#but s&m is like… a comfort interest so it’s very likely I’ll get re-invested in it again

[honeyroastednutcases]

ARE YOU OKAY DUDE

I’m all good, no worries! I’ve just gotten into other interests, and made like 3 different side blogs lol so I’m still very active and very much here and okay! Thanks so much for the concern, it’s very sweet!

Like I said, I’ve just been into other things, but chances are I’ll circle back to s&m at some point, so thank you for sticking around! 💛

[katierosefun]

Ooohh 1, 4, 7 & 20 for the ask? 🥰

thank you for the ask, ann!!

1: Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

aaah, oh boy—well, given i literally have,,,ten+ wips right now, i guess i’ll just answer about my main two ongoing wips—

so time, wondrous time (continuation of ttm) as been going fairly well. i had to play around with my outline a lot (like,,,i originally had a chapter dedicated to obi-wan first, but then i was like ‘hm...i wanna wait a little before we explore that), and i still kinda shift around the pieces, but i think i’ve finally hit a pattern that i feel comfortable telling the story in! in terms of what i love most about it, i think it has to be that these are really just...little stories of tcw fam being domestic and happy? (just. i’m gonna make everyone so s o f t.)

and uh, i just released most ardently (pride & prejudice obitine au) yesterday, and so far, progress has been good! i’m already halfway finished writing the next chapter, so that’s exciting. i think what i love about this fic the most is just that,,,i mean. first of all. there are some scenes that i’m just d y i n g to get to, but i think that, looking at my outline, i’m excited to explore parts of the story that isn’t romance-centric. like, no one’s denying that pride & prejudice has a killer love story, but there’s also themes about family and class that i think is going to be interesting to re-translate into this fic. (idk i think there’s something to be said about how i’m incorporating certain villains in this story so...)

4: Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

i think i rather like this last paragraph from northern light: 

And even though Ahsoka couldn’t see Anakin and Obi-Wan completely, she knew they were looking out the viewport. Looking at those blue and green lights tangled together in an endless stream.

They were quiet.

And as the ship finally pulled away from the planet, they all let out a sigh: three quiet breaths, mingling with a strange mix of satisfaction and disappointment.

They were quiet.

Eventually, Rex returned with the medics, and Ahsoka was allowed to close her eyes.

But even in her dreams, she saw those blue and green lights dancing around her.

Tangled together in an endless stream…

Ahsoka rather liked that.

it’s about the *hand gesture* s y m b o l i s m. 

7: What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

hm...i think my writing style tends to lean towards more dialogue, somewhat abrupt endings. very short sentences towards the end? i think? i’m not sure if people agree with that lol, and perhaps my style will change in another few weeks, but let’s see! 

20: Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

u h h h h, i think this is gonna be super niche and i am fully prepared to c r i n g e at this later, but! in terms of eiko from time, wondrous time. i mentioned a bit about how i kinda get super nervous about the idea of introducing an original character, especially,,,a padawan character? (come on caroline, who do you think you are? >:() 

so a long, long time ago, i had a different original character by a different name, and i treated her terribly (killed her because i was like ‘lol don’t know what to do with her’. you can tell i was influenced by george lucas because ‘lol female character dies because there’s no way she could have a fulfilling purpose now’.i was like 13 pls cut me some slack asdfsdfds i still cringe at everything i wrote from when i was like,,,13-15. i mean, proud of myself for getting super into writing, but. a c k. a c k. some stuff i am hella not proud of. like,,,again. 13 and full of raging hormones and existential angst, but...caroline what. that is all i’ll say). but anyways, i introduced eiko by mentioning she had a dark ponytail--and that was a trait that i had used with this other original character that i made as a 13 year old. then again, 13 year old me was also hecka sad (who wasn’t??), and i think that kinda translated into that character. 

so...idk. perhaps eiko is a quiet reminder to even myself that maybe,,,growth is a thing? and that maybe,,,we all deserve better in the end?? i’m walking a very thin line here, because i know how difficult it is for people to get invested in original characters, and twt is definitely going to focus on the actual tcw fam and their dynamics with each other, but! lol yeah, some parts of eiko are a callback to what my 2013 writing used to be asdfsdfsd okee that’s allll

from these asks

[rainoverthemountains]

More of the Twist Story

Summary: There’s a cure for LV (probably). It’s completely safe (probably). It’s a highly unpleasant experience (definitely). Twist only cares about that first statement. He probably should have paid a little more attention to the other two. But what does it matter? He’s getting what he wants, and he has the best friends and family in any universe to help along the way.

Here’s more of my story about Twist from @itsladykit ‘s Twistfell AU. It should probably have an actual title, but title writing is a writerly skill that I haven’t yet developed, so it gets the same title that it has on my computer.

chapter 1

Chapter 2

It doesn’t take long to finish the car, sign out of work, and head to the lab. Iggy hands Twist a pile of paperwork on a clipboard as soon as they arrive. “Here, just sign these and we can get started. I’ve already filled in all the subject-specific information for you, so you just need to sign where I highlighted and-”

“Now wait just a minute, sweetheart.” Twist frowns. “’M not just gonna sign a bunch of papers with no clue what I’m signin’. Gimme a sec’ ta look through ‘em first.” He turns to the first page and scowls at all the medical and legal jargon. “Not ‘xactly user-friendly, huh? You’d almost think someone was tryin’ ta hide somethin’ in here.”

“Oh don’t be silly.” Iggy waves him off. “That’s just how these are always written, just a bunch of legal requirements to make sure everything is written out precisely for the review board. Most of it is nothing you need to worry about.” 

Twist snorts at that suggestion. “Think I’ll decide that fer myself, darlin’.”

“Fine, suit yourself, but I doubt you’ll get much out of it.” Sighing, she crosses the room to check on another project. This could take a while.

Twist resumes reading, frowning in concentration. The frown worsens as he re-reads the same page several times, finally stopping to rub his sockets in frustration. Iggy glances back towards where he’s standing.

“Are you really trying to read the whole thing?”

“Yep.” He already sounds defeated, though.

“Do you read every word of everything you sign?”

“Nah, but the meltin’ thing makes me think I should look a little more closely at this one.”

“Ok, I mean, that makes sense, it really does, and normally I’d say that’s a really smart thing to do, but it doesn’t seem like the best idea right now.”

“Ya seem pretty insistent on that, sweetheart. Sure there’s not somethin’ in here ya don’ want me ta see?”

“No, no, no, nothing like that, it’s just… I mean… can you actually read it? I mean not that I don’t think you can read! It just seems like it’s taking a while, and it’s got a lot of technical terms, and how long are you really wanting to wait for the treatment? I mean you could take it home and spend however long you need to read it all, but wouldn’t you rather go ahead and get started and avoid taking that risk? What if something happened before we could get started?”

“Could get someone else ta look at it. I’ve got some friends who could prob’ly figure it out.”

“And what would those friends say about you being here? What if they don’t approve? Then they’ll either talk you out of it or you’ll get in an argument, and is that really what you want?”

“Yer awfully determined ta keep this a secret. Sure this is somethin’ yer really s’posed ta be doin’?” His sockets narrow. Blackberry would throw a fit if this is half as dangerous as it seems like it might be, but Edge would be more reasonable, or Cash. Papyrus might be able to figure it out too, but he might be a little too worried about the ‘dangerous’ part. “It doesn’t seem like the kinda thing that needs ta be done in secret, unless there’s somethin’ goin’ on that yer not tellin’ me.”

“It’s not a secret! It’s just easier if no one’s around to argue about it.”

“Who’s gonna argue? Not like curin’ LV’s a controversial issue.”

“No, but the treatment is unpleasant, and still a little experimental, and family members tend to complain about that kind of thing, even when it’s in the subject’s, er, patient’s, best interest. It’s way too easy for someone to get upset about something and interfere with the protocol, which can interfere with the results. Everything runs more smoothly with no one around with any emotional investment.” Is that supposed to reassure him? It really, really doesn’t.

“So what’d’ya suggest? Signin’ off on somethin’ that could be donatin’ my body ta science, fer all I know?” Everything about the whole setup seems like a bad idea. On the other hand, it’s a cure for LV. What choice does he have? It’s not like he has ten years to wait around for another one.

“What about a compromise? I’ll tell you the highlights of each page, and you can look at the page while I’m talking so you can see I’m not making anything up, and then you sign it?”

“Pretty easy ta brush over anything ya want me ta ignore when it’s all written like that, darlin’.” His resistance is fading, though. What if it works? The lure of an impossible future is calling, and really, what else is he going to do?

“It’s the best you’re going to get,” she echoes his thoughts.

Now he’s the one who sighs. “Fine, fine, start with this overview section. Seems like there’s stuff I need ta know in there, but it’s mostly nonsense.”

“Sure, just let me pick out the key points.” She scans through the section. “Ok, here’s what you need to know.”

“A newly developed drug containing a compound specifically formulated to dissolve LV will be injected directly into your soul. The compound will gradually diffuse throughout your soul, dissolving concentrations of LV while theoretically leaving the rest of your soul untouched. Your treatment has been calibrated to specifically target LV 17 to minimize its effects on the rest of your soul, so when your LV drops below 17 the treatment will stop until I administer a new dose. Once the drug has been administered it can’t be stopped until your LV decreases, at which point you will be given the option to have the drug re-administered or discontinue treatment. Known side effects include pain, fever, weakness, confusion, disorientation, hallucinations, delusions, emotional instability, and possible significant HP loss which can be corrected with magic infusions. All side effects are temporary, and LV reduction is stable over time. All you have to do is let me administer the treatment, let yourself be monitored throughout the treatment, and answer occasional questions regarding your subjective experience. Signing here indicates that you’ve been given this information and you understand it.”

“Well that sounds fun.” Twist signs in the highlighted section. “Got it so far. Why’d that take three pages ta write? Never mind, keep goin’ so we can get started.” Not like there’s any point in looking for anything she might have skipped. He’s going to agree. What else can he do?

They go through each section in the same way, a bunch of legal jargon that Twist has trouble following even in summary form, until finally they reach the end.

“Signing here means you consent to the treatment and to being part of the research study.”

Twist barely hesitates before signing. “Let’s get going, sweetheart!” His grin is a little strained, but still genuine. Getting rid of his LV will be worth whatever shit he has to go through to do it.

“Great, then let’s get started.”

***

“Take off your clothes, then lie down. Get in bed, get comfortable; you’re going to be here a while.”

“Didn’ know ya felt that way ‘bout me, sweetheart. If ya wanted ta get me in bed all ya had ta do was ask! No need ta wait for an excuse! I’m up fer anythin’.” Twist grins while complying, not looking too closely at any strange equipment scattered around the lab.

Clearly determined not to let Twist’s nonsense interrupt her work, Iggy maintains a strictly professional tone. “Good, now manifest your soul.”

“Now wait a minute, don’t ya think this’s movin’ a little fast fer a first date?” Twist jokes nervously.

“I need access to your soul to administer the treatment. Please manifest your soul so we can get started.”

“Ok, ok, no need ta be so pushy.” Twist manifests his soul inside his ribcage.

“How am I supposed to work with that? Do you want me working inside your chest?”

“Darlin’, you can work inside any part a me…”

“Stop.” She glares. “We aren’t here to flirt, we’re here to get rid of your LV. Do you want this cure or not? I can find some other experimental subject if you aren’t willing to cooperate and you can wait around until this is approved for mass production. That is, assuming you can even last that long. You wouldn’t have agreed to this if you were confident in your own self-control.”

“Ok! I get yer point. Fine, have it.” He re-manifests his soul outside of his ribcage. “Don’t usually show it ta anyone. ‘S kinda a mess.” He suddenly feels very vulnerable and exposed in a way that he hadn’t from getting undressed. He can’t even count the number of people who have seen him naked, and plenty of those are associated with good times. The same can’t be said for exposing his soul.

It’s worth it, he reminds himself. Anything that happens will be worth it. It’s not a big deal. Just like going to the doctor. This whole thing is a medical procedure. Just let her have it. Before he can, though, she reaches out and takes it. He’s heard some monsters say letting someone they love touch their soul is one of the most intimate things they’ve ever experienced. This just feels like a violation. Nothing new, he’s dealt with worse before. There’s nothing he can do about it. She has it now and he won’t back out for anything, so he just needs to stay calm, just detach from the situation. 

Detaching gets a lot harder once Iggy starts poking around for a crack or weak point in the calcification to get the monitor wires into his soul. “This is some of the thickest calcification I’ve ever seen, at least on a soul that’s still functioning correctly!”

“That’d be the 17 LV for ya. Not a pretty sight.” He grins darkly, more embarrassed than amused, but it is funny to see how surprised such a self-proclaimed expert on LV can be at seeing that LV as high as his affects a monster’s soul.

“How are you even able to function? This much calcification should affect emotional range, self-regulation, reasoning capacity, everything! The whole body-soul interface should be disrupted!”

“Why d’ya think I’m here, darlin’?”

“Right, right, I know. I’m just surprised. I shouldn’t be. It’s just… The amount of effort it must take to function in any way remotely resembling normal!” She shakes her head, actually seeming somewhat impressed. “But enough of that. That’s what we’re here to fix, so let’s get on with it.”

“Sure thing, Sweetheart. An’ if ya could stop squeezin’ my soul while we’re at it, I’d ‘preciate it.”

“What? Oh, sorry. Unfortunately, I’m actually going to have to squeeze it some more for the next part. There’s no way I’m getting wires or a needle through all this so I’m going to have to break it up and remove it.”

“Shit. Well, ok, if that’s what ya gotta do.” No one said this would be easy. Worth it, though. It has to be worth it.

“Will you be able to control yourself well enough to let me do it or will you need to be restrained?”

“No! I mean, I can control m’self. I’ll be fine. No need fer any restraints. None.” He glares at her. “Wasn’t in the agreement. I don’t agree ta that.” Well, it probably wasn’t in the agreement. Not like he has any way of knowing for sure, but surely she would have mentioned that part. 

He searches for something to brace himself against and finds low metal bars along both sides of the bed. They look strong enough to at least take some effort to break. Why’re there bars on a hospital bed maybe he should be concerned. Laying back against the thin pillow, he grips the bars tightly and holds back his protest as Iggy carries his soul over to a lab bench. His eyes remain locked on his soul as she holds it in one hand to open a drawer with the other. If she drops it… If she drops it, he’ll be fine. There won’t be any intent behind it, and he can handle a little soul damage. It’ll be worth it. No doubt about it. A cure for LV is worth anything anyone can do to him. Anything. Even…

He cringes as she sits his soul down on the countertop to free up both hands for digging through the drawers. That… you don’t do that with souls! The cold seeping in from the counter makes him shiver. In that moment he’s almost grateful for the protection of the calcification. The feeling of the countertop against his bare soul would be disgusting. Worth it, though. Still worth it. Whatever she needs to do is worth it and how exactly is leaving his soul laying around on a countertop necessary to cure his LV?

“Hey, uh, if ya don’ need that right now I can hold onto it fer a while. I’d rather ya not…” He struggles to keep his voice steady. She’s helping him. He never expected her to be considerate about it.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll need it in a minute. Just as soon as I find that clamp. I could’ve sworn it was in the center drawer.” His soul scrapes against the bench top as she pushes it aside to make room for the contents of the drawer she’s emptying. That… is not a good feeling. His grip on the bars tightens. Where does she get off treating his soul like some fucking paperweight? He doesn’t have to put up with this. Who does she think she’s fucking with here?  He could just…

No. Absolutely not. She’s not an enemy and she’s not attacking him. It doesn’t matter what she does to his soul. He can take a little discomfort. Monsters don’t dust through carelessness. There is no intent. There can’t possibly be any intent. She’s trying to help him. He agreed to this. It’s worth it.

This time she picks up his soul to set it behind the growing pile on the counter to move on to the next drawer. Out of sight, the unfamiliar sensations seem even more threatening to his increasingly agitated mind. He grits his teeth until they creak as his focus narrows onto the hands that keep touching him, keep pushing him around like they’re in charge, like he’s theirs to do whatever the fuck they want with, like he’s helpless like he’s already been defeated he’ll show her who’s helpless he’ll- 

No. No. There are no enemies here. Iggy isn’t the enemy. She’s helping him. She’s curing him. She’s like a doctor. He isn’t so far gone that he’ll attack his doctor. He knows why he’s here. It’s his choice. It’s worth it. Still, his eyelight remains locked on his captor doctor.

“Ah hah! Found it!” Her voice is grating as she pulls something metallic from one of the drawers. “This will help me break through the calcification without doing much damage to the interior. It’s much better to do it this way than manually because it’s easier to control the amount of force applied, and the treatment itself does enough damage to the soul without starting out with any unnecessary bruising or deep lacerations.” She sets something on the counter that looks like a clamp with hundreds of little curved teeth. His soul is not going anywhere near that thing.

“Give. It. Back.” His voice grates harshly.

***

“Just a minute. I just need to break up the calcification so I can peel if off, then I can put in the wires and give you the injection, and then I’ll put it right back where I found it, promise.” She turns back to give him a reassuring smile, only to freeze at the sharpened bones inches from her chest.

“Give. It. Back. Now.” He’s out of the bed, tensed for an attack, eyelight shrunken to a pinprick and broken socket leaking magic. It looks like the situation is a little more critical than she’d thought. Not totally out of control; she’s been working with monsters who’ve lost themselves for years, but most of them don’t start off calmly chatting while unrestrained in the same room as her. Why didn’t she involve Undyne in this one? She should know better. She feels panic welling up, but forces it back down.

Too late to get Undyne now; she’ll have to save herself. Fighting a monster with his stats does not have a high probability of success. Is he still capable of reasoning? He was a few minutes ago, but how long ago did it start going downhill? She has to admit she wasn’t really paying attention. He hasn’t actually attacked yet, so it’s worth a try.

“You know attacking me won’t get you want you want. Do you remember why you’re here?” He doesn’t respond, but doesn’t attack either, so she continues. “You’re here so I can cure your LV. So you don’t have to deal with problems like this anymore. Remember? I’m trying to help you.”

“Don’ see much help happenin’ ‘ere. Mostly see some bitch thinkin’ she c’n play aroun’ with my soul.” The bones inch closer. Iggy flinches back and raises Twist’s soul as protection against an attack, hoping he’s still close enough to in control to care about self-preservation. He glares, but the bones stop moving forward, suggesting that he is.

“If you attack me, you’re never going to get the LV cure. Or I’ll lock you up like the other monsters who lost themselves and you can go through the treatment in a cell.”

“Jus’ try it.” His eyelight flares but he still doesn’t move.

“I don’t have to try anything. I’m holding your soul. I can lock you up. I’m also the only one with the treatment. I can refuse to give it to you. If you kill me, the treatment will die with me and you’ll still never have it.” Twist snarls, but the bone attack doesn’t move any closer, so she continues.

“You have three choices. Try to kill me, and get locked up with or without the treatment. Back out of the study, and get no treatment. Or put those bones away and cooperate, and never be affected by LV again. Is that worth the effort to get control of yourself?”

“Worth-?” Twist gives a full body shudder and the bones back off a few inches. “Worth it? Shit,” he gasps. He puts his face in his hands. “I…” Iggy lets herself relax slightly, and he shoots to attention at the sound of her shifting. “Don’t. Move.” he bites out. Iggy stills instantly. “Unless ya still wanna fight.” A manic grin splits his face.

“I never wanted to fight in the first place. I’m trying to help you. You were trying to get yourself under control for the LV treatment, remember?” If she can just get him to release the bone attacks she can get out of there.

“Right,” he sighs, hands returning to his face. “Right. ‘m tryn’a calm down.” Claws digging into his skull, he focuses on breathing, but it only reminds him that his soul isn’t in the right place to feed the increased oxygen into his magic.

 “Not very good at calmin’ down,” he admits.

“I can see that. Maybe try letting these bones go?” Iggy suggests nervously.

“Huh? Oh, those. Sure. Don’ try anythin’.” He abruptly glares at her while releasing the bones.

“What would I try? I’m not attacking you. I never was.” Maybe it would be best not to argue with him, but it seems like an important point to keep making.

“Well don’t.” His hands return to his face, rubbing what may have meant to be soothing circles on the sides of his skull but seem more likely to cut his face open.

“Would it help if I gave your soul back?” she asks tentatively.

“What? Give me that!” he demands, already reaching to put it back in his chest. 

Having his soul in place does seem to calm him. Iggy takes the chance to start backing out of the room, but Twist notices.

“Wait!” She freezes at his shout. “Wait. Don’t ya need this?” He re-manifests his soul and holds it out to her.

She shakes her head. “Um… you keep it for now.”

“But it’s not ready for the treatment. Don’ ya need ta get it ready?” His hostility has been almost entirely replaced with confusion and a hint of desperation.

“I think we should wait a little while. Don’t you want to calm down first?” she suggests, reluctant to do anything that might produce that reaction again.

“No!” he gasps, horrified. “Ya can’t… please don’ make me wait! I need it! Can’t ya see I need it?”

“And you’ll get it!” she reassures. “Just not right now. I really think we should wait for a little while, give you a chance to calm down and me a chance to come up with a better plan.”

“No, please, I need it. I can’ believe how fast tha’ came on. I wasn’ even mad, jus’ kinda freakin’ out, an’ then ’m tryna kill ya? What if I was home with my bro? I can… I can avoid fights, but I can’t avoid every single thing that might bother me. Please. I don’ care what it takes. Even… even lock me up if ya haveta.” He shudders. “I won’ blame ya. Jus’… do what ya need ta do. I won’ fight it. I need this. Ya know I need this.” Iggy certainly hadn’t expected to ever hear him beg. She can feel a small amount of compassion welling up for him. Only a little, he did just try to kill her, after all, but isn’t this the whole point of her project?

“Ok, ok, we’ll do it now. You won’t even be dangerous once the drug starts to work. We just need to get through the administration phase. Now about locking you up, would that even help? Locking you in a cell would be too much separation between you and your soul. I don’t want to risk any unnecessary damage on a mostly intact soul, and I’m really not set up to work in that part of the lab right now. Our other option is chaining you to the bed,” Twist’s fists clench but he otherwise doesn’t react, “but you refused that earlier and it wouldn’t do anything to prevent bone attacks.”

“Might even make ‘em worse,” Twist agrees. “Don’ really react well ta bein’ tied down.”

“Well, then, that just leaves us with you controlling yourself until I can get the injection in. Can you do that? It didn’t work so well before.”

“Yeah. I can do it. Jus’ don’ spend so much time messin’ around this time. That’s when I started ta lose it. I c’n hold on fer a little while.”

“I wasn’t messing around! I was looking for equipment that I didn’t know I’d need. Would you rather I’d tried to break it open by hand? You wouldn’t be in good shape by now.”

“Jus’ sayin’ ya could stand ta be a little more organized.”

“You’re awfully critical for someone who needs my help. I didn’t realize your soul would be such a mess or I’d have already had it prepared. “

“Really? Thought ya’d been workin’ with high-LV monsters fer years. Ya really didn’t realize my soul’d be messed up?” he scoffs.

“Not that badly. Every other soul I’ve seen in that condition belonged to a monster who’d already lost their mind, and I didn’t need to be so careful about avoiding damage.”

“‘Cause you were jus’ plannin’ ta melt them anyway, right?”

“I didn’t plan to melt anyone. It was an unfortunate side effect of the early forms of the treatment which I resolved as soon as I could. If you have such a problem with it, you can just go home and-”

“No!” Twist interrupts, panicked. “Sorry, no, sorry, didn’t mean ta argue with ya. LV must still be actin’ up. Makes me wanna pick fights over stupid shit. I want the treatment. Don’ wanna go home. Please, I’ll shut my mouth an’ you can do what ya want.”

“That’ll be the day. But fine.” She sighs. “You can have the treatment if you can keep yourself under control long enough for me to give it to you. Don’t attack me, and don’t pick fights. And tell me if you feel like you’re losing control. We can find another way to do this if we have to and I’m not going to stop treating you just because you give me a heads up that you’re starting to feel like killing me.”

“Could try not tossin’ my soul around like a paperweight,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“Nothin’, nothin’, jus’ get on with it.”

“Well hand it over, then.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart. Never thought ya’d ask.” He gets an eye-roll in response.

“I still need to get the calcification off. Get back in the bed and brace yourself; it’s not going to be any more fun than it would have been last time we tried this.”

chapter 3

[sleepywinchester]

Unusual | Chapter 23

Summary: She’s passed from being a leverage piece to become a hunter and something more for the Winchesters brothers…. Or just one Winchester.

Autor: @sleepywinchester | prev. deanwinchester-af

Pairings: Dean x Katherine (Eventually)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Katherine Pierce, Sam Winchester.

Words: 2.2k+

Beta: @waywardlullabies

Warnings: Pure Fluffness.

Title: The First Case

A/N: This is part of my series re-write. Hope you guys like!

Feedback is always appreciated it <3

M A S T E R L I S T | PREVIOUS. CHAPTERS. 

/ / Katherine’s POV / /

I giggled as Dean’s left soft smooches on my neck, his smile was against my skin. Dean and I were still in bed from the night before. We were still lost on the feeling after having each other. We, I, feared that if we got out of this bed the magic spell would break and everything would go back to being the same. Back to being just hunting partners. I didn’t want that.

Dean’s gaze broke me from my thoughts, his eyes were so green and beautiful up close. A smile escaped my lips as I lost myself in his eyes.

“What? “ Dean asked, a small smirk in his face.

Dean’s gruff morning voice sent a shiver down my spine in the most righteous way.

“Nothing.” I said with a smile, caressing his naked shoulder.

“Nothing?” Dean asked, holding his head over his hand.

Looking down to his strong arm, his bicep showed up more as his muscles flexed. Dean followed my stare and huffed a laugh, shaking his head for a second.

“Don’t objectify me.” Dean smirked.

I laughed out loud mimicking his posture and looked him in the eye. “I am not objectifying you.” Dean cocked an eyebrow. “I’m just… observing.”

In that moment Dean leaned in and kissed my lips. He drew me closer, kissing me more deeply and with passion. Nobody has ever kissed me this way before. Nobody has ever made love to me this way. It was early to have this thought but nobody could compare to Dean Winchester. I was on cloud nine, high on him and I would fight whoever asked me to go to rehab. The more he kissed me, the thought of fearing what could happen after today vanished.

Dean’s hand touched my waist and a giggle escaped me.

“You are… ticklish?” Dean asked and I nodded. He glanced down to my waist, his eyes curious and playful. Instantly I knew what he was thinking. “I wonder…”

“Don’t-,” my voice was cut off by my own hysterical laughter. Dean’s fingers began to tickle my ribs and waist. I couldn’t stop the laugh or try to escape his strong arms, it was worthless.

“What the-,” Sam’s voice suddenly made Dean and I jump.

Dean and I glared at Sam, who stood in shock in the middle of the doorway. I looked at Dean and covered my chest more with the sheet. Looking back to Sam, his eyes were still wide and in shock.

“Dude?!” Dean snapped him out of the shock. “Did you forgot how to knock?”

Sam shook his head, turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. In that moment, Dean and I began to laugh after his younger brother reaction.

I sighed leaning back in the bed, “Guess we can scratch telling Sammy about us off today’s to do list.”

Dean huffed one final laugh, “Yep.” His naughty boy eyes met with my gaze. “Now where were we? Oh…” He said before continuing to kiss me.

Deep down I wanted to stay in bed with Dean but we both had a lot of work to do. Strolling into the control center, Dean’s gaze was the first my eyes found. Sam observed the way we shared quiet yet adorable glances. In that moment Sam realized that he hasn’t seen Dean act this way since Lisa.

Sam cleared his throat with a smug smile in his face.

“So, you two…” Sam said, “are you guys together?”

Comfortably I sat on Dean’s lap and looked at Sam, waiting on silence for Dean’s answer. We were together but saying it outloud to Sam felt like Dean’s answer and not mine’s.

“We are,” Dean said proudly.

Sam huffed a laugh, “That’s something I thought I’d never seen.”

I tried but I couldn’t suppress the smile that listening Dean say ‘we are’ gave me.

“Have a little faith, Sam.” I told him.

“Yeah, Sammy,” Dean backed my play, “have a little faith.”

“Sure,” Sam said, “though I’m glad you two finally got together. It was ‘bout time.”

“Mhm,” I said, noticing the large box resting in the middle of the table. “What’s that?”

“That,” Sam slid it towards me, “it’s for you.”

I glanced at him in awe, “Some vintage Louboutins? Awe. Sammy you shouldn’t have.”

Sam huffed a laugh, “This box had your name and… former specie. It’s all the Men of Letters found on you: Key of Purgatory.”

Dean peeked over, “Seems like you were a big topic around here.”

“All this?” I spoke with excitement of the sudden attention, “For little old me?”

Sam and Dean chuckled as I  browsed through the box. Dean looked in and grabbed an old picture of me. His eyes widen, observing how aged the picture was.

“Kitty Kat?”

“Hm?”

“Was this taken in the 1890’s?” Dean cocked an eyebrow, showing off the picture.

I hold on to it and smirked, “Actually… 1900’s.”

“Wow,” Dean said, “you’re old. I’m dating a very old lady.”

I chuckled, shaking my head briefly, “Does that makes me a cougar?”

“Wait,” Sam spoke in shock. “Dating? Did that word just came out of your mouth?” He looked at his brother.

“Shut up,” Dean smirked and glanced back at me. “Seriously, how old are you?”

“That’s a question you never ask a lady,” I smirked. “Let’s just say, this  body stopped aging when it was 27.” I turned to him, “And now that I think of it… It will start aging now that I am human.” Instantly my eyebrow rose and the corner of my lip curved. “Thanks, Dean for the reminder.”

Dean shrugged with pride, “Anytime.” He turned to look at the pile of box lying inside the library. “Do I really have to do inventory?”

Standing up I grabbed the box off the table, “Yes. Sam and I did our parts, it’s your turn.”

“Where are you going?” Dean watched me walk towards the hall of bedrooms.

“To see if this librarians had their facts right,” I said, “I’ll be in my room.”

Dean nodded, “Wait. Aren’t you going to move your stuff to mine?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m thinking of making my old bedroom a walk in closet.” The Winchesters brothers glanced at me confused. “And you both are going to help me.” I stated and turned to the bedroom.

It only took me a couple minutes into the box and its files to learn that I was one of the Men of Letters first cases. They were very interested in Purgatory and monsters. They all thought that I could be their best source. I tilted my head as I kept reading, “I am the best source.”

Librarians or not… The Men Of Letters were good and I had to accept it. They were close to my trail but far enough to not catch me.

"We believe Katherine Pierce was human before being the Key of Purgatory... It’s known that the  mother of all creatures couldn't procreate. She must have abduct her and transform her into her own. We think is possible Katherine could get back into her human form some way.”

Below the paragraph there were ancient pictures, hand drawn portraits. As I kept looking through the files, I ended up finding a really old book titled ‘PETROVA’. It told the history of that family. “

Grabbing a couple of folders and strolled back into the library. Once again Dean was sitting by the table with his brother and a magazine on hands.

“What’s wrong with me? Dean said, “This is first edition dude. You know how what this would go for on eBay?" Dean said showing off the magazine.

Sam looked at me and then glanced back at Dean. "No, why? Do you?"

"No." Dean reply quickly.

Standing next to him, I looked for a second at the Asian porn magazine. "Sure you do.” Dropping the files on top of the table, I winked and smiled at Dean “Fun fact.” Sam and Dean looked up towards me. “I was one of the first cases here,” there was pride on my tone. “They thought I was a good investment and source of knowledge.”

Dean grabbed the file after I sat on top of his lap.

“You were human before you were The Key of Purgatory?” Dean asked browsing through the pages.

“Yes. That’s why I’m human again… Even turned me into the Key of Purgatory when she felt threatened by God… I think they are my ancestors… or maybe family. “

“You really don’t remember how you got turned?” Sam asked curious.

I shook my head saying ‘no’.  “I only know what Eve has told me and what I’ve discovered by being extremely noisy.” Glancing back at the paper, I read the name Petrova. “It kind of matches… Pierce… Petrova.”

“They were always so close to catch you.” Sam said.

I nodded, “But they never did.”

“They catched one of your former lovers though.” Dean added showing a picture of Bryan.

Three decades have passed since I saw Bryan’s face. He was smiling in the picture, just as he would always be in real life. It was bittersweet to see him again, knowing how he died and that deep down I still felt responsible for his death.

“Hey?” Dean’s soft yet worried tone detached me from me memories. “Everything good?”

“Yeah,” I replied quickly fixing a hair lock behind my ear. “I saw him after they captured him… He was running from someone but he never told me from who… All he said was that I needed to stay under the radar.” I scoffed placing the dots together in my head. “He was talking about The Men of Letters.”

“You loved him?” Sam asked.

My eyes met with Sam’s instantly. “I don’t know much about love…” I looked back to Dean. “I know I feel good with you… I know I feel happy and I felt happy with Bryan… So, maybe yes… maybe I did loved him.”

“Do you think he’s still alive?” Dean asked.

“No.” I replied. “In those days I wasn’t the best at knowing when my mother would look through my eyes. I found him dead in the middle of the town we were staying before I planned to flee… I still feel responsible if I’m honest.”

“Hey,” Dean’s hand touched my shoulder, his touch was comforting and warm. “It’s not your fault. Eve was a crazy bitch…”

Biting my lower lip, I took a deep breath in and slowly pulled myself back from the verge of crying. “There is a lot of things that I am responsible of… Some bad, some good, but since I met you-.” I looked at Sam, “since I met both of you, I’ve worked to become a better being…”

“A better person.” Sam added to my sentence.

I smiled softly at him, knowing this was his way of finally accepting me into his family.

Dean kissed my shoulder. “We are not perfect but we try our best to redeem ourselves from the things we’ve done. All we have to do is keep fighting.”

Looking back at Dean, I couldn’t resist the thought of kissing his lips and so I did. He kissed me back with the same tenderness I needed.

Dean didn’t care if I was The Key of Purgatory. He cared that I wanted to be a better me because he’s been through what I’ve been through. He’s lost himself and found himself again and again, only this time we were not alone. This time we have each other.

“Get a room.” Sam stood and walked out.

Dean and I chuckled as we continued to kiss each other.