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Ruby's not like other demons. She saved my life ♡
ID: Digital drawing of Anna and Ruby from Supernatural. They are shown shoulders up, in profile, kissing in front of a stained glass window. It is a window from Anna's family's church, with panels of glass in pink, yellow, and different shades of purple. Anna has a rough halo behind her head and ruby has a row of horns above hers. Anna has one hand cupping Ruby's neck and threaded into her hair. End ID.
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psycho | han jisung (7/20)
7 : the new girl
Pairings: HAN JISUNG x OC | LEE MINHO x 2nd OC
Rating: mature
cross posted on AO3 under the_winter_eden and wattpad under alone-at-last.
Warnings: discussions of murder, torture, rape.
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note: for the last chapters, Cass's notes were supposed to be underlined and italicized and Minho's were just italicized but I guess that's not a thing with Tumblr so I'm adding tags to avoid confusion. Sorry about that.
There’s a commotion that Anna can hear all the way down the hall when Han comes to get her for evening meal. He’s finally got some color back in his cheeks, finally able to stand up a little straighter. It’s been nearly two weeks since Anna first cleaned up his stab wound. Two weeks since Sara stopped appearing at evening meal.
Han didn’t have to tell her the she had been killed that night.
They all knew.
When he comes to get her, surrounded by sounds of chatter, he offers her a shaky smile. It’s been the same routine ever since. Careful smiles, friendly touches, words of reassurance from both of them to each other.
She’s now one of the girls.
One of the girls that he holds and comforts in their worst moments, one of the girls that he looks after like his own sisters.
“Anna,” He greets her, pulling her door open. “How’s your arm?”
It’s still her most recent injury. Cain has left her alone to allow the bones to set a little before he starts in on her again, to exacerbate her wound when it’s safer to do so. As far as she can tell, he does his best not to break them too soon. It’s a strange system of scientific precision mixed with ungodly disregard for humanity.
She crawls out of bed with slow movements. “Hurts like hell.” She manages a weak smile. “But I don’t think it’s getting worse.”
He smiles back, and loops an arm around her waist to help her down the hall. He’s warm and stronger against her, a testimony to the evident healing that he’s somehow managing in the hellscape they’re all trapped in.
“And you?” She nods to his lower torso, and sees his right hand come up to hover over the wound.
“I’m cleaning it regularly, I promise.” Han gives her a little squeeze. “There’s something important, though.” He pulls them back, halting them before they get to the community room where all the conversation is coming from. He gestures with his chin. “There’s a new girl out there.”
Anna’s heart sinks. “What?”
It’s only been a little over a month since she was abducted. She’s still the new girl.
“How can there be a new one already?”
Han’s jaw clenches. “He killed two of his test subjects.” His eyes redden as he shoots her an awkward smile. “He doesn’t want to risk running out.”
“What a terrifying sentiment.” Anna swallows harshly and feels her stomach turn. “Is she okay? Was she hurt badly?”
He shakes his head. “I looked at her a little before I came to get you all. She has a few bruises but she seems alright. When she wakes up, she’ll be scared. Like you were.” His eyes are round and sincere as he watches her. “None of this works without everybody’s support.”
Anna nods slowly. “You’re asking me to reach out to her?”
He leans back a little, pulling them both a bit farther back into the hallway. “Look, when I first started this…everything was so much worse. The girls were surviving this on their own. They didn’t know each other, they never saw each other. They could hear each other, but that only made it worse, you know? They sat in their rooms, terrified, never knowing what was coming next, just to be dragged away and tortured whenever Cain chose.”
She listens, holding her breath. She thinks of Ruby, huddled in her bedroom, listening to the screams around her. Waiting in the dark, never released except to be strapped down to a chair and tortured by a madman.
“When we started this system,” He gestures to the group of girls that they can see huddled around someone in the middle of the room. “They were able to lean on each other. They were all going through the same thing, feeling the same fear, the same pain. And they started learning together. They shared information and figured out his schedule. They figured out his motives, his techniques. The older ones were able to warn the younger ones and give them support for what they would soon have to endure, and it got them through.” Han watches the group of girls with a terrible fondness in his eyes.
She feels her own well up with tears as she realizes how much he has done to help them all survive, at risk to his own safety. He’s brought them together to fight the terrible loneliness and abandonment they must have felt when they were on their own.
“You have to understand, Anna.” He whispers. “Before they got to build this support system together, there was a killing every week. Without each other, without being able to see behind the curtain, they did everything they could to block out the pain and it was literally killing them.”
She can imagine. If she thought she were alone down here, if she were just waiting in the dark in fear of the next torture session, she would probably be just as desperate to detach her mind from her surroundings in any way possible.
“You guys keep each other alive.” He tells her. “If you don’t take each other in, you don’t survive. Okay?”
She knows what he’s telling her.
This new girl needs all of them.
“And you?” Anna wonders. At his confused frown, she hurries on. “You do all of this for us. Does it help you survive, too?”
He chokes out a weak laugh and turns to grasp her by both shoulders. “I am trapped in this hell, watching my little brother die every single day.” A tear slips down his cheek and follows the trail of a thick scar beneath his eye. “Caring for all of you, seeing actual people every day…” His hands tremble as they squeeze her. “I wouldn’t have made it this far without you.”
She barely manages a smile.
“And that.” He adds, peering at her through his bangs. “I never thought I’d see any of you happy after what he does to you. But you all smile at me. And the way they hold me—and you looked after my injury—if you squint your eyes, it almost looks like some type of livable reality.”
Anna’s heart breaks. She’s standing in the hopeful grasp of a boy who’s every inch of skin has been marked and torn, who’s watched an unknown number of young girls die without rescue, and he’s holding on to their smiles.
He’s staring at her, pleading with her to open her arms and let the new girl in so that she has the same chance that the rest of them do. He’s waiting for her to assure him that she’ll do her part and lend some strength. “Anna?”
She gives him a smile, the first real one since she woke up on that filthy floor. “None of this works without you, Hannie.”
A gasp rasps down his throat and a trembling smile beams back at her.
pov : minho
“Her name is Josephine Brown. They call her Jo. She’s sixteen. If I can go talk to her friends and family, I might be able to figure out how and where she was taken from.” Officer Lee stands next to his partner in Captain Bang’s office with the latest report from Cass. “It sounds like she was abducted only last night—her parents probably don’t even know what’s happened yet.”
The captain looks between Minho and Seungmin, expression blank. “That’s not how this works, Lee.”
Seungmin glances to his partner, confused. “I’m sorry, sir, I was under the impression that this is exactly how this works.” You find a lead, you follow it, you learn everything you can. Basic template for casework.
Captain Bang leans forward in his chair and points between the two of them. “No, that’s not how this works. You chuckleheads are supposed to bring me the information you dig up, and I’m supposed to delegate the next steps. Not to you, put your hand down, Officer Kim. To the FBI. I have absolutely zero operational authority on this case, and if I allow you two to do anything beyond what you are already doing, I will be reprimanded. Harshly.”
When Minho’s eyes dare to roll, Captain Bang’s hand slams down loudly on his desk. “If I am reprimanded, that means that the two of you are reassigned—not with each other, by the way—and you will be forbidden—yes, forbidden—from ever contacting the unfortunate Miss Young ever again. So. I say again. That’s not how this works.”
He shuffles the latest round of notes into an envelope. “I will run this up the chain. If you two behave, I will do you the courtesy of updating you on the FBI’s decision. Please do not make me regret my kindness.”
Minho can’t hold his tongue any longer. “Sir—”
Bang holds up a staying hand. “Neither of you are necessary to this operation, Officer Lee. I would be more than happy to recommend that a gussied up federal agent be assigned to slosh around in the sewer and maintain contact with our victim instead of sitting here knowing that two of my patrol officers are not actually patrolling.”
Seungmin takes offense. “Sir—”
“For the love of god, both of you get out of my office.”
Minho: Do you need more painkillers?
Cass: Always. Do you have anything stronger?
Minho: Not at the moment but I’ll see what I can do.
He makes a note to talk to Bang about working out some way to get actual prescription medicine and antibiotics to treat the girl’s wounds. Immediately following the irritated dismissal from the boss’s office doesn’t seem like the best time to make such a difficult request.
“Does she want chocolate?” Seungmin tiptoes through the sewer tunnel behind him, holding three unopened Hershey bars. “Felix just gave these to me, and I hate milk chocolate, so if she wants them—I mean, how worried can she be about cavities at this point?”
Minho scowls at him but immediately begins affixing the chocolate bars to the twine. He lowers them carefully through the hole in the floor, along with a note reading, ‘from my friend Seungmin. You can send the wrappers back up.’
When the twine comes back up, the candy is gone, but there’s a response on the note. ‘This feels like Christmas. Thank Seungmin for me. Does he have five more?’
Seungmin says nothing, merely turns on his heel and bolts back up the ladder.
Minho: Chocolate on its way.
Cass: Thanks, Santa.
Minho: Seungmin’s Santa. I’m just a helper.
Cass: Do you have a red nose?
Minho: Only when I have hay fever.
Cass: What about when you don’t?
Minho: I don’t understand the question.
Cass: What do you look like when you don’t have hay fever?
She’s grasping at distractions from real life, but it’s the first time she’s asked him what he looks like. He knows she has dark brown hair and light brown eyes, and that people say her face looks like Katherine Hepburn. He knows she’s five-foot-three, and that she used to think she was kind of pretty but now she thinks she looks like a skeleton wrapped in skin. On top of everything he’s heard from her directly, he’s seen her missing persons photo.
He knows what she looks like, but she wouldn’t recognize him if he fell through the ceiling on top of her. She doesn’t even know he’s a cop.
Minho: I look like any sleep deprived college student.
Cass: A cute sleep deprived college student?
He can’t help a laugh at that. He hears Seungmin coming down the ladder and quickly scribbles back a response to send down before his partner can see.
Minho: I’d say my cats find me rather strapping.
Cass: I knew you’d be a cat person.
Minho tucks the piece of paper into his pocket and tears off a new one from his notepad just as Seungmin reaches him.
“Five more chocolate bars, as requested.” He produces the candy and helps Minho attach them to the twine, and then borrows the pen and paper and writes his own message for the first time.
Seungmin: Hope you like them. There’s always more. -S
Cass: You’re our hero, Santa.
Seungmin’s face breaks out in a huge smile and he chuckles as he reads the note. He’s already given the pen back, so he says, “Tell her I’ll bring them anything they want.”
Minho understands the feeling. After being prevented from doing anything that can actually help Cain Roberts’ victims, every little thing that they can do feels like the most achievable and desirable goal in the world. He pens the note as requested and sends it down, receiving an answer and a single chocolate wrapper in return.
Cass: The largest army you can find. Barring that, maybe some fruit.
Seungmin doesn’t need any convincing.
Minho: I have black hair, brown eyes, and I’ve been told that my features must have been carved by Leonardo Da Vinci.
Cass: Oh, and he’s humble, too.
Minho: I figure you can only take my word for it, so I might as well be my own wingman.
He doesn’t share these notes with Captain Bang. Some of the messages between himself and Cass are for himself and Cass alone, which is not something he ever saw coming the first time he lowered a piece of twine into that mysterious void.
When she has relatively good days, she’s flirty and inquisitive and desperate for human interaction, and he finds himself following every cue she sends. It’s the least he can do if he can’t free her from Cain’s trap.
As the days and weeks go by and he reads about the horrors she endures, he finds that his heart breaks for her. He no longer sympathizes as a police officer learning of an innocent civilian undergoing cruel hardship, but as someone who wishes to save a friend from suffering.
So when she’s well enough to write up topics of conversation that don’t revolve around captivity, he latches on and keeps it going as long as her time allows.
This time, it’s Captain Bang who calls Minho and Seungmin into his office. His expression is bleak as he beckons for them both to sit and offers them coffee to fight the chill of fall.
They both refuse, so he folds his hands atop his desk and settles in with a hefty sigh. “Alright, look. I don’t want to tell you this any more than either of you want to hear it.” His palm comes to rest on top of a pile of envelopes that Minho recognizes as the ones which hold all of his notes to and from Cass.
“The judge has placed a moratorium on the Cain Roberts case. It’s a cease and desist order.” Bang purses his lips as he anticipates the outrage that will surely come from his two most hotheaded officers.
It never comes.
He looks up, confused.
Minho is gritting his teeth at the floor, veins pulsing in his temples, and Seungmin is leaning back in his chair with a wry laugh on his lips. Neither of them are surprised at the news.
“You don’t even know why.” Bang mutters.
“Does it matter?” Seungmin grumbles. “We haven’t been allowed to do anything so far. All I’m hearing is ‘keep doing nothing’.”
Captain Bang sighs again. “There is more happening here than just a handful of kidnappings and the occasional murder. I don’t mean that the way it sounds. I am not discounting the severity of this situation, I am presenting this to you the way the judge presented it to me.”
Minho is moments away from throwing down his badge and marching out, but he just rolls his shoulders back and narrows his eyes.
“Cain Roberts is part of a larger syndicate that the FBI has been trying to track down and dismantle for a number of years. There isn’t much I’m allowed to tell you, except that it is imperative that he remain free to operate without suspicion so that their investigation can continue. He is a crucial piece of a much larger puzzle, and if we book him for crimes that he commits in his—quite frankly—downtime, we lose the biggest opportunity we have to stop a much larger danger.” Captain Bang sucks his teeth. “I’m sorry, boys. For now, all we can do is what we’re doing.”
Minho leaves without dismissal.
He doffs his uniform in the locker room and heads across town to campus, seeking the wisdom of his professors.
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hello! U was wondering if your request are open and if it is can you make housewarden reaction to the perfect overblotting?? 👀👀
⇢ SUMMARY ₊ ah, how woefully. you have OVERBLOTTED.
In the prayer of a violin yearning, // So sweetly, it’ll sob for a while, And how frightening it is to discern it // In a yet unfamiliar smile.
ʚɞ ˖ INSPIRED BY : 'hands wrought under the dark veil' by anna akhmatova (the poem is translated by andrey kneller)
— CHARACTERS : dorm leaders — TAGS : gn reader, angst, books 1-7 major spoilers, action takes places alongside with malleus overblotting, mentions of crying, mentions of blood, mentions of nausea, emotional instability, yuu can insinuate darkest illusions into the minds, open ending if you will ๋࣭ ⭑ SONG : polnalyubvi – песня последней встречи — ao3
You smile. You run your fingers along the dilapidated window frame, turned to be covered in dust during the time you didn't clean. A protruding sawdust touches your skin, and you disinterestedly watch how a ruby drop rolls over your finger, leaving a crooked line behind.
You feel a sinister haze enveloping your heart, and you chuckle, thanking Sevens – just how funny is that – you have no magic running within your veins. You hear Grim telling you to hurry up, there will be free food after all. You nod, not caring to treat the cut, and try to ignore how blurry your vision is.
Someone’s going to overblot again. You feel it right in your heart when you open the door, Ace and Deuce glancing at you with genuine concern splashing in their eyes. You feel it right in your stomach when an ominous feeling spreads underneath, causing you to bite your lip and brush off your friends’ worries for you. You have no time left for caring about yourself when you predict an upcoming overblot.
Another person to be saved. By your fragile magicless hands.
The party is nice and Lilia is being extremely friendly to you. He smiles bitterly at you, and you can feel his emotions all at once with one simple touch – now, he feels exactly like you.
“We’re worried about Yuu lately,” Deuce says to Lilia when you leave them for a moment to grab something to eat, knowing perfectly well you don’t even want to eat with such nausea abrading your throat.
Lilia nods. He feels how magic left him completely, and yet he’s not the one who foretells other people’s overblots. You are.
Malleus enters with Silver throwing a quick glance at you, as if he can tell you felt this moment coming.
If the Sevens heard your cries, they sent you straight to hell, plunging into a fetid sea of broken promises, a lost future and hopelessness in this abyss of imaginary sympathy.
ー ₊ Hands wrought under the dark veil ๋࣭ ⭑
You feel your mind scattering into myriads fragments, scalding resinous ink darkening your vision. Huh, this time overblot is too realistic to you. Usually you felt weak in your knees, not even thinking twice before throwing yourself at you dearest person overblotted, letting them to hurt you. You’ve saved them once. You can do it one more time, even if it seems way too alarming. "Yuu! Help us here, please! Huh?!"
Haha, how bizarre. Help us... again. It is always you. What an unfamiliar sensation filling up your lungs, you feel like you can’t breathe. You can’t notice Ace and Deuce shaking you by your shoulders; everyone’s attention is fixed on Malleus saying some nonsense you don’t even want to dwell on anymore. You breathe intermittently, gasping for air like a fish out of water. Is… Malleus this strong so now you’re writhing like that, hating the fact with every cell of your body? You don’t want it.
You can’t bear it, not another one. Not him, not like that, not–
“Yuu!”
ー ₊ What is it that makes you so pale and faint? ๋࣭ ⭑
Ah. Right. It’s not Malleus who’s overblotting.
It is most definitely you. There’s no dark phantom behind your back, and the laces of dark ink look as if a lovable veil covering your eyes, the flame of your soul has no color, it is the void itself gathered in your eyes.
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS recognizes your agony. His heart shatters the moment he sees you crying. He feels somehow that it isn’t overwhelming power filling you up but accumulated emotions. Riddle was the first to hurt you, and he realizes this instantly when you approach him. Your eyes are lifeless, but you sob slowly, swallowing a stale air, and Riddle feels how bewildered you are. He doesn’t move – he can’t at all – letting your eyes pierce him, as if thorny vines of roses cut right through him. You don’t want any of this either. You saved him once, and you were genuine in that, you don’t want to hurt him, and yet something boiling in you demands to eliminate everything and everyone. His voice doesn’t sound like his own. “Off with your head,” he almost whispers, his voice’s trembling. He can’t bring himself to hurt you even the slightest. And there’s no use either, you’re indeed magicless even if overblotted. He trembles when you touch him, your hands are deadly cold and not as warm as they used to be back then when you saved him, welcoming him in your tender embrace. He sees himself, entrapped in thorny rose bushes, when everyone screams and he doesn’t have any magic to prevent this. You wonder how does it feel, to have magic flowing in your body but not being able to do anything against you, magicless and overwhelmed with vicious emotions.
ー ₊ I’m afraid that I made him drunk with the ale, of bitter anguish and tortuous pain.
You laugh deliriously, your fingers trail the veins on his skin, and he feels his blood sizzle at that moment.
“Are you feeling any better, the Crimson Tyrant?”
You feel better, trapping him in your cage.
You know LEONA KINGSCHOLAR isn’t scared. He’s also observant, so you notice him watching you carefully. You appear before him instantly, a suffocating cloud of burning ashes reveals your figure, magnificent and statuesque. Riddle’s emotions are under your control now, and you feel your own converting into power slowly filling you up, your grin turning more malicious than it was. You can’t divide reality and your own tempting delirium, leaning closer to Leona’s stoic face. He touches you first, chuckling and ignoring your expression that turned lifeless. He remains prideful even now, he knows your state exactly well, and yet you forever yet to be his tender herbivore who saved him once, and he’s not going to lose to you, falling on his knees so that your demanding yet sullen gaze will be the only thing he would be able to witness.
You still manage to resist the bitterly tempting sensation echoing in your mind to vanquish Leona for a mere second before chuckling and lifting his chin with your fingers, leaving dark ink stains on his warm skin. He blinks and nothing more, both of you knowing he didn’t even wanted to hurt you in the first place, given he never considered you his enemy. He can see your conflicted glance for a mere second before your grip on his chin becomes more intense and almost painful, but he knows he won’t step back, letting you do whatever you want. Your emotions running down with the ink stains on your cold skin, pure concentration of boiled anger, suffocating sadness and sedimented despair on the tips of your fingers strike him all at once when you laugh. He sees himself, entrapped in your nightmare, sharp claws hitting him, and he doesn’t have any powers to dodge.
ー ₊Could I forget it? He stumbled out, wavering,
He’s not going to flinch. Not from you, never ever. He smiles to you bitterly, biting his lower lip ever so slightly and closes his eyes.
“So, the Rebel of the Savanna?” you almost whisper it into his ear and chuckle. Your hands start to tremble but you can’t care less when you have Leona trapped in your nightmare.
AZUL ASHENGROTTO sees an endless sea with stern waves embracing your silhouette when you approach him next right after Leona. He tries to remain stoic like Kingscholar did, and even if Azul performs wonders when talking to potential clients, he can’t resist you. You’re not the opponent he can suppress; his feigned mask of calmness crambles with every step you make, as his heart beats louder in anxiety, serving as an accompaniment to your measured steps. He realizes if he lets you touch him, it’s over. It’s obvious by now that you’re insinuating your own experience into the minds of those who hurt you the most, and he most certainly did just so. He takes one step back unwillingly without even realizing it when he sees bitterness in your eyes changing to an uncontrollable joy as if waves eroding crystal sand. Blood boiling in his vessels, tapping out his rapid heartbeat, and he doesn’t realize how his vision becomes blurry owing to you coming closer. Azul bites his own lip to contain his upcoming tears as he realizes exactly what he has done, but there’s no turning back anymore. He’s no longer ruler of both land and sea, it’s time for him to walk the gangplank and meet the waves. You gently touch his head, right where the anemones were on other students’ heads, and smile frighteningly, feeling his body tense and froze under your touch. You chuckle, seeing his face distorting when he sees how he gets hit by a trident, sharp waves carrying him away from you.
ー ₊His tormented mouth was twisted and grim…
“How does it feel to make a deal with me, The Merchant of the Deep Sea?”
You feel power growing in you with every nightmare you set.
KALIM AL-ASIM tries to understand why you are approaching him. He hears people analyzing your behavior and realizes you’re attacking the ones who have overblotted once, but he himself? He is the first one to rush to you when he saw dark ink spots crawling under your feet, enveloping you in it, but was mercilessly thrown away by the powerful wave of ashes. You turn to him with a sharp gaze right after you let Azul scream in twisting pain, and he is not scared of you, he never would be. And albeit he never did upset you, his heart aches, pain intensifying with every sob you make. Did he… Did he make you feel that way, so you are swallowing your tears and trying to laugh nevertheless, even if he looks at you with genuine worry in the end? He calls you by your name, his own voice trembling and echoing, ricocheting off the stone walls, but you don’t answer. He gently touches your shoulders, ignoring Jamil’s concerned remarks that he definitely shouldn’t do that, but you touch Jamil for a mere moment, making him see the snakes biting him, and smile bitterly to Kalim. “I’m okay,” you say lifelessly, and Kalim feels genuine joy filling him up, but all in vain. You don’t want him to treat you like everyone else, you don’t want him to brush off your overblot so easily either, as if it’s just a mere joke, a carnival lovely mask with gilded cobweb patterns on it to cover your real emotions.
ー ₊I ran down the stairs, not touching the railing,
You cover Kalim’s eyes with your hand painted with ink, and entrust him your worst nightmares, a little ‘sorry’ escaping your lips before he sees a painfully bright sun burning his eyes and pain echoes in his chest when people dear to him treat him as if he’s just the same as others, an empty canvas without any colorful traces which would distinguish him from anybody else.
You know VIL SCHOENHEIT will not fret. And yet Vil’s gaze softens when he sees you materializing before his very eyes. He almost physically feels how the beauty of your mind and gentle feelings withens, leaving shriveled petals dissolving in your heart drowned in a thistly frost. Vil doesn’t need to pull a mask of insensibility he usually wears so often, not before you, not now. He feels he needs to be a little more honest with you at least this one time because he knows you’re not playing the role foreordained for you. You are revealing your true feelings, your heart is bare and cold. Vil touches your lips with his fingers, elegance flows within his veins so naturally that you don’t even resist your curiosity, chuckling at him. He presses your ink-tinted lips and sighs, looking at you unwaveringly, and you narrow your eyes in disgust. At least for once you want to see his adamant persona shatter, waver for a mere moment so you could see a genuine fear in his eyes, but Vil remains still and gives you a sympathetic look. You don’t need it, not from him, ever. You grab his hand touching your lips, leaning closer and chuckle.
ー ₊At the end of the walkway, I caught up to him.
“Remain absolutely beautiful till the very end, The Beautiful Oppressor.”
Vil nods silently, trying to endure poison spreading under his feet and crawling up to his neck, a disgusting boiling smell surrounding him when you throw a poisoned apple at him within a nightmare, grinning. Who’s the fairest one of all now?
Somehow you feel like crying when a cloud of smoldering ashes appears before IDIA SHROUD, revealing your silhouette. “You’re very dear to me,” you whisper through tattered sobs, and Idia jolts at your words. W-what… are you saying… This is not right, you shouldn’t cry right before him, he’s not the one who deserves your sympathy. He hurt you, and he also made your friends suffer. He knows your state so painfully well that it hurts him — he also wonders if his own unhinged veil is torn away when he realizes your feelings make his heart ache and lament, his everything begging for your forgiveness. You smile at him, and he almost screams when your hand lands on top of his cold cheek, ink on your fingers leaving viscous traces on his skin. He’s ready to fulfill his duty and accept his faith you would confide in him. He isn’t ready for you to cast whatever you make others feel and see, but you just bite your lower lip, staring at him. He knows you can control your insanity level, he could do that too, he also overblotted almost willingly, and yet you’re here, cupping his cheek and fighting your own emotions as if he’s any different from the others. His breath stifles painfully, and he averts his gaze. “I am very sorry,” he knows the slightest second you voice your feelings out loud you also lose control, and he accepts the nightmare you have prepared for him.
ー ₊I yelled after him: “I was kidding and only. If you leave me today, I will die.”
Idia sees flames surrounding him, gently embracing his limbs. Fire crackling sound resembles a lovely lullaby, and Idia frowns, not sure if you’re just presenting his current life to him. But at the moment he sees you crying hysterically when he almost falls into the Underworld, he feels something collapse right in his heart.
“I need you to realize, The Guard of the Underworld.”
MALLEUS DRACONIA comes to you first. His ink drops floating near his face intertwine with your smoldering ashes when he leans to you, his chrysolite eyes are staring right into yours. He’s so close you almost feel the glassy flame on your right eye intermingling with his, adamantly vivid and almost burning you. He takes your hand in his, another one sliding onto your waist, leading you into a slow elegant waltz. You chuckle bitterly. He is the very reason you overblotted, he was the last one to crush your sanity, make it fall into a dark vortex. And he also is the dearest, the one who you want to save the most. You call him by his name to which Malleus lours, his massive tail wrapping you intensely. He realizes you’re not pleased with his world perception. Ah, dear child of man, why would you yearn for something else when he’s here to bestow an eternal paradise to you? His deep voice reaches your ear, breaking your heart and sinking right into your soul.
“Now, child of man. Why are you hesitating? Show me the worst nightmare you can perform.”
You avert your gaze, despite your grip on his shoulders being firm and steady. Somehow you can’t bring yourself to do anything, letting him continue leading the waltz you’re being trapped in.
He hums an unknown song, as if lulling you to sleep, and you stop, looking straight at him and meeting his gentle smile, addressed so lovely and softly to you only.
“As you wish, Malleus.”
ー ₊He turned back and smiled, so unbearably calmly, “Don’t stand in the wind,” he replied.
You feel your mind melting hearing his tender somnolent voice when he kisses your palm, thanking you for a marvelous dance when an almost soundless laugh escapes your lips.
Malleus sees Ramshackle garden in a cold nightfall, your silhouette, so dear to him, near his favorite flowers planted on a flower bed by your lovely hands. He approaches you, your name sounding so blissfully amorously, and yet you do not turn to him.
“You’re here,” you whisper. “And I am being trapped in your paradise, The Ruler of the Abyss.”
And now it’s YOUR turn to wonder, who will be the one who saves you.
© yushiiae 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.
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My Husband is the God of Pestilence - chapter 14
This big battle between Kallamar and Carcharias has begun! And Lilybell receives a visit from Trenaty...
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Kallamar's temple was a sea of chaos as Saleos's guards and Shamura's soldiers attempted to get the followers in the dungeon. Many of them were afraid of the soldiers and refused to go with them unless a guard assured them they were trustworthy. The bodies of Carcharias's men were hastily thrown in a closet and the blood badly mopped up beforehand, and seeing the bloodstains on the dungeon floor did not alleviate the followers fears.
The first place Lilybell ran to was the women's quarters. A part of her still hoped to see Trenaty at her bed, but it was empty. The women there were being escorted out by the soldiers, all except for Anna and her mother, Merryn. They were sitting on Anna's bed, the girl leaning against her mother while a soldier tried to convince them to go with him.
"We have to go in our own time," Merryn said quietly, rubbing her daughter's back. "Our Anna doesn't understand what we're saying and she needs to go at her own pace."
"The army will be here at any moment," said the man. "It's best you hurry."
Lilybell came over and tapped him on the shoulder, his armor making a tinking noise. "Sir, I can help these ladies so you can move on."
He nodded appropriately and went away. Merryn smiled at Lilybell greatfully. "Thank you. Anna is getting tense with everything going on. She may not understand our speech but she can tell the others are scared." She tilted her head at the lamb with concern. "Are you alright, sweetie?"
"Kallamar left to fight Carcharias," said Lilybell pensively.
"The soldier said so," said Merryn with a reassuring expression. "We must have faith in Lord Kallamar. He is strong, and Lord Shamura is with him. I'm not afraid."
"No?"
Merryn smiled gently. "Things will work out, no matter what happens tonight. Taking care of my girl has taught me to be present, and not be scared of the future." She turned to Anna and kissed her forehead. "Come on, now. We have to go."
Anna didn't look ready, her face a blank slate. She didn't always show emotions like other people did. But she could be manipulated, just like anyone. "Anna, you can play with my hair while we walk to the dungeon, okay?" Lilybell said, turning and throwing her hair back for Anna to see. If there was one thing the girl liked, it was playing with Lilybell's hair. She took the bait, and they made it to the main hall with no issue. "Wow, you're a natural!" Lilybell said as they walked. "I'll tell you what, you can be my hairdresser from now on, how's that?"
The two entered the main hall, Merryn mouthing the words, "thank you" to Lilybell as she waved goodbye. Then she made her way over to Saleos, who was watching soldiers bar the main entrance.
"Did you find everyone?" He asked.
Shs shrugged. "The soldiers are doing more than me, honestly."
"Okay. You better get in there, Lord Kallamar will never forgive me if I let anything happen to you."
Just before she entered the hall, a thought crossed her mind. Her ruby was still in her bedroom. If the temple really was attacked and something happened to it...
"Saleos, I have to run to my bedroom. It's important. I won't be long, I promise!"
Before he could reply she had taken off again, not wanting to waste time. The corridors were empty now, the soldiers concentrating on the main entrance. She hated how quiet it was. When she reached her room she threw open the door, fully expecting it to be empty. To her surprise, Trenaty was standing beside her bed, a few dresses folded over her arms, ready to be put away in a shabby old backpack sitting on the bedsheets.
For a second, Lilybell was speechless. "Trenaty!" She gasped.
The starfish was frowning, and she shoved the dresses in the backpack carelessly. "I'm glad you're here. Pack your things. We're leaving."
*
One time, when Kallamar was young, he asked his mother how powerful Carcharias was. She told him stories about how he alone had leveled mountains and parted seas, struck down entire armies singlehandedly, and made other gods tremble at the mere thought of him.
What would she think now if she knew her own son was facing against him?
Well, technically, Shamura was doing most of the fighting at the moment. Kallamar was barely trying to survive, only blocking attacks and trying to evade the shark. Each parry against his sword felt like being hit with a huge boulder. His sword felt like a child's toy compared to the massive trident.
Shamura kept their distance from Carcharias so as not to be struck, before lunging at him after blows to slice at him with their sharp, bladed hands, and then retreating again. Their aim was to wear down his armor, for a God's hand could wear down any metal eventually. The armor bore deep cuts. Just a few more hits...
Kallamar held out his hand, attempting to use his crown's powers on the shark. For a moment, Carcharias appeared effected, but he shrugged it off like an old coat. Sometimes God's powers did not work on other divine beings. Still it was worth a try.
The spider attempted another attack, but was caught off guard when Carcharias removed a hand from his trident and backhanded Shamura across the face. They stumbled, and the shark took the opportunity to smack them with his tail, before bringing up the trident and bashing it into their head. Shamura had no choice but to retreat, sending out a string of silk behind them, which stuck to the far wall, allowing them to zip away.
Carcharias turned his sights on Kallamar. He had barely moved since the fight started, rooted in place, petrified with fear. Seeing Carcharias coming his way, he dropped the sword in panic, racing to the doors, the way to salvation.
"LET ME OUT!" He screamed, banging his fists against the doors. "PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!" What he would have given to be back in Lilybell's arms again! Even in the midst of a huge battle, he felt he could take it if only she were there.
"This is the best you could do, Shamura?" Carcharias smirked, picking up Kallamar's sword, still moving towards him. "You are more pathetic than I imagined!"
Kallamar turned just in time to see the sword coming down on him. The blow that was meant for his head instead swiped down his left eyelids, leaving a long, intense cut. He screamed again, afraid he'd been blinded, leaping away from the shark and tumbling on the floor. Carcharias came upon him again as he tried to crawl to safety, just barely missing severing a tentacle.
"Had I known how amusing this would be, I would have done this sooner," Carcharias growled, baring his sharp fangs. "Shall I boil you, or fry you?"
He was cut off by a sudden explosion on his back. Shamura had thrown a bomb down on him from the ceiling. Carcharias howled in pain as his armor was heated by the blast, hurriedly unclasping it and throwing it away. Shamura saw their chance and dropped from the ceiling on top of him, sinking their fangs into the thick skin of his neck. Kallamar's sword fell to the ground with a heavy clang, and Kallamar quickly snatched it up, taking a swing at the shark's unprotected chest.
Carcharias raised the trident high above his head, and a buzzing feeling flowed through the water before a bolt of lightning blasted out from it, hitting Kallamar in the center of his chest. Kallamar was sent flying, weakened by the shock.
"Kallamar!" Shamura exclaimed, releasing their fangs from Carcharias. The shark dropped the trident momentarily (the ultramarine crown slithering back up his arm to his head) and grabbed hold of them, throwing them over his shoulder towards their brother.
"Fried it is," Carcharias panted, holding his chest where Kallamar had cut him.
*
"I don't understand," Lilybell said, approaching Trenaty. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere far away, where no one can ever find us." Trenaty closed up the backpack before kneeling on the floor and taking out her chalk. "I can only take us as far as the shoreline. From there we have to walk. The otters told me of a safehouse for women seeking shelter at the far end of Darkwood. We can plan what to do next when we get there."
"But I don't want to go," Lilybell said as Trenaty started sketching out a magic circle.
"We don't have a choice. Carcharias is going to kill Kallamar, and in the meantime, everyone here will be picked off."
Lilybell's heart sank at hearing this. "So it's true," she mumbled dejectedly, "you are working for Carcharias."
Trenaty only spared her a quick look up before returning to the circle. "Make sure you don't leave anything important behind."
"But I'm not going. I want to stay here with Kallamar. And anyway, Lord Shamura brought their soldiers to help fight Carcharias's army, so it's going to be okay!"
The starfish looked surprised at that. "Good. It will give us more time to get away."
Lilybell knelt down in front of Trenaty. "You're not listening to me. I don't want to go, and I don't think you want to either. I can talk to Kallamar and I can tell him that you're sorry and you want to come back. You like Kallamar, don't you?"
"No. I don't care about anyone. And Kallamar won't take me back, not if he has any sense. He will have me killed before anything else."
"What? Kallamar isn't like that-"
"All gods are like that, Lilybell." Trenaty stood up, the circle finished, and pocketed her chalk. "They are all selfish creatures who hurt others and destroy families for their own gain."
"You... you don't mean that, you're just scared. Kallamar wouldn't-"
Suddenly, Trenaty lunged forward with an intense look on her face, grabbing Lilybell's shoulders and shaking her fiercely. "Wake up, Lilybell!" She hollered, "don't you understand that you're in serious danger?! I'm trying to save you! Do you know what Carcharias will do if he gets ahold of you if you aren't killed here? He will torture you and hurt you for being so close to Kallamar! Maybe even worse than that!"
"Trenaty, you're scaring me!!" Lilybell cried.
"You should be scared! I won't let Carcharias have you! I won't let him kill my family again!"
Lilybell shook her head, tears forming in her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "I can't! I can't leave Kallamar behind! I don't wanna go!"
Trenaty was still for a moment, her eyes wild with desperation. Then her grip on Lilybell's shoulders relaxed, and Lilybell moved away quickly.
"I won't let him kill you."
She reached into her cloak, pulling out a sharp dagger.
"T-Trenaty?" Lilybell murmured, backing up against the bed.
"I won't let him torture you. Just hold still. It will be over quickly."
The door burst open just then, and Saleos entered looking panicked. "Miss Lily-!"
Saleos saw Lilybell, who looked terrified, and Trenaty the traitor with the dagger.
He didn't hesitate. He pulled up the crossbow he was carrying, took quick aim, and pulled the trigger. The bolt lodged into the side of Trenaty's head, and she fell to the side with a heavy thud.
"TRENATY!!!" Lilybell screamed, rushing to the starfish's side. Trenaty's eyes looked at her, seeming to hear her voice, but she didn't move. "Trenaty, no!!! Trenaty!!!"
Saleos hastily came to Lilybell's side, but instead of comforting her or helping Trenaty, he grabbed Lilybell and threw her over his shoulder. "I'm sorry, miss! We have to go!"
"NOOO!!" Lilybell fought against him, kicking and punching him with all her might, but all it did was slow him down slightly. "Put me down! Trenaty! TRENATY!!!"
Saleos carried her, still screaming, into the corridor and towards the main hall. Shouting and the sound of metal clashing could be heard outside, and something big and heavy was banging against the temple doors. Shamura's soldiers were at the ready, prepared for the coming onslaught. Just as Saleos and Lilybell entered the main hall, the temple doors burst open and Carcharias's soldiers descended.
Saleos carried her to the main stage and tried to get her into the dungeon, but she fought against him, trying to run towards the doors.
"You killed her!" She screamed over and over. "You killed her!"
It took three guards to finally get her down the stairs, male followers having to lean against the railing for them to get by. By the time they got to the bottom, Lilybell had given up trying to fight, and was a sobbing mess, completely inconsolable.
Merryn and Anna came to her side as the guards went back upstairs, ready to defend the main hall if it were impregnated. Merryn wrapped her arms around Lilybell and held her close, letting her cry.
Lilybell's only remaining hope was that Kallamar returned soon, and this would all be over.
*
Shamura shot out webbing at Carcharias's face to distract him as they stood back up and charged, knocking the shark down on his back. They wrapped their legs and arms around him, holding him still and pinning his arms to his sides, before stabbing him with their stinger, filling him with venom. Carcharias shouted in pain, writhing against the spider.
Kallamar slowly got up on his hands and knees, his head swimming. His arms were shaking, barely able to hold himself up. He wanted to go home. They weren't going to win this. Maybe if he renounced his godhood and left the ocean, Carcharias would allow him to live. That was the only option left, wasn't it?
Shamura jumped away from Carcharias as the venom took its course. In moments, Carcharias's muscles would contract and he would be unable to move. Now was their chance.
"This is your end, Carcharias," Shamura said, taking out the rest of their bombs, about a dozen or so. They drew their scythe-like hands over the wicks and lit them all with magic. "Make peace with all that you have done."
They threw the bombs towards the ceiling and turned to run, not waiting to see them detonate, grabbing Kallamar on the way. With a few slices at the door, they were able to kick it open just as the bombs exploded. The carved ceiling began to cave in, huge stones raining down around Carcharias as he struggled to follow Shamura and Kallamar to the doors. He made it to the doorframe before being pummeled by the ceiling, everything but one arm and his head being buried. Kallamar shouted in alarm as Carcharias dug his nails into the floor, attempting to pull himself out.
"This isn't over!" Carcharias exclaimed, "I'll kill you! I will never stop! Not until you're dead!"
Kallamar had had enough. Enough of the fighting, enough of the harassment, enough of being here. He held up his sword and plunged it into Carcharias's skull. He stabbed over and over again until the shark stopped moving. He didn't notice the ultramarine crown slithering away. Shamura took care of it, stabbing it with their hand. It wriggled for a few moments before stopping and melting away into a black puddle.
As Kallamar stabbed Carcharias, and life slowly drained away from him, a single tear slipped from his eye. It solidified as it fell to the floor, godhood memorialized, and landed rightside up, glistening with power. Shamura picked it up and hid it within their cloak, returning to their normal form as Kallamar finally fell away, exhausted and overwhelmed, leaving the sword in Carcharias's skull.
"Help me pull him out," Shamura ordered.
Kallamar was too tired to ask questions. Once Carcharias's upper body was uncovered, Shamura took up the sword and carved out his heart. It still beat slightly in his hands, life not entirely gone yet.
"Come, brother," Shamura said gently. "Our job is done. We must return to your temple."
They arrived at the top of the hill just before the coral reef, to see the temple surrounded by Shamura and Carcharias's soldiers. Dead bodies were strewn here and there, weapons scattered. Neither side appeared to be winning or losing.
"FOLLOWERS OF CARCHARIAS!" Shamura called out to the soldiers, who one by one turned to them in confusion. They held the heart up high for all to see, blood dripping down their arm. "BEHOLD THE HEART OF YOUR GOD, AND KNOW HE IS NO MORE!"
A few soldiers attempted to run away, while some remained to continue fighting, refusing to believe their god was dead. Anyone who stayed was immediately turned on by multiple of Shamura's soldiers, who made quick work of them. Within moments, soldiers were escaping the temple, and Kallamar was horrified to see the doors had been smashed in by a battering ram.
"Go, brother," Shamura said. "We shall make mincemeat of these fools. Your worshippers need you."
Kallamar didn't need to be told twice. He teleported to the main hall, soldiers and guards relieved to see him.
"Lord Kallamar," Saleos began to say before Kallamar interrupted him.
"Where is she?" Kallamar asked, and no one needed clarification as to who he was asking for.
Saleos pointed to the dungeon trapdoor, and Kallamar flew to it, ripping it off its hinges. "Lilybell!" He called out to her as followers filed out. "Lilybell, darling! I'm here!"
"He's here!" Merryn whispered as Lilybell jerked away from her at the sound of his voice, sprinting towards the staircase.
"Kallamar!" She cried, racing up the stairs with tears in her eyes. She fell once, and then again, but she did not slow down, desperate to see him. When their eyes finally met, relief flooded through them and they reached for each other. It was all over. And there was nowhere they would rather be than with each other.
Lilybell threw herself into Kallamar's hands and he lifted her up to his face, tears forming in his eyes. They cried together, Lilybell hugging his face while he nuzzled her, big round tears getting in her wool but she didn't care. Nothing else mattered right now except that they were together.
"I'm so sorry," he sobbed, "I'm so sorry I couldn't be here for you. I couldn't protect you."
"Kallamar...!" Was all Lilybell could say.
Followers watched the two lovers, not daring to step outside the main hall just yet. Saleos attempted to form Kallamar in on what had happened, but Merryn put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head, stopping him. The sounds of combat outside the hall slowly faded, and was replaced with Kallamar and Lilybell's sobs.
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Executives Love
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Warnings — grief, miscarriage, minors dni
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Noa aka Valerie to the wrestling world, had just finished her makeup when there was a knock at the bathroom door in the womens locker room.
“Coming” she smiled to herself in the mirror as her voice rang out. Anna waited by the door, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Noa opened the door and was greeted with a nervously smiling Anna.
“Okay what’s that look for?” Noa asks Anna as they walk down the hall to gorilla. Anna had heard rumors about her friends beloved boyfriend Jeff. Ones that were eating away at her.
“I’ve been hearing things and I don’t know somethings not right…” Anna says biting her lip. Noa looks at her with question.
“I heard Jeff has been hooking up with Dori…at least that’s whats being said.” Anna says. Noa immediately starts shaking her head.
“No not my Jeff. Dori wouldn’t do that to us. Jeff wouldn’t let her…” Noa trails off, a small amount of doubt settling in her stomach.
“It’s just rumors I’ve been hearing…” Anna whispers. Noa and Anna stop at the gorilla, Nicholas looking up to see Noa with Anna. Nicholas nudges Matthew and Matthew shoots his younger brother a look. Nicholas nods towards Noas direction. Matthews stomach fell. Matthew was told not even five minutes prior by Dori that she wasn’t going to be wrestling for quite some time, no injury, but pregnancy. Matthew immediately knew who the father was as Jeff never stayed far from Dori the last few months. Even when Noa had lost their baby.
“She’s gonna kill us if we know and she doesn’t, specially if she finds out this way.” Matthew says.
“We can’t just tell her Matthew” Nicholas tries to reason. Doris music started to play and not shortly after she began a small speech. Noa had yet to see Jeff but saw him wizzing past her when Dori called ‘Angelo’ to the ring. Noa furrowed her eyebrows and walked over to the screens where Matthew and Nicholas and TK were sitting. She watched the scene unfold. Listening intently she watched the emotions of both Dori and Jeff’s faces. That’s when she dropped a bombshell.
“So I won’t be wrestling for quite sometime…” ‘Ruby’ says into the mic.
“Are you okay” ‘Angelo’ quick to react, it causing Noa to furrow her brows more.
“Angelo I’m pregnant” ‘Ruby’ says. Noa felt her heart rate pick up. She looked over at TK and the EVP’s.
“Who approved this for a storyline, we just lost a kid, how could cre-“ Noa starts to rant. Nicholas quickly shuts her down.
“This wasn’t us or creative…unfortunately…” Nicholas coughs then clears his throat.
“Unfortunately what Nicholas?” Noa says with attitude. Nicholas clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath. He’s been friends with Noa for years and yet her attitude still would make him tweak faster than anyone else giving him attitude.
“She is pregnant…” Matthew says quietly.
“I’m sorry what?!” Noa says with frustration and hurt.
“So it’s true then?” Jeff’s voice came from the curtain. Noa looked up and at Dori and Jeff walking in.
“Yea” she smiles up at him. He smiles down at her with love and adoration. Something he did with Noa. Noa stood completely frozen in place. Her emotions snapped. How could he do this to her. Why would he do this after Noa had just lost their baby. How could he lie and say he was there for her, how could he just let Noa suffer with postpartum because he didn’t listen. How could he do any of it? Dori happened to look up at the silence and saw Noa standing next to the sitting EVPs and President. Her eyes were cast on Jeff, hurt running around in her green eyes, unshed tears building up. Jeff looked up and was met with a distraught Noa. Jeff’s face dropped and his heart went to his stomach.
“Noa…” Jeff all but whispered. Dori had thought that Jeff had broken up with her by now, she felt a little remorse for her. Noa quickly wiped her eyes and took a small breath.
“We’re done.” She simply said. Noa then looked back at the two EVPs and shook her head, she then turned on her heel and walked to the curtain. She had a match to perform, no mater how much her world just crashed and burned.
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Noa, or ‘Valerie’, was exhausted. Her and Willow, although being pretty close out of the ring, was a hell of a fighter inside the ring. Willow could see it in Noas eyes, she was broken hearted and a worlds away mentally, still trying to execute her moves with precision, but her head just wasn’t in it, causing her to almost botch a few moves. Meanwhile in the back, Chris Jericho had come back from showering after his match and walked to production to help carry out the rest of the show. When he arrived he saw the panicked faces of Matthew, Nicholas and TK. Just as he looked at the screen, he saw Noa nearly botched another move. He watched her more closely and saw the dead look in her eyes. She seemed turned off mentally. Chris turned to look at the 3 men again.
“Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is up with Noa? She had this shit perfect at practice today, what the hell happened!” Chris spoke. Anna, who happened to come from the locker room, heard the tension in Jerichos voice. She’d been with JAS long enough. She sped walked and saw Chris frustratedly tug his hair into a ponytail. Anna slowly made her way closer to Chris and the production table.
“You know what’s up with her Jay?” Chris asks looking down at Anna. Anna bit her lip. TK tried to say something but couldn’t speak.
“I swear to god someone better fucking tell me!” Chris says. Without realizing it, Noa had already won the match and walked through the curtain.
“Jeff cheated on me and got Dori pregnant.” Noa says emotionlessly. Chris spun around and looked at Noa. Her eyes were drained of her color and she looked exhausted.
“Excuse me?” Chris asks flabbergasted.
“You heard me Chris.” Noa says looking around at the small crowd that was looking at her.
“Go about your business people. I’ll go about mine” Noa says addressing everyone. Everyone quickly looked away and went back to their jobs.
“I’m gonna go shower and head back to the hotel. Youll be ready for the hotel Anna?” Noa says starting to walk off.
“Yea” Anna says going to catch up with her.
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When the girls got back to the hotel, it was very quiet. Noa didn’t really want to talk about what happened. She wanted it put out of her mind. She loved Jeff, she loved their baby…she missed their baby. Postpartum hadn’t been kind to Noa. She was numb for a long time, not having much emotion. Just as she was medically cleared to wrestle again, did she start feeling more like herself. She knew she’d being Jeff as he continued to just do his job. He spent maybe a week with Noa when she had the miscarriage but after telling TK about her depression, he gave her some more time. Now after being cleared this shit happens.
‘I’ll never catch a break’ bounced around in Noas mind.
Anna ordered them some food and tried to act like it would be just a regular night after an evening in the ring. It seemed to help a little but Noa still wouldnt really talk. Sure, here and there a few phrases, mostly manners, but nothing else.
EVP1- I found about 5 minutes before you came to gorilla that Dori was really pregnant. I’d never try to hide that from you.
Noa- like you hid the rumors about them.
EVP1- do you know how much shit me and Nicholas and TK deal with, there’s many rumors milling around, im sorry I didn’t babysit your bf while you were gone.
Noa- oh fuck off Matt.
EVP1- Noa.
Noa- no fuck off Matt. This whole EVP thing has gone straight to your damn head outside of kayfabe. The Matt I know doesn’t hide shit from me. He tells me every little thing.
Noa turned off her notifications and plugged in her phone. Anna watched as Noa had emotions running through her body language. That’s when Anna got a message from Matt talking about what just happened. Anna silently sighed. Noa didn’t need stress. She didn’t need any of this. Oh how Anna wished this was just some storyline or fucked up dream for Noa.
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Oops...I Fell Into Your Lap - Ricky Starks smut
Warning: smut 18+ only, thigh riding, orgasm denial?
I wasn't necessarily a party girl, but I loved to show off my moves on the dance floor. I would happily be DD for my fellow wrestlers on nights out as long as they made sure no one touched my drink. Most of the time, I was going out with Skye, Ruby, and Willow to the club, while the Lads would come together as well as Daniel Garcia and Ricky Starks.
I wasn't particularly close with any of the boys, but Ricky always caught my eye. Although it made me jealous, watching the way his hips would grind on girls at the club would get me all hot and bothered. One time, he caught me staring and winked at me before continuing his conquest of the latest lucky lady.
Tonight, I had a rough match against Anna and I was not up to be DD, so I gave that job to Skye. "Whatever you do, just make sure I don't make any stupid decisions, okay?"
She rolled her eyes and nodded before mumbling to herself. "What classifies as stupid?"
I glared back at her, and she took that as a sign to walk away. I went to the bar and got myself a drink, which I took care of rather quickly. I hopped off the bar stool and found my way to the dance floor where Willow was having a blast like always. I joined her as we laughed and danced ourselves in circles.
I heard a chuckle from behind me as Willow and I got the crowd going on the Wobble dance. I turned my head to see Daniel and Ricky dancing right behind us and smirked as we turned and we were side by side. Ricky acted like he knew what he was doing, but I laughed and corrected him. By the time we turned again, he decided to jump way back, almost grinding his ass against me. I threw my head back, laughing as I tried to push him away.
The rest of the song was filled with goofy dancing and the occasional grind from both of us. By the end of the song, Willow and Daniel had left us, and Ricky placed his hand on my back to guide me back over to the bar. He called over the bartender and ordered himself another drink before turning to me. "Whatever the lady gets is on me."
I smile and order another drink before looking up at Ricky and, for the first time, getting to see his face up close. He smiled down at me, and I blushed as he wrapped his forearm around my waist protectively. "I had no idea you had moves like that sweet thang."
I tilted my head a little confused, "I'm always on the dance floor. What are you even talking about?"
He smirked and pulled my hips back into his before leaning down and whispering into my ear. "Your hips do not lie sugar. I've never seen the freaky side of you before."
The bartender handed us our drinks, and we walked away to an empty booth. I sit down and stir my drink slowly as I slowly look up at Ricky. "Well, I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. The Wooble is a freaky dance."
Ricky bites his bottom lip as he looks me up and down. "I bet Stroke Daddy could bring out the real freaky side of you."
I involuntarily blush, thinking about the ways the man in front of me could pleasure me. "Maybe he will someday."
Ricky smirks and nods as his finger traces the rim of his glass. After a few moments of awkward silence, we talk for a bit about the show, and he asks me how I'm feeling after my match. "Sore, but nothing I can't handle. How about you? Jay and Juice seem relentless."
He shrugs and sips from his glass. "Those idiots are tough, but I am feeling much better now that I've got a gorgeous little lady by my side."
I smirk as I let my fingertips slide up and down his arm. "Well, I'm flattered to be just what you need right now."
Ricky's foot finds mine under the table, and he starts playing footsie with me until my foot starts sliding up his leg farther and farther. "I've been watching you lately, and you have really started to come out of your shell more. Maybe I can be exactly what you need as well."
I finish the rest of my drink as does Ricky, and then we go back into the crowd to find our friends to say goodbye for the night. Once we get to Skye, she crosses her arms and nods to the side for me to follow her. I groan and excuse myself momentarily. "What Skye?"
She throws her hands in the air. "What happened to no stupid decisions tonight?"
I roll my eyes before responding, "Listen, I know how Ricky can be, but I need a good lay to let my stress out on."
Skye examines my body language and sighs, deciding it wasn't worth fighting with me anymore. "Fine, just use protection."
I smirk as I walk back over to Ricky and wave goodbye to everyone. We got an Uber back to our hotel for the night, and we tried to behave in the car on the way there. Our hands had other plans, though, as our hands slid up and down each other's thighs, slowly getting closer each time.
Luckily, the ride was short enough for us not to get too carried away, and we quickly walked to the elevator. Ricky pushed the button for his floor and the doors shut with just the two of us inside. His fingers intertwined with mine as we stepped out of the elevator, and he guided me to his room.
He opened the door, and I walked in first and decided to sit down on the bed. Ricky smirked as he walked closer, and I leaned back on my elbows. "So this Stroke Daddy fellow, is he in town?"
Ricky groaned lightly before picking me up and laying me down in the middle of the bed. He laid on top of me as he licked his lips and stared down at me like I was his prey. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, he is just warming up. Until he's ready, how about we explore each other?"
I bite my lip before reaching up to pull his face down to mine and let our lips join in a passionate kiss. I let my hands caress his face and neck as his hands slide up and down my sides teasingly. His lips start to trail down my neck as his knee nudges between my legs. My hips instinctively lift up to search for friction, and Ricky quickly notices. "Someone's seems a little impatient."
I groan and bring my hands to his chest. "No it's just...it's..."
Ricky stops all movements as he sits back on his heels. "It's what Y/N. Tell me what you want."
My eyes keep darting down to his thigh between my legs, and Ricky smirks as he lays back down on top of me and whispers against my lips. "If you have a thigh riding kink, just tell me. I just want to please you, sweetheart."
I nod my head as I am speechless, thinking of how he could possibly read me that easily. Ricky smirks and kisses me again, biting my lip as he pulls away.
"Well, baby girl, how do you want it? Clothes or no clothes?"
My eyes roll back in my head as I think about how it would feel to ride his bare thigh. I quickly roll us over and throw off my shirt as my confidence spikes. "Nothing in between."
He smiles and unclips my bra as I work on unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers help my bra fall to the floor before he sits up, and his lips latch onto one of my nipples. He lightly sucks and twirls his tongue around it until it hardens, and then he switches sides. I quickly slide his shirt off his shoulders before standing up off the bed and turning around as I pull my leggings and thong down my legs.
Ricky groans as he watches me sway my hips side to side slightly. He quickly pushes his pants and boxers down his thighs, and I help him get them off his feet. He sits up and pulls me closer, but I grab his wrists and guide him over to the couch. I gently push his chest, encouraging him to sit down, and his licks his lips, watching me boss him around.
"Damn, baby. It's so hot when you boss me around."
I bite my lip as my hands go to his shoulders, and I straddle his right thigh. I slowly lower my hips as Ricky's hands slide up and down my sides before resting on my hips. "Good, now flex those muscles and play with my tits."
Ricky quickly obliges and contracts his thigh muscles over and over as I start to grind onto his thigh. He leaves kisses from my neck down to my chest before leaving hickeys all over my tits. I thrust my hips back and forth, coating his thigh with my wetness and focusing on my clit.
Out of nowhere, Ricky starts bouncing his leg, and the vibrations add to my pleasure. "Oh fuck yes. I'm gonna cum."
Just as I reached the top, Ricky grabbed my hips and quickly shifted me over to slide onto his dick. My clit wasn't getting attention, so my orgasm faded briefly before Ricky found my g spot. My head rolled back as his grip on my hips tightened, and he thrusted up into me harder and faster.
I held onto his shoulders as I tried to bounce on his dick myself, but he wasn't having any of it. His nails started to dig into my hips as he groaned into my ear. "Don't you fucking dare. You are going to cum how and when I want you to cum."
I smiled to myself before coming face to face with him. "Nice to meet you, Stroke Daddy."
Ricky grunted before standing up and dropping the two of us onto the bed. He brought my legs up onto his left shoulder and crossed my ankles before leaning forward and continuing his menacing thrusts. My pussy was so tight around him, I could barely process the pleasure I was feeling in this new position.
My legs being crossed brought slight friction back to my clit as Ricky slammed into my g spot over and over again. "Please, Stroke Daddy, I don't think I can last much longer."
His eyes darkened as he looked into mine and licked his lips. "Let go, baby."
My hands flew around, trying to grab anything like pillows, sheets, etc. Eventually, they landed on my tits as I squeezed them and moaned, feeling my orgasm building. Ricky turned up the speed, and that quickly sent me over the edge, letting out guttural moans of his name as my pussy tried to milk his cock for his cum.
He pulled out of my pussy and kept my legs crossed so he could fuck my thighs. A few thrusts later, as I was coming out of my orgasmic bliss, I saw his cum fall onto my stomach and him biting his lip to keep quiet.
When he was done, he found a washcloth to clean me up and came back over to lay down next to me. "You know, Stroke Daddy definitely knows what he's doing, but he could be a bit more vocal if you ask me."
Ricky chuckles lightly and pulls me in to cuddle into his side. "You might see a more vocal side if you stay for a round 2."
Tags: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @hooks-martin @thesupreme316 @plentyofwritings @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @lghockey
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~See You Back at My Place~
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Matt Jackson x female!reader
Word Count: 788
Warnings: Cringey pick up lines
Type: Fluff
Summary: After coming back from a shoulder injury, the reader is a surprise entrance for a fatal four way in the main event.
A/N: You may think these pickup lines can’t be that bad, but whoo you are in for a doozey with these.
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Nine months and six days had passed since your last fight in AEW, and to say you were nervous for your return was an understatement. You’d been cleared for roughly two weeks, but you hadn’t made your on-screen debut since you and Tony Khan needed to plan how you’d return to the ring. You suggested the idea of using your rematch clause at the AEW women’s championship, and Tony added to your idea that you could earn it in a main event fatal four-way match for the next contender. Both of you agreed that this would be the best way because gave you the chance to test your ability in the ring before it being a championship match, and it allowed for the element of surprise for the fans.
“You know, Y/n, you’re so hot that even my zipper is falling for you.” Matt Jackson beamed as you shot him another glare. Ever since he got back from his match with Nick and Kenny he’d been telling you dirty pickup lines.
“Matt, that was so cringey.” You turned to face him fully, taking in the way his baby blue’s were staring directly at your face.
At that, he shrugged before waving his fingers in a twist motion. Following his “order”, you turned back around and continued to walk towards guerrilla. Ruby Soho and Thunder Rosa were already in the ring, and Anna Jay was walking out of the curtain as you reached your spot to wait in.
“This might seem corny,” Matt started behind you before taking a step so you were right against his broad chest. “But you’re making me horny.”
He could hear the audible groan from you as you shook your head at the terrible line. You didn’t know why the oldest Jackson was telling you these, but some of them made you laugh.
“Oh god Matt that was awful.” You sighed before turning around to face the man behind you. Before you could say anything, he leaned his head down and placed a passionate kiss onto your lips. You were about to ask him why he did that, but you were called to get behind the curtain.
“I hate to see you go, but damn I love to watch you leave!” He called out to you.
Before properly walking out, you flipped him your middle finger, then adjusted the strap to your top. When your music hit, you could hear the fans screaming in joy, even though you were one of the heel’s when you left. Nobody was sure how you’d be when you came back, and tonight you were going to show them just who you were.
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1… 2… 3
You’d pinned Anna to get the victory, and a shot at the title. The fans erupted into a fit of cheers, and you could see that Matt, Nick, and Kenny were standing at the top of the rope. They were standing there applauding, and you could see Matt with a smile on his face. With the confidence of a successful return, you leaned in between the ropes and requested a mic from the announce team. When Justin handed you the equipment, you smiled and nodded at him, a way to say thank you.
“Britt Baker, you and I have unfinished business. See, I was on the shelf for nine months because I got hurt during our title match, and that gave you the opportunity to win my belt. But I’m back now, and I’m coming for what’s mine. I have a rematch clause, and it got me in this match, and I’ll be using it to take back what doesn’t belong to you.” You called through the mic as you looked into the camera.
Dropping the mic in the ring, you stepped out of the ropes and onto the apron. Once you were out of the ropes, Matt began walking down the ramp to you, so you sat down, waiting for him. When he reached you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
“So, Matt, do I have to sign for your package?” you questioned with a cheesy grin. The two of you could hear the fans going crazy with cheers, being as you just kissed the man who was the first to welcome you into The Elite.
“How about you just tell me what time you’ll be coming back to my hotel room?” He smiled back at you.
“Hmm, how about now?” You state, pulling him in for another kiss. He kissed you back, and you gasped when he lifted you off the apron with ease.
This time, you didn’t mind the cheesy pick-up lines, because they made your night that much better.
#matt jackson#matt jackson x reader#matt jackson fluff#matt jackson imagine#aew imagine#aew fluff#~my story :) ~
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some of my favorite fics! ^_^ less of a fic recs list and moreso a bookmarks post for me! check warnings/tags in each link!!
Mostly Sam &/or Ruby-centric:
★ Body and Blood
- t!fem Sam-centric, Sam/Ruby, 1.515 wc
desc: It’s kind of like this — Ruby is the only altar before which Sam’s ever quaked.
★ A Lesson in Damnation
- Ruby&Castiel, 1.246 wc
desc: He finds the demon bleeding her guts out in the back alley of a Baptist church. A fallen angel and a martyred demon meet under a deluge at the beginning end of days. Apotheosis is a thing of the past.
★ apocrypha.
- Sam/Ruby, 1.419 wc
desc: He doesn’t remember anymore exactly what he said to her, exactly what he thought. He just remembers this: the line of her neck and her collarbone where it disappears under her shirt, the laughter in her smile. The itchy motel sheets and the silk of her skin against his lips. Heaven hasn’t forgotten that she smelled like soap and diner food, like sulfur, like cut roses. “Doesn’t matter,” she says. “You always find your way back, don’t you?”
★ Above Us Only Sky (The Golden Age Remix)
- Anna-centric, 1.997 wc
desc: Set between 4.10 and 4.16. Anna falls back out of the wardrobe.
Denial
- Sam/Ruby, 993 wc
desc: Sam wondered in a terrifying rush what would happen if he grabbed her wrist and held too tightly for her to get free, if he threw her arm onto the bed like so much raw meat and dug the blade into her muscle. What would she do if he reached untapped veins under her flesh? Would she scream? Would she gush instead of trickle, and would that twinge of need and panic within him unwind? In a merciful reality, would the indulgence cure the need once and for all? Maybe.
True Names
- Ruby-centric, Sam/Ruby, 13.810 wc, 4/6 ch
desc: While Sam and Ruby hunt a network of demons, Ruby hunts for the Sam she needs. Set between the flashbacks in "I Know What You Did Last Summer" and Dean's resurrection in "Lazarus Rising."
Righteous and Able
- Sam&Dean-centric, 4.973 wc, untagged: suicide attempt
desc: Themes, recollections, and a broken string of incidents running between innocence and evil. The Trickster goes a step too far at Mystery Spot. Dean dies a few too many times. Three months or thirty years later, he gets back and wishes he'd never saved Sam at all.
Like a Crown on a Thorn
- Ruby-centric, Sam/Ruby, 1.231 wc
desc: He does not kiss her goodbye. That never used to bother her before. (See: the rising, squirming terror of a demon realizing she's falling in love.)
Tenderest Slice, Still Pink
- Anna-centric, 776 wc
desc: She stands too long in a motel parking lot and leaves a pool of iridescence that passersby mistake for engine oil (it makes grass sprout from the mud caked between the tires it engorges the worms that live beneath the asphalt it seeps into the groundwater, and the flowers by the highway grow as tall as men that year.)
O Ye of Crimson Faith
- Anna-centric, 1.190 wc
desc: It gets worse.
Sapphic fics:
★ meatmates
- Anna/Ruby, 1.009 wc
desc: Sapphires for her earshells, opals for her belly, pearls for the bends of her wrists.
★ Coda
- Anna/Jo, 12.086 wc
desc: Instead of dying in 5x13, Anna time travels again, this time back to 2007. She lands in Ohio, into the path of one Joanna Beth Harvelle.
Shades of Red
- Anna/Ruby, 1.552 wc
desc: Snapshots of Anna and Ruby's life on the run.
At Day's End
- Anna/Jo, 3.283 wc
desc: It's 2014 and the end is nigh. Jo rides off to fight their losing battles; Anna waits and watches.
We Might Be Pretending
- Anna/Ruby, 684 wc
desc: // When they sleep in beds, in motels or empty houses, Anna finds her way over to Ruby in the night, buries her face in Ruby’s neck, and falls asleep to the slow, slow beat of Ruby’s heart. They’re not in love. But maybe they pretend to be. //
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Bandook Meri Layla
Chapter 5
Layla tapped her foot on the wooden leg of the chair.
Tak, tak, tak.
It alternated the sound of hands in the clock set upon her piano. Her velvety gloves were dusty, so was her smooth, warm ruby skirt.
Tak, tak tak.
Richard gulped at the sense of eerie silence in the bright blue room. He felt as if she was going to kill him right now. There were a lot of options for her to kill him right now. Stab him with the heels. Strangle by the gloves. Throw the inappropriately large clock on his head. But these were- what she called cheap methods to kill him. She wasn’t a tired wife. The only way to kill him through her ways was to shoot the just reloaded pistol in her hand.
Layla sighed. “He isn’t some super soldier with supernatural powers. Just a guy with trauma. Can we stop obsessing over him already? Just find and kill him”
Richard rubbed his temples. “Layla, I know, but he is smart. Ram broke through our security in the hotel, he saved you, and escaped from this place. Escaped through the 200 people armed. It’s not gonna be easy to just find and kill him”
Layla rocked on her chair, her head titled backwards. "Find me the list of everyone who attended that exhibition."
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The sun was bright and Ram was sweating when he reached the city. Laila's place was far from the city, but not avoidable. He wondered if it would be better to go to his own place or escape somewhere else. Ram has started to understand what Layla thinks. If she really wanted to harm him, his house would have burnt down by now. Ram decided to play a game with Layla, and took the risk. He entered his own home.
Babai sat there, in his chair, his head in his hands. "Babai?" Ram croaked out. The old man's head snapped up, relieved to hear his voice. "Raju!" He exclaimed, rushing to him. "Where have you been?" He asked frantically. Ram sat on his bed, taking a deep breath. "Layla kidnapped me" he muttered. "What?" Babai were confused. "For two days?" He interrogated further. Ram turned to Babai. "Two?" He asked, looking at the calendar. "You've been gone for two days now. I didn't want to make a police report, worrying it might hinder your investigation" babai said.
Ram nodded his head. Layla was easy to be caught in now, as he knew where she was and what her business was. But to think of Layla to be so easy going was not on his list. Besides, she could turn up on his door to finish him and everyone he knew in a moment. Ram breathed, sitting back on his bed. His shoulders hurt, his back aching. Ram needed to take a bath. He sighed, picking his diary, when his stomach grumbled. He got up.
Akhtar knocked on Ram's door when Ram was fast asleep. Even he doesn't remember when he passed out. There was a cooked pan of rice in his kitchen, untouched. Ram forgot to eat. Akhtar slowly opened the door, to find an unconscious Ram on the table. Akhtar's heart was filled with butterflies and joy. His Anna was back. "Bhaiya?" Akhtar cautiously tip-toed in the room, but Ram jolted up from sleep, looking around. "Akhtar" he mumbled, rubbing his dreamy eyes. "How have you been? Babai told me you're back." Akhtar asked, kneeling close to Ram. Ram nodded in return, getting up from his chair. Akhtar stood up too.
"I'm gonna wash my face, can you serve two plates of rice for us?" Akhtar's face lit up. He nodded with a smile and rushed to set two plates up. About ten minutes later, Ram and Akhtar sat down to eat. Akhtar mentioned his curiosity and concern when Ram went missing. Ram nodded, hoping to reply but couldn't. He didn't understand what to do. "Jenny informed me- somehow, that she is meeting a friend tonight. She wants us to come" Akhtar said, stuffing his face. Ram followed, hungry.
"How many friends?"
"one"
"woman?"
"I think"
Ram smirked. Jenny was calling Ram and Akhtar on a double date. They were soon done eating, with Akhtar finishing the left over rice too. Ram surfed through his diary meanwhile. It was stressful how much he wanted to capture Layla back then, but despite that, Ram helped Akhtar get ready for the date.
It was about an hour later, when the sun has started peeking its vibrant orange when Ram hopped off Akhtar's bike. It was a high end, English café in the heart of Delhi. The outsides were decorated in white, green and pink, with young saplings planted by the door. Lanterns were already lit, a hue of brown and golden casting over the walls. Ram could see the big, doe eyes of Akhtar looking for Jenny. He smiled, wondering who Jenny's friend could be. When he stepped on the flight of stairs of the cafe, the same feeling of exhibition filled him in. He felt a presence- someone who shouldn't be there. Ram looked around as both the men made their way in, when Jenny appeared in his view. He smiled, exhaling, only to see a very familiar face sitting near the window.
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#ghungru#ram charan#rrr#rrr movie#desi tag#fanfic#ram x reader#ram x wife!reader#rambheem#rrr tarak charan#bml#bandook meri layla
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Fierce & Feisty Friday
Rules: Post a snippet from one of your fics (can be published or WIP) featuring a fierce and/or feisty character this Friday or next, then tag some people so they can share, too! (Feel free to use the banner if you want!)
Tagging: @thecassadilla @true--north @bad-at-names-and-faces @annaofthenorthernlights and anyone else that wants to play!
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This week's fierce and feisty comes from my fic, "Boom! Clap!" (Frozen - Kristoff/Anna) for the upcoming Frozen Smut Week: Ruby..
“Boom, boom, boom, clap!” Anna sang, stomping her foot and clapping her hands with the words.
Kristoff backed his stool up to the door and leaned back.
“I can handle the door,” Sven said.
“Yeah, I think I’m gonna get a glass of water,” Kristoff said.
Sven looked back at the stage, and said teasingly, “Yeah, you’re thirsty, aren’t you?”
Ignoring him, Kristoff slinked in the shadows at the back of the bar and leaned against the wall. His leg was killing him after sitting on the stool for so long, but the unobstructed view was worth it.
“You're the magic in my veins / This must be love,” she sang.
Kristoff rolled his eyes. Magic. Love. Such a naïve way of thinking about it. It had to be much more than that. He’d seen people risk their lives–die–for people they loved. And there wasn’t anything magical about it.
“Boom, clap! The sound of your heart. The beat goes on and on and on and on and on again.”
At least that was a sentiment he could get behind.
“Boom, clap!” Anna sang and tossed her hair in time with the beat.
She clapped her hands again, each time startling Kristoff a little more. “Boom, clap! You make me feel good. / Come on to me, come on to me.”
Kristoff licked his lips when Anna ran her fingers through her hair. Then he scanned the room, always keeping her in his periphery. And all his attention focused back on her when she clapped her hands again with “Boom, clap!”
He folded his arms and put his hand to his chin. One of the nice things about not being in the army anymore was not having to shave every day. But Anna probably preferred clean-shaven men.
By the time she got to “You’ve got me burning up with all of your love,” she had figured out how transfixed Kristoff was, and she seemed to sing—and dance—just for him. He needed confirmation, but he didn’t dare turn his head.
He learned two things as his eyes swept the room: (1) Her eyes were smoldering, angry at him and no one else; and (2) There was a man at the bar who couldn’t take his eyes off of her either, but she paid him absolutely no attention.
She didn’t even know that her eyes should cut holes in his soul instead of Kristoff’s, but Kristoff wouldn’t have her move them for anything, which is why he gave her 95% of his attention while he kept an eye out for the man who was leering at her.
Everyone clapped when she was done, and her admirer made a huge show of it, but Kristoff kept his arms folded.
He sat at the end of the bar while her biggest fan fawned all over her in the middle. It was only karaoke, but he acted like she was some sort of pop star.
He watched Anna out of the corner of his eye while he drank his water. It still felt like a luxury to him, more so than the whiskey being poured into Anna’s glass. He chuckled when he noticed all the red liquid being poured on top of it, though. It was one of the few times Kristoff had smiled, albeit a small one, since getting back.
He looked away when she pulled the cherry stem from between her teeth. He knew she saw him, but he nearly choked on his water when she slammed her bag onto the bar next to him.
“What?” she asked in an irritated tone.
He swallowed audibly and lied like he’d been trained to, “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Her fan followed right after, rudely grabbing her hips from behind and kissing her cheek.
She squeaked, then giggled. “Not now!” she said in a soft teasing voice to the man, along with a gentle pat on his cheek. Clearly, Kristoff had misread the situation, and that bothered him even almost as much as the chill that had all his arm hairs standing up.
He slugged back the last of his water and slammed the glass on the table. He walked away without a word, but he could feel her eyes burning into his back, even while she laughed with the other man.
He didn’t look back until he got to his stool, and even though the guy’s tongue was halfway down her throat, she was looking right at Kristoff.
He rolled his eyes and went back to doing his job. He didn’t need that kind of drama.
To be published at AO3 on March 26th for Frozen Smut Week: Ruby.
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psycho | han jisung (9/20)
9 : punished
Pairings: HAN JISUNG x OC | LEE MINHO x 2nd OC
Rating: mature
cross posted on AO3 under the_winter_eden and wattpad under alone-at-last.
Warnings: discussions of murder, torture, rape. Comment a request to be tagged!
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pov : anna
She sits in the dingy community room, peeling off chunks of her bread with dirty fingernails, and wears a sad smile as she watches Han kneel down to wrap Jo in a gentle hug. The newest member of their terrible little family cries into his embrace, unable to hold him in return without setting fire to the brand new burns on the backs of both hands.
Anna feels a pang of sympathy at the agony on the younger girl’s face, and she shares a saddened glance with Ruby. “Do you think she’s okay?”
The oldest girl sips at her broth. Her face scrunches and she puts the bowl back down on her tray with a look of distaste. After a second, she looks back at Jo. “She’s strong.” There’s a proud smile on her face. “And angry. That’s a good thing. The longer the anger lasts, the longer we do. I was one of the angry ones. So was Kim,” She nods over to the second oldest girl, who’s kneeling nearby and helping Jackie wrap up the two fingers on each hand that are now sans fingernails.
Hearing them, Kim looks over her shoulder and narrows her eyes. “We’re still angry.”
Ruby shrugs. “Better angry than dead.”
Anna isn’t sure she agrees, and when Ruby shoots a guilty glance at the thick bandages around the other girl’s wrists, she knows she only just realized the impact of her words. Ruby reaches over and lays a hand on Anna’s knee. “Sorry, Annie, I didn’t think.”
Shaking her head, Anna just sops up more broth with a piece of bread.
It’s just the six of them now, plus Han.
Ruby, Kim, Cass, Jackie, Jo, and Anna.
The room feels empty without the four they’ve lost.
Han maneuvers Jo so she can settle back against the wall she’s sitting by, and helps her put her tray in her lap so she can eat comfortably without reaching for anything. He places a comforting hand on the top of her head and then straightens.
When he turns, he catches Anna’s eye, and gives a little smile.
She smiles back.
“Here, let’s see.” Kim is done with Jackie now, and comes over to Anna and Ruby. Without waiting for permission, she pulls Anna’s nightgown aside and peeks under the bandages at the still raw gashes across her abdomen. “You don’t look too inflamed. You should have seen mine.” She shows her stomach, and the scars are bulbous against her bruised skin. “They almost got infected. Hannie had to clean them so often.”
He’s behind her, then, kneeling next to Ruby. With an upward glance at Kim, he frowns at the scars. “You needed antibiotics. I thought they were never going to heal.”
Kim touches his shoulder and sits, finally getting to her own dinner. “None of us would heal at all if you didn’t work so hard to keep us alive.”
He blushes a little, ducking his head to shrug off her gaze. “You seem happy today.”
Kim shrugs. “I’m incredibly well adjusted.”
Ruby rolls her eyes. “You’re losing your mind, that’s what’s adjusting.” She chews slowly on a scrap of bread and helps Anna put her bandages back the way they were.
Next to the oldest, Han nudges her knee. “Is the broth not good? Is it cold?” He realizes it’s not that when he notices the steam still curling through the air above Ruby’s bowl.
She frowns down at it and scrunches her face again. “It’s just a little off. I’m good with just the bread though, sorry Hannie.”
He looks surprised, and shakes his head abruptly. “No, I’m sorry. It’s probably a day too old. I’ll make new tomorrow, don’t worry. I’m sorry, Ruby.” He looks so ashamed of himself for serving potentially expired beef broth that the three girls around him have to silently tell each other not to laugh at him.
Ruby ruffles his hair playfully. “Old soup is not even close to the worst thing that happens in this garbage resort. Don’t apologize, Hannie.”
He accepts her answer with a frown and then nods towards her leg where a large portion of her left thigh is freshly bandaged. “How’s your leg?”
She can’t hide the wince as he brings her attention back to the incomplete set of horizontal cuts that are now gashed along the outside of her thigh. “Just as painful as the rest of it.”
It’s a horrible mutilation, the obsession that Cain has. Slowly, over the course of their months and years in captivity, his girls are becoming morbid works of art at the edge of his knife. Matching cuts in matching patterns create deliberate scars over their bodies until they all look like some kind of terrible body modification project.
Han’s eyes skate past the two oldest girls and finally land on Anna. “Are you alright?”
Since you tried to kill yourself? He doesn’t say it out loud, but he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t have to tell the others that the matching bandages on her wrists that none of them have ever had are from shards of glass driven by her own hand. They all know.
They all heard.
Anna takes a second to sip at her broth, feeling the warmth of it seep into her body. She can’t meet his eyes, knowing that as soon as she does she’ll feel everything she felt that night all over again.
Ruby and Kim both look down at their dinners, feeling the hesitation rolling off of the younger girl in palpable waves.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Anna says, which sounds ridiculous as soon as she says it because who’s good, really, in a place like this? She feels like Jo, sitting over there with Jackie and Cass, bawling her eyes out.
Nobody’s ‘good.’
But Han just nods and gives her another tiny smile. He gets to his feet and adjusts his poorly fitting clothes. “I’ll leave you guys for about an hour, and then I’ll be back.” He pauses by Anna, and opens his hand to her.
Confused, she blinks at him, and finds him waiting expectantly. She puts her hand in his.
He gives it a squeeze. She feels her pulse jump between them.
In the next second, he’s released her hand and is tiptoeing back across the room, headed for the door. In his wake, both Ruby and Kim stare at her. The longer they stare, the hotter her face feels. She avoids their gaze and focuses on the rest of her dinner. “What?”
Kim clears her throat and shakes her head, a slight smile playing at her lips. “It’s like a tennis match of smiles between the two of you.”
Anna blushes.
“And that was some totally necessary physical contact there, very crucial to our collective wellbeing.” Ruby agrees.
“Are the two of you really playing matchmaker in the middle of the worst thing that’s ever happened to us?” Anna grumbles. “There’s nothing cute happening here, he’s just mothering me the way he mothers all of us.”
Kim scoffs out loud. “Mothering is not the word I would use.”
“And besides,” Ruby adds. “If the two of you can look at each other like that in the middle of the worst thing that’s ever happened to us, maybe there’s some kind of hope out there for all of us.”
Anna’s severely uncomfortable now, scowling at both of them. “You guys are delusional.”
“Probably.”
“Han is being sensitive to the fact that I wasn’t doing well two weeks ago. It’s what you do when someone cuts their own wrists. Besides, he found me like that. I’m pretty sure I traumatized him.”
They don’t push the matter any further.
When Han comes back to return them to their rooms, he spends time with each of them. He loops an arm around Ruby’s waist to take the weight off of her tender leg and helps her to her room, and it’s about ten minutes before he comes back out. It’s normal, a daily occurrence, that he gives them all special attention and offers himself as an ear to listen or a hand to hold when they need it.
“How are things with Minho?” Anna asks Cass softly, before Han returns. She’s noticed the emptiness in the other girl’s expressions lately, and the apparent disconnect between her mind and body. Cass has been a mess, tripping and miscalculating her steps, dropping her food trays and flinching away when the others try to touch her. And all the while, her face stays blank, like she doesn’t even see it.
Anna suspects she knows why, but she doesn’t want to ask.
Cass turns dim eyes to the blonde, her eyebrows lifting a little.
It’s the best way to get a reaction out of her, to bring up Minho. He’s the only topic that makes her awaken from whatever fog she keeps slipping into.
Coming back to herself, Cass glances down the hall to where Han is accompanying Kim to her room, and then she looks back to Anna. “He’s been trying to get the police to help us, but the FBI won’t let them.” She whispers. “They’re waiting for Cain to lead them to his friends.”
“Cain has friends?” Anna spits, utter disbelief dripping from her tone. “We’re down here, dying, what the hell are they waiting for?”
Cass just shrugs listlessly. “We’re not the only ones Cain is killing. We don’t take priority.”
The responding darkness that creeps into Anna’s soul drags her mood to the depths. “We don’t take priority?”
“I think I like him.” Cass whispers flatly, her eyes losing focus.
Anna forces herself back into the moment and tries to remember what they were talking about. “Sorry, what?”
“Minho.” She blinks, and her cheeks redden just slightly. It’s the first sign of life she’s displayed in a few days. “I think I like him.”
A sad kind of joy occurs to Anna, and she smiles. She doesn’t say that it’s not likely that her feelings will ever come to fruition, or that they’ll both probably face the wrath of Cain before they ever get to see Minho’s face, because what’s the point? Cass has found something to care about in the middle of one of the greatest miseries of the human experience, and Anna knows she has no right to take it from her. “That’s really great, Cass.”
A series of emotions suddenly flash across the brunette’s face. She sways where she sits, like it’s too much effort to think and keep her balance at the same time.
Anna watches her brow lower until her eyes are almost completely hooded, welling with tears.
“But I’m ruined,” Cass whispers. “I’m ruined, it’s all ruined.”
The words drag a sense of horror through Anna and she swallows it as well as she can. “Don’t say that. That’s not true.”
“You don’t know yet.” Cass closes her eyes and a tear squeezes through. In a breath, she abruptly seems to regain some of herself. “What am I doing? Forget I said anything about Minho. I don’t like him, really, I’m just lonely.” She shakes herself and forces a smile.
Han is emerging from Kim’s room, headed for Cass.
Anna stares at her, shocked by the complete switch in behavior. “It’s okay to like him,” She whispers. “You’re not ruined.”
“You don’t know.”
She does. “I do. And I know that it doesn’t make you ruined. Alright?”
“Cass, you okay?” Han is close enough to see the tears now, and he leans down to brush them away. “Let’s go back to your room now, okay? Come with me.” He shoots Anna a nod and then gestures for Cass to walk with him.
He doesn’t try to touch her, like he supports the others.
He knows better.
Cass follows him to her room, feet stumbling over themselves and shoulders brushing the walls as she moves discordantly.
When it’s Anna’s turn to be guided back to her room, Han doesn’t say anything about his conversations with the other seven girls. She doesn’t ask what they talk about or if he was able to help Cass feel better, but he doesn’t volunteer the information, either. It actually makes her feel better—if he doesn’t gossip about the things he talks to the other girls about, then he most likely doesn’t sit around and talk about her behind her back, either.
Not that there’s any more harm that he can do to her than has already been done. What are they going to do, laugh at her behind her back? For what, wishing she was dead?
It’s an almost definite certainty that every one of those girls had at least once preferred death to the enduring torture of existing in Cain’s captivity.
Han just reaches out a hand to her and holds her fingers loosely as they walk down the long hallway to her room at the end. “How are your wrists?”
They ache. They burn every time she moves her hands, the skin and scabs cracking to release fresh trickles of blood at every turn. It feels like they’ll never properly mend. Anna shrugs and watches him turn her arms over so he can see if the bandages have been bled through.
They haven’t.
For a moment, he holds both of her hands, a deep sigh wracking through his narrow frame. “You know,” He starts, and drops his eyes to their feet as though he can’t bear to look her in the eyes. “I understand why you did it.”
Her heart clenches. They all understand. She’s not unique in her feelings about their shared experience.
“I understand that there’s not really anything to hope in down here, especially when so many of them haven’t made it.” His eyes well with tears and he brusquely blinks them away. “But please promise me you won’t try again.”
Anna purses her lips and tries to focus of the warmth of his hands around hers.
When she doesn’t respond, and he feels her arms shake as she tries to back away, Han steps in closer and tightens his grip. “Please, Anna.” His thumb swipes gently over the back of her hand. “I can’t see you like that again.”
It would be him. If she decided to take her life again, and actually succeeded, it would be him who found her, like he had the first time. Only next time, she might be successful. Next time, he would find another dead girl in her bedroom floor. Next time, he would be dragging her cold body down the filthy hallway, dumping it wherever he had to dump them, and she would be another lifeless face trapped in his memory forever.
It’s a wonder he hasn’t succumbed to the misery of it all himself.
So she relaxes the tension in her arms and allows herself to step closer, to let their hands hang between them. “I promise.”
He looks up then, and bares a shaky grin. “You promise?”
Anna nods and tries to match his smile. “I promise.”
But Han’s smile is gone. His eyes have shifted to a spot beyond her shoulder, toward the doorway, and that’s when Anna notices the large shadow on the floor.
A man’s shadow.
“What the hell is this?” Cain’s powerful voice hisses.
She turns, heart in her throat, to see him glaring down at their joined hands. Cain steps into the room, each footfall heavy with rage. She sees his fists clenched at his sides and knows that he doesn’t like the closeness between his two captives.
Han drops her hands but doesn’t back away from her. Instead, he pushes himself between Anna and Cain, and raises his arms pleadingly. “Her wounds needed treatment,” He tries, and she sees his shoulders trembling.
Anna watches in horror as Cain sweeps both arms as a mighty scythe and crushes Han into the wall. She hears his head collide with the cement, hears his grunt of pain, sees him slide limply to the floor. She hears his name on her own lips, a terrible fear for someone other than herself for once completely overwhelming her senses.
“This is how you treat my girls?” Cain mutters, reaching down to yank up a fistful of Han’s long hair. He lifts him partly off the floor, closing his other hand around the boy’s throat. “Is this what you thought I meant when I told you to care for them? You think my pretty playthings are yours to have?”
Han can’t answer. His eyes are blinking hazily, disoriented by the collision with the wall. A confused groan scrapes up his throat, but no words follow.
As Cain’s hand clenches around Han’s throat, the one in his hair pulling back to bash him once more into the cement, Anna is suddenly spurred by nothing other than panicked adrenaline.
In the next second, she finds herself latched onto Cain’s back, her teeth sinking into the junction of his throat and shoulder. She feels the flesh part around her incisors, tastes the blood when it bursts into her mouth.
Cain gives a howl of anger and pain, and drops Han. His hands are on Anna next, seizing her by the arms and tossing her off like she weighs nothing. Her teeth rip a strip of skin from his shoulder as she is flung away from him, and she hits the floor with the taste of him on her tongue. He’s headed straight for her, his thick boots slamming against the floor, and he bends to snatch her up by the arms. “You just earned yourself a session, bitch.”
Anna lets him drag her from her room, craning her head over her shoulder to see Han still slumped against the wall. Her heart is still hammering against her ribs, her thoughts screaming with prayer that he’s alright.
The sight of him being thrown like he was would stay with her forever. The cognizance in his expression immediately falling like it had been ripped from his face would haunt her until she died.
He still hasn’t given any intelligent response since it had happened, and he disappears from her view before she could know if he was okay.
Anna’s only thoughts as Cain throws her into the old rusty chair and straps her down are of Han. As soon as Cain is done with her, he’ll surely return to Han and punish him for whatever it was he thinks he saw between the two prisoners.
That is, unless he can be satisfied with punishing her.
So when Cain turns to the workbench and returns with the same pipe wrench that he’d used to break her arm, Anna gives him all the fear she can manage to express. When he bends low and tells her how disappointed he is in her, telling her that he ought to take her hands for touching something that doesn’t belong to her, she screams and sobs until she sees his lips curl in a wicked smirk.
When he starts in with heavy handed swings, crushing her left ankle over and over again, as she knew he would, she lets it all out. She gives him every response that comes to her and thrashes wildly, replete with agonized misery until he’s panting, splattered with blood, and all but cackling with delight, her ankle completely obliterated.
Her foot hangs at the end of her leg, connected only by a squishy, mulched section of flesh and splintered bone, and he cranks her head down to look at it. She heaves and vomits into her own lap, overcome with nauseating pain.
Cain dances out of reach of the splattered contents of her stomach and only continues to laugh.
When she can breathe again, if only for a second, he leans in close and grips her knees. A howl bursts from her throat and he grins wolfishly. “Your pain is delicious, Anna.” Cain reaches down and wraps his whole hand around her destroyed ankle and squeezes, and she’s sick all over again.
Her captor scoots back, unbothered by the upheaval. From where he crouches, he watches her dangle on the brink of consciousness. “Remember this next time you decide to take something of mine for yourself. And furthermore,” He lurches forward once more and grasps her ripped wrists, allowing his nails to dig into the cuts.
Anna’s body convulses at the sensation.
She can’t even process the pain anymore. Her body is so consumed by the trauma of his actions, by the screaming pain receptors in her brain, that it’s no longer responding.
“If you ever try to kill something of mine again,” He pushes his lips against her ear. “I’ll kill that boy. I can always find another Han, Anna. He’s just as dispensable as you are.”
Cain returns her to her room, one arm wrapped around her hips and holding her so tightly against his side that neither of her feet touch the ground. He drops her unceremoniously to the floor and casts a loathing glance to Han, who still leans against the wall, head hanging low over his chest.
The boy seems to have come back to himself a little, as he’s now sitting hunched over himself, knees pulled to his chest and arms wrapped tightly around them. He looks up weakly as Cain and Anna enter, and she sees a rush of motion like he’s trying to get up.
“Don’t bother,” Cain snaps, already turning away. “I have work to do. And so do you. Set her leg.” He tosses one final dismissive look at the girl sprawled on the floor, and then takes his leave, slamming the door behind him.
Anna’s afraid to move, anticipating the spike of pain that she already knows will shoot all the way from her foot to the top of her head, but she has to see. She twists, trying to keep her foot still.
It doesn’t work, and she’s crying again.
Han’s movements are sluggish is he creeps towards her. He’s on his hands and knees, reaching, face wet with tears. “I’m sorry,” He chants. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” His fingertips brush hers, and the warmth of their touch urges him closer. He’s dragging himself more than he’s crawling, and she can’t tell which sobs are hers and which are his.
Anna pulls herself up to sit against the closest wall, nausea reeling up her throat as her ankle protests. Her foot flops to the side and a whole new rush of fire explodes up her leg. “Are you okay?” She chokes, and she can taste the blood and sick in her mouth.
He manages to come to sit next to her, head drooping like he doesn’t have the strength to hold it up. “I’m sorry.” His hand comes out of the dark and closes around hers, and they’re both shaking. “I’m sorry.”
She moves her free hand to his face, but it feels like swimming to reach even that far. She brushes his fringe out of his eyes and sees them slide up to meet hers, glossy and distant. She hopes he’s only concussed, but she’s still terrified that he’s mortally wounded.
But he wouldn’t be conscious. That’s what she tells herself. If he couldn’t recover, he would be unconscious. Her eyes squeeze shut at the mental image of being brought back to her room to find him, bloody and unresponsive, in her floor. Like Lily. Like herself.
She’s glad she promised him before it all happened. It’s the first time she really imagines with empathy what it would be like to bear such witness, and it makes her stomach clench for what seems like the hundredth time.
“Are you okay?” She asks again, and feels his other hand come up to cover hers where it still rests against his temple.
He nods blearily, and then sways like the movement was too much. His head tilts against the cold wall beside them, and rests there listlessly. “I’m sorry, Annie. I’m sorry.”
Her hand falls before she realizes that she can’t hold it up anymore. “I’m sorry,” she returns emptily. “I shouldn’t have let you—”
His grip is stronger than hers, and he’s still resolutely holding onto her hands like its the only thing keeping him attached to consciousness. She thinks it’s the only thing holding her, too. “No.” His voice is a hollow rasp. “No, I don’t care. He doesn’t get to take any of you from me.” He tries to catch her faltering gaze again, craning his neck, but his head falls back against the wall, and she hears it thump heavily.
They’re both on the brink of darkness, holding tightly to each other, fighting the hand that pulls them under.
“He doesn’t get to take you from me.”
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Info is likely to expand, follows Jess being resurrected in late season 4 by Heaven
**Split into seasonal timeframes because this is longer than I anticipated.**
LATE SEASON 4
Jess found herself alive in a field in Falls Park in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. She didn't have much time to think about her surroundings before a man appeared before her. A man that claimed to be an angel named Zachariah. He claimed that Sam needed her, that Heaven wanted to make good on what the demons jerking him around had done to her... that he was sorry nobody had stepped in to protect her. While her faith in God and any force of good had been severely shaken with her death and what she had seen in Heaven, a piece of her was still hopeful and believed him. With Bobby's property warded from Heaven's eyes, he says he can't help her find Sam exactly, but they had been following the Winchester's movements and they know Bobby Singer lived somewhere in this town and he would be able to help her find him.
If he were being honest, Heaven hadn't bothered too much with finding Bobby's place. Intervening with the Winchesters hadn't really deemed necessary so far apart from them trying to protect Anna Milton. However, they were not going to place all of their faith in Hell to break all of the seals to bring on the apocalypse and they had decided that Jess would be a great token of leverage over Sam. At the very least in the upcoming war between Michael and Lucifer that the Winchesters were still in the dark about. As quickly as the angel had appeared, he was gone, with what Jess would later recognize was a foreboding word that he would keep in touch. It didn't take long at Phillips Avenue Diner for Jess to find out that Bobby owned a salvage yard on the outskirts of the city. She bummed a ride off of one of the guys in the diner. She was a bit jarred by the tests she was subject to, especially when she told him who she was. Holy water and salt were something the demon within Brady had lorded over Jessica when she stabbed him in the chest, goading her that she was far off base to save her own life.
At the time, the Winchesters were on their way back to Bobby's after finding out that they had a half brother named Adam Milligan. Her reunion with Sam wasn't quite what she expected. Something seemed off and she wasn't sure what, so she plastered a signature smile on her face and held onto him as she shed some tears. Time had passed, even since she had last seen him in Heaven -- and vowed to not see him again until he was there for good -- so naturally, there would be a learning curve for the two of them to fit back together, right? Still a bit perturbed by how thoroughly she had been vetted, she kept the details of the brief meeting with the angel to herself. Instead talking about her time in Heaven knowing Ash, who had given her some information about the men before her in their talks. When Dean has the dream about meeting Castiel at a certain location, Jessica is left behind at Bobby's, because despite the peaceful context of Dean's dream his warning about the potential of others listening even in Dean's mind was rather ominous. They agreed that it was for the best to not let Sam's freshly resurrected college girlfriend out where there was a higher risk for something to happen to her. So, Jessica remained at Bobby's. She helped him clean up a bit and made a few nice homecooked meals for them both. She glazed through a few books about monsters, expressing an immediate interest in learning how to protect herself. However, it wasn't long before Bobby got the call from Dean, detailing his discovery of Sam's addiction to demon blood, facilitated by Ruby.
Disturbed by this information, she and Sam had a fight through the panic room door. He was having some weird, sexual, blood-drinking relationship with a demon to make himself stronger? A bit of her anger was selfish and a bit more was fueled by jealousy. She was upset that he would even think to trust, let alone have a relationship with a demon, when one had taken her away from him. A distressed Jessica told him that he wasn't remotely close to the person that she had known at Stanford and she was not interested in sticking around while he begged for blood and probably begged to see Ruby. She had always had a habit of saying biting things she didn't fully mean in the heat of the moment. All but demanding a pair of keys for one of the okay cars at the salvage yard, she left with a bit of money in her pocket from Bobby.
SEASON 5
For two weeks, Jess was holed up in a motel room in Red Cloud, Nebraska. What was she supposed to do? Starting a normal life didn't feel like an option because she couldn't imagine living simply while her family was still grieving her loss, because there was no way she was telling them and bringing them into the dark underbelly of reality. It was at this point that Dean asked Castiel to find Jessica to ward her, like he had just done for the Winchesters to protect her from the rise of Lucifer. A terrified Jessica was backed into the corner of her motel room, tearfully begging the angel for her life. After Castiel placed his hand on her, a jolt of pain burned red hot through her ribs. He explained that he was an angel sent by Dean to protect her from other angels, now that Lucifer was roaming around. Castiel also gave her a cellphone that had the numbers of the Winchester brothers, Bobby, and a hunter named Ellen programmed into it. An unread text message to the phone from Dean detailed that she could reach out to any of these people for help if she needed it. She sent him a thank you text message, but stated she needed more time to herself.
After a couple more days, Jess ultimately decided that she was going to learn how to hunt. Knowing about the supernatural and how awful her death had been, she had decided there wasn't an option for her other than to try and save others from fates similar to hers. She went to the local library and started researching strange deaths. It was easy to start with one involving animal attacks where the bodies seemed to be drained of blood. In the know of the supernatural now, it seemed like an obvious red flag for vampires and from what she could find about them, decapitation seemed to be the most reliable kill method. She traveled a few states over to Galena, Illinois. Long story short, despite her stealing a blade from a sporting goods store, she was in over her head with no formal training in combat. However, with a stroke of luck, she was saved by a hunter named Charlotte Perrin. The wealthy and well-known hunter took Jessica in under her wing, giving her training in fighting, a few needed weapons, and a small journal detailing information of what to look for in headlines for certain monsters and what their weaknesses were. Charlotte also made sure she got in touch with the Winchesters to let them know that the young woman was in good hands after Jessica drunkenly confessed most of her story to her -- leaving Sam's demon blood addiction out of it. Jessica remained with Charlotte and/or her small network of hunters that she had gathered since Charlotte's own story in to the supernatural began. Throughout this time period, Jessica tried to deal with nightmares about her death, fire, Sam, and visits from Zachariah in her dreams that were only met with hostility from her part. Distrust for Heaven had rubbed off on her and if one thing was certain, she would not allow herself to be used as a pawn again. From time to time, Jessica would send Dean check in texts, but she had yet to see either of the Winchesters in person since she had run off. One of those texts was met with a response that friends of the Winchesters had died in an attempt to kill Lucifer.
It has been about six months since Jess had talked to Sam. The more that time passed and the sting of jealousy started to wear off, the more that she felt guilty for how she had behaved. Sam deserved more unconditional love than she had given him -- but this only fueled her feelings that she didn't deserve forgiveness for that. Therefore, the concept of any communication with Sam built itself up in her head to become something huge that she was terrified to face. The elder Winchester still hadn't told Sam that he had given Jessica the phone and that they were in sporadic contact, partially at Jess's request. Dean wanted to respect her healing time, but the guilt of keeping her a secret from his brother was weighing on him, especially when he reconnected with his brother after three months. The information of the boys grieving their friends Ellen and Jo Harvelle, however, was enough for her to say goodbye to Charlotte, but not without an insistence of a parting gift of ten grand and Jess's promise to tell the Winchesters she sent them their best.
She showed up at Bobby's and she and Sam talked for a long time. She apologized for what she had said and how her own fear had spiraled and kept her away for the last few months. It had been weighing heavy on her mind. She knew Sam's heart and after being taken out of the heat of the moment, she could see that it had been in the right place, even if all of his senses should have been telling him better than to trust a demon's intentions. Being the reason that Lucifer was freed from the cage seemed like punishment enough. The pair slowly let themselves reconnect and she tried to soothe over the conflict between the two brothers about the fact that she and Dean had still communicated from time to time. After this, she remained beside them through everything, both of the boys a bit impressed with the hunter that Charlotte had already molded her into. Her propensity to hold information back from Sam bit her in the ass once again when they came face to face with the demon inside of Tyson Brady, now the Horseman's stable boy. The sight of Brady alone caused Jessica to get physically ill, let alone his goading, and the conversation of why she would have let him continue to believe Azazel had killed her wasn't easy either.
Then, about six months after she and Sam were reunited, he made the difficult decision that he needed say yes to Lucifer and put a stop to the looming apocalypse. Sam was convinced in his strength to trap the devil back in the cage. This mission, was of course, was suicide for Sam and despite Jessica's pleas he insisted that he needed to put a stop to what his actions had started. A tearful Jess left the boys and Bobby while they're still planning out the attack after a tender night with Sam. She didn't say goodbye in person, rather she left a letter detailing her love for Sam and that she could not watch his death happen. She traveled to The Crossroads, a newly opened hunter bar in Smith Center, Kansas to meet up with Charlotte. Here she quickly befriended the co-owners Teddy Bristol and Cameron Ambrose, though Cam was always quick to say that Teddy was the true owner -- he had just put some of the money up. After a visit from Dean at the bar confirmed that Sam had pulled it off and that Lucifer, Michael, and Adam were locked in the cage with him. She encouraged him to go to Lisa, that she would be okay on her own. Cameron stayed with her to drink after he had closed down the bar that night, while nothing happened between them that night, it was the start of a budding friends with benefits relationship.
SEASON 6+
Jessica and Dean continued their sporadic contact throughout his time with Lisa, the two often communicating about potential ideas to spring Sam from the cage, but after a couple of months of dead ends it really started to feel like Sam's actions were truly final. Using her money from Charlotte and tips from sporadic nights of helping Cam and Teddy cover the bar, she continued to hunt. Every so often, she was in contact with Bobby, but he kept her at an arm's length after the resurrected Sam had started poking his head around. Bobby could tell something wasn't right with him, despite testing him in all of the ways he could imagine and Jessica had been through enough. About eight months after Sam had died, Jess had slept with Sidney Carmichael for the first time. What first was meant to be a one night stand developed into something more after her nightmares woke him up and how lost and alone she felt caused her to open up to him. She and Sidney hunted together some, but Jess also took cases of her own or helped out when any of the hunters she had met needed an extra pair of hands, always determined to add more information to her monster journal.
However, when she got the news from Dean that Sam was alive, she dropped everything to meet up with them. An excited Jessica was met with another reunion that didn't feel right. For a bit, he tried to play along, like he knew he ought to, but it wasn't more than a week or two before Jessica caught him making out with some girl outside of a bar while she was helping Dean with some research. Her abandonment of him in his last moments was an easy scapegoat, along with trying to keep her emotions hidden and not telling him about Brady. Not to mention, he had heard through the hunter grapevine of her less than platonic relationships. Without a soul, he hoped that the sting would keep her away from him so he would be unbridled to do whatever he pleased. It worked, of course, after Jessica had gotten some harsh words of her own in about not even trying to find her when he found himself alive again almost immediately. Jessica had forgiven him for that -- only for her mistakes (among other things) to be thrown back in her face. She returned to The Crossroads and Cam held her while she cried on the back porch, despite her protests of wanting to be left alone.
She remained hunting, bouncing between hunting partners. At this point in time, Jessica was an established hunter of her own. Her relationship with Sidney was a bit rocky because she had dropped everything so quickly to see Sam, but they rekindled a couple of times. Sam called Jess when he gets his soul back. Jess had already met with Dean, where he explained that it was best to not talk about Sam's time when he was soulless because he didn't remember any of it... and breaking down the wall to those memories would send him into a torturous tailspin with the memories of Lucifer and Michael in the cage. When she reunited with Sam this time, it felt very reminiscent of when she had met up with him after Ellen and Jo's death. A lot of emotions and still holding some things back from him -- but at least she knew it was really the Sam she loved. After this, she remains by Sam's side permanently, a little over two and a half years from the time she was resurrected. Jess keeps close contact with her hunter friends, especially Cam, Teddy, and Charlotte.
I may add further season information here later, but this is the primary footing of her rollercoaster ride before getting into a stable place with Sam.
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**Split into seasonal timeframes because this is longer than I anticipated.**
LATE SEASON 4
Jess found herself alive in a field in Falls Park in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. She didn’t have much time to think about her surroundings before a man appeared before her. A man that claimed to be an angel named Zachariah. He claimed that Sam needed her, that Heaven wanted to make good on what the demons jerking him around had done to her… that he was sorry nobody had stepped in to protect her. While her faith in God and any force of good had been severely shaken with her death and what she had seen in Heaven, a piece of her was still hopeful and believed him. With Bobby’s property warded from Heaven’s eyes, he says he can’t help her find Sam exactly, but they had been following the Winchester’s movements. They know Bobby Singer lived somewhere in this town and he would be able to help her find Sam.
If he were being honest, Heaven hadn’t bothered too much with finding Bobby’s place. Intervening with the Winchesters hadn’t really deemed necessary so far apart from the brothers trying to protect Anna Milton. However, they were not going to place all of their faith in Hell to break all of the seals to bring on the apocalypse and they had decided that Jess would be a great token of leverage over Sam. At the very least in the upcoming war between Michael and Lucifer that the Winchesters were still in the dark about. As quickly as the angel had appeared, he was gone, with what Jess would later recognize was a foreboding word that he would keep in touch. It didn’t take long at Phillips Avenue Diner for Jess to find out that Bobby owned a salvage yard on the outskirts of the city. She bummed a ride off of one of the guys in the diner. She was a bit jarred by the tests she was subject to at Bobby's behest, especially when she told him who she was. Holy water and salt were something the demon within Brady had lorded over Jessica when she stabbed him in the chest, goading her that she was far off base to save her own life.
At the time, the Winchesters were on their way back to Bobby’s after finding out that they had a half brother named Adam Milligan. Her reunion with Sam wasn’t quite what she expected. Something seemed off and she wasn’t sure what, so she plastered a signature smile on her face and held onto him as they both shed tears. Time had passed, even since she had last seen him in Heaven – and vowed to not see him again until he was there for good – so naturally, there would be a learning curve for the two of them to fit back together, right? Still a bit perturbed by how thoroughly she had been vetted, she kept the details of the brief meeting with the angel to herself. Instead talking about her time in Heaven knowing Ash, who had given her some information about the men before her in their talks. It was a hell of a lot more interesting to spend time with him than to relive any of her memories over again for the hundredth time. When Dean has the dream about meeting Castiel at a certain location, Jessica is left behind at Bobby’s, because despite the peaceful context of Dean’s dream his warning about the potential of others listening (even in Dean’s mind) was rather ominous. They agreed that it was for the best to not let Sam’s freshly resurrected college girlfriend out where there was a higher risk for something to happen to her without any self-defense or hunting training. So, Jessica remained at Bobby’s. She helped him clean up a bit and made a few nice homecooked meals for them both. She glazed through a few books about monsters, expressing an immediate interest in learning how to protect herself. However, it wasn’t long before Bobby got the call from Dean, detailing his discovery of Sam’s addiction to demon blood, facilitated by Ruby.
Disturbed by this information, she and Sam had a fight through the panic room door. He was having some weird, sexual, blood-drinking relationship with a demon to make himself stronger? A bit of her anger was selfish and a bit more was fueled by jealousy. She was upset that he would even think to trust, let alone have a relationship with a demon, when one had taken her away from him. The one they both thought was their friend. A distressed, jealousy-fueled Jessica told him that he wasn’t remotely close to the person that she had known at Stanford and she was not interested in sticking around while he begged for blood and probably begged to see Ruby. She had always had a habit of saying biting things she didn’t fully mean in the heat of the moment when she was angry. All but demanding a pair of keys for one of the okay cars at the salvage yard, she left with a bit of money in her pocket from Bobby.
SEASON 5
For two weeks, Jess was holed up in a motel room in Red Cloud, Nebraska. What was she supposed to do? Starting a normal life didn’t feel like an option because she couldn’t imagine living simply while her family was still grieving her loss, because there was no way she was telling them and bringing them into the dark underbelly of reality. It was at this point that Dean asked Castiel to find Jessica to ward her, like he had just done for the Winchesters to protect her from the rise of Lucifer. A terrified Jessica was backed into the corner of her motel room, tearfully begging the angel for her life. After Castiel placed his hand on her, a jolt of pain burned red hot through her ribs. It was then that he explained that he was an angel sent by Dean to protect her from other angels, now that Lucifer was roaming around. Castiel also gave her a cellphone that had the numbers of the Winchester brothers, Bobby, and a hunter named Ellen programmed into it. An unread text message to the phone from Dean detailed that she could reach out to any of these people for help if she needed it. She sent him a thank you text message, but stated she needed more time to herself.
After a couple more days, Jess ultimately decided that she was going to learn how to hunt. Knowing about the supernatural and how awful her death had been, she had decided there wasn’t an option for her other than to try and save others from fates similar to hers. She went to the local library and started researching strange deaths. It was easy to start with a headline involving animal attacks where the bodies seemed to be drained of blood. In the know of the supernatural now, it seemed like an obvious red flag for vampires and from what she could find about them, decapitation seemed to be the most reliable kill method. She traveled a few states over to Galena, Illinois. Long story short, despite her stealing a blade from a sporting goods store, she was in over her head with no formal training in combat. However, with a stroke of luck, she was saved by a hunter named Charlotte Perrin. The wealthy and well-known hunter took Jessica in under her wing, giving her training in fighting, a few needed weapons, and a small journal detailing information of what to look for in headlines for certain monsters and what their weaknesses were. Charlotte also made sure she got in touch with the Winchesters to let them know that the young woman was in good hands after Jessica drunkenly confessed most of her story to her – leaving Sam’s demon blood addiction out of it. That wasn't her story to tell and despite being upset with him, Jessica knew deep down that Sam didn't have an evil bone in his body. Something drew him to embracing that part of himself and it was to help people, not hurt them. But her anger had made her storm out and not let him explain -- and she was rather embarrassed about that. Her racing mind whenever she didn't have something to focus on berated herself for not taking a second to trust the man that she had loved and told her that she didn't deserve forgiveness for that. Sam deserved someone that loved and trusted him, didn't doubt that they knew who he was, even for a brief lapse in a blind jealous rage.
Jessica remained with Charlotte and/or her small network of hunters that she had gathered since Charlotte’s own story in to the supernatural began. Throughout this time period, Jessica tried to deal with nightmares about her death, fire, Sam, and visits from Zachariah in her dreams that were only met with hostility on her part. Distrust for Heaven had rubbed off on her in the few days she had been with Sam, Dean, and Bobby and if one thing was certain, she would not allow herself to be used as a pawn again. From time to time, Jessica would send Dean check in texts, but she had yet to see either of the Winchesters in person since she had run off. She struggled with what being alive again really meant for her, but most of all she struggled with the guilt of abandoning Sam when he clearly needed her. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that he wouldn't have reacted as she had if the roles were reversed... and how could she really face him after what she had said? Or what if he really had loved the demon more than her? One of those texts to Dean was met with a response that friends of the Winchesters had died in an attempt to kill Lucifer.
It has been about six months since Jess had talked to Sam. The more that time passed and the sting of jealousy started to wear off, the more that she felt guilty for how she had behaved. Sam deserved more unconditional love than she had given him – but this only fueled her feelings that she didn’t deserve forgiveness for that. Therefore, the concept of any communication with Sam built itself up in her head to become something huge that she was terrified to face. The elder Winchester still hadn’t told Sam that he had given Jessica the phone and that they were in sporadic contact, partially at Jess’s request. Dean wanted to respect her healing time, but the guilt of keeping her a secret from his brother was weighing on him, especially when he also had reconnected with his brother after three months apart. The information of the boys grieving their friends Ellen and Jo Harvelle, however, was enough for Jessica to say goodbye to Charlotte, but not without an insistence of a parting gift of ten grand and Jess’s promise to tell the Winchesters she sent them their best.
She showed up at Bobby’s and she and Sam talked for a long time. She apologized for what she had said and how her own fear had spiraled and kept her away for the last few months. She knew Sam’s heart and after being taken out of the heat of the moment and all of the overwhelming feelings of being alive again and thrust into chaos, she knew his heart had to have been in the right place, even if all of his senses should have been telling him better than to trust a demon’s intentions. Being the reason that Lucifer was freed from the cage seemed like punishment enough. The pair slowly let themselves reconnect and she tried to soothe over the conflict between the two brothers about the fact that she and Dean had still communicated from time to time in the last six months. After this, she remained beside them through everything, both of the brothers a bit impressed with the hunter that Charlotte had already molded her into. Her propensity to hold information back from Sam bit her in the ass once again when they came face to face with the demon inside of Tyson Brady, now the Horseman’s stable boy. The sight of Brady alone caused Jessica to get physically ill, let alone his goading, and the conversation of why she would have let him continue to believe Azazel had killed her wasn’t easy either.
Then, about six months after she and Sam were reunited, he made the difficult decision that he needed say yes to Lucifer and put a stop to the looming apocalypse. Sam was convinced in his strength to trap the devil back in the cage. This mission, was of course, was suicide for Sam and despite Jessica’s pleas he insisted that he needed to put a stop to what his actions had started. A tearful Jess left the boys and Bobby while they’re still planning out the attack after a tender night with Sam. She didn’t say goodbye in person, rather she left a letter detailing her love for Sam and that she could not watch his death happen. She traveled to The Crossroads, a newly opened hunter bar in Smith Center, Kansas to meet up with Charlotte. Here she quickly befriended the co-owners Teddy Bristol and Cameron Ambrose, though Cam was always quick to say that Teddy was the true owner – he had just put some of the money up. A visit from Dean at the bar confirmed that Sam had pulled it off and that Lucifer, Michael, and Adam were locked in the cage with him. She encouraged Dean to go to Lisa, that she would be okay on her own, shrugging off the elder's protests that Sam would want her to move on to a normal life too. Cameron stayed with her to drink after he had closed down the bar that night and they became fast friends. While nothing happened between them that night, they did end up sleeping together a couple of times after a few months of Jess's grieving.
SEASON 6+
Jessica and Dean continued their sporadic contact throughout his time with Lisa, the two often communicating about potential ideas to spring Sam from the cage, but after a couple of months of dead ends it really started to feel like Sam’s actions were truly final. Using her money from Charlotte and tips from sporadic nights of helping Cam and Teddy cover the bar, she continued to hunt. Every so often, she was in contact with Bobby, but he kept her at an arm’s length after the resurrected Sam had started poking his head around. Bobby could tell something wasn’t right with him, despite testing him in all of the ways he could imagine and Jessica had been through enough. About eight months after Sam had died, Jess had slept with Sidney Carmichael for the first time. What first was meant to be a one night stand developed into something more after her nightmares woke him up and how lost and alone she felt caused her to open up to him. She and Sidney hunted together some, but Jess also took cases of her own or helped out when any of the hunters she had met needed an extra pair of hands, always determined to add more information to her monster journal. More information about the timeline of Jess and Sidney's relationship is detailed here.
Despite her budding relationship with Sidney, when she got the news from Dean that Sam was alive, Jessica dropped everything to meet up with them. An excited Jessica was met with another reunion that didn’t feel right. For a bit, Sam tried to play along, like he knew he ought to, but it wasn’t more than a week or two before Jessica caught him making out with some girl outside of a bar while she was helping Dean with some research. Her abandonment of him in his last moments was an easy scapegoat, along with trying to keep her emotions hidden and not telling him about Brady. Not to mention, he had heard through the hunter grapevine of her less than platonic relationships with Cameron and now Sidney. Without a soul, he hoped that the sting would keep her away from him so he would be unbridled to do whatever he pleased. It worked, of course, after Jessica had gotten some harsh words of her own in about not even trying to find her when he found himself alive again almost immediately. Jessica had forgiven him for that – only for her mistakes (among other things) to be thrown back in her face. She returned to The Crossroads and Cam held her while she cried on the back porch, despite her protests of wanting to be left alone.
She remained hunting, bouncing between hunting partners. At this point in time, Jessica was an established hunter of her own. Her relationship with Sidney was a bit rocky because she had dropped everything so quickly to see Sam, but they rekindled after a few weeks because Sidney really loved her. Sam called Jess when he gets his soul back. Jess had already met with Dean, where he explained that it was best to not talk about Sam’s time when he was soulless because he didn’t remember any of it… and breaking down the wall to those memories would send him into a torturous tailspin with the memories of Lucifer and Michael in the cage. When she reunited with Sam this time, it felt very reminiscent of when she had met up with him after Ellen and Jo’s death. A lot of emotions and still holding some things back from him – but at least she knew it was really the Sam she loved. After this, she remains by Sam’s side permanently, a little over two and a half years from the time she was resurrected. Jess keeps close contact with her hunter friends, especially Cam, Teddy, Charlotte, and Sidney's sisters Roxie and Teegan.
I may add further season information here later, but this is the primary footing of her rollercoaster ride before getting into a stable place with Sam.
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The Summer Escape by Jill Shalvis
Sunrise Cove #6
Love, LOVE, L O V E this author’s work, and am smiling as I write this review ~ Definitely a book I will revisit in the future!
What I liked:
* All of it from beginning to end
* Anna Moore: owns her own private investigation business, younger sister, lost her mother early, raised by father with slightly older sister, loving, kind, strong, good friend, has commitment issues, someone I would like to have as a friend.
* Owen Harris: co-owner of “Tahoe Adventures”, close to his Aunt Ruby, raised by a single mother, athletic, enjoys tough sports, safety oriented, good friend, friends with all of his ex-girlfriends, has commitment issues, perfect book-boyfriend
* Wendy: Anna’s sister, loving, protective, pregnant with triplets, loving, kind, a bit pushy, in love with her husband Hayden
* The supporting characters and their part in the story: Aunt Ruby, Ky, and Sami
* The way names for the triplets was handled throughout the story and the names decided on eventually
* The plot, pacing, setting, and writing
* The dynamics & dialogue
* That I became immersed in the story and wondered how the mystery and romance would turn out
* All of it except…
What I didn’t like:
* Who and what I was meant not to like
* Having to say goodbye to the characters in the book
Did I enjoy this book? Yes
Would I read more by this author? Definitely
Thank you to the author for the ARC – This is my honest review.
5 Stars
BLURB
Secrets are revealed and forbidden sparks ignited in this sizzling Sunrise Cove tale of enemies to lovers, redemption, missing treasures, and love. Anna Moore didn’t just wake up one day and decide to go on a wild quest — especially since her life no longer lends itself to wild anything — so how in the world does she end up racing against the clock with Owen Harris, a sexy, enigmatic adventurist, to prove her beloved dad innocent of stealing a million-dollar necklace? It’s all Wendy’s fault. Her older, bossy sister, who’s seven months pregnant and on bed rest in their small Lake Tahoe hometown, is desperate to clear their dad’s name. Owen though is convinced he’s guilty as hell and wants to return the jewelry back to its rightful owner—his elderly great aunt. Together they go on a scavenger hunt for clues to the past (with Wendy remotely along for the ride via an ear bud, supplying a running wry commentary to boot). On opposing sides and suspicious of each other as they are, Anna and Owen still can’t deny the inexplicable and explosive chemistry between them on this heart-stopping adventure, the outcome of which will prove the necklace isn’t the only thing stolen — their hearts have been as well.
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Info is likely to expand, follows Jess being resurrected in late season 4 by Heaven
**Split into seasonal timeframes because this is longer than I anticipated.**
LATE SEASON 4
Jess found herself alive in a field in Falls Park in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. She didn’t have much time to think about her surroundings before a man appeared before her. A man that claimed to be an angel named Zachariah. He claimed that Sam needed her, that Heaven wanted to make good on what the demons jerking him around had done to her… that he was sorry nobody had stepped in to protect her. While her faith in God and any force of good had been severely shaken with her death and what she had seen in Heaven, a piece of her was still hopeful and believed him. With Bobby’s property warded from Heaven’s eyes, he says he can’t help her find Sam exactly, but they had been following the Winchester’s movements and they know Bobby Singer lived somewhere in this town and he would be able to help her find him.
If he were being honest, Heaven hadn’t bothered too much with finding Bobby’s place. Intervening with the Winchesters hadn’t really deemed necessary so far apart from them trying to protect Anna Milton from them. However, they were not going to place all of their faith in Hell for breaking all of the seals and they had decided that Jess would be a great token of leverage over Sam at the very least in the upcoming war that the Winchesters were still in the dark about. As quickly as the angel had appeared, he was gone with what Jess would later recognize was a foreboding word that he would keep in touch. It didn’t take long at Phillips Avenue Diner for Jess to find out that Bobby owned a salvage yard on the outskirts of the city. She bummed a ride off of one of the guys in the diner and was a bit jarred by the tests she was subject to, especially when she told him who she was.
At the time, the Winchesters were on their way back to Bobby’s after finding out that they had a half brother named Adam Milligan. Her reunion with Sam wasn’t quite what she expected. Something seemed off and she wasn’t sure what, but she plastered a signature smile on her face. Still a bit perturbed by how thoroughly she had been vetted, she kept the meeting with the brief meeting about the angel to herself, instead talking about her time in Heaven knowing Ash, who had given her more information about Bobby during all of their talks. When Dean has a dream about meeting Castiel at a certain location, Jessica is left behind at Bobby’s, because despite the peaceful context of Dean’s dream his warning about the potential of other’s listening even in Dean’s mind was rather ominous and Sam wasn’t letting his freshly resurrected college girlfriend out where there was a higher risk for something happening to her.
So, Jessica remained at Bobby’s. She helped him clean up a bit and made a few nice homecooked meals for them both before Bobby gets the call from Dean about how he had found out about Sam’s addiction to demon blood, facilitated by Ruby. Perturbed by this information, she and Sam had a fight through the panic room door. He was having some weird sexual, blood-drinking relationship with a demon to make himself stronger? A bit of her anger was selfish and a bit more fueled by jealousy. She was upset that he would even think to trust, let alone have a relationship with a demon when one had taken her away from him. Jessica told him that he wasn’t remotely close to the person that she had known at Stanford and she was not interested in sticking around while he begged for blood and probably begged to see her. All but demanding a pair of keys for one of the okay cars at the salvage yard, she left with a bit of money in her pocket from Bobby.
SEASON 5
For two weeks, Jess was holed up in a motel room in Red Cloud, Nebraska. What was she supposed to do? Starting a normal life didn’t feel like an option because she couldn’t imagine living simply while her family was still grieving her loss, because there was no way she was telling them and bringing them into the dark underbelly of reality. It was at this point that Dean asked Castiel to find Jessica to ward her, like he had just done for the Winchesters to protect her from the rise of Lucifer. A terrified Jessica was backed into the corner of her motel room, tearfully begging for her life after Castiel appeared and placed his hand on her, sending a jolt of pain through her ribs. He explained that he was an angel sent by Dean to protect her from angels, now that Lucifer was roaming around. Castiel also gave her a phone with his and Sam’s number programmed in it, attached with a promise that he would help her with whatever she needed.
After a couple more days, Jess ultimately decided that she was going to learn how to hunt. Knowing about the supernatural and how awful her death had been, she couldn’t fathom not trying to save others from fates similar to hers. She went to the local library and started researching strange deaths. It was easy to start with one involving animal attacks where the bodies seemed to be drained of blood. In the know of the supernatural now, it seemed like an obvious red flag for vampires and from what she could find about them, decapitation seemed to be the most reliable kill method. She traveled a few states over to Galena, Illinois. Long story short, despite her stealing a blade from a sporting goods store, she was in over her head with no formal training in combat. However, with a stroke of luck, she was saved by a hunter named Charlotte Perrin. The prosperous hunter took Jessica in under her wing, giving her training in fighting, a few needed weapons, and a small journal detailing information of what to look for in headlines for certain monsters and what their weaknesses were.
Jessica remained with Charlotte and/or her small network of hunters that she had gathered since her own story in to the supernatural began. Throughout this time period, Jessica tried to deal with nightmares about her death, fire, Sam, and visits from Zachariah in her dreams that were met with hostility. until she had called Dean just to check in on him and Sam. Close friends of the Winchesters had just died in an attempt to kill Lucifer. It has been about six months since Jess had last seen Sam at this point. The elder Winchester still hadn’t told Sam that he had given Jessica the phone and that they were in sporadic contact, partially at Jess’s request. She had still torn up about everything with Sam and wasn’t ready to forgive him yet and Dean wanted to respect her healing time, but the guilt of keeping her a secret from his brother was weighing on him, especially when he reconnected with his brother after three months. The information of the boys grieving their friends Ellen and Jo Harvelle, however, was enough for her to say goodbye to Charlotte, but not without an insistence of a parting gift of ten grand and Jess’s promise to tell the Winchesters she sent them their best.
She showed up at Bobby’s and she and Sam talked for a long time, she apologized for what she had said. It had been weighing heavy on her mind. She knew Sam’s heart and could see that it had been in the right place, even if all of his senses should have been telling him better than to trust a demon’s intentions. Being the reason that Lucifer was freed from the cage seemed like punishment enough. The pair slowly let themselves reconnect and she tried to soothe over the conflict between the two brothers about the fact that she and Dean had still communicated from time to time. After this, she remained beside them through everything, both of the boys a bit impressed with the hunter that Charlotte had already molded her into. Her propensity to hold information back from Sam bit her in the ass once again when they came face to face with the demon inside of Tyson Brady, now the Horseman’s stable boy. The sight of Brady alone caused Jessica to get physically ill, let alone his goading, and the conversation of why she would have let him continue to believe Azazel had killed her wasn’t easy either.
Then, about six months after she and Sam were reunited he had decided that he needed to be the one to say yes to Lucifer because he was convinced in his strength to trap the devil back in the cage. This mission, was of course, suicide for Sam and despite Jessica’s pleas he insisted that he needed to do what was right for the world, that without him doing this the whole world would be thrown into an apocalypse through the fight of Lucifer and Michael. A tearful Jess left the boys and Bobby while they’re still planning out the attack. She traveled to The Crossroads, a newly opened hunter bar in Smith Center, Kansas where she quickly befriended the co-owners Teddy Bristol and Cameron Ambrose, though Cam was always quick to say that Teddy was the true owner – he had just put some of the money up. After a visit from Dean at the bar confirmed that Sam had pulled off the stunt, she encouraged him to go to Lisa, that she would be okay on her own. Cameron stayed with her to drink after he had closed down the bar and the two drunkenly hooked up, the first of a budding friends with benefit relationship.
SEASON 6+
Jessica and Dean continued their sporadic contact throughout his time with Lisa, the two often communicating about how they could maybe spring Sam from the cage, but Jess all but gave up after a couple of months. Using her money from Charlotte and tips from sporadic nights of helping Cam and Teddy cover the bar, she continued to hunt. Every so often, she was in contact with Bobby, but he kept her at an arm’s length after the resurrected Sam had started poking his head around. Bobby could tell something wasn’t right with him, despite testing him in all of the ways he could imagine. About eight months after Sam had died, Jess had slept with Sidney Carmichael for the first time. What first was meant to be a one night stand developed into something more, when waking him up from her nightmares led her to open up to him. She and Sidney hunted together some, but Jess also took cases of her own or helped out when any of the hunters she had met needed an extra pair of hands.
However, when she got the news from Dean that Sam was alive she dropped everything to meet up with them to only be met with another reunion that didn’t feel right. For a bit, he tried to play along like he knew he ought to, but it wasn’t more than a week or two before Jessica caught him making out with some girl outside of a bar while she was helping Dean with some research. He explained that he couldn’t get over how he’d abandoned him in his last moments and continually lied to his face, and had since admitted to her more significant relationships since his supposed passing. Without a soul, he hoped that the sting would keep her away from him so he would be unbridled to do whatever he pleased. It worked, of course, after Jessica had gotten some harsh words of her own in about not even trying to find her when he found himself alive again. She returned to The Crossroads and Cam held her while she cried on the back porch, despite her protests.
She remained hunting, bouncing between hunting partners. At this point in time, Jessica was an established hunter of her own. Her relationship with Sidney was a bit rocky because she had dropped everything so quickly to see Sam, but they rekindled a couple of times. Sam called Jess when he gets his soul back and Jess had already gotten a warning from Dean that it was best to not talk about Sam’s time when he was soulless because he didn’t remember any of it and breaking down the wall to those memories would send him into a torturous tailspin with the memories of Lucifer and Michael in the cage. When she reunited with Sam this time, it felt very reminiscent of when she had met up with him after Ellen and Jo’s death. After this, she remains by Sam’s side, a little over two and a half years after she was resurrected. Jess keeps close contact with her hunter friends, especially Cam, Teddy, and Charlotte.
I may add further season information here later, but this is the primary footing of her rollercoaster ride before getting into a stable place with Sam.
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Season 4, Episode 16: On The Head Of A Pin
This is chaotic
Hi Cas!
Thanks
That's strange
An angel?
Good, Cas ditched the cops
Oh, joy
Dean...
Yeah.
He's been angry. That's how he made it this far
Ouch
Sorry, Cas
Unfortunately, probably not
He won't talk
Oh, no
No, don't make him do that
Well crap
Tied to a Star of David
Dean's meeting himself out of there
At least Cas has a heart
He called him Cas!!!
Nope!
I don't like that
Ah. Yeah
Too close to Dean?
They're probably right
I'm not sure I will, either
Thanks, Cas
This is weird
Very serious
No, he doesn't. But he can hope
Something like that
That's creepy
Ouch
This is not gonna end well
Ruby!
I'm not sure you're right, Sam
I doubt that
This is agonizing
Alastair has seen Karate Kid
Oh, that's clever
Oh good, I didn't really want to watch
He's breaking through. That's surprising
Sam and Ruby, apparently
Kinky
I mean, I know what's happening, but did they have to make it so erotic?
Pfft. No
Oh boy, he's smiling
Oh crap
Anna!
I think she should
Ew
Right.
I mean, it sort of is his will
There are several answers to those questions
Oh, Cas
Yikes
That's horrifying
Oh, Dean...
I don't think he is
It wasn't your fault, Dean
Also, John was not a righteous man
You're gonna regret that, Alastair
Oh crap
This isn't gonna end well
Cas to the rescue!
That's concerning
Wake up, Dean
This isn't good
Sam!
I actually believe that
He's got a point
That's not good
That's horrifying
Cas is concerned
Oh, Dean...
'shouldnt' doesn't make it better
I'm sorry, Cas
It wasn't a demon
That's a scary thought
Oh, Cas, no...
Oh. Maybe he has it right
Hey, maybe Uriel is starting to get better
Far from it
Oh, Cas...
No, that's not what's happening here
Cas...
Team Free Will
Detective time
Something helped him
Wait. Is he implying Uriel did it?
Is another angel
Well crap
Uriel, all you're going to get is the Empty
Wait. Is this an older/younger sibling situation?
That's insane
He does care, actually
Don't do it, Cas
That's a weird way to put it
Go Cas!
They're angels, and they've resorted to punching each other
Ouch
That'll change, I think
Heresy
Anna!
Take his angel blade, give it to the Winchesters
Whoa
Pfft. No
Nope
Dean, honey, no...
Dean, you can't think like that
I believe that
Oh, he sounds so terrified
He didn't
Huh. His eyes really are blue
Dean, no...
Oh, Dean...
Now we're both crying
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