#boy in the belfry

[arobinwithoutbatman]

"Y'know, there's only one thing worse than it raining cats and dogs." Dick is lying on the couch, feet hanging off one of the arms, and grinning like he knows what he's going to say next is going to get something thrown at him.

"Hailing taxis."

"I mean, yeah, taxis never listen. I swear, all the drivers are-"

He paused... blinked... thought about the wording... and then giggled.

"Why are you like this?" He might not do the puns as often but he does indulge once in a while and Dick was a master at the arr.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddie-spooktober.

Bats in the Belfry

Prompt: Bats | Word Count: 2400 | Rating: T | POV: Steve | Pairing: Pre-Steddie | CW: Language | Tags: Post S4 Events, Eddie Died...Or Did He?, Eddie Munson: Bat Boy, Steve Harrington: Exasperated Human

There's a colony of bats that keep swarming the house. It's odd. They've never been there before, and now it's like they're drawn to him. Steve wonders if this is some sort of horrible side effect of his bat bites from the Upside Down. Maybe he's a bat whisperer now, but he can't be sure because they won't light anywhere long enough for him to actually interact with them.

Not that he really wants to interact with them. But if they are gonna keep roosting around the pool, he'd rather find out why.

It's not the first time he thinks that if Eddie were still here, then at least he'd have someone else to ask, to see if this is happening to him, too. But he's not, and Steve's had to come to terms with that. He failed. They lost one of their own. Yeah, Eddie was new to the group, and Steve didn't know him well, but Dustin is mourning his loss. Big time. 

They all are, in their own ways.

Steve is just handing over cash to pay for the pizza he's had delivered, when a bat flies in through the front door, and immediately clings to the ceiling, out of reach. Great, that's just what Steve needs. A bat in his house. Robin will really freak out if he can't get it out before bedtime. She'll be sure he's gonna get rabies if he goes to sleep with that thing in here, and undoubtedly gets bit by it. And honestly? He cannot get that awful round of shots around his belly button just to ease her mind. He can't.

He loves her, but that's not happening.

So, Steve finds the broom in the closet, and tries to usher the bat back outside without letting more in, but it's not at all interested in exiting. Instead flies right up the stairs, and as Steve gives chase, he sees it fly into his open bedroom.

Great. Just fantastic.

Now, it's just sitting on the edge of his headboard, staring back at him.

"Um, I think you're a little lost. The other bats are hanging out by the pool," Steve says. Which, fine. He can give up the pool. But he really can't give up his bedroom. 

The bat just tilts his little head, as if he's listening, but not taking initiative to get the fuck out of the house.

"You can't stay here, you have to leave," Steve says and goes and opens his bedroom window. "Out!"

Then the bat zips over, but not to leave. Of course not. Instead it perches on Steve's shoulder and Steve's first instinct is to knock it away and scream bloody murder. But he doesn't. He just tries to focus on the little eyes looking back at him. He's too close to really see it well, but Steve's trying.

Steve leans towards the open window, and shakes and shimmies, trying to force it to let go of his shirt, but the bat just leans in the opposite direction, towards Steve's neck. Wings tickling Steve's skin. The bat is clearly not leaving.

Then it starts squeaking and chirping, and batting its wings and Steve sees why. There are other bats flapping towards the open window.

Oh, hell no.

He slams it shut.

"Are they picking on you for some reason?" Steve asks, as if he'll get an answer. "It's not because you have rabies, right?"

The bat doesn't answer, of course, but kind of slaps him in the face with a wing, and Steve's gonna take that as a no. 

"I can't have a pet bat," Steve says, "that's weird, even for everything I've ever experienced."

Then, like it's offended, it's flapping its way into the closet, rooting around, as if it's looking for something, if that's possible.

Steve peeks in, and watches as it settles on Eddie's stained battle vest. 

Well, that seems fitting, somehow.

Steve pushes the other clothes around, giving the bat some room, and closes the door to the closet. Leaving it in darkness. They like that, don't they? He thinks so. Nocturnal and all that shit.

And at least it's trapped in the closet, and not flying around the room.

"Don't bite me. That's the only rule," Steve says through the closed door, and hopes it fucking listens if it somehow finds its way out overnight.

In the morning, Steve cracks open the door and peeks into the closet, and where the bat was last night, is something that's taken the shape of Eddie Munson right there on the floor, buck-ass naked.

Now, Steve screams.

And that wakes the Eddie-shaped thing up, making it jump. Steve is fucking freaked out, and he slams the closet door shut, and leans against it. Blocking whatever that thing is, inside. Steve needs help. He needs Robin, and Nancy, the kids. He needs everybody. He needs his bat, the nailed one, not whatever this thing is. 

But he can't get any of those things without leaving his post and possibly letting this thing loose.

"What are you?" Steve demands through the door he's trying to hold shut. Every monster he's faced has been, well, pretty straightforwardly monster-looking. Not human at all.

"I'm Kas the Betrayer! Kas the Destroyer! Kas the Bloody-Handed! The First Vampire!" it shouts, way too loud and over-dramatic. It sounds ridiculous.

"Really?" Steve asks. Because he's suspicious of these claims. All that? It's a little much. 

There's a chuckle behind the door, "No, of course not, Harrington. I'm the town freak, accused murderer," comes the voice that sounds exactly like Eddie. It sends a chill down Steve's spine.

And then he's mad.

"No, you're not! Eddie's dead!" Steve yells, because whatever it actually is, saying that, well, that's pissing him off. If Dustin sees this thing, he's gonna freak out.

"Really not, big boy," Eddie says, and that gives Steve pause.

It can't be. No way. 

"Eddie?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out," Eddie snarks, and Steve laughs. His heart is still pounding, but he loosens up, just a little. Maybe this is Eddie. Somehow. El's different and they've all accepted her, so, maybe Eddie is different now, too.

"Are you a bat?" Steve asks.

"Only sometimes. I can't control it."

"Are you really a vampire?" Steve asks.

"Not that I know of," Eddie answers. "But I could bite you, and then we'd find out together." 

Steve sighs with exasperation. 

"Be serious. Are you gonna attack me if I open the closet door?" Steve questions, because he's not in the mood for a fight. Not this early in the morning.

"Wasn't planning on it," Eddie says, dryly. "Can I at least get some underwear before you fling those doors open, though? For my modesty, dude. I'm feeling a little exposed in here. It's awfully breezy for a closet. There's an air vent blowing right up my crac-"

"Okay, okay, hold your horses," Steve interrupts.

If this isn't Eddie, it's a damn good mimic, and Steve supposes if that's the case, it deserves to kill him, just for being such a good actor. 

Steve goes over to his dresser, and picks up his walkie, turning it on, clipping it to his belt under his shirt. Just in case. Grabs his nailbat from under the bed, leaning it against the dresser.

Then he looks inside the top drawer, shouting, "Boxers or briefs?"

"Boxers!" Eddie answers, and Steve picks out a pair that he could stand to lose, and cracks the door open, and holds them out. A pale, ring-covered hand takes them. 

"You keep your rings when you change, but not your clothes?" Steve asks, leaning against the door again. Suspicious.

"I don't make the rules, Harrington. Last time I woke up wearing only my socks. That was a great look."

Steve laughs, even if he doesn't want to, even if he wants to be cautious. It just sounds dumb enough to be something that could happen to Eddie Munson, if he was turning into a bat.

Then, a minute later, "Okay. My dick's covered."

Steve shakes his head, unable to bite back the smile that threatens to split his face, as he eases the door open. As promised, Eddie's standing there in Steve's boxers, dick covered, and Eddie's also scrounged up an old swim team long-sleeve t-shirt from the depths of the closet.

And then they just stare at each other.

"Eddie?"

"Yep."

"Explain yourself," Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Um, I'm a part-time bat now?" Eddie says, looking sheepish. "From the bites, I guess?"

"I'm not a bat! And I got bit, too!" Steve screeches. He doesn't think he's a bat. But what if he's a bat and he just hasn't realized it yet? Fuck. Maybe he's a goddamn bat and that's why all the bats are lurking around the house.

"Did you die?" Eddie asks, "Because I did, I think. At least a little. Something happened when I came back."

"You became a bat? Can you like, poof, switch? Is there smoke?" Steve asks, then digs in his dresser, tossing Eddie a pair of joggers.

When he looks back, Eddie's at least a little more decent. Then he digs out a pair of socks, and tosses them over.

Eddie hops around getting them on each of his feet.

"No, I'm not Dracula," Eddie says, "Jesus H. Christ, Harrington. Keep up. Like I said. I can't control it. At least, not yet. The sun goes down? Bat. The sun goes up? Eddie. Most of the time, anyway. It's frustratingly unpredictable."

Steve ponders that, "Are you still…you? When you're a bat? Like, do you remember it?"

"Yeah, sure, I just can't talk. Which, for me, that's pretty fucking rough, man."

"I bet," Steve snarks, and Eddie just grins. 

Steve's relieved. He's probably not a bat, then. But he better make sure.

"Am I a bat?" Steve asks.

"Yep. You're the ringleader. King Steve, Bat God."

"Really?" Steve asks, the idea making him a little queasy. He doesn't want to be the ringleader of bats.

"No! You don't think you'd know if you were a bat? I think you're the one with bats in the belfry!" Eddie snaps, waving his arms around his head, indicating he thinks Steve is the crazy one. Which is pretty fucking rich, coming from bat boy over here.

"I don't know! I've never been a bat before!" Steve argues back, hands on his hips.

"And you still aren't one now!" Eddie yaps.

If he's not the King of Bats, and they aren't at the house to follow him, well. He has a thought: "Are you the one that brought all the goddamn bats to my house, then?"

"Um, no?" Eddie says, clearly lying.

"Eddie."

"I didn't mean to. They all started following me. Like they think I'm their leader. I can't shake 'em. When I saw the opportunity to get away from them and get into your house at the same time, I took it. Sorry about that."

"You don't sound sorry."

"I'm not, I lied to make you feel better," Eddie says, and Steve laughs, and Eddie smiles at him. It's good to see him, honestly.

And he allows himself a second or two just to take him in, alive and mostly well, then declares, "I'm glad you're okay. Sometimes bat or not."

"Thanks, Steve. Me too."

"Does anyone else know about you?" Steve asks, because they're gonna have to protect him. Just like they protect El. The special ones, amongst them. Keep it quiet.

"Um, no?" Eddie says, clearly lying again.

"Eddie."

"My uncle. And Gareth."

Steve is only vaguely aware of who that is, and only because of Henderson.

"That's it? Just the two of them?" Two's not so bad. They can deal with two-

"And JeffandGoodie," Eddie adds in a rush, as if mashing the two names together will make it less of a problem. Steve crosses his arms. 

"Eddie! You should have told one of us first. Me, or Henderson. Nancy. Lucas, Erica-"

"I'm scared of Erica," Eddie interrupts.

"Join the club, we're all scared of Erica!" Steve responds, "Fuck, you could have told Mike, I don't care. Just any one of us, in the know."

"I'm so sorry, Harrington, that I went to my own friends first instead of you and your monster version of the Scooby Gang. Hardy Boys. Nancy Drew. I don't know. All of you freaks."

Steve laughs, "Oh, now we're the freaks?"

"You know about monsters. You kill monsters. That's kind of freak behavior, Harrington."

Fair enough, Steve supposes, and he giggles at the thought of himself in an ascot like Fred Jones. Eddie's just poking at him. It's what he's always been good at, running his mouth and pissing people off.

Snapping back to the problem at hand, he honestly thinks he likes Eddie Munson. Smart mouth and all. Maybe they could be friends. Which he could have never imagined saying before spring break. He's really glad Eddie made it out, even if he's changed. They're all changed, just not in the exact same way as Eddie, and that's okay.

He's gotta tell Henderson. Pull that kid out of his funk. And Eddie's gonna love seeing Henderson's longer hair, rings and whole Eddie-inspired change. Steve's gotta be there when Eddie lays eyes on him for the first time.

"My band, they're pretty excited. A metal band with a real bat playing lead guitar? That's a multi-million dollar proposal, right?"

"Sure, Munson. I just hope after your first gig you enjoy your government sponsored cage, because that's exactly where you'll end up. Being poked and prodded. The freak."

Eddie sighs, and flops on Steve's bed, "I know. But let a guy dream."

Steve nods, and lays down next to him, shoulder-to-shoulder, "Eddie Munson. Bat Boy. Just like I saw on the cover of The National Enquirer."

"Weekly World News, Harrington, get it right."

And Steve just laughs, turning his head to look at him, "We should call the others. They'll be so excited to see you."

"Give me a few minutes?" Eddie asks, and Steve nods. He can give him a few minutes. 

And they just lay there in the quiet, the morning sun peeking through the curtains. Warm glow, all around.

"I turn into a bat," Eddie finally says.

"Yes, you do," Steve confirms.

How fucking weird is that? Only in Hawkins.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries, pop over to @steddie-spooktober and follow along with the spooky fun! 🦇

Notes: Bat Boy did not actually make his debut in the supermarket tabloid Weekly World News until 1992. Guess in their universe he popped up a little bit earlier, lol. I couldn't resist. And the twenty-one shots around belly button rabies shots have gone out of standard since the 80s.

[luxaofhesperides]

Barbara isn’t alone in the Clocktower anymore. She still doesn’t know who, exactly, is in here with her, but they’ve been nothing but quiet and polite since she first noticed their presence. That’s not to say that she trusts them—hard to trust someone whose face she hasn’t seen—but she gets the feeling that the two of them are similar souls, both hurting and alone and surviving despite it all. Or: There's a ghost in the Belfry.

my fic for @dpxdcbigbang with art by @im-not-a-bot-okay!!!

here's 32k of me loving barbara and giving her many problems to deal with, including but not limited to: dangerous weapons deals, the long term effects of her spine injury, and one (1) runaway ghost boy named Danny who's decided to hide out in the clocktower.

[marinettesaltprompts]

Cat in the Belfry (Part 2)

Adrien x Gotham City Sirens

Prompt by @somereaderinblue

Harley wonders if somehow, there’s something in Paris’s water that’s stronger than the literal toxic soup running through Gotham’s pipes. Like, she’s pretty sure the principal skipped 80% of protocol when he chose to hire her as the new counselor. Then again, that’s probably how Bustier got her job, nevermind that she’s more suited to teach kindergarteners.

Bustier is all too eager to preach about her perfect class & model students. When Harley meets them however, ooooh boy. It’s no wonder most of them have gotten akumatized. She meets Marinette, who takes the chance to rant abt Lila, the class’s ingratitude & Adrien’s betrayal. When Harley tries to poke holes (i.e. how Mari tried to call a witch hunt everyone understandably balks at & how she never told Adrien abt the threats), Mari throws her hands up & storms out, fed up that another adult ‘failed her’.

Red flags raised, Harley is shocked to see Lila practically molesting Adrien & once, swore she saw Mari look through a trash bin Adrien used. She asked his help to do a little test & yup, somehow, Mari knew abt Adrien’s private schedule. Adrien talks to Nino, who talks to Alya, who confirms the extent of Mari’s stalking. Needless to say, both boys are horrified & after lots of much-needed heart to hearts, Adrien tells them the truth abt Lila & Alya sees the error of her ways.

She & Nino try to apologize to Mari but she refuses to accept them bzc teenage impulsivity is clearly an unforgivable crime. Slowly, Adrien reaches out to the other classmates to help them see the light. They’re angry & hurt but he convinces them to apologize to Mari privately and ignore Lila, which for a pathological attention seeker, is punishment enough.

Mari shuns their apologies, wanting them to grovel some more & Lila is left to stew. The Italian’s reign goes out with a whimper as Adrien simply contacts her mom, mentions Lila’s lies & she’s transferred to a strict boarding school in Italy.

Adrien would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being sneaky.

But yeah, Mari is shocked when the class doesn’t come crawling back to her for forgiveness. They point out that they already said sorry but she chose to stew in her grudges & isolate herself. When she plays the victim card, they call her out, asking if all her ‘kindness’ were bribes to turn them into sheep. She has no response to that.

As LB, things get complicated. The mayor is panicking as Selina steals from the corrupt elite & discovers a lot of juicy blackmail. LB promises to help. CN confronts Selina abt it & rather than get angry, she’s amused.

She takes him to see the nitty-gritties of Paris. Opens his eyes to human trafficking, the homeless, the poor & the corruption and lies. Gives him some hard nuanced lessons that pushes him to act instead of react, patrolling in neglected areas & always checking up on past victims. He feeds the strays with Catwoman, Ivy helps him with a bio project & Harley teaches him how to dye his hair green.

One day, LB swoops in while Catwoman is doing a robbery. CN also shows up to defend her. He tries to explain that he hired her to help. LB is enraged that he made such a decision without her input & is defending a criminal.

CN: Are you any closer to finding out who Hawkmoth is?!

LB: I’m trying my best! All I have are Fu’s notes!

CN: Are you?! Were you & Fu trying to find Hawkmoth or is he just teaching you how to be a ‘better Guardian’? I didn’t have his teaching or his notes but at least I’m actually trying to do something about it.

LB: Do you think being a Guardian’s a game?!

CN: I think it’s a second priority to stopping Hawkmoth! Maybe becoming the Guardian will help us stop his akumas but it won’t. End. The status quo. We need to go for the head.

LB: And we do that with the help of a criminal?!

CN: This ‘criminal’ is a better hero & a better friend than you are!

Everyone is stunned by that statement. But it’s true. CN wouldn’t go as far as to call Selina a maternal figure, but her, Harley & Ivy are the cool wine aunts he’s never had. 

LB glares at CN & though he has the power of destruction, she’s the one who decides to land the final blow.

“Traitor.”

The next morning, LB goes on TV & tells everyone that CN is now a criminal.

[harlotofupdog]

The Serpent and Thistle - Chapter Three

Hey, check out this dumb wonker harlot who can't even finish a picture in time to post, but here, have a lil sneak peek small version because who finishes stuff anyway? That would be weird and I am demonstrably not weird. Anyway, here's chapter 3 of pubby pubby jizzy jizz.

Summary: Aziraphale is a Met officer who transfers to a small village police station. Crowley is the local publican. They don't see eye to eye.

There is also a plot. I hope.

Rating: E (E for Eventually)

CW/TW: I'm going to add a content warning here now rather than later, just so people are aware - there will be a couple of briefly mentioned deaths in later chapters of this story, but none of them are any of the characters that we know (including animals, of course). It is, in part, a cop story, so there will be a couple of slightly grim allusions, but we're not going into anything too rough in the story itself. I'll do specific CW/TW tags before the chapters in question, but I just wanted to foreshadow that now.

Special eternal thanks to u/Paperclip_Ninja who did an EXTRA SPECIAL last minute beta this weekend for me because I'm useless and hopeless. Thank you always sun-ox.

Excerpty boi:

Aziraphale looks up to where the vicar is pointing out the culprit, perched neatly atop the belfry. Harry, of course, does not look up. He is investigating the vicar’s trouser leg with benign interest, while PC Muriel Constable squints first at their notepad, and then at the church roof, as if the sum they were quite sure of does not add up in the end.

“I’m sure you’re very busy, officers—aren’t we all? But I thought I really should report it. You never know with these things,” says Vicar Brown cheerfully. He seems a nice enough man, although he stands just a little too close and is perhaps a little over familiar. As if to reinforce the point, the vicar claps a chummy hand on Aziraphale’s shoulder and leaves it there, fingers flexing slightly against the wool. It’s the sort of thing that would warrant a hand on his baton if he were walking the beat in south London. Here, though, it just makes him wince.

[baronmpontmercy]

To Pretend (Enjolras/Combeferre, 978 words)

Happy @logic-and-philosophy week 2024

On an autumn evening, Combeferre dreams of a homecoming.

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The leaves were turning in the Jardin du Luxembourg, the vibrant greens of summer shimmering into golds and auburns. The oppressive thick heat of July and August had lessened now in mid-September, blown away by a cooler, crisper breeze and chased by orange-streaked evening skies. Combeferre, who hailed from the Alps, had always felt he was more suited to the cooler climes of autumn, would enjoy in his boyhood the colours and smells of the changing of the seasons; the tang of woodsmoke, the crunch of freshly fallen leaves underfoot, the rush of cold air from the mountaintops. Paris did quite pale in comparison, it had unique sights and smells for sure, but they were certainly not as quaint or picturesque. 

Still, sat in a quiet corner of the Luxembourg, hidden by a canopy of yellows, reds, browns, and greens, one might pretend. The soft autumnal sunlight filtered through the trees, though as it hit Enjolras’ hair, Combeferre could only think of spring. 

“...and will you?” he was drawn from reverie at Enjolras’ question, sat beside him on this secluded little bench. His cheeks and nose had the charming beginnings of chillkissed blush on them. 

“Will I what?” Combeferre asked a little sheepishly, “Forgive me, my mind wandered.”

“Return home over Reveillon and the new year,” Enjolras prompted, 

“Ah, yes. I suppose I will, Céline wouldn’t be amused if I didn’t,” Combeferre sighed, “and you?”

Enjolras was silent in reply, his gaze trained firmly forward, though Combeferre could see a line of displeasure twist at the corner of his mouth, barely perceptible lest you knew where to look. Combeferre knew where to look. He pressed Enjolras’ hand,

“I see,”

Enjolras pressed back and lingered, fingers brushing through the supple leather of their gloves. The twist at his lips dissipated, not quite giving way to a smile, but he was grateful at Combeferre’s immediate understanding; Enjolras had little need for dour attempts at frivolity anyway, when there were more important things to be done elsewhere. 

Still, Combeferre thought as he caught the warm musty scent of smoke in the air, maybe it would do Enjolras some good to get out of Paris at some point. Maybe not over the winter, maybe…

“I would that you could come with me to Saint-Antoine,” Combeferre said softly, “one day, perhaps, on a day like today.”

Enjolras tilted his head, indulging Combeferre’s sentimentality, “Oh?”

“Yes. I can picture us there. There is a park I used to frequent with my siblings, not so unlike this one, but with the Alps framing the background. And it’s quieter, as any small mountain town would be. But the leaves turn the same, the sky at dusk has the same smoky clouds crossing it. If I close my eyes and let myself focus, it’s as if we are there already. In fact… humour me, I know this may sound frivolous and fanciful.”

Enjolras’ brow furrowed slightly as he considered this, but it passed quickly as he took in Combeferre’s expression, the embarrassed bloom of pink that was gathering on his cheekbones, “Shall I close my eyes then?”

Combeferre’s delighted smile was answer enough. Eyelids firmly shut, Combeferre pressed Enjolras’ hand again, and Enjolras squeezed in return. 

“The streets are narrow, and old, not unlike the Latin Quarter. The cobbles are bumpy underfoot, but worn. There’s a bookshop and printshop on the Rue Saint-Charles, where I got a set of tomes on biology as a young boy. There’s the abbey church, with a towering steeple that as a boy I thought was the biggest in the world, with a belfry that’s open to allow the remnant arms of the Mistral to pass through on the occasions it did.”

“I know the Mistral,” Enjolras murmured, contentedly, contemplatively, “I would hear it rush past my bedroom window, see it beat against the trees.”

“Cold and sharp. Breathtaking,” Combeferre agreed, “we could walk past the belfry, to that park. It’s just around the corner, and when the days get colder and the nights longer, it is less crowded. We’d have it to ourselves, nearly.”

“I will admit to not seeing what you see in your mind’s eye,” Enjolras said, eyes falling open, turning his head to Combeferre, “as lovely an image as it is.” “No, I know you are not in the habit of daydreaming,” Combeferre sighed, his eyelids flickering behind the lens of his spectacles yet staying shut, “forgive my maudliness.” “No,” Enjolras’ voice was soft, brushing across Combeferre’s ear like a gentle caress, “continue.”

Combeferre felt his shoulders relax, and filled his lungs with the crisp autumn air. The pictures were vivid in his memory, and sparked on the tip of his tongue as he spoke the images into the space before them, anchored all the while by the gentle, constant warmth of Enjolras’ hand. Him and Enjolras, traversing the old weathered cobbles, past the bookshop, past the church. The breeze would rattle past them, causing them to huddle close together, Enjolras’ nose would be the same charming pink it was now. The distant warm glow of a setting sun would light Enjolras’ golden hair on brilliant fire, a beacon in coming darkness. And Combeferre, in this little world he saw, would draw him closer still. 

“I love my hometown. I would love it all the more for you being in it. I love the patch of grass on which we stand, because we stand on it together.”

Combeferre opened his eyes,

“That is true for here too, François.”

“No need for pretense.”

“None at all,”

In the quiet of that secluded spot, when Combeferre leant to press his lips to Enjolras’ forehead, there were no witnesses save those trees, emblazoned with the colour of fire. No witnesses, when Enjolras bent to capture Combeferre’s lips with his own, but the pinkening sky above them.

The same as over Saint-Antoine.

[kit-williams]

Masterlist

Hi decided to actually make a masterlist because it's probably for the best.

Things to know: I will write from a mainly female pov/perspective and it will for the most part be monogamous hetro relationships (in the terms of genitals) I won't do fxf or mxm or trans because that's not how I grew up and I'm god awful at writing homosexual sex (genderbend I can do) Another no: Adultry/cheating/spouse(or partner) thievery

Asks are open

Come buy me a coffee

Number of asks waiting to be answered: 15

My Ao3 (I havent updated a story on there since like 2016 I'm scared to even let ya'll see it but I might post the AU on there)

So I mainly write Halo, Runescape, and Warhammer 40k but here I've only been posting my Warhammer 40k and D&D au

So expect a lot of polls because it helps focus my ADHD ass

Also Fanart is ALWAYS allowed! Just Tag me!

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Poll Storage Pheromone Spray poll part 1 First kiss part 2 Pheromone Spray part 2 Husbandry lewdness poll First Kiss part 3 How to tag the lewd poll probably going with carnal bond Should momrad include skin tone WIP poll Help momrad focus on what to write Ones ready to be typed Adhd helper poll

WIPs

Warhammer 40k

The D&D AU

The Yandere Black Templar and Flesh Tearer

The Yandere Space Marine Masterlist

Story Vault until I know where to put these stories/how to categorize them

The boys and their darlings

This is not Canon mini masterlist

Primarchs masterlist

Pheromone Spray 1 2

Bonus Zul Spray

Song Inspiration

First Kiss 1 2 3

Typhus fleas 1 2

Baseline hitting on the darlings

Varial the insatiable

Lamenters devouring

Raven in the belfry

Child in the Eyrie

First Words Can Damn You

The black rut

Lucius the Eternal plus art

Warhammer Fantasy

Dangerous Druchii pending

Warhammer 40k & COD

The COD Integration mini-masterlist

Demon Prince/Bloodthirster Graves

The 40k au

How does Horangi spend the thrones? Horangi focused

Lieblings König focused

Spirit Halloween Ghost focused

Hey Kiddo Price focused

Where do babies come from reply

Hail to the King Black Templar König

Everyone is space elves

COD

The mud pit cope fic

Hot Chocolate cope fic König focused

Missing the Bairn cope fic Soap focused

Zombie cope fic Ghost focused

He scares me Nikto focused happens before the Soap one

It's a wonderful life CODHoliday2023 fic angst-comfort Ghost

Age hcs/boys ages

Random romantic thing I wrote

Tanz mit mir Regency Au songfic

Halo

Most of it is on my Ao3

Random

The eventual bringing over that one non con I wrote pending

I have to edit it

The #I wrote something for my tumblr can help too

Sentience base off of lancer but I really just like the Balor

Baby fluff

barn anon/Tales from the Barn/Space Marine Husbandry Sentience

I will rename this when I can sit and think of better titles for them

Space Marine Husbandry Sentience Plot Beats

Space Marine Husbandry Sentience Mini Master List

51 more Space Marine Husbandry Sentience & Tales from the Barn

Hey Look another Space Marine Husbandry Mini Masterlist

Golden Apotheosis

Birthdays

avoiding bonds and eye contact

Favorite Wretch

Dischorus and Caracuss

Sentience Lore: Warp Fuckery

Weight of the Worlds

Insanity seems to follow...

Party

Anrir Husbandry

Reverse Husbandry AU

Reverse Husbandry Gabriel

Reverse Husbandry Headcanon

Reverse Husbandry Emperor

Sanguinius and Glitter

Gabriel and his sick human

Human Husbandry?

Primarchs in the reverse world

Gaius flees

Judgement from the Lord of Iron

Seeing things

Funny stuff/Fan art

Ovaries Stolen meme

Fan art by bispecsual

Blood Angel Gabriel meme

ZUL by moodymisty

Angron Post Surgery expression

Fan art by c-u-c-koo anon of Plague Witch

Apollo and Dodgeball

Plague Witch part 2 by c-u-c-koo anon

Apollo by greenarsonist

Aurora by greenarsonist

Marine Meat Monday Zul by moodymisty

Fluffuary

Fluffuary master list

Fluffuary rules

MerMay

Story list

[theredhoodedcryptid]

(MAJOR SPOILERS FOR GOTHAM KNIGHTS VIDEO GAME)

Ok, so I finished Gotham Knights, and here's my review.

I loved it! The story was amazing, and the plot twists! I totally did not expect Kane to be The Voice. And the Court of Owls!!! They're my all time favorite Batman villain/organization, so for them to be such a prominent villain made me undeniably happy. And the Labyrinth, it was so well done, I literally cried. The mind games and the way it hits you in the feels, it embodies the Court perfectly. The League of Shadow was well done as well.

The sibling bonding! I'm sad that only Dick, Babs, Jay, and Tim were there, but they did them so well! They showed Tim's insecurity and grief for losing Bruce, and I totally believe he's autistic. Dick struggled with whether to take up the cowl and whether he was good enough. Babs struggles through her own grief with her father's death. Jason grieves a father he barely got to know, and apparently the Lazarus pit gave him powers??? I'm all for it. And how Jay still struggles with the pit's effects, finally someone did my boy right.

But it's not all sadness and pain for the batkids. They bond, have fun and make fun of each other, true BatFam content.

I was spoiled for the end of the game, but even if I hadn't been I still felt the dread and realization that as we approached the Wayne cemetery that Talia was going to revive Bruce. That whole scene hit me in the feels and having to mourn Bruce a second time.

And Gotham city, I adored swinging/flying/driving around and patrolling. The subtle details like the fact that there is actually a Batman Musical in universe made me smile. The way citizens have differing opinions on vigilantes. I've never played a spider-man game, but I imagine they're pretty similar.

And the way Wayne Family Botanical Gardens was in ruins and not used, it made me so sad. How Bruce is buried next to his parents, how in the belfry he had the highest ranking score on the video game. I couldn't even bring myself to play it, if i removed Bruce from the leader board I would have felt so guilty and sad.

The graphics were amazing, the attention to detail made my artist heart excited and inspired, and I only ever experienced minor glitches, like the subtitles occasionally flashing, I've had way worse glitches in Skyrim or Knight of the Old Republic, so it really wasn't a big deal to me. I loved how both the end credits and Main Title adjust to whatever your heroes are wearing at the time. I haven't played multiplayer, nor do I plan to, so I can't give you a review on that.

This game was not only gorgeous and well thought out, but it actually made me feel with the characters. I would 100% recommend playing it. 100/10 would play again.

I'll be starting Arkham Knight soon, so stay tuned for that review. I've heard good things and I'm excited!

[carrion-art]

Boy howdy it's going

Belfry if you see this no you didn't

[leilamarie99]

You and Finn decide you want your own life

The war was was coming to the end you and Finn have been talking lately about leaving this all behind and wanting a normal life for you both Tommy has never been interested in Finn the only family finn has got is you his Y/N you have always been there for each other no matter what it will always be you 2

Tonight Finn was going to Tommy’s something about a meeting with him Y/N stomach was turning all day with worry what if Tommy knew we are leaving the family and all this behind

You were walking back from the market to get some food for you and Finn tonight is going to tell Tommy that you both are out for good this has been going on since your whole life’s and you just want to move on and live with each other and have children

You bumped into Izzy

“Hi Izzy “

After ruby passed things haven’t been the same specially with her and Tommy she’s been loving at her mums with Charlie hasn’t spoken to Tommy at all

“ hiya Y/N how’s you and Finn “

“ yeah we are good just getting dinner for tonight “

“ oh “ Izzy said

“ what “

“Finn and Billy we’re going to Tommy’s for some meeting “

“ billy no it was only finn not Billy “

“ no they both are going or something I heard isiah talking about with the other lads besides Tommy don’t tell me anything anymore I am leaving with Charles tonight anyway I am taking him with me to New York “

“ oh finn said the was a meeting but he didn’t tell me Billy was going aswell Tommy just wanted to speak with finn “

“ oh and Duke aswell “ Izzy said

“ Duke “

“ I don’t know what’s going on but little advice for you and finn get out “

“ yeah we are “ y/n whispering but Izzy already walked off

Y/n was home sitting at the table she has a bag feeling about tonight what’s happening I hope Tommy doesn’t know about us leaving Finn was going straight there y/n decided to walk to Tommy’s and see what’s going on first she had to try and find Finn before he left she tried the garrison and he wasn’t there so she’s went to his office he wasn’t there his assistant said him and Billy went to Tommy’s early

Something is wrong she had to get to him fast as she can her Finn was in trouble she was running down the lane to Tommy’s belfry she got to the house she saw some cars outside she made she got to the entrance were 2 peaky boys where standing but they stopped her

“ sorry mam we can’t let you through dukes orders “

“ where’s Tommy “

“ Tommy’s not here “ one of them said

“ so where Tommy “

“We don’t know “

“ so what’s going on why’s Duke got orders “

They didn’t say anything

“ that’s it “ she pushed passed them “

“ miss Shelby I don’t think you want to go in there “opening the door Billy on the floor isiah pointing a gun to his head

“ what the fuck is going on “

“ what are you doing here y/ n “ finn said

“ I was worried “

“ now the little princess has joined she can watch finn tell the truth

“ what truth “ worried looking at Finn Tommy knew

“ finn has betrayed the family “

Y/n put her head down

“But you already knew didn’t ya “ Duke grabbing my hair

“ don’t fucking touch her “ finn shouted

“ don’t worry I keep her warm for ya “

“ fuck you “

Duke went to kiss her but she slapped him

Laughing

“ I like you I think you and me will get along “

“ in your dreams”

“ so Finn to proof you haven’t betrayed us shoot Billy now

“ no “

“ no “ Duke said shocked

“ no please I haven’t done anything “ billy pleased

“ or we shoot you “ Duke pointing the gun at Finn

“ no “ you shouted running towards Finn but the lads grabbed you

“ or we shoot her “

“ your not gonna touch her “

“ take the gun Finn “ Duke passing to him

“Arthur says if you don’t do it you can walk away from this family for good “

“What the fuck do you know about family you’re not family your a son of a fucking whore “ finn said

“ j ust take the gun “

“ take the fucking gun “ billy said crying

Finn looking at you and taking the gun off Duke

“ now you have the gun finn you have the gun use it if these fucks”

Isiah then turned around and shoot at Billy in the arm you screaming finn points the gun at Duke you trying to escape from the lads that got ahold of ya

Finn goes to shoot but nothing comes out Duke pushes Finn to the floor

“ Charlie told me give finn the gun make sure the first 2 chambers are empty good old uncle Charlie “

billy runs at Duke then shoots him in the head you screaming Billy landing besides finn

Finn gets up looking at you the boys let you go

“ you are no longer a member of this Shelby family by order of the peaky fucking blinders

Y/n running over to Finn grabbing his hand to walk off

“ I will come for you “

Trying to pull him away

“ I will fucking come for you “

Y/n pulling him away and walking out side grabbing him in a hug y/n crying scared that would of been Finn in the floor

“ finn “

“ why did you come here “

“ I was worried if I didn’t come that would of been you on the floor next to Billy “

Finn grabbing your face

“ I fucking love you you know that right “

“ always we can have a normal life now “

“ where are we going to go “

“New York “

“ New York “

“ Izzy is there she said we can live with her for a while until we Find a home “

“ yeah that’s do it”

“ finn we are finally free “

“ yeah “

“ there is something that I need to tell you aswell”

“What “

Grabbing Finn’s hands and putting on your stomach

“ I’m pregnant “

Finn smiling and grabbing ya walking towards a car to go and pack some stuff you went to New York that night happy and free from the peaky blinders to live a happy life with you and finn and your baby

[arobinwithoutbatman]

"Tell me the last thing you remember." - Marcus

"Uhm..." He blinked and shook his head. "Waking up this morning... brushing my teeth... oh shoot!"

It wasn't Marcus' fault. Tim had just been cleared to start leaving the house again and hadn't been back at the Belfry for long. He hadn't mentioned that mirrors tended to set off a depersonalization episode.

"The mirror must've done it. We really need to cover it up, I'm so sorry, I can't believe I forgot to mention it. I didn't scare you too bad, did I? Dick about had a cow the first time it happened."

[noxxytocin]

—for Gothic Fantasy Fest by @thewritingheirsofslytherin 🐍

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt/Sebinis

Summary:

Ominis Gaunt, blind since birth and scorned by his village, lives in the shadows of both tragedy and cruelty in Belfry Hollow. His only comfort—Sebastian Sallow, the friend who saved him from a deadly fire years ago. But when a blood-red harvest moon rises and a vicious werewolf begins terrorizing the village, Ominis and Sebastian are thrust into a nightmare.

Ominis Gaunt was a lad of unremarkable origins, aged eighteen, dwelling in a cottage in the equally unremarkable village of Belfry Hollow. His existence, marked by its ordinariness, was singularly distinguished by his affliction— blindness, which, in a twist of irony, rendered him, indeed, remarkable...albeit in a rather unfortunate and pitiable sense.

As a boy, he had learned, with bitter clarity, that a gluttonous beast prowled beneath every polished facade of man.

Humanity wore civility like a hole-covered coat.

For years, the villagers, with their customary inclination towards unkind sobriquets, bestowed upon Ominis the epithet “Moon Eyes.”—how fitting, he thought, that they should ascribe to him the very thing he had never known.

Did they, he wondered, even perceive the biting irony that he, whose eyes had never glimpsed the light of the moon, should be so named?

They could not fathom the depths of the void he inhabited, nor did they care to. In their seeing eyes, he was simply the blind boy of Belfry Hollow, a fixture of the village, no different than the well-worn cobblestones beneath their feet they pissed on and sullied with their drunken filth or the crumbling spire of the church where they mouthed hollow prayers.

"The Lord is my shepherd," they'd say, the greedy wolves—always wanting.

There were no green pastures nor still waters here. The Lord, blind as he, led these beasts through paths of fire, flames licking at their heels as they carved their own valley of death. He carried no staff to guide them, only hands stained with blood—a red he forced himself to believe was another substance.

But wolves knew red…

Read the rest on A03

[elwon]

Game: 10 first lines challenge

Tagged by @stevieraebarnes sort of, lol

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Oh Bird, Worry Not: Jason stands off to the side as Dick continues to flick through the costume rails of Spirit Halloween.

Cold Love, Hot Blood: Dick sighs, his breath misting out into the frigid air.

My Love Is An Animal Call: Jason’s entranced, eyes fully focused on the bushy tail on the other side of the room.

If You Want To Give: The snow is deep and crisp as Jason walks up the driveway of Wayne Manor, the taxi that dropped him off disappearing into the gloom of the pre-dawn light.

All Of Eden's Vices Running Through My Veins: As the god of Travellers, and of the Forsaken, Nightwing’s had favourite priests before, of course he has.

Red In The Blue: If fucking into Dick ‘Pretty Boy’ Grayson were an Olympic sport, then Jason would be a gold medal winner, if he does say so himself; he’s damn good at it.

Eyes Like Frozen Planets: Dick’s breath mists in the air before him as he watches the ice creep across the large windows of the Belfry.

And I Don't Know What's Got Its Teeth In Me: March, 1884: Jason wakes to a stinging ache in his neck, and the numb cold radiating up from the floor he’s sitting on.

So Let's Get Swallowed Whole: After Jason had taken a nasty shot to the flank with an explosive bullet that had miraculously managed to not explode, Dick had somehow convinced Jason to move in with him to recover.

Flood Me Like Atlantic: It’s a lovely, warm spring night, with the moon hanging full in the sky.

The first thing I really notice is that I tend to set up the POV character within the first sentence. The second is that I try to set up the atmosphere or the setting of the piece too. I also try to hook the reader's attention with just that first line. Sometimes it's more effective than others, lol

Tagging anyone who wants to do this!

[knightwriiter93]

Debut of Gotham's Ghostly Knight

Chapter 2: Explanation... And migraines

Roughly 4 hours later Danny meandered down from the loft of the Belfry feeling a bit more like himself then he had 3 days prior. For a moment he simply watched as Gotham's Knights filtered about, one was looking over a tablet listening to music and pacing, another was in the kitchenette cooking something, the third had a nilla folder open reading the contexts, the fourth was at the large computer set up looking over the information from his parents computers and... The last recording of the cameras in the lab. Danny couldn't look away as he saw his parents being detained By GIW agents, said Agents began fucking around with everything in the lab as his parents screamed at them to stop and not even a minute later there was a flash of green light and then the camera went dark. The feeling of Electricity racing up his right arm, wrapping around his shoulders, and pricing his right eye caused Danny to gasp in agony and fall to his knees as spasms wracked his body.

"Shit! Kid?! Hey are you alright?" Nightwing asked getting to where Danny was kneeling.

" why didn't they fight back?" Danny asked as he began to cry, Nightwing knelt at his side.

"I don't know buddy." Nightwing said as the other came up to them. Nightwing helped Danny to stand back up, and guided him to the table in the Kitchenette. Once Danny was seated he was handed a cup of tea.

"I'm okay... I think. I didn't know what had happened before a few away, I had only seen the explosion and knew that my folks were dead. They had always said that should the portal explode it would take out at least three city blocks and anyone else in the radiuses." Danny explained while the group listened. As the talk continued the group asked questions here and there and Danny did his best to explain what had been happening in Amity park for the last 3 years, he clarified what he could about Ectoplasm and what his folks had used it for. And then the explanation about what he was and how he came to be. Time was getting angry as the explanation continued 'how did we miss a whole fucking town disappearing?! How?!' Jason was not liking the implications of what Ectoplasm was and its disturbing likeness to Lazarus waters but it did at least fill in the holes that were left behind after the bullshit with the Shadows and the Court. Barbara wanted to hit something if not someone more then once as with everything the kid was explaining just kept getting worse. Dick was very close to just adopting this young hero and no one was going to stop him. Once Danny was done explaining everything he began to cry in earnest as this was the first time he had just laid everything out and now it felt like he was free from the burden of the weight of the last 3 years. Dick gathered Danny into his arms and simply held him as he cried an understanding that the others shared as even they have had more than one break down hell Bruce had held them in and out of the Cowl as they bawled because everything just became too much to handle, and now here was another young hero that was doing all this shit on his own with only a handful of friends and some frenemies from his own rouge's gallery. While Dick comforted Danny, Jason went and made up some comfort foods, Tim went looking for some soft music for Danny to listen to and Barbara went hunting down one of the many blankets that floated around the Belfry. This is the screen that Alfred walked into and to be honest it brought a very small smile to his face as he placed down a file in front of Duc he meandered over to help Jason with the food. 'it looks like another young man will be joining the family.' Alfred thought glancing back at Dic and Danny whine Barbara wrapped a blanket around the boys too thin shoulders.

~and that's chapter 2 y'all this one did not want to be written but I got it done~

[itsscromp]

Jason Todd with a reader who has similar trauma from the Joker? The reader really looks up to him and wants to know how he copes with all of the pain

(I really love your writing, it's hard to find platonic X reader writers out here! 💞)

Jason Todd/Red Hood x reader platonic

Aww that's and an amazing idea anon and double awwww that means so much to me that you love my writing, I hope you enjoy this one anon :D. word count:1.1K

It's been about a month since Bruce died, but from grief, you, Tim, Dick, Barbara and Jason help continue to keep Gotham City safe as the Gotham knights. But even with this newfound family, there was one bit that Jason continued to struggle with, his past. His death at the hands of the Joker still haunts him to this day, the events replaying in his mind and taking a toll on him. But you always help him see the light when it seems too far away. He was forever grateful to have a friend like you.

But not to Jason's knowledge, you were also affected by the clown prince of crime. When you were only 7 years old, your dad was murdered by him. It was horrifying, to this day you can't think of him without seeing him in your head and also hearing that horrific laugh.

It plagued you no matter where you went, but for the sake of the others especially Jason, you never told them anything, you didn't even tell Bruce before he died.

One night out on patrol, you and Jason were investigating a crime scene that had Harley Quinn written all over it. you thought you could handle it. It was just a crime scene.

"Y/n how's it looking from over there??" Jason asked you as he scanned the footprints to find her.

"I think I got something but I need a bit more time to figure out what chemical it is"

"More than likely it'll be his laughing gas"

Hearing laughing gas sent shivers down your spine, but right now you needed to focus, you needed to find the chemical so you can be able to trace it.

After which you finally detected it.

"Red hood I got it"

"Awesome, your detective work is getting a lot better"

"I could say the same for your less destructive habits" You smirked under the mask.

"Oh come on man that only happened once... Twice"

You snickered as you both got on your bat cycles following the trail back to where it would lead into the abandoned chemical plant where both he and she were born. This night just keeps getting better and better for you.

Grappling into a nearby vent the two then entered inside. Making they're way inside finally. They then find the people Harley has kidnapped.

"Be sharp y/n, she can be very very unpredictable" Jason warned

"G...Got it" You couldn't help but stutter as you continued through the plant.

Now normally Jason would let this slide, but from the tone of your voice and stutter, he knew something was wrong. And come on he's your best friend how could he not see when something is wrong with you. You always looked out for him, when you both head back to the belfry. he was gonna help you.

You both then started to hear scared voices and a cackling giggle from the one and only.

"Play nice boys, or you're gonna meet the same fate as your friends did." She swung her electric mallet just barely touching their faces as a warning.

"You won't get away with this Harley"

"Oh, won't I now ??" She smirked as she began to do shit talk them and tell them her plan.

You and Jason got to the ground as quietly as you could. sneaking to where the kidnapped police officers were. With a nod from Jason, you then lunged at Harley and began to fight her. While she was distracted, Jason then freed the officers and got them out safely and quickly before coming back to you and finishing Harley off.

"You little bat brats !!!"

"It's over Harley, you're going back to Arkham one way or another" Jason cracked his knuckles.

"I'll be sure to put you down 6 feet under and make sure your friend doesn't revive you this time !!!" she cackled as she swung her mallet at you before you quickly dodged it. The cackle triggered you, the memories were flooding back. The sight, the sounds, Him...

Jason saw you were distressed even if you put up a fight, but right now you two needed to finish Harley off quickly. So Jason took out his non-lethal stun bullets and loaded them up, shooting Harley a few times, tasering her to the ground. It was over, Harley's reign of terror was over.

The police came and arrested her, taking her back to Arkham Asylum. You and Jason's job was done. But riding back to the belfry, Jason knew he had to ask you. So once you both settled down, changing into your pyjamas for the night...

"Y/n I need to ask you something, What happened back at the plant ??"

"It's... It's nothing Jason"

He placed a hand on your shoulder gently and turned you around. He wanted to help you.

"I may not be good with this kind of stuff... but you can talk to me. You know that right ??"

You looked down on the floor, you knew what he was talking about. About why you seemed distressed fighting Harley... Your stutter...

"When... When I was 7..."

Jason listened attentively.

"My dad... was murdered, by Joker... All my life... was overshadowed by him. Even one mention of his name triggers me into seeing everything again... How do you do it Jason ??"

"What do you mean ??"

"How do you deal with it... the pain ?? how do you keep yourself in check when hearing his name"

Jason never really thought about it too much, this was the man who killed him, but after that, he never thought much. he does sometimes but not even every mention triggers him. He could see the desperation for an answer in your eyes. Like a lost dog out in the streets.

"Y/n... I know It's hard. believe me, I know, But the way I cope with it is that I have and I don't usually say this in front of the others, an amazing support system. People who guide me when I feel lost, people who pick me up when I fall down. Y/n, you're my best friend, I want to help..."

You couldn't help but feel tears brim as you hugged Jason tightly, the one person out of the entire bat family gets you. He really does, He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, keeping you safe and secure.

"I'm always here for you y/n, always"

This meant more than you could ever feel. To have someone who could pick you up when you fall down, to guide you into the light when things get tough. It will continue to get tough, But you always had your best friend to back you up.

Taglist: @callofdudes

[ashc-from-ao3]

Bad Christmas pickup lines (and hellhounds)

Castiel x reader

(Y/n) yawned and stretched as she woke up, she mumbled sleepily before trudging out of her room and into the bunker's kitchen. Sam and Dean where not there but Castiel was (Y/n) waved at the angel and sent a happy smile his way.

"Mornin' Cas how's it going?" Castiel waved back at (Y/n) and slid her a cup of coffee, she took a sip and hummed.

"God that's perfect Cas, exactly the way I like it."

"I know how you like it, that's why I made it like that." (Y/n) smiled gently. And nodded in thanks. Sam entered with his hair in knots Dean right behind him. (Y/n) downed the rest of her coffee and went back to her room to change. She slipped on a salmon coloured teeshirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a black cardigan. She walked back to the kitchen to help with breakfast when she heard Sam and Dean whispering with Cas as soon as she entered the room all three where silent as mice. Castiel moved forward with a very nervous twitch.

"So (Y/n) Sam and Dean told me that Christmas is coming up and that people usually have a tree with a star or an angel on top.......I want to know (Y/n), are you a Christmas tree? Because I think you need an angel on top of you." Dean sputtered behind Cas and Sam looked surprised. (Y/n) was blushing and her eyes where wide. She could hear Dean say something about "not thinking he had the balls" before she turned and ran as fast as she could to her room. She quickly pulled out some chalk and drew angle sigils on her wall to keep out Cas who was undoubtedly coming to talk to her. Outside her door Sam and Dean had started pounding on it to get her to speak. Castiel's voice reached (Y/n)'s ears next.

"She has warded her room against me, I can't speak to her." The boys stopped trying to get her out of her room for about half an hour, then began the notes. First Sam then Dean and finally Cas started slipping notes under her door. She ignored every single note. (Y/n) had to admire the boy's determination, they kept it up in alternating rounds until they eventually stopped. She could hear the doors to the bunkers garage open and close belfry the distant purr of the impala could be heard. She waited half and hour and during that time Sam sent her a text.

We have a salt and burn, we took Cas so don't worry about avoiding him. Sorry about that Christmas tree line, Dean and I didn't think he would say it or we never would have told him to say it.

(Y/n) smiled weakly at her phone, Sam would always help he as best he could. Right now however she needed sometime away to think, she packed a bag with a weeks worth of clothing and stole several days worth of food before packing it all into her 2008 black Toyota. She cast a sad smile towards the bunker as she pulled away not entirely sure when she would return. She made sure her car was set, over top the black paint was another layer of black paint warding the small vehicle against both angels and Demons, unless Cas wanted to poof into the trunk with her weapons and the devil trap she would be safe. She drove for a couple hours, she knew when the boys came home because she started getting texts demanding to know where she was.

(Y/n) where the hell are you? D.W

This isn't funny where are you? S.W

(Y/n) you better be okay, if you aren't I will fucking kill you! D.W

(Y/n) Sam and Dean are both rather agitated. They are trying to summon Crowley, please come home. C.A.O.T.L

Hello pet, moose and squirrel summoned me to try and find you, just wanted to you know they want you home, blah blah blah. C.K.O.H

(Y/n) smiled at the text tags Castiel and Crowley both used. She had convinced them to use Castiel angel of the lord and Crowley King of hell as their tags. She was about to turn off her phone when the calls started. She sighed and turned off the phone before giving her car more gas and speeding down the road.

Three weeks later

(Y/n) was sneaking around an abandoned farm, she was hunting a rouge hellhound that had never imprinted with Crowley or any other demon and hence had no orders so it went on rampages. She heard a growl behind her and when she turned using her pair of holy fire cured glasses she saw the hulking dog. It was MASSIVE easily four feet tall at the head. She readied her knife just as the dog lunged. (Y/n) managed to scratch the hulking dog on the shoulder before she felt teeth and claws tear through her flesh, she screamed in pain and struggled to remove the dogs jaws from around her. The dog moved at the exact moment she did and for a second they made eye contact. The burning red colour of the dogs eyes instantly changed to a light brown, much like a regular dogs eyes. The hellhound removed it's massive body from (Y/n) but the female Hunter was already too injured to move or get help. She lay there gasping for air and shivering. Beside her the hellhound whined in what she swore was a worried way and a second later the large dog settled beside her the black fur of the dog was not so surprisingly warm, the heat it threw off warmed the Hunter and she relaxed a little.

"That scream was a woman for sure.....I should know what a woman's scream sounds like"

"DUDE WHAT THE HELL? Are you sure this is a rouge hellhound we are hunting? Maybe Crowley gave us some wrong information." (Y/n) was sure that was Sam and Dean talking.

"Sam Dean over here it's (Y/n) and she is badly injured." Now (Y/n) was sure they boys had come. With a short flutter of his trench coat Castiel was beside the woman. A low warning growl sounded beside the woman when Castiel touched her. Seconds later Sam and Dean burst into the room.

"HOLY SHIT, THATS THE HELLHOUND!" Dean levelled a gun to its head and prepared to take a likely lethal shot. (Y/n) struggled to speak and Castiel put a hand up.

Dean don't, (Y/n) is not being attacked by the hound it is protecting her." The hellhound was now standing and growling at the angel who was too close to (Y/n) for its liking. The angel quickly healed (Y/n) and held out a hand to help her up. A second later Crowley appeared accompanied by the smell of brimstone and another hellhound.

"Oh.....this is surprising, I brought Juliet incase the rouge was too much to handle but (Y/n) has it more than under control. Making the rouge look you in the eyes and imprinting it! Finally a hunter with brains."

"You imprinted with a hellhound?" (Y/n) shrugged.

"It attacked me, I tried to get way and we locked eyes. If what I read and what Crowley says is true then yes.....I did imprint with the hellhound......I guess I should give it a name right? If it's imprinted to me I'm keeping it, it won't attack unless I say." (Y/n) nodded in determination Sam and Dean both rolled their eyes but agreed. In a flash of somehow darklight the hellhound became visible to the naked eye.

"Don't look so surprised boys, hell hounds become visible and invisible at will Juliet does it sometimes. I have to leave now so ta!" Crowley disappeared. a second later Castiel had them teleported to the bunker hellhound in tow.

When they got back to the bunker Castiel tugged (Y/n) to her bed room. He sat her in the bed and looked at her with a piercing cerulean blue gaze.

"(Y/n) I wanted to explain why I said the thing about you being a Christmas tree......Sam and Dean said you have a crush on me and I wanted to test that, it really made me worried when you left. I-I want you to know I-I-" Castiel cleared his throat and tried again

"(Y/n) I love you" (Y/n) stared wide eyed at Cas and he gulped looking scared. (Y/n) smiled and leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips which he quickly returned. Beside the new pair the hellhound leapt to its feet and tackled them before licking both of them and covering their faces in slobber.

"Ewww. Rouge stop!"

"Rouge?" (Y/n) shrugged

"she was a rouge hell hound so it fit."

"Well I guess it does fit her." (Y/n) looked up at Cas with adoration in her gaze.

"So Cas I guess I am a Christmas tree......because I really do need an angel on top of me." (Y/n) tugged on Castiel's jacket lapels and pulled the angel backwards onto the bed, Castiel rested above her smiling slightly. With a happy bark Rouge jumped forward and licked the side of (Y/n) and Castiel's faces again.

"ROUGE!"