#big scary cas suddenly turned into big soft scary cas

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   “   THIS  IS  NOT  ALL  OF  ME  .   ”     castiel  ,  at  least  this  light-brimming  ,  chimera-faced  version  of  him  ,     has  a  cryptic  way  around  speech  that  turns  it  into  a  double  slyness  ,  an  acronym  growing  in  and  out  of  his  silence  .  in  the  hollow  spaces  within  expression  .  ellie  must  be  afraid  of  what  she  doesn’t  see  ,  of  what  he  could  reveal  himself  to  be  ,  and  with  reason :  under  the  burning  feathers  ,  the  angel  extends  far  beyond  this  plane  .  he’ll  hide  himself  in  brightness  ,  two  sets  of  wings  covering  all  the  horns  and  convex  runes  and  impossible  niches  god  has  wrought  into  the  fire  of  his  body  at  birth  .  that  explosive  ,  wonderful  birth  .  

mostly  ,  he  doesn’t  want  to  scare  her  .  mostly  ,  he  wants  her  to  be  safe  .  �� “   YOU  SEE  ONE  SPECKLE  OF  MY  EXISTENCE  ,  ELLIE  .  I’M  NOT  SURE  YOU  COULD  HANDLE  THE  REMAINING  1,9  MILLIONS  .   ”   he  has  no  trench  coat  now  to  give  him  that  aura  of  unkempt  goodness  ,  and  no  human  body  either  .  but  still  with  his  thunderclap  of  a  voice  and  two  wings  alight  with  a  white  and  blue  fire  reaching  out  for  the  girl  ,  he’s  still  cas  .  who  cares  for  her  ,  truly  .

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Midnights - Steddie

It’s Steve who falls first, but only because Eddie doesn’t allow himself to fall at all.

He likes Steve, he’s intrigued by Steve, by the way he talks, the way he looks, the way he wears a certain denim vest like it’s been designed to fit him much better than it ever fit Eddie.

Eddie likes the way they got closer, initially talking about Vecna and the horrors they’ve been through, but eventually steering towards more mundane topics, the things they like to do with their free time; they compare their music taste and start organizing movie nights. Sometimes, they’ll hang out at Eddie’s and have a smoke.

And one evening they’re all having some drinks in the Harrington’s living room, Robin and Nancy sitting cross-legged on the carpet and Eddie half sprawled on the couch when Steve emerges from the kitchen with a new round of fresh beers for everyone. Eddie straightens up as Steve lets himself plop on the couch next to him and passes him a bottle, smiling at him softly, their hands brushing just for a moment longer than necessary.

And oh.

Oh no.

Eddie smiles back, and he hopes it doesn’t look as forced as it feels, while his heart skips one too many beats.

He has to catch himself before he downs the whole beer in one go.

This cannot be happening. Him, Eddie Munson, cannot possibly fall in love with former king Steve Harrington.

He just can’t let that happen. Because how could Steve, beautiful and sweet Steve, ever be interested in the town freak. Steve, who so easily charms the people around him with a simple smile, who could have anyone he wants at his feet with minimum effort. Steve, who used to go on countless dates and suddenly, after the battle with Vecna, stopped asking girls out and gave no explanation.

Eddie decides he’s going to break his own heart before Steve gets a chance to go anywhere near it.

And that’s why, in the following weeks, he makes himself smaller. It’s a difficult task, against his nature, because Eddie is big and loud and he’s aware of the space he can take up in a room, but as soon as Steve is in the same space, Eddie gets ever so quieter and he tries not to gesture around too much and he does everything in his power to avoid Steve’s gaze as much as he can.

He has to, he could never resist the softness in those big brown eyes. And if he let his guard down, then it would all be over.

So, he turns around before seeing Steve waving at him when he sees him, he doesn’t notice the way Steve’s own smile dies on his lips every time he fails to make eye contact with him, he doesn’t let himself take in the way Steve laughs at his jokes, as if he could listen to Eddie talk for days and never get bored.

It's Dustin who notices, and one day he corners Eddie and tries to understand what’s going on between them, why has he been avoiding Steve like the plague.

Apparently, he hasn’t been as subtle about it as he thought.

Eddie doesn’t know what to say, which is scary because he’s not one to ever remain speechless. Dustin just sighs, pats him on the back and tells him to please figure it out quickly, because he really can’t take anymore of Steve looking like a sad puppy every time they all hang out together.

It squeezes Eddie’s heart, how deeply Dustin cares for all of them, and he promises that he’ll try.

He fails. Miserably, spectacularly, he fails.

Steve tries to get closer to him at gatherings, tries to talk to him like they used to, and Eddie feels like he could jump out of his own skin because of the jolts of electricity Steve’s voice sends down his spine. It’s the glint of hope in Steve’s deep brown eyes, the way his hair falls so perfectly on his forehead, the heat of his body that scorches Eddie even if they’re not nearly close enough to touch.

It's inebriating, Steve’s presence, it feels like it took all the space that Eddie gave up on when he was trying to make himself disappear a little bit at a time. It’s too much for him to handle and he has to leave, he has to get outside, get air in his lungs.

Because he can’t possibly fall in love with Steve Harrington.

He makes up a half assed excuse and walks out of the Wheeler’s basement and into the night, the sharpness of the cold air hitting him with a force he doesn’t expect.

He only manages a few steps before something else happens that he doesn’t expect.

“Eddie, wait!”

He freezes in place at sound of the voice he longs for, the voice he dreams about every waking moment and that rings in his ears every sleepless night. The same voice he’s been trying to escape for weeks.

He turns to find Steve looking at him almost desperately, his face a mixture of confusion and hurt.

“What did I do wrong?” it breaks Eddie’s heart, the way Steve will immediately put the blame on himself even when he’s done nothing wrong. He wants to reach out, reassure him that no, he was never the problem, that if anything he’s the solution, but Eddie’s lips are sealed shut. Again, speechless.

So Steve keeps talking because there’s nothing else he can do, and he just pours everything on Eddie, how he thought they were really starting to get closer and comfortable around each other, how much he valued Eddie’s presence in his life, how confused he felt when Eddie pulled away as briskly as he did, how it hurt him to not know why, because he cares about Eddie, he cares so much and he’ll forever kick himself if he’s wronged him somehow and-

It's pure word vomit and Eddie doesn’t know how to react and it’s like his brain short-circuits. He closes the gap between himself and Steve and does the only thing he can think of: takes Steve’s face in his hands and kisses him.

It’s extremely awkward and full of teeth as Steve huffs in surprise, his monologue cut off mid-sentence, and Eddie’s systems immediately go into panic mode because oh Jesus H Christ what the hell is he doing, but Steve hasn’t punched him in the face yet so he counts that as a minor win.

He pulls away and it takes all the courage he can muster to look up. Steve looks like he got tazed, eyes wide and face flushed, his lips open in a surprised ‘o’.

“I’m sorry, I-”

It’s Eddie’s turn to be cut off as Steve grabs the hem of his jacket and pulls him back in for another kiss, this one softer, deeper, their tongues meeting as their bodies are pressed together and it’s everything Eddie has dreamed of and more.

They separate again after what feels like an eternity, foreheads touching as they smile like idiots, Steve still holding on to Eddie’s jacket like he’s not going to let him go now that he’s finally got him.

Eddie’s okay with that.

He finally allows himself to fall in love with Steve Harrington.

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A/N: I'm sleep deprived and the new Taylor Swift album is out so here's the consequences. I haven't done any editing because I'm too tired but I hope you'll like it!

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Lovely - Dean Winchester x fem!reader part 4

So this is more of a fluffy chapter, a resolve.

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Bobby had gotten a few things for the bathroom that he thought he would need for (Y/N)’s first shower topside. He hadn’t had a woman in the house in a very long time so he had been a bit confused when he had gone to the store. (Y/N) had found two-in-one shampoo and condition and the tried and true Irish Spring soap, brand new and waiting for her. She also found a pink loofa that had a smiling face plush attached to it. It was a simple gesture but it made all the world to someone who had been tortured for what felt like years.

From what she had learned, she had been gone for five months. The idea that fifty years had gone by in the span of 5 months made her head hurt more than it already did. Sam and Dean were just outside the door, speaking in hushed voices, very much an oxymoron. 

“You-... You mean Dad did this?” Sam asked, “He tortured her?” 

“Keep your voice down,” Dean hushed him, “Yes, okay? Cas said so himself.” 

Sam paused, “I mean, what do we even say to her?”

“Let me handle it alright?” Dean said, “I’m gonna make dinner tonight. Try to get some normalcy.” 

“So... We bring her back to life just to kill her again with your cooking.” There was shuffling before it went silent again. 

-

After getting dressed, (Y/N) made her way downstairs slowly. There was a part of her that was still afraid that this was all a dream. That John would appear at any second to kill her again. Bobby had laid out clothes for her to wear, they must have been his wife's old clothes. They smelt slightly of moth balls, but the comfort of them was enough.

She found Dean in the kitchen, stirring a pot of wonderful smelling gumbo on the stove. From the light inside the over, she could see slices of bread toasting, glistening with butter. 

“Gumbo, huh?” Her voice was soft, even though her physical body hadn’t made the trip to hell, it still felt like she had been screaming forever. Her throat felt like it was coated in dry blood. Dean looked back at her suddenly, then smiled, turning back to the stove. 

“Uh yeah, recipe I found lying around the place.” She came closer, inhaling deeply with a smile. It was a familiar smell, but something she couldn’t quite remember where she had smelt it before. 

“Smells good.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Uh...” He said awkwardly, setting the wooden spoon on the stove, turning the burner to low, “Sweetheart, I know you probably don’t want to talk about it-” 

“It was your dad.” She cut him off, knowing exactly what this conversation was going to be about, “Just as scary as you told me he was.” She leaned back on the counter, “The first couple months I made sure to tell him what a terrible dad he was to you and Sam. I told him what happened to Adam. So... He took to ripping my tongue out every time I was brought back to life.” 

“Babe...”

“Then I stopped screaming. Didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction. So... one day, you showed up. In hindsight it was probably him. But you killed me for a couple months. Then when that didn’t work anymore... He killed you in front of me and told me that it was my fault.” 

“It wasn’t real, you know that.” He reached out instinctively, but pulled his hand away when she flinched. 

“But it was real. Everything I felt, feeling your blood on my face as John slit your throat open. It was real. I couldn’t save you, just like I couldn’t save Abby.” She avoided his eyes, knowing his big green eyes were looking over her like she was on the verge of madness. 

"Sweetheart, Abby wasn't your fault." He said softly, "She took your hand, ready to leave with us. Your mom is the one who changed everything."

"Even if she had come with us, she would have been taken with Sam to Azazel's demon child daycare, and she would be dead." She shrugged, looking over the window above the kitchen sink. The sun was getting low; night would be upon them. She didn't know how she would sleep. Even the idea of all the nightmares she would have wasn’t making her excited. 

Before Dean could say more, (Y/N) walked out of the kitchen and into the empty living room. She wanted to be alone, to sit on the couch, stare at the wall, zone out. It was going pretty well so far. She had become immersed in the smell of the cushions, it was reminiscent of whiskey, probably from glasses split when Bobby dozed off on the couch. A warm blanket being wrapped around her shoulders brought her out of her trance, Castiel appeared, sitting in a recliner chair across from her. 

“Thanks.” She smiled, hugging the blanket close, folding her arms over each other. He nodded at her, sitting in silence. She started to focus on how different her forearm felt. It felt more delicate, too thin. She looked down seeing pink scarring on her arm in the shape of a hand. 

Showing her arm, she smiled: “This your handy work?” 

“Yes.” He said gruffly, “You and Dean are matching.” 

Yeah...” She sighed, covering her arms with the blanket, “Thanks for saving me, Cas.” 

“Of course. You’re my friend.” He smiled a little, “I know that you would do the same for me.” 

“Maybe not as quickly, but I’d get there eventually.” She chuckled, then the smile faded, “How are you?” 

He sighed, rolling his shoulders, “Trips to Hell, they aren’t always pleasant. But this time was the hardest.” 

“Did he hurt you?”

“He tried.” He looked up, “However, Meg was very persuasive with her baseball bat.” The thought that Meg had taken a wooden bat to John made her feel better in a way. 

“We’ve created a potion for you to sleep tonight.” He said, easing the tension in her shoulders, “Maybe we can find someone to put a block on those memories.” She nodded along, not wanting to think about the possibility of blocking out a part of her life. Not that that particular part of her life was something she wanted to remember. 

- 

As much Sam tried to get them all to join them to dinner, (Y/N) politely declined and found herself a seat on the front steps of the house. Being out in the middle of nowhere South Dakota meant that the bright lights, big city hadn’t affected how the stars shined. It seemed like there were more stars than sky. 

Soft creaking on the wooden porch told her that someone was coming up behind her. It was Dean, two ceramic bowls of gumbo in his hand, a slice of bread and a spoon dipped in. He sat beside her, offering her the bowl. She took it with a soft nod. Dean stayed silent, nodding and diving into his meal. He always ate his meals quickly, something he learned from his childhood. The quicker he ate, the faster he would get full. 

Finally she took a bite and as soon as those flavors hit her tongue, her whole body froze up. She hadn’t tasted this in a very long time, the first time she was a kid, far from home.  Ellen’s gumbo recipe. She could remember Jo and herself watching her stir the large pot, not at all measuring spices, cooking with her heart. 

Squeezing her eyes shut, she pulled the spoon from her mouth, her shoulders jerking from sobs bursting from her throat. 

“Hey.” Dean said around a bite of bread, “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” 

“I love you.” She said suddenly, opening her eyes to look at him, “I love you so much.” 

He finished chewing, a smile gracing his face. So much so that he had to bite his lip to keep from smiling too hard. 

“I love you too, sweetheart.” 

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Dean Winchester’s Lonely Ex-Boyfriend Club (AO3) 

​Description: Ficlet. Dean and Cas are getting married! Pretty much everyone they ever met is attending, and that includes exes - some react more maturely than others. Inspired by all the headcanons I have seen about Benny and Crowley at the wedding. Some background about Dean/Benny in Purgatory, bitter Crowley, implied wedding hookups, and of course some cute Dean/Cas fluff.

“So… finally settling down with that angel of yours now, are you?” Benny teased in his soft voice, leaning on the bar.

Dean took a swig of his perfectly ice-cold heaven beer and looked over his shoulder with a fond smile at Cas, who was dancing wildly with Charlie and Gabriel, margarita in hand and wearing approximately half a button up shirt.

“Looks like it,” Dean sighed proudly and shook his head at how unbelievably lucky he was (now that he thought about it, how unbelievably sappy he was too). He huffed a short laugh through his nose at his damn happy self and took another sip of his drink.

Benny appraised him thoughtfully. “Well, you sure look happy.”

Dean nodded and tucked his chin down sheepishly, eyes crinkling. “You know, I really am, man. I really am.”

It was surreal how happy he was, actually - totally foreign and amazing. It wasn’t like he never had a happy moment before in his life, he’d had several, but there was always this voice in the back of his head saying ‘this is only temporary’ and ‘you’ll lose this - probably sooner rather than later.’ But that little voice was gone now. For the first time, Dean was truly at peace. Like some kind of zen master, appreciating every god damn second of his hopeful eternity. There was some real hippie shit going on inside of him right now.

“It was a long freakin’ road getting here,” Dean continued, lost in his own amazement, completely starry-eyed. “I mean, you were there for part of it, so you have some idea. But I never thought… I mean, damn…"

Benny’s signature smirk didn’t waver, but there was a sadness in it too. “And here I thought you were lovesick before, mate,” he joked.

“Oh, shut up,” Dean smiled back, actually having to fight off a blush thinking back to all those times Benny teased him about his affections for Cas back in purgatory - affections which Dean vehemently denied at the time (kinda hard to do when you're crying out a dude's name in your sleep every damn night).

Dean took another large swig of beer, as Benny’s gaze intensified over him - humor and a hint of soulful longing. Exes at the wedding, man… awkward.

But Benny was family, who earned his spot in Dean’s life and his invite to the wedding… just as much as any other guest; more than some of the other guests actually. Like Crowley, for example who was nursing a tumbler of whisky a couple seats over.

If it wasn’t for Benny fighting by his side so loyally as a trusted friend, through the muck and the dark, Dean might never have found Cas in purgatory.

And if Dean was being completely honest with himself (which he was trying to make a habit of, nowadays), Benny helped him in more ways than one. Turns out Dean had needed a big strong vamp with an accent to lead him into some no-strings-attached temptation in purgatory. Under pretense, of course, to maintain plausible deniability.

'Come on boy, we've both got needs and we're not exactly flush with options in this wasteland.’

'We gotta let off some steam every now and again if we wanna stay sharp.’

'What happens in purgatory, stays in purgatory.'

‘Nothing to be ashamed of, love. And don't worry, I won't bite. Unless you ask nicely.’

Apparently, Dean needed that nudge to help him let go of some of that inner shame that kept him from truly accepting that he was attracted to men. And more importantly, Cas.

It probably wasn't normal to invite your ex-vampire fuck buddy to your heaven wedding to your angel best friend, but when had his life ever been normal?

Benny was a crucial player in putting Dean on the right path, into the arms of his angel. And that was all that mattered, so Dean was grateful.

Benny’s constant teasing about Dean being in love with his ‘mysterious angel boyfriend’ made him come to terms with the fact that he had real (scary) feelings for Cas that couldn’t be denied, and made him realize (too late) that he was in love with Cas, as the portal spat him out with Cas still trapped on the other side.

Not too late, he realized suddenly, looking back over his shoulder, floored by the easy smile on his Cas's face as he spun Claire in a circle, in a clumsy imitation of swing dancing. He would have to interrupt soon and teach Cas some real swing-dancing, get some more one-on-one time with his husband.

His goddamn husband.

“I must say…" Benny interrupted Dean's thoughts before they could drift into a domestic daydream, "there were plenty of times I thought, Dean buddy, Hot-Wings clearly aint worth all this trouble,” he shook his head affectionately. “But lookin’ at you now, I figure I was wrong. Happy looks good on you, my friend.”

“Thanks, man,” Dean beamed, holding up his beer for a toast. Benny clinked their glasses together amicably.

“Oh spare me,” Crowley grumbled next to them. “If I have to hear one more heartfelt expression of love and respect, I might just puke all over this cute little reception.”

They both collectively ignored him. Crowley took this as a signal to down the rest of his drink and order a refill with a demanding snap of his fingers.

"Your angel better treat you right," Benny said, politely flagging for a refill of his own.

"No doubts about that," Dean assured.

Suddenly, Cas was at his side, tugging at his sleeve. "Dean!" Cas enthused. Instinctively, Dean tucked him closer into his side and gazed lovingly down at Cas and his endearingly excited expression. "Claire is setting up something called 'limbo' - the dance, not the metaphysical plane. I'm not exactly sure what it entails but I am told it is a tradition."

"Damn right, it's a tradition!" Dean grinned. He couldn't wait to watch Cas do the limbo. Oh, and they had to do conga line at some point. There were still so many human things he wanted to show Cas. A lifetime of things. "Wish my knees weren't so fucked. The limbo's one of the rare things I completely suck at."

Cas cocked his head and squinted his eyes, in the most beautifully Cas way. "This is heaven, Dean. You no longer have any physical ailments or limitations."

Dean pondered that for half a second. "Well, in that case…" he pulled Cas in closer and placed a kiss beneath his ear. Cas melted into him and Dean couldn't wait to get him alone after the festivities, their honeymoon could last for eternity if they so desired. "Might as well take these bad boys for a test drive."

Dean, blissfully happy, dragged his equally blissful husband to the dancefloor, completely forgetting his manners and leaving Benny chuckling at the bar without so much as a 'see you around'.

"Typical, is it not?" Crowley drawled, swirling his drink. "Fool takes one look at that bloody angel and disappears."

"I hate to tell you this, pal," Benny said, sauntering into Crowley's space. "But the jealous ex at a wedding doesn't usually get much sympathy."

"I'm nobody's jealous ex!" the demon growled.

"My mistake," the vampire returned flirtatiously. "Six tequila shots for me and my new friend, please," he ordered casually, without taking his eyes off Crowley.

Crowley raised his eyebrows questioningly, looking Benny up and down with new intrigue.

Benny shrugged. "Open bar. No point sulkin' around all evening." He pushed a shot glass in front of Crowley with his knuckle. "Aren't demons supposed to be the life of the party?"

"You should know I take challenges very seriously..." Crowley threatened, a smile gracing the corner of his lips for the first time all day.

"Countin' on it."

"Well then. To being the life of the party," Crowley announced suavely, lifting the glass from the bar.

"Cheers," Benny agreed, and they downed the hatch.

If they snuck off together at any point during the evening, nobody noticed, too busy paying attention to the happy couple.

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April Contest Submission #10: Green Like Flowers

Words: ca. 4,000 Setting: Modern AU Lemon: No CW: mild angst

The train whistled as it left the station. A piercing scream, cutting through the dewy darkness of early morning. Birds, startled awake from their nightly slumber, took to the sky. Fleeing like their wings were on fire, up and away from branches that were all but safe a few moments before. Their small black bodies quickly lost to a sky that had not yet been kissed by an unforgiving sun.

The engine chugged, rhythmically turning large, cold steel wheels. Pulling both itself and its posy of railcars along with it. Quickly picking up speed, outside one of the windows; a dog ran alongside the tracks. His tongue hanging outside his large muzzle, flopping with each bounding leap. He ran on a well-worn path, a frequent activity. The further the train went, the more he fell behind until Elsa could no longer see him. So too did the path fade. Giving way to leaf-covered ground and sparse trees. The click-clack of the train melted into nothing, like the ocean waves when one lives by the sea.

Elsa Settled into her seat but dared not to rest. Her mind racing fasting then the landscape outside the window. The train was still mostly empty, many seats were vacant. She glanced around, taking everything in without fear of looking creepy. The floor was carpet tiles, frayed on every edge but free of at least large debris. The seats, two on each side of the aisle, were a worn blue fabric. Each headrest was adorned with stark white doctor’s table paper. Fluorescent lightbulbs of varying shades of white and yellow had been illuminating the narrow walkways, now dimmed. Allowing the high-backed seats to cast long shadows.

A few rows back an older man sat slouched in his seat, his fedora, which had seen better days, was pulled down to cover his eyes. The ghost of a beard was painted across a jaw held tight by clenched teeth. Next to him, an older woman sat, knitting with the speed of a youth long past. She was counting to herself or perhaps singing. Her thin lips moving in unison with dancing needles. So the yarn was tugged and so too the corners of her mouth.

In another row a small child was fast asleep, curled into his’s mother’s side. The woman’s head tilted back, mouth agape. She wore what looked to be a brand new hoodie, a large sports logo plastered across the chest. It wasn’t a team Elsa recognized, the child shifted slightly, and they too wore a matching hoodie.

Elsa turned back so she was facing forward once more.  She glanced out the smudged windows to see the faintest hint of light, peeking over the horizon. And she took a moment to marvel at the fact she had to travel North, then West, then South, then West again just to reach the opposite coast. All the years of human advancements and there still wasn’t a train that simply went East to West. Instead, it zig-zagged across rivers, over the plains, and through mountains.

A movement to her left caused her to turn. A man about her age sat restlessly in his seat. Large headphones completely engulfed his ears. One hand clutching a phone, the other gesturing wildly through the air - pointer finger and thumb fully extended with the remaining fingers ever so slightly curved inward. His voice was barely above a whisper, Elsa had to strain to hear the words which were choppy, loose, but forever moving forward like a rushing stream over stones.

Just then the door between cars slid open, spilling the outside in. Chains rattled, wind blew, the click-clack of the track demanded attention. And standing there, a young ember, sparking as intense eyes surveyed the nearly empty train car before settling on Elsa and finally flicking to the seat next to her. The door closed as if in agreement and the woman floated over. Two copper veins of braids framed a speckled face. She smiled and sat down without asking.

“I’m Anna,” she said, it wasn’t a comment or an introduction, it was a commanding statement. She was Anna and whoever she was, Elsa had no choice but to deal with the sudden intrusion.

“Elsa.” She replied, trying to match the other’s tone.

This earned a nod from Anna, her head tipping back, chin raised for a brief moment before landing in neutral again. Silence settled like a heavy fog. Elsa was never good at small talk. Through the defining silence, she heard the ticking of knitting needles and soft rap lyrics start again. Nothing from the mother or child, this new woman’s entrance had not been enough to wake them from slumber.

“Where are you headed?” Anna asked, keeping her voice low.

“San Francisco,” Elsa replied, trying to ignore how much the woman’s eyes stabbed right through her.

“Oh what?!?” she paused to take a breath and bring her volume back down. “I’m going there too, maybe we can be train buddies!”

And suddenly the flames that protected the young woman from the outside world parted and Elsa saw, not a commanding bitch of a woman, but an innocence - a kindness that she hadn’t seen in a person in a long time.

“Buddies,” Elsa repeated slowly as if tasting the word for the first time.

This earned another smile from Anna, who had either not noticed Elsa’s lack of enthusiasm or chose to ignore it.

“Well it’s what like, 15 days to get from here,” she pointed beyond Elsa to the series of trees whipping past the window. “Aaaall the way over to there. So I think, it would be nice to have someone to talk to, have meals with, maybe exchange playlists…”

“I mean I don’t know,” she pulled her arms in like pulling a trenchcoat closed. She dared not to let the demons out nor let any new evil in. She hated meeting new people, hated that period of time when stupid questions are asked. Hated, even more, when the friendship was temporary, formed for convenience rather than growth. Why spend all that time putting cereal in a bowl piece by price only to find out theres no milk.

Elsa was not yet old in the traditional sense, but she had lived many lifetimes. Broken enough hearts and had enough hearts be broken, both from love and friendship, to waste even more hourglass sand on the freckled book in the seat next to hers.

“No offense but I don’t really know you.”

Anna laughed, a full-bellied laugh that had her eye squeezed shut and her head tipped back against the paper covering the headrest. Elsa felt her face start to numb and fought the urge to bounce her leg. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she turned her head to study the trees.

“We can be train buddies while we get to know each other. Like, we might as well anyway, seeing as we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other anyways.”

Elsa didn’t turn her head, “It is a long train.”  

“Yes and no, the length? Sure. But there’s the cargo cars, the sleeper cars, the dining cars, the private cars, and THEN there’s the passenger cars like this one. Sooo I think I’m gucci when I say; we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

“Gucci?” Elsa turned, pulled by the odd choice of word. She was met with yet another smile from her unwanted companion and she regretted turning at all.

“Yeah you know, ‘it’s gucci’ or ‘it’s all good’ same thing.” Anna shrugged but otherwise didn’t move, oblivious to Elsa’s inner turmoil and discomfort, instead, she used this as an opening. Like a racer who finally found a way to pass the leader.

“So, let’s just get all the weird basic stuff out of the way. I’m Anna like I said. I’m from Tennessee, born there, lived there, and went to school there. My favorite color is green. I don’t have any pets or siblings. My parents are divorced but they kinda get along. And I fly drones and do photos for realtors. In my spare time, I like watching movies and pretending to read.”

Behind them, the child resting against his mother stirred, his muffed words, likely exaggerated, were somehow loud enough to be heard over everything else. When his mother didn’t respond, he yawned louder till she awoke will a start. Immediately the child leapt up and took off running towards the door Anna came through. Elsa feared he would open it but he waited, bouncing on his heels till his mother, groggy with sleep and not yet aware of the world, shuffled over. Together they disappeared through the door.

“Aaaand you?” Anna asked. Elsa sighed, the reprieve caused by the commotion had ended and she found herself backed into a corner. She had to at least give some answer or she feared the girl would never leave.

“I’m Elsa, I am from the East Coast. I have a master’s degree. I enjoy the color blue.”

  A few beats passed, the train clicking along the tracks. The sun was higher now, its warm beams reaching out at greedy fingers, casting golden whispers within the other girl’s braids.

“Wait, that’s it?”

“Yes.”

“I told you so much more. Are you one of the people who can’t open up and I have to ask a bunch of questions to get them to talk?”

Elsa flinched, she was one of those people. But she didn’t like being called out so directly like that.

Anna smirked, catching the flinch. “I’ll make it less of an interrogation and more of an exchange, so it’s not so scary, alright?”

Elsa nodded, it was actually a good solution to this trap she was in, as much as it pained her to admit that.

“I’m moving to San Francisco or the outskirts at least. What about you?”

“More or less, the same.”

“I have a job lined up with a big real estate firm downtown, I start at the end of the month. And you?”

“At the end of the month, I will be starting my job as well.”

Anna sighed and shifted in her seat, readying a new approach like a hunter with a spear. “So why the train?”

Elsa felt her face redden and she mumbled a quick “I just felt like it.”

And in the spear went, embedded deep within. Its jagged backwards teeth holding it in place. It wasn’t a good answer. It was a very bad answer, one that said too much without saying much at all.

“Oh come on, that’s not an answer!” Anna waited a beat for Elsa to answer before pressing further. “So I’ll ask again, why the train? And this time, no mumbling,  I need you to say it… out loud.”

Elsa exhaled through her nose. And opened her mouth to speak before closing it again. She was at the crossroads of telling a stranger a lie or speaking the truth into existence for the first time. Giving a name to the shadow of guilt that hung over her, maybe it would let go and take with it this spear. Maybe still the light that so gently clung, in a smooth loving caress to Anna’s skin would, if only for a moment, grant her one kiss of its warmth. And so she chose the path, and took a deep breath, and pushed forward.

“I left my husband at the altar. I packed as much as I could into a few pieces of luggage, and hopped on the first train headed west.”

For once, since their meeting, Anna was quiet and Elsa suddenly felt the need to fill the silence.

“I left him my car and anything I didn’t pack, like the dog and my piano. I quit my pointless job as an actuarial analyst via email right before I boarded the train.”

Anna exhaled loudly and blinked purposely a few times before speaking, “You.. wow. Just left everything behind huh?”

“I wanted to get out of town quickly. I couldn’t breathe.” Elsa tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“So you chose probably the slowest mode of transportation to go across the entire country, just because you ‘felt like it’?”

“I figured it would be a fun adventure and give me time to think.”

Anna laughed, “You mean to brood?”

“I didn’t say that”

“Come on Elsa, you weren’t seriously going to mope and look dramatically out the window for 2 weeks were you?”

“Well, when you put it like that, I guess not.”

“Meaning, yes Anna I was but you called me out on it and now I don’t know what to say. Right?”

Elsa made a face, she had known this woman for less than an hour and she was already so far in her head that Elsa might as well charge her rent. But saying her, what she now saw as reckless and impulsive plan, out loud was freeing.

She felt warmth on the back of her neck and turned back to the window to see the sunlight set fire to a field of corn. Brown wispy tops of long green stocks danced in waves, long endless rows bent and swayed. A lone tree in the middle of the field broke the pattern, the stalks that had come to worship at its feet paid the price for being in the shade. They were shorter and more sparse, yet the further from the tree, the more they grew. The further away from the city, the train went, the more Elsa felt like those corn stalks away from the tree.

  +++

The dining car was busier, packed full of life and people. All of whom were in various states of dress. Some sporting loose-fitting sweats, wiping sleep from their eyes. Others in formal business attire, already on their third cup of coffee and 7th morning briefing. The clicking of their keyboards and monotone voices of video calls faded into the conglomerate of sounds contained in the frankly small space.

“Can I get you ladies anything this morning?” a younger woman in uniform asked, she placed two small, single-page menus in front of Elsa and Anna, who each sat on opposite sides of a small booth.

“A coffee and some toast, please.” Elsa handed the menu back, she hadn’t bothered looking, it was a simple basic order that she never struggled to find anywhere she went.

“Umm,” Anna on the other hand was scanning the menu up and down, trying to decide. “Orange juice and a coffee and a bagel with butter instead of cream cheese. Please!” the woman smiled and took her menu, continuing down the row.

It wasn’t long before the food and drinks arrived. Elsa put one sugar in her coffee and sipped it slowly. Outside the large, clean, windows of the dining car, there were vast sprawling fields. It had been only a few days since Anna became her companion and nearly that entire time, the train had seemed to be continually chugging through the same boring field. So much for seeing the country.

Anna dumped several packets of sugar and a few creams into her coffee before taking a large swig and chasing the hot liquid with orange juice. She made a face and busied herself with her bagel.

This is how their mornings went, and it was a comfortable enough routine.

+++

“So listen,” Anna said. They were back in their seats in the passenger car. “The next stop is going to be a long one, apparently there’s a delay further up the tracks and they’re holding us at this next station for a few hours.”

“Yes, I know this. I heard the announcement too.” Elsa mused

“Yeah ok but listen, they said 4 plus hours right? So I googled things around there and I found this!” she handed Elsa her phone, on it was a photo of a waterfall with text below that mentioned a hiking trail.

“I don’t hike, plus I don’t think we have time anyway.” “We wouldn’t BUT! This,” she jabbed the phone screen. “Is a 10-minute walk from the station. See it’s part of a hiking trail but the station itself is a rest stop for the trail. So we’re going.”

There was that commanding presence coming out again. If the waterfall was so close to the station itself, Anna did have a point. So Elsa agreed.

An hour or so later they were stepping off the train onto a dusty brick platform. To call this a station was being generous. There was a small building, which contained two single restrooms, and one vending machine that looked like it hadn’t been serviced in years.

A soft hand grabbed Elsa’s forearm and she found herself being pulled away from the building and towards the beaten path to the waterfall.

+++

“You know, when I left home. No one checked on me. No one text or calls. Not even from my would-be husband.”

“Not text or even a Facebook message?”

“Nope.” Elsa left out a sigh. “I’m not surprised honestly. People say I’m difficult to get to know. At the wedding, the bride’s side was nearly empty. The few people over there just sat there because the groom’s side was full and they wanted a better view.”

Anna picked up a small pebble and tossed it into the stream, it made a soft plop sound before sinking below the surface. “Why did you guys want to get married then?”

“Well,” Elsa chewed on her lower lip for a moment before answering. “When you’re in business people expect things from you. It’s incredibly outdated and sexist too. But you’re expected to have a wife or a husband, expected to have children, expected to own a home, or at least rent somewhere nice. Have a good, clean car, new tech, nice clothes. All those things.”

She paused to copy Anna’s move with the pebble but missed the water completely, the small stone disappearing somewhere in the woods.

“We met at a company gathering and didn’t hate each other. Our drinks were the same, we watched the same evening news, had the same mild interest in the local sports team. It was enough to bolster a conversation. We started dating a few weeks later.”

“What about the wedding?”

Elsa laughed or at least made a sound that was like a laugh. “We had been dating for 2 years. And when I saying dating, I mean we were each other’s plus one to events, and we had dinner together at the nice restaurants. He was up for a promotion, asked if I wanted to get married and I agreed.”

“Wait what, he didn’t romantically propose?”

“No, we were never really intimate. A kiss here and there, maybe a night over to relieve stress. But if I’m honest, we spent most of our time apart and doing our own thing.”

Anna picked up a stick and picked at the bark, her brows pulled together and the ghost of a frown on her face.

“Did you love him?” she asked quietly

Elsa didn’t answer right away, choosing instead to turn her attention to the waterfall. Finally, after a few long minutes of silence, she answered. “No. No, I didn’t love him. And I would bet everything I own that he didn’t love me either.”

This time Anna sighed and scooted closer to Elsa. “You deserve to be loved, Elsa.”

“I’m not sure I even know what love is.”

Anna stood and walked in front of her field of view. Hands on her hips. “Sure you do!”

Elsa responded by standing and making a face.

“Elsa love isn’t a contract, it’s not a business proposal. It’s work and it’s hard but it also good and warm. Love is telling someone about your day and them listening and offering advice. Love is watching a movie together and laughing at the stupid parts. Love is holding someone while they’re sick and telling them dumb jokes to make them feel better. Love is a lot of things, but what love isn’t is convenient.”

“He was very convenient…”

“But was he love?”

“No.”

Anna reached out and took Elsa’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. “It’s okay, you know? You’re going to be okay. Fresh coast, fresh start.”

“Fresh coast, fresh start?” Elsa repeated, confused.

“Yeah, you’re moving to the West Coast, fresh coast, to start anew, fresh start.”

“Fresh coast, fresh start.” Elsa said again, “You know what, I like that.”

Anna beamed and that warm feeling prickled on the back of Elsa’s neck again.

+++

“So we have the colors all picked out, purple and green. And my dress is white but it’s ever so slightly green like it will catch the light, it’s so pretty.” Anna said. They were back in the dining car, having just finished dinner. About a week had passed since the waterfall adventure and train was rolling again. This time outside the window the fields were broken by large rocks and streams. Anna had her phone out, swiping through photos of her wedding prep.

“You sound excited,” Elsa commented, taking a sip of wine.

“Oh, I am! It’s going to be a lot of fun…” Anna looked up suddenly and stared right at Elsa. “You should come!”

“You don’t have to invite me.”

“Oh please, we’re like practically sisters at this point. Like I know what brand of tampon you used and I know that you snore when you sleep.”

“That’s… that’s a weird thing to know.”

“Elsa, everyone snores, pay attention, I’m forwarding you the rsvp so you can fill out what type of food you want.”

Elsa had to smile as she pulled out her phone to answer the email. “What a strange trip this has been. One day I’m running from my own wedding, and now I’m getting invited to a stranger’s.”

“Not a stranger, a friend,” Anna added, smiling warmly.

“A friend,” Elsa repeated, genuinely returning Annan’s smile.

“You know I was just sitting in the dining car, having a coffee and playing a pointless game on my phone. When I suddenly just felt this pull to leave. And I followed it blindly till I saw you. Then it’s like everything clicked. I think we were meant to find each other.”

Elsa was quiet for some time, considering this. Anna had swooped into her field of vision and hadn’t left since. And for once she didn’t mind the company. That warm feeling was back and with it, Elsa found herself agreeing. “I think we were meant to find each other too.”

+++

In the morning they would be arriving in San Francisco and would be going their separate ways. It was likely they wouldn’t see each other again. Sure, they had exchanged numbers - but in a city of 3 million people, it was easy to lose a single soul.

She didn’t want to lose Anna though. This blaze of a woman who dared to knock down Elsa’s walls with a bulldozer. She had never really had a close friend, and as Anna, asleep on her shoulder, stirred in response to a dream - Elsa couldn’t help but wonder if this is what it felt like to be loved.

Anna shifted, reaching out her hand, searching for something. Fingers moved with a purpose, slowly curling and uncurling until their ship reached the harbor. And she wrapped them around Elsa’s hand, holding firmly, as if she was once again reading Elsa’s mind and was too, afraid to let her go.

Elsa decided then and there, that this time would be different. This time she wouldn’t close the door on someone. She gave Anna’s hand a slight squeeze, causing Anna to nestle into the old woman’s neck.

Elsa turned to watch the lights from the city fade into the darkness of the desert. Her neck was warm and this time it traveled down and warmed her whole body. She ran a thumb over Anna’s hand and smiled.

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The Mask of Death Chapter 14 - For Her Sake (Vader Being Scary Fanfic)

Bail Organa had never been so terrified. He felt the layer of cold sweat damp and clammy against his forehead, his lips drawn into a strained grimace to prevent them from trembling. He had been through war zones, kidnappings, terrorist attacks and assassination attempts. He had aided Jedi fugitives Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi as they went into exile, right under the nose of the newly announced Emperor Palpatine. He had adopted the daughter of one of his best friends in the wake of her tragic passing, and was actively raising her as his own. He had seen the child’s father murder younglings, in the name of The Dark Side. What he hadn’t counted on was for said adopted daughter to grow to resemble her father more and more with each passing day. She had her late mother’s political lenience, her debate skills, her keen intellect, her dark hair and brown eyes. But she had her biological father’s dry sarcasm, his stubbornness, his nose for trouble, his courage.

Anakin Skywalker died on Mustafar, Obi-Wan had said. At the very least, he had been left for dead, consumed by flames. Perhaps, Obi-Wan had known that was a lie. Perhaps, he had known his former apprentice lived albeit a changed man.

Bail had never been as closely linked to Anakin, he’d been Padmé’s close friend and although Anakin had always been polite and easy to make conversation with, there’d always been a barrier he couldn’t penetrate. Sometimes, he’d wondered whether Anakin was jealous of his friendship with his secret wife - something he wouldn’t find out about until much later. Either way, whereas Obi-Wan and Yoda had deemed Anakin Skywalker to be dead as soon as he transitioned from Jedi Knight to Sith Lord - Bail didn’t share their opinion. Perhaps Obi-Wan had loved the boy too much to see the darkness in him, but Bail has noticed his dull edge early on. What little he had gathered from Padmé when she would mention him, had only served to further his suspicions.

Bail had been wary enough, knowing he’d need to keep his daughter, Leia, under wraps to hide her potential from the Emperor, were she to have inherited her father’s Force abilities. That was trouble enough, knowing the power of Palpatine whose cunning intellect had played both sides of The Clone Wars right into his own hands. No, worse yet was this.

Leia was all of six ars old, and while Bail would have preferred to leave her behind on Alderaan with either his wife, Breha, or a handmaiden, or nursing droid - her big brown doe eyes pleading with him to attend the senate banquet with him had made him cave. It might be dangerous, but she hadn’t displayed any latent Force powers so he deemed it safe enough. She was his daughter, there was no reason for anyone to suspect where her biological heritage might come from. Except, once they arrived - little Leia dressed in a baby blue, frilly gown with puffy sleeves, befitting of her status as crown princess of Alderaan, and a sheer embroidered silver scarf resting over her narrow shoulders - the banquet had turned out to be preceeded by an unprepared gathering. Apart from Bail Organa himself, the small party involved Mon Mothma of Chandrila, Gall Trayvis, Burla Pao, Adrian Loto and Lafreeda Zint - all member of The Imperial Senate, as well active members of the organized secret Rebel Alliance. That in itself was enough to make Bail break into a nervous coldsweat.

Still as the less than unwitting senators settled down, realizing far too late it may be a trap rather than an actual briefing - they were joined by three additional party members. The first two, Bail knew all too well. Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin, with his receeding silver hair meticulously combed back; his piercing, steel gray eyes scanning the faces of each attendant. His thin lips twisted into a callous smile, as he gave a curt bow of greeting before settling down at the head of the long table. The warm mahogany shades of the unusually well decorated dining lounge seemed so much less inviting, his presence bringing everyone up on their toes. Bail felt Leia’s big, dark eyes study his expression as she peered up at him from the spot on his lap where she sat poised; before her gaze travelled over to Tarkin’s gaunt, lanky form.

Hard on his heels strolled the newly appointed Captain Rae Sloane, whose prestige had gained her favours to climb the ladder after her aid had helped retract the Emperor himself unscathed after an assassination attempt over Ryloth; lead by a close ally to Bail himself, twi’lek freedom fighter Cham Syndulla. Her frizzy dark curls were tied back into a neat, tidy ponytail and she held her head high, confident in her newfound position. Bail had no doubts she possessed the ambition necessary to make a name for herself. It was the person to follow after her, that made Bail’s heart drop into his stomach. He gulped, and bit back the bitter taste of bile that welled up in his throat; hands suddenly unsteady as he held Leia closer to his body, as if that would help secure her. It didn't ease his nerves.

Captain Sloane sat down on the chair next to Tarkin, looking suspiciously like his right hand woman, and the small smirk on her painted lips suited her. The third guest the Imperial party had brought along, no doubt as an intimidation factor as he cared little for politics, opted to stand silently to the left side of Tarkin’s chair. His strong arms were folded nonchalantly across his wide chest, the constant sound of his respirator giving off a rhythmic pattern - breathing in and out in steady intervals. Behind the trio, at least a dozen stormtroopers, armed and ready, loomed outside the hydraulic doorway. They stood immobile, the door locked on open as a grim reminder of their presence. But Bail didn’t even glance at their gleaming, polished white armors and helmets. Instead, he found it difficult to tear his eyes away from Darth Vader; as the enforcer of the Emperor hovered like a makeshift harbinger of death right behind Tarkin.

Anakin Skywalker is dead, the Jedi exiles had said. But Bail had seen the holo recording, he had seen Emperor Palpatine - Sith Lord Darth Sidious - deem Anakin his new apprentice. Darth Vader, he had been dubbed. And Darth Vader was very much alive.

There were no physical remnants of the man whom the girl queen and senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo had fallen so madly in love with. Gone was the unruly dark blonde hair, the stormy blue eyes, the cocky smirk, the boyish attitude. Instead, Vader came across more like a reaper. Clad in all black, billowing cape trailing behind him. Taller than Anakin had ever been, by at least a few inches. Bail remembered Anakin had been shorter than him, but Vader made even him and his six foot three frame feel small; forced even him to tip his head backwards to meet the Sith Lord's gaze. Except, Vader’s gaze existed only as a pair of crimson, opaque lenses as eye holes for the face plate he wore. A mask, and helmet, concealing his identity. Making him unreadable, unpredictable. The mask itself eerily reminiscent of a human skull, with exaggerated and accented angles. As Bail peered uneasily down at Leia, he noted that her eyes, too, were glued to Vader’s form.

“I suppose it’s about time I explain the idea behind our little rendez-vous,” said Tarkin’s shrewd, authoritative voice.

“Please, do,” Mon Mothma agreed, faking a rather believeable smile as she invited one of her least favourite people in the world to take the lead.

Vader didn’t move. Bail wasn’t sure whether he was listening, or simply lending his physical form as a prop for intimidation. Even as Bail tried his best to pay attention to Tarkin’s lengthy speech of the Emperor’s supposed faith in this exact group of Imperial Senators - a blatant lie they were all aware of - he failed to maintain his focus. Instead, he carefully watched Vader out of his periphery; feeling Leia squirm, unruly on his lap as she began to get bored and restless with the drawled lecture.

“I was not aware there would be children present,” interrupted an unimpressed Vader, his tone booming and powerful as it ricocheted off the walls - in response to Leia’s annoyed grunt, as she attempted two wriggle loose from her adoptive father’s vice like grip.

“I’m terribly sorry, Lord Vader. Senator Organa was not aware of your direct involvement, we were summoned on the behalf of the annual banquet, as you are aware. He came prepared for the festivities,” Mon Mothma was quick to inject; and Bail stifled a small sigh of relief.

“I see. It is… unfortunate, that he lacks adequate foresight,” Vader replied, the short pause drawn out and premeditated, and Bail felt the hairs at the back of his neck rise.

To calm himself, he gently smoothed back Leia’s soft fishtail braid, looping it through his fingers and she huffed in protest.

“I apologize, with all due respect. This is my daughter, and while I agree that it is not an optimal arrangement, there is little else I can do at this point,” he quickly said, to hopefully mend the situation and direct the attention away from himself and back towards the issue on the table.

“I was under the presumption that you have little trouble gathering up servants upon request. A nurse would hardly be inssufficent for a man of your status.”

Vader seemed to go for a matter of fact delivery, but his voice was as monotone as ever, filtered through the vocalizer as it altered his naturallyspeaking voice. Anakin had had a cheeky, but soft tone - sometimes whiny, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes kind. The dry sarcasm persisted, but all else seemed to have ebbed away until only the unnatural baritone of the modulizer remained. Vader shifted a tad, hooking his thumbs casually into his belt and Bail had to force himself not to clear his dry throat when he realized the man’s head was tilted ever so slightly in his - and subsequently Leia’s - direction. The words were a thinly veiled jab, but Bail didn’t reply. Instead, he carefully bounced Leia a bit on his lap to amuse her and she seemed to relent for a moment, though she was back to fiddling with his laced fingers, determined to break free.

“Either way,” Tarkin picked up where he had been cut off, “ there is in fact a reason this security debriefing was deemed a necessity. The banquet will transpire as is tradition, but I was tasked with informing your particular parties of suspected terrorist activity in your immediate sectors. You are not being accused of anything, neither are you presumed to be involved with these nefarious activities. But, it is our duty as Imperial sovereigns, to warn you on behalf of the Emperor himself. Unfortunately, he will not be able to attend the festivities, much less this brief meeting. He does, however, send his best regards and my only priority is to forward his deepest condolences.”

It was nothing they hadn’t heard before.

In fact, Bail could count the very few and far between appearances the Emperor had made in person since the day he was announced as such. He blamed his physically marred features for his unwillingness to attend social ceremonies. Bail nodded, only half listening.

It was uncomfortably cold. A frigid, dry, jagged sort of icy chill lingered in the tense air. Before the Imperial trio arrived, the company had been warm and friendly, though poignant with suspicion. Now, the space seemed cramped, constrictive and suffocating. As Bail tried to focus on the culprit of the eerie, uneasy sensation - he found its source without really trying. Stinging, piercing, sharp pin pricks emanated from Vader’s direction. As if his very aura, his Force signature as the Jedi called it, was oozing off him. As if the sensation of dread was part of his very core, as if it was emitted from him in a cloud of invisible, foggy haze. Its shadow fell upon the small group, trapping them in despair, contempt and an awkward stillness. Peforating every inch of their perimetry.

That was the moment little Leia chose to make a break for it.

With an agile twist, she rolled around full body and slipped promptly out of her father’s now slack grip. Bail flinched, already reaching out for her to restrain her yet again, but she ducked and avoided his hands. In an instant, all eyes were first on the viceroy's helpless expression as his clumsy hands fumbled through empty air for his daughter’s tiny form. Then, they travelled over to Leia who had already managed to slip underneath the table; dive between Sloane’s legs to crawl under her chair, and pop up right in front of Vader. He towered over her, even as he too appeared to be staring at her petite figure. Her cheeks were tinged pink, the cold of the room nipping at the tips of her ears and nose. One tiny hand clutched at the lace embroidered along the hem of her lavish dress; the other was thoughtfully rubbing her little chin as she tipped her head so far back, she nearly toppled over to peer inquisitively up at Vader.

Bail was up on his feet in the blink of an eye, scrambling as he took a few rushed strides towards his daughter - and the Sith Lord. Vader regarded the small child, head tipped forward to grant him a better view through his seemingly cumbersome head piece. He said nothing, and Bail noticed the green and red blinking lights of Vader’s belt reflected in Leia’s large, dark eyes. He didn’t dare look away, didn’t dare tear his gaze away from the visage of his daughter standing in front of a child murderer, a monster - and unbeknownst to both her and him, her biological father. Bail’s outstretched hands retreated slowly, and he curled them into fists for lack of anything better to do with them. He let out a small gasp through an open mouth, and watched as it came out in a cloud of condensation. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted Tarkin’s amused expression, one silver eyebrow quirked at the display.

“You’re cold,” proclaimed Leia in a high pitched tone after what seemed like an eternity. "You could get sick."

Vader did not reply, but neither did he ignore or brush off the comment. Bail felt his heart hammering wildly against his ribcage, as he watched in awe while Leia promptly reached up to slide the flimsy fabric of her decorative scarf off her shoulders with a shrug. She pouted, determination furrowing her fine brows as she stood on her tiptoes.

“This will help,” she declared proudly.

Wobbling slightly, she raised her arms as far as they would go only to tuck the frilled end of her little ornate scarf into the crook of Vader’s sturdy elbow. He stood unrelenting, and Bail wasn’t sure whether he should be horrified by how uncanny the child’s resemblance to her late mother was when she smiled; a wide, toothy beam revealing the missing front tooth. He felt fear pooling in his belly, his stomach churning and his face pale as Leia took a step back to admire her handiwork and thoughtfulness. She clapped her hands, pleased with herself. Vader’s hollow eye sockets shifted to stare first at the small girl, then at the scarf that was barely wide enough to reach around his arm where it rested draped over his elbow. Then, whatever spell had transfixed him seemed to wear off, as he turned his head to lock eyes with Bail. Even through the face plate, Bail could readily feel the intensity and weight of the bewildered glare he was rewarded. It took all his resolve not to shrink back; his concern for Leia’s safety winning out as he hurriedly closed the gap between them to scoop his daughter up into his arms, and settle back down in his seat. Tarkin was first to break the tension, as he chuckled at the unexpected display.

“You have raised a quite remarkable child, Senator Organa,” he said, his tone an odd mixture of snide and amused. “Let us hope she will grow up to develop your sense of propriety.”

The rest of the meeting progressed rather effortlessly, a tirade of threats and insinuations hidden behind a facade of protocol politeness and curtesy. Bail had heard it before, although the knowledge that the Imperial fleet had detected suspicious movement around the Alderaan system did nag at the back of his mind as a foreboding warning. Leia settled down, silent and obedient as soon as she had carried out her mission. The room was still freezing cold, but Leia was warm to the touch; her skin soft, and her head heavy as she rested it against her father’s chest. Soon, she drifted off into the light, easy sleep only a satisfied child could muster. Her expression remained proud even in her sleep, as a dark brown strand of hair fell into her chubby little face. As the party said their goodbyes, concluding the meeting, Bail gathered up his sleeping daughter to close to his chest - protective and paranoid.

When Bail exited, last in line, Vader lingered just outside the hydraulic doors. Tarkin, Sloane and the troopers were already retreating down the hall in the opposite direction - no doubt to touch up on their own appearances before the banquet come evening. Bail hoped Leia’s nap would give her enough energy to enjoy herself, seeing as there were more likely to be at least a few other children in attendance for her to play with. He hoped it'd help her forget the encounter, he didn't look forward to her asking questions about the Dark Lord. Still, as he moved to swiftly pass Vader, a chill went down his spine and he instinctively stopped; an inherent need to adress the man screaming at him to tread lightly.

“Lord Vader. I must apologize for my daughter’s brash behaviour. She can be rambunctious, she has a mind of her own. It will not be repeated, I assure you,” he said, in what he hoped was a respectful voice as he turned towards the other man to face him.

Vader stared dismissively down at him, his head tilting downwards as his gaze shifted to the sleeping Leia. She snored quietly, mumbling something intelligible as she rubbed her cheek against her father's frock. For a fretful instant, Bail felt terror wash over him as he dreaded the thought that perhaps Leia’s obvious resemblance to Padmé was not lost on Vader. Perhaps, he had put it all together. Perhaps, the effort that had gone into hiding Leia’s true parentage had been in vain, to no avail.

Hesitating, Bail held his breath as Vader reached into the left side of his inner robes - only to pull out the little, frail scarf he’d been offered. It was wrinkled, comically tiny where it rested across the Sith Lord’s large, gloved palm. He held it midair for a short moment, as an offering; as if unsure of what to do with it - and Bail took the opportunity to force out a hushed ‘thank you’, relief washing over him when he gently tugged at the end of the fabric and it slid effortlessly out of Vader’s loose grasp.

“Indeed. I would expect as much. For her sake,” Vader said as a reply to Bail's earlier attempted apology, and the impact of those words were not lost on him.

Without further ado, Vader turned on his heel to stalk in a quick pace down the same corridor Tarkin and Sloane had disappeared along. Heart still thundering away in his chest, Bail watched the black shadow of his form disappear in the distance, menace of his presence dying away with it. He knew what that threat meant, and he was determined to honour Vader’s assessment.

After all, Vader didn’t know the entire truth - and he was no stranger to spilling blood of the innocent youth.

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So, I love the installments I've written for Leia and Vader so far in this fic, and I wanted to write something from Bail's POV. What better than to have him fear for his daughter's safety the very first time she is introduced to Darth Vader? Leia is so young, she doesn't remember this encounter later on and whatever she may recall she would chalk up to a fever dream or childhood fantasy. Bail, of course, never brings it up again except for to Breha in secret.

Hence, my explanation for the existence of this chapter. Most of all, I wanted a different angle and take on the dread Vader emanates, and I'm glad to have another installment of this series out. It's been forever!

Enjoy!

Ao3 link below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24049894/chapters/69212226

[gray-is-neutral]

Supernatural

a fan fiction pt.4

Cas’ POV

Feelings are odd. It’s funny how a few little chemicals can effect your whole way of thinking. There is still so much I don’t understand about humans, but I’m pretty sure they don’t understand it themselves. Humans can’t choose what they feel, and even though they know this, they get mad at the other fir feeling the way they do? Why can’t these things be rational?

But there is no rationality for how I feel for Dean Winchester. It’s self destructive, addictive, and insane. It caused me so much grief, but I don’t want not to feel this way for him.

We all have our additions. Alcohol, drugs, sex, demon blood, but my poison gives the best high. It’s soul crushing and I love it. Being in love with Dean Winchester is literal hell, but it’s paradise too. How does one explain that? Most days, I would gladly punch him right in the nose, but that thought makes me sad.

Looking at him now, the Empty didn’t matter. It was horrible. I was in pain, and I just wanted to stop existing. He looked at me, and like every time, my heart melted.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked. He wants to talk about the confession. I was so happy I told him, but that was when I was just going to die right after! I didn’t need to deal with the possibility of rejection. Why does this feel so bad? What the...fuck? Yes fuck! What the fuck is this? Why? Why are emotions so hard?

Now I’m worried what Dean feels for me. I mean, he went to the Empty to save me, and then, “Then I’ll stay with you.” Did he mean it? Was he just trying to motivate me? Would he have stayed in the Empty with me? Forever?

He didn’t even tell Sam, however. I was the one to tell him, and I’m regretting that I did.

“You’re in love with Dean?” he asked surprised. “I admitted that I did. I thought he would have told you?” I said. “Dude. It’s Dean. He would rather get on a plane and sky dive into a volcano than talk about feelings. No chic flic moments, remember?” Sam had said and smiled. “Yeah, I remember,” I told him.

“If you ever think about sacrificing your self for me or anyone else, I will drag your ass back from the dead to kill you myself,” Dean said. I looked at him. He looked relatively normal, but his eyes told a whole other story. Deans eyes always have what he calls “Chick flic” moments. He won’t say a word, but his eyes would scream what he’s feeling.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I said, feeling myself relax. Sam was right. “Dean won’t be able to just come out and talk about his feelings. He just...can’t,” he had said. Dean’s experience in love has been Hell. The lack of live from his parents. Loosing Lisa and Ben, and being forced to be responsible for his younger brother like a parent would, Dean’s....love map? Yes, that is what it’s called. His love map isn’t right. He’s still learning, and how can someone love another person, if they don’t love themselves first?

“We’re back with pie!” Jack yelled as they entered the bunker. It was hard to believe that he was God now. I looked at the child I helped raise. Dean regrets everything he’s done and said about him. He loves Jack, and I know he wishes he could take it all back. Maybe we can all start to actually heal now? No more big evils. Just family, and time.

“Hell yeah!” Dean said. “Uno?” Sam said, walking in. “Really?” “Well you two were taking forever,” said Dean. “What were we supposed to do? Braid each other’s hair?” Dean said, digging in the grocery bags for the pie. “I also have liquor!” said Jack, a little too proud of himself. “I can drink even though I’m God, right?” he asked.

“I guess we couldn’t stop you?” Sam said. I smiled despite myself. I missed this most of all. I was never letting this go again. It was too perfect. “We got the movies! They’re scary movies!” Jack anounces as he finds himself a place on the couch. “Hurry or I’ll start it without you guys!” he called. “I’m making popcorn! Wait!” Sam called.

Dean was getting a piece of pie, as I was looking for ice. “Hey I know angels don’t normally eat, he said, taking a huge bite of the piece he cut for himself. “But do you want a piece? It’s pretty good,” he said. “No I’m good,” I said. “Good, I didn’t want to share,” he said. He had pie all over his face. I held a straight face, and then imagined us like a scene in a movie. He would ask if I wanted any and I would kiss him, and say something teasing. Like, “You had enough on your mouth.” But then I thought that would be disgusting.

He walked out of the kitchen to claim his seat of the couch as Jack got up to get something. Probably candy.

“Dude he is definitely in love with you,” said Sam, joking. “He just doesn’t offer pie,” he said. “Your not funny. Leave it alone Sam. “I thought you two were together now?” Jack asked.

I honestly would have rather been with the Empty. No amount of torture could compare to this. I am getting better with expressions, I think.

“Stop that,” I said. “Can’t we just enjoy a movie?” I said, as Sam grabbed a six pack of some kind of beer. “Yeah, sure,” said Sam. “Opposite sides of the couch!” Sam yelled as Jack laughed. He wasn’t sure why he was laughing, just that it was supposed to be funny.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room. “What are we watching?” I asked. “Some horror movie,” he said. “Y’know, you aren’t obligated to hang out with us. You did just come from the Empty. If this is too much for you-“ “No,” I said. “I was isolated. I don’t wanna be alone,” I said.

He cleared his throat as his brother sat on the other side of him. “I got this!” Jack said, making the movie play with his mind. The kid is literally God, but he is so amazed that he has powers, isn’t that...sweet? Jack may be God, but he’s still Jack.

The movie played and Jack soon realized he didn’t like horror movies. “It’s a ghost! Salt! Why won’t they get salt?” By the third movie, Sam had fallen asleep and Jack was deep into the movie. I didn’t really care for it, but I was happy just to have this. This is normality. Movies, junk food, our family. It was perfect.

I noticed a sudden solid warmth on my shoulder. Dean had fallen asleep. How many sleepless nights had he gone through? He’s never fallen asleep like this. Not this vulnerable.

I smiled. Never mind, now it is perfect. I relaxed into this normalcy. I don’t sleep, but I closed my eyes to let myself take in the peace.

Suddenly, the Tv went to static. “Is your party super boring?” a commercial voice said over the tv. The people that looked like children look-alikes of us agreed, upset. “No problem! Just invite your good friend! Gabriel!”

“Heya boys, miss me?” Gabriel asked.

...

“How are you-?” Dean started. “Me? I’m good,” he said. “Castiel!” he said. “This is an exciting day for us, isn’t it?” “Gabriel, how did you?” I started. “Get pass the warding? Oh I just hitched a ride on that lil’ CD, now let me help you boys out.”

Suddenly, we were in a club setting. The place was empty. “You guys don’t have many friends, no surprise, but uhh how’s about some entertainment?” he said. Exotic dancers, male and female, appeared. “Gabriel!” Sam yelled, having had enough.

“Oh!” he lightly tapped his head as though he had forgotten something. “Sorry Sammy, is this more your speed?” We heard a confused scream. Eileen appeared from no where. “Sam!” she called upon seeing him. “Oh wait! Sorry you two broke up right? How’s this?”

A woman in a doctor’s uniform appeared. “What the fuck?” she said turning around quickly. “Where the hell am I? What just happened?” she said. “Enough!” Jack said. We were suddenly back in the bunker, but so were Eileen and the woman.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jack God sir,” Gabriel said, innocently. “I just wanted to express my gratitude,” he said. “For?” Sam asked. “Why? You saved me!” Gabriel said, dramatically draping himself across Sam. “If you hadn’t woken me up, I would have never escaped the Empty!”

“What?” Dean said, shaking the glitter from his hair. “My new bestie, Sammy boy here, threw those fireworks right by my head. I woke up and high tailed it out of there,” he said. “Did anyone else escape?” Jack asked. “A few low-level demons. Some low level angels. Crowley, Michael, Luci-“ he said.

I could have cried. Never, we can’t just have one normal night can we? “Don’t worry,” said Jack, taking Gabriel by the shoulder. “You guys help them, I’ll handle things really quickly,” he said and just like that, he was gone.

“Jordan!” Dean exclaimed, going to her side. So this is Dr. Jordan Blake. “What in bloody Hell is going on around here?” she demanded. I looked at Sam who was trying to talk to Eileen, it was in sign language, so I didn’t understand.

“I was in New York, and I’m where now?” Dr. Blake asked, trying to make sense of it all. “Look,” Dean said, gently embracing her. “If you stay for just a minute, we can talk and I will explain everything,” Dean said. She nodded and he cupped her face.

Eileen just wanted to leave. Sam offered to drive her home, but she said no. It was hard to tell how they felt about the other. Sam seemed to want to be with her, but Eileen seemed to want to forget recent events. I didn’t blame her because I understand wanting to forget. She felt used and forced. Now sh egg doesn’t know how she feels or felt. She doesn’t know if it was real. But did forgetting what happened also mean forgetting Sam?

Jack soon returned and took Eileen home. “Call me?” Sam asked. “Maybe,” she said quitely. Then she was gone.

I looked at the doctor, but soon noticed his young shr was. A little younger than Sam. I felt a pang of jealousy. He was so soft with her, but then I thought about the way he looked. It wasn’t how he looked at Lisa. It was how he looked at Jo or Sam.

He saw her like a sister, and for a second I was jealous of her. This is pathetic.

Dean gave her the her the speech. “Angels?” she huffed. “Of course it’s angels,” she laughed. “If I hear another thing about angels tonight,” she said.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked her. She rose her shirt to show the same tattoo that Sam and Dean had. “You’re a hunter,” said Sam.

This was going to be a long night.

[devintrinidad]

I haven't watched it Akadama Drive the way through. But I have seen a lot of it. It's almost too gorey for me. But the visuals are a real treat and it definitely has the cyberpunk cool factor down. Swindler was a great main character! (I never shipped her with Cutthroat. I knew the psychopath was that. A psychopath and I bet he was going to turn on them at anytime. And he did! Never be distracted by the childish antics pretty boy serial killers!). 

I'm interested in the future of AD. I heard the last episode was getting a special Directors cut including a alternative ending. I also heard the AD creators were happy to hear AD is doing well in the west so fans are wondering if that means their hoping to make a S2? I don't keep up with AD news so I'm not sure if that's their intention or not. But I did hear a fan theory that S2 could be about the bad guys using technology to bring at least of the main characters back to life (considering Swindler had a religious themed death and both her and Courier's bodies could easily be recovered. Plus revival through tech is such a Cyberpunk staple) because Brother and Sister are still targets and they were would where to look for them. 

So maybe AD still has a bright future ahead with more content to explore the world (I honestly think Hacker could easily be a main character in any sequal). 

Onto the CAW/AD verse.

I could totally see 3803 being this epic biker chick.... Who gets lost easily. But because she does all these crazy stunts, her enemies (who don't know her yet) think she's planning everything to confuse them. X D 

I could see 1146's akudama name being Bodyguard. Because when he's not acting like one for 3803 and Platelet. He's taking up bodyguard jobs for anyone who needs them. For the right price and reason. If you're a scumbag who hurts innocent people, he'll kill you on the spot. But be nice enough to return the moneyto your corpse. Unless 3803 or Platelet needs something, then he'll strip you of all your dough and leave you penniless. He has a very ruthless rep. But he's so good at what he does, his help is in high demand. Ecspecially for someone who needs a bodyguard they can trust (and they know they aren't or won't act like scum around him to earn his wrath). He's fine with helping criminals. Just not ones who do a lot of harm to innocents or are involved in nasty business like trafficking or something.

Story wise things change up.

The way I see things here is that Cancer is the one secretly in charge and why things are so wrong. He's this absolute monster of a human being who gained immortality hundreds of years ago. He went nuts and caused wars and blew up the moon. He wants all the power and has created societies in his own twisted corrupted image (basically his dream in canon coming true here). But he's noticed after awhile things always go bad under his leadership and nearly everything dies. Instead of starting over again and again. He's decides to find a way to force everyone to become immortal like him so that even if they're killed. They'll have no choice but to come back to life like he does. If he has to suffer this, then so does everyone else. 

That's where 3803 and Platelet come in. For decades, Cancer has been collecting and experimenting on people in secret in order to figure out how to gift them with his immortality. 3803 and Platelet are surviving lab rats who managed to escape during a explosion happening in the building. 3803 is the closest he's come to achieving his goal. 3803 would later tell 1146 she has no idea how immortal she is and it scares her to death that she might be unable to die like Cancer. All she knows is that she can take a lot of damage and recover in time. She's been able to age a little. But she hopes she's not being paranoid about looking younger and smaller for her age (Macrophage, another Akudama who knows her secret, tells her it's common for girls like her to look younger then they are and that she has gotten bigger since they first met. But 3803 is still a little concerned). 3803 also has no idea about Platelets status in all this since she's never been badly hurt and she's aged normally. But she's also never gotten sick a day in her life and she was put in the same cell as her. The scientists saying all she needed was a little tweaking and they'd both be closer to becoming their goal. 

Ohhh, I didn't even think about 4989 and the others being 1146's enemies. I assumed they'd follow his lead eventually. Say they're dissapointed in him. Because yeah things are corrupt. But that's no reason to become a criminal and abandon their dreams of making the city a better place. They weren't there when he turned traitor so all they've been told is he got beguiled by some witch (3803 gets a very exaggerated and unpleasent rep along the Executioners for turning their top soldier against them. 1146 was already having serious doubts on his own but the organization puts the blame on her regardless). Eventually they get told by a superior officer if they can capture both 1146 and 3803 alive, they'll take 1146 back instead of executing or throwing him in jail. They'll strip him of his Akudama name and only punish him by putting a bomb collar on him until he redeems himself to them. It's not ideal. But for their friend they'll take it. They do eventually find and fight 1146 and even manage to knock him out and tie him up. They're prepared to fight 3803... Until they meet her face to face. From the rumours, they were expecting this buff scary woman who could rip their faces off. Instead they meet this determined but petite girl who looks like she'd hurt herself trying punch them. Even worse she's holding this little scared crying girl calling her big sis in her arms. They're the picture of defenselessness and it's suddenly making them not comfortable with this. This goes two ways: either they decide to cool down for a sec and let 3803 and 1146 explain themselves and then make the choice to leave and become akudamass too. Or, they harden themselves and take her anyway. 3803 promises to come quietly if they let her little sister go (they don't suspect Platelet is the Akadama Bomber). 3803 is hoping if she goes alone, She can at least convince Cancer Platelet died years ago and was a failed test subject. They agree and 3803 has to push Platelet away and yell at her to go (she knows she'll go to Macrophage so she'll be fine) because Platelet knows what's happening and is desperate enough to almost throws a small bomb at them (but 1146 would get caught up in the blast and 3803 glares at her to obey so she doesn't). The WBC squad does feel bad since they're not used to dealing with vulnerable women and children who can't fight back. 

When 1146 wakes up in a room with his superior officer telling him he's back and not getting a bomb collar. He's getting brain surgery and it's a surprise what that's going to be. Needless to say, 1146 is pissed beyond words. He's going to be forced to be their top dog somehow again. Platelet is alone and scared. 3803 is going to be carted off to Cancer so Cancer can make things even worse. Needless to say he manages to make his case to his friends who see definitely now know being a Akadama is better then this. Half of them go to rescue 1146 before he gets brain surgery and the others go get 3803 before Cancer can.

That's my idea of it anyway. Cause the WBC squad would actually be really good akadamas.

Now when it comes to 1146 fighting allies a lot. My initial idea was before he left, 1146 was the best of the best alongside NK and Killer T. They were the power trio that stood above the rest with a 100% success rate in missions once all three worked together. But unlike the WBS squad. They stick to their Executioner roles. I see this because in CAW canon, despite being softies inside, both Killer T and NK have this 'don't get chummy with civilians' mentality. Killer T ecspecially getting on 1146 for wanting to interact and go soft with them. In AD verse, NK and Killer T ultimately believe the Executioners are a nessecary evil at worst because the world needs them to be (Idk, you can keep the germs and make them monsters that Executioners have to fight to keep the city save too. Of course all of them are secretly made by Cancer to convince the most 'noble' of Executioners to keep the corrupted status quo).  When 1146 left, they took it personally. Particularly Killer T. NK keeps things more professional, but both want Roto resolve things with 1146 and see it as their duty to take him down. They don't believe 1146 about the whole conspiracy of a immortal Cancer ruling the world and doing all this other unbelievable stuff. Even when they see 3803 surviving a lot of damage, they chalk it up to her having access to some high tech she stole. Either way I'm conflicted on them being tragic villains who refuse to stop fighting 1146 and capture 3803 under orders or villains who get redeemed at the end. 

But Akadama Killer T. Tell me more? What's he like?

Other stuff-

Macrophage is called Hacker. Both because she can hack her targets into pieces with her axe and because she's a famous computer hacker. She found 3803 and Platelet years ago after they had escaped from the underground lab. She was reasearching for fun what the base was and discovered its use for making immortality. She took the two girls in to raise as if they were her own and trained them how to survive as Akadama (more so 3803 since she's older). When Macrophage isn't a assassin for hire, she's using her hacking abilities as mission control for 3803 when she's on the job. She helps her not get too lost and handles money transactions. They see her as the mom they never had despite that she's really only around 14 years older then them. 

Platelet loves blowing things up. She likes building things too. But bombing things helps her little family out more. She'll often plant tiny bombs all over the city and has Macrophage use her computer to keep track of them so she can detonate them when she sees a use to (like blowing up anyone chasing 383 while she's on her motorcycle). She adores 1146 and loves having him be part of her family. Partly because he's so strong and protective she doesn't have to worry as much about 3803 as much with him around. It's unknown just how much the experiments affected her too. All that's known is she's never been sick and barely needs any sleep to operate and always has nothing but energy to spare. She gets scared easily when 3803 might get taken away because her big sis has always been there for her and she's terrified of Cancer destroying her life and family again. If she lost 3803 she doesn't think she'd known how to live ob without her.

Cancer refers to all his experiments as his children. He calls 3803 and Platelet his daughters in particular and plans on having them back and fully like him so they can be his perfect family. He's actually known them since they were babies since, before they escaped, they've spent most, if not, all their lives in his care at the lab.

In this verse, 1146 is a much more aggressive pursurer of 3803's affections. He's still shy about making moves and acts stoic. But it's apparent he's interested in her early on and after awhile he makes no secret he wants to marry her. It always surprises her when he talks about wanting to marry her because he's too shy to flirt with her or even ask her on a date. He's both unable to make the first move, yet is very blunt about his desired intentions. She on the other hand is more hesitant. With her unknown immortality status, she's afraid she can't grow old with him and would deny him a normal wife. He simply says he wants her and no one else will ever do. 

3803 feels bad about him becoming a criminal. He's fighting his friends and comrades and has a huge life sentence on him all because he protected he. He tells her even if he has never met her. He knows sooner or later he would have left on his own and been branded a Akadama. Meeting her just have him another reason to believe in protecting others. Plus she does let him live with her and her for free. She still tries to pay him for his services when he protects her on the job. Initially he takes the money. But after too long she finds out all he does with the money is buy her things she was planning on getting later anyway. He basically was doing her errands for her. She gave up after that. 

 1146 is very protective of 3803's secret and has killed people over it to protect her. Those people being top high level Executioners who are in on Cancer's existence and his plans. 1146 knows the moment Cancer can get 3803 and confirm her ID. There's going to be a lot of trouble. He's made it a goal to either turn those people to his side or kill them all until there's no one left. When Cancer hears of this, he calls him a kind killer. 

Macrophage once jokes 1146 should be called Husband instead of Bodyguard because that's what he acts like with 3803. All overprotective and lovey dovey. He hates it when other men flirt with him and scared them off. 

Cancer is actually more aware of 3803 and Platelets activity then anyone thinks. It's just that he's immortal so time is a little for him. He kind of enjoys watching them hide and run and wondering how far he can push 1146 in his efforts to protect them. 

That's all I got I think. Putting in Cancer kind of changes things up but I also think he strangely fits in there very well. 

Any other ideas you have?

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Oh my! It’s been a while since you’ve made such a long and lovely submission! First things first, yes, Swindler is best girl!!!

Heheh, I found Cutthroat/Swindler to be somewhat cute, but I had a feeling things would turn out for the worst when the team ultimately separated after Doctor’s betrayal and the fight with the Executioners. It was a pretty cool dynamic and I love how Swindler ultimately turned the tables on him.

(I’m a bit leery as to why he could see her “red halo” from so far away, but I suppose it was due to insanity/supernatural influences).

And yup! There was going to be a director’s cut. A Youtuber actually translated the tweets that directors had regarding the director’s cut and discovered that it was going to be an extra seven minutes of footage and would feature scenes that would help flesh out the last episode more.

It’s super interesting.

LINK HERE

Ooohhhh, a season 2 where we can see best girl and Courier to come back??? To be honest, I like the series where it stands. It had a message, stuck with it, but managed to punch it all in with masterful animation techniques and storytelling. One of the characters that I think would definitely come back, should probably be Hacker. He was a god of cyberspace and savvy with technology.

Someone once speculated that he’s smart: he would definitely upload a backup of himself somewhere.

(Another person thought that Hacker must have saved himself on Swindler’s phone because his drone icon was there after his final parting gift).

I think the best way to add onto the series would be to revisit their backgrounds? Then again, I checked out the available manga chapters that have been translated thus far, and it seems they might delve a little into that territory.

Maybe a one shot episode where we get to see all the Akudama go about their daily lives where they sometimes interact (unknowingly) Durarara style (another great anime you should watch if you have the time).

Hacker as main character??? Yes please???

3803 would definitely do crazy tricks, hahah. She’s simultaneously skilled and unskilled with her bike. She’s like the... Captain Jack Sparrow of the series except instead of being drunk all the time, she’s somewhat clueless and innocent.

Bodyguard is such a lovely name. Like... I can picture it and it really fits. Not only does it satisfy his canon role of protecting, it actually helps him from actually killing too many people unnecessarily. He’ll do it if he has to, but his main goal is to protect his charge, not go after any assassins and whatnot.

Ooooohhhh, I love Cancer here! You make him out to be some terrible god of destruction and chaos and I absolutely adore it. And the motive for immortality makes more sense in this au then in the canon for AD, hahah. But yes, I imagine after years of destruction and infamy, he would definitely feel lonely and bitter.

So of course, why not drag the rest of humanity down with him?

3803 and Platelet both being somewhat immortal beings? Yes??? And Macrophage being one of their true confidants? Also yes??? (WHERE ARE YOU GETTING ALL THESE GOOD IDEAS???)

I know later on you’ll talk about Macrophage being a hacker (because of major hacking skills in tech and in killing), but what about this: she’s the Doctor from AD. Not a backstabber, but one who was somewhat affiliated with the idea of immortality. Maybe she was one of the scientists who helped raise 3803 and Platelet and after discovering that all the rest of the experiments died and only two remained, she decided enough was enough and got them out of Cancer’s hold.

Hmm... how about we combine Hacker and Doctor to create Scientist instead? She’s cold and ruthless underneath her ladylike vibes, but she truly does feel for the plight of 3893 and Platelet.

I don’t know, it would make for an interesting dynamic.

Oooohhh, I love the confrontation with WBC squad and 3803. They’re so geared and ready (4989 is definitely sweating bullets while the others reassure him). Also, you know how in AD canon that the Executions are always in pairs? Let’s have 2001 and 1145 the original pairing before he broke out. Then, 4989 with 2626 and 2048 and Eosinophil while 2001 gets stuck with Band Cell. Because, why not.

(Or, we go back to one of my most heinous friendships I ever created, 2001 and Dendritic Cell).

Can I also say that Bomber is such a bomb name for Platelet? (Pun completely intended).

And yeah, the WBC squad are definitely really uncomfortable when they undergo some cognitive dissonance here... perhaps it’s starting at this moment that they realize that Akudama aren’t that different from normal people... or the Executioners.

Bomb collars and surgery for 1146??? Ooohhhh, he must really be the top Executioner... I wonder if he’ll reunite with 2001 again as his partner or get someone new who can help control him. Because NK and Killer T are definitely partners.

On a side note you mentioned that they think that Executioners are a necessary evil. It’s like your acknowledging and somewhat hinting that they know this is wrong and that Akudamas aren’t inherently bad, but do so anyway because of a corrupt legal system. I love it. It really adds to the depth of the characters.

And yes, we need tragic villains with feelings.

As for Akudama Killer T... Maybe he went through some mental breakdown before realizing that the Executioners aren’t always right )if they were ever right in the first place). Perhaps he breaks like 1146 did, but instead of using his skills for constructive purposes, he goes all out and doesn’t care about the law anymore. He sort of becomes 1146’s foil. They’re both rear Executioners, both saw the errors of their ways, but while 1146 becomes a protector in his own way, maybe Killer T decides to become a mercenary.

I don’t know, I love parallels and showcasing how far characters have done.

(I REALLY WANTED PUPIL EXECUTIONER TO BECOME AN AKUDAMA OR AT LEAST HAVE A MOMENT TO HERSELF, BUT IT NEVER HAPPENED. AT LEAST THE DIRECTORS CUT IS SAID TO ADDRESS THAT).

Cancer as a father?

Cancer as a family man?

I... that’s a concept I never considered. Just, I can only imagine him playing with all of his experiments, knowing that one day, most of them will end up dying. He probably favors 3803 over Platelet because of how close they are in physical appearance/age and acts creepy about it.

(Is this my Abnormalities!verse writing urge acting up again, probably).

Hehehe, why but blunt 1146. That is so cute and adorable. He and 3803 constantly dance around the issue, especially due to the whole immortality thing, but he makes it clear that he doesn’t care. Though he doesn’t know it, he’s actually quite suave when he finally convinces her that it’s the time they spend together now that matters so they won’t regret in the future.

3803 swoons.

Husband??? Yes???

Macrophage as confirmed 3803/1146 shipper? Why not???

Ooohhh, Cancer is more aware than what was already expected... I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA!!!

So I know that I said earlier that Macrophage would be a combination of Hacker and Doctor, why not also make Cancer have Hacker elements? Think about it, he’s practically immortal and it was never truly confirmed how immortality works in AD canon. Maybe his immortality is due to a combination of high technology and organic stuff. Maybe, he can upload his consciousness at will so that he can “supervise” his children. It also adds credence to the whole “3803 had high tech to help her stave off heavy damage” that Killer T and NK think is what’s going on. I don’t know, I just think it would be cool to have Cancer be a god in the physical and technological world.

He would be so OP, but that’s what Cancer probably would want in CAW canon, so there, hahah.

Hmm, anything else? Let’s see, Killer T as an Akudama would definitely be more of a Brawler character... I don’t have anybody down for Hoodlum... But who do you think would be a best fit for Head Executioner? At first, I wanted Helper T, but I realized that he doesn’t get super utilized in canon, so why not make him Executioners alongside Regulatory T. Seriously, they don’t get enough screen time (especially Regulatory T).

As for the majority of Akudamas, most are definitely pathogens or germs, but I’m assuming some of them are actually Normal Cells... Normal Cells with benign mutations, but somehow get the attention of Executioners.

But yeah, this was an awesome little au. I’m down to read some action packed nonsense with these characters. You should definitely try your hand at writing this, hahah!

[oyesmendes]

the river between us - one

a/n: here it is!!!!! this is the story of emma and shawn. hope you guys like it as much as i enjoy writing it! p.s. the butterfly that was mentioned on emma’s stage set up is the same one that shawn has tattooed!

summary: Shawn stumbled into a piano room one day following her voice. Now they’ve fallen into each others lives. But what happens when life gets complicated and international pop-star Emma Rivera isn’t all that she is?

the meet; new york city - Spotify Studios

“Okay, we’re going to record ‘In My Blood’ then we will do ‘Lost in Japan’ followed by a song of your choice. Is that alright, Shawn?” The rockstar nodded his head, leaning back on the soft leather couch in the studio. He was about to record a few special version of his new singles in the Spotify New York office to celebrate the release of his third album. The album had just hit the streets a couple weeks ago, sky rocketing to number one and was currently claiming it spot for the third week at number one. It was an overwhelming experience having a number one album for such a long time and it being one of his most vulnerable pieces of work so far. He glanced at the clock on the wall - another twenty minutes before the recording begins, he had time to escape the buzz in the room.  

Shawn slipped out of the room quietly, barely anyone noticing him leaving. The door shut softly behind him and he made his way down the corridor. It was quiet on this floor, each room sound proofed so artists could have the comfort of recording their music. Most of the rooms were empty when Shawn peered into them, until he got closer to the end of the hallway. An angelic voice filled the air, accompanied by the loud keys of the piano made Shawn move closer to the source.  

Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep

Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat

I hope it's gonna make you notice

I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me

Someone like me

Someone like me, somebody

He knew that song at the back of his hand but the voice that was behind it was someone who he’s never heard before. He pushed the door open softly, being careful not to make his presence known. And there he saw her. Her eyes were closed, and her body swayed while she played on the piano. She held the notes right where they needed to be held, a soft smile emerging on her face when she knew she did them right. Shawn hadn’t realised that she had finished, until she cleared her throat and his eyes met her honey brown ones. He stumbled into the room, nearly face planting the floor when the door swung open after he lost his grip. She giggled softly, shaking her head as the boy composed himself.

“My singing was that bad huh?” Shawn’s eyes widened at her comment, but he somehow couldn’t form words to respond to her. She chuckled again, standing up from the piano bench making her way to Shawn.

“I’m just kidding, amor. My name’s Emma Rivera, most people call me Em.”

“Shawn Mendes” His voice squeaked a little as he took her outstretched hand in his, shaking it one too many times. He was running her name through his head again and again, where did he hear or see it? It was so familiar, yet he couldn’t put a finger on it. Then he realised his hand was still holding hers when they stopped the handshake and he quickly let go, rubbing his neck sheepishly. Get it together, Shawn.

“Sorry for snooping around by the way, I heard your voice and the door was slightly open-“

“It’s okay” She was laughing again, and the laughter was suddenly music to his ears. He was about to open his mouth, before Annie, the crew in-charge of Shawn’s recording came bursting into the room.

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“I uh-“ before Shawn could even respond, Annie cut him off with her loud voice.

“You’re recording in five! Come on let’s go big- Emma? Thought you were at rehearsals upstairs?” So she is a singer.

“I was, just had to take a little break from all the people upstairs.” She shrugged her shoulders and Annie nodded understandingly.

“You coming to watch the event later, Annie?” Emma asked. Annie perked up immediately, still gripping Shawn’s arm so tightly that he was sure a bruise was going to form on his bicep.

“Of course honey, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You know how much we love hearing ya” Now it was her turn to smile. She waved Annie goodbye before Shawn was dragged out of the room by his arm.

-

“Nice work Shawn. That’s a wrap for today!” Shawn pulled the big headphones off his head, making his way out of the recording booth. He thanked the couple of producers and team in the room before heading straight to Annie. She eyed the boy up and down as he stood in front of her nervously.

“So, I heard there’s an event on the rooftop?”

“Yeah, Em is playing a special show for some of her fans” Annie smirked at the brunette.

“Can I go?” He asked softly. His cheeks turned a bright shade of pink while he stood in front of Annie like a kid asking for candy. She nodded at the boy, gesturing for him to follow her. Shawn bid his goodbye to the crew and made up a poor excuse to get away from Andrew. Annie handed Shawn a baseball cap with the Spotify logo on it, forcing him to put it on his head. “This is to avoid you being recognised!” She berated when Shawn refused. He eventually pulled the cap down when he saw the crowd that had arrived for the event. The rooftop was filled with tons of people of all ages, mingling and moving around in excitement. Annie led him to a corner of the rooftop where there weren’t as many people and Shawn could have a full view of the stage. The set up was simple - a large butterfly in the centre of the white backdrop, half the butterfly being covered with floral drawings. He waited quietly next to Annie while she chatted with a couple of her colleagues. Shawn never felt nervous at a concert before but somehow this one felt different. He replayed the image of her playing the piano so passionately in the studios, her brown hair covering her eyes just a little when she looked down at they keys. He was unknowingly smiling to herself and Annie was watching it in front of her eyes.

“She’s pretty good y’know? And single.” Annie’s voice brought Shawn back to reality. He hummed in response, eyes still trailing the stage set up. Shawn knew she was more than ‘pretty good’ but decided to keep his mouth shut, fearing that Annie would drag him off the rooftop.

Eventually Emma’s band took the stage, playing her intro music before she came strutting in. She had changed from her black hoodie and sweats to a denim jacket on top of a white t shirt and black jeans. Simple, but Shawn thought she looked stunning. The crowd roared as she waved and started singing her songs, dancing on the stage with her band. She was in her element, the crinkle in her eyes and her smile was the evidence. She interacted with her fans individually, trying to get to as many of them as she could when they sat down for a short Q and A. She would call each of them by name as they danced to her music, occasionally bringing a few of them on stage to dance along with her. Shawn felt connected to her, along with the feeling of sunshine and confidence radiating off her skin.

Emma hadn’t notice Shawn until her last song when he saw him  bopping to the music with a huge smile on his face. Her eyes met with his and she grinned widely, a couple of butterflies erupting in her stomach. She too hadn’t felt like this in awhile, not since her last relationship. Something about Shawn made her feel nerves unlike she’s ever felt before and she welcomed the feeling of it. She jumped off the stage and danced with her fans, twirling them around and hugging them while she sang. She glanced occasionally at Shawn, noticing that his grin never left his face. He would nod back at her while he moved comfortably to the music.  

"thank you Spotify! thank you New York!" Emma bowed and waved to the crowd before sprinting off to the back. Shawn trailed behind Annie as she led them into a small room filled with Emma's crew and band. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on her - chatting away to a blonde lady, the smile and cringe in her eyes still on her face. When she noticed Shawn, she kindly excused herself from the group and approached the gentle giant.

"my singing wasn't too bad now was it"

"no! oh my god, no" Shawn's cheeks flushed a shade of pink again.

"you sounded beautiful" he spoke softly, a shy smile gracing his lips. she hummed in response, swirling the beer in her hand. Shawn’s eyes were locked on the gold liquid, feeling the nerves running up his spine. He hasn’t felt like this in a while and it was scary yet exciting.

“Do you want to go for a coffee? I know this place down the street that’s pretty quiet”

“Sounds like fun”  

-

As promised, the cafe was quaint, empty and safe. They talked for ages, sharing their life stories. Shawn felt at home with Emma - her laughter and voice brought peace to his mind. He told her about his humble rise to where he was today, how he wrote the album and he talked about his family back home in Canada. She asks about the meaning behind his tattoos, told him about her older brother who she absolutely adores and the meaning behind a couple of songs she wrote. Emma teaches him a couple of Spanish words and they laugh at how bad his accent is.

“cariño”

“Carino?”

“No, ca-ri-nio. Roll your tongue.”

“Ca-ri-no”

“Forget it”

And they laugh, until the golden hour glow shines through the windows and they’re reminded of how long they’ve been sitting in the cafe. Emma’s knees were now brushing Shawn’s under the table, and he would occasionally push her hair behind her ears for her when she looked down. It made the heat rise to her neck and ears, and a soft blush appearing on her cheek. They sat in a comfortable silence for awhile, Shawn tending to messages from his team. She felt blissful and happy until a message from her brother made her smile falter.  

Aaron: Your boy Celio from Los Zetas, he just trashed Papi’s place.

Celio? He hasn’t spoken to me in a year. A million thoughts ran through her mind when she read the message again. Her brows knitted together before she set her phone screen face down on the table.

“Everything okay?” Shawn asked. She put on the smile she was trained to plaster on her face ever since she stepped foot in the industry and nodded her head.

“We should probably go” Emma suggested quickly. She had to get back to the hotel to talk to her family.  

“Let me walk you back to your hotel”

“I would love that but-” Shawn furrowed his brows and she quickly continued, “oh no! Don’t get me wrong, there are paps waiting outside my hotel. Last thing you and I need is a big headline when we’re both on a roll. I’ll get my driver to come pick me up”

Shawn had to agree with her. He couldn’t afford to have a massive headline about him when he was about to go on a worldwide tour, Andrew would murder him before he could apologise. So he exchanged numbers with her, opened her car door and promised to see her again. He watched her disappear behind the darkened windows of the car and smiled to himself. And she waited for the car to pull away before all the colour in her face drained and was replaced with a shade of dark red.

“What the fuck did Celio do?”

[friendlylocalwhumper]

part 1 | part 2

The pain is what wakes him, in the middle of the night. Lux gives a sleep-laden whine as Emory drapes an arm over him, and then the discomfort of new pressure becomes sudden agony. The sleepy groan that was starting turns into a raw whimper as the warlock wakes and scrambles to remember where he is. Just home, still home, in bed - but his ribs feel like they’re being broken all over again.

“Ple-ease,” He begs softly into the dark room. Weight shifts beside him and he realizes, as the arm lying over his chest cinches around it, that Emory is trying to hug him in his sleep.

“Em, w-wake up.” He’s being quiet, nervous about waking Emory up and making him feel bad, but it’s too quiet. His boyfriend cuddles closer with an unconscious sigh and hugs tighter. His hand, tucked around the side, digs in at just the wrong spot, and Lux yells in pain - not an angry-sounding yell, but one that’s airy and rough from the pain of forcing it out of a battered ribcage.

“Wha-?” Emory jolts awake, hands fumbling as he pushes himself up and away from the one beside him. “Lux?”

Low pained sounds huff out of Lux as he raises a shaking hand to hold it over his own chest protectively.

“Are you okay? What - did I hurt you?”

“Mmhmm,” Lux answers tremulously, unable to admit it in words. “Nnnnh…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, honey, I was asleep… are you okay? Did I - nothing, nothing cracked, right?”

“‘s alright, I-I’m okay, it’s okay.” He can’t manage even a hint of a shaky smile, but Lux tries to assure Emory that he understands. “‘s okay-“ Lux's eyes go wide and he chokes out a startled whimper, turning his head away with a sharp flinch, as Emory reaches for his face. Gonna get hit, gonna get hit, he thinks, eyes squeezed shut tight. All sense and awareness evaporated at the sight of the hand approaching, with the pain he’s in, and the suffocating doom-feeling of knowing he disobeyed the Hunter today.

“I’m not gonna hit you,” Emory says, tone gentle and aching.

“S-sorry,” Lux rasps. His eyes open and then flutter before squeezing shut tight again against a new wave of pain. A dull, ominous crack from within his chest is followed by a real scream this time.

The punishment isn’t over. Lux lets out a weak sob as the next rib is fractured by the Hunter’s magic. The first four ribs were snapped earlier, after Emory helped him limp into their bedroom (his hip, though healed, still ached from the recent trauma of being shoved out of place). A punishment from the Hunter. Lux had buried his face into Emory’s shoulder to stifle his sounds, unwilling to worry Alex. Poor Alex was lying out there on the floor, coughing up blood and crumpling to the floor when he tried to stand.

Now, the punishment has started up again. Emory flinches right along with Lux each time the next rib cracks.

“I hate that sound,” Emory comments as he holds Lux’s hand. “I, I can’t stand it.”

Lux gives a short jerking nod. “M-me too. ‘s okay if, if you don’t wanna h-hear i-it… g-, go ou-, go out to the - to the -“ Another ribs snaps, eliciting a raw and broken sound. “To, to the couch, ‘m okay, don’t h-have to… to stay…”

Another crack, another feeble scream, and then warmth at his cheek. Lux tips his head to lean into it, into the hand, and keens when a kiss is pressed to his other cheek. His eyes are closed against the onslaught of pain from the magic breaking his bones; his brows draw together at the soft, loving gesture. Another kiss is pressed to his forehead.

“I’ll stay with you, I’m right here. Keep breathing, Curls.”

Lux complies, forcing himself to draw a deep breath. His ribs crackle and creak, but the pain only spikes a bit.

“You really can’t heal them? Not even after a few days, when it’s stopped?”

“N-no, he, he’ll be a-angry… ‘s my punishment, ca-an’t heal it. ‘ll just break ‘em again.”

“How long do they take to heal?”

Another crack, not quite as loud but seemingly no less painful. Lux whines.

“Don’t rem-member… weeks? Mmmh, months, maybe? Nnnh, just gotta, gotta heal slow. No m-magic. Nnnnhh-!” A double break - crack, crack - steals his breath.

“Can’t someone help? Taryn, Anders? Protect you with magic?”

“Wa-ants to pun-nish me, he’d, he’d break them worse for g-, getting in th-the way. I, I, I don’t w-, don’t want an-nyone else to get h-hurt.”

Emory runs a hand along Lux’s arm - the one that wasn’t shattered and twisted and healed all in one day. He listens to Lux’s hesitant, ragged breathing, hitching in anticipation of the next rib to break. He thinks about the big, angry, powerful man that has always kept Lux in line with the threat of punishment and the brute strength to enforce his promises of coming pain. How Lux has survived this long, being the favorite of someone so sadistic.

The Hunter knows that Lux is a good listener, patient and attentive and earnest. He doesn’t have to reinforce lessons with pain, he didn’t have to break Lux to make him sweet. Even now, Lux wants to obey, wants to be sweet so no one gets angry with him - this punishment, these broken ribs, it’s not necessary. Just a show of power. It’s better than the mangled arm and the disjointed hip, though. Healing those injuries, even if this is the punishment, was worth it. Lux can walk, can move without giving a violent shudder and nearly passing out.

“Thank you for protecting me,” Emory mutters, suddenly overwhelmed by how much Lux has suffered today just to keep him completely unharmed. He wonders if Lux did that much for Colten, if that little kid heard screams like the ones forced out of Lux today. He wonders how many times you can hear yourself screaming before you lose your mind, how many times you can beg before you give up on people entirely.

It seems that the punishment is over for now; no more breaking bones. Lux sinks down in relief. “I know it was hard to w-watch. It’s a lot… I, I’d understand if you can’t take it.” He pauses, wheezes, winces as his ribs shift. “If you wanna - ‘f you want me to leave.”

“No! No, come on, Lux, I just, I’ve never… I’m not used to it. He’s… scary. I get how he affects you the way that he does.”

“Really scary,” Lux agrees. “Mmmnh… before I woke up, when you were, were tied up… did he hurt you? Or scare you? He m-, must’ve said something.”

Emory sits up, taking his time as he gathers his answer.

Lux is in the bedroom. He should be waking up from his nap soon - Emory can hear shuffling in there. From where he kneels on the floor, wrists bound in rope, he stares at the man standing beside the bedroom door, waiting to attack. The Hunter is going to scare Lux so bad, do everything that Lux hates - grab him, lean close, pin him down. Emory knows the Hunter has done it before; the man has put in a great deal of time learning how to scare Lux.

The door opens. Lux walks out, looking down as he tugs idly at the sleeves of his unzipped hoodie, not paying attention, not on guard, relaxed and feeling safe - the Hunter strikes, quick and efficient, grabbing Lux from behind and locking him in a chokehold. The sound of sneakers scuffing against the floorboards and Lux’s strangled, confused sounds make Emory’s heart hurt. He tries to rise up on his knees, to speak despite the gag between his teeth, as Lux makes eye contact with him, teeth gritted together in fear, brows furrowed, fingers curling around the arm crushing his throat. Emory watches Lux’s body give weak, fading spasms before it falls limp, arms falling to his sides and head lolling forward.

No, before that. Before Lux got there.

The silent struggle of being accosted as he got home, tied up and shoved to his knees on his own living room floor. The man towering over him with a smile, laying a hand on Emory’s shoulder as if holding him in place is a satisfying mark of ownership in itself.

“What do you-“ Emory frowns as the Hunter presses a finger to his own lips to gesture for him to be quiet. “What do you want?”

“Interesting first question. Not the most original. You know who I am, then?”

Feeling incensed and defiant, Emory calls on a vague memory of how Lux’s friends describe this man. “You’re the mindfucker,” He answers with clear hatred. And then, hoping to maybe elicit sympathy for his boyfriend, not yet harmed - “The one who gave Lux those nightmares. Scars.”

The Hunter beams. “Yes. Some of the nightmares, most of the scars. He’s a sweet boy.”

“Hey,” Emory growls, rising where he kneels. “You don’t talk about him like that.”

“Oh?” The man above him cocks his head to the side in mild intrigue. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. Not here. Not in our house. He’s not your - not your sweet boy. He’s a man, one who survived whatever your sick ass did to him, and he deserves respect. You’re not taking his dignity away with your creepy ownership kink or whatever.”

Emory almost regrets his outburst at the glint in the man’s eyes. Why is that fury contained? Does the Hunter need him alive? Unharmed, even? Emory was hoping to maybe catch a beating, draw some attention away from Lux, or even get Lux’s attention se he could try to get away.

“You wouldn’t understand,” The Hunter decides finally, glancing toward the door behind which Lux is temporarily safe. “He’s strong, yes. That’s why he’s survived so long, after all I’ve done to him. He’s the longest lasting little warlock I’ve kept. And always, always broken. You’ve seen it, I’m sure. The flinches, the flash of fear in his eyes, the stuttering. Always so sorry, so hesitant. Like he’s half afraid that he’ll be hit at any moment. It’s addictive to watch.”

“...Sick fuck,” Emory mutters, though his voice wavers, his wrists twisting in the ropes behind him. This guy is every bit as scary as Lux makes him sound.

The Hunter tuts in annoyance and summons a strip of cloth with a flick of his fingers; the cloth wraps itself around Emory’s head and wedges it between his teeth to serve as a gag.

A faint, squeaky yawn can be heard from the bedroom. The Hunter smiles again, sending a chill down Emory’s spine. Lux is awake.

“He didn’t hurt me,” Emory answers slowly. “Just… talked about you. In that awful way where it sounds like you’re his or something. Pissed me off.”

“You got a-angry with him?”

Angry, not pissed off. Word choice like that matters here - Lux needs him calm. “Yeah, angry with him. I told him off.”

“R-really?”

“Uh-huh. Did you ever do that?”

Lux hesitates before he nods slightly. “Used to.”

“Would you ever do it again?”

The warlock glances at Emory. He’s so tempted to say no, never, would get punished, ‘m not that bad - but something about knowing Emory was brave makes him want to give himself a bit more credit.

“Maybe,” He supposes. “If, if he was hurting someone who shouldn’t be hurt. I’d maybe f-fight, struggle… s-say things. It, it kinda hurts less, when you fight, ‘stead of just taking it. I li-, I liked being tough.”

“I bet you were real tough. I bet you still are! You just found a different way to get by, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” Lux takes in a shaky sigh, holds it, and then lets it out slowly. “...Em, what if he breaks more ribs tomorrow? Or, or goes in my head? What if he keeps pun-nishing me?”

Leaning over - carefully, carefully - Emory meets Lux’s nervous eyes with all the determination he can find. “Then you’ll be tough.”

Something twinkles in Lux’s eye. “Can I cry if it hurts a lot, still?”

“Who said crying isn’t tough?”

“Wh-, what about, what about begging?”

“Do you do it on purpose? Do you choose to?”

“N-no.”

“Then it’s natural. Still tough.”

Lux’s eyebrows rise just a little. He can be tough - Emory says it, and it sounds true. Lux can be tough.

“Okay. I’ll be tough then.”

[harleyliloquin88]

Is It A Dream or Night Mare

Pairing:  Sam X Reader

Warning: Terror/ language/ Blood/ Scary moments/ fighting? Some horror themes/ 

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Summary: Lately you been having nightmares about a demon who wants revenge on Sam, You don't tell the brothers what is going on until one morning they cant wake you up, Now its up To Sam Cas and dead to help you fight the demon that been haunting your sleep.

laying down on the soft green grass the sun kissing your face. Smilieng to yourself and laughing, looking up to  see a little girl with two little pigtails  and a red sun dress,  dancing around and enjoying the weather, Looking over you see your husband Sam holding the little girl in his arm spinning her around and hearing them both laughing and enjoying life,

Sam falls down to the ground wit his little girl who laughing and giggling, Sam lays down next you and smiles at you, You both look at your little girl, She has your eyes and sam long hazel brown hair.

“so what do you think we should do today” He says moving closer to you placing his hand in your and bringing your hand up to kiss it,

“whatever you want “ you say looking at him with love 

The little girl comes over at pulls at sam.  Sam starts laughing at her and looks at you with a sympathic look”

laying back down you place your hand over you small swollen belly. Falling asleep for about an hour.

You feel water droplets hit your face, you brush them off and try to go back to sleep they keep falling you on you, Slowly waking up. You are shock to see a dark foggy weather rain coming down.  Looking around you start looking around but you see you are all alone and the rain keeps dropping, Holding yourself to keep warm,  you keep looking for Sammy and your daughter,

“Sam Mary”  you start walking around “ Sam Mary” looking around the playground, feeling the wind pick up,  

“Sam Mary” You scream rubbing your belly to keep your other one calm, Feeling like you are  being watch you try your best to keep out of sight,

“SAM” MARY”  nothing but silence, when you come to an area of old houses and a church’ walking up to the  church you bang on the door.

opening the doo was an older man in his late 60 wearing a black and red robe, and had some kind of rope around himself, He opens the door.

“I am so sorry to bug you but I have seemed to lost my family” You say shaking a bit and freezing.

“come on in before you freeze to death” HE say leading you into the church. It was a big one,  about 23 rows of seats, stained glass windows, a huge organ piano, many candles lit and a staute in front of the church.

“thank you so much for letting me stay here  until the weather better” you say smiling at him.

“so you said you were looking for your family” He says looking at you handing you a towel”

“yes my husband in Sam Winchester and MY daughter Name is Mary” You say wiping your hair the rest of your body,  suddenly you  feel a weird hard kick in your stomach you whince  out in pain, you bend over and hold your pain.

“Winchester”  He say with an evil hiss, you look up to see the man eyes were red and his smile was evil. feeling like something was about to happen, he grabs you so fast pinning you against the wall. Trying your best to wiggle out, you can feel his grip getting tighter on you.

“please let  me go” you say tears falling down your face, He looks at  you with evil hunger In his eyes, trying to get him to loosen his grip.

“so you are the Winchester slut” he say with venmon in his voice, He looks at you and laughs.

“you are a pretty little thing no wonder why they keep you around I bet you are great in bed” He says laughing.

He grabs a big knife laying next to him on the table, grabbing it. holding it in his hand and playing around with it just for fun.

“please let me I wont tell them anything about you I promise” You beg him tears spilling out your eyes.

“please don't hurt my baby” You cry and beg for him

He just looks at you and laughs even harder. He grabs you and throws you hard against the wall, watching you fall, your body in so much pain, you hear your knee break screaming out in pain, you place your hand protectively over your belly he stands in front of

“why are you doing this to me I don't even know what happened” You say he stabs the knife into your body.

Whisper into your ear with an evil vemon voice "Ask your husband" before darkness you saw sam face with black eyes and smiling at you.

Your eyes spring open sitting straight up in your bed screaming feeling the sweat dripping down your body. Your heart racing millon miles and hour.

Sam and dean rush into your room. Pulling your knees up to your body covering your face tears pouring down your.

Sam and dean come running into your room. Dean breathing heavy and hard. He looks at you a sad look. You look up to see sam making his way over to you. You get up almost falling over the big giant. Backing away screaming and crying 'Get away from me sam' you say tears coming down your face. Dean walks over to you leaning down and pulling you close holding you close. He holds you tight.

After about an hour dean stays with you until you fall back asleep. Sam sitting outside the bedroom door this head between his legs.

Dean closes his eyes and breaths. Slides down to where sam sitting. He rubs his hand down his face and closes his eyes then it.

"How is she' Sam says rubbing his neck"

'It took a while to calm her down but she be okay' sam breath slowly pressing his head against the wall.

"What hell happened normal when she has a nightmare i am the one she runs to not the other way' Sam says rubbing his neck.

"I dont know sam we gotta fiqure this out for now you and her have to stay away from each other.

'What are we gonna do" dean says to himself. Rubbing his neck.

For the next few hours Sam was sleeping on the couch. Dean was in your room watching you sleep. You seemed so peace ful and innocent. As He watching you sleep he not sure what he sees. Your eyes shoot open turning black. Dean gets up and walks over to you. As he makes his way to you. You look at him and smile " Hello Winchester where's the other sibling. You say pushing him up against the wall holding tighting his grip. He struggles to get free. You grip him tighter.

"where sam"

Let me know what you think

[demonsofhunting]

All My Sins - Chapter 5

Pairing: priest!Cas x demon!Dean

Summary: After Castiel finds the note in his apartment, things are getting dark. All he knows is that he needs to find Dean! But the things he encounters in the young man's house are everything but good...

Warnings: angst, lots of blood, a dead body...let's just say it's a pretty dark chapter

Words: about 1900

A/N: Oh my god, chapter five!♡ This one is pretty heavy, and our poor Cas has to get through a lot of shocks...I'm so sorry! *hides* With this one, the story is definitely heading into a dark direction - this is going to be one hell of a ride!

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I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

It is pretty cold outside. There's a heavy wind that blows through the trees near the road, making an weeping sound. Again. It sweeps through Dean's hair, tugs on his leather jacket, and makes him shiver.

He's staring out of the window of his living room, his nails digging into his hands, brutally.

There's a hunger inside of him.

A feeling that he tried to fight for so long.

He blinks, wants it to vanish.

But it doesn't.

It just gets stronger and stronger, forcing him to cry out in pain.

You have to give in.

No. He won't.

You can't fight it much longer.

Of course, he can.

"Fuck off," he growls.

He remembers the time two days ago, when he was lost in the night. A couple of hours before he called Cas to pick him up, his hands shaking in fear.

He remembers how it felt to cut a bird's legs of with a knife that he had in his pocket. How it felt to watch it crawl, trying to get away.

How its insides felt between his fingers, when he ripped its heart out as he got bored.

I'm a monster.

He wants to scream, to burn this fucking house down.

I can't stay. I have to go.

He wants to smite himself for being that stupid to let someone like Castiel Novak in his heart.

It wasn't supposed to be something that lasts longer than a few nights.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love.

At first, all Dean wanted was another one night stand, he wanted to have some fun.

But then things changed, and he just couldn't let it go. He was too selfish, to weak to leave Cas.

I...I don't want to hurt him. He's mine.

He's my only anchor.

He turns around slowly, his emerald eyes are scanning the scene behind him.

There's a body on the floor of his living room, bleeding.

It's a young woman. She stares at the ceiling with wide, empty eyes. There's blood running out of many long cuts on her body, caused by the knife that lies next to her.

Dean tilts his head, thoughtfully.

He had to kill her, it wasn't his fault.

She was the one who broke into his house, trying to steal something. Before he slit her throat he let her feel what it really means to burn in hell...

And damn, it felt good.

Way too good.

The young man's gaze flows over the furniture in the dark room, looking at every inch of it, carefully. He observes the old piano and the bookshelves beside of it. The carpet. The chandelier at the ceiling.

It took me so long to arrange this lonely house like I want it to be. And now I'll have to leave.

"Stop crying, Winchester," he scoffs under his breath, grabbing the two bags he already packed before.

Then he shoots the body on his floor a last, unimpressed look, and goes out of the house, closing the door behind him.

Dean walks to his beloved Implala that's parked under a couple of trees near the road. He steps in it, starts the engine, and drives away.

His heart hurts like hell, but he forces himself to smile.

Now I can do whatever the hell I want.

And nobody can stop me.

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"Dean, Dean, Dean, please! Why can't you answer your goddamn phone?!" Cas mutters in panic. He sits on the floor, his arms wrapped around his shaking body, holding his phone with unsteady hands to his ear.

Nothing.

"Damn it!" the priest cries out, throwing the phone across the room. He leans back and forth, tries to calm himself down.

I...I just can't!

His gaze is still lying on the small note. The small note with the words that made his world shatter within a few seconds.

Tears are streaming down his face, he just can't help it.

"Fuck!" he growls, burying his face in his hands, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I need to do something! I need to -

Suddenly, he hesitates.

What if something happened to Dean? What if that's the reason why he doesn't answer his phone?

A cold claw clutches around Castiel's heart, and he breathes in, sharply.

Who could have written it? A person I know? Or...?

His heart skips a beat.

Fuck!

No matter how hard Cas tries, he can't finish a damn thought! He's way too tired, too nervous, way too...damaged.

He counts to three again, forces himself to breathe in a static rhythm.

Calm down, Novak.

You can do this.

"Okay..." he mutters, quietly, "Okay..."

After a few heartbeats, Cas can feel his heartbeat getting slower again. His hands are still shaking, but at least he will be able to walk again.

The priest stands up, carefully. He runs one hand through his hair, and looks around.

Then he grabs his jacket, puts his boots on, and leaves.

I have to find Dean.

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As he reaches the young man's house, he is nervous as hell. He looks around in fear as he steps out of his car.

What if the person who wrote the letter is following me? Right now?

He tries to hide the panic that is rumbling in his chest, and walks over to the house.

"Dean?" he whispers, knocking at the door, shivering.

He searches for a door bell, but can't find one.

Okay...kinda weird.

He knocks again.

"Dean! Please, open the door! Something bad happened! R - really bad!" he shouts, his hands bumping on the wood.

Nothing. Just the howling sound of wind flowing through trees.

"Dean..." the priest mutters, powerless.

That's it. Something bad must have happened to him.

His knees are about to give in, but he fights against it, and tries his best to stay on his feet.

He turns around, staring at the empty street for a few seconds.

Then he begins to walk around the house. He tries to look through a couple of windows, but most of the are hidden behind curtains...

It's dark inside.

It's not a friendly shade of dark.

What if he's hurt? What if -

"Ah...fuck it!" Castiel hisses in despair.

He grabs a big stone from the ground of the yard, quickly. Before he can overthink the stupid thing he is about to do, he already throws the heavy thing through a window.

He winces because of the loud shattering noise that comes a long with it. Panic flows through every inch of his body, making him dizzy.

It's too late to think about the consequences...

He breaks the the rest of the fragments out of the window, using his elbow, carefully.

Then he looks around, kinda surprised that no one in the whole street seems to notice what is happening.

Or they just don't care.

"Okay, let's do this," the priest says, nervously.

Gladly, he doesn't cut himself at the sharp edges of the fragments as he climbes through the hole.

As his feet are hitting the ground on the other side, he already knows that something is wrong.

He breathes, heavily.

It's too damn dark to see anything.

"D - Dean...?" he asks, carefully, his voice nothing but a hoarse whisper.

Silence.

If Dean's in here, he doesn't answer.

He swallows.

I have to find a light switch. Now.

He begins to move, slowly.

One feet after the other. His steps are making a creaking sound on the old wood.

The darkness seems to be alive, shadows are crawling over the walls, thickly.

If a serial killer would be in here, he would have already killed me because of all the noise I'm making...right?

Suddenly, he stumbles over something.

Something big and soft. He falls to the ground with a squeak, his hands are hitting the surface at first, then his whole body slams down as well.

Castiel coughs. A sharp pain pulses through his wrists.

Oh no.

He tries to get up again, wondering why the hell his hands are suddenly...wet?

What is going on...I...

The priest finally gets to his feet, stumbling again, but this time he doesn't fall. His shaking hands are stroking over something that feels like a wall.

Finally.

He walks a few steps, holding the contact to the cold, rough surface, until he finds the light switch, eventually.

"Oh, thank God!" he sighs in relief, turning the lights on with a rapid gesture.

That's it.

Then he begins to scream.

There's blood everywhere.

On the ground, on the walls, even on Castiel's hands and clothes!

No! This can't be!

The priest forces himself to stop screaming, he presses his bloody hands on his mouth.

Nothing he ever witnessed was as horrifying as the things he encounters in this room.

It must be the living room due to the big piano, the old sofa and the bookshelves, the TV...holy shit.

There's a body on the floor.

A young woman.

Her dark hair is sticky because of the liters of blood on it. Her throat has being sliced, brutally, and her whole body is covered in cuts and bruises.

But the worst thing are those deep, dead eyes, staring at the ceiling without any life in it...

And the bloody knife that is lying next to her damaged body...

Castiel can't move.

He already knows that he's about to pass out.

I fell right over the dead body a few moments ago.

I have blood on my hands, I smeared it on the wall...I...I'm covered in it.

Obviously, Dean isn't in here.

Maybe he's dead too. Actually, That's the case that is most likely.

Cas swallows, pulling his hands away form his mouth, slowly.

I have to find him.

He walks like he's in trance as he leaves the room with static, firm steps.

The priest walks the whole small house. He looks into the empty kitchen, the bathroom, walks up a couple of stairs that lead the bedroom just to discover that they're all empty.

Dean's not here.

He's not here.

The next thing he hears is a loud noise from down the street. A car that drives.

Nothing special, but in this moment everything seems scary to Cas.

It takes him a moment to realise what he's doing in here, it's like the priest is awaking out of a deep sleep which was filled with nightmares.

He looks at his bloody clothes, his hands...

Suddenly, he knows what to do now.

I have to get rid of the body. If the police arrives at this place, they'll think that I did it, because of my DNA that's practically everywhere.

His heart beats, fastly, and every damn beat hurts.

It hurts so much.

Castiel walks down the stairs, looking at the disaster in the living room.

There's a small, bad whisper in the back of his head, telling him that Dean was the one who killed this woman, since the young man isn't in the house.

But the priest tells it to stop.

There is no way Dean would be capable of doing something like this.

But as he begins to clean up the mess that came along with a murder that the priest definitely not committed, he can't help but doubt it.

Something bad happened in here.

And I need to find out what that was.

I need to find Dean.

{ A/N: CHAPTER SIX ♡ }

That was chapter five! Thank you so much for reading and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I will love you forever! <3

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Cursing into Emancipation - Chapter 1/2

Casper x Remus (friends) FLUFF

Summary: Remus and Casper are best friends and usually spend a lot of time together but this time is different because this time, Remus teaches him how to curse.

Tags: SFL (1 paragraph of slight angst hints) swearwords, one single tear? Slight hints at bad relationships, Not u!Deceit., weapon mention (sword), dragons

Casper is my friend’s OC - he is Attachment, the pink side and responsible for how Thomas forms relationships and how he presents himself in these.

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“So, I will tell you how this game works and you just join in! Promise it is fun fun fun!!”

Remus bounced on his spot, slightly jumping off the floor as he did so. His body was wiggling in his excitement and the whole imagination seemed to wobble with him. Like some Jell-o (TM), the walls were shaking as if having been poked before by a hungry, curious child and their fork which has a high level of stabbyness.

Casper looked at him, his heart-shaped freckles slightly glowing. It was dull yet still present. His eyes with irises just like his freckles, stared at his best friend with a quizzical look in his loving orbs. Attachment did not always understand the other sides but usually, he would understand Remus a bit better compared to especially Logan or Deceit.

“Is it a new game? I thought we wanted to go adventuring!”

He pointed at the pink little sword he had with him. His heart swelled in pride when he looked at the precious little stabbing machine Remus had gifted him. It was baby pink like the broken heart on his shirt.

“The imagination does not look like a dragon cave and we wanted to ride dragons today!”, he argued, his voice dipping into a little pout, “Why would you want to play something different? Dragons are cool.”

He lowered his voice, mouth sealing itself at once as Remus’ excitement dropped off his mustache for just a moment. Casper was Attachment, a rather complex side. He did not deal well with any sort of deception. Remus, more than any other side, knew about this. The pink side brushed over his wrist, his fingers gliding over the numerous friendship bracelets adorning it, They all corresponded to certain sides Casper had befriended. He pressed his lips together as if to absorb the offensive words he had just pronounced. With a deep breath, he felt the anxiety rising within him slowly being smothered the more he rubbed over the different bracelets.

The Duke was already by his side, popping up at once and snuggling up to his side.

“You will love it, I promise! I know you really want to ride dragons but I can be your dragon and you can ride me during the game!”

Remus leaped into the floor, suddenly disappearing into a green cloud of smoke which quickly faded into a transparent fog brushing over the ground. It gave way to the tall set of scales coming from Remus, the dragon. He was dressed in charcoal and grass scales, his wings spreading as he crawled over the floor to his friend, his nose getting into his face and nudging Casper’s human nose.

“Play with me?~”

The soft, playful wink in his intonation let a smile appear on Casper’s face, turning the unhappy lips into a content curve.

“I can ride you?”

Remus giggled, a bit of anthracite smoke escaping his large muzzle. He has always had a bit of a big mouth but as a dragon, it was even more evident just how big it was. Like the loyal friend he was, he flexed his back and lowered onto his crooked legs. His whole form was barely bigger than his usual human form which made it easier for Casper to swing himself onto his back and snuggle up, his cheeks soon lit up in excitement and warmth.

Remus responding to him and accepting him and his boundaries was a nice thing. The “dark side” of Creativity was never too superior or good to play with Casper. He would never degrade his friends or judge him for his personality.

“Remus! Remus! I am tall!”, he giggled.

The taller friend joined in, giggling himself as the younger side held onto him by wrapping his arms around his neck for stability.

“Listen, Casper, we will fly and you fuel my flight with your bad words!”

Before Casper could react, maybe even object, Remus roared like a lion, his sudden outburst deafening and silencing at the same time. He hopped up a bit before falling into the floor which was suddenly gone in favour of a huge blackness that swallowed the two friends up. The pink side tightened his grasp around the dragon’s gargantuan neck, carefully sliding closer to even let his legs wrap around the dragon.

“REEEEE!”

They were free falling, the loud sound of the whistling air swooshing past them accompanying their sudden journey. Below them, a kingdom of greens and white stretched out. Cloud-like mountains towered over the valley while green plants wrapped around the landscape greedily, readily. A river, turquoise like the gem and sparkling like Casper’s heart-freckles.

Back to the two sides, Casper was till screeching the life out of his throat while Remus was giggling, cheering and howling in happiness.

“CAS, THIS IS AMAZING!”

Attachment hugged his neck closer, his grip tighter than chains.

“THIS IS SCARY! THIS IS SCARY!!”, he screeched, although he could not deny the rush of adrenaline tickling his imaginary veins. He was basically glued to the dragon, still screeching at the still ongoing fall while the queer laughter from Remus filled the air.

It was then that he remembered what his best friend had told him when they had started their fun time together. ..cursing?

“Ree,... Ree, this is really dumb of you...?”

His swearing sounded like a question, unsteady and subtle like his long lashes compared to the curly mess of hair on his head. While he was barely audible, Remus came to a sudden halt, so unexpectedly, that Cas got tossed into the air. His body was twisting and turning in the sudden free... flight? It was not a fall but it was certainly just as terrifying to his poor little heart shrinking in his contracting chest.

“REE! REE!”

Casper squeaked in terror, his fear of survival taking over and making him emit sounds rivalling the squeals of excited mice. To his relief, the dragon was trustworthy and loyal as always and shot up to catch the little boy on his scaled back.

“Ree!”

Casper hugged his friend who immediately giggled out once more.

“Got’cha, bra!”

The pink side lost all his fear.

“What is a bra?”

Remus contemplated for a moment before simply conjuring a sports bra to show him. The downside of his impulsive action was demonstrated by the physical phenomenon called “gravity” which quickly sucked the piece of clothing down to the ground.

The dragon shrugged his arms. His shoulders were kind of busy, what were you thinking?

“Anyway, you is a bra! Now curse at me or I will not fly any further! Your bad words are my fuel!”

Casper blinked at the comment but nodded softly.

“Okay. Well, then”, he huffed in spite, his lips twitching into a defiant pout, “be prepared for a big workout for your wings because I know a lot of words for meanies!”

Remus flapped his wings at a sharp angle, waiting for his bestest friend of all the times to start whenever he was ready.

He was ready. He was clearing his throat, letting go off the neck at last and leaning back to loosen up a bit. The pink side shook his arms a bit and stretched his legs before he was all straightened up and sitting cross-legged on his friend.

“Alright. Here we go.”

Casper closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his mouth already opened to let the first word slip out. It danced on his tongue before stumbling down his lips and accidentally falling out  of his mouth.

“Poophead”

Silence.

A blush started to burn onto his cheeks, leaving him with a pinkish tint to play veil for his freckles.

“Butt!”, he said, a bit more pressure behind his words.

Remus was still silent but his muzzle curves the slightest bit into something akin to a smile.

“Assbutt!, ah, um..”, Attachment continued, his words getting louder and sounding more like an insult, a judgement rather than a question or suggestion, “stuck-up idiot! Prussy!”

A laughter pushed itself out of Remus, immediately shooting out along with a few delicate flames in red and green.

Shweeeeesh!

The fire quickly dispersed, unlike his giggles. Remus started curling up on the air, his back arching and flexing enough to make Casper shift back to his neck and hold onto it for comfort and support.

“Cas- wihihihihi”, Remus started but broke off at soon as the first syllable left his mouth. The dragon wiggled his wings every few flaps, letting them excitedly and rapidly flapflapflap in sync to his happy giggles.

“This is not a word, Casper! I will teach you the real one!”

Remus crooked his neck enough to look back at his friend, his tongue slipping out a bit. Slowly, he opened it and let his tongue roll out before he let his features twitch in exaggeration. This was him teaching the other just how to pronounce these delicacy of the English language properly.

“Pris-sy.”

Casper nodded, carefully forming his mouth in imitation of whatever the apple Remus had just done to move his. To say he was a bit confused and overwhelmed was an understatement but as promised, he was riding a dragon. Even if he was in a situation he would have never even dreamed of - despite being the closest friend to Remus out of all the other sides.

“Prithy”

He blinked innocently. His mouth went from slightly agape back to closed with a simple and dull “plop”.

The dark side snickered and pushed his head against Casper’s for a moment, softly nudging his friend for encouragement.

“Exczalente!”, he praised softly.

Remus could see the pinkish tint return to his cheeks, he could notice the little hearts glowing. The wide smile on his lips pushed little dimples into his cheeks.

“Now, continue with me: Pus-sy. Piss. Prick.”

Casper continued as instructed while Remus flew them to a nearby mountain to land on.

“Say them again but with anger!”

Doubt brushed over his face but only for a moment before kissing Casper’s sensitive skin goodbye. Anger? Sounded... sounded like something he did not want to have, sounded like something Patton and Virgil would not like. Not that they really approved of him being around Remus a lot anyway. His heart seemed to shrink painfully at the realisation.

“I mean it, Cas, you need to go out there and yell a bit and let the frustration out or you will get very bad thoughts like Thomas got when he repressed me!”

Remus nudged him again with his head before flapping his wings one more time and finally returning to his regular and more “human”-looking body.

“If you never let out that sneaky, meanie side of yours, you might end up like a real boogieman instead.”

His voice turned more shrill and obscene than before and something about the second-to-last word made Casper shiver. There was so much more behind this than Remus directly said but he knew it, he understood it. Nodding, he carefully climbed off Ree’s back and patted his clothing.

The mostly champagne pink shirt was covered in bits of dirt. Wearing clothings of lighter colours usually equated in being dirty in no time. Casper knew that from experience but also because Patton told him a lot when he came to him, being dirty and soiled like the kid he was.

When he got up, he looked around a bit, looking into the abyss surrounding them. Being on a mountain was really just a really long and lonely hill. You could even call it acute. He knew that word from Logan! It was a fancy one.

Casper looked down, taking in the view of clouds surrounding them not too far away. If Remus had been a bit higher, they could have flown through some of them. A dash of remorse hit him just to be quickly blown away by the breezy of determination. Remus had said that his mean words would fuel him... if he said a lot of things, maybe that would be enough to get them to the clouds!

The pink side turned around and ran up to his tall friend-man!

“Ree!!!”, he squeaked softly as he cuddled up to his side. The excitement was quite literally written in his face - not the literal Logan would use but still! - since his pretty hearts started glowing again, making his heart-shaped irises stand out just a bit more, “If I curse really well, can we go and fly through clouds? They look so fluffy and I never touched them! I really really wanna touch one and maybe bite into one? They look delicious..”

He started rambling, a slightly quieter monologue on how soft and comfortable these squishy things would have to be - or were they beings? If they were beings, could they move? COULD HE RID A CLOUD?! Holy, maybe he and Ree could share one and they could cuddle when riding a funny cloud and have a lot of fun and poke other clouds and tell them that they are really pretty and make sad days happy again! Especially on these days when time was like an old, wet gum and he would not know what to feel or do until he would see the happy shapes of all these clouds parading for him. Did clouds actually parade?

Remus caught him mid-thought and -sentence and carefully ruffled his hair. Just a moment after this, Casper could not breathe really well because the mustache monkey got down to his level to squeeze him and hug him a lot and Casper squealed with the last bit of oxygen in his lungs to express his happy feelings.

“Wiii!!! We can? We can!!”

Remus suddenly put his friend up onto his shoulders and patted his back, a happy smile on his face. He was so smiley, the pink side was sure he smiled more and more... more genuinely than Patton did despite being a joke-y man! It was amazing but his bestest friend really was just that great!

“Watch me say scary things! They make you strong, Cas. It can help you stand up against people when they make you feel sad or angry”

Remus carefully patted his legs as if to reassure Attachment. He was not quite sure why until-

“YOU FUCKING BONELESS, SHITFACE OF USELESS HUMAN WASTE!!!”

The Duke yelled. Yelled hard. Casper quickly hugged his neck with his legs and entangled his fingers in the curly dark and grey hair of his friend.

The mountains were still throwing away more silent versions of whatever the sugar fairy he had said before. It was an amazing “sight” to the ears and Casper could not help but stare at the wide wide canyon of green tints, crystal blues, fiery oranges, sunset purples and milky whites. Everything before them was spread out to reflect Remus’s loud words back onto them and their ears.

It sounded powerful to still be around and haunt the mountains and howling abysses when moment after moment had passed. When Casper took a deep breath, it felt as if he was breathing in the mean words. Maybe, in a strange way, it was fueling him and encouraging him to do as his friend demonstrated him.

His grip on the curly mess of his friend’s hair slowly eased up and he sighed. Somehow, the yelling had even relieved him despite Casper being rather upset whenever people yell.

“M-meanie!”

His fingers found Creativity’s face and he rapidly yet gently patted his cheeks. Even if he tried to hurt someone, Casper’s punches were nothing but the sneeze of a fly. Remus snickered and playfully tried to bite one of Casper’s rapidly moving fingers, his lips closing around the air just a sheet’s thickness away from his finger tips.

“Ree, staaaa~hp”, Casper whined under his breath. His voice was crowded by the little giggles yapping out of his lungs. The amusement made him curl around Remus’s head as if to hug it with the whole of his being. “Reeeeeeee, don’t laugh~”

He kicked his feet slightly, a bout of energy bolting through his tiny legs.

“But you are so cyuuute when you are laughing!”

Casper blew his cheeks up in a big pout, turning his face a bit rounder than it already was. It was soft with childhood and his young innocence.

“P-PUSSY!”

Attachment drew in another deep breath.

“PRISSY!”, he shouted freely. His heart growing little wings when he pronounced the swearwords, “PRICK!”

His friend’s incredulous giggles had changed over to violent cheers by now. He was vigorously advocating for the younger side to keep going, to be louder and more mean with his words.

More and more words rolled off his tongue, his brain eagerly providing more and more words from combination and memory of actual terms. By now, Casper’s cheeks were tinted in shades of pink to red. Even his heart-shaped freckles were shining a bit, more so than before when he expected to go adventuring with Remus! The blush on his cheeks grew darker and something in his eyes seemed to be veiled by the increasing darkness around them.

“Snakeface”, he whispered.

A tear rolled down his face but he sniffled it away and continued, in a shaky whisper “liar”. Casper shook his head, his fingers carefully brushing over the patient cheeks and caressed them ever so slightly. His heart was aching but also resonating with the pain vibrating in his vocal chords, burning in his throat and pulling at his eyes enough to force more tears out.

Remus carefully lifted him up.

“Wanna ride into the evening?”

Oh.

Casper looked up.

For some reason, he has stared into the abyss all this time but did not notice the sun lowering enough to start and disappear just a bit behind all these large mountains. Mountains were just twig-like giant hills, he reminded himself.

“Hey, Ree?”, he asked softly as he tapped his feet on the ground, reminding himself of what it felt like to stand and feel something grounding him physically. The pink side rested himself against his friend’s side as per usual.

A warm arm clasped around him and drew him close enough for a half hug.

“Yeah?”

Casper closed his eyes softly, a longing smile sneaking onto his lips.

“Do you think the sun wants to play hide and seek with us but is really bad at it?”

Remus smiled.

“Wanna go and find out?”

The smaller one smiled. “Eh! Yes! Of course!!! Why would you ask, I always want to do things if it is with you!”

He wrapped his arms around his friend’s arm around him and gently squeezed it before giving him the space to turn into a dragon again. He swiftly swung himself up his back and hugged him close. This time, fear did not make him grip any tighter at all. There was comfort and love between them when the friends slowly glided into the warmth of orange hints the sun left for them.

“Tomorrow we can ride dragons together!”

Casper shook his arms immediately.

“And clouds! We need to ride clouds! Can we do that?”

Remus giggled, letting them drop a whole bunch of feet before taking a radical curve around a mountain.

“Logan would say ‘no’ but I will show you otherwise~”

Their laughter intertwined vocally and Casper stretched out his arms to try and reach for the sun’s warming rays. They were so beautifully rosy by now, just like the colour to represent him and adorn his logo.

“Anyway, my favourite word you said today was totally this ‘assbutt’ one!”

“Reee! Nuuuu!”

“Hahaha! Yesss!”

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Take the Heat

Summary:  Dean is sent to Sioux Falls Mixed-Gender Correctional Prison to live out his ten year sentence.

Tags: Russian Mafia, Gangster!Cas, Alpha!Cas, Omega!Dean, True Mates, Mating Cycles/In Heat

Relationship: Castiel Krushnic x Dean Winchester

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Written for last years spnabobingo and spnkinkbingo lol

Dean couldn’t believe he got caught.

It was embarrassing, really. They planned the heist for months, working every little detail out to ensure no mistakes were made.

His father blamed him, of course, and his new presentation.

‘You didn’t fuck up jobs before you were a breeder,’ he had told Dean when he came to visit him at the jail. Dean was awaiting sentencing at the time, only a week after he was arrested for a job gone sideways.

He could have argued that it wasn’t his fault, that no one expected the forth guard to show up when he did and it was just a matter of happenstance, but he didn't. Instead he mumbled a ‘Yes, I’m sorry Sir.’

It wasn’t like there was anything they could do about it now. The damage had been done and he was charged with ten years for armed robbery and assault to Sioux Falls Correctional Prison Facility.

He couldn’t imagine what was awaiting him. He had ended up downtown a couple times for some mere disturbance and assault charges, but he had never gone to prison. He heard all the stories about omegas in there, beaten and raped and played with until they either submitted or gone crazy. He was sure he wouldn’t let that happen to himself, he wasn’t going to let some piece of shit alpha gangster break him, he would fight back if he had to.

At least that’s what he told himself.

“You will be forced to use scent blockers and suppressants during your time spent residing here,” the warden told him. He looked smug behind his mahogany desk, talking dismissively, as if taking away Dean’s free will was no big deal at all. It occured to the omega that at this point in the alpha’s career, it probably wasn’t. “We can’t have you causing a commotion with your smell or going into heat.”

Dean nodded, because it was exactly what he was expecting. He never used suppressants before, he knew how bad they could be for omegas if they were used too often and too long, and the side effects were atrocious. But he didn’t want some knothead alpha attacking him either, so he begrudgingly accepted the terms.

“You will be placed on the third floor and will share a cell with another inmate. I suggest you get along with them because we do not take requests to switch inmate’s cell blocks.”

Dean nodded for the seventeenth time, rolling his eyes at the alpha’s useless information.

“His name is Castiel Krushnic,” the warden continued. Dean looked up from his lap with, eyebrows raised with question. That name sounded vaguely familiar. “And he’s a crazy son of a bitch so don’t get on his bad side.”

Great.

Of course his cellmate was batshit, it’s exactly what he expected the universe to hand him at this point.

“Yeah, got it.” Dean sighed, “Look I’m not stupid, I know how this shit works. Suppressants and scary gangsters and bad food, I know what to except. My father’s been through a couple times-”

“John Winchester,” the warden interrupted. “Yes, I know. A real piece of work if you ask me.”

“Don’t I know it?” Dean sat up in his chair. “Can we get on with this already?” He then asked impatiently.

The warden gritted his teeth, “You won’t last long in this place, Winchester, not if you keep up the act. I suggest you learn a little obedience to the higher dynamics around you because if you’re not careful some alpha is going to eat you up and spit you out,” he warned. “Omega’s ain’t got no good place here.”

Dean briefly wondered if the warden was allowed to speak to him like that, but brushed it off. It’s not like anyone would care.

“Really?” He asked sarcastically, “Omegas having trouble in a mixed-gender prison? I would have never guessed.

The alpha let out a low growl, palms resting flat against his desk. Instead of reprimanding him again, as Dean expected him to do, the warden suddenly called out, “Peter?”

A few moments passed, and then a tall beta walked through the door. He was dressed in a blue uniform with a taser and a gun attached to his hip.

“Come take Winchester to his cell, please. Show him around the place.”

The guard walked out to Dean with cuffs in his hand, clicking them around the omega’s wrists with a perverted smile.

This is gonna be fucking awful, the omega thought to himself as the man dragged him up out of his seat and lead him out the door with a rough push.

They walked down a bland, white hallway and into the room where the front desk sat. He held Dean by the chain of his cuffs as he unlocked the door. Dean briefly wondered how much of an asshole it took to be one of these guards. The guy must have gotten off on the whole power-play aspect of it all. Just like fucking cops.

“So, tell me. Did you become a prison guard because you didn’t have the balls to be on the force,” Dean started with a smirk plastered on his face. “Or to make up for lacking a knot?”

The guard shoved him into the wall as he opened the door, “Shut the fuck up.” Dean smiled and followed him into another dark hallway.

“That’s what I thought,” Dean continued. “What’s the matter? Omegas aren’t interested in your pathetic cock so you have to come here and push ‘em around to prove your masculinity?”

The guard pushed him up against the wall, growling at the omega, “You better shape up, kid,  or someone’s gonna end up beating you to a pulp, and no guard is gonna be there to help.”

“Don’t you think you’re overcompensating a bit?” The omega could deal with a little manhandling, he liked to push people’s buttons, and getting a rise out of the guard was exactly what he needed right now.

The beta backed off with another growl and forcefully lead the omega into a small elevator. He pressed the third button, silent and fuming with anger.

He followed the guard through another door and into the cell block, eyes glancing over the silver bars that lined the hallway. As they walked down the path, people shouted from their cells. They shouldn’t have been able to tell he was an omega, what with the three scent blockers he had doused himself with, but that didn’t mean they weren’t interested. A couple of alpha-looking men cooed and flirted with him, but Dean didn’t look at them as he passed by. He didn’t want to look at them or imagine what they wanted to do with him.

When they reached the end of the hallway Dean was thinking maybe the guard had picked the wrong floor. That was, until, he was sharply pushed against the last cell and the guard opened up his block. Dean’s heart was hammering in his chest. He didn’t dare look behind him because he could hear another person moving behind the bars, his cellmate.

The supposedly insane Castiel Krushnic let out a soft chuckle when the beta warned him to get back against the wall.

“My, my, I didn’t know my new mate was gonna be such a looker,” in any other occasion, Dean would be wet with slick at the deep, Russian accent rolling off the man’s tongue. But today he was disgusted with the flirtatious voice, it was a threat.

Dean could smell a faded musk of alpha, and wondered if the people sharing the block before them had been alphas. When the cell gate clanged open, the guard hastily pushed him inside, locking the door behind him.

The scent suddenly got a bit stronger and he glanced at his cell mate, sniffing the air in curiosity. His eyes went wide with fear when he realized what was happening, “What the fuck?!”

The beta turned to him with a sigh, “What? What is it now?”

“You can’t make me share a cell with an alpha,” Dean demanded. “What the fuck kind of place is this? You’re putting my life in danger.”

He heard Castiel chuckle yet again, but he said nothing as he sat on his bed.

The beta rolled his eyes, “You have scent blockers and suppressants, you’ll be fine.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dean reached through the bars to try and grab the guard in anger but his fingertips barely skimmed the man’s uniform as he dodged the omega quickly.

He pulled out his taser in defense, “Watch it, you don’t wanna be assaulting a guard on your first day. Being placed with an alpha is nothing less than what you deserve, Bitch.”

Where he came from, or at least in his own mindset, saying bitch to an omega were some fighting words. He growled, not letting up as he reached through the bars, “I’ll fucking kill you, you pathetic wannabe alpha piece of shit!”

The guard laughed as he walked away, and the omega continued to growl until he was out of sight.

From behind him, he heard a few slow claps, “I have to say I am impressed by your spirit, pup.”

“Do not call me pup . I am a grown adult.”

The alpha only smirked at him, amused.

Now that Dean was actually looking at the alpha, he was kind of taken aback at how attractive he was. Don’t get him wrong, he still hated the man with every fiber of his being. But he couldn’t deny the alpha had something going for him, with messy dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He had maybe and inch or two on Castiel, but that didn’t negate the fact that he was still six feet of pure, unadulterated alpha.

He needed to talk to the warden. Surely, there must have been a rule about alphas and omegas sharing space like this, there had to be some kind of law. How could there not be?

“It was not an insult, красивая,” Dean sucked in a breath at the slip of Russian.

No, he reprimanded himself

“Although you look like a pup, how old are you?”

Dean gritted his teeth, he did not look like a pup. He was 6’2 and well built for an omega. He grumbled under in breath and looked at the alpha with a sigh, “I’m twenty, so you can fuck-off.”

Castiel grinned at him, “Not even old enough to buy yourself a beer and you’re in North Dakota’s most dangerous prison.” The alpha tsked with a smug expression, “How did a sweet thing like you end up in that kind of trouble?”

Dean let out a little growl, “None of your fucking business, that’s how?”

The alpha took a step towards him, his amused smirk contorting into a deathly stare. Dean took a step back with a growl, glaring at him. Before he could react the alpha had him pinned up against the wall with no way to move, “I have enough enemies, I am not interested in making any more. But if you test me, I will react.” He growled into the omega’s ear, “You would benefit from making friends with me, pup.”

Dean shied away from his touch, still growling low in his throat, “Yeah? And how’s that?” He struggled against the alpha grip.

Seemingly amused again, the alpha’s grip tightened, “There are only two other omegas in this prison. One of them is a Krushnic, and he is lucky for that. He is taken care of, and for that no one dares to touch him. The other omega, though? He had no such luck.” Dean shuttered, “So unless you would like to be raped raw everyday for the remainder of your sentence, I suggest you play nice with me.”

“Are you threatening to rape me?” Dean bit out.

“No,” Castiel said defensively. “I’m threatening to take away your only hope at surviving this place: My protection.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Why would you help me, huh? What do I gotta do in return? Be your bitch? ” He wasn’t interested in being someone’s warm hole to fuck, especially not Castiel’s.

“I wasn’t planning on demanding that of you, but if that is what you wish it can be arranged,” the alpha laughed. “All I want is a good cellmate, me and my last one didn’t get along so well. It made things… difficult.”

“Well do you usually pin your ‘good cellmates’ against the wall, Castiel? ” the omega asked, getting tired of the uncomfortable position. The alphas elbows were digging into his stomach, and the pressure around his hands was starting to cut his circulation off.

Without a thought, the alpha backed off and straightened up as if nothing happened, an unreadable look on his face, “My apologies.”

Dean blinked, who the fuck was this guy? ‘My apologies’, like he didn’t just fucking kung-fu grip him against the wall and threaten to be his ‘enemy’. “So, pup, are you gonna tell me what you’re here for?”

“Why do you want to know?” Dean asked with an accusing tone. He glared, crossing his arms.

“I want to know what you’re capable of,” the alpha said with a smile. “Come on, tell me. I promise mine is worse.”

“Okay, that doesn’t make me feel better about you,” Dean said, wondering what kind of fucked up shit the alpha had done to promise such a thing.

Castiel gave him insistent eyes and he shrugged, “Botched a robbery, got uh, ten years for it.”

“You’ll get out in six with good behavior, trust me,” Castiel assured the omega. “This place is packed, they can’t afford to not let people out early on parole. And they’ll probably take pity about you being an omega and all.”

“Thanks,” Dean said sarcastically. “So what about you? The warden told me you were all kinds of fucked up, what’d you do?”

Castiel smirked, looking a little more than amused, “Accessory to a murder, twenty years. Those fuckers were keeping an eye on me for years, and all they could get on me was accessory to a murder. Fucking pathetic.”

Dean tried to ignore how hot the alpha swearing was, “Who was watching you?”

“The FBI,” Castiel said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “They like to keep tabs on my family, but they’re not very good at it.”

“What are you like in a gang or something?” Dean asked, wondering just how fucked he was for befriending this psychotic man.

“No, pup,” the alpha chuckled, sighing as he sat back on his bed. “The Bratva,” he said, the r rolling off his tongue through the thick accent.

“The what?” Dean asked. “Is that some kind of special group for crazy murderous bastards?”

Castiel nodded, “Yes and no. What I mean is I am of the Krushnic family… of the Russian mafia,” he nodded to Dean. He leaned back with a smile, “That omega I was talking about earlier? My cousin Balthazar. Our family is powerful, we have a standing in this prison and all across the world.”

Dean’s eyes were wide, “Um… okay. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.” The mafia? Like the mafia mafia? Dean was in over his head. He needed to pull back, abort, get away from this alpha and never look back.

Except he couldn’t because he was his cellmate and also happened to be the only chance at protection from this hell that Dean had.

“I know what you’re thinking, but you should stop that right now. The Russian mafia isn’t the most fucked up organization in this place. You should feel lucky you didn’t get placed with one of those nazi Aryan fucks,” Castiel spat.

“Hey, fuck you Krushnic!” Dean heard someone shout from a cell across the way.

Castiel stood up and walked over to the gate, one hand wrapping around a bar. He growled, “ Я вырежу его язык!” Dean tried to will the omega inside him to calm down as the alpha screamed. The alpha is not attractive, you will not fall for the convicted murderer , he told himself.

“Ew, there’s nazis here?” Dean asked, trying to urge the alpha to come back and sit down and stop yelling at the bald, tattooed man.

The alpha sighed and walked back over to Dean, “Oh, puppy. That and more, the scum of the earth walk through these halls. I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to it.”

Dean nodded, trying to comprehend it all. He kept asking Castiel about his family, what they did, who they worked with. Castiel gave him small grins and short answers, leaving out all the good stuff. Dean imagined it was because there were probably ears listening in on their conversation.

When he got bored of the conversation he climbed up on the top bunk and laid down, sighing at the rush of nerves flowing through his body. Being in this place wasn’t going to be an easy adjustment. He only hoped that with the scent blockers he could pass as a beta to most. He knew, of course, that some of the alphas would be able to pick it up, but if he put enough on the betas might leave him alone.

He didn’t know how this whole ‘protection’ thing went. What, is the alpha just going to announce to the entire prison ‘this is mine’ and leave it at that? He didn’t want to be perceived as some weak omega that couldn’t protect himself, but he also didn’t want to get killed… or worse.

He ended up falling asleep for an hour or so, waking up to loud announcements about dinner. He heard an alarm and then the lock of the gates unlocking. The cell mates walked in an orderly line, the guards watching from every corner. Castiel hit the bed frame a couple times, “Come on, pup. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Dean hopped out of the bed, shoving his prison-issued boots on.

“For what I’m about to do,” the alpha started, earning the omega’s attention. “I apologize for because I know you don’t want to be touched. I’m sorry, but I need to make a statement.”

Their fellow inmates began to pass by and through the door on their way to the lunchroom. Dean only had a moment to step back before Castiel was grabbing him and pressing his body against the bars. The alpha’s fingers entangled with his hair, and he leaned in to kiss the omega. Dean struggled at first, a small whine escaping his mouth before he gave in and kissed the man back. Castiel slipped his tongue in the omega’s mouth, licking his teeth and he growling in a display of dominance.

He could hear the alphas and betas behind him whistling and commenting, but he couldn’t focus with the alphas tongue in his mouth and hands on his body. Despite the inmates teasing, it was clear to everyone now that Dean was Krushnic property.

Dean almost wanted to continue when the alpha pulled away, taking deep breaths as he tried to regain himself, “Okay…”

“My apologies,” the alpha told him, straightening up as he neared the opened gate. “Now come on, pup, follow me.”

Dean stayed close behind Castiel, following him into a large cafeteria that smelled of food and sweat. Dean turned his nose at the smell. Ever since he was a child he had a sensitive nose, it was part of being an omega.

They got in line with the rest of the inmates, Dean stared at the food in front of them. There was some kind of rice-looking dish and soup, and down the line were some bread rolls. Dean grabbed one of the milks out of it’s case and picked up a tray, holding it in front of the cook just like Castiel had done. She glared at the omega and slapped some food on the platter. He just looked down at his food, avoiding eye contact. You had to be a real hardass if you were a woman working in a facility such as this, and he wouldn’t dare try pissing off the lady in charge of feeding him.

He followed Castiel over to a table. Sitting there was a short, blonde man, he could tell the alpha knew him by the way he shot the man a familiar smile, “Balthazar, this is Dean.”

His eyes lit up, “You’re the other omega! People are already talking about you, kid. Be careful.”

Dean nodded, “Thanks for the heads up, but your cousin here already filled me in on what all the big bad alphas wanna do with me.”

Balthazar took a bite of his food, “I figured he would. Heard you already took dibs, Cassie.” The omega looked to his relative with expectant eyes.

“Just being efficient,” the alpha shot back. He gave Balthazar a glare. “I knew people already had their eyes on him, everyone was so excited to have another omega. They’re probably angry we took him in as a Krushnic.”

Balthazar smirked, “Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

Dean quietly ate his food as he listened to the Krushnics talk. A group of people sat around them, sometimes chiming in to their conversation. It soon became clear to Dean that the large group of alphas were Krushnic recruits as well. They were large, mean looking men with tattoos and frowns but they didn’t seem too threatening when they got to talking.

When he came back from dumping his tray, he shoved Castiel and murmured, “I’m gonna go take a leak.” The alpha nodded, looking over to the closest alpha.

“Dmitri, accompany Dean to the bathroom. I have to discuss something with Balthazar. See that he makes a safe return,” he ordered. The alpha nodded and Dean blushed. He wasn’t sure how he felt about having someone tagging along while he was going pee.

Dmitri lead him to the bathroom and stood next to him as he went, making Dean semi uncomfortable. He almost couldn’t piss with the alpha standing there all brooding and silent.

The bathroom door opened suddenly and Dean heard a loud growl from the man next to him.

“Alistar, what the fuck are you doing here. We have territory for a fucking reason, and the left wing is yours.” Dean zipped his pants up, taking a step back from the men. “You got a death wish or something?”

A couple of alphas followed behind Alistar, and Dmitri growls grew scary.

“Not exactly,” the slimy alpha said with a chuckle. “I want the omega. You give him here and I’ll leave, no force needed.”

Dmitri let out a low laugh, “Not a fucking chance. He’s Castiel’s, back off.”

“Castiel can have him at night,” Alistar dismissed. “They do share a cell, don’t they? Maybe we can make an arrangement,” he flashed a sickeningly yellow smile at the omega.

Why Alistar, of all people, was allowed to disregard the scent blockers rule was beyond Dean. But he could smell the musk of the alpha, a sick arousal spilling into the air. Dean thought he was going to throw up, maybe from the nerves or maybe from the smell, he didn’t know.

He wanted that faint scent of Castiel back, the one that smelled like cinnamon and honey. He wanted to get out of here and go home and never come back and it made his heart hurt when he realized that this is his home now, fighting for the safety of himself and his life every day.

“No,” Dmitri insisted. “I’m giving you one more chance to Back. Off. ”

The two alphas on Alistar’s sides walked up to him and Dmitri threw a punch, his fist connecting with one of their faces. Then, it was an all out fight, and Dean shrugged as his fingers clenched together into a fist. He had fought some people in his day, he could at least help. He threw a couple punches and kicked one of the alpha’s in the balls before his felt Alistar’s cold, clamming arms wrapping around him, his scent engulfing the omega’s senses. This time he couldn’t help but gag.

“Come on now, don’t act like you aren’t excited for a real knot,” Alistar whispered into his eyes. Dean looked over to Dmitri, who was busy taking a boot to the face. Dean flinched at the loud crack of his nose, the alpha shouting in pain.

Dean shook his head and tried to get out of the alpha’s grip, elbowing the man in the chest. The alpha growled, grabbing Dean and pushing him up against the wall.

“It’s a good thing I don’t care either way, then, if you’re gonna be so difficult about it. He punched Dean in the face. Alistar’s hand wrapped around his neck and slammed the omega’s head into the wall a couple times, making him dizzy and sick.

He thanked God when one of his kicks connected with the alpha’s shin, making him take a step back. He could feel blood dripping down his face and matting in his hair but he didn’t care. Alistar grunted when Dean’s foot connected with his stomach.

“You little bitch,” he spat, reaching out. Dean pushed him away, stumbling out of the bathroom. He ran back into the cafeteria, feeling bad for leaving Dmitri back there. He knew he couldn’t have saved him.

He walked with wide eyes back over to Castiel’s group, well aware of the people staring at him. Every time he looked down there was little speckles of blood on the floor.

Balthazar gasped when his eyes landed on Dean, standing up as the omega approached the table. Castiel squinted in confusion and then turned around to see what the omega was looking at.

He growled when he saw the state of Dean.

“What the fuck happened?” He demanded, “Where is Dmitri?” He placed a hand on Dean’s face, examining his injuries.

“Some knothead… Alistar,” Dean said. Balthazar swore under his breath and Castiel let out and inhuman growl. “Dmitri, I don’t know. He had a couple people with him but…”

Castiel nodded, shouting at the alphas behind him in Russian. A guard approached them, eyebrows furrowed at the blood and open wounds on the omega’s face.

“What the hell is going on here,” he demanded.

Dean let out a growl, “How ‘bout none of your fucking business, Peter.”

“Looks like you got into a fight. On your first day? That doesn’t look good for you,” he said, sounding smug.

“Doesn’t look like anything to me,” Balthazar said. “Not sure what you’re talking about. The omega looks fine.”

Castiel smirked, “Indeed, I don’t see anything wrong with him. Why is it that you came over here again?” Peter glared at the both of them scoffing.

“Whether or not I like you, I have to get you to the nurse or something,” Peter said, grabbing Dean’s arm.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m fine, fuckin’ aces. Or at least I was before you walked over here for no reason and started putting your hands all over me,” Dean retorted, following the Krushnics lead.

“What the hell are you lunatics playing at?” Peter asked. “Are you serious right now?”

“Deadly,” Castiel said, tugging Dean away from the beta. He pushed him through the halls, having one of the other guards escort them back up to their cell. Castiel knew this guard, and he seemed to be far less of a dick than Peter. He didn’t ask what happened to the omega’s face, he could probably guess.

When they got back to their cell the guard handed them a mini first aid kit that he had pulled from his belt, “Technically, I’m not supposed to be giving this to you but both of us know you won’t say anything.” Castiel nodded at him with a thanks and the guard left them in the cell alone.

Castiel turned to him, “You okay, pup?” Dean almost laughed at the concern in his voice.

He nodded, “I thought I told you not to call me that.” The omega sighed as he sat down on Castiel’s bed, hoping the alpha didn’t mind.

His body and mind hurt. He had had a terrible first day.

The alpha kneeled in front of him with the opened first aid kit, leaning into the omega’s face with a wet antibacterial cloth.

Dean pushed his hand away, “It’s fine, I can do it.” He was a grown ass man for God’s sake, he could fix up a couple scratches.

The alpha shook his head, “It’s my fault you ended up with these, let me take care of them.”

“Not your fault,” Dean rolled his eyes. “It’s Alistair’s fault because he’s the one who did it.”

“Yeah, well Alistair is my rival, and he took a liking to you mostly because I did. I should have sent more than just Dmitri, I should have gone with you myself,” the alpha assured him. He reached up to Dean’s face again and this time Dean didn’t have the heart to push it away. He hissed as the cloth stung with wounds, huffing when Castiel insisted they put a bandaid on the worst one.

“Dmitri said something about having territory… is that true?” Dean asked. Just how complicated was this mafia thing? “Which family is he apart of?”

“Yes, we divide the prison between the left and right wing. The right is ours, it divides through the cafeteria and Alistair crossed that line. Which is not okay, he will be reprimanded thoroughly for that,” Castiel said with a bite to his voice. Dean wondered why the alpha was so pissed he got hurt, was it about Dmitri? “And to answer your other question, Alistair’s the head of the Aryan Brotherhood. At least, in this prison anyways.”

“He doesn’t look like those other fuckers,” Dean commented.

“Yeah, well, that’s because he doesn’t have to.” Dean nodded. He guessed that was explanation enough. The alpha’s hand reached around the back of his head and he winced as his fingers brushed by the gash there.

“Apologies,” the alpha said. The omega turned his head to let him look at it.

“Need stitches? ‘Cause if you get me some dental floss, a needle, and two mirrors I can probably do it myself,” he smirked at the alpha.

The alpha laughed, “No, no you’re fine.”

Dean didn’t know why he was starting to like the alpha. There was just something about it that appealed to the omega. Maybe it was because the alpha wasn’t as much of a bad person as he had originally thought, or maybe Dean was just doing his best to adapt to the people around him.

Chapter Two

[hellafiction]

Raise a little hell.(Michael x reader x Lucifer)Ch.3

Plot: (Y/n) is a 19yr. Old witch with some serious daddy issues who despite everything,is like a sister to the Winchester’s and risks her life to free Michael and Lucifer from the cage.Desperate times, desperate measures,right?

Warnings: Blood,violence,it’s supernatural? Self destructive coping mechanisms,swearing,at times nsfw.Mostly comedy though.

Note:So I forgot to elaborate on what sort of destructive mechanisms I’m going to pepper into this fic!Those can range from alcoholism to even self harm,as I sure do love my angst and hurt!And I hope you like this chapter!Sorry if it’s too short,I’ll try and uptdate often.

Ch.1 Ch.2 ch.4

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“Well,what are you waiting for,ya idjits?Go gather all your weapons!”Bobby commanded,he felt tired.

Not even devil himself dared to object to Bobby’s command,so everyone piled out of the room to gather their collections.Soon enough,the team was back in the room,either organising or researching the relics.

Hours flew by like this,but their hard work so far seemed fruitless,all that research.At that point I was so tired,i suggested that we kill all the gods that we can and hope for the best.Sort of contradicting my previous idea.

“We can’t gank all the gods,we need to put the leaders on top of our list!”Dean hissed,his body practically merging with the couch.

“Well yeah-But we need to find out who they even are first.”Sam sighted.

“I can go up to heaven to see if anyone has heard anything,meanwhile,I suggest you go do something else,”Cas said.

Dean rubbed his face in frustration,looking all defeated until he noticed a newspaper under his feet,inspecting it a bit,his eyebrows rise.“Oh hey-look!”

“Oh wow,”There were no words to describe what we saw.I felt cold chills run down my spine.

“But a stake,really?What is this-middle ages!?”Sam briefly sent me a worried glance.

Throughout a small town,there were women getting murdered by being burned at a stake,like Salem witch trials all over again.The stakes were displayed in the busiest streets,yet according to the news,no one had seen anything.

“This ain’t right,”I felt nauseous,I scanned the room and my eyes landed on Lucifer,we made eye contact and I had a split second to decide between looking away or raising my eyebrows.I chose the latter.

Lucifer raised his eyebrows in return,wordlessly asking me ‘what?’

Sam was the unfortunate soul to notice our weird interaction,so he decided to pretend that he didn’t see anything.

It had been an hour since moose and squirrel left to play pretend as FBI agents,according to them,I was the perfect person to stay and do mountains of research.

“Stop sulking princess,you look a bit too young to be from FBI.”Chuckled Bobby.

I glared at him,hating that he was right.I got up from my seat and cracked my back letting out a satisfied groan.

The cracking noise made Michael cringe internally.

Two hours later,everything somehow had gone to shit.

I was swimming in and out of consciousness,my wrists and neck felt sore,I tried to move but couldn’t,at that my eyes snapped open and I realised I was bound to what appeared to be a stake.

“Oh shit”

With pure willpower,i stopped my heart from trying to beat out of my chest,I closed my eyes,counted to ten before reopening them to try to asses the situation and to take in my surroundings.

It looked like I was in some sort of a warehouse.It was dark and humid in a slimy way,from what I could see,the ground was coated in layers of old,dried blood.Then,I noticed an old,rusty tray filled with all kinds of scary equipment.

I felt as if fear was physically stabbing me in the heart.This was not good.

Suddenly,there were audible footsteps and whistling,I looked up and if my heart was already on the floor,then now it had definitely fallen to the deepest pits of hell.

“Surprise!”He laughed before walking to the tray of nightmares.Then,he picked up what appeared to be a rusty scalpel,he put it down before taking another,inspecting it for a few seconds.He turned to me and softly smiled,it looked creepy as fuck.When he walked in front of me I noticed that he had picked up rusty,jagged scissors.”Now,you can scream,you can even cry,but if you don’t tell me what the Winchester’s are planning,I’m going to use this!You see what it is right?Im going to cut off your beautiful breasts.”

Tears welled up in my eyes,thoughts were running through my head,was I seriously going to die by the hands of a man who I had given my virginity to?“Oh come on!Dont you have a soft spot for me?”I tried to stall my inevitable,painful demise,yet,my traitorous soul was hoping that I’ll be saved this time.

“This ain’t personal,honey.”He darkly chuckled.

“Why are you doing this!?”I was getting more panicked by the second.My eyes started focusing on him,it had been a few years since i had seen him.He hadn’t changed at all.

His features twisted into an angry,bitter expression-the same features I had once considered handsome.“You mortals are so ungrateful!Even a few centuries ago we were feared and worshipped!Then,you disgusting,hairless apes decided you’re too good for that,we lost everything,yet there was nothing we could do!”He yelled.

“Then why murder innocent women!?”I screamed in anger.

He ignored me and continued his tangent,”We’re sick of it,if the only way we can get to our former glory is by coming out of hiding,then so be it!”He started ripping open my thin shirt,”and by the way,sweetheart,they’re witches.”

“But I thought gods had nothing against witches!”

“Oh,most don’t.”He grinned at me.

“And How was this not personal?!”Stalling so far wasn’t working as good as it could have.

“That’s the dumbest reason I’ve ever heard from someone who’s trying to bring an apocalypse and that’s coming from me!”A familiar voice came from behind me.

“Lucifer.”He growled.

“Why was a pagan god trying to burn witches?”Michael piped in as he plunged something into the god from behind.

Blood came out from the gods mouth as he fell to his knees,the weapon still stuck through his heart,poking out at the front.He looked over everyone one last time before his dull eyes settled on me.

And then he dropped completely.

“After all that dramatic monologue,he never actually got to the point...”Lucifer trailed off.

Both of them quickly untied me and Michael caught me off guard by lifting me off the stake bridal style,and setting me more gently than I could have expected on the ground.

“Why would he have a soft spot for you?”Michael questioned me sternly while he handed me Lucifers flannel.

“You were here the whole time!?”

“Honeeeyy,we needed the wait for the right moment!”Lucifer tried to defend himself and Michael.

My body was feeling like it could collapse any second,at that moment,I also realised that my heart was still beating uncomfortably fast,”Where’s Sam and Dean?”I questioned to distract myself.

“They’re busy with another god.”Lucifer answered,while trying to subtly look me over to see if I was hurt.

Suddenly I felt a weird sensation and we were back in Bobby’s living room.My vision focused in on the couch,so I beelined for it.”Thanks for helping me,you both aren’t that big of fluffy bastards.”

“I think you meant ‘saving’.”Lucifer retorted.He casually sat on the couch next to me,a little too close,before softly asking me,”are you okay?”

Michael subtly smiled at that,his dark chocolate eyes filling with warmth for once in his life.

[imagines-ahs]

Affection -Sixty: The Lawyer

Mine and @mistyyygoode‘s story!

Shelby's eyes grew wide. "He can't... h-he can't do that!"

"Okay, okay." Audrey took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she threw the phone away, instantly turning to her lover. "Let's j-just take a deep b-breath." She said softly, taking her lover's hands. "Let's c-calm down and t-think, o-okay?"

"H-he ca-can't!" Shelby sobbed. Her hands covered her face. She felt as if he was ruining her life again.

Audrey felt her heart breaking at the sight in front of her. She hugged her lover tightly, caressing her back as she thought of what to do. "He w-wants money, that's n-not a problem."

Shelby shook her head. "No... h-he's-he's not g-getting any f-fucking mo-money."

Audrey bit her lip as she started thinking. Suddenly, she remembered of Alice. She quickly grabbed her phone again, one arm still around her lover. The actress pressed on her sister's contact and took the phone to her ear.

Shelby looked at her lover with a confused look as tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

Soon, Alice picked up. "Alice! I need your help...! I don't care, tell Anne it's urgent, you'll be right back...! Matt doesn't want to sign the divorce papers... Shelby's ex...! can he do that...? oh, alright... oh... mhm... yes... thank God! Two months max? Okay... we will, in an hour or two... okay... thank you so much, you literally saved my life... okay... bye."

Shelby smiled softly when she heard Alice's name. She waited to see what she said. Her tears soon stopped, and she rested her head on her lover's shoulder.

Audrey quickly hung up and felt her tears coming hard, the adrenaline rushing through her body now that she knew everything was okay. "W-we..." she tried to speak, but only sobs and a smile popped out.

Shelby was so confused. She saw the smile, but the cries were so hard that she wasn't sure if they were good or bad. "Wh-what... what is it?" she asked softly.

"W-we..." Audrey tried to speak, but the tears just wouldn't let her. "We are okay," she blurted out, taking a deep breath to force her tears to stop. "It's j-just... the adrenaline."

"We're okay?" Shelby asked with a relieved breath.

"Y-yes!" Audrey smiled brightly, taking another deep breath as she was finally able to calm her tears down. "Jesus, I love you!" The actress exclaimed, hugging her lover tightly, causing both to fall back on the pillows.

Shelby smiled softly as she laid back down with Audrey. She rested her head on the woman's chest as she allowed her eyes to close. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Why are you apologizing, my love?" Audrey asked sweetly, brows furrowing softly as she hugged Shelby closely.

Shelby shrugged. "Y-you shouldn't have to deal with that... him..."

"I don't care," Audrey said firmly, tenderly. "I wouldn't mind giving him all my money if it meant I'd be able to have you as my wife... he's jealous."

Shelby smiled when Audrey called her 'my wife'. "Really?" she asked as she looked up at her lover.

"Yes," Audrey nodded, not thinking twice. "Of course, I would, Shelby... I love you. I love you more than anything. Life has no meaning if I'm not with you."

Shelby smiled even more. "I love you more than you'll ever know. I-I'm so lucky to have you." She said as her eyes started welling up with tears again.

"Oh, baby..." Audrey smiled sadly, bringing a hand up to wipe her lover's tears away. "Everything is okay now, my love."

Shelby nodded softly as she sniffled back her emotions. She hated how shaken up she was now. "I'm sorry..." her voice was barely audible as she said this.

"Shelby, babygirl." Audrey said softly, smiling sadly. "Come here." The woman sat up, pulling her fiancé with her, staring lovingly into blue eyes. "Please, don't apologize... tell me what's in your head, honeybun."

Shelby looked down. "He just..." she swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat. "Why-why d-did he have to c-come back wh-when things are per-perfect?"

Audrey bit her lip to stop her tears. She took a deep breath, caressing her lover's cheek. "B-because he just w-wants to make y-you feel bad... he w-wants money, and he s-saw the opportunity and took it, my love." She said softly.

Shelby bit her lip as she looked back up. "I-I'm sorry... d-don't cry too." She said as she brought her hands to Audrey's cheeks to wipe away the tears before they could fall.

"I won't, babygirl." Audrey smiled softly, weakly, taking another deep breath. "Do y-you... do you miss h-him?" the actress asked quietly, embarrassedly, eyes falling down as she did so.

"God, no," Shelby said as she shook her head. "Never. I-I... I don't understand h-how I married him." She explained. "I never missed him, and I never will."

"Gosh, I'm so sorry for asking that." Audrey shook her head as she stared up. "I'm sorry, my insecurities just... t-they just got all over the place."

"No, no, baby. It's okay." Shelby said softly. She gently caressed her lover's cheeks. "Mine are... are pretty bad right now too..." she admitted.

Audrey's brows furrowed softly with her lover's words. "Why, my love?" She asked softly, pulling Shelby to her lap gently.

"Matt..." Shelby said before biting her lip softly. She felt stupid for even saying it.

"You're insecure because of... Matt?" Audrey's brows furrowed even more as she caressed Shelby's sides, scooting over to the headboard so she could rest her back on it.

Shelby crawled into her lover's lap. She sighed as she rested her head on Audrey's shoulder. She knew her insecurities were nonsense, but it didn't make them anything less fearful for her. "I-I'm... afraid he'll say something... something that will change h-how you f-feel about me..."

Audrey squeezed her lover a bit, placing a kiss on top of her head. "That could never happen, my love... never." She said softly. "I love you for who you are, and nothing or no one can change that... ever."

Shelby smiled softly, shyly. "Promise?"

"Yes." Audrey smiled sweetly. "I do, of course, I do."

Shelby smiled softly. "Okay... I'm sorry I'm being so... so stupid." She sighed.

"If you're being stupid then I'm being stupid, too, because we're both insecure because of Matt." Audrey said sweetly, trying to cheer her lover up, caressing her cheek now.

"Why are you insecure, babydoll?" Shelby asked softly.

"W-well..." Brown eyes fell down. "I m-mean... we always get a b-bit jealous of exes. I s-suppose... scared your l-loved one w-will want to go b-back to... t-them."

"I would never," Shelby said softly as she caressed her lover's cheek. "Even if he was the last person on earth I wouldn't."

"I-it's just... he had a l-life with you and I... I d-don't know, it scares m-me." She sighed softly, ashamed.

"But I have a life with you now. And only five months in, and it's already so much better... one month with you was so much better than two and a half years I spent with him." Shelby explained softly, tenderly, gently.

Audrey nodded as she sighed softly, brown eyes hesitantly going up to blue ones. "I'm sorry... I'm just so scared to lose you, and h-he called and I... my head kept t-telling me you'd go back t-to him and i-it was... scary."

Shelby gently caressed her lover's cheek before placing a kiss on her lips. "I will never leave you. You will never lose me, Audrey. I promise you that."

Audrey closed her eyes at the feeling of Shelby's lips on hers, smiling softly as she did so. "Okay..." she opened her eyes softly. "You'll never lose me, too."

"I love you so much," Shelby said softly. "So, so much."

"I love you so much more, my love." Audrey smiled softly, caressing her lover's cheek before kissing her lovingly.

"You are my forever and always," Shelby said before kissing Audrey's once more, soft and tender.

Audrey smiled as she kissed her lover again, one hand caressing her waist while the other caressed her waist. "Do you want me to tell you what Alice told me?" she asked softly.

"Yes please," Shelby said softly before she rested her head on Audrey's shoulder again.

"Okay," Audrey said softly before placing another kiss on top of her lover's head. "She told me Matt has to sign, and if he doesn't the judge will make him do so."

"Really?" Shelby asked in an excited tone.

"Yes." Audrey giggled. "We basically had a breakdown... for nothing."

Shelby let out a sigh in relief. "Thank God... so, we can really get married when we get back home?" she asked with hopeful eyes.

Audrey melted at her lover's big, blue eyes, biting her lip at the question. "I mean... we have to call your lawyer first and let them know the situation, so they can talk to the judge... the judge will probably do some reconciliation section first and then separate the money and stuff again, and that's it... Alice told me that it takes two months max."

"Two months..." Shelby sighed as she looked down. "Okay... w-we can wait." She said, more towards herself than Audrey. She knew nothing could break them, but something about marrying Audrey just made it so much more real for her.

"Hey," Audrey said softly, lifting Shelby's head gently, staring into beloved blue pearls. "I'm not going anywhere... it could take two years, I don't care."

"Th-thank you," Shelby said softly. "I just... never mind, it sounds stupid." She said with a small sigh.

"What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything." Audrey reassured sweetly.

"I know you love me, and I love you... I know neither of us are going anywhere, but I just feel like being married to you would be like... like the cherry on top." Shelby said with a shy smile.

Audrey smiled softly as she nodded, still absorbing her lover's words. "But... you know we don't need a title to make us, what we have, special, right?" she asked softly.

"Of course, I know that. I just feel like it would be nice to say, officially, that you're my wife." Shelby said. "See it sounds... stupid."

"Baby, no, it doesn't." Audrey quickly reassured. "Not at all... in fact, I can't wait to say it too... I've been saving for my wedding since I was twenty-two, of course, I know what you mean, babygirl."

Shelby looked up at her lover with a small smile. "I love you so much. Thank you for always making me feel better."

"You don't have to thank me for that, honeybun," Audrey said softly, putting a stray of blonde hair behind her lover's ear. "I'm happy when you're happy."

"And I'm happy when you're happy, babydoll." Shelby smiled softly.

Audrey smiled sweetly to her lover before placing another soft kiss on her lips, pulling apart and hugging her tightly right after. "I wish I could stay here forever." She mumbled as she buried her face into the crook of her fiancé's neck.

"Me too, babydoll." Shelby said softly as she wrapped her arms around her lover's waist. "We should probably go take a shower though."

"Yeah..." Audrey sighed softly before inhaling deeply into the crook of Shelby's neck, placing a kiss right after before pulling apart. "Can it be a very warm one?"

Shelby smiled before placing a kiss on her lover's lips. "Of course, gorgeous. Do you want to take a bath?"

"I don't think we have the time." Audrey pouted. "But when we come back home, yes... oh, don't you think it's a good idea to call your lawyer? Just for things to start going quicker..." the actress asked softly.

"Yes, that's probably a good idea. I'll call her while you go start the water so it's nice and hot by the time I get in there. If that's okay?"

"Yes, that's perfect." Audrey nodded. "Oh, and see if Chris answered your butt text." She laughed.

"I forgot all about that!" Shelby laughed softly. She got off the bed and grabbed her phone from her purse. She indeed had a text message from her brother.

Chris: Do I even want to know what happened?

Audrey chuckled as she started going to the bathroom, instantly turning the water on. "What happened?" she shouted from the bathroom as she heard Shelby's chuckle.

"He said: 'Do I even want to know what happened?'" Shelby said with a chuckle.

"Oh, Lord." Audrey laughed, shaking her head as she stepped out of the shower and waited for the water to heat up.

Shelby wasn't really sure what to say back at the moment since there was a task at hand. She found her lawyers contact, and called her, sitting back on the bed as she waited for an answer.

Audrey looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath, seeing herself with slightly puffy eyes.

Shelby bit her lip as she waited for the call, soon there was an answer and she ended up talking to her lawyer's assistant most of the time, saying that she would get back to her when she got back from court in a few hours.

Audrey washed her face as she waited for her lover, taking a deep breath as she did so, feeling even a little tired from it all.

Shelby said a thank you and a goodbye to the assistant before hanging up. She left her phone on the bed and joined her lover in the bathroom.

Audrey smiled through the mirror as she saw her lover, soon turning around. "Hey, my love."

Shelby smiled as she wrapped her arms around her lover's waist. "I talked to my lawyer's assistant. She said that she'll call me back later because she's in court right now."

"Okay." Audrey smiled softly before placing a kiss on her lover's lips, caressing her waist as she did so.

Shelby smiled into the kiss. "I... love you... so much..." she said between kisses.

"I... love you... too..." Audrey mumbled, one hand tangling in blonde locks.

"I would... love to... go down on... you again..." Shelby smirked.

Audrey whined softly as she let her hands fall down to her lover's ass. "B-baby..." she whimpered.

As Shelby pulled away, she lightly tugged on her lover's lip. "Yes, babydoll?" she teased.

"W-we don't... have t-time." Audrey spoke breathlessly, her eyes already closing as her stomach already started doing flips.

Shelby pouted playfully. "Okay," she sighed. "Maybe later tonight?"

"Y-yes," Audrey breathed out, taking a deep breath before opening her eyes.

Shelby loved the effect she had on her lover. She ran her hands up and down her lover's sides. "I love you so much."

"I l-love you too." Audrey breathed out, biting her lip harshly as she felt the hands on her sides. "Why a-are you teasing me l-like that?"

"Don't you like it?" Shelby asked softly, tenderly. She wanted to make sure Audrey was comfortable.

"Y-yes... I just... I'll b-be aroused the whole d-day." She mumbled, eyes closing once again.

Shelby bit her lip as she rested her hands on Audrey's hips. "You won't be the only one, babydoll."

Audrey smirked as she squeezed her lover's ass a little. "Good." She whispered, tugging on her lover's lower lip.

Shelby moaned softly at her lover's actions. "We should... get in the shower." She said softly.

"Mhm." Audrey nodded, slowly pulling away, swaying her hips as she walked to the shower.

Shelby couldn't help but stare at her lover's ass as she walked. She followed behind her, biting her lip before she closed the door.

As the door was closed, Audrey took the soap and turned around, staring into blue eyes as she bit her lip, slowly passing the soap over her body.

Shelby grabbed the shampoo to start washing her hair, slowly moving her fingers through her hair.

Audrey bit her lip as she let the soap run through her breasts, letting out a soft moan as she kept staring into blue eyes.

Shelby bit her lip as she stared at her lover. She just continued to wash her hair. She knew if she teased Audrey, she wouldn't be able to stop herself.

Audrey smirked as she kept going, letting one hand slip down, washing her center. "Hm... I'm still wet." She teased.

Shelby rinsed her hair quickly before stepping close to her lover. She placed her hand over Audrey's, gently pushing her fingers out of the way for her own. She moaned softly as she felt just how wet Audrey was.

Audrey smirked as she saw her lover stepping closer, moaning as she felt her fingers touching her. She placed the soap aside, hands caressing her lover's neck. "Do you still want to go down on me?" she bit her lip.

"Yes," Shelby said softly, honestly. "I always want to taste you."

"Feel free to." The actress smirked before kissing Shelby lustily.

Shelby kissed her lover once before getting on her knees. She knew they didn't have time for teasing, so she didn't. She went right for it, licking up the length of her lover's slit, moaning at the taste of her.

Audrey moaned loudly as she felt a tongue starting to tease her, back arching as she spread her legs a little more for her lover, hands tangling in blonde hair.

Shelby smirked, she absolutely loved how she could have her lover eager for her in seconds. She started slowly circling her tongue around her clit, and then down to her entrance and back up.

Audrey's hips bucked hard. She let a leg go up on her lover's shoulder, making it easier for Shelby to reach her. "M-more..." she whimpered.

Shelby wrapped her arm around the thigh that was now over her shoulder. She started flicking her tongue over Audrey's clit this time.

The actress' hips bucked hard as she back arched, wanting more and more. One of her hands let go of the blonde locks and went to the shower wall, wanting some support.

Shelby smirked as she looked up at her lover. She started sucking on the woman's clit.

"A-ah... fuck..." Audrey moaned as her head bent back, her hand pulling her lover closer.

Shelby smirked before pulling away to bring her tongue back down to her lover's entrance. She teased her just for a few seconds, and then thrusted into her, moaning as she tasted her even more.

The actress moaned a little louder when she felt Shelby's tongue entering her, back arching again as her hips bucked, orgasm starting to build up.

Shelby started curling her tongue with each thrust she gave, hitting that perfect spot. As she did this, she made sure that her nose nudged against Audrey's clit, wanting to give as much pleasure as possible.

Audrey felt herself getting closer as she moaned with each thrust. The actress' hand left Shelby's hair to start playing with her breast. "I-I... I..."

Shelby doubled her efforts to bring her lover over the edge. She lightly squeezed Audrey's thigh as she continued.

At the doubled efforts, Audrey lost it. Her back arched as she moaned loudly, cumming hard as she did so, holding herself the best she could.

Shelby held her lover's hips to keep her up as she helped her ride out her orgasm. She moaned at the taste of her climax as she lapped it up.

Audrey kept panting hard as her hips kept slowly grinding against her lover's face, slowly getting off of her high, head bent back.

Shelby withdrew her tongue before lightly moving over her clit a few more times before pulling away completely.

Audrey whimpered softly as she felt her lover's tongue against her clit, and then pulling away. She stared down with half-closed eyes as she panted hard, biting her lip as she did so.

Shelby slowly kissed up Audrey's body, placing a final kiss on her lips. "I love you so much."

The actress let her leg go off Shelby's shoulder slowly, smiling softly as she felt the kisses up her body and on her lips. "I love you so much more." She breathed out, hands caressing her waist.

Shelby smiled softly at her lover, kissing her once again. "I love it when I'm able to do that." She said softly, almost shyly.

Audrey bit her lip as she smirked softly. "I love it, too." She said shyly. "Sorry I kept teasing..."

"Don't be sorry. I loved it." Shelby said softly before taking the shampoo again. "Can I wash your hair?"

"Okay..." Audrey giggled. "And yes, please." Softly, the actress turned around, grabbing the soap again and started washing herself.

"Okay, babydoll." Shelby smiled before pouring some of the liquid into her hands. She then started lightly massaging it into her lover's scalp.

Audrey quickly finished washing herself off and put the soap back in place, enjoying the feeling of her lover's fingers on her scalp. "Hm... I love that." She said softly, sweetly.

Shelby smiled before placing a gentle kiss on her lover's neck. "I know... I do too."

Audrey giggled softly as she let her head bent back, eyes shutting softly.

Even though the soap was thoroughly spread out, Shelby continued. "I love washing your hair... is that weird?"

"Not at all," Audrey said softly, smiling to herself. "I love washing yours, too."

"My hair can always be washed again," Shelby said softly before placing another kiss on her lover's shoulder.

"I will gladly wash it as soon as my hair is done, baby." Audrey said sweetly, letting out a chuckle.

"Okay," Shelby said with a small smile before stepping out of the way so she could wash the soap from Audrey's hair.

Audrey giggled as she washed her eyes off, waiting for the soap to be out.

Once the soap was gone, she placed one more kiss against her lover's neck. "I love you so much, babydoll."

Audrey turned gently to place a kiss on her lover's lips, caressing her waist as she did so. "I love you too... so, so much." She whispered as she pulled away.

Shelby took the shampoo bottle and handed it over to her fiancé so she could wash her hair. "Here you go, gorgeous."

Audrey smiled as she took the bottle. "Thank you, my wife." She said absentmindedly, starting to put a small amount on her hand.

Shelby smiled shyly as she turned around, so her lover had access of her hair.

Audrey put the bottle away and started softly lingering the soap on her lover's hair. "Your hair... I love it so much." She said softly.

"I know," Shelby chuckled softly. "But I love that you love it."

Audrey chuckled as she began to massage Shelby's scalp. "I'm glad... I'll be saying it a lot."

A small moan left Shelby's lips. "I don't mind it... I like it actually."

Audrey bit her lip softly at the moan, not wanting her mind to go to dirty things. "You do?" she asked softly.

"Yes. It's one of those cute/sweet things that make me really happy." Shelby explained. "Like nose kisses and cuddles."

Audrey melted at her lover's words, starting to take the soap off now. "I love those small things too... they are the best part."

Shelby nodded in agreement. "I think so too, babydoll."

Audrey smiled as she pulled the showerhead away, turning her lover and placing a passionate kiss to her lips. "I love... you..."

Shelby softly moaned against her lover's lips. "I... love you... too." She smiled softly as she pulled away to grab the soap.

Audrey smiled softly as her lover pulled away, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves down – dirty thoughts were starting to run all over her mind.

Shelby turned and smirked when she saw the look on her lover's face. "Are you okay?" she teased.

"Yes," Audrey answered softly, blushing fiercely as her sight fell down.

"What is it?" Shelby asked as she began to wash herself.

"Nothing." Audrey giggled as she pulled a stray of her wet, blonde hair away, sight not daring to meet her lover's.

Shelby put the soap away and lifted her lover's head up. "Sexual things?" she asked with a raised brow.

The actress bit her lip hard as she blushed even more. "Y-yeah..." she said shyly.

Shelby bit her lip as she stepped closer, her body pressed against Audrey's. "Care to share these thoughts?" she asked in a low tone.

Audrey felt her breath getting stuck inside her throat, body now between Shelby's and the wall. "I was thinking about that time... that time on the shower that you ground on me the w-whole time" She bit her lip.

Shelby smirked as her hands rested on Audrey's hips. "I would love that, you know. But we don't have time." She said with a small pout. "Tonight, we'll take a bath and have a nice relaxing, sexy night."

"O-okay." Audrey breathed out as she nodded. "Sorry I'm s-so... you know, even without t-time I'm all sexual, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, baby." Shelby said softly as she caressed her lover's cheek. "I'm the same way. You know I would be in bed with you all day every day if I could."

"I know..." Audrey smiled softly. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, gorgeous." Shelby smiled softly. She placed a kiss on her lover's lips before pulling away to wash the soap off her body.

Audrey smiled at the soft kiss, pulling apart and just waiting for her lover. "I think we'll need to stop by the supermarket to buy the ingredients for the dessert."

"I think Alice will understand since you called." Shelby said softly before turning the water off. "Maybe we could stop somewhere and just grab some ice cream... wait, no never mind." She said. "No ice cream ever again."

Audrey burst into laughs with her lover's words. "B-baby..." she laughed even more. "I can eat ice cream again."

"Promise you won't die?" Shelby asked playfully as she stepped out of the shower, grabbing them both a towel.

"I do." Audrey chuckled as she rolled her eyes playfully, taking one of the towels. "Thanks, baby."

"Of course, and I have a really nice idea for the ice cream, but it might be really sticky," Shelby smirked before biting her lip.

Audrey's brows furrowed as she began drying herself. "What do you mean?" she asked softly.

"Have you ever... had sex with..." Shelby looked down, now feeling shy about the idea. "Just like, ice... like teasingly putting ice on someone?"

"Oh!" Audrey blushed fiercely for not understanding it at first. "I... um, I have, once..." she confessed shyly.

"Kind of like that, but with the ice cream," Shelby explained as she started to dry off.

"Oh..." Audrey smirked, biting her lip as she did so. "That could be... nice."

"It could, huh?" Shelby smirked softly.

"We have to try that." The actress bit her lip before letting her towel go.

Shelby hung her towel up before grabbing her hairbrush. "I agree... what flavor do you think would be best?" she asked.

"Hm... strawberry, it'd look so gorgeous on your naked body," Audrey smirked before taking her hairbrush as well.

Shelby bit her lip as she looked down. "For some season I thought you'd say something like mint."

"Why, baby?" Audrey asked softly as she started brushing her hair, brows furrowing a little.

"I'm not sure," Shelby said softly before grabbing a tie so she could braid her hair.

"Oh... okay." Audrey chuckled softly. "Are you okay with strawberry?"

"I am, but you know I'm just not a huge fan of strawberry," Shelby said softly.

"Oh, I forgot! Sorry, my love." Audrey smiled shyly as she finished brushing her hair. "What about mint then?"

Shelby smiled softly. "I think that's perfect."

"Okay then, mint it is." Audrey smiled. "I bet it'll taste so fucking good mixed with your arousal." She smirked.

Shelby blushed as she thought more about it, and her lover's words. "It'll taste good with you too."

"Thank you, baby." Audrey giggled softly before walking to the bedroom.

Shelby tied off the braid before following after her lover into the other room.

Audrey went to her suitcase and took a simple, high waisted jeans and a sweater, her usual go-to pieces.

Shelby got dressed in the same attire, but instead of jeans, she opted on leggings. She grabbed a pair of plain sneakers and slipped those on last.

Audrey put on her black underwear and her clothes on, grabbing a coat and her purse. "Ready, babygirl?"

"Yes." Shelby smiled before grabbing her purse as well.

The actress smiled and took her lover's hand, starting to guide her downstairs. "I think Mom and Dad are at the market."

"Okay, good. Maybe they didn't hear three rounds of mind-blowing sex." Shelby teased.

"Oh Lord, I hope they d—"

"We did." John interrupted, laughing as he did so, he and Amélia sitting down on the living room.

Shelby's cheeks instantly turned red. She adverted eye contact by staring down at the ground.

"John, that was so unnecessary!" Amélia exclaimed, laughing as well. "Sorry, you are both just so red right now."

"Oh my God!" Audrey shook her head, cheeks as red as a tomato. "I mean... of course, we are going to get red!"

"Sorry..." Shelby said nervously.

"Oh, don't apologize, it's not the first time we hear one of our daughters having sex." John teased.

"Dad!" Audrey blushed even more.

"He's right, baby." Amélia nodded.

"Oh, God." Shelby laughed shyly.

"Okay, okay." Audrey cut the subject off. "Me and Shelby are heading to Alice's, we should be back at the end of the afternoon to make dinner."

"Okay, that's perfect." Amélia smiled.

Shelby smiled softly, still not looking up. "See you guys later," she said softly.

"Take care, girls." John smiled.

Audrey smiled back before heading her lover out and to the car. "Oh my." The actress chuckled as they reached the vehicle.

"That was... so embarrassing," Shelby mumbled as her cheeks were still bright red.

"It was." Audrey chuckled once again. "My dad can be really... close to me sometimes."

"It's okay, my parents just aren't like that, so I'm not used to it," Shelby explained.

"I know, I know," Audrey said softly, opening the door for her lover. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, baby." Shelby said before placing a kiss on her lover's lips. She then got into the car.

Audrey smiled sweetly at the kiss, soon making her way to the other side and entering on the car and buckling herself up. "Thank you for understanding, babygirl... they just try too hard sometimes."

"It's okay. I like that better than not trying at all, you know?" Shelby said as she grabbed her lover's hand, lacing their fingers together.

"I know, and I agree." Audrey smiled sweetly as she nodded, caressing her lover's fingers before starting the car.

Shelby smiled softly as she brought her lover's hand to her lips to kiss gently.

Audrey smiled lovingly at the kiss, softly squeezing Shelby's hand. "I'll stop at a small market so we can buy the ingredients... what about some cake?"

"I think a cake sounds perfect." Shelby said with a small smile.

"A chocolate one?" the actress asked sweetly.

"Chocolate is my favorite, so yes, please." Shelby smiled.

"I'll always keep that in mind, babygirl." Audrey smiled. "We can have chocolate ice cream as well."

"That sounds perfect to me," Shelby said softly.

"I meant... for tonight," Audrey smirked as she made a turn.

"Oh!" Shelby blushed softly. "I think that would work too." She said.

Audrey bit her lip as she smirked, parking the car now. "We could go to a sex shop sometime..."

"Can we?" Shelby asked in an excited tone.

"Yes!" Audrey smirked. "We totally can... what if we bought you some nipple clips?"

Shelby felt a pang of arousal as she thought for a moment. "I've always wanted to try those."

The actress smirked as she bit her lip. "Okay."

"Those will definitely be interesting," Shelby said as she unbuckled herself.

"Without a doubt," Audrey said as she unbuckled herself as well. "Although, I'd much rather just suck on them." She teased, getting out of the car.

Shelby softly bit her lip. "I love when you do that..." her mind started to fill with sexual things, but she tried to push them away for the time being.

Audrey joined her lover at the other side, taking her hand and lacing their fingers. "When I do what?"

"Suck on my nipples," Shelby said softly, hoping no one could hear her.

Audrey bit her lip as she followed her lover to the store. "I love when I do it, too... they are so nice to suck on, and they get so pretty with red and purple marks."

Shelby was blushing hard by the time they made it to the door. "Stop it or I'll ruin my panties." She said with a playful, whiney pout.

Audrey felt her stomach doing a flip. She giggled before pushing the door open for them to enter.

"Thank you," Shelby said softly before stepping inside.

"Always, my love." Audrey smiled sweetly before guiding her fiancé to one of the halls. "Okay... milk, here." She said, grabbing a box of it.

Shelby took the cart before following after her lover. "We'll need eggs too."

"Oh, thank you for the cart. I totally forgot." Audrey giggled, placing the milk on it. "And yes."

"It's okay, baby." Shelby said softly. She wrapped one arm around her lover's waist as she started walking down the aisle.

Audrey snuggled closer to her lover, smiling lovingly as she did so.

"Get out of here, you lesbians!" An old man screamed from the end of the aisle.

Shelby rolled her eyes as she just kept walking. She subconsciously pulled her lover closer.

Audrey took a deep breath as she snuggled closer as well, her blood boiling as she began to get angry. "Fucker." She mumbled, pulling apart to take the eggs.

"It shouldn't be allowed!" He screamed again. "You are both going to Hell!"

"I'll see you there!" Shelby yelled back without thinking.

"We both will! And we'll be making out in front of you!" Audrey yelled back before laughing.

Shelby laughed as she shook her head. Once the eggs were placed in the basket, she took Audrey's hand and pulled her out of the aisle.

The man just shook his head.

Audrey laughed even more as they left. "That was a good one, baby."

"It just came out." Shelby laughed softly.

"With me too." Audrey chuckled, taking the cocoa powder and then the sugar, pulling it on the cart now.

Shelby chuckled softly as she shook her head. "Oh, I love you."

"I love you too," Audrey giggled before pulling her lover in for a soft kiss.

Shelby smiled into the kiss. "I love you more." She said softly.

"You don't," Audrey mumbled before softly kissing her lover again, hand caressing her cheek.

"Yes," Shelby smiled before kissing Audrey again, passionately.

Audrey melted at the kiss, hesitantly pulling apart. "We both love each other equally" She whispered.

"Mommy, what are the two ladies doing?" a small girl pointed to the couple while holding her mother's hand.

"True," Shelby smiled. When she heard the girl she pulled away, cheeks bright red.

Audrey bit her lip as she stared at the woman and the girl, cheeks as red as a tomato as well. "They are just kissing, sweetheart." the woman explained to her daughter.

"Can two women kiss, Mommy?" the girl asked with big, curious eyes.

"Yes, baby, men and women can love whoever they want." The mother nodded.

"Oh... okay, I like it that way." The girl smiled before continuing to play with her doll, that was on the other hand.

Shelby smiled softly at their conversation. She looked at the woman with a small smile.

Audrey smiled brightly at the woman, who smiled back to the couple before proceeding to do their shopping. "She's a very great mother." The actress said softly.

"She really is. I'm glad there are moms like her." Shelby said softly.

"Me too." Audrey smiled, caressing her lover's hand before lacing their fingers together, guiding them to another aisle.

"What else do you want to get?" Shelby asked.

"I guess butter and... maybe some sprinkles?" the actress asked with puppy eyes.

"What's kind of sprinkles?" Shelby asked. She thought Audrey was absolutely adorable.

"Colorful ones." Audrey smiled brightly, grabbing the butter and placing it on the cart.

"Those are my favorite," Shelby said softly.

"Mine too!" Audrey squealed, smiling as she grabbed the container with the sprinkles. "Those are so pretty, pastel colors."

Shelby smiled brightly. She thought her lover was absolutely adorable. "I agree!"

Audrey smiled shyly to her lover, letting out a small chuckle. "C'mon baby, let's go." She said embarrassedly before taking her lover's hand.

"Okay, babydoll." Shelby said before guiding them back up to the front so they could check out.

After passing through the line and paid for everything, the actress guided them back to the car. "Baby..." she pouted as they got to the vehicle.