#also I’m sorry your future children got kidnapped and hit by cars

[better-next-luck-time]

You can give your kids consequences without yelling at them I promise that being yelled at just turns kids into neurotic messes and if you think otherwise please don't have kids

If my seven-year-old runs into the street without looking both ways after a lifetime of being told to look both ways before you cross the street I am yelling at him because I don’t want him to die

I’m not sure if you know this, but for all of human history, people have yelled at and spanked their kids and humans have survived. (Somehow even though mommy and daddy hurt my feelings sometimes *cry boo hoo*)

I could sit Timmy down and gently tell him not to cross the street without looking but apparently the past seven years of doing that hasn’t worked so I need to get the message through his head so that I still have a kid tomorrow.

If I spend seven years telling Timmy not to talk to strangers, and then Timmy walks up to a man with a puppy who he’s never met and asks to touch his puppy, I’m yelling at Timmy because I still want to have a child tomorrow 

Breaking news, children need guidance and they can and will throw a fit louder than your calming mommy voice

If you can’t handle loud noises, I genuinely hope YOU never have kids

Unless the alternative consequences you were talking about are spankings in which case I agree

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.6

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.5 - ch.7 (finale)

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The air was still quite nippy and crisp, but the afternoon sun sparkled on the white snow and made the atmosphere pleasant to stand in if the Main Sequence Star was shining directly on a living organism, like it was on Stan from where he stood on the porch. He sighed tiredly as he dug into his hoodie’s pocket for a fresh cigar and lit it with his Zippo-style lighter. He knew he probably shouldn’t smoke with a kid in the house, but after the few days he’s had, he needed and had well earned a smoke-break.

The door opened and Stan hid his cigar by his side, his right arm glued to his hip to hide the newcomer on his left, but when he saw it was an adult, he relaxed and took another puff. “M’trying to quit.” He mumbled.

Ford snickered. “Yeah, it looks like you’re trying really hard.”

“Don’t be shitty.” Stan said casually.

“Mind if I lend one? I can replenish you in a few minutes.”

Stan stared at his goody two-shoes of a twin and handed him a cigar and the lighter. “You smoke?”

“Not often. For a celebration or after a long day.” Ford answered as he lit his borrowed cigar. “Maybe twice a month. Thrice?”

“Huh.”

Ford looked down at the lighter in his hand, and he was surprised when he recognized it. He can clearly remember seeing the tiny silver box in a store and thinking Stanley would like it as a Only One More Year of High-School present. “I gave this to you.”

Stan smiled as he took it back and pocketed it. “Yeah, it’s a good lighter. Only needed to change the flint a few times.”

“Hey guys!” A small voice called from inside the house. “Do you like vanilla or chocolate?”

The twins looked at each other, smiled, and called back. “Both. Both is good!”

“Both it is!”

Stan chuckled and shook his head. “Knucklehead… I knew she had to be family just by looking at her!” He bragged proudly.

“I suppose I was too distracted by the fact that a cold girl was at my doorstep to recognize the family resemblance.” Ford reasoned, shrugging. “I wanted to make sure I did the right thing. I didn’t exactly feel like getting arrested for kidnapping.”

Stan barked a laugh. “Yeah, you got a good point.” The conman yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “Guess I’ll head out tomorrow.” He mentioned offhandedly.

Ford stared at him, a little saddened and disheartened by this fact that was news to him. “You’re leaving?”

“I mean, yeah?” Stan equally stared at his brother, confused and not daring to be hopeful, but still. “What?”

“I just…” Ford hesitated and busied his mouth by taking a hit of his cigar. With everything that has been said and how well he and Stan have been communicating, he really didn’t feel like ruining it now. He relaxed his shoulders and said with his eyes on the snowy woods. “I was really hoping you would stay.”

Stan looked dumbfounded, like a child discovering candy for the first time, but he looked away and down at the porch floor. “Oh.”

“I’ll of course be taking care of Mabel until Dipper comes back in time for her…”

“He might not.”

“We got over our grudges. They can do the same.” Ford said firmly. “Still, you have a point. Dipper might not be able to come back. Regardless, whether it’s for a short time, a long time, or for the rest of my life, I will take care of her. I might not be the best for her, I can acknowledge that…”

“C’mon, Sixer, don’t be like that.” Stan scolded lightly, giving a sympathetic look to the nerd. “What else can you do, y’know? There’s no way in hell you’re gonna give her up, I’ll kidnap her and run away to Canada before I let you…”

Ford laughed and waved a hand as he smiled. “No no, I promise I won’t.”

“Good.”

“The point is, she loves you. Clearly. And it takes two, and I’ll be busy with my research, especially once the snow melts and the anomalies become more active in the spring and summer, but…” Ford bit his lip. This was a bad idea. If he makes it seem that the only reason why Stan needs to be here is because of Mabel, if or when she’s gone, then Stan will have no reason to stay. And there were many reasons why Ford wanted Stan to stay.

Despite how much of a social-cripple Ford was, he knew that Stan was homeless. His frequent traveling and how full his car was right now was enough proof of that. And Ford hated that for his brother.

But there was another, bigger reason why Ford wanted Stan to stay. So he better just say it.

“Do you know why I went to Backupsmore?” Ford asked.

Stan’s facial expression darkened as he looked away and he shrugged. “Cuz I fucked up your project?”

“No,” Ford answered plainly. “I may not have been accepted into West Coast Tech, but there were so many other colleges that wanted me. I could apply to Yale or Harvard or any college from New York to California and instantly be accepted.

“But I didn’t.” The author added grimly. “Stanley, when you left… When you were gone, I was a mess. So many days I just lied in bed without meals or sleep. Ma was hysterical. I failed most of my exams and only barely scraped a C in the ones I didn’t fail. My GPA dropped significantly and I even lost my Honor Roll. Thankfully my past grades were enough to let me graduate with a 3.2, but my clean record was stained and a lot of prestigious colleges didn’t want me.

“All I wanted at that point was to get as far away from Glass Shard as possible. Luckily there was a small college outside of San Francisco that practically accepted everyone and had a wide range of studies to offer, so I applied and was accepted by graduation day.”

“Good for you.” Stan grunted.

“No! The point is, I…” Ford groaned, feeling like he was failing, but he had to try. “I understand if you don’t want to stay. I understand you have your own life and things you want to do, and I can live without you again if I have to, but… I really, really don’t want to. Yes, I know that part of growing up is going in different directions and being independent and all the other bells and whistles, but it doesn’t have to be. So, if you can tolerate living under the same roof as me again, and if you’re okay with it, I want to offer you a job.”

Stan raised an eyebrow at the six-fingered man. “What kinda job?”

“The committee gives me monthly boosts so I can continue my research. As long as I prove to them once a year that progress is being made, I have a good income coming in. It is a big job, exploring the large woods, climbing mountains and waterfalls, combing the lake, mapping the Enchanted Forest, and hunting down monsters and anomalies to learn more about them. I’ve always managed to make it out of trouble alright, but… I need a partner, and I want to keep it in the family.” Ford smiled at the last sentence.

“What are you saying?” Stan sneered, not daring to believe, not daring to hope, but that stupid smile Ford had…

“I’m saying I want you to do this with me, Stanley.” Ford said matter-of-factly. “I can share the grant with you after bills are paid and groceries are purchased. We can renovate the small room on the ground floor to be Mabel’s bedroom and you can have the entire attic as your own space.

“I know it’s not sailing around the world, but… Please. Will you give me another chance?” Ford pleaded with a soft smile.

Stan grinned and shook his head. “Shit, Sixer, you’re a better salesman than me.” He looked him in the eyes. “Okay. Yes. I’ll stay.”

Ford’s cheeks puffed with happiness as he smiled, his lips pressed together, and he looked ahead, happily daydreaming his future. Being surrounded by weirdness for a living was amazing by itself; doing it with his twin and raising their niece together on top of it was better than anything he could have imagined.

Stan was watching him and laughed good-naturedly, then held out a hand to him. Ford blinked at it like a startled owl, but then returned the smile and sealed the deal with a high-six.

Both brothers stood contently outside with their cigars for a minute, but then heard a bowl clatter on the floor. Mabel must be making a mess in the kitchen, which was fine.

What wasn’t fine was the sound that followed of a body falling on the floor.

Ford raised an eyebrow and called calmly, “Mabel, are you alright?”

They both expected a quick “yeah, sorry, I’m okay,” and maybe an explanation to follow, like she tripped getting down from a chair or something. But there was no reply.

“Mabel, sweetie?” Stan hollered, trying not to sound mad or scared or anything but cool-under-pressure, but this voice trembled with fear.

Still no answer.

Ford and Stan quickly discarded their cigars and bolted inside. Racing like children for cookies, they soon stood at the doorway of the kitchen and were horrified to find Mabel sprawled on the floor on her front, her hair scattered over her face to hide her expression, and her legs and bottom-half of her body slowly fading.

Literally. Fading. Mabel was fading away. She was disappearing like a stain on cloth.

“MABEL!” The men screamed and were immediately on their knees beside her. Ford scooped her up into his arms and felt her pulse and looked over her.

“What happened to her?!” Stan cried out. “Pumpkin, what’s wrong?!”

Ford’s eyes widened in panic as a horrifying realization slapped him in the face. “Mabel… You changed history.”

The tired girl nodded with her eyes closed. “If… If you guys had a fight… and never made up… in my timeline, then I guess…” Mabel paused to yawn tiredly. It didn’t hurt, but she was really sleepy now.“I guess that timeline doesn’t exist anymore, huh? I guess I don’t exist anymore.”

“WHAT?!” Stan yelled and took Mabel’s hand and squeezed it. “We have to do something! You’re family! You’re… We can’t just let you d- not exist!”

Ford held Mabel tighter and closer to his warm chest, making her smile. She swore she could hear his heartbeat. It was too fast. She would have to fix that. Poor Ford was also shaking like a leaf. Mabel could fix that, too.

“I’ll exist.” She smiled up at her uncles. “In a few years.”

Ford bit his lip. He shouldn’t ask this, it was probably dangerous to learn about the future, but the worst was already happening. What else could possibly happen that was worse than losing his girl? Ford couldn’t help but ask, “When?”

“August 31st, 1999.” Mabel’s eyes dazzled. “You’ll meet Dipper, too.” She shifted her eyes to only Stan and whispered, “Did you know you were there? You came to see us when we were born?”

Stan’s eyes watered as he smiled at the new piece of information. “I did?”

“You did. I came out first. You were so proud when I kicked the doctor in the jaw.”

Stan made a watery chuckle and wiped at his eye. “That’s my girl.”

“Dipper came next. He was blue. Umbilical cord wrapped around his neck.”

“Was he okay?” Stan asked.

“He was fine. You knew he would be. You never doubted.”

“I never will, pumpkin. I swear.”

The fading is now much worse. It was spreading over Mabel like a virus. Her legs were hardly visible to the naked eye, and even her shoulders were losing color. This Mabel is almost completely gone. 

Ford, pressed for time, bit his lip as tears flooded his eyes and he cupped Mabel’s cheek and cradled her. “I… I can’t let you go! We just started to become a real family! Wh-What am I going to do without you?!”

Mabel smiled and used the free hand not holding Stan’s trembling hand to caress Ford’s jaw and lower cheek, then cupping his face so her fingertips grazed his sideburn. “It’s okay, really. I’ll see you again, and next time it’ll be when both of you come to see us. Totally worth it.” 

Ford held his breath, and shut his eyes, a tear escaping from each eye and sitting comfortably in the corners of his windows to his soul. Stan hiccuped a laugh and rubbed her hand between both of his. Both of them were doing everything in their power not to cry. 

To that, Mabel laughed and said, “Boys are stupid. It’s okay to cry.”

The cursed power of Mabel. Making people be honest and breaking dams.

Ford curled into his niece, his face sloe to her heart, and cried gently. He wasn’t ready, but he didn’t think he could ever be ready for this.

Stan laughed with tears streaming down his face and he kissed Mabel’s tiny fingers trapped in his hold, then held their hands close to his bowed forehead and just focused on feeling her pulse between his palms.

It only lasted another minute.

Ford was mortified when his chest sank and his arms were empty. He threw himself back and stared at his lap and felt sick to his stomach to find his little girl missing.

Stan’s hands also clasped together and he squeezed tightly, his fists against his trembling lips as he cried.

The genius who always seemed to know what to do didn’t have a damn clue what to do with himself. He growled in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth, then let out a painful howl and moan that most definitely disturbed birds and made a deer or two gallop farther away.

Ford removed his glasses and held his knees, sobbing his heart out. Stan blinked his tears off his eyes, resulting in them rolling down his face, as he watched his brother completely shatter to pieces. He had seen him upset before, sure; all those years of bullying, of Pa’s outbursts and sometimes physical punishments, hopelessness that he was actually worth something. You don’t spend seventeen years with a person and not see them break every so often, granted the blessing to help them put themselves back together again.

But Ford didn’t need Stan to swoop in and fix it. There were no bullies to punch or parents to stand against or jokes to crack that would make this okay. All Stan could do was throw his arms around him and bury his face into Ford’s shoulder and cry, too. 

So that’s what they did on the kitchen floor for over an hour.

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Dipper blinked to try to see, but all he saw around him was inky blackness for miles. His heart raced as he looked around for his sister. “Mabel? Mabel! Mabel, answer me!”

The boy scrambled and collapsed out of a portable potty at the fair. He blinked his eyes rapidly to adjust to the sunlight, scurrying off his hands and knees, clutching the warm time-machine in his hands. Wendy was still admiring her price and Robbie was still sulking, and Waddles was still trying to get away from Pacifica.

That didn’t matter! Mabel was stranded back in time! But how far back?! When was Mabel?! Dipper started jamming the button, but the machine wasn’t working, and it was soon swiped from him by a black-gloved hand.

“Mason Pines,” A gruff voice commanded above him and Dipper looked up to find two new guys with that Blendin guy. The two other guys were muscular and guarded with high-tech armor. 

“You are under arrest for violating the Time-Traveler's Code of Conduct and for jeopardizing the timestream.” The man labeled as Dundgren stated as serious as death.

“Do you have any idea how many rules you just broke?!” Blendin squawked. “I’m asking. I wasn’t there with you. It was probably a lot, right?”

“Wait, wait please!” Dipper begged as the two members of the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadrent each grabbed the boy by an arm. “My sister! She’s still back there! We have to get her!”

“You have the right to remain silent.” The man labeled as Lolph informed robotically. “Anything you say can and already has been used in the Court of Time-Law.”

“Let me go, Mabel needs-...” And Dipper and the three time-travelers were blasted forward in time.

~~~~~~~~~~

In the endless space of time, Dipper was levitated off the ground by a giant baby using the power of his forehead-hourglass to trap him in a baby-blue field. Members of the the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadrent circled the two, and Blendin stood with his arms crossed over his chest and smiling smugly as the kid who caused so much trouble was getting what he deserved.

“You and your sister have broken the eternal laws of space-time.”

“I’m sorry!” Dipper cried out, trying to fight the energy circling him, but it was futile. “I’m sorry! Do what you want to me, just help my sister!”

“Your sister does not require help, nor do you require punishment.” Time Baby informed as he held his feet. “You are lucky the events that occurred do not change anything drastically. However, your timeline has shifted and therefore this reality’s version of you and your sister are no longer viable and will cease to exist.”

“What?!” Dipper squeaked and looked down at his body to find his legs disappearing. “No no NO! What’s happening to me?!”

“You and your twin sister will be born again on August 31st, 1999, but too many things are different in your timeline for this version of you to continue to exist.”

“W-W-What did I do wrong?! What did I change?!” Dipper cried out as his whole body was drained of color. “What changed in our timeline?!”

“Your uncles have amended their bond thirty-four years ahead of schedule. As unfortunate as this is, your sister miraculously delayed the plans of Bill Cipher by an entire millennia.”

“What uncles?!” Dipper asked, panicked as the fading reached his neck. “Who’s Bill Cipher?!”

“If you wanted the answers you sought out, you should have been patient.” Time Baby scolded. “We all get the answers we seek… in time.”

“P-P-Please!” Dipper begged as he appeared as a ghost. “Please! What did Mabel do?!”

Time Baby cruelly stayed silent, testing Dipper’s strengths, but he was dying, anyways. Might as well.

“She met the Author of the Journals. Your missing uncle.”

Dipper’s eyes widened. “Mabel…” He rasped, and then he ceased to exist.

[ijustwant2write]

How Romantic-Eggsy Unwin x Hart!Reader

(GIF credit to @rottencoconut)

Masterlist

Requested by anonymous

Summary: do you mind doing a scenario of eggsy x reader where she’s harry’s daughter? so both eggsy and reader are work for kingsman and are currently dating. one night (before scenario maybe?) they talk about he future, but their conversation is cut short for some reason. later, when captured during a mission and are alone, eggsy proposes . (i’m sorry its kinda stupid/cheesy)

Characters: Eggsy Unwin x Reader, Harry Hart x Reader (father/daughter)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name         

Warnings: Fighting, swearing, fluff

(A/N: The story slightly changed, but only how they were captured)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

My heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing around me as I made my way out of the building. I could hardly keep my eyes open, yawning far too often. I had been away on a long mission, not able to keep in contact with anyone back here. Although it had taken a few days longer than anticipated, I was happy with the work I had done, especially since I had come out of it unscathed. The British night air was cold and harsh as usual as I stepped out, but I grinned when I saw what was waiting for me; I practically skipped down the steps as I spotted my boyfriend leaning up against his car.

“Finally, you’re home.” he sighed as he hugged me, holding me tightly.

I squeezed back.“You won’t believe how much I’ve missed you.”

We quickly kissed.“You look tired.”

“I definitely am. I didn’t know you were picking me up?”

“Of course I am, I wasn’t going to spend another minute away from you.”

“Then let’s get home before I collapse.”

I hadn’t realised I had nodded off in the car until I felt the engine shut off, Eggsy quietly chuckling at my state. Sleepily smiling back, I dragged myself out of the car, pushing myself to get inside before I fell asleep again. Eggsy got my bags, easily catching up with me. Taking my hand in his, he pulled me into the house, dumping the suitcase and swiftly carrying me in his arms. I giggled, still amazed by his strength as we headed towards the bedroom.

“Eggsy, I did miss you, but I hope you’re not hoping for a late night together.” I teased.

“Don’t worry, I know that’s the last thing you want right now.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

Gently laying me on the bed, I snuggled into the covers, Eggsy taking off my shoes before crawling onto the bed beside me. Instantly grabbing him, I cuddled him close, wrapping a leg around him too. This was what I needed at this moment, just for him to be here with me. We hadn’t seen each other for weeks, and not just because of my mission; our schedules had started to clash as we were taken more seriously, trusted more to accomplish bigger tasks. It was a great feeling, I loved this job with all my heart but I also loved Eggsy. We knew this would come, we were scared what it would do for our relationship, though it seemed that we were stronger than we thought.

I smiled up at Eggsy as he propped his head up on his hand, reaching up to take off his glasses. I would never get over how handsome he was. Such a brave, kind hearted man who came from hardly anything, now he was saving peoples lives and they didn’t even know it.

“What are you thinking about?” he leaned in closer to me, pecking my lips. We were always this affectionate when reuniting.

“Nothing, just admiring you. And the fact that the house has been kept so clean.”

“What did I tell you? I’m perfect husband material!”

“Oh, so you didn’t have help from the local cleaning service?”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I saw the business card on the table.”

He sighed.“Thought I would get away with that one. Hey, at least it got cleaned though.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’ll still be a good husband.”

“Speaking of,” his eyes cast down, not looking at me,“uh, well I don’t really know how to go about this.”

“About what?”

“I just...do you ever think about the future?”

“Our future?”

“Yeah.”

“Course I do.”

“Really?”

“Well, yes. I can’t not think about it if I’m honest.”

“Me neither.”

“Do...do you want to get married?”

He lightened the serious mood.“This isn’t a proposal, is it?”

“No! I’m not telling our children that I asked their father to marry me whilst collapsed on the bed after a mission.”

“Oh, so we’re talking about kids now?”

“Come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t considered it.”

“I have. Especially after seeing you with Daisy.”

“I thought the same thing when I saw her with you.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“Me too. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Just as we were about to kiss again, there was a huge smash coming from one of the other rooms. We immediately sprung into action, grabbing a gun each which we kept under the bed, just for emergencies. Eggsy took the lead, taking slow, stealthy steps towards the noise. I took another route once we realised it came from the living room. There was glass everywhere, and I still had no shoes, but that wasn’t the most important thing at the moment. There was no sign of movement as Eggsy ventured into the room, still on high alert as he held his gun up. I kept back, wondering who on Earth it could be invading our home. Was it a harmless robber? An enemy of the Kingsman? They had found our home, they had to know who we were. As Eggsy continued his search, I alerted my dad, hoping that he or any other kind of backup would arrive, even if we had dealt with the situation. 

I took one, steady step around the shattered glass, ready to fight, until I felt an arm wrap around my neck, tightly squeezing it as they knocked my gun out of my hand with the other. As I gasped for air, I gripped onto the arm, flipping us both over so they would let go. Springing to my feet, I saw the masked man also get up; he was in nothing but a black stealth suit, a balaclava covering his identity. We instantly started fighting, throwing all of our strength into our hits. This definitely wasn’t your average thief, he knew who we were, they wanted us for some reason.

I heard Eggsy start to fight, confirming that there was more than one. I had my back to him, and I was worrying what was happening to him; I had to keep it under wraps as more footsteps padded through the house, and I soon found myself being grabbed from all sides. Yelling out at them, I thrashed my limbs about, trying to remember all my training. I tried calling out to Eggsy, though there was no reply. Before I could come up with a plan to get out of this, I felt something sharp jab into my arm. My head whipped down towards the feeling, finding a needle being pulled out. No, they were drugging me! That wasn’t fair!

I could only make out mumbles as I felt everything go numb, my eyelids heavy as they forced themselves to close.“Eggsy, Eggsy...I...I...”

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“(Y/N)! (Y/N), come on, wake up!” Eggsy’s voice was loud, snapping me awake.

My body jolted, though I felt restrained. Glancing down, I found myself tied up to a metal beam, the bound so tight it was hard to breathe. We were in a dimly lit room, in what looked like a cellar, though not for a house. Eggsy was also tied up to a beam, opposite me; we were a few metres away from each other, not even our feet could reach the others. 

“Eggsy,” I croaked out,“do you know what happened?”

“No, got knocked out by whatever they injected us with.” he replied, wriggling around to attempt an escape.

“OK, got anything on you? Anything to help us?”

“No, I’ve been stripped of everything.”

“Shit, they took my glasses too.”

He tipped his head back, groaning.“No one knows where we are.”

I lowered my voice.“I contacted my dad. Don’t know if that will do us any good now though.”

“I’m almost out of this, hold on.” 

He moved his body around more, his arms finally freeing from the zip tie. He scurried to me, now attempting to free me. It hurt as he tugged at my hands, but I didn’t complain.

“(Y/N), I have no idea what we’re in for.” Eggsy whispered.

“I know, but we have to remain calm and-”

“So I need to say this now.”

“Eggsy, let’s come up with a plan here, no need to panic-”

He stopped trying to untie me, coming round to kneel in front of me. 

“No, no, Eggsy, not here-”

“I can’t go the rest of my life without asking you this. (Y/N) Hart, will you marry me?”

My mouth dropped open, eyes wide as he spoke. He did not just propose to me. No, I wasn’t having this.

“Well?”

“Eggsy! Do you realise what you just did?”

“Well, yeah. I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”

“It’s extremely romantic of you to do this right now thinking we’re going to die, but like I said before, I am not having this as my proposal story. So if anyone asks, we need to come up with something amazing.”

He stared at me, trying to come up with something to say.“So is that a yes?”

“What? Oh! Oh my god, yes! Absolutely!”

He leaned in, kissing me quickly before going back to untying me. Adrenaline was high, emotions were a mess, and we still had no idea as to where we were or who had kidnapped us. As my hands were finally relieved from the pressure of the zip lock, we only just heard footsteps coming towards the door. Both of us were still and silent, before I stood beside of the door, Eggsy in front of it as we prepared to fight. The door opened, Eggsy and I lunging for the man who had walked in; however, Eggsy was tripped off of his feet, a foot to his neck, just as I was swiftly thrown over the man’s head onto him. We groaned as I thudded onto his body, instincts kicking in to fight again when we saw who it was.

“Dad! Oh thank god!” I coughed out, trying to sit up.

“Terribly sorry darling, didn’t see you there.” he helped me to my feet, Eggsy slowly standing up after.

“Thank fuck.” Eggsy breathed out, wincing as he stretched his back out.“Where are we?”

“You’re in Scotland would you believe. Some chaps we pissed off a few years back tried to pull one over on us, and again, we obviously won.”

“Why us?” I asked.

“You haven’t fought them, you wouldn’t know who they were. But it’s dealt with now. Come on, the jet is waiting for us.”

As we settled into the plush chairs on the jet, I reached over to hold Eggsy’s hand. Dad was in the cock pit with the pilot, still very calm about rescuing us, though the other agents seemed to be in the same state too. 

“Fuck me, I just wanted to rest. I better get more holiday because of this.” I sighed.

Eggsy chuckled, squeezing my hand as he closed his eyes.

I found myself just looking at him, loving that he was at peace in this moment. But that’s when it hit me, what had just happened to me in that last half hour. I grabbed his shirt in my hands, startling him as I pulled him towards me. His eyes were wide, wondering what on earth I was doing.

“Eggsy, you just proposed to me.”

“Y-yes?”

“We’re....you’re my fiance.”

“Yeah. Are you alright?”

“I love you, I love you, I love my fiance!” I exclaimed as I kept on kissing him.

I continued kissing him as a ‘ding’ went off, preparing us for an announcement. Was it important? No, even if it was my dad speaking.

“I really don’t mean to be eavesdropping but what did you just say?!”

[satan-chillin]

All the Small Things

Summary: Two girls from the future claimed to be Sam's granddaughters.

Also available in Ao3 & FF.net

"So, Sammy. You and Rowena, I see," Dean spoke as a distraction. And Sam would have thanked him for it if not for his choice of topic.

Sam sighed, fiddling with his phone so he won't look at his brother. "Now's not the time, Dean."

Dean pointedly ignored him. "I mean, I'd say I didn't see that one coming—heh, no pun intended." He grinned at his own joke. "But that explains the new taste for porn. Redheads? I thought you're into brunettes, Sammy."

"How did you even—you know what, can we not have this conversation while there are children at the back?" Sam hissed, flushing from his cheeks to his neck.

"That's the thing, Sam. I didn't know. You just confirmed it." Dean sent him a wink and a strong pat against his chest. "Just call her, man. It's for a professional matter. She can be the grandmother of your grandkids later."

It started exactly the same way Sam and Dean encountered their grandfather, Henry Winchester: a previously normal-looking door at the motel that glowed from the other side and out came a person.

Well, two people, in this case. Two girls who tumbled in an ungraceful landing and pained groans on the floor. One was a brunette and another a redhead that made Sam incongruously remember a certain occasional ally witch.

Dean was the first to recover from the shock and out with a gun pointed at the two. "What are you and what are you doing here?"

Sam, despite the alarm and suspicion ringing their bells in his head and him mimicking Dean's guarded stance, oddly felt concerned at what appeared to be two roughly teenage girls who came out of nowhere.

"Woah, easy," said the brunette. She pushed up her glasses and grimaced upon seeing Sam and Dean. She nudged her companion who gave the brothers a stink eye. "We're not here to—uh, we're not here to hurt you."

Dean scoffed. "If there's anybody here doing the hurting, it's us, missy. So stuff it. What are you?"

The redhead scowled at the question, though the expression earned her a pinch from the brunette. "Right, right. Sorry. We're humans if that's what you're worried about," the same girl who spoke said. She raised her hands in surrender.

"Yeah because that's exactly what humans will say when asked 'what are you?'" Dean deadpanned. Sam thought he was being a special kind of bitchy today, but, right. He was supposed to be on Dean's side here.

The brunette sighed exasperatedly. "You have a point, sir," she said calmly, crossing her arms. "But I'm not lying about us. We are humans, and I do think it's important to assert that first thing especially when encountering fellow hunters."

"You? Hunters?" Dean snorted. "Please."

That irked the redhead girl, it seemed, because the next thing they knew, she was shouting, "Abi!"

Suffice to say, the impact sent both Sam and Dean flying against the walls, and, wow, they didn't miss that at all.

"Wena!" Sam heard the other girl yell, aghast.

Sam's back hurt like hell when he fell on the floor, and yet the first thing he registered was the name that sounded like 'Rowena' and that was neither here nor there.

"That's it. Witches, huh." Dean was already on his feet, loading his gun with two witch-killing bullets.

Sam watched as a blur of dark hair rushed towards Dean and kicked him in the crotch. The redhead girl cheered when Dean crumpled on his knees, hissing. Sam was on high alert, and kid or not, he has to subdue them before—

Sam paused within a few steps, not looking forward to being kneed in the groin. He'd had some phantom pain from the Nutcracker on occasion, thank you very much. Without any other choice that didn't involve roughing up some kids, Sam opted for words.

"Okay," he said, placing down his gun and kicking Dean's away. Dean shot him an incredulous look of are you insane?! that Sam readily leveled with a flat stare. "Give us a name and we can all talk peacefully. That good?"

The brunette relaxed immediately and stood straighter. "I'm Kelly, sir, and this is my sister Rowena. I know this is all weird barging in on you, but—this is Peoria, Illinois, yes?"

"Yeah," Sam managed to answer despite the names that sounded too good to be a coincidence. Kelly? Rowena? Sisters? What was going on here?

Rowena—the redhead girl, Sam thought unhelpfully instead—apparently looked relieved. "The spell worked then," she chirped with a smug grin to her sister.

Kelly shushed her a bit too late. Warily, she addressed both Sam and Dean. "As for your question earlier, we're not really witches witches, you know? We, ah, do a bit of spell, but not enough to label us witches."

"Let them, Lee." Rowena harrumphed. "It's not like they can touch us."

Dean chuckled humorlessly as he sat on the bed, still furious. "Pray tell, miss, why we couldn't?"

"Because if you do, Uncle Jack will find out, and so does grandpa. Oh, he's nice, alright, but you don't want to face his wrath."

Kelly looked like she was seconds away from facepalming or yelling for her sister to shut up. Whichever came first.

Dean, with injured pride and hurt balls, humored the girl. "And who's this grandpa of yours who's not ridden with arthritis?"

Sam racked his brain for names of any old hunters that they knew and tried to think whether there were some they have to watch out for. Senior hunters were no joke if they could live this long in the hunting business.

Rowena huffed. "Why, Sam Winchester, of course!"

Also, there was the matter of some tension with a couple of hunters who—

Wait.

What?

"Sam Winchester," Dean repeated, face blank. "Samuel Winchester."

"Unless there's another Samuel Winchester that you know." Rowena rolled her eyes.

Dean tilted his head, but when he glanced at Sam he was unable to keep the laugh that escaped him. "Dude, you didn't tell me you have grandkids already."

And Sam would have hit him for that, if that little fact registered as a joke, if it didn't make everything else click with sense and clarity.

When Sam met Kelly's stare with a gasp of realization coming from her, Sam was almost afraid to ask.

"Kelly, what year do you think is it?"

Even she was afraid to answer, but out came a low-voiced reply from her of a year that should be four decades from then.

Amidst his surprise, Sam tried with utmost effort on how to make the revelation with finesse because the two girls weren't their first time traveler for goodness's sake.

"Welcome to 2020," Sam said instead, with an awkward chuckle and the brazen tact of a lumbering moose.

Time travel was officially the least of his favorites.

"Time travelers," Dean muttered. "So messing with time runs in the family?"

"I don't think it's intentional," Sam whispered, warily eyeing the girls who were busy poring over the diner menu. They must be hungry. "I mean. Henry did it to escape, and Abaddon just followed. The girls must have thought it was a teleportation spell. They did ask about the place."

"What's with Illinois and their motel doors?" Dean grumbled. The girls looked at him briefly. Rowena scowled at him. Dean's expression turned even sourer. "You done yet? Don't tell me you're planning to buy out the diner."

The girls turned red, though Kelly's was out of embarrassment while Rowena looked irritated and close to yelling another spell until Kelly pinched her arm.

"Dean," Sam said in warning. He expected Dean to be the adult in this. Sam addressed the girls, "I'm guessing the time travel is purely accidental. Any reason why you attempted to perform the spell?"

"Gabriel was kidnapped," Rowena said when Kelly looked hesitant to answer.

"Um, are you sure it's alright for us to answer your questions? I mean, we're from the future and we might jinx it once you find out some things," Kelly said reasonably.

"Sure," Dean agreed. "But we have to make sure that the danger you were running to didn't follow you here. Happened once. Was a pain in the ass."

"The Henry Winchester and Abaddon incident," Kelly said automatically. When Dean raised an eyebrow, she glanced down shyly. "You told me that."

There was silence when their orders were brought in. The waitress eyed Dean and Sam and sent the two young girls a questioning glance. Sam would have felt offended if he didn't understand how they appeared in public: two men too young to be fathering two girls their age. It was weird.

"So are flying cars a thing in your time?" Dean suddenly asked with a mouthful of pancakes. When Sam sighed beside him, Dean just shrugged. "That's like an obligatory question when you meet someone from the future, dude. 'sides, that's a safe question."

"Flying cars? That's silly," Rowena huffed. "Back to the Future thought those were available back in 2015. Look how wrong they were."

Dean looked startled. "I made you watch that?"

"Uncle John did. He won't shut up about movies." She turned her little nose. "He got it from you."

"Oh." Dean's eyes softened imperceptibly. "John, huh."

Sam was against any other name-drop—it was bad enough that two of his supposed grandchildren from the future were just across the table—but watching Dean's expression reminded them that it was one of the very few things they looked forward to: a larger family and the setting down of roots. It was nice to know that there was still hope for them in that department despite their current lifestyle that they would hardly change even after the close call to another world-ending cataclysm.

"So, can you return to your time with the same spell you used?" Sam asked, changing the topic to the issue at hand lest he gave in to the temptation to ask about a lot of things, starting with whether he was the paternal or maternal grandfather of Kelly and Rowena and who was their grandmother.

"We're not sure," Kelly admitted. "You know that we only meant to transport ourselves from one place to another. We didn't bring ingredients with us to replicate the spell again." She paused, then jolted as if she remembered something crucial. "Oh, the bunker. That's already your headquarters, yeah? There could be a stock of the ingredients we need there. That is if you don't mind helping us out."

"Of course not. Help yourself with the bunker, we'll hit the road once we're done with breakfast," Sam said. He made a mental note to call Cas later and have him and Jack ready the ingredients and the tools needed in case they got back early.

"Are you not currently on a case?" Rowena asked.

"We're already done with it, actually. You caught us at the right time."

"Great!" Rowena chirped. "We can get to working as soon as possible."

"You got your mood swings from your namesake, alright," Dean commented tersely. "Speaking of—Sam, call Rowena. She might know something with this spell. Also helps that they have an expert's supervision. In case they mess it up again. No offense, kids."

Kelly looked chagrined, and Sam expected her sister to be livid; instead, however, the redhead girl was, in fact, excited, eyes gleaming as she smacked her poor sister by the shoulder.

"We're meeting grandma, Lee. Our young grandma! I bet she's prettier in person," Rowena gushed.

Dean stopped eating and Sam almost spilled his coffee when it dawned to him.

"You're saying Rowena is your grandmother?" Dean, the first to recover from the revelation, said slowly. "Rowena, the redheaded witch with the Scottish accent. That Rowena?"

The redheaded girl leveled Dean with a flat stare as if saying 'Duh'. "You mean my name didn't give it away?"

"Well, your sister's name is Kelly, who's obviously not your grandmother since you just referred to Jack as uncle," Dean reasoned like that was the most surprising thing they should focus on.

"I liked you more when you were older," Rowena said. "And I'll have you know that I look like my grandma Rowena. My mom even said so."

"But if Rowena's your grandma and Sam's your grandpa—well, it's possible they're on separate sides—"

"Oh my god. They're our grandparents, okay? That union started a line of strong blood born from a topnotch hunter and a natural-born witch, so obviously our mom—"

"Rowena, shut up right now!" Kelly suddenly yelled, silencing her sister and had the attention of the diners and the staff on them.

Sam left a couple of bills on the table and was well-aware of the judging looks on them as they followed Rowena after she stormed out of the establishment.

Sam couldn't blame them; a few hours in, they were clearly failing to reign in two teenagers.

"Hey, no jumping out of a moving car, capeesh?" Dean warned the girls at the backseat, particularly the redhead. Sam was sure Dean was close to addressing her as a drama queen.

Rowena completely ignored Dean. Kelly simply nodded and looked out the window. The sisters were both quiet half an hour on the trip, the tension palpable between them that even the brothers began to feel uncomfortable. They weren't strangers to sibling quarrel, and they both agreed that it sucked to have one especially in a car.

"I just don't want you spilling too much information about the future, alright?" Kelly was the first to speak after the tension became unbearable for her.

"I know," grumbled Rowena after a while, her face turned the other way. "I just—never mind."

That cleared the air a bit.

"So, Sammy. You and Rowena, I see," Dean spoke as a distraction. And Sam would have thanked him for it if not for his choice of topic.

Sam sighed, fiddling with his phone so he won't look at his brother. "Now's not the time, Dean."

Dean pointedly ignored him. "I mean, I'd say I didn't see that one coming—heh, no pun intended." He grinned at his own joke. "But that explains the new taste for porn. Redheads? I thought you're into brunettes, Sammy."

"How did you even—you know what, can we not have this conversation while there are children at the back?" Sam hissed, flushing from his cheeks to his neck.

"That's the thing, Sam. I didn't know. You just confirmed it." Dean sent him a wink and a strong pat against his chest. "Just call her, man. It's for a professional matter. She can be the grandmother of your grandkids later."

Sam pretended that he didn't see through the rearview mirror the girls stifling their grins.

"Right," Sam huffed. He found Rowena's number on speed dial and called.

"What's so important in this fine a morning, Samuel?" came Rowena's voice from the speakers, sounding groggy and mildly irritated to be disturbed from her sleep.

"We need your help," Sam said.

"Obviously. You never call me for a social meeting."

"Can you make it this afternoon? It's kinda urgent."

Rowena groaned from the other line. "Someone's dying?"

"Uh, no. Hopefully not."

"The world is ending again?"

"I don't think so."

"Then it's not bloody urgent, Samuel."

The two girls at the back burst into a fit of giggles at the exchange.

"You're not with Dean?"

"In here," Dean called like a student in a roll-call.

"Dean's driving." Sam wasn't obtuse enough to not get the underlying question there. "There are two kids with us. They're the ones who need your help with a spell."

"While it's commendable that children are introduced to witchcraft at a young age, I don't advice dabbling with it without adult supervision."

"Exactly why they need you."

Sam heard her hum in consideration. "And here I thought you're looking for any reason to see me, Samuel," she said sweetly.

Dean made a mock-gagging noise. "Hey, less flirting, more driving to the bunker."

And this was coming from the person who shamelessly teased Sam for his, er, acquired taste.

"We'll see you there," Sam said, disregarding Dean's ribbing. "Take care, Rowena," he added as an afterthought.

"Ever the gentleman, Samuel," Rowena remarked dryly, promptly cutting off the line.

Sam made a bitchface at Dean. "I called her. You happy now?"

"Are you?" Dean shot back.

"Shut up," Sam grumbled. He turned to the girls at the back. "You probably won't like this, but I think it's better if you won't tell her who you really are."

"But—" the redheaded girl—Sam was going to call her Ro; all these same names could be confusing—was about to retort, but upon looking at Kelly, she reluctantly agreed. "Fine. Besides, there's a possibility that we might wipe ourselves from existence. Right, Lee?"

Kelly nodded grimly. "Yeah. Us being here alone probably caused some changes already. Hopefully nothing too massive."

"That could happen? You can possibly jinx your birth or something?" Dean asked with a frown. When Sam raised an eyebrow at him, he shrugged. "I'm curious. Cas did warn us of making any changes when he brought us back a couple of times in the past, but the first time he also said that time is fluid. There's also the matter of alternate universes and such. I dunno. What if it's a quantum thing, you know? Wherein you won't return to the future you originally came from but on an alternate future where you barely notice the changes but they're still there. Like the movie Coherence."

"That's the term 'quantum' in movies are, Dean. Sci-fi films tend to slap that word along time-travel and physics mumbo-jumbo."

"So? Not all viewers are physicists."

"Fine, you have a point, but you don't have to needlessly scare them." Sam gestured at the girls.

"We're not scared, because we know we'll return where the others are probably looking for us," Ro said, though it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more.

"Worst case scenario is you're going to be stuck with us for a few more days, but rest assured that we'll do our best to bring you home," Sam promised them, earning him a small smile of gratitude from Kelly.

They came through apocalypses, alternate universes, and even God. What was sending two girls from the future compared to those?

Cas and Jack were already at the bunker when they arrived. Dean was clearly surprised to find them early.

"How's the hunt?" he asked once he recovered, tousling Jack's hair when he passed him.

"Good," Cas simply said.

They both averted each other's eyes and skirted around something that Sam couldn't put his finger on as he observed the exchange.

"These are the time-travelers you speak of." Cas approached them. "Hello, children."

Kelly gave him a small wave while Ro smiled at Cas impishly.

"And you plan to return them the same manner they did." Sam nodded in confirmation.

"I can help," Jack readily suggested, watching the two girls curiously. "I can bring them back."

"That'll be easier but also perilous. You're strong, Jack, but we can't have you risk it yet knowing you're untrained with time-traveling, and riding the stream of time is not easy even for the experienced travelers. Not to mention the two charges you'll have to carry with you," Cas reasoned that didn't leave much room for argument.

Jack didn't put up much of a fight against the fair argument, though he did look like a kicked-puppy for being denied.

"But you can help us remove this encounter in their minds," Cas said. "Yours and Dean's too," he reminded Sam.

Ro was ready to protest though beaten by Dean to it. "Woah. Why Sam and me too?"

"I assume you already know a lot about the future."

"The fact that Sam and Rowena's gonna bang more than once and I'm going to have a kid named John—that's it."

Cas shook his head. "It's possible that Sam and Rowena might not end up together, thus erasing their child and grandchildren from existence," he said amidst Sam's explanation to a terribly curious Jack who was strangely looking at Sam at the background. "That's only a minor example, Dean. You know the rules."

"Forgive me if I'm having doubts about having my mind erased, Cas, because while that didn't happen to me before, it happened to Mom when I could have warned her against her death," Dean said sharply. "There could have been no apocalypse and the retakes that followed; Sam could have been a lawyer by now, married to Jess; Dad wouldn't have died; we could've had simple lives where people wouldn't die on association with us!"

There was an uncomfortable silence that followed at Dean's sudden outburst.

For all his usual expression of blankness, Cas seemed like he was slapped on the face. "I didn't know that the life you have now makes you incredibly unhappy. I'm sorry I assumed." Cas walked out of the war room with Jack on his heels.

Dean's jaw tightened at Cas's retreat. He stood. "Call me if you need me for later."

Watching Dean's back disappearing in the hallway made Sam frustratingly blame himself that he should have seen this coming, starting with their parting with Cas and Jack yesterday. Sam had chalked Dean's testiness to exhaustion, and obviously there was more to it.

"Sorry you have to see that," Sam apologized, not forgetting the two girls one bit who witnessed the unpleasant interaction. He hoped that they wouldn't interpret it as them being an indirect cause of it all; they were way too young for self-blaming. "Let's get you lunch."

Sam was unable to fight off the urge to gather them both each on his sides, planting his hands on their small backs as he steered them towards the kitchen.

Dean wouldn't have answered the door if he hadn't mentioned that they get him should the need arise.

To his surprise, though, it was Kelly who came bearing him food and a beer and asking for entry. Reluctantly, Dean allowed her in for the peace-offering alone.

Kelly was taught well enough to just sit there, though she was apparently not told that staring was rude when someone was eating.

"Relax, kid, I'll eat it," Dean assured her wryly. It was one of Sam's salad and burgers that were thankfully not made of fake meat.

Kelly moved around while Dean ate, and Dean was far distracted to care about her touching his collection of records and cassette. His worry was unfounded when she returned them neatly the same way Dean arranged them.

"You a fan of music, kid?" he asked, still unsure what Kelly wanted with him.

"Even in this decade, most people are," she said absently. "My playlist is composed mostly of your suggestions. We pretty much have the same taste."

A smirk paved its way on Dean's face. "Oh yeah?"

"We like classic movies, and at Christmas eves you liked playing The Lord of the Rings that I already memorized Aragorn's speech. We both developed a taste for psychological thrillers. You liked Enemy, I think, because no matter how much you complained how confusing the ending was, you'd asked me to watch it with you so we could analyze it together."

Dean didn't miss the change in tenses, and he took a more somber appearance when he watched her sit on the edge of the bed and stared somewhere far away. Dean listened.

"You liked your burgers greasier the more you got older, and you make a mean one with bacon with too much cheese. That's my favorite," Kelly shared. "At fifty-eight, you got injured by a werewolf that clawed your back. You got a mean scar that looked badass, and you were so proud of it." She didn't turn to Dean, seemingly gathering her bony legs against her chest. "When Uncle John said he wasn't interested to join the hunting business, you sent him to the most prestigious school you could afford because you wanted the best for him. You were supportive of his choice of career so he became a good doctor. Uncle Rob's the one who became a hunter but he had to stop when he met Aunt Georgia and they had Gabriel. In the end, it was Aunt Jo who truly got into the hunting career. You were against it at first, until you realized that was unfair of you to her. Now, she and Aunt Claire make a fine tandem. Uncle John, Uncle Robert, and Aunt Jo might be your adopted kids, but that never stopped you and Cas from raising and loving them unconditionally. You were a firm believer that family didn't end in blood, and it showed."

Dean swallowed thickly, taking the load of information in. So he didn't get to make his own children, but it turned out that he would have two great sons named after his fathers and a daughter named in honor of Jo. And he raised them with Cas, a fact that caused some repressed feelings to well up inside him.

The thing was, Dean could picture that, a family. A family with Cas and three adoptive children. In some part of his mind, there was a surge of hope to seeing that future a couple of years from now.

Dean didn't have those yet and he was already unwilling to let that go.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked when he finally managed to speak.

"Because it doesn't matter anyway if you won't remember them in the end," Kelly told him. "Because I want you to know at least before that that Cas assumed wrong. You were happy. It wasn't an easy life, but if it was, you wouldn't have met the other people you have now. You wouldn't have known Cas, Aunt Jack, Bobby, Aunt Charlie, and everyone else that brought you here and made you to what you are now and what you'll be. You were happy, and you told me that yourself the day before you died."

Dean wondered if this was what his Mom felt all those years ago when she met her sons from the future, when Dean warned her about her death. He remembered that she cried then, overwhelmed, maybe. It was exactly what Dean was experiencing right now.

He could barely find it in himself to be surprised at the small arms that wrapped around his torso, squeezing him in an embrace.

Kelly sniffled against his chest. "I miss you, grandpa. So much."

Dean let her glasses dig against his skin. He was unsure how what to say to that, but maybe there was no need to reply. He let her take her time, his hand eventually found the top of her small head.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Dean rasped. He felt her shook her head. "How did I die, Kelly?"

"Heart attack." She sniffed, letting Dean go in the process. "I wasn't there when it happened, but they said it was all very sudden."

Dean didn't doubt that because after all the dangers of monsters and divine entities, he was more convinced that what would truly take him out of commission was something unexpected, something he didn't see coming. Because life was unexpected that way.

Looking at Kelly, Dean was proven his point.

"Where's Kelly?" Sam asked when he found Ro wandering the library alone.

"She went to see Dean," Ro answered, pulling out William Golding's Lord of the Flies. She wrinkled her nose at the dust and settled the book down on the table. She found Sam staring at her, and added, "They're probably having their chick-flick moment so I'm going to read something while we wait."

Kelly having an emotional moment with Dean? Not only that was uncharacteristic of Dean, but there was only one reason he could think of that Kelly would see him. Sam supposed all that precaution about revealing too much about the future was already thrown out of the window when selective memory erasure was mandatory. Sam sat heavily across Ro. "Why?" he asked.

"Aside from the fact that this is a one-time opportunity?" Ro tilted her head, pushing the book away carefully, losing her interest in it. "Kelly misses him. They were… close."

Sam took his time to swallow past the lump in his throat. It wasn't that he expected each other to live forever, but still. To hear that Dean would pass before him, well, it wasn't exactly pleasant news. "How long ago in your time did he..." he trailed off quietly.

"Last year. Cardiac arrest," Ro supplied. "I'm not as close to him as Lee was, but he was alright. Protective, just like you, but if it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have some of our cool uncles and aunts. Everyone took his death hard, as expected for someone loved and respected dearly. You've made peace with it quickly, you told Mom. Cas is—was, a different matter."

Sam was almost afraid to ask, and somehow Ro sensed it, continuing, "He disappeared a week after. We still don't know what happened to him, but Uncle Jack had grieved for him as well. He said that wherever they are now, they're both at peace, so there's that."

Sam took comfort in the knowledge that Dean would live a long, contented life either way, with children and grandchildren of his own, it seemed. He would have the rest of his life with Cas even. Sam was glad that he and Dean had both reached the point where they were comfortable laying each other to rest, with no talk of resurrections or second tries.

"You might as well ask me a lot," Ro said when a blanket of somber silence passed them. Sam believed that was her attempt to change the dismal topic. "We won't remember about any of this anyway."

Sam was lying if he said that he wasn't curious and was in dire need of distraction from knowing Dean's death in a few decades. He asked for the names of the next three presidents, the new technological development, the discovery of new elements, the sensational books released. Ro answered him to her utmost best, and Sam found her general knowledge impressive. For a moment he recognized the pride in him for having this brilliant girl and Kelly, who happened to be a jiu-jitsu black belter at a young age, as his future granddaughters.

"You know, I expected you to ask more specific things," Ro said wistfully. "Nothing depressing, just… specific."

The tone in her suggestion was unmistakable. Sam huffed out an awkward laugh. "Doesn't matter. There's no time for your matchmaking," he replied, a tad amused.

"Psh. If Dean said you're already showing signs of attraction before you knew you'll get together with grandma, then there's no need to worry, is there?"

"Better take precaution still. Things can easily change."

"So are people," Ro said knowingly. "If grandma didn't change for the better, I doubt you would consider her even as a friend."

Now that she mentioned it, Sam was there when Rowena was, in her own words, a villain, and he was there as well to see through her redemption. Sam liked the strong and capable woman he saw underneath the flaws and pettiness she deemed to have. While a work in progress, he liked the room for growth he saw in her, the ability to tremendously care and willingness to sacrifice if need to be. Sam developed a special fondness for her wit and particular brand of dark humor, the twinkle in her green eyes when she called his name in a teasing note. And don't get him started on her physical qualities.

Oh, damn, Sam glumly thought in realization. He had it bad already.

Ro raised an eyebrow at him and smirked smugly. The expression didn't last long, her young face settling for something unbidden. "She wasn't the easiest person to be with, but you didn't love her any less. Mom and her brother knew that. You had a good run with grandma."

Unlike the mention of Dean's death earlier, Ro made Rowena's passing sound less dismal, that—morbidly it might seem—it was inevitable. There was no uncertainty in Sam when he asked, "How did it happen?"

He promised to himself that it was the last question about another person's death that he would ask.

Ro's smile at him was ambivalent. "She died in her sleep. And before you ask, no, she didn't die by your hand. Mom said you almost forgot about that prophecy thing until her tenth birthday, when you finally acknowledged that if there was something fictional stories kept saying, it was that prophecies were not all pretty cut and dry. You married grandma a month after, and I guess that was it. You didn't 'kill' her, but you did just make a 300-year-old witch give up her immortality for you so that she can grow old with you."

Sam's reeling mind was unable to register the clicking sound of heels walking towards the library until Rowena herself entered with crossed arms, fuming.

"I was under the notion that when you called me for an urgent matter, everything is all set once I arrive," Rowena criticized.

Sam cleared his throat. "Cas said that we already have what we need." He gestured vaguely behind him. "I'll just uh—I'll just go get them."

Ro watched him beat a hasty retreat. When Rowena's attention was on her, critical, the girl straightened her back.

"And you wee girl would be?"

"Rowan, ma'am," Ro lied easily, extending her hand.

Rowena considered her small hand for a second before shaking it daintily. "That works as well."

Sam came back and helped with the initial set up. Ro took the moment to slip to the kitchen and bring out a teapot and cup, pouring Rowena tea.

"Where did you find such a darling girl? " Rowena whispered at Sam, humming in approval at the drink.

By the time Rowena was done, Sam looked relieved that she was easily appeased. Ro winked at him.

Rowena regarded the girl. "You don't look as young as Samuel made you to be."

Ro took the observation as a compliment, seemingly glowing at the words. "No, but I myself should be called a child for my mistake." She sighed dramatically and explained the situation for Rowena.

It was a bit frightening how Ro acted like a younger version of Rowena, easily winning over the latter's sympathy, and by the end of her tale, they were both in each other's personal space, with Rowena tucking away a stray lock of Ro's red hair.

Yeah, there was no mistaking of their relation there, Sam thought wryly.

"And you made sure that nobody else could follow through the door you used?" Rowena queried.

"The spell was specifically for only Lee and me," Ro assured her. "Designed to work only one way. Once."

Rowena looked mildly impressed. "You have strong foundations, dear. I wish I could say the same for the girls wanting to be my apprentice." She glanced at Sam. "Are you sure the consequences will be too dire if we keep her?"

"Rowena," Sam started, though he sounded more amused and fond at the same time.

"Samuel," Rowena returned obligingly.

"You know the rules on time travel."

"Och. Do I? Remind me to try it next time so I'll experience it for myself. Might have to slap someone back in the 17th century."

"I'm sure it won't be difficult for you, but the experience is not exactly pleasant. And pulling someone away from their timeline can have serious repercussions."

"But if you remember Gavin, there were hardly changes because he wasn't so vital to the history," Rowena reminded him. "Unless this girl is going to be an important figure decades from now, I don't see how there could be this so-called repercussions you speak of. No offense, dearie. I mean that in a broader sense."

Sam sighed. He knew she being purposefully stubborn. "Yeah, no." He smiled tightly.

"Because?"

He exchanged a look with Ro, who only gave him an encouraging, saccharine smile. "Right. Doesn't matter anymore." Sam fought an incoming headache. "She's your granddaughter from the future, Rowena. She and her sister are going to be the kids of your daughter."

Rowena blinked. "Oh."

"Both of you are our grandparents," Ro corrected Sam.

Rowena blinked multiple times. "Oh."

Sam looked away. "Yeah."

Rowena tilted the girl's chin to her, scrutinizing her thoughtfully. "That explains the hair and the eyes. Resembled us more than the parents, aren't you?" She patted Ro's cheek affectionately.

Sam waited for the relentless teasing that never came.

Rowena stood and clapped her fingers. "Let's get to bringing you girls back, shall we?"

Sam noted that Rowena wasn't any less fond of Kelly when she and Dean joined them at the library. Rowena merely nodded in greeting at Dean, and there was the typical lilt of her voice when she said 'Castiel' when the fallen angel came to the room with Jack.

Sam was surprised when Rowena didn't point out the apparent tension they could almost taste in the air when Dean and Cas met each other's eyes.

"Go on, dearies," Rowena encouraged the girls, seemingly excited to witness her granddaughters' capabilities. "Perform the same spell you did. Don't mind us here."

Somehow, the girls were hardly assured, suddenly self-conscious to be watched. Sam wondered if their meticulousness was due to them hovering over the two.

"Done," Ro announced when the cauldron began producing a thin trail of smoke.

"A modified spell," Rowena recognized.

Kelly nodded. "It's Ro's idea. Makes the spell difficult to replicate."

Ro preened.

"Well, to be fair to you girls, your only mistake was using the wrong phonetics; therefore, you overdid it," Rowena began to explain, pointing at the written incantation of the spell the girls wrote down. "Barely a novice's mistake."

"Did she just compliment somebody else's witchcraft?" Dean whispered to Sam.

Sam shrugged.

Sam and Dean watched with bated breath as Rowena walked the girls step by step to redo the same spell that would help them return in an exact time before they vanished in their timeline.

Jack's wandering eyes that bounced curiously between all the people inside the library went unnoticed. When Cas glanced at him questioningly, Jack turned to the small light show happening on the cauldron as Rowena cited an additional Latin phrase.

The whole affair was underwhelming, all things considered. Ro and Kelly wrote the slightly different inscriptions on the nearest door until there was a bright glow that came from the other side.

The door no longer led to the restroom, Jack mused, fascinated.

"That's quick," Ro muttered. Kelly agreed.

"Because you dearies are talented," Rowena told them with a soft expression that didn't usually grace her features. She was being sincere, that much was obvious. "Keep it up, girls. Your Mom must be proud of you two."

"So this is goodbye, huh." Dean approached. "Try to avoid accidentally time-traveling next time," he jested.

Kelly grinned at him. Dean allowed the urge to ruffle her hair. There was a kind of understanding that passed between them when he received a nod from Ro.

"Take care, will you," was Sam's last piece of advice to them, not wanting to be too emotional about something he would forget in a few minutes. "We'll see you girls around, I guess."

But damn it, it was hard not to.

"Uncle Jack," Kelly called, startling Jack at the title. "We're ready."

Jack's fingers tapped them on their foreheads. "You'll forget about this once you passed that door," he said. "Personally, I'd rather you remember," he whispered to them.

Ro's eyes that reminded Jack of Sam were lit in amusement, with Kelly equally so. Jack didn't get what was funny. "We know you'd say that. Just take care of Cas, okay? We'll see you around too." Ro winked.

With a final wave, Kelly opened the door for the both of them. It closed on their backs without showing any glimpse of the other side. The whole thing happened within five seconds without much of a fanfare.

"I'll go first," Dean stated once the moment passed, walking to Jack. He wasn't happy that he wouldn't get to keep this memory, but Jack admired Dean's decisiveness.

Jack shook his head. "I think it'll be better if I do this all at once. Castiel said that he wanted to be included in this too."

"I know very little, but it'd be safer this way," Cas told them.

"Now wait just a second, what is the angel saying?" Rowena butted in.

"We have to wipe this encounter from everyone's mind, Rowena, and that includes yours," Sam answered.

"Why, I don't remember agreeing to a bloody memory erasure, Samuel," she retorted.

"Rowena—"

"No," she said firmly. "What if not remembering is what changes the outcome? I don't want to forget that I saw what I'll have one day. I don't—I don't want to, Sam. Please."

Sam came closer, gingerly holding her by the shoulders in comfort. "Rowena," he tried again. "Nothing is set in stone, but if there's one thing I want to believe in, it's that some things will happen no matter what. And I know in my gut that those two sisters are one of those. You'll have them. We will have them and their mother and their uncle. For now, we just have to wait."

It was the point where Dean was supposed to make fun of Sam, of him and Rowena making googly eyes on each other in front of everyone. But that could wait, he thought, not when Cas was slotting his hand against his and Dean was letting him.

Dean wondered multiple things at once.

He wondered faintly if he would remember this particular bit afterward. He didn't want to forget Cas's fingers entwined with his for the first time.

Dean wondered if the brief moment counted as contentment and happiness on Cas's side.

Dean wondered if the Shadow was coming after Cas in the next ten seconds for feeling a momentary satisfaction.

Unbeknownst to them, Jack set to work.

It wasn't Jack's intention, but he saw them for himself anyway: the pieces of memories of Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Rowena as he sifted through their heads.

He witnessed, with an outsider's perspective like that of an audience to a TV, Dean and Castiel's heated conversation two days ago on the subject of getting together more than friendship allowed them to be.

He witnessed the pull of attraction that began to form between Sam and Rowena while one of them thought it was happening only on a single side and the other thinking it was a fleeting fancy that became inexplicable the longer it lingered.

Jack barely understood most of the concepts, though it did make him understood what drove the actions of these people in his close circle.

It would certainly be a tough project, but while Jack was helplessly inept in the subject matter, he could make up for it with immense determination.

Jack began to plan.

End

[starkatana]

Unbreakable

Summary:

Your and Shoto’s daughter, Kisa, has been kidnapped and anyone will go to whatever lengths to find her. This story takes place in the future where everyone is aged-up and well into their hero careers.

Shoto Todoroki x Female Reader

Bakugo - Ground Zero 

Kirishima - Red Riot

“Where are they? Where are they?! Where is my daughter? Do not test me, tell me where they are!”

The line went dead and Shoto slammed the phone down.

“Shoto! Shoto!” You cried.

Shoto and you were in the police station while the police were conducting their investigation for Kisa.

It wasn’t just them though. It was all of Shoto’s hero friends. It was your first born daughter, Kisa, that was missing after all. Shoto pulled out all of the stops. The best heroes were on the case looking for your little girl. Deku, Momo, Iida, Shinsou, Bakugo, Kirishima and others. Everyone Shoto called was out looking for Kisa especially since you two couldn't.

A couple of police officers brought you two to a separate office.

“Hello, ma’am, we need your statement one more time. How did this happen?”

You and Kisa were grocery shopping. You had just finished getting Kisa buckled in. That’s when you started loading the groceries into the car. You didn’t think anything about it, but that’s when you were knocked out. That’s all you remembered until Shoto found you.

Shoto was still in the office. You left the office when you normally did pick up Kisa from daycare and was on your way to the grocery store for dinner that night. It was just another day in your lives.

It was when Shoto got home. He didn’t see the car and thought it was odd that he would be home before you. He checked his phone for any missed messages from you, but nothing. He calls you but you don't answer and he finds it a bit odd and thinks you're doing some other errands. As he puts down his keys, something doesn't sit right with him. So, he calls your cell again but still no answer, and figured it doesn't hurt to go to the store.

At the store, he sees the car in the parking lot. He let out a sigh of relief and parks close. He sees that the shopping cart is close and when he goes to move it he sees your silhouette in the trunk of the SUV.

"Y/n!"

He unlocks the car and opens up the trunk.

“Y/n!” he shakes you awake.

“Ugh-“ Your eyes flutter open seeing Shoto’s worried face shaking you awake. “Kisa!"

You sit up, nearly smacking your head against Shoto’s head. You frantically look around. “Shoto! They- someone- Kisa!” Your chest gets tight and your breathing is hard and fast.

Immediately his head snaps to the baby seat. She wasn’t there. “Lay down. I'll call the police. You need to relax. We’ll get on it.”

You cried hard and heavy as you laid in the back of the trunk with a headache and pain from where the guy hit you. You felt too guilty. How could you let this happen to your family?

Flash forward, you're sitting in the police office tears going down your face balling your eyes out.

“She's only two. She's just a baby.”

“Ma'am, we're doing our best to find her.”

Shoto was pacing the room behind you you'd never seen him this frazzled the police leave the room.

“I’m so sorry, Sho.”

He stops pacing and sits next to you taking your hand. “It's not your fault.”

“No,” I should've been more vigilant. I-I should've been keeping an eye out for both of us. I knew this but just a second I put my guard down and she's gone.” More tears keep coming, “It's all my fault. I'm so, so sorry, Sho.” You crash into his shoulder.

He holds you and rubs your back. “Don't worry, honey. We're going get her back unharmed and those fuckers are gonna get it.”

You felt so bad. How did these people know when you were going to be alone with Kisa? How long have they been watching you? Tracking your movements. Learning your habits. Keeping tabs on you and your family. They knew when you were going to be alone and took their chance to take Kisa.

You have a high profile family. You knew this dating Shoto and now that you’re married, this was no different. You were an even more high profile family especially since you had Kisa. You felt silly putting your guard down for even a second. You couldn’t believe it.

“We got her!”

You and Shoto immediately perk up. Hearing the police announce it as the captain ran past their room and towards the room with the radio. You and Shoto follow the officers into the room where you hear Bakugo and Deku’s voice.

“I got the runt!”

“Alright! Was Deku’s voice. “Red Riot behind you!”

“I got your back, Deku! Get out of here Ground Zero! We'll capture the rest of these guys.”

You hug Todoroki as he holds you. Now, happy tears falling from your eyes.

“She’s safe.” An officer over the radio announced. “She’s outside the building with Ground Zero and in the arms of some paramedics.”

You feel your heart collapse from relief. “Thank god.”

“You better take care of the runt! That's my niece you’re holding.”

You cry with a smile followed by a laugh and Shoto puts a hand on your back.

“I didn't know Bakugo liked her so much.” You sniffle back tears.

“He's a softie and I don't think it helps that he has his own on the way.”

“Deku here. The area has been secured and neutralized.”

“Nice job, we'll send the police in to cover the area.” The officer at the scene reported. “Kisa Todoroki is being sent to the Children’s Hospital.”

You couldn't wait to thank them. You and Shoto went to the hospital where Kisa was. You were so close to her, but it also felt like a lifetime away. Walking to her room was the longest walk of your life. Opening the door to the room, Bakugo, Deku, Kirishima, Momo, Iida, Shinsou, Uraraka, and Tsu, were all in the room looking at you two. The moment they saw you guys, they instinctively stepped aside and made a path for you two to get to the bed where she sat with Deku.

“Mommy!”

“Kisa!” You ran up and hugged her. Shoto followed and held both of you.

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Saw this prompt. (If i find it i’ll link it. My bad!)

This is what came off from the prompt. Made for some drama. I think it could be  better expanded, but i’m happy with how it turned out. Hope you enjoyed!

[sailorsei]

Jacob Seed x Fem!Reader/Deputy

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only!

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, blow job, masturbation, rough sex, etc.

Summary: Deputy has to spend the night at the Veterans center because of a storm, but she hates storms :////

Author Notes: this is my first time writing for Jacob, hope it’s good for you guys!! And I also wrote this on my phone and my word app isn’t letting me edit it, so if there’s a typo or grammar mistake I missed, sorry lol ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ also if the read more button don’t work I’m sorry lol

It had been 2 months since you had struck a deal with the Seed family. In exchange for you, they agreed to stop kidnapping and forcing people to join the project as well as needless killing. Your friends with the resistance were upset.

“How are you so sure we can trust them? It’s the Seeds, for fucks sake.” Joey had said, pacing the room. Everyone was pleading that you would call it off.

“I need to do this. If this is the only way we can get them to stop and tone it down, I need to take this chance. And if they’re faking, well, leave that to me.” You had said, leaning against the door frame.

You had made your decision quickly after Joseph had presented it to you. John had called you on your radio to meet at the same compound where you had attempted to take Joseph into custody not too long ago. Peggies lined the walk way as you had walked up to the church. You opened the doors and there stood the Seed family, eyes narrowed with distrust, and yet, curiosity.

You sauntered up to the podium and crossed your arms expectantly. John huffed and looked to Joseph. Jacob never took his eyes off of you. Faith held her arms behind her back and swayed a little bit, lost in thought, or bliss, or both. Joseph cleared his throat.

“I’m sure John told you why I asked you here.” He said.

“Not really, no. Just said to come here to “chat”.” You said with air quotes. Joseph sighed.

“I have been talking with my siblings and we would like to present an offer that would benefit us as well as you and your...friends.” He said. You cocked your head.

“And what would that be?”

“I’m not going to beat around the bush. We ask that you join us here at Edens Gate, and we will cease interfering with the people of Hope County, unless they come to us out of their own volition to be saved. This will ensure no more blood shed, on either side.” Joseph looked to you for your response. You blinked a few times, in shock. What did you possibly have to offer that was worth enough for them to stop their fuckery? And that’s exactly what you asked.

“What do I have to offer you that would make you guys stop all this bull...crap?” You said. Even though this was Edens Gate, you didn’t feel comfortable cussing in a church, and you were sure Joseph appreciated that.

“I have had visions of you, little lamb. Of the not so distant future. You by my families side, helping me lead the lords children to salvation. I know we have not known each other for long, deputy, but I have seen your heart. It is made of pure gold. You have a tender, and caring soul. And I know you will make the right choice when it comes to protecting those in need.”

Joseph stepped down from the raised part of the church to stand in front of you. He closed the distance between you two and rested his hand in the back of your neck and pulled you into one of his weird forehead touch things. You froze at the sudden contact. He smelled of pine trees with a mix of something earthy.

He soon pulled back, keeping his hand on the back of your neck, and looked into your eyes. You looked as if he was searching for the answers to the universe in your eyes.

“I know this is a lot to take in. Please have your answer by sundown.” He released you and began to walked towards the main doors when you turned and grabbed him by the forearm. He turned to look at you, hopeful.

“I don’t agree with you guys kidnapping and forcing people to join you. If you can guarantee that only truly willing people will be taken and put through what it is you guys do to new, uh, followers of the lord, then fine. I’ll stay.”

You released his forearm and waited for his response. Joseph smiled from ear to ear and gave you the tightest hug you had ever gotten. Your face pressed against his chest as you looked to the side to see his siblings smiling, looks of relief had washed over them. You could only imagine what they had prepared for if this had turned sour.

You gathered your things from the little house you had been living in near Fall’s End that night and you heard a knock on the door. You walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Joey. She stormed in, pushing past you.

“Yeah, please, come in, Joey.” You said sarcastically you yourself. She rested both hands on your dining table and huffed. She turned her head to look at you.

“You have a lot of nerve rookie.” You rolled your eyes and went back to packing up the last of your clothes. You didn’t have time for this. You wanted to be settled into your new place before sundown and Joey, in pure Joey style, was going to draw out her goodbye with her attitude.

“Can’t you just say goodbye like a normal person? And again, it’s not like you won’t ever see me again. I’m just going to be on Joseph’s island. I’ll still be around.” You finished packing up your back pack and slung it over your shoulder. You turned to look at Joey. She had tears in her eyes. Your anger subsided and you walked over to her, pulling her into a hug.

“Hey, listen, I promise I’ll come say hi all the time. This is important, Jo. I need to make sure no one innocent lives get taken. On either side.” You pulled back to look up at her. She nodded, wiping her cheeks.

“I know, Rook, I know. It’s just hard. The idea of losing you is driving all of us wild.”

“C’mon, Jo. Me? Dying? Please. You know how stubborn I can be. God himself will have to come down and take me before I let some Peggie get the chance.” You looked at her, smug. This caused her to laugh.

“This is true. I guess we better get you over to your new family. You gonna change your name to Seed too?” She giggles and bumped hips with you as you walked over to her truck. You snorted.

“Yeah. Totally.” You said your name and replaced your last name with Seed. “Hey... it’s not half bad, actually.” You looked at Joey, a matter of fact. She frowned and let out an audible “ugh”.

The car ride was quiet, but mostly because everything was finally starting to hit you. You bounced your leg rapidly and spaced out until you pulled into the compound. Joey had to shake you a little to pull you back to reality. She offered you a weak smile as she watched you get out of the truck.

You waved her off and walked up to the Seeds, waiting by the front of the church. You put your hands on your hips and looked at them.

“Alright. I’m all yours.”

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You were really starting to get sick of his shit, you really were. It wasn’t enough for him to comment every time you missed a mark. He had to come up and stand right behind you and watch you. You could practically feel him breathing down your neck.

You looked him directly in the eyes as you drew your bow back and let go. The arrow, by some grace of god, landed just barely into the center of the target. Jacob held eye contact for a beat more before stepping back.

“Next time, look where you’re shooting.” Was all he said. You stuck your tongue out at him and set down the bow.

You followed him into the veterans center and headed into the kitchen to make yourself something to eat. You had been starving all morning since dick for brains got you up at the crack of dawn and didn’t give you time to eat.

You rummaged around the fridge for some lunch meat, cheese, and condiments. You set them down on the counter grabbed bread from the bread box and went to work. Jacob leaned on the door frame and watched you, you could feel his eyes on you.

“Want one? It’s turkey.” You asked. He grunted in response which you took as yes.

You set the sandwich down on the table and sat down at the other end of the table. You took a bite and looked outside. It was starting to cloud over and the wind was picking up. It was supposed to storm tonight. Jacob watched you as you observed the sudden change in weather.

“Is there something you want to say or are you just gonna kill me with your eyes?” You shot daggers at him. He just stared back. You didn’t know what his problem was. You were here weren’t you? You were upholding your end of the deal. You even indulged him in his training regimen.

You finished your sandwich and threw away your paper plate and walked outside to chill out.

Thunder could be heard in the distance and you rubbed your arms. The hair on your arms started to raise and you looked confused.

“Better get back inside, little lamb. Lightning ain’t too far away.” Jacob didn’t even wait for you to try to move yourself. He took hold on your arm and pulled you back inside. You went to protest when lightning could be heard, hitting somewhere in the woods close by. You jumped and instantly grabbed onto Jacob.

You looked from window to window to see if you could see where the lightning hit when you heard Jacob chuckle. You looked at him and then your hands clutching his shirt. You released his shirt, blushing profusely and looking away.

“Sorry, got startled. I’m going to head home.” You didn’t even get a foot away before Jacob blocked your path.

“No way, little lamb. Better wait out the storm, Joseph would kill me if I let you go out there.” He crosses his arms.

“I’m not going to get struck by lightning numb nuts.” You went to walk around him when he wouldn’t budge out of the doorway. You looked up at him.

“For real? I can’t leave?”

“Nope.”

“Oh my god, fine. Where am I supposed to sleep?”

“There’s a spare room upstairs, follow me.” He finally moved out of the way and motioned for your to follow him.

You ascended the stairs and headed towards the front of the building, you could see Jacobs room at the end of the hallway. For a second you thought he was giving you his room, but then he turned to the right into a small make shift bedroom. It had a twin bed on the ground, a dresser, and a desk. The small window it had showed that it had started to pour down rain. You walked up to the window and frowned. Now you really weren’t going to leave.

Jacob grabbed a few blanket and a pillow from the other room and set them on the desk.

“Thanks but it’s hardly bed time. Gonna tuck me in, daddy?” As soon as you said it, you regretted it. Jacob tensed for a second, looking at you with wide eyes and a amused look.

“Sorry, that was weird...” you said, laughing nervously. Jacob made his departure and shut the door behind him leaving you to your own devices.

Night fall came quick with the storm raging on. Thunder roared above you as rain pelted the window. Jacob had come back not too long after he had brought the blankets to give you an oil lantern in case the power went out, which it did.

You turned on the lantern and laid down on the bed, listening to the rain, your mind lingering. Why did you grab onto him when you got scared? Why did it make you flustered when he looked at you like that? And most importantly, why did you accidentally call him daddy?

Your mind swirled with your feelings about Jacob and your situation. You found him attractive, sure. But it’s not like anything would ever go anywhere. You couldn’t let yourself feel anything for him, or any of the Seeds for that matter. But... that didn’t mean you couldn’t indulge in some pure fantasy to help pass the time. At least that’s what you told yourself... “fantasy”.

You looked at your door to make sure it was shut all the way and you got up to turn off your lantern.

You laid back down and pulled the covers over you and you began to let your mind wander as well as your hands.

You thought about Jacob and his large hands and arms, having his way with you while the other Seeds watched. You thought about Jacob marking you up. You thought about Jacob filling you up. Your hand dipped down into your panties and you massages yourself. You held back soft moans and whimpers as you grew close to climax.

You hoped that no one would hear you but in the back of your mind, you hoped that Jacob would come in and claim you. You let out a groan as you arched your back.

“Mmm... Jacob, oh god...” You came on your hand as you worked yourself through your orgasm. You stilled to catch your breathe when a loud clap of thunder rattled the veterans center. Lighting must have hit nearby as an explosion could be heard.

You shot up in bed, pulled up your pants, and looked out the window to the pitch black night. You began to get a little scared. You felt silly but you decided maybe to check in with Jacob.

You opened your door and peered out. It was so hard to see when there was no light. You slipped out and padded towards Jacobs room.

His door was slightly ajar and you peaked in to see him on his bed. You couldn’t tell if he was awake or not and you didn’t want to wake him. You went to shut the door when your heard Jacob move in his bed and you froze.

“What are you doing, little lamb?” Jacob said quietly. You peaked back in and looked at him. From what you could tell, he was laying on his back, one arm under his head, the other resting on his stomach. He looked like he was only in boxer briefs which made you feel very warm. Good thing it was dark because you were blushing severely.

“I was uh...” you didn’t want to say you were afraid of the dark and storms but it had come to that.

“Are you afraid of the dark?” He said, you could tell he was smiling. This pissed you off.

“So what if I am?!” You strode right up to him and crossed your arms. Jacob looked up at you, studying, what ever he could see, of your face. He huffed a little bit and scooter over on the double sized bed.

“C’mere.” He patted the bed and moved his arm so that you could sit down. You froze. Did you want to do this? Did you want to take this step? There was no going back if anything happened between the two of you.

He picked up on your uncertainty and held out his hand to you. You couldn’t see it, but there was fear in his eyes.

It was the day you agreed to join them that Jacob began his downward spiral into smitten-ness for you. He admired your personal sacrifice you made to protect the people of Hope County. You were a hard worker and tried to better yourself at every turn. It was only natural that he would grow to love you. But he wouldn’t admit that to a soul. He hardly admitted it to himself.

You took his hand reluctantly and sat down onto the bed. Another loud clap of thunder sent you straight into Jacobs arms. You had nuzzled into the crook of his neck when you realized what you were doing. But by this point you didn’t care. You were scared and in the arms of the man you had feelings for.

Jacob wrapped his arm around you and rested his chin on the top of your head. He rubbed the small of your back as a way to calm you down. You let out a defeated chuckle.

“Pathetic, isn’t it? I risk my life everyday for my job and yet I’m terrified of the dark and storm.” You felt so embarrassed. Jacob hummed against your head.

“We all have our quirks.” He replied. You scoffed at his remark.

“What’s yours? And be honest. No bullshit.” You asked. Jacob thought about it for a second before answering.

“Not a big fan of bats.” He said. You scowled as you looked up at him to try to see if he was lying. He looked down at you. Your face softened as you held each other’s gaze. Even in the dark you could see a little blue in his eyes.

Jacob acted before he talked himself out of it. His lips gently met yours. You froze at the sudden contact and he pulled away to gauge your response. You took a second to ground yourself but then you dove back to him for more.

You lips came together and you placed your hand on the back of his neck. You realized this was all you ever wanted. Even though you had only been here a short time, you had grown to really care for all the Seeds, especially Jacob. You had heard what he had gone through from Faith and it made your heart hurt. You wanted to take away all the pain, even if it was just for a little bit.

He placed his hand on your hip and pulled you closer. You urged him to get over you so you two could be more comfortable.

He moved on above you and began to kiss your neck. His lips were wet and soft against you. You let out soft moans as he used his other hand to run up and down your thigh. You grew wetter by the second.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear you earlier, fucking yourself to the thought of me.” He whispered in your ear. Your eyes shot open as he said this.

“W-wait, you heard that?” You asked. Jacob chuckled.

“It’s not like you were particularly quiet, little lamb. I didn’t know you were such a filthy thing.” He ground against you which made you gasp. You could feel his hard on pressing against you. You were too embarrassed to respond.

“Don’t worry though. I’m going to give you what you want.” He said. His hand moved from your hip, and went down the front of your pajama pants, directly to your pussy.

He used one finger to gather some of your wetness and began to massage your clit. You pressed your head back into the pillow and gasped.

“So wet. And all for me.” He inserted one finger and then two, as his palm ground against your clit. You moved your hips in sync with his hand as he kissed you. You held onto his shoulders as he pleasures you. He moved his other arm under you and used his hand to cradle the back of your head, gripping in your hair not too hard, but firmly.

You felt your orgasm starting to bubble up as you continued to ride his hand. Jacob somehow sensed this and pulled his hand away, making you grumble in frustration.

He removed him self from you and kneeled on the ground next to you, pulling your pants from your hips, then pulling your hips to his face. You dove right back in with his mouth, working you with his tongue. You let out a loud groan and grabbed onto his hair. His tongue moved against your clit perfectly.

You came as his tongue worked you through it. You breathed heavily against the sheets as he got back up and looked down at you.

“Don’t be tired yet, little lamb. We’re just getting started.” Before he could move down back to you, you sat up so that you were eye level with his dick. You ran your hand slowly up and down his member. Even through his underwear, your hand felt heavenly. He rolled his hips against your soft touch.

You ran both hands up his thighs and hooked your fingers into his waist band and pulled down, his dick springing out of its confinement. He was long and girthy, precum leaking out of the tip.

You licked your lips as you looked up at him with doe eyes and licked a long stripe up to the head. He caresses you face and then grabbed a hold of your hair. You suckled on the head and then began to take all of him into your mouth. He pushed with his hips into your mouth. You hummed against him as you bobbed your head.

Jacob closed his eyes as he fucked your mouth. You gripped the back of his thighs, taking your nails against him.

After a few more bobs, he pulled you away. You looked up at him and his eyes were filled with lust. You moved on to your back for him. He hovered above you and lightly kissed you.

“Do you really want to? I understand if—“

“Jacob, if you don’t fuck me silly right now, I’m going to go apeshit.” You looked at him expectantly. A devilish smirk found its way onto Jacobs face. He kissed you deeply as he aligned him self with you. He pushed in, not giving you any time to adjust. You opened your mouth to groan when he bit your bottom lip and his tongue found its way into your mouth.

His thrusts were slow at first, relishing in the feeling of how perfect he fit in you. You wrapped your legs around his hips so that he could go deeper. He growled into your neck as your nails raked down his back. The bed creaked under your movements, the metal railing back board hitting the wall. The sounds of the storm seemed so far away now.

“You take me so well, little lamb.” He groaned into your ear. You went to respond when he snapped his hips rough into you, making you cry out in ecstasy. “I love the sounds you make for me, and only me, right, little lamb?” You love how possessive he was being. You nodded your head.

“Say it.” He nibbles on your neck.

“I’m yours, Jacob.” You moaned loudly. “Only yours. Only you.” Saying that sent him into over drive. He pulled out and flipped you onto stomach, sliding back in. You turned your head to the side so you could breathe. Jacob gripped your hips and slammed into you.

You felt your orgasm building up. Jacob reached down and massaged your clit and it was all over. You screamed into the pillow as you clenched around him. Jacob then focused on his own release.

He continued to slam into you as he left a trail of bites on the back of your neck and shoulders. His thrusts became staggered when he groaned into the crook of your neck, you could feel his cum coating your walls. He rested his head between your shoulder blades for a moment to catch his breath. He kissed your back and then slowly pulled out, cum leaking down your thighs and onto the bed.

He laid down next to you, pulling you to him, head on his chest. You listened to his heart beat slowly come to a resting pace. He pulled a sheet over the two of you. You traced patterns on his chest as the storm started to slowly die down. He held you close as if you were going to be torn from him from some unknown force.

“Jacob, I—“

“If you don’t want to do this again, that’s fine.” He said softly. You could tell he was holding his breath for your response. You lifted your head and pressed a kiss to his nose and smiled.

“If you would let me finish,” you said. “I wanted to do that for a while now. And I would like to stay here, with you, if that would be ok?” You rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him. Jacob was quiet for a moment before pulling you into a hug.

“Nothing would make me happier, little lamb.”

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Travelin’ Soldier Part 5

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes. In italic bold in the story is lyrics.

Characters: husband!Jensen x reader, Jared x Reader (twins), Gen, Shepherd, Thomas, Baby Padalecki, and Misha

Words: 2550

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all even with the minor change of lyrics to fit the story. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs in this either.

Warnings: possible swearing, war, mention of death, mention of torture, a lot of angst as usual, and fluff

Author: Caitsy

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A/N:  Once more Ash and I want to thank you for supporting us. Also I was going to write this on Friday night but I was involved in a minor car accident so by the time I got home I was exhausted.

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The box sat in the drawer most of the time awaiting for the time it would come out. It was huge decision that in his opinion was more heavier than asking someone not in her career. He lost count of how long the box was there but he knew it would be empty soon. He loved her, that’s for sure but it’s a huge commitment to ask someone who’s life is always at risk. She would find it if it was in their apartment so he kept it in his trailer in Canada. He held it in his hand playing with the box.

“Hey Jensen! They need you!” Jared exclaimed opening the door to his trailer. Jensen shoved the box back into the back of the drawer as a shocked Jared stood there, “Is that what I think it was?”

“Pfft no.” Jensen waved the question off, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? Well that diamond must be something.” Jared raised one eyebrow. He crossed his arms leaning against the wall beside the open door. The cool breeze came into the trailer.

“Shut up.” Jensen muttered, “I haven’t asked your dad for his blessing.”

“Wow. You do know he’s been nervously waiting for when you’ll propose?” Jared asked, “My parents love you J. I swear they love you more than they love me!”

“Not possible.” Jensen mumbled picking at a loose thread on his character’s plaid shirt.

“I’m serious. You’re the first of my sister’s boyfriends that gained the entire trust of my family.” Jared sighed, “Since she first got news of deployment her boyfriend dumped her fast. They were dating for six months I think and he wouldn’t accept that she was more willingly to get her hands dirty than him.”

“I never knew that.”

“They weren’t serious.” Jared shrugged, “She tended to forget about him anyway. She couldn’t find a time to break up with him.”

“Oh.” Jensen nodded his head, “Should I video call your dad?”

“Yeah. After we kick some ass.” Jared teased leaving the trailer, “It’s going to be a fun episode to shoot!”

Jensen wiped his hands on his pants as he looked at the picture where he was kneeling in front of you. You two had taken a weekend getaway to the mountains so he could propose on the mountain with a physical metaphor. The picture was by their hike leader on the small mountain.

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The wind was crisp on your cheeks as you followed the guide on the small trail, Jensen had his one hand in his pocket while his other held yours. It was cold but it was also warm with the sun out, it hit the snow making it seems like millions of small diamonds were buried there. You were looking around the mountain you had spent the entire morning climbing.

“This is gorgeous!” You breathed taking in the beautiful view.

“Yeah.” Jensen replied as you all came to a stop in front of the view.

The guide smile before stepping aside with Jensen’s camera he had snuck to him. You were confused on why you had stopped before your eyes met nervous green ones. Your eyes grew wide as your boyfriend dropped down to his knee.

“Y/N. I grew up with a dream of having a gorgeous, kind and loving woman I could call my wife. One I could call the mother of all my future children and the one I would spend the rest of my life with. I never gave it much thought on what she would do for a living or how she would look. All I knew is that she would be the most beautiful woman I would ever see. That dream took a backseat as my job grew more important.” Jensen said staring up at you.

“Oh my god.” You whispered shocked.

“I’ll admit when you told you were a soldier I was scared because it that moment I fell for you. It was that moment I knew you would change entire view on life. All the times you were gone I would bug the hell out of your family because they understood how it felt with you gone. Each letter sent and received elevated the love I feel for you. I could go on for years but I have somethings to take precedent over. Firstly my love for you is more profound than this view, more tall than this mountain, and more than strong enough to move this mountain if that’s what you wanted. You believe this view is gorgeous but it pales in comparison to you in the smallest way.”

The box opened to reveal a ring that easily caused tears to flood Y/N because it was the ring she had stumbled upon when they were looking at watches. Jensen had dropped his watch in the tub and it wasn’t able to work again.

“I promise to send you a letter each day you’re away from me. I promise to support you in every way I can and I promise to hold onto our love as tight as you hold onto my heart. Will you please marry me?”

“Oh sweet fuck.” You exhaled, “Yes.”

The click of the camera was loud as it captured the moment where all your love poured out of you.

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You stared utterly betrayed at the person obviously in charge of her capture. The golden kind smile of Charlotte was now twisted and malevolent with no mercy. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail without a hair out of place.

“Surprise!” Charlotte grinned tilting her head to the side, “Isn’t this a wonderful surprise? I’ve been wanting to do this for ages! It was torture waiting until you were desperate for some light in the darkness.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t lie. My father sold me to a bunch of horrible people, I escaped with some help, and started my own little group.” Charlotte said picking her nails with a knife, “You should see that place! It’s a nice red colour but it’s more artistic and abstract with the pattern of splatters.”

“You’re insane!” You hissed raising your arms.

“Says you?” Charlotte chortled, “Who the hell trusts someone? Did you not see the hesitation in their movement at tossing me inside? Are you a soldier? You’re supposed to be preceptive aren’t you?”

“Sorry that halo was to bright to see the horns.” You snapped, “I bet you only have this because daddy didn’t get you the barbie you wanted.”

“More like he didn’t get me the right knife to carve up the bitch that gave me life.”

“Why the hell do you have me?” You screamed.

“I was younger I watched this soap opera.” Charlotte trailed off licking her lips, “There was this one character that was the reason I lived. Jensen Ackles. You stole him and I wanted him!”

You groaned shaking your head because of how insane she was.

“Imagine my surprise when I heard that a female soldier with the last name Ackles was near that town. I knew I had to have you.”

“Wow so original. Are you really blonde or did you follow the stereotypical physical appearance of a psycho bitch!” You exclaimed eyeing a gun in one the men’s hands, “Let me tell you how many other psychos with dark hair have come after me?”

“How many were psycho enough to kidnap a soldier of the US Army?”

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Jensen had never gotten up so fast when the phone rang especially when it was Sgt. Michaels. He dropped to his knees as the grand amount of relief was too intense to stay up standing.

“We’ve found her.”

The entire room was filled with anticipation as tears flooded the man on the phone. Jared knew in his bones that his sister had been found and would be coming home soon enough. The relief was palpable and so profound it was hard to wrap her minds around it.

“I’m risking a lot by calling but the unit is now taking down the compound she was located at. The rest is top secret but I’ll keep you informed with what I can.”

“T-thank you.” Jensen sobbed feeling many arms wrap around him.                                                         〰️〰️〰️

The unit was stealthily moving through the property getting closer to the heart of the property where they knew the missing soldier would be. Using hand signals two soldiers swiftly strategically placed a quiet bullet in their heads. There was strict orders to take all enemies out and leave none alive.

The bodies were discarded in an empty building before they intentionally set off a bomb in the corner where many soldiers waited. Each hiding out in anticipation.

“Go check that out.” A female voice ordered. Three men came out of the building holding large guns and knives in multiple areas of their combat uniform.

Within seconds the men were placed in the same building as the other deceased enemies. The heat signature devise showed a woman of Y/N’s stature was inside leaning to her right as if something was hurting her.

Inside the building you threw your arm at the man next to before swiftly tugging the man in front of you as a knife was thrown. The knife embedded itself in the man’s should before bullets were buried inside the man. Using him as a human shield you acquired his gun before putting a round in the man beside Charlotte.

The click of the empty gun was heard before a swift kick sent a kick to Charlotte’s hand. The cracking of bones were heard as Charlotte winced. Strategically she pulled a gun sending a couple rounds into the already injured soldier.

“Ow! Fuck!” You hissed as the last bullet entered your body. It didn’t stop you from fighting to the death literally.

It didn’t deter you from gripping one of the remaining soldiers in the room by the neck and throwing him. Swiping his knife you were slashing your way to the girl stepping over the bodies laying on the ground.

“Why don’t we talk about this?” Charlotte asked backing away before you kicked out catching a man and yanking his head to the side. His dead body dropped on the ground with a sickening crunch.

“No.” You glared, “I am not talking about shit with you anymore, you’ve help me captive because of SOME STUPID CRUSH ON MY HUSBAND!”

Charlotte glared before steeling herself as you stalked up to the girl. You cracked your neck before the gun was pressed into your stomach. Charlotte smirked as she pushed the gun further into your stomach.

“Love.” She whispered into your ear, “I don’t crush like a pre-teen. I love like a real woman.”

“Yeah?” You questioned before kicking the front of her knee. Charlotte collapsed to one knee before you shoved the knife deep into her shoulder earning a loud scream, “Well that’s lovely to know.”

“I’m going to rip you apart. I’ll make you wish you were never born!”

“No, you have that wrong, I’m going to place every wound you all placed on me and more.” You hissed, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll barely remember anything including me.” 
“Well it’s a damn shame we can’t come to an agreement on who’s going to lose.” Charlotte hissed back before shoving her own knife into your thigh and pushing you back. It was a mess of limbs as the gun was fought over.

The unit was just at the door when the band resonated throughout the area and the gasp went into the air. The rest of the men fell into line when everyone regrouped at the last building. Bodies were discarded in hidden areas as everyone went into position.

The leader kicked the door in calling out.

“Drop your weapons! I repeat drop the weapons and get on the ground.”

There was no one holding a weapon nor was there anyone standing. The occupants of the room were laying still on the ground in a large pool of blood that was growing at the second.

“Shit.”

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The Padalecki and Ackles family were in the government building kept in a room while they waited for more news. Thy noticed Sgt. Michaels accept a call before the soldier went ridged.

“Are you sure? Injuries?” The man didn’t let a hint of emotion on his face as the conversation went deeper, “Dear god.”

Jensen’s heart dropped when the stoic man’s expression broke revealing a deeply disturbed and sick man. The pale parlour of the military man gave way to what was going to be some bad news and Jared’s strength was wavering.

“How long?”

There was a pause before the man solemnly nodded and turned his attention to the other people in the room.

“We have some news.”

“Well?” Jared exclaimed slamming his hands down on the table.

“The unit successfully took down all enemies but there was a fight inside leaning the unit to find three seriously injured people.” Sgt Michaels explained, “One we’ve announced to be the leader is a female along with an enemy soldier and Y/N.”

“Where is she? How is she?” Jensen exclaimed getting into the man’s face, “Where is my wife?”

“Currently in a combat hospital that was closest to the area.” The man stated, “Unfortunately it’s a classified location and you all are not authorized to even know.”

“I want to see my wife.” Jensen hissed.

“You have done enough.” Gen glared leaning closer to the man, “I’m sick and tired of this, if we aren’t authorized to know about the location then why the hell were we told about this entire mission?”

Sgt. Michaels shifted under the gaze of the woman before meeting her gaze holding back the answer. He had already put his papers in for retirement before he could get into more hot water with the army.

“I did this because that woman saved countless lives including mine.” Sgt. Michaels squeezed his eyes closed, “I met my wife when we attended a dance to get the soldiers minds off our duty. I never met someone like her in my life and I chased her for months before she gave in. We were married a year later. We had trouble conceiving and when we finally did she was kidnapped.”

Nobody broke the silence.

“Jennifer had resigned from the army when she found out she was pregnant but the day she was to return, one of the enemies had taken her.” Sgt. Michaels shook, “Jennifer was found a month later with her eyes gouged out and with little untouched skin on her body. Her stomach was opened with her womb removed.”

“Jesus.” Jensen groaned hearing the story.

“When I got back from confirming it was her. I was in my tent drunk and holding my gun in my mouth. I was about to pull the trigger than Y/N wandered into the tent asking on how to retire early.” Sgt. Michaels shook enough more as his body threatened to fall, “She stopped me in her unique way and promised to not tell anyone so I keep my job. I made a deal that when I found her I could retire.”

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Time’s Mirror Episode 4 - A Web Series by Steven Embers

Chapter 4

 So I lied to you. Well, half-lied. That was, in fact, my first encounter with my mystery girl that I mentioned earlier; I did, in fact, fall in love with her and revel in her glorious features, or whatever, but it wasn’t at first sight. I was a zombie, and I knew why I had become a zombie – I was a broken shell of a person and in no way was a likely-just-as-broken-teenage girl going to help me with that. I like to think I was smart enough to know that trying to fall in love was exactly the wrong way to go about solving my problems.

           Anyways, I wanted tell the story that way because it makes for a better memory, and also because I genuinely couldn’t wait to talk about her. In reality, I don’t remember why I stopped in the hallway. I don’t remember being astounded by her appearance and I only remember feeling confused as to the reason why a girl who I didn’t know wanted to kiss me. There was a lot of eye contact, and she did have really beautiful eyes, but the important thing was that I woke up from my moody reflection after that.

           Back to the story.

 I wasn’t planning on calling the girl even though the piece of paper she stuffed into my hand after stealing my lips had ten, neatly drawn digits on it. I figured she was probably crazy and I wasn’t going to get anything more than the tease if I went looking, so I took it as a sign that I was supposed to lighten up and I moved on with the rest of my day.

           Instead of pretending to count the number of tiles on the floor, I responded to a passing “Hello” after my next period class, which, incidentally, I had ended up being twenty minutes late to – I got off with a soft scolding from the teacher because my friends had seen how dead I looked and figured I was probably spilling my guts into a toilet for that missing time.

           Being depressed all day made me a little tired, and by the end of the day I was really just looking forward to a nap on the bus ride home. But as I finished packing books into my locker, I saw her again out of the corner of my eye. Brown hair, green eyes, her mouth moving as she talked to someone next to her; but she was looking right at me. She was talking to multiple someones, actually. Popular someones. I didn’t recall seeing her before that day, but if she was new to school she was adjusting very well.

           As soon as I accepted her gaze, I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her. She was like a cobra, sending out a hypnotic siren’s charm with nothing but her eyes, and even from across the hall it was enough to make my heart skip out of rhythm. I am going to miss my bus, I thought to myself. She lifted her index finger to point at me, flipped her hand around, and then curled her finger into a fist, beckoning me to follow.

           She turned around after that and started walking away. She was wearing a white overcoat that flared at her mid-thigh and twisted fluidly behind her as she walked. She carried an air of nobility around her, something about her perfect posture that screamed ‘runway model.’ The people who had been talking to her looked over at me and then back at her, watching her leave with confused expressions on their faces.

           The entire chain of events felt extremely pretentious, but there was something so primal about the way she executed it that put an image in my head of me getting ravaged in the back of her car. The shroud of mystery surrounding her, alone, was enough to make me follow.

 I followed her out to the parking lot, twenty paces behind her the entire time. I was starting to feel wary, but I didn’t want to be the idiot who prays for adventure, gets hit over the head and beaten sideways with it, and then doesn’t go chasing after it. Then I started a debate in my mind whether following a stranger home was the right thing to do. I began to picture a scenario where she would take me back to her cave for her children to eat, or try to sell me into slavery, or suck me into another dimension where I would have to fight my way through evil wizards to find my way back home, but that made me feel almost just as idiotic.

           I attributed my disregard for simple stranger-danger safety to my mother’s talk of chasing life with a stick of dynamite; I didn’t want to disappoint her.

           My mystery girl stepped into a bright crimson, luxury sedan and waited for me to walk the twenty paces to the driver’s side window. I could make out her face through the tinted glass. She was still just staring at me, but her stare seemed less intense now. She held one hand on the steering wheel and waited patiently for me to do something.

           “Hi,” I said, not really sure what to say, but trying to avoid getting into her car without at least knowing her name.

           She cocked her head, but kept her eyes locked on mine. Then she nodded at the passenger seat to signal for me to get in. I heard the click of the door being unlocked.

           I went around to the other side of the car and opened the passenger side door. The car smelled like her, and I could see the color in her face. She was really pretty .

           “Hi,” I repeated, still not stepping into the car. She rolled her eyes, playfully, trying to assure me that she wasn’t trying to kidnap me, and motioned again with her head to get me to close the door. I got in the car against my better judgment.

           I buckled my seat belt and she turned the ignition, still completely silent.

           “Do you have a name?” I asked, after an uncomfortable moment.

           She raised an eyebrow at me like I was stupid.

           “Okay, yeah.” I nodded to acknowledge my stupidity and tried again. “Do you want to tell me your name?”

           She shook her head silently and backed the car out of the parking space.

           I kept trying. “Do you want to tell me anything?” I asked.

           She shook her head.

           “Are you mute?” I asked.

           She shook her head.

           “You know they say that playing hard to get just makes you come off as a tease, right?”

           She winked at me.

           Conversation was going nowhere fast. We joined the queue of cars that were trying to turn onto the main road. I had the time between our position and the stop sign to roll out of the car and call a friend for a ride if I really started to feel uncomfortable. Until then, I tried to force an expression out of her that I could actually read.

           “Well I guess you would say ‘Who says that?’ and then I would say ‘No one really, I just read it online,’ and you say ‘You believe everything you read online?’ and I say ‘Not everything, just the stuff that comes from .net domain names and reputable sources like they teach us in English class.’ and you say ‘Well did you get that from one of those?’ and I say ‘No.’ and, hey, I’m just trying to have a conversation, you feel free to jump in anytime.”

           She smiled and it was the first time I saw the white of her teeth. I smiled, too, feeling moderately accomplished that I had broken off a bit of the shell of her armor.

           “So,” I continued as we pulled up to the stop sign, “I really like that color—”

           “Oh my god, you’re ruining it.” She finally interrupted. Her voice was deeper than I expected, but it was pure and rich.

           “She speaks,” I said. “But what am I ruining?”

           “You know. Bring a guy home without saying a word. I was on a roll.”

           “Is that a thing?” I asked.

           “I’m about to make it a thing.”

           “So we’re definitely going to your home, right? Not an abandoned warehouse?”

           “I could always live in an abandoned warehouse, you never know.” She smiled again. “Actually, I’m surprised that you even got in the car with me. Isn’t there a thing about strangers and cars?”

           “I—” I stopped midsentence. I was almost about to start flirting with her, but I still wasn’t completely convinced that she wasn’t a lunatic. “I have a thing with adventure.” I finished. “Can’t say no.” And I quickly realized that now I sounded like a lunatic.

           She looked at me curiously for a long moment and I thought we might crash into the car in front of us since she wasn’t focusing on the road, but when she turned back ahead we were still cruising safely.

           “So what is your name?” I asked after a moment of silence. “I’m only asking because I don’t think we should be strangers.”

           “A name does not an acquaintance make,” she said, introspectively, but when she spoke again she sounded more cheerful. “But, tell you what. I’ll tell you my name if you can follow a few rules, okay?”

           I blinked a couple times. “I’m confused. Why can’t you just tell me your name?”

           “I’m in a curious position. It requires me to have a little guile.”

           I thought for a moment. “I don’t know what that word means, but you’re like a spy?”

           “No.” She sounded moderately intrigued.

           “The daughter of a foreign national looking for a hook up?”

           “No.” She shook her head.

           “Okay, you’re going to have to help me out, because—Wait.” I snapped my fingers, “I got it. You’re my wife from the future and you traveled back in time after my tragic and untimely death to spend a few more years with me. Of course technology has advanced so far that you can have the looks of when you were sixteen, but I have to tell you that I’m just not ready for that kind of commitment right now.”

           She was quick to react. “I hear the time-continuum is pretty unforgiving to travelers trying to interfere with the past, so it’s probably not that.”

           “Probably, you say.”

           “Definitely,” she corrected.

           “Okay.” I leaned back, feeling comfortable enough to let down my guard. “Well it would explain the kissing as the first thing you decided to do.”

           She looked at me. “You didn’t like the kissing?”

           “I don’t know. It just felt kind of—dead.”

           “Huh. Well it tends to feel like that when you’re kissing a corpse,” she remarked.

           “Ah, well we know I, at least, can stay in character,” I said, pompously.

           “I’m sorry, what?”

           “Oh come on. You were playing that silent, crazy chick and you knew the mystery was exactly what I wanted. But here you are all chatty, telling me you’re from the future, whereas, I didn’t break my zombie man even while you were forcing yourself on me.”

           “Isn’t that a little iro—Wait. What?” She was almost laughing. “Who are you?”

           “I’m not so sure myself,” I said, plainly. “Seeing as you chose me, why don’t you tell me?”

           “I’m not quite sure who I chose, either, now.”

           “Well, it is a little late, but we could start with introductions.”

           “Fine,” she relented. “But you first. We’ve got to teach you some manners.”

           “Man-ners,” I repeated, emphasizing each syllable deliberately. “I’m sorry, I was raised by wolves so English is not my first language.”

           “Well that does explain a lot.” She smirked, but then went silent, signaling that I should stop playing around and make a decision.

           I wasn’t bound to her. Not yet at least. The car was reaching the intersection where I could tell her to turn right and leave me safely at my house. We were heading out of town where she could beat me over the head with a shovel and drink my blood and no one would be the wiser.

           I wasn’t bound to her. And yet she completely owned me. It was exciting sitting in a car knowing nothing about the person that I was sitting next to, except that she wanted me to go through a checklist before she could tell me her name.

           I was a lamb, offering itself to the lion with two words. “Bailey Prince.”

           She looked at me, putting my name to my face, and then looked back ahead. “Lacey,” she responded. The name rolled off her tongue, sounding like a whisper amidst the whipping howl of wind and the static buzz of tires on the road. It was elegant and sounded almost foreign in the dull winter of Nowhere, Colorado.

           “Lacey Valentine.”

 Lacey Valentine was right. Knowing a person’s name doesn’t change anything about your perception of them. She was right about herself, at least, because she continued to give cryptic answers when I asked her personal questions. She was very good at playing me like the puppet I was.

           “So, where are we going?” asked I.

           “To find adventure,” said she.

           And so on. We were about two miles out of town when I realized where she was taking me. There was a secluded neighborhood right on the outskirts of our little town called Paradise Gardens. I heard the community was commissioned by a misguided business man who had a hook for a hand and owned a pet seal; my dad sometimes called these kinds of rumors “frozen bananas.” I don’t know why.

            It was a rich neighborhood filled with rich people who didn’t want to be seen or heard. The neighborhood had its own police, lawn care service, and even a fancy wall, complete with a gatekeeper to keep out any unwanted guests. ‘Unwanted guests’ included ninety percent of everybody who came knocking. Several, minor celebrities had summer homes in Paradise Gardens and it was a pretty popular sanctuary for people seeking refuge from the eye of the public.

           It was a tradition during prom to try to sneak in through Paradise’s defenses, and go pool hopping or watch the sunrise with your date. But the neighborhood police had recently started working with local law enforcement in order to issue more significant fines for trespassing. This made me wonder what we were doing here, seeing as no one that I knew of lived in Paradise and we were still a couple months away from prom when kids were still willing to foot the bill for a little thrill.

           We pulled onto the road leading to the gate. I could see the tops of buildings peeking over the walls and a giant spire rose up towards the middle of the Gardens, apparently some kind of water tower and lookout perch. The words PARADISE GARDENS were carved into the stone that created an arch above the gated entrance. The car slowed as we pulled up towards the watchman’s box.

           “We’re going to Paradise?” I asked.

           “Don’t worry,” she assured me. “It’s much less appealing on the inside.”

           “I’m more concerned about what we’re doing here.”

           “I live here,” she said. “I told you I was bringing you home.”

           “Who are you?” I marveled aloud.

           “Don’t waste your curiosity,” she cautioned. “You’re going to have a lot more questions in just a bit, I’m sure.”

           Before I could respond we pulled up to the booth and the watchman peered out. For some reason the booth was situated on the passenger’s side. Lacey rolled down my window and a serious-looking man, sitting level with me, stared into my eyes and down my soul. I glanced over at Lacey and she was smiling. She waved over to the watchman who stopped glaring at me.

           “Hey, Jerry,” she greeted him while peering over me.

           “Miss Valentine.” Jerry replied with a slight nod.

“The snow comes tomorrow evening,” He talked to her across me. “Make sure to get your essentials before then.” He pressed a couple buttons in front of him and the gate swiveled open.

           “No smoking in the Observatory,” he warned me. His voice was deep and commanding. I smiled nervously at him.

           “Thanks, Jerry,” Lacey called. She rolled up my window and we pulled in through the gates.

           I had never seen such a change in atmosphere like the one crossing the border into Paradise Gardens. The outside world was a barren wasteland compared to the three-mile radius of the giant, circular compound. Everything seemed brighter, even though there were pale clouds covering the sky. Street lamps shone at short intervals down the road and they illuminated the colors of the new world.

           What impressed me most was that there seemed to be no sign of winter anywhere. The trees were still full with broad leaves and the grass was still green. I assumed the turf was artificial unless they had planted super-grass that could still be green when it was ten degrees below freezing, but I had no idea how the leafy trees were still full. It was like the founders had paid the sun to work overtime on their little plot of heaven. I could almost hear birds chirping a springtime song, it was so painfully perfect.

           We drove about two-hundred feet and then the road branched three ways. The roads on the right and left looped lazily around the inner edge of the circle and led to the main plots of land where the first ring of houses was positioned close to the wall. The road straight ahead ran towards another ring of houses. Both rings centered around the giant spire that I assumed was the Observatory that Jerry mentioned.

           There weren’t actually that many houses in Paradise. The plots of real estate were pretty big so the houses were spread out, giving a fairly private bubble around each home. I guess it discouraged interaction with neighbors. Each house was uniquely constructed, and they were very meticulously designed. I saw one with a veranda with walls of glass and a thatched roof, standing on stilts like it was pretending to be a beach house, and one that looked like a princess castle in every shade of pink, with a community-sized pool area in the backyard.

           We turned right at the first fork and continued past more luxurious homes until we were towards the back of the complex. We came to a house that towered three stories and looked like a castle made of stone. It had two towers that arose from the front corners and stretched ten feet above the roof, each of the towers served as a perch for one of the two giant statues that looked like the disembodied horse’s head and the castle pillar from a chess set.

           Lacey slowed to turn into the driveway that looped in a half-circle around a small mound in front of the house and she parked in the middle of the drive behind a black SUV. Apparently, people didn’t need park in the garage since they didn’t have to worry about their windshields freezing over, because Paradise was suspended in a perfect, alternate dimension.

           Lacey looked at me before she nodded and I heard the door unlock to let me know we had reached our destination. Getting out of the car, I looked up towards the chess castle, and wondered what kind of person would want to live in something so blatantly tacky. It was bigger now that I was up close and I was feeling a bit exhausted already, but I was sure that the fun hadn’t even started. Lacey came around the front of the car and waved for me to follow her up towards the house.

           We walked up to the front door, or rather, a set of wooden double doors that looked unbelievable heavy. The doors towered about ten feet off the porch, and metal knockers, shaped like lion heads, were positioned halfway up the door at about chest height. Lacey took one of the rings that hung out of one of the lion’s mouths and she looked at me.

           “Welcome home,” she said. Then she pushed inwards, forcing the door slowly open.

TO BE CONTINUED!