

"You must be Vegeta."

"A lot of good our names will do you if you don't survive this," he retorted with a dark chuckle. He sank into a combat stance, arms lifted and knees bent. "Come on. Show me how much Nappa lied in his reports about you."

Her full lips pressed together and turned downward in a frown and he saw the spark of anger flash in her eyes. Good. If he pissed her off, she was less likely to pull her punches, a mistake regardless of her mood. Outside of testing the waters, he refused to go easy on her. The rest of the universe wouldn't, so neither would he. She took his lead and took up her own stance. "I think you're going to find I'm difficult to kill if that's your goal here."

No sooner had the word left her lips did she launch forward, and Vegeta dodged her first punch by a hair, the wind from rushing over his face and ear as he tilted it to the side. She followed up with a flurry of light-speed attacks, bent on forcing him on the defensive with her speed. A trait he underestimated and the half second it took him to readjust to it cost him ground and a rattling strike to his forearm when he couldn't move fast enough to outright dodge it. She was no amateur, certain to be mindful of leaving openings while she attacked. The title of Elite she supposedly held on her home planet, according to Nappa, a meaningful one, at least. How often he found soldiers claiming to be their army's greatest, most elite warrior only for him to tear through them like tissue paper, or their skill in combat questionable at best.

He caught her next punch in his gloved palm, the crackle of her orange energy sparking around the connection. He grit his teeth at the pain, at the effort to keep it from completing its course to his face, revealing elongated canines, but his lips remained stretched upward in a grin. Adrenaline thrummed through his system, that thrill of battle, of a challenge, that evaded him for so long igniting a wildfire within him. Perhaps he would try harder not to kill her after all. When time permitted, he could use a sparring partner like her.

Vegeta took advantage of the halt in attacks he created and pushed back on her with his own. Despite the shift in his offensive stance, she refused to play fully defensive, trading blows instead of only working to block or dodge them to prevent damage while still ensuring she didn't take anything too critical. They used every inch of the battlefield, the sky, a dance of strategizing and re-strategizing, breaking up the high-velocity swapping of melee blows when either of them took a rattling hit that threw them off their groove by being forced to create a pocket of space with a knock back or doing so themselves for a millisecond of reprieve. It was all either of them seemed keen on allowing.

Whether out of exhaustion or a moment of sloppiness, the Saiyan gripped her ankle before the swing of her leg could crash into his head. Surprise ghosted over her features and he wasted no time in taking advantage of it. Laughing, he yanked her backward and flung her back toward the planet's surface. With the speed at which she sailed, her cry was a short one; the Gerudo's body slammed into the ground, a cloud of rust-colored dust pluming above the shallow crater it made. Knowing that wouldn't stop her for long--or, perhaps hoping for such--Vegeta charged ki in either of his palms.

"I hope you had fun with the warm up!" he crowed, laughter continuing as he fired a volley of ki blasts straight downward where she had landed.

A blip from his scouter was all the warning he had, the light from his blasts covering her daring tactic from sight. Orange ki enveloping her and protecting her to some degree from the weak blasts, Nabooru rocketed straight upward through his barrage. He watched in surprise as she deflected a sphere with a swipe of her arm. A distraction, as he failed to see her other arm rise, her hand glowing with energy. With little more than a few feet between them, he had no choice but to cross his arms over his face as the blast struck and sent him flying back from the force. He rolled off of it with a growl only for pain to erupt in his back, his skull, as she brought her leg down on him and sent him hurtling back to the surface. He collided with a grunt and another surge of pain throughout every bone and muscle.

Sensitive ears pricked at the sound of the whoosh of air. He flipped on his back in time to see Nabooru descending on him, knee bent and aimed for his abdomen. Cursing her extended his arms and captured her knee in both hands, the force of her drop forcing him downward into the ground. He growled and powered up himself, the planet quaking around him and energy crackling between them. Grunting, he pushed up to a seated position and threw her off. She somersaulted and skidded along the ground. He sprang back to his feet as she twisted around to face him again.

"You've done better than I thought," he said. A compliment he didn't give out lightly. While still no match for him, at least she had proven she could handle herself in a fight against a powerful opponent. His doubts had been minimized a degree or two, at least, and she offered him a better spar than most could. Something he didn't realize he craved until his first attacks that landed didn't break her. That instead of dropping to her knees and begging him for her life, she was rising to her feet for next round. The only thing keeping his temper in check.

He noted the rise and fall of her chest as she used the reprieve to catch her breath, her eyes alight and a proud smirk returned to her lips. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

Vegeta chuckled, half curious about how long she would last if she were fresh. A test for another time. “Don’t thank me yet.” He widened his stance and pressed his palms together, fingers crooked inward and pointed in opposite directions. Purple energy crackled around his hands, his body, his smirk verging on crazed. He pulled his hands back by his head. He vaguely heard some semblance of a protest from their audience, witnessed the woman’s eyes widened as her scouter warned her of the rapid rise in power level. To her credit, she didn’t freeze, but shifted her own stance and powered up herself, gathering her own orange energy in her hands.

“You’ve been training with ki, right? Let’s see how much it paid off! Galick Gun!” He pushed his hands outward toward her, firing his signature attack. “Fire!”

He felt her blast collide with his, pushing back against his own energy but ultimately matching it and resulting in a stalemate of violet and tangerine swirling between them. His scouter informed him of another surge of her power, the result of it pushing on his and forcing him to dig his heels to maintain his ground. Had this been another situation, he wouldn’t toy with her. He would pour the last of his energy into his blast and watch as it swallowed her and her ki like an insatiable beast. Offering false hope wasn’t usually his style, but he supposed he could reward her promising showing and quick thinking.

The orange-gold ki crept closer and closer until his began to spray outward at all angles the closer it got to the source. Another second and he forced the remaining energy needed to overwhelm her attack, the beam widening with the ki he fed into it. It sped toward her and he heard her wail, the sound of it drowned out by the crash of the blast colliding with a rock formation several meters behind her.

Vegeta lowered his arms and straightened, waiting for the smoke to clear to see how she fared. The dust thinned and he hummed in approval when her standing silhouette came into focus. Upon clearing entirely, it revealed the Gerudo with her arms crossed in front of her, armor chipped and a fair portion of her battlesuit ripped and tattered. Even from a distance, he could see her body quaking with the effort to stubbornly remain on her feet.

He strode over to her and her arms dropped to her side and, as though it sapped her of what remained of her energy, she swayed forward. The prince caught her with a gloved hand pressed to her abdomen. He snorted when she mirrored him, obviously anticipating an attack.

“I’m not going to kill you. This time.” Her knees finally gave out and he let her sink to the ground, her hands catching her and keeping her from eating dirt. How fitting. Kneeling to a prince. Her new commander. The display of his power should have more than cemented that in her mind and serve to keep her in line. If she knew what was best for her and didn’t want to properly incur his wrath.

Still...due to being the only Saiyans left and loyal to the remaining member of their race’s royalty, he never had the need to assert his dominance in their group. He gave orders, Nappa and Raditz followed them with little to no argument. Could he really be sure with her? A stranger with no real reason to be loyal other than to spare her own life?

Spurred by the remnants of adrenaline and the heightened mood the decent spar put him in, he wasn’t quite ready to leave the game on such a simple note. He reached down and rested his hand beneath her chin, tilting her face upward and forcing her to meet his gaze. He smirked down at her. She winced with the sudden jerk and though her eyelids were heavy with exhaustion, her lips remained fixed in a stubborn line.

“Welcome to the team.” He let her chin drop and he flipped around on his heel and returned to his cohorts. “Let’s go.”

Nappa glanced between Vegeta and the Gerudo still on all fours. “Shouldn’t we--?”

“Now, Nappa.” He glared at both Saiyans until they ascended and started back for the base. He cast the woman one last glance, the end of his tail swaying idly at his hip, and watched her shakily regain her feet. A smirk twitched his lips, and he followed after Raditz and Nappa.

He could deal with this arrangement.

#fic: recruited #:: nabooru ☀#// vegeta ♅#vegeta is such a shit tho

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years ago

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shaadi mubarak 30.09.20 lb

every time tarun is on screen:

honestly, he reminds me of that dude in halahal who was shouting at shiv to sell the clinic and then had a BP episode. why lord why won't he just drop like that dude?

anyway blah blah blah no1 curr about your stupid “challenge”, bitch.

this asshole tarun is honestly the most disrespectful wretch that i have ever encountered in my years of ITV watching. like 4 lions men at least redeem themselves with how they are with the people they really care about, but this hateful bitch? nope, zero redeeming qualities to him. none what-so-fucking-ever.

EXCUSE ME BUASAA AND PHUPASAA WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING HERE WATCHING THIS SHIT? Y'ALL CAME ALL THE WAY FROM PUSHKAR FOR WHAT EXACTLY?????

“thaare jaise kapoot ko paida karne ke liye nau mahine pait mein rakhna pada, business kaiyya ho jayega? na na, thaare ko toh samajh hi na hai business ki, tu toh rehne hi de.” every time kusum opens her mouth, he murders tarun in cold blood, and i'm honestly here for it.

juhi and sumedh also jumping into ring and telling tarun to fuck right off to the 7th circle of hell that he came from.

oh preeti why are you pulling juhi back?????? ulta i need sumedh, kajal, and aastha to hold tarun down, so kusum and juhi can fuckkkkkkkkk himmmmmmm up.

thank god, she didn't agree to the challenge.

lmaooooo his face when she refused to engage with his bachkaani nonsense.

OMG SACHCHI???? TU HAMESHA KE LIYE CHUP RAHEGA??????? YOU PROMISE???? GOD PROMISE???? YEH TOH WIN-WIN SITUATION HAI, NA CHALLENGE LO, NA ISS MANHOOS KI BAATEIN SUNO. POORA UDAIPUR/INDIA/SANSAAAAR WILL BE THANKFUL FOR IT FOREVER.

my god what a spoiltttttttttt fucking brat i hate him so much.

LMAO I AM KUSUM, WITH THAT SASSY 'BITCH IMMA CUT YOU’ SMIRK.

FINALLY BUAASAA HAS WOKEN UP FROM HER MINI COMA.

kusum sees rightttttttt through alll your bs, son. you can fuck right off, thanks.

lol tarun's greatest foe is kusum, she shoots down each and every single one of his nonsensical ideas with logic and sass.

GOD BUAASAAA FUCK RIGHT OFFFFFFFFF.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh manzoor hai. preeti, you're such a pushover.

I AM HONESTLY RELIEVED TO SEE THE TIBREWAL'S AINVAYI KA NAACH GAANA COZ MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SIT THROUGH IN THAT PREVIOUS SCENE.

KT really be the rudra of this house, drinking hot chocolate and all.

omg stfu momma bear. you don't know shit.

KT saa about to school mom.

BACHCHE ARE MOST CERTAINLY BEGHAIRAT. IDK WHY ANYONE HAS KIDS, IT SEEMS LIKE THE MOST THANKLESS JOB IN THE WORLD. CERTAINLY DON'T GET GOOD ROI ON IT. AND I’M SPEAKING AS A BACHCHA MYSELF. I CAN’T STAND MY OWN BEGHAIRAT ASS, AND I’M NOWHERE NEAR AS TERRIBLE AS MOST TELLYWOOD MEN.

idk how kusum is letting tarun stand in her house, dripping all over the place. fucking gross.

hein? 25 days to diwali? diwali toh mid-november mein hain. this show is happening in the future?

i am sumedh, barely holding on to the shreds of my control.

this fucking nonsense buasaa is the worst, and the reason for all this bs. i hate you, you regressiveass old bat.

KT still giving KKHH-worthy speech on maa. arre samajh gaye na.

this momma bear is a little too involved in things she should let her adult son handle on his own. KT is right to look disturbed.

oh no, kusum's back in the phone!!!! NOOOOOO COME BAAAAAACK!!!!!!!

omg i loveeeeeeeee preeti's sari soooooo much. good lord, i would dieeeeee for such a gorgeous outfit. just look at how amazing it looks on her complexion.

lmao kusum still mad at preeti for taking up the challenge.

“uski zabaan bandh hoti toh achcha hi hota, kaunse uske mooh se rasgulle ki chaashni tapakti rehti hai?” snort.

ouff preeeeti why you gotta be Mother India 2020 (h/t @fromthemindofpan)

lmaoooooooo kusum saying tarun sharpens his tongue and then comes over to their place.

tameez is as foreign a concept to tarun as a low-carb diet is to me.

“ladoongi toh main, par meri talwaar bhi aap aur dhaal bhi aap [...] agar aap ka saath hai, toh jeet jaaongi.” asdflkjdslfkjdslk i love nothing more in this worldddddd than the pure bond between two womennnnnnnnnn.

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ok i'm no longer laughing at rati's bs.

#shaadi mubarak #sm lbs #episode liveblogs

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savethelastdan · 4 years ago

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An “It's Okay to Not Be Okay” (사이코지만 괜찮아) related ask: please rewrite the whole plotline about Ko Moon Young’s mom so it makes sense

“Do you see that guy, Haeng-Ja?”

Do Hui-Jae gives her a red lipped smile, freeing her hair from its ties. The stack of nursing books that they’ve checked out for their upcoming finals slips from the desk as she swings around. Haeng-Ja picks them up with a soft scolding, but Hui-Jae’s not paying any attention.

“That guy. I want him.”

She leans against the front desk, staring into the blackness outside. Unlike the other nurses, Park Haeng-Ja likes the night shift. Patients have to stay in their rooms, soundly sleeping or not, and in between her rounds the Head Nurse says she’s okay to read.

But tonight, the horror novel she’s brought is left in her bag. Instead, like a moth to a flame, she pulls out the latest of Do Hui-Jae’s letters. The voice in her head sneers: After all those horrible things she said to you, why bother to read it?

Shut up. She peels apart the pages as best as she can with blunt nails. Sure, Do Hui-Jae is a selfish bitch (who drops out in their third year, after all their promises to work at the same hospital someday?) But she’s also Park Haeng-Ja’s only friend. The only person who’s ever seen her.

And she must care. It’s obvious in the elegant penmanship and tiny flecks of blood-red nail polish that stains the pages. How every story is written like a movie scene, as though Haeng-Ja is standing right over her shoulder watching everything happen. They want to publish my book, the letter reads, and Haeng-Ja can practically hear Hui-Jae’s high-pitched shriek of a laugh. And Ko Dae-Hwan says he wants to marry me. I feel like a princess at the end of the fairy tale.

Haeng-Ja snorts, muttering under her breath. “More like the wicked witch.”

“What the hell?” Tears streaming down her face, the first-year nursing student points a shaking hand at Hui-Jae. “She just pushed me! I could have broken my neck--”

“Stop screaming.” Hui-Jae tosses her hair, arms crossed over her chest. “You sound like some kind of ugly animal.”

The girl backs away from the stairs, sobbing harder. Rolling her eyes, Hui-Jae turns her back.

“You have to stop doing that,” Haeng-Ja sighs, hurrying to keep up with the other girl’s long-legged stride. “Doing bad things for attention.”

Hui-Jae’s smile is cold. “Makes you jealous, does it?”

“What do you mean?”

Hui-Jae takes hold of her arm in a vice-like grip, already sounding bored. “We both wanted to push her. I’m just the one who did it first.”

Haeng-Ja freezes. The spot where Hui-Jae’s fingers wrap around her elbow hurts.

“It’s okay,” her friend says, winking like they share a secret. “I’ll always be there to do the things that you can’t do."

“Lying bitch.”

She stares at the letter, hands shaking. She reads the words, again and again and again.

Daughter.

Line after line about Hui-Jae’s greatest creation, for five pages. There’s nothing else, not about her latest book or even her supposedly devoted husband. Heat pushes against the inside of Haeng-Ja’s skull, turning her vision scarlet.

Tearing the pages apart, she shoves them back into her purse, breathing hard. Grabbing the clipboard, she races down the hall, counting the doors and listing the patients behind them.

1 - Lee Pil-jung, abandoned to the throes of schizophrenia by his unfeeling brothers.

2 - Song Yu Mi, desperate to hurt herself with anything she can get her hands on so that depression won’t rule her life anymore.

3 - Kim Ki Hyun, entirely certain that he’s a fallen angel who must only keep jumping off things to get the hang of flying.

And dozens more, all miserable in their uselessness; their inability to hide their true selves from anyone in the world only meant they’d been rejected.

Need me, need me, fucking need me you pathetic, worthless--

“Nurse Park?”

The Head Nurse’s voice is gravel-worn from age and long hours. Haeng-Ja turns to show off a perfectly serene smile.

She’s been practicing.

Dae-Hwan, the waste of space. If that rotting brain wasn’t already going to kill him, I would.

There’s a pathetic little boy that follows my baby around. Perhaps I’ll cut his throat if it doesn’t stop.

How dare she say such a thing. Nosy little bug--how about I just squash her?

She reads the sentence again, tapping her nails on the desktop. Hui-Jae’s anger is so potent, as if it were flowing through her own veins. They’ve always agreed on this point, after all.

Useless people don’t deserve to touch perfect things.

“I killed her,” he wails, beating his brow with both hands. “I killed--”

“Shh, it’s alright now,” she says, mimicking the calm tone of the Head Nurse. She has to get better at it, if she’s going to have a chance to replace her. Even though she knows exactly who he means.

Even though she wants to tear his throat out, to press her thumbs into his eyes until they pop, to drink in his screams until she fucking feels something--

But she can’t. Because she’s Park Haeng-Ja. A safety pin, useless without a bomb to diffuse.

“Tell me all about it,” she breathes, leaning closer to his trembling lips.

“Tell me all about it,” she says, back turned to the silent girl sitting on the stairs as they wait for the social worker to arrive.

“Tell all me about it,” she whispers to the dark stain on the floor of the locked room.

Which part did it, Hui-Jae?

Was it when you felt your skull crack on the stair, limbs folded up like a paper doll left out in the rain?

Was it when you were locked behind that door, choking on stale air?

Was it when he put you in the box, twisting your limbs to make it fit? Was it when the water from the lake started to leak into the box, filling the little space that the screams left in your lungs?

Haeng-Ja beats her head with both hands, screaming because she know she’ll never know.

Haeng-Ja is nothing and no one.

No one wants her.

Anything useless must be discarded.

Do Hui-Jae looks in the mirror, and smiles.

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let-me-love-you-loki · 5 years ago

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Can’t Start Too Late

I sat on the patio beneath the shade, the book I’d brought down from the house laying forgotten in my lap. It was hard to read with the squealing and laughter ringing in the air anyway. Just below me, Matt and Nick had all four of the kids on the tennis court. Basketballs bounced and rolled in every direction as the California sun beat down.

“Sunscreen!” I called down to them, grinning.

Matt looked up, his brown eyes hidden behind his thick sunglasses. He smiled. “You heard Mama.”

Nick, who had been on the other side of the court with Mattie, dropped his basketball between his feet, whistled, and clapped twice. “Let’s do it, Jacksons!” Lee and RJ looked over at the sound of his voice. “Everybody round up Papa!”

The kids dropped whatever they were doing and came running, waddling, and toddling over to where Matt stood just beneath me. Lee looked up and grinned, waving excitedly. I waved back.

A moment later, Nick was there in the thick of it. Mattie—now nine—was old enough to put her sunscreen on herself. She dutifully rubbed it on her arms and legs, face and neck, then turned around for her Dad to get where she couldn’t reach. Then she went to help Nicole. Lee had it all over his fingers as Matt tried to show him how and ended up leaving a bright white smear along his Papa’s face. RJ submitted to Nick without complaint.

My husbands, ever the good examples for our children, slathered on their own sunscreen. I was still surprised, that after all this time, the sight of them shirtless and sweating could make my breath catch and my cheeks flame.

Once all the kids were thoroughly slathered in sunscreen, they went their separate ways. The boys had installed two more basketball goals for the kids. There was the standard size one for them, then another with a six-foot-high hoop, and a third one that was Fisher-Price. The girls trailed behind Nick, both focusing hard on bouncing the basketballs in their hands. The boys stayed close by with Matt, the three of them gathering around the bright red plastic hoop.

“Bounce, Papa,” RJ said, holding out his still-chubby hands. He was two now, and his Papa was the greatest person in the whole world. “Bounce.”

Matt grinned at him and picked up one of the small basketballs that came with the hoop. He took RJ by the wrist and pulled our son to stand in front of him. “Bounce, just like this,” he said calmly. I watched as he bounced the ball once or twice himself, dropping it to the ground and then patting it with his hand when it came back up.

“Ounce!” RJ giggled, clapping his hands. Matt laughed and, patiently, started teaching them both how to bounce a basketball and put it through their plastic Fisher-Price hoop.

The girls and Nick were on the other side of the ten-foot hoop. He half crouched, half sat on his basketball in front of them. Nicole clutched her pink kid’s ball against her stomach and watched raptly as her Dad showed Mattie how to hold the ball to shoot it the right way. Mattie did exactly as Nick told her, putting her hands just where he said.

I watched as he had her pretend to shoot a basket, catching the ball one handed and giving it back, correcting her gently each time. Nicole followed her sister’s lead, beaming whenever Nick praised her efforts.

My heart ached with how much I loved them. Our lives had fallen into a kind of normalcy in the ten years the three of us had been together. The way I loved the two of them was a constant background noise to our lives—it was never far away, easily noticed and brought to the forefront—but sometimes, in moments like this, it hit me so completely that it took my breath away. I fell in love with them over and over, each time I saw them with our children in the quiet snippets of daily life.

They were more than I had ever dreamed. I was lucky beyond anyone else in the world to have them. To have two wonderful, strong, kind, loving men who wanted to be mine, who didn’t care what anyone thought about our lives. To watch them be completely besotted with our children, wrapped around our daughters’ fingers, completely enamored with their growing sons. I’d never seen two better fathers—they were patient and gentle, kind and open with their affection, but a united front when it came to discipline and teaching our kids right from wrong. As much as they were at the beck and call of our children, they were firm with their expectations and consistent with their consequences. And I knew that they had learned it all from Matt Sr., who treated me just like his own.

As afternoon wore on, the boys started getting fussy. The heat and the lack of their normal nap left them cranky and no longer willing to let Papa teach them to play. Matt took Lee by the hand and, with RJ on his hip, brought them up to the patio. He sank down into the chair next to me in the shade as Lee climbed into my lap and tucked his head against my shoulder.

“You’re training another set of All City Champs, aren’t you?” I asked playfully.

Matt laughed and pushed his glasses up on top of his head. RJ curled up in his Dada’s lap and started sucking his thumb. I could see the faint tan lines on my husband’s face where his glasses had been. “Rancho Cucamonga’s finest.”

“I don’t think I thank you enough. You and Nick… you are the best dads in the world. I couldn’t have dreamed better for my kids than you two.”

He reached over and took my hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing my fingers. “It’s easy for you and for them. Plus,” he looked out at his brother, still working diligently with the girls, “we had a good example.”

“He’s so proud of you guys, you know that, don’t you?” I laced our fingers together and smiled. His skin was hot and already a few shades darker than my own.

Before he could respond, Nick and the girls came up the steps onto the patio. Mattie flopped down on one of the loungers and closed her eyes. Nicole sat down on the edge, sticking her legs through the slats in the railing and swinging her feet.

Nick planted his hands on the back of my chair and leaned over, giving me a playful upside-down kiss. Lee grunted when the brim of his Dada’s hat bopped him in the head. “Sorry, bud,” he mumbled, grinning. “I think it’s time we all go take a nap, and then get in the pool later.”

Mattie let out a grunt, rolled off the lounger, and trudged up the steps toward the houses. “I’m going to Papa’s,” she mumbled on the way up.

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It was getting late, and the kids had finally all been tucked into bed at Nick’s. The three of us sat in the living room, Nick with his head in my lap and me with mine on Matt’s shoulder. Matt’s fingers were threaded with mine as my other hand swept gently through Nick’s hair. The room was comfortably quiet, and I took the time to enjoy being with them like this. Four kids and their careers left little time for us to be together like we wanted.

Nick looked up, his blue eyes bright and wide. “When are you going to tell us, Y/N?”

“Tell you what?” I replied, looking anywhere but at him. I could hear the nervousness in my voice, and I was surprised they couldn’t hear my heart beating in my chest.

“We’ve kinda figured out the signs by now, Mama,” Matt added, pressing his lips to my hair.

I blinked and let my head fall back against the sofa cushions. I didn’t know whether I wanted to laugh or cry. How could I have thought that I could keep it a secret from them?

“What gave me away?” I asked, looking from Nick to Matt and back again.

Nick grinned. “You were scrubbing the grout in the shower with a toothbrush.”

“And organizing the linen closet,” Matt added.

“Washing all the sheets and blankets…”

“… alphabetizing the DVD rack…”

“…unpacking…”

“… and then repacking…”

“… the storage tubs in Matt’s garage…”

I waved my hands to silence them. “Cleaning? That’s why you think…”

Matt raised a brow. “C’mon, Y/N. There’s only one time that you ever clean as obsessively as you have been this week. We’ve seen you do it four times.”

“So…” Nick prompted, drawing out the word.

Sighing, I nodded. “Yes. I’m pregnant.”

Nick sat up and moved to kneel in the floor in front of me. I looked back and forth between them, worrying as always that they would be upset. But I shouldn’t, just as I never had to. They were looking at me with matching, hopeful smiles and an excited light in their eyes. Nick’s baby blues were already glistening with tears.

“Wait,” I said, taking their hands and drawing in a deep breath. “I need to ask you both something. And I want you to be honest with me.”

The excitement shifted to worry. Matt turned to look at me head on. Nick scooted closer, settling one hand on my knee. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. I could see the terror settling in.

“Is it okay… if this is the last one?”

As one, they deflated, both of them slumping over against me. Matt cradled my head in his palm and pressed a hard kiss to my temple. Nick let his forehead rest against my knees.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” Matt murmured against my hair, gasping for breath. “Don’t scare us like that.”

Nick took both my hands in his and pulled them to his mouth, whispering against my fingers. I couldn’t make out the words, but the pain in them broke my heart. “Nick…”

He looked up, squeezing my fingers in his. “You’ve given us more than we have a right to ask for, Sunshine. Four beautiful kids. Houses turned into homes. Support in everything we’ve done for the last twelve years.” He took a breath, sighed. “You’re the one who has to carry the baby. You’re the one who has to go through labor. You’re the one who is put at risk. If you don’t want any more, then we’re done.”

The brothers looked at each other for a moment, communicating in that way they had. “We’ll do this like we’ve done everything else, together,” Matt said confidently. “Although, I never thought I’d be getting a vasectomy with my brother. But you’re worth it, Y/N.”

I snorted, laughing despite the heady relief I felt. Nick grinned and moved back to sit beside me. As one, they leaned in and pressed kisses against my cheeks, laughing along with me.

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unlockthelore · 4 years ago

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An Unexpected Ambition

When the option arises, Rin decides the best route to protecting herself is one that suits her best.

From the series Affections Touching Across Time on Ao3, and part of the Four Seasons fic. For more updates, follow the affections touching across time tag on this blog. For more of this fic, follow the four seasons tag.

While it may sound strange I learned that fighting is more than muscles and ki - to fight for someone with all of your heart - even if you know you might lose, it takes strength.

Inner strength that many don’t have.

You won’t say it, so I won’t either, but I’m glad that you’ve grown so strong.

Keep fighting with all your heart for whoever you want to protect, so you’ll grow even stronger, and be the greatest daiyōkai of our age.

I believe in you, Lord Sesshomaru.

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The next morning, Rin awoke to the distant exchange of quiet and gruff murmurings.

For a short while, she shuddered and wriggled beneath her comforter, attempting to slip back into a pocket of sleep. Thick waxy thoughts refused to settle in one form as voices churned them about into different shapes and figures.

“When I was that size, I’d’ve given anything for someone to teach me how to throw a decent punch,” a deep voice said, thinned with exasperation and gruff in its speech. Rin could imagine the furrow in its owner’s brow, and his irritable scowl. “ ‘Sides, world we live in isn’t all that safe, y’know. There were dangers before Naraku, and one of these days, she’s gonna have to face ‘em on her own.”

The voice’s owner spat ‘Naraku’ as if it were a mouthful of poison. Rin’s brow quivered and she pressed her lips together to stifle a whimper, trying to banish the thought of creeping spiders and soulless red eyes.

“… Ye have made yer point, Inuyasha,” another voice, wizened and haggard in exhaustion. It was a tone Rin knew well. Seconds away from a chiding remark. “Just know that if any harm should come to Rin —”

A harsh snort interrupted the reprimand. “Yeah, yeah, you don’t have t’ remind me,” Inuyasha scoffed. “If anythin’ happens to her, he is gonna throw a fit.”

He? Rin’s quivering slowed as the image of a silver-haired figure painted across the back of her eyelids, his silhouette illuminated by the moon. He was the one who stood between her and certain death time and again with naught but a blade in hand even when he possessed only one.

“I was going to say ye will have to deal with me,” the second voice filled the void’s silence and echoed but the daiyōkai seemed to pay it little mind.

Sesshomaru-sama?

“She sleeps in my home, we eat meals together, and she has quite the voice for singing and storytelling…”

In her mind’s eye, he furtively glanced over his shoulder, sparing only a sliver of golden eyes away from the unseen foe before him. His eyes, brighter than the sun, were alight with an emotion she couldn’t put to name. What was he waiting for?

“Did ye think me so cold-hearted not to care for her in more than body and obligation, Inuyasha?”

Nothing was said but the unease Rin felt slowly crumbled away.

It’s nothing, m’lord. I’m fine.

Kaede would look after her just as he trusted she would not so long ago. Sesshomaru stared at her for a moment longer then turned forward. His sword flourished, its blade catching the moonlight with an unearthly silver-green tinge. The markings along its edge luminescent with a green glow as he sheathed it then walked on into the light.

Rin held out her hand, fingers outstretched but she could barely see past them as the fog wrapped around him - obscuring his image in a silhouette.

“Keh, I know that. You took in Kagome when she first got here.”

“She told ye about that?”

“Said you were the first person to treat her kindly, even if you were a stubborn old hag.”

“I believe you embellish.”

“Yeah, Kagome wouldn’t call you a hag. She’d probably sit me right now if she heard me say it.”

Giving up with a huff, Rin groggily shuffled upright and rubbed the grit from her eyes, blinking away sleep’s veil. Past the window’s slats, the clouded blue-black sky wouldn’t allow even the moon’s outline to be seen. In lieu of its luminescence, weak firelight spilled past the noren and coaxed shadows to the room’s far corners.

“She will return, Inuyasha,” Kaede intoned softly, and Rin could imagine her peering across the flames. Forehead creased deeply in concentration and eye gleaming in the copper flames. “May ye not forget how to live the life that she helped to forge with ye.”

Rin squeezed the fluff of her comforter’s lining between her fingers, swaying precariously as she tried to wake. She glanced aside and pouted at Kaede’s folded bedding, shuffling to the edge of her futon to touch her comforter’s corner.

It still felt warm and fluffed.

Had she gotten out of bed recently?

Concern for the elder priestess arose as Rin glanced toward the doorway. Nightmares plagued them both; though Kaede claimed her own were nothing more than smoldering cinders, while Rin’s were still-burning flames. Time is what the elder priestess attributed to her current state of mind, and it is what she told Rin to give to ease her own burdens.

However, Rin learned that the saying that time couldn’t heal all wounds was quite true.

When Kaede awoke gasping for breath and shuddering in the darkness, Rin pretended to stay asleep to avoid embarrassing or upsetting her. Her mother’s words echoed in her ears - to cry as a woman was a sign of weakness that not many could afford.

Rin understood it though she didn’t agree. Kaede was one of the strongest women she knew. If she needed to cry then perhaps it was her wounds that needed tending.

On one such night, when Rin heard Kaede’s sobs, she crawled from beneath her comforter and refused to leave the priestess’ side until she found sleep again. Rin couldn’t rid herself of the memory. Kaede’s hand, large and rough with callouses based on the palm of wrinkled fingers, engulfed Rin’s outstretched hand with trembling might. Tears sprung to Rin’s eyes and she fit her fingers in the crook of the priestess’ thumb, clasping tight til Kaede’s trembling ceased.

They hadn’t spoken of that night since, but when tears were to fall whether her own or Kaede’s, the other remained until sleep could be found.

It was one of the few times that Rin disagreed with the ghost of her mother. Crying wasn't a weakness. Kaede wasn’t weak to shed tears. She was holding onto her strength by alleviating the pressure in her heart.

And for that reason, she would always be strong.

“I know that,” Inuyasha murmured after a long moment and his voice was so soft that Rin barely caught it. Were his ears pressed against his head? Did he look down with guilt for doubting Kagome? Or did he just miss her and couldn’t look elsewhere.

Rin’s heart ached for him. She could recall a time where she had felt much the same. Bitterness toward the ones she felt abandoned her but knowing their intentions were in her best interest. Still, all she wanted was to be with them. Her hands trembled as she grasped her comforter’s edge. Was that how Inuyasha felt?

When the thought crossed her mind, no matter how much she tried to remind herself that their intentions were good, pressure built behind her eyes. Tears vying for a place in the world slipped past her closed eyelids, and her best efforts to wipe them away were futile. It wasn’t hate she felt, or abandonment. They were there but it wasn’t that which squeezed her chest.

It was a feeling she couldn’t put to name.

The noren was pushed to one side and Rin squeaked, her hands flying up to her chest as light poured into the room. Backlit by its glow was not the silver-haired figure who tread into the fog but another donned in red, a pair of ears twitched atop his head while his eyes narrowed at her.

“Kaede didn’t mention you were an eavesdropper,” he grumbled, brushing the noren aside with the back of his hand. His scowl and the wrinkle between his brows eased when he crouched beside her, letting it fall behind him. In the dim light, his eyes glowed and Rin’s heart hammered as her mind unwittingly summoned the image of eyes following her in the forest’s brushwood.

“Hey,” Inuyasha said softly and Rin hadn’t realized how far she’d gotten from him to where she was almost falling off one end of her futon. His look of annoyance had shifted into one of concern, hurt reflected in his eyes as he reached out then hesitated, turning his hand palm-up. “Are you alright?”

Rin blinked slowly, inclining her head. What did he mean by that?

Inuyasha pulled back his hand and gestured to his cheek, tapping a claw beneath one eye.

Her own widened and she reached up to wipe at her eyes, startled when moisture came away on the back of her fingers. Wiping at her eyes furiously, she sniffled, “I’m okay…” and nodded.

When Rin’s hands fell away from her eyes, Inuyasha’s look of concern had been replaced with skepticism. It was strange. Golden eyes, emotional and alight. They were brothers if Master Jaken was to be believed but they were different down to their core. She’d never seen her lord show this much obvious concern for her.

Rin lowered her head and wiped at her eyes again then scrambled up to her feet. Her mind was laden with memory. Her lord’s impeccable countenance presented to her with his back often left for her viewing. Jaken had professed knowing of his moods but he was often rebuked with fierce knocks to the head. Rin trembled at the reverberation of Jaken’s squawks and her lord’s lengthening strides.

On this night too, she missed them dearly.

Rin ducked her head and started to grab the hem of her comforter. Her body tensing when another hand, much larger and clawed, grasped the other end and tugged them gently from her grasp.

“Go on,” Inuyasha muttered, and Rin glanced up at him. His gaze skillfully darting aside when she tried to meet his eye. Guilt ravaged her heart and she glanced down at her hands. Had he been offended by her tears? Or the lack of voicing where they’d come from? Bitterly, Rin thought: it wasn’t his fault that time hadn’t healed her wounds after all.

Before Rin could think of a way to explain, the comforter was slid out from beneath her and she stumbled to climb off of it. Inuyasha gathered the thick fabric into his arms and began to fold it at the corners. The length of the comforter covered his face from view but his ears twitched atop his head.

Without his eyes on her, Rin reminded herself to breathe and fiddled with the hem of her kosode as she slipped past. Inuyasha said nothing, and he seemed so taken with the task that Rin thought he wouldn’t notice her as she pushed the noren aside and stepped out. Yet with a glance stolen over her shoulder, a sliver of gold caught her eye just before the noren fell behind her.

What did that mean, she wondered. Was he trying to give her a way out or maybe he didn’t want to talk anymore. But what was the point of folding her bedding and why did he look at her like that? Questions flooded Rin’s thoughts and drowned out the dull calling barely brushing the surface of her mind. Only when a light touch brushed against her shoulder did she tear her gaze away from the noren and toward Kaede.

The old priestess gazed down at her worriedly. “Yer up early, child,” Kaede tilted her head, her fingers combing through thick sleep-mused locks in a futile attempt to neaten Rin’s hair. She appreciated each stroke and leant against Kaede’s side with a small smile. “I assume Inuyasha began to speak to ye.”

Rin nodded, a backward glance spared before she was led away from the door and toward the fire pit. Her cushion was set near Kaede’s and she knelt upon it with a soft sigh, taking a cup of tea as it was offered. The steam fanned across her nose and Rin took measured sips to mend her frayed nerves.

She knew that Kaede and Inuyasha had been talking about her to be exact, but she couldn’t quite piece together what it was they wanted. Mentions of learning how to punch made her wonder who she would need to fight. And Kaede’s sentiments left her gazing at the older priestess with a deeper degree of fondness. Then there was the slight daydream of her lord which left Rin with the consistent question: what did it all mean?

As if reading her mind, Kaede broke the silence and regarded her solemnly. “From today on, Rin, I’ll have need of ye outside of yer chores.”

Rin perked up and deflated all at once. She did appreciate having the time outside of her chores to play with her friends, or explore new places around the village. “What for, Lady Kaede?”

“The incident with the foxbear,” Kaede began and Rin winced internally. Her discomfort must have shown on the outside because the crease deepened in Kaede’s forehead and she shook her head. “Nay, child. I haven’t called ye to scold or place blame. Merely an act of understanding on this foolish old woman’s part.”

“You aren’t foolish, Lady Kaede,” interjected Rin before another word could part Kaede’s lips. The outburst rendered them both silent but where she might have thought a scolding would come, only a quiet smile was given.

“Aye child, but age and perspective tends to lead one to forget. Allow me to recognize where it is I’ve fallen short.”

Kaede picked up her own tea cup beside the small tray where another emptied cup sat upside down. She took a sip, then cradled it between her palms, closing her eye. Rin looked down to her own cup and sipped in solidarity, allowing the sweet taste to wash down the bitterness of her thoughts. It was an expensive blend if Kaede were to be believed and had come on the last visit from her lord. Perhaps, Rin thought, that is why she thought of him.

“Now,” Kaede said as she began once more, deep shadows pronouncing the wrinkles in her face. “The incident with the foxbear reminds that while ye are safe within the village, elsewhere ye may not be.”

Rin thumbed the ridges of her teacup, her heart pounding. Kaede told her that she wasn’t in trouble for what happened but would she be confined to the village now? The woods were vast, and she was learning the trails better and better everyday. To be without that was unimaginable.

Steeling her heart, Rin murmured. “What do you mean, Lady Kaede?”

Kaede gazed longingly into the flames and Rin craned her neck to one side, attempting to see what captivated the priestess. “An important part of knowing how to live is to defend yerself,” Kaede muttered, and Rin sighed softly, watching the light flicker in a wet brown eye. “What is most precious to ye isn’t always precious to others.”

There was a slight crack in Kaede’s voice, so gentle and soft that it could’ve been missed. Its timing falling in line with the kindling wood cracking and crumbling into the fire pit, its ashes joining others. Rin’s lower lip trembled and she clutched the bottom of her tea cup until the impression of its smooth rounded bottom pressed uncomfortably to her palm.

Before either of them could say a word, the noren swung to one side, slapping against the doorway’s frame. Inuyasha stalked out of the backroom, golden eyes bright with the flames’ glow and some emotion that startled Rin into sitting upright. “What Kaede’s tryin’ to say with all those flowery words is that your life is at stake everytime you run off,” he said brusquely, tossing his head to one side as he bared a firm glower on Rin’s head. “And if you don’t know how to protect yourself, you’ll wind up dead.”

Rin’s breath hitched and Kaede gasped, turning away from the fire sharply. “Inuyasha!”

“The kid’s died twice, she ain’t a pushover,” Inuyasha’s upper lip curled with a sneer as he turned his gaze to Kaede. “Just human.” Rin exhaled shakily and stared down at her cup, seeing her own stricken face in the tea’s rippling surface. “And she ain’t gonna be a kid forever.”

Be that as it may, she can’t behave like this forever, m’lady.

Kaya’s desperate pleas had fallen on Kaede’s deaf ears but they resounded deeply within Rin’s chest. She wasn’t sure what it was that was wrong with the way she was now. Yes, she was young, but she was far from an idiot or naïve.

Don’t be so conceited. Lord Sesshomaru’s honor was challenged, he isn’t doing this for you.

“What happens when she grows up? Going with Sesshomaru, to another village, to hell knows where - who is gonna be lookin’ after her?”

This is a chance for humanity to earn your trust.

Humanity. He’d said those words with such conviction but there was something else beneath it. Everyone talked about her growing up, what she should do, what the world would be like. A chance to choose. Rin braced her hands around the tea cup and soaked the warmth in her palms, trembling slightly. Her lord never told her to fight. He protected her and let her follow along as she was.

Do what you want.

“If you don’t learn how to stand on your own two feet, what’s the point in havin’ them?” demanded Inuyasha, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet as he took a step forward. The red of his suikan ablaze in the fire’s copper glow and Rin slowly lifted her head, staring into golden eyes brighter than the sun.

“Inuyasha,” Kaede snapped, embers crackling and drifting up from the fire as her voice hardened. “That is enough.”

Rin loosened her hold on her cup, her mouth falling open. “I want to protect it…” She could feel Kaede’s questioning gaze, softened and firm at the same time. The old priestess was worried about her but there was no need. “The life Lord Sesshomaru saved… I want to protect it,” Rin insisted, steeling her voice to prevent it from wavering and cracking. Inuyasha’s eyes, although they were bright and sharp in their glower, there was softness to them. A misty sheen as if he were looking at her and not. Rin sighed, allowing her shoulders to fall and her hold on her cup to loosen further until the rim was no longer pressing into her palms. His eyes were just like her lord’s.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone to do that,” she said softly, noting how his eyes narrowed. “Not if I can do something different. Something that only I can do.”

She’s protected people before with only her voice and her body as a shield. It may not have been the right thing to do in Jaken’s opinion or even her lord’s, but she believed it was. And that was all that mattered.

Inuyasha stared at her solemnly, tipping his head up. His eyes glowed as they were cast in shadows from beneath his bangs and she was sorely reminded of the forest and those hungry eyes watching her as she ran desperately. “... And what if you have to?”

Her lower lip quivered and from the corner of her eye, she could see Kaede’s head swiveling to look between them. She seemed unsure whether to let this continue on any longer. Just as she’d been when Kaya and Nishi came. But this time, Rin wasn’t hiding in the crawl space below her hut. She could speak for herself.

She set her tea cup on the wooden floorboards and balled her hands into fists, pressing them to her lap. “Then…” she trailed off as his eyes narrowed, and for a second, she could see the resemblance between them. It was almost as if her lord was staring down at her and waiting for her answer. The answer that she couldn’t give him that day, and one she couldn’t bring to voice when they met again.

I’m alright. I’ll learn how to stand on my own.

“Then I’ll do what I have to in my own way.”

Inuyasha held her gaze for a moment longer. Only the crackling flames and their breaths filling the silence. Then, with a resigned puff of air exhaled through his nose, he turned his head away. “Jinenji…”

“Huh?”

He walked past, his sleeves fluttering with every sway of his arms, reminding her of reddened leaves fluttering on a crisp breeze. “Have you met a demon with big blue eyes, names Jinenji, he’s a farmer.”

Rin blinked at his back then thought about it. She didn’t remember anyone with big blue eyes but the name did seem familiar. “Yes…” she looked away from Inuyasha as he approached the hut’s door, looking toward Kaede instead. THere was solace found in the priestess’ nod and the inquisitive gleam in her eye. “He helped me awhile ago and gave me directions to find medicine for Master Jaken… when he was stung by wasps.”

She shuddered at the thought and how distraught Jaken had been, going so far to even begin bashing his head against a tree trunk. If her fingers had been a bit quicker and if she were a little bigger then perhaps he wouldn’t have had to go through such agony.

“Naraku’s wasps?” Inuyasha asked, his ears perked and head turned to peek over his shoulder at her.

Kaede frowned. “Ye went by yerself, Rin?”

“Yes.” Rin ignored the disappointed look from Kaede, staring down at her hands instead. They were still small. How much could she truly hold in these hands? “Master Jaken needed help and Lord Sesshomaru was gone. I took A-Un with me, and found Jinenji… but he was going through his change and couldn’t come with me.” Her fingers trembled and she curled them into tight fists. How scared had Jaken been when he was on his own? Did he think she wouldn’t have come back? It had already gotten so late in the day at that time. He only had until sundown. And if she’d been a little faster.. More careful..

“I didn’t want to see anyone die anymore… especially not Master Jaken.”

A dull ache throbbed in her chest. She missed the little imp dearly. His heartfelt goodbye every time they visited and the way he would squeeze her so tight almost sprang tears in her eyes. Her sleeve caught on her fingertips and she rubbed at her eyes quickly, trying to stem their flow.

“Seeing as he’s still kicking, I’d say you did alright..”

Rin sniffed, peeking up from her sleeve. Inuyasha had turned to face forward, and she couldn’t gauge how he felt from how his voice sounded. “I’ve been out that way, and the climb is steep… flowers don’t grow near the ground because of all the demons eating at them, so… you had to go a ways to get it..”

“Ye are lucky to have left with yer life, Rin,” Kaede agreed, not quite a scolding but the concern on her face made Rin’s insides warm and tinge with shame at the same time.

She squeezed her hands into tight fists despite their trembling, meeting Kaede’s eye. “I couldn’t abandon Master Jaken,” Rin retorted, her voice pitching as the thought of his bulbous yellow eyes glassy and sightless. “I won’t abandon Master Jaken.”

Kaede held her gaze for a while longer. The thin wisps of smoke rising and the stinging in Rin’s eyes dutifully ignored to keep the priestess’ gaze. She wouldn’t allow herself to be cowed into thinking that her actions were wrong. There was no time to wait for Jinenji, A-Un did all that they could, and Lord Sesshomaru couldn’t be found. She was tired, panicked, unarmed, but even if all she could do was cling to the craggy cliff face and reach for the small cluster of flowers inches from her reach on the ridge - she would.

Because Jaken needed her.

Kaede closed her eyes, then with a gentle smile, she looked to INuyasha and said, “Well, is that proof enough for ye?”

Rin’s hackles dropped immediately and she looked between them confusedly. Inuyasha peeking over his shoulder at her then scoffing, jerking his head forward.

“Hmph. Proof that staff is just for show, more like.”

Rin pursed her lips, pouting. Although Jaken didn’t use his staff very often, that didn’t mean it was for show. He took very good care of it and defended her with it multiple times. Her mouth opened, though before hse could volley words to defend Jaken’s honor, Inuyasha interjected with a soft sigh. “... You did good, kid. That imp owes you his life.”

She blinked slowly, rethinking all of the times Jaken saved her or looked after her. He was grumpy, sure, and in the beginning it was only because Lord Sesshomaru would clobber him if he didn’t — but she appreciated every moment they spent together.

Rin shook her head. “It’s fine,” she said, smiling gently. “As long as Master Jaken is alive and well, that’s all that matters.”

Inuyasha’s face was half shrouded but when he turned his head, chin brushing shy of his shoulder, Rin noticed an upward tick of the corner of his lips. BArely registering it was a smile before it was gone and he’d slid open the door, stepping out into the night and closing it behind him without another word.

“I believe ye have a power all yer own, Rin.”

She looked to Kaede, surprised and confused. “Really?”

“Mm…” Kaede nodded solemnly, her smile sad as she stared at the door. “That’s the first time I’ve seen Inuyasha smile in many moons…”

Rin softened and stared down at her palms. “... I see… was that a smile?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t know why but…” Rin lifted her head, looking to Kaede, the squeezing in her chest brimming tears in her eyes. “That smile… it seemed so sad.”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years ago

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Double Life

Summary: Dean Winchester has been lying for the past four years. He likes to think he’s gotten pretty good at it too. Four years ago, Dean Winchester woke up in the wrong universe. Four years ago, his life became a lie as he started to try and find a way back home. Four years ago, he became Jensen Ackles. But today, for some reason, when he woke up and saw his Y/N sitting up in bed next to him, he knew this was the breakthrough he was looking for after all these years…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Austin, Texas

Word Count: 8,400ish

Warnings: language, angst

A/N: Written for @spndeanbingo

The alarm blared in the dark apartment at six thirty in the morning. Dean groaned and slapped his hand against it. With a sigh he moved the warm covers away and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was still exhausted from the shoots the day before. It was fun. Don’t get him wrong, he loved doing the physical action scenes when they let him. It reminded him of hunting sometimes.

Doing it over and over and over again for twelve hours though wasn’t always the greatest. He yawned as he stood up quietly and stretched, glancing over his shoulder, giving a smile to Y/N who was passed out in bed, wearing one of Jensen’s shirts. He had to hand it to the chick. She took that whole conversation pretty well and the fact he wasn’t currently locked away in a mental institution told him he’d probably made a safe bet in letting her in on the secret a few years back.

Of course she was the only one that knew. He couldn’t have faked it this long without her. She wanted Jensen back as much as Dean wanted to go home to his Y/N.

It was too early in the morning to think about that.

Dean trudged into the bathroom off the bedroom, pulling the door shut gently. He used the bathroom and took a quick shower, not bothering with drying his hair. He brushed his teeth quick, rolling his eyes as he flossed and stuck on one of those whitening strips.

Freaking actors. Dean walked into the open door at the other end of the bathroom and walked around the corner to the small walk in closet. He grabbed the same pair of jeans he’d worn all week, the belt still in them and a black t shirt from the top of the laundry basket. He hadn’t glanced at his phone but winter in Canada sucked no matter what the day so he pulled on a gray fleece hoodie Jensen had. Dean felt warm already, padding out to the kitchen with a pair of socks in hand.

He put on a pot of coffee for Y/N and sat up on one of the stools, pulling the wool items on and glancing at the clock. Almost seven. He walked over to the other side of the apartment, a small office area there where Y/N worked sometimes. He flipped through her notebook where she’d tabbed it, smiling as he read through the few scribbles. It wasn’t anything helpful but Dean was fairly certain she had managed to figure out who had robbed the Milton bank branch a few weeks back. She was getting good at that part too.

But Dean didn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t believe he was ever going home again. Magic didn’t exist in that universe. A few small medical miracles here and there that were unexplained sure, but nothing supernatural as far as he could tell.

They were supposed to go “home” to Texas that weekend. Someone had a birthday party. He thought it was for one of Jensen’s parents but he couldn’t remember. He’d ask Y/N about it later. He put her notebook back in place and wandered over to the large floor to ceiling windows. A city never slept and certainly not one as large as this but it was starting to wake up, cars going by on the streets below, ships passing by in the bay far out.

Dean scratched the back of his neck and went back to the bathroom, ripping off the white strips and rinsing out his mouth. He looked tired but they’d fix him up in makeup. He sighed and left the room, jotting down a note for Y/N that he’d meet her at the airport. He turned up the heat in the bathroom for her, ruffling her hair a little as she groaned in bed.

“Wake up, kiddo. You got work,” he said softly.

“Five more minutes,” she grumbled.

“It’s almost seven already. Come on. Up and at ‘em,” he said. “I left a note I’ll meet you at the airport, alright? Plus I made coffee.”

“Best fake husband ever,” she mumbled.

“I know, right?” teased Dean, patting her shoulder. “Jensen’s got a lot to live up to when he gets back.”

“I’m getting up. Go play pretend, Dean,” she mumbled.

“Alright, alright. I’ll see you later, Y/N,” said Dean, bending down and kissing her forehead.

Dean headed to the front of the apartment and slipped on a pair of sneakers, grabbing his backpack, double checking his ID and wallet were in there. He grabbed the baseball cap off the front table and plopped it on, locking up after himself as he headed out. He yawned again in the elevator, riding it down, saying good morning to the doorman before putting on his fake smile for the world.

Dean Winchester was nothing more than a character on a TV show for the rest of the day, not until he was home alone with Y/N again.

“Morning, Jensen,” said Cliff when Dean climbed in the passenger seat of his truck.

“Morning,” said Dean, closing his eyes and resting his head against the window. “We got time to run to starbucks? I don’t think I can wait to get to set.”

“Home sweet home,” said Dean when they walked into their house around midnight, Dean already heading for bed when Y/N wandered off for the kitchen. “Y/N. Come on. Let’s get some shut eye.”

“He’s never coming back is he,” she said quietly. “Don’t treat me like I’m some no nothing civilian either, Winchester.”

“Truthfully,” said Dean, setting the bags down by the front door, following her over to the kitchen counter. “I lost hope about three years ago. But I keep trying, keep looking. I want you to have him back.”

“I know. I want you to have her back too,” she said. “I’m just having a bad day again is all.”

Dean didn’t say anything but grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. He knew some days it was too much for her. After all, she was living a lie too. Only she didn’t have a lifetime of hunting experience to help her through it. All she had was him and Dean tried his best to help her when she got down.

“Let’s change into pajamas and then we’ll watch a movie, alright? Something with Jensen in it,” he said softly.

“Thanks, Dean.”

You woke up with a stiff neck. You could feel strong arms wrapped around yours and snuggled into them, even though it made it even harder. Last night had been bad. It’d been a rough hunt. Jensen got hurt and it’d been your mistake that caused it. The dumbass had to go in and take the hit for you. He shredded his leg pretty good but thankfully Cas had been there to heal him up.

You yelled at him when you got back to the bunker, Jensen standing there quietly and just taking it once again. You told him over and over again that he was not a hunter and when he was out there he listened to your orders, to Sam’s orders. Hell, even Jack had more authority in that department than him.

So once again, Jensen stood there and let you shout at him, kept his gaze on the ground and his body small, like a schoolboy in trouble.

And it broke you. The shouting turned into crying and then he was right there, pulling you into his arms and apologizing to you for not listening again. He helped you calm down and get to bed, even sitting in there with you as you let out the frustration of the last four years again. It happened occasionally and occasionally it was him who was the one that needed you to be there. It was so completely unfair and you wanted nothing more than for Jensen to be the same person he was when you met him all those years ago.

Sweet, strong and protective, but sweet. He was something like maybe Dean would have been if he’d had a normal life. But Jensen, for all the patience he had, sometimes he couldn’t help himself. He learned to make himself useful. He mostly researched, god the guy was a speed reader. But the rare chance he was let out on an actual hunt normally resulted in him crossing a line and someone getting hurt, namely him.

You were pretty sure he was simply tired of being afraid all the time. You were pretty tired too if you were being honest.

You forced yourself away and sat up in bed, rubbing your hands over your face. Maybe you all just needed to take a break. Go to the freaking beach for a week, take some time and get your heads on straight. Forget about finding new spells or magic or ways to get Jensen home and Dean back.

“Hey,” you said quietly, rubbing Jensen’s shoulder. He mumbled and you wiped the sleep from your eyes, finally opening them. They went wide in the next second, head whipping around the large bedroom.

“Y/N, what,” mumbled Jensen. You turned and looked down at him, Jensen rolling over and blinking up at you. “Nightmare?”

“I…” you said, Jensen tilting his head. He sat up and stared at you, narrowing his eyes.

“What state are we in?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Jens. Kansas? Something weird-”

He shot his arms around you, giving you the biggest hug you’d ever gotten. He was mumbling something into your shoulder, pulling away for a brief second to crash his lips to yours.

You nearly hit him for that. Aside from the one time when you thought it was Dean four years ago, you’d never kissed Jensen. You got some forehead kisses every now and then but this was way past the scope of…

“Sweetheart,” he said. “Sweetheart, it’s me. Dean.”

You stared at him, the green eyes staring back a little heavier than the one’s you’d grown used to.

“Dean?” you asked. He nodded, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Dean?”

“Yeah. Dean,” he said, running his hands over your face. “You’re my girl, right? My Y/N?”

“I sure as fuck am,” you said. You grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours, giving him a too harsh kiss but you didn’t care. He was here and safe and alive. You were pretty sure you were leaving bruises on his cheeks you were holding him so hard but he didn’t seem to care, smiling as he kissed you back, his hands tugging you into his lap, keeping you as close as possible.

“Hi,” he breathed out when you needed air. His forehead rested against yours, a goofy smile all over his face. “I missed you so fucking much.”

“I know the feeling,” you said, releasing a laugh. You snuggled into him, not saying much of anything for a good long while. He nuzzled your cheek and you sat like that for a long time, well until you saw the cracks of light slipping through the curtain.

“Did you find a way?” asked Dean eventually. You sighed and shook your head. You still had no idea what was going on but at least you were together now. “Was...is Jensen there? Is he alive?”

“Yeah. He’s nice. You’d like him. He keeps Baby all spick and span for you,” you said.

“Good man,” said Dean with a smirk. “I assume he told you all about Y/N, his version.”

“Yeah. I’m guessing they’re together now. I mean, everyone’s still in the wrong universe but at least we’re all together,” you said.

“Y/N,” said Dean with a sad smile. “We have to figure out how to get back. I don’t know how long we can keep this up if we’re pretending.”

“Pretending what?”

“Hey mom,” said Dean as you sat in the family room, watching him move around the kitchen. You were still trying to get your head around the fact he’d been lying about everything the past four years, about how Y/N went along with him. He smiled as he listened to the woman on the phone speak, humming a few times. “Yeah, Y/N’s not feeling awesome. I know we got the party tonight...yeah, maybe next weekend we can drive up. I don’t think her stomach can handle it today though...mom, she’s not pregnant...yes, someday you will get grandbabies...alright, alright, love you too. Hey, Happy Birthday...I’ll talk to you soon.”

“You’re good at that,” you said quietly, Dean shrugging as he made up a few sandwiches for lunch.

“I had to be. Don’t want to get locked up for being crazy. Y/N filled in a lot of the gaps. Thankfully she wrapped up the birthday present and card for Jensen’s mom. I could have sworn it was his dad’s this weekend. Almost got myself in trouble on that one,” said Dean. “Could have always looked in the book.”

“Book?” you asked. Dean got up and went over to a drawer, pulling out a thick notebook stuffed full of sticky notes and tabs.

“This, according to Y/N, is all of the important information from Jensen’s life I might need to know. It’s gotten larger over the years. Most I have memorized at this point,” he said.

“Geez. I’m starting to think Jensen got off easy,” you said, flipping through the thing. “You memorized this whole book?”

“Pretty much. I didn’t focus on childhood stuff too much since I can easily say I forgot. This world Y/N’s helps me out quite a bit,” he said.

“I’m sure Sam’s having a field day,” you said tossing your head back. “I bet he freaking tests her. It’s what we did Jensen when he got there.”

“It’s cool. Y/N knows quite a bit about the supernatural too. Some from the show, some I told her,” he said.

“Show?” you asked. Dean chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wait, you still film Jensen’s TV show?”

“Hey, turns out I can act,” said Dean. “...With help from-”

“Y/N? I think I owe this chick a fruit basket or something,” you said.

“I’m sure you kept Jensen okay,” he said with a smile.

“Relatively,” you said quietly. “He hunts occasionally. He wants to help. He’s really smart but sometimes he just has to get out in the field and we let him and every time he gets hurt I’m like, I can’t believe I let him out there.”

“He die yet?” asked Dean with a smirk.

“No...came close once. Cas fixed him up. He stayed pretty close to home after that. I try to keep him like his old self,” you said. You looked around the house, Dean moving the book to the coffee table. “Shit, this house is nice.”

“You don’t even want to know the taxes on it,” Dean chuckled. “I got so domestic it’s not even funny.”

“You got more color in your cheeks, you look healthy,” you said, nuzzling his cheek with your finger, Dean turning into it. “I wish we could have this in our world.”

“I would give up all of this in an instant to get you again,” said Dean. You shifted closer to him on the couch and Dean pulled you straight into his lap. “Don’t leave me, sweetheart.”

“Never, Dean,” you said, wrapping your arms around him, giving him a kiss. “Never.”

You fluttered open your eyes, Dean awake in bed beside you, his fingers dancing over your bare back. A day of just the two of you being close and together had been amazing. Spending time with him was something you were sure you’d never take for granted ever again.

“Love you,” you said.

“Love you,” he said. You leaned over to kiss him when you heard a door open outside the room. “Oh fuck. I forgot. Just stay here and put on some clothes.”

He shot up out of bed and grabbed some boxers, quickly out the door and pulling it shut. You found a robe close by and pulled it on, a laugh echoing outside. You poked your head out the door, a man looking like Sam’s twin bent over in laughter next to the front door.

“Jens, dude. You seriously ditched your mom’s birthday to have sex? I mean…” said the other man, giggling to himself. “What are you? A teenager getting laid for the first time?”

“Jared,” sighed Dean. “Y/N isn’t feeling well and-”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry,” said Jared, giving you a soft smile when he saw you. “You guys want me out of here I’m guessing.”

“Yeah. She’s got a migraine,” said Dean.

“Sorry,” said Jared quietly. “I’m guessing you don’t need me to housesit then?”

“No, no. We got it. Sorry I forgot to tell you. Just be quiet, please for her,” said Dean.

“Feel better, munchers,” said Jared, quickly stepping outside.

“Not Sam?” you asked.

“Uh yeah. That was Jared, not Sam, obviously,” he said.

“Jensen’s told me about him,” you said. “Sounds like a good guy.”

“He is. You guys are close. We’re all close. I forgot he was supposed to stop by and bring in the mail this weekend while we were out of town,” he said.

“He doesn’t know, obviously,” you said.

“Only one that did was Y/N. You have to be careful not to call me Dean in front of other people,” he said.

“So you live a lie,” you said.

“It was either that or end up in the nuthouse,” said Dean with a shrug. “I just got lucky Y/N understood. Otherwise I would have lost it a long time ago.”

“...We still don’t know what made me and Y/N switch places,” you said.

“Not a clue and magic doesn’t exist here. We’re stuck until something happens again,” said Dean, grabbing your hand as you headed back for bed.

“Dean,” you said, getting a smile from him. “Y/N didn’t happen to make one of those books for herself, did she? I have a feeling I’m going to need it.”

“My brain hurts,” you said two days later, Dean dragging the two of you through the airport. “I can’t believe you fly on planes.”

“I’m indifferent to it. I don’t like it but I don’t freak like I used to,” he said. “We got pre-check so let’s head through.”

“World traveller you are,” you mumbled.

“Actually, I am,” he said with a smirk, showing you his passport. “Let’s just get to the apartment so we can try to relax a little before work tomorrow.”

“Dean, I don’t-”

“Public. Jensen,” he said quietly.

“Even when no one’s around?” you whispered.

“Even then,” he said with a sad smile. “Someone might hear. Only at home.”

“This sucks,” you said. “I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.”

“Neither do I but appearances have to be kept up,” said Dean. “Case in point, you’re about to have your first test.”

He nodded and you saw Jared sitting over by the gate, giving you both a nod.

“He’s sort of our best friend so the faster you warm up to him, the better,” said Dean.

“This guy hasn’t picked up after 4 years that you aren’t Jensen?” you asked.

“There are times I think he suspects but just say you’re having an off day and he lets it go,” said Dean quietly as you both walked over. “Sup dude.”

“Hey guys. How’s the migraine?” asked Jared. It took a moment to realize he was talking to you. He smiled and you sat down, shaking your head.

“Much better,” you said.

“You guys want to grab a bite at my place? I think it’s my turn,” said Jared.

“No, I’m sure we…” you trailed off, Jared raising an eyebrow at you. “I uh...I am on my period. Horrible cramps. Like this all up in here, awful.”

“Wasn’t she on her period like a week ago?” said Jared.

“Ew, why do you know-”

“You borrowed some pads Gen keeps in my trailer when you two got lunch and you are acting weird, like not normal Y/N weird. Weird weird,” said Jared.

“Sorry, just...off day,” you said, Jared nodding.

“Alright, just don’t lie to me, munchers,” he said with a scowl.

“We thought we were pregnant. False positive. Someone hasn’t been in the best mood over it,” said Dean. You blinked at him but Jared turned all smiles after that.

“Hey, you don’t got to lie about something like that to me,” he said softly. “Shit, I know you guys have been trying for a while.”

“Yeah,” you said, looking at Dean. “It was a bit of a shock.”

“It’ll happen someday,” he said. You hummed, nudging Dean in the ribs.

“Can we grab a quick bite before the flight?” you asked.

“Probably more like a snack but sure,” he said. “Jare, mind watching our stuff for a minute?”

“Sure thing, let me get back to my script again,” he said as you both headed off.

“So they got snacks in the-”

“I don’t want a snack,” you mumbled. “I want...did you…”

“I did not sleep with other you,” said Dean quietly, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Nothing beyond what a good friend would do.”

“Sorry. I know. He just...you have to pretend about trying to have a family and how have you not gone insane yet?” you asked. “I mean, I had Sam and Cas and Jack and...Jens, doesn’t have to deal with that. He’s just himself in our world and…”

“I have had more than one bad night,” said Dean, giving you a hug. “It gets easier with time. This is different, you being here though. I still don’t know what’s happening but you got to stick this thing out with me, okay?”

“I just want more time with you,” you said.

“I know,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “Just try to keep to small talk for now. It’ll get easier, I promise.”

“I ordered Y/N’s favorite,” said Jared with a big smile when you both went over to his apartment that night.

“Thanks, Jared,” you said, sliding into the apartment, Dean right along after you. You let him take the lead, patting a spot at the kitchen island you assumed was your normal one.

“So what are you working on now?” asked Jared.

“Uh,” you said, shrugging as Dean mouthed at you. “New show?”

Dean nodded that that was correct and you breathed a sigh of relief before Jared spun back around.

“I know that. Anything you can tell us about?” he asked.

“Oh uh, not really, still in the early stages,” you said, Dean squeezing your hand under the counter. “You know how it is.”

“I’m sure it’ll turn out to be a hit like the other shows,” he said. “You showrunner on this one?”

“No. Just creator and producer,” you said, Dean humming. Fuck this was stressful. You couldn’t even imagine what going to Y/N’s job was going to be like.

“Got your pitch all set?” he asked.

“Pitch?” you asked.

“Yeah. Aren’t you pitching a new show tomorrow?” he asked.

“Oh, totally. Just don’t really want to think about it right now,” you said. “Nerves.”

“I’ll shut up about it then,” he said, sliding a plate of sushi in front of you. “Dig in.”

“I ate raw fish,” you said. “And wasabi. Who am I?”

“Very patient,” teased Dean when you back home. “You seemed to like it though.”

“It wasn’t bad. Not my favorite. Where is Y/N’s pitch I’m supposed to be giving tomorrow?” you asked. Dean winced. “Dean.”

“So...sometimes she tells me, sometimes she doesn’t...this time she didn’t. Just make something up. It’s no big deal if you don’t get it. You’re a producer on like two other shows,” he said.

“I don’t even know what a producer does,” you said, popping your head up. “You must know! You’re an actor!”

“I’m a hunter, not an actor,” scoffed Dean.

“Really. What’s the last time you went hunting?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“...Shut up,” he said. “And they just sort of...do everything. Y/N likes the story, writing, editing part of it.”

“I could quit. You got to be like, loaded with money,” you said.

“I could have quit too and then ruined Jensen’s life when he gets back home. No career, alienate him from his friends and family...trust me, there was an easy way to all this but I wasn’t doing that to him. You wouldn’t have wanted me to and it wasn’t right,” he said. You sighed and nodded, looking around. “You can do it. You literally kept an actor alive on hunts and stuff. You got this.”

“This world is strange,” you said after a moment. “These people don’t know how lucky they are.”

“Maybe not but I know I got you back. I’ll take the little bit of luck I can get,” he said.

“Me too,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Let’s go sleep in that comfy ass king sized bed. Get you rested up for the morning.”

“Mmm,” Dean hummed as you stirred awake. He was pressed up close to you, kissing the back of your shoulder.

You instantly sat up with the sheets to your chest. You turned and looked down, a shirtless Dean in bed beside you. Your bed in the bunker.

“De?” you asked. He groaned and shut his eyes, throwing his hands over his face before he stole your pillow and shouted into it. “Jensen?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, moving the pillow away. “She’s gone again, isn’t she.”

“Sorry bud,” you said, very aware that you were naked save for the sheets around you. “Jensen…”

“Yeah, sorry. I’ll throw on some clothes and get out of here,” he mumbled. You sighed and shut your eyes, waiting until the door shut before you got out of bed. You found some clothes on the floor, smiling a little, before you went to the closet and started to dress.

You were halfway down the hall when you heard something smash in the kitchen. You rushed inside, Jensen picking up a mug from the ground.

“Hey, it’ll be alright,” you said.

“I almost wish she never came here,” he said with a laugh. “I’m losing my damn mind. You’re a TV show. You’re not real. Maybe I just went nuts and I’m finally realizing it.”

“Jensen,” you said, Jensen ignoring you and tossing the pieces in the trash, grabbing another mug. You winced and slapped him in the face, Jensen shaking his head out.

“Ow,” he said, glaring at you for a few seconds. “Sorry. I needed that.”

“Yeah, I figured,” you said. “What’d I tell you the first time?”

“Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy,” he said.

“Exactly. I’m having a shitty morning too,” you said.

“I know,” he said quietly, handing you the mug. “How was he? Y/N told me everything that’s been going on over there. She really likes him.”

“He was nice,” you said quietly. “Your house is beautiful.”

“Y/N said they did the renos we were planning on. I just wanted a big bed,” he said with a smile. “It’s funny how much you two look alike but so different. Like it’s so easy to spot the differences now.”

“You callin’ me the ugly twin, Ackles?” you said.

“Shut up, loser,” he said ruffling his hand over your head, getting your hair everywhere.

“Did you tell her you’re a little hunter now?” you asked.

“She wasn’t too thrilled about that. Told me I don’t do that anymore. I am to stay here and read books and that’s it,” he said.

“That’s what I tell you,” you said, heading for the coffee machine. “You really should listen to us.”

“There was that one time I totally did that salt and burn with you and nothing bad happened,” he said.

“It’s not just about bad stuff happening, Jensen. I don’t want you to do those things because I want you to be normal,” you said, sighing as you grabbed the pot. “How many times are we going to have this fight? I’m sick of it.”

“I promised I’d do what you guys tell me to from now on,” he said. “No more going on hunts unless you let me.”

“She sounds like a smart woman,” you said, filling up the pot. “Besides, you got a whole lot of research to keep up with now.”

“I don’t follow,” he said.

“Something happened and then it happened again. We are going through every single thing we can think of until we figure this out.”

“Jensen. Dude,” you said. “I do not need to know the intimate details of...that.”

“You told me to be specific,” he said crossing his arms.

“To think you were once shy around me,” you said, rolling your eyes. You scanned through your list and his, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

Once again you had nothing.

“Sam can take a look when he gets back,” sighed Jensen. “It’s got to be there and we just don’t see it.”

“Can’t see it…” you said. “It happened to all of us when we were asleep and Y/N and I swapped back when we were asleep.”

“We have looked at dream root and djin lore and sleeping spells a thousand times,” said Jensen.

“I know. But I’m curious...what’s different from us girls than you guys? We switched but came back after what, a few days? What happened?” you asked.

“I don’t know. I fell asleep in my bed and woke up here and I don’t have a clue why. Stop asking,” said Jensen. He stood up and stormed towards the hall. “I’m going out. Give me some space today.”

You frowned as he took off, the sound of Baby’s engine echoing from the garage a few minutes later. He didn’t snap like that, not really, at least not anymore.

You sighed as you headed for the archives again, hoping you could figure something out.

“Y/N!” said Jensen, shaking you awake from where you were sleeping at the table late that night. “Wake up! I think I know what happened!”

You groaned as you sat up, nearly gagging when you got a whiff of him.

“You smell like a bar. Please tell me you didn’t drive,” you said.

“Got a cab but listen! Listen!” he said excitedly.

“Okay,” you said with a smile, standing up and grabbing his arm. “I thought I told you not to get shit faced like that without someone around to watch your back.”

“I might kind of be tilty right now but I know why I’m here and he’s there,” he said, bopping you on the nose.

“Alright hot shot. Hit me with it,” you said.

“Maybe I’m really Dean and you’re really Y/N and we just don’t know it,” he said, so matter of fact it you smiled.

“I bet that’s it Jensen,” you said, steadying him as you guided him back down the hall. “I bet you should go to sleep to test it out.”

“That’s an amazing idea!” he said. You laughed as you walked him back towards your room and plopped him down on the bed.

You got his jacket and boots off okay, Jensen only needing to be told twice to take off his jeans. He grumbled and rolled into a tight little ball on his side, snoring lightly in under a minute.

“Alright, Jensen. Sleep this one off buddy.”

You woke up sweltering, jammed up against someone. Someone small…

“Uh…” said the other person, her eyes wide as you sat up, looking around the nice apartment.

“Other Y/N?” you said.

“I think you’re other Y/N,” she said.

You almost rolled your eyes when you felt something behind you suddenly, other Y/N turning around quickly too. You saw a very confused looking Dean or Jensen sitting up, his eyes wide when you spun around and saw him again.

“I think drunk me was onto something,” said Jensen behind you. You tossed back the covers and swapped places with yourself, Dean already pulling you into a big hug.

“Long time no see,” teased Dean, kissing you gently.

“You taste like the bottom of a bar,” said other Y/N, laughing when she pulled away from him, Dean frowning when you moved back.

“What happened?” you said, Y/N’s head whipping around the same time as yours.

“This is just a little bit creepy,” said Dean.

“Ya think?” said Jensen. You stared at her, Y/N doing the same, her head tilting at you.

“Do you have a scar that looks like an x on your butt?” she asked out of the blue.

“How do you know that? I got that like a month ago...nobody would know that but me,” you said.

“I had a dream a few weeks ago,” she said.

“Did you wear a blue dress last week?” you asked.

“Yeah!” she said. “With the-“

“White lace on the-“

“End,” she said. “How do you know that?”

“I had a dream about it too,” you said.

“Okay,” said Dean, getting out bed. “Now I think we’re finally getting somewhere.”

“You did what!” said Jensen, holding up a picture of Dean in front of a microphone. “I don’t sing in front of other people!”

“It was one of those con things. It was fun. Y/N got a kick out of it. You’re too shy, dude. Lighten up. Be a show off,” said Dean.

“He killed a werewolf last week,” you said. “And you’re afraid of string beans.”

“I’m not afraid,” said Dean. “I do not like them.”

“Sure you do,” you teased.

“Dean, you were way nervous to do that,” said other Y/N before staring at Jensen. “Werewolf?”

“I read werewolf lore?” winced Jensen.

“He snuck along. How you kept him alive up to this point, I have no idea,” you said.

“Have you met yours? Tried to make a homemade flamethrower once,” she said.

“Why?” you asked Dean.

“Thought it’d be fun,” he said with a shrug.

“You totally did it though, right,” said Jensen, smiling at Dean.

“Of course,” he said.

“Boys,” you mumbled.

“So...I did some thinking,” said Dean. You took a seat on the couch beside the other Y/N, Jensen sitting on the end. “It never made much sense but it’s actually something Y/N’s dad said to me once.”

“I don’t have…” you said, Dean smiling and looking at the other you. “Her dad.”

“He said something, I think last Christmas, about family or along those lines. But he said something about kids. Multiple kids. But you’re an only child,” said Dean.

“Yeah…” said the other Y/N.

“I’m not so sure now,” said Dean. “I mean...think about it.”

“Well let’s dig into the hospital records,” said Jensen, grabbing the laptop from the coffee table and flipping it open.

“Jensen, you can’t just get…” trailed off the other Y/N, watching Jensen type away. “That’s...impressive.”

“I can get us free Netflix too,” he said with a smile, typing a few more things. “Alright, birth records...County Clark...Y/L/N, Y/L/N...where is…”

“Did you find it?” asked Dean walking around behind the couch, Jensen glancing over at the two of you girls. “Well…”

“One of you is Y/N,” said Jensen with a hard swallow. “One of you…”

“One of you is an unnamed missing person,” said Dean.

“Wait,” said other Y/N, holding up her hands. “What-”

“We’re twins,” you said. “I’m from this universe.”

“Yeah, looks like you are,” said Dean quietly.

“My parents never told me,” said other Y/N, closing her eyes. “How is any of this even possible?”

“A rift?” you asked Dean. “Maybe someone on our side opened one, came here, took me back with them?”

“Yeah but you were found…” said Dean, running his hands over his face. “Bobby thought that witch killed your parents and took you.”

“I think she just took me,” you said, lifting your head. “Wait, I have parents?”

“I’m still stuck on the fact I have a sister,” said the other you. “But how did we...the dreams and swapping...none of it makes sense.”

“No it doesn’t but we’ll figure it out,” said Jensen. “I promise.”

“You know, I have to compliment you on your taste in men,” said your sister. You laughed, the guys lifting their heads up from the living room where they worked but you waved them off. “That’s freaky...how we ended up with our own universes version of that guy.”

“You got this your universe guy. I don’t even know where the hell I belong,” you said.

“Take it from someone who’s spent the last four years with Dean. He loves you more than you’ll ever know,” she said.

“Ditto,” you said, giving her a smile.

“No really,” she said, sliding on top of the counter. “He’s...there’s a lot of hurt in that boy. He gets nightmares a lot. We slept in separate rooms at first but he just…”

“I get it. Jensen and I did the same thing. I get nightmares, he does...it was always platonic,” you said. “It was just this unspoken thing.”

“Go to bed and hope one you wake up and it’s all better? Yeah, we did that too,” she said.

“Can I ask you a question?” you said. She nodded, swinging her legs off the edge. “I can understand why Jensen believed us. We’re used to weird stuff and after he freaked out, he understood. But how did you ever believe that when Dean said he was Dean…”

“Are you asking how on earth I could possibly believe that the man that looked exactly like my husband wasn’t?” she said. “He just felt...off. I almost called someone on him, I did. But he sat down with me on that couch over there and he was confused and scared and I knew it wasn’t Jensen. I don’t know how but I did. I don’t know, it’s like our weird dream thing.”

“What are our parents like? Jensen told me all about you but never said much about them,” you said softly.

“They’re nice. Dad was an accountant. He retired last year. Mom was a realtor, still does it occasionally for fun. She helped Jay and I find a house in Texas,” she said. “Jensen lived in that house two weeks before he was gone.”

“So he’s never seen that gorgeous home?” you asked.

“It looks so different now,” she said. “I should have waited.”

“I think he’ll like it. I can tell Dean had a little input,” you said.

“I can’t believe they never told me,” she said.

“Maybe we ask,” you said. “This thing isn’t over yet.”

“You grew up horribly from the way Dean tells it and I-“

“Don’t,” you said, taking a seat beside her. “Yeah, I didn’t get stuff I wanted. But I got a guy I love. I got a family, even if it’s weird. I help people. I get to ride around in a cool old car and I occasionally get to set stuff on fire. My life ain’t all that bad.”

“So you’re like an optimist,” she said.

“Oh not at all. But in comparison to Dean I might seem like it,” you said. “I’m just saying, not everything was bad.”

“Plus you save the world,” she said.

“Sometimes,” you said. You sighed and she gave you a smile.

“I bet I’m the older one,” she said.

“I am so not the little sister,” you said.

“Eh, I bet you are,” she said.

“I bet I’m Y/N and you’re the unnamed one,” you said.

“No way. I’m Y/N. You were the missing one after all,” she said.

“I’m-“

“Two hours and they’re already bickering like sisters,” teased Jensen as he stood up from the couch. “Y/N, why don’t we call your parents and get a little bit more info from them. Dean and I agree it’s weird that they never told you. They aren’t those kinds of people.”

“I think this is an in person conversation,” she said. “Which means we have to wait until Friday to go home.”

“How about these guys head back to our house, we stay up here and head back down when we can?” said Jensen.

“What if we switch again?” you said.

“Then we deal with it. Let’s get through the next couple of days, alright?”

“Hi,” you said, opening the front door with a smile when Jensen and Y/N got in from their flight a few days later. “So we had a slight issue today.”

“Slight issue how…” said Jensen.

“Jared kind of freaked out on us. He’s hanging out in the bathroom,” said Dean, nodding towards down the hall.

“Dean may have locked Jared inside when he came over unannounced and caught part of a conversation he shouldn’t have,” you said.

“For the love of…” said Jensen, ditching his bags and going to the bathroom door. “Buddy? You okay in there?”

“Jensen let me out right now. You guys are sick or somebody slipped you something or…” he trailed off, Jensen ripping open the door, waving to the room. “There’s two...and two…”

“Hey buddy,” said Jensen, giving his friend a big hug. “Long time no see. I missed you on set.”

“I saw you Monday and...and what is going on?” said Jared.

“Jensen,” said Jensen, pointing at himself. “Y/N, that’s my Y/N, the one you know, other Y/N, originally from this universe, twin to Y/N but likely stolen as a baby by a witch and taken to another universe where she hunts with Dean, from that other universe and not my twin. Oh and Dean’s been pretending to be me for the last four years while he’s been stuck in this universe,” said Jensen.

“...Gas leak. That’s what this is. There’s a gas leak somewhere and this is all in my-“

The doorbell rang and Jensen grabbed Jared, pushing him back in the bathroom.

“Just hang out in there,” said Jensen, quickly pulling the door shut on him. “Great.”

The doorbell rang again and Jensen waved you and Dean away, the both of you ducking down the hall. The door opened a few seconds later, a deep voice entering the room.

“Sorry, sweetie. Mom got hung up at an open house. What was so urgent?” you heard someone say. You poked your head around the corner, catching sight of a man around Jensen’s height, his hair a dark gray that suited him.

“I found my sister you declined to tell me about for starters,” said the other Y/N. The man stared at you, stepping closer as you came around the corner, Dean following you making him pause for only a second.

“You’re here,” he said quietly.

“I guess I am,” you said.

“You look just like your big sister,” he said. “You both do your hair the same too.”

“Told you I was big sister,” mumbled the other Y/N with a smirk.

“You need to tell the four of us exactly what’s going on. Now.”

“Hey,” you said, sipping on a beer with Jared on the back porch. “Sorry about...everything.”

“Yeah, I’m a little pissed but my first reaction was he’s gone insane and so have you so probably a good idea they kept me on the dark,” he said. “So...munchers got a sister.”

“Apparently a whole family,” you said. “I can’t believe my dad isn’t from here.”

“I sort of can. Hell of an ex girlfriend he had there. Who travels to another universe to steal a baby and proceed to curse that baby anyways?” he said.

“Well she’s dead,” you said. “Ripping me away from my family wasn’t enough. She had to hurt me too.”

“Love curse right? That’s why the guys got swapped and when you gave up, it went back and then it was back and forth until the spell wore itself out,” he said.

“Yeah which is great that it won’t happen anymore but Dean and I are stuck here now,” you said.

“The witch got back. I’m sure you guys can too,” he said.

“Maybe,” you said, looking over your shoulder, Dean coming outside. You turned away, shrugging him off when he tried to put an arm around you.

“Hey. This isn’t your fault,” he said.

“You lost four years of your life because you had the bad luck of having me fall in love with you,” you said. He grabbed your waist and spun you around, keeping you close when you went to move away.

“So?” he said with a big goofy smile. “I’d lose all of them for you. What’s four? We still got all the time in the world.”

“You should probably listen to Dean,” said Jared. “Makes a good point.”

“I’m not the asshole liar anymore?” asked Dean.

“...you were there for me on bad nights. That wasn’t pretending. You’re my friend, even if you are an asshole,” he said.

“I’ll take that,” said Dean, resting his forehead on yours. “Let’s take the rest of the night to enjoy the fact you’re with your family. We’ll figure out going home tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you said quietly, finding his hand and lacing your fingers together. “I’m okay with that.”

Two Months Later

“Mmm, that smells good,” you said as you and your sister got home from the store. You’d been staying in their guest room for a while now, Dean and you diligently working everyday on a way home...but not so diligently that you weren’t getting in some family time when you could.

“I think the boys made us dinner,” she said. You set down your bags and walked around the corner, the both of them in the kitchen, a pie sitting on top of the counter. “Mmm, pie.”

“Well we thought we’d celebrate,” said Dean, glancing at Jensen.

“We figured it out after giving your dad another call today,” he said. “It’s actually incredibly simple.”

“How-”

“We both popped over and said hey to Sam before coming back to test it out. You won’t have to choose, sweetheart. We can visit anytime we want,” said Dean with a smile.

“What is it?” you asked.

“It’s how the witch came to this world with your dad and left it with you. Two people have to go at the same time. It’s the only rule,” said Dean.

“So we could always-”

“Not always. That spell had to fizzle out first but now, yeah, we can come and go as we want,” said Dean.

“That’s awesome! I didn’t know how to say it without sounding completely selfish but I didn’t want you guys to go away,” said your sister.

“You weren’t the only one,” you said, getting a hug from her.

“They really are adorable,” said Jensen.

“Yes they are,” said Dean. “Alright, now who’s hungry for dinner?”

“It’s that simple?” you asked, standing in your room in the bunker, Dean smiling as you gave him a hug. “We’re home again.”

“Even if you aren’t from here?” he asked.

“I grew up here, this is my home,” you said, resting your head against him. “I know you’re back now and everything but can we take a break from hunting for a while? Just to hang out again? No lore or research, just us?”

“Sounds like a pretty good idea,” he said. He gave you a chaste kiss, bumping his nose against yours. “Sounds like a perfect idea, sweetheart.”

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