#but the Moon needs to hear it from Caine HIMSELF

[tadc-harlequin-au]

I'm sorry, but the Moon terrifying Caine in this Au is really funny though. Like, Kingr walks into his room for their nightly Chess match, and see bro boarding up his windows whispering "THE MOON'S BACK WHY" as Kingr stares at him.

Oh for real. This kind of dynamic will never be serious, and only really stops when Caine outright says "I am not interested in pursuing a relationship with you" to the Moon face-to-face

Too bad he's too busy hiding and cowering in fear.

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #23

A Family Portrait

Imagine dis…

Most of the fanfics and even Tumblr posts are all about the long-lost son of both Bruce Wayne Selina or even Talia, the long-lost brother of either Damian, Tim, Dick, or even Jason. But what if we changed up the timeline?

What if…

…

Damian was just lurking around the manor at a fast pace if the way he looked around, looking for a hiding as Grayson had proposed the idea of playing a simple yet harmless family activity for the family of vigilantes. Grayson had been chatting all week and persuaded each of the imbeciles he calls brothers to join in. Todd was bribed with a no-ask favor from Grayson while Drake was dragged in the hopes of Richard being silent to Alfred about his intake of caffeine despite Alfred’s warnings. Damain already knew that Alfred the butler knew and was merely waiting for Alfred to hide his stash. While Thomas, Brown, Gordon, and Cain did not need more incentive from Grayson. After a quick shouting match from all sides on which activity will be chosen, all of them have chosen a simple hide-and-seek game within the manor as all of them still feel the repercussions of last week’s chosen game which still brings shivers down the assassin’s back every time, he remembers the things that were done in the name of fun family bonding activity.

The moment Drake began counting down all of them began scrambling out of the theater room and to quickly find a decent hiding spot. All of them were trained by Batman and have flourished under his tillage so finding a spot that nobody knew of is going to be hard. Damian knew that despite Drake having prominent eye bags under his eyes, he could not lower his guard in front of him despite his former attitude toward Drake and slowly mending their relationship Damian has some sort of respect, awe, and fear for Drake as this is the same person who had outwitted his grandfather and lived, the one who had fought his grandfather’s assassins and won but you never heard that from him after all if anyone knew what he thought of Drake, his katana will likely to immediately meet that person’s throat.

He thought of asking Alfred for assistance but he refused, he is already at the disadvantage with both Grayson and Todd living in the manor longer thus having found more than hiding spots for them. He already knew that Cain was already hidden in the shadows but he is the Blood son of the Bat and he refused to be the first one to be found.  But then he remembered a short conversation he had with Grayson when he first arrived at the manor. Grayson explained that the attic holds all antiques as well as family heirlooms that were passed down from each generation. It may be covered in a few dusts as Alfred cleans the attic once every blue moon. Grayson explained that the attic was heavily haunted as when he was just a child, he could hear people talking in hushed tones each time he went near the ladder that leads to the attic. When Damian tried to inquire for more information Grayson successfully changed the subject and was merely forgotten up until he saw the secret entrance to the attic of Wayne Manor.

Looking at the hidden ladder that leads to the attic Damian thinks of his decision on the one hand nobody had the same thought of him hiding in the attic due to Grayson the “ghosts” at the attic but on the other, he was about to enter uncharted territory. After a quick deliberation himself, he had already closed the entrance to the attic. After ensuring that nobody had seen him enter, he immediately took a look around to further hide but he couldn’t help to widen his eyes at his surroundings.

Eccentric pieces of marble statues surrounded him that looked suspiciously just some stone slabs, multiple worn-down artworks that looked like a child’s doodle, and scattered boxes of blurry photography, but some artworks and pieces could worth billions such as artworks and vases as if they are from the ancient greek, a different type clocks and a single grandfather clock that have different cuts and sizes of sapphires, diamonds, and gold, multiple chests that were escaping gold coins as the wood seem to rot, a box made out of fine glass that seems to protect a glass egg that holds every shade of blue there is.

As he kept looking around mesmerized by the unnatural decors and riches around him, he soon came across a portrait. A woman whose clothing seems to come from the early 1900s with a neutral expression. Upon closer inspection, Damian saw a nameplate just below the portrait and it says “Elizabeth Rose Wayne” which concludes that this must be one of his ancestors. As Damian let his eyes roam, he saw more portraits from family portraits to single portraits. All seemed to be falling apart due to time, as Damian went deeper as he kept following in deeper each portrait. Up until the last portrait, A tall middle-aged man with grey hair most in his head with grey eyes sitting in a large red velvet chair wearing what looked like a Victorian suit surrounded by what seemed to be his children. A large young man with black wispy hair that was tied in a ponytail with dark blue eyes looking neutral at the painting beside him a young man in his early teens with a mop of black hair and bright blue eyes with freckles adorning his check-looking bored and lastly a young girl with a generous amount of black hair styled to what looked like a modernized coil down to her chin and with baby blue eyes the cheekiest smile and was sitting impatiently on top of what looked like their father. All of them were wearing different Victorian-style suits and dresses that seemed to complement their eyes despite the different shades of each one.

Below the said family portrait were their portraits with each nameplate embedded just below the said portrait.

From the right which Damian had deduced as the oldest a nameplate below that spelled “DANAL” Next the nameplate spelled “DANIEL” Lastly the only female in the portrait spelled “DANIELLE” Damian looked at each of the nameplates and thought which of their parents named them with almost the same spelling of each name and the same meaning all names share in Hebrew that means “God is my judge.”

Whomever the painter was made Damian impressed as he felt all of the portraits were looking straight at him, judging his very being.

…

Meanwhile, Tim had already found the majority of his siblings. They all huddled up to find Damian as they were quite impressed at where he had hidden.

Looking around they have stumbled upon a semi-open door to the attic and have deduced that Damian had hidden there. As soon all of them laid eyes on what the attic contained all of them had a jaw-drop moment as such treasures and artifacts seemingly being stored away like some old clothes in the attic rather than being guarded in a high-level security vault. Jason began asking Dick why he even spread the story about the attic anyway as they could have seen these things much sooner, Dick kept on spluttering that he did hear voices back then.

Soon enough the more they went deeper into the attic they saw Damian looking over at a family portrait of what looked like the first generation or the pioneer of the Waynes. Dick excitedly yelled at Damian for being the last to be found but at the sudden loud noise, Damian accidentally swiped his hand too fast at the nameplate creating a small wound enough to bleed but not too deep, covering some of Damian’s blood at the nameplate.

Damian turned to face Grayson and the rest but he didn’t take notice of the nameplate spelled “DANIEL” that had some of his blood seem to absorb the said blood.

…

The room suddenly engulfed with bright green light with each batfam member immediately covering their eyes due to the onslaught of light.

The moment they started to blink away the black spots dancing at their eyes they immediately noticed that the supposed family portrait was now missing 3 members leaving the supposed father sitting alone in the “family portrait”.

Dick tried to usher his siblings out while panicking out that his rambling back then and now is correct about this part of the manor being haunted.

As the voices of each of them began to overlap with each other creating a loud noise, a single large yawn silenced all of them.

Turning their heads back to the portraits they all zeroed in on the individual portrait in the middle. Exhaling another yet small yawn as he seems to try to blink away his sleepiness. Soon the other portraits beside and above him seem to follow, “DANAL” seems to yawn roughly exposing his pearly white teeth to the still shell-shocked BatFam. “DANIELLE” seemed to yawn and pout at the same time as if she was interrupted in her midday nap time. Lastly, the older gentleman in the now empty family portrait covered his hands as he yawned quietly.

Slowly but surely conversation between each painting seems to start as if this scene is something nothing out of the ordinary, as each portrait talks to the other without noticing the still shell-shocked BatFam in front of them.

As “DANIELLE” seemed to be bored and turned to look in the other direction she immediately noticed at still siblings and harshly told the rest they had guests with them.

Dick, Barbara, Jason, Cass, Tim, Stephanie, Damian and Duke.  They were all trained under the greatest detective, he taught them and told them repeatedly that they need to have their mind at the present moment, every day, every hour, and every minute. This is their best tool, their Mind. They can´t take away their mind. It lives inside of them and is the best weapon that they need to live. Yet it seems all of their collective minds were still in the middle of processing the result of a harmless hide-and-seek family fun time activity.

…

The quartet Halfa of a family had been in the Ghost Zone for centuries. Danny’s sister Jazz had settled down and had a family, as they have become somewhat immortal, Fright Knights and a Ghost King they still wished for some sort of communication with their remaining mortal family. Came with the creation of a specialized portrait that only they could access for easy communication, like a video call, while the knowledge of their actual summoning instruction summoning them to the mortal plane had been coded and written at the back of the said portrait.

Vlad had the smug smirk when he had convinced Jasmine to let Dan, Danny, and Dani dress in their Sunday’s best, which made them all squirm and uncomfortable, and to pose for who knows how long for the painting just to finish, never mind that he added an extra three for them as some sort of payback for all the time the three gremlins had caused him extra grey hair.

For someone, they told each other they were different, and seemed all think alike causing him grief, stress, and extra white hairs on top of his head.

At first the first up to the third generation of nieces and nephews would call them through the use of the painting but it seems that it had been radio silence for years now. It is either the knowledge of a weird uncle and aunt has not been properly passed on or Jazz’s line has died out.

So, imagine their surprise that after centuries of radio silence, they have felt their descendant calling them through their portraits.

After a quick pleasantry to each other, all of them looked expectantly at the siblings and Danny briefly wondered if he had something in his face for them to look at them like that and if they had forgotten to breathe.

…

 PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I request a Reader who helps Kinger stay sane for a few moments before he goes back to being insane. Basically Reader would be Kinger's anchor in the circus's reality

I see "anchor" and I raise you: a Reader who's also a chess piece like him--except they're a small Pawn (since pawns are the first line of defense)

......

"Kinger? Why don't you come on out of there?"

"H-Huh...?" Nervously peeking out from behind the safety of his pillow fort, Kinger gazed up at your extended hand. Already he was feeling stressed out, wondering what your intentions were. "Why? Is Caine calling us? Did Pomni talk about an exit again?? Is somebody abstracting???"

He took a deep breath, before staring at you intensely, eyeballs trembling. "Are YOU abstracting???"

"No, no, no, and..definitely no." You calmly answered him. "I was just thinking we could get some fresh air outside."

"..l-like out into the grounds?"

"Perhaps by the digital lake. It's quiet and away from all of this...mess. I think it'll be good for both of us."

".....are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I'll keep you safe, Your Majesty."

"Y-Your Majesty?" Kinger repeated, blinking a few times. "Oh my, haven't heard that one in a long time.....but yes, we can certainly go [y/n]. It would be good for us to get out."

You smiled, noticing how there was a lot less edge to his voice now, a sign he had regained some lucidity and calmness--two things he has lacked in recent years.

As you helped him out of the fortress, you realized his hands weren't even shaking anymore. And that was a huge sigh of relief.

"Thank you again for shooing away Jax, by the way. T-Today is...definitely not a good day for him to prank me. I wasn't in the mood."

"Of course." You nodded in understanding. "A pawn's gotta protect their king."

There were rare times where Kinger was calm and composed--and those times became even rarer ever since Queener abstracted. You were a small yet loyal protector of the duo, but when you failed to keep his wife from going insane...you made an oath to ensure your king didn't fall down the same path.

Because if he ever abstracted, too, you didn't know what you were going to do with yourself..

You may as well ask Caine to throw you down into the cellar.

Even so, this momentous task didn't come without its challenges: Pomni's unexpected arrival, Kaufmo's abstraction, and the entire Gloink situation genuinely left him feeling stressed out for a while, making him more paranoid over abandoning his "sanctuary".

Fortunately, you were able to snap him out of that mindset, as you two were currently on your way to the Grounds--specifically where the waterpark was.

But you weren't planning on riding the twisty and colorful slides. Not today, at least.

Rather, you sought out a quiet place to sit and gaze up at the cloudy sky, not caring whether it was day or night out (although you're glad it's currently the daytime, as you'd rather not hear the Moon gush about her crush on Caine).

Eventually, you found a spot and sat together in the grass. "This is nice." You hummed.

"It sure is." Nodding, Kinger allowed himself to relax, gloved fingers gently stroking the thin strands of green that surrounded him. "You know..it's funny how you chose this particular spot."

"How so, my king?" You looked to him, curious.

"..I remember she..and I...well....she took me to this exact same place when I needed to get away from everybody." He recounted. "I know we were on opposite sides of the board, but..we never let that stop us from being together, of course." A soft chuckle left him, and he sighed longingly. "It did feel like it was us against the world, [y/n].."

"Mhm." You nodded, remaining quiet and admiring the low-poly count seagulls that flew by.

"She believed our fates were "intertwined"..and as cheesy as it sounded, I wanted to believe that. Perhaps we did meet outside of this world...and have simply fallen in love a the second time."

"That may be possible. It's like you're both..destined to be together no matter what or where you are."

"...maybe that's why she abstracted."

"..what?" Looking to Kinger, you noticed he was now grabbing onto fistfuls of grass, and you began to realize something was wrong.

"I have not told you the whole story, but Queener was....desperate to know of our connection outside of this place. Her and I wanted to know what we lost....were we ever married? Engaged? Neither of us could recall, and...i-it kept us up all night." His voice began to waver with growing anxiety.

"Kinger-"

"She wanted to remember so badly and began looking for exits, e-even though I warned her that Caine wouldn't like that. She didn't care. She was a tough cookie, never liked being told what to do. But god...I should have done more to stop her."

"Kin-"

"Now she's in that dark cellar with Kaufmo, cold and alone...oh no.." He put his hands to his head. "She'll never see such beautiful sights such as this again! Only darkness and-!"

"Kinger!" You firmly spoke up, stopping his ramblings as he stared back at you with bloodshot eyes. "Listen, nothing she did was your fault. I know it's easy to blame yourself, but-"

All of the sudden, he screamed in fear, which caused you to flinch away. But then he blinked a few times, recognizing your face.

"O-Oh goodness..it's you, [y/n].." Putting a hand to his chest, he exhaled a shaky breath, before abruptly standing up. "I'm sorry, I've said too much. I...I-I don't think I want to be here anymore.." He anxiously brushed the dirt particles off his robe.

You stood as well, realizing that his brief moment of lucidity had passed. Although short-lived, you were grateful for the time it did allow you to spend together, enabling him to reminisce.

Yet deep down you felt a little guilty for bringing him to the digital lake. It wasn't your intention to remind him of what him and Queener could no longer share.

But perhaps...you shouldn't take him out here anymore. For his sanity's sake.

"That's okay, my lord. We'll...head back to the tent and you can rest up."

Kinger nodded in agreement with your suggestion, allowing you to lead him back into the tent, returning him to the safety of his fortress.

While he huddled away inside like a bear going into hibernation, blocking the entrance with a pillow, you stood on-guard with a foam sword.

At some point, Jax passed by, asking you if Kinger was still mad at him for earlier. But you just sent him a cold glare and threatened to cut his ear off if he dared step any closer.

The rabbit just rolled his eyes, knowing you couldn't actually harm anyone with that weapon even if you tried, although he left you alone.

'Hmph, good riddance.'

If he was smart, he'd know better than to disturb your king.

It's your sworn duty to protect him, after all.

[literary-motif]

Respite

Asirel Cain x Reader

Asirel takes you to the beach at night.

This unintentionally reads a little like a continuation of Jones' fic I'm allergic to sunlight.

“Asirel?” you asked in confusion, eyeing the towel he spread out. “When you talked about getting away, I was anticipating some secret underground hideout, not” — you hesitated, watching as he knelt to brush off the sand he had gotten on the edges — “this.”

“I think this is much more enjoyable,” he said simply, letting out a deep breath when he finally sat down on it. The breeze coming in from the sea was pleasantly cool, a welcome contrast to the stifling heat that had been plaguing you for most of the day. 

Why Asirel needed to enjoy his little holiday in a place so hot you did not know, but hearing the soothing crashing of the waves and feeling the fine grains of sand between your fingers when you, too, joined him on the towel, you thought that perhaps you understood his attachment to this place. 

At least he had the sense only to leave his house at night. 

You chuckled, feeling a sudden calmness washing over you. There was no other sound on the beach, other than Asirel’s gentle breathing next to you and the continuous, rhythmic waves. You were alone here — no doubt he liked this place for its seclusion.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to drift for a moment, relishing the rare peacefulness within you. 

“Look,” Asirel breathed, breaking the comfortable silence, “isn’t it beautiful?” 

You nearly groaned in annoyance, but as you opened your eyes to glare at him for disturbing your trance, you found him looking up at the sky with an expression that made you pause. He looked happy — satisfied in a way you usually never got to see him. 

Asirel always strived for the better. He wanted to make the world a better place. He wanted to hold himself to his own unattainable standards and be spurred on by the bitter disappointment of unavoidably failing. At this moment, he looked truly content — with a soft look in his eyes and the corners of his mouth drawn slightly upwards. 

The exhaustion you had seen on him for the past few months seemed to have melted away completely and with it all his ambition and constant worries. The lines on his face looked less drawn, he looked less gloomy, and when the gentle breeze ruffled his blond hair in a caress that made him look soft, you could not help taking his chin in your hands to tilt his head and press a lingering kiss against his lips. 

He made a little noise of surprise before you felt him smile. When you drew back, he still had his eyes closed as if savoring the moment and holding onto it for as long as he could.

Asirel looked breathtaking in the moonlight, even more so now that you could practically feel how relaxed he was. Never before had you been so grateful for your heightened senses and superior sight because the image of him before you — eyes closed, hair ruffled, and lips slightly red from your kiss — would forever stay close to your heart. 

“I meant the stars, you know,” he murmured, lashes fluttering before raising an eyebrow in a challenging expression that he knew you could see.

You huffed, turning away from him to look up at the night sky. 

It was different from the view you were used to — not that you bothered much to gaze at the stars back home. Still, you noticed they were arranged differently. It made the view all the more special, seemingly looking up at a different part of the universe.

The inky blackness of the space between the specks of light felt less icy here, it was not the desolate black you were used to, but rather a rich, deep blue. It reminded you of the deep sea, the recesses of the ocean right before you. Surely, if you were to swim out far enough, you would find the same color somewhere in the water.

The crescent moon hung high in the sky, its yellowish glow comforting but not bright enough to illuminate the sand before you properly. It completed the picturesque scene you found yourself in, and you found yourself marveling at the beauty of existence. 

“I like to make time for this at least once a year,” Asirel confessed quietly, taking another deep breath of the sea air and releasing it slowly, feeling no rush to unburden his soul to you. 

He had time, and so did you.

For once, he felt no need to hurry. His ever-racing mind had slowed to a near-crawling pace, and he allowed himself to simply feel, forgetting for a moment about the dozens of folders piling up high on his desk, detailing every sector of politics, economy, and culture. 

“It is good to anchor myself to reality every once in a while,” he said, sinking slowly until he felt the uneven sand softly digging into his back. He glanced at you, patting the space beside him.

You looked at him for a moment, frowning at his request for closeness — normally you were the clingy one — but following it nonetheless. Laying down beside him, you shifted until your shoulder pressed against his. You felt the heat radiating off him, a silent reminder of the rushing blood in his veins and the delicious meal it would make no doubt later tonight. 

“This is the only thing that matters, in the end,” he said, nodding to the sky, “this is reality — not the things humanity has created, society, politics, and money. Sometimes I forget there is a world beyond all our illusions, something real and tangible and much grander than everything we have made. I only need to look up at the sky and see the stars twinkle in the darkness, and I remember the charade I play a part in.”

“How bleak, Asirel,” you said, observing the path of a shooting star. “Although I suppose you could use some humbling. Memento Mori; it is good to be reminded of it from time to time.”

He chuckled. You felt it reverberating through his chest as his shoulders shook lightly. “Comforting words to hear from someone who is technically immortal.”

“Nothing lasts forever,” you said. 

“No, I know,” he said, closing his eyes to savour the moment, “not even the universe does.”

[atlasthegreatest]

The Super’s Bats / Stephanie Brown x Male Reader x Cassandra Cain

Headcanons about reader being in relationship with Stephanie and Cassandra aka The Sun and Moon duo.

A/n: This was requested by @fenrir-wolf-of-gotham I hope you like this, and sorry for the delay.

— How did they meet? —

They met at a charity gala in Metropolis, hosted by the Daily Planet. And this gala was attended by those considered to be of the highest profile and elite. And Bruce Wayne was one of them who showed up.

Bruce being Batman, uses this as an opportunity to gather information about the new criminal syndicate operating between Metropolis and Gotham and he brings Stephanie and Cassandra along with him as “associates” under the guise of being his new protégés to help with the reconnaissance.

Meanwhile, Clark Kent was there as Superman, keeping an eye out for any potential threats. And because he had caused such tremendous destruction while fighting a villain, Y/n was forced to be at that event by his father.

As she mingled, Stephanie noticed Y/n sneaking away from the crowd, looking rather lost and uncomfortable. Being naturally curious (and a bit mischievous), she followed him, thinking he might be up to something interesting. But then she found him on a balcony, staring up at the stars.

And Stephanie, ever the social butterfly, starts chatting with Y/n, making some light jokes to break the ice with the guy. And Y/n surprised but charmed by her energy, starts to relax and chat back.

Meanwhile, Cassandra, always on high alert, spots Stephanie sneaking out and follows her. She stays in the shadows, watching the interaction. As time passes, she quickly realizes that Y/n is not a threat, but she is curious as to why Stephanie seems to be so interested in him. But she keeps her distance from her, camouflaged among the shadows, until she notices a suspicious figure lurking nearby.

But just as Y/n and Stephanie begin to get comfortable, they hear a commotion inside. A group of armed men interrupts the party, clearly aiming to make a statement and attack the high-profile guests. Y/n's instinct is to spring into action, but he hesitates, unsure if he should reveal his powers in front of everyone. Stephanie, ever the impulsive one, is already thinking of how to take them down without blowing her cover.

Cassandra, sensing the threat, immediately disarms two of the intruders before they even realize what's going on. Stephanie joins in, coordinating attacks with Cassandra in a way that demonstrates the strong teamwork they've had over the years fighting together. Y/n, still in awe of their skills, realizes he needs to step it up as well. So he subtly uses his super breath to blow up a few weapons without drawing too much attention.

The three quickly found themselves fighting side-by-side, with Stephanie cracking jokes and telling wisecracks to keep the mood light, Cassandra moving like a silent shadow, and Y/n using his powers strategically without revealing his disguise. They made a surprisingly effective team.

After the whole situation was resolved, they found themselves on a rooftop, catching their breath. Y/n was impressed by Stephanie's quick thinking and Cassandra's incredible combat skills. He then formally introduced himself, a little shyly, as Y/n Kent.

Stephanie, recognizing the name, couldn't help but make a joke. "Ah, son of Superman. I knew you seemed too wholesome for Gotham." And Cassandra, who usually remains silent, surprised Y/n by offering a rare smile.

Y/n was intrigued by the two girls. Charmed by Stephanie’s bright energy and fascinated by Cassandra’s quiet intensity. He could feel a unique connection to them—something unlike anyone he had ever met before.

Stephanie quickly decided that Y/n wasn’t just “Superman’s son,” but someone worth getting to know. Cassandra, with her skilled instinct for reading people, sensed Y/n’s genuine kindness and curiosity, and she was drawn to the young man’s sincerity.

Before they parted ways, Y/n invited them to visit Metropolis for a while, saying he could show them the city from a different perspective. Stephanie, always enthusiastic, immediately accepted, while Cassandra gave a slight nod of agreement, already thinking about how their friendship could grow. And Y/n left with a new sense of excitement, realizing that this might be the start of something special.

From that day on, they began to see more of each other, meeting up in Metropolis or Gotham, occasionally teaming up on missions, and gradually building a deep connection that blossoms into romance over time.

— When did you start liking each other? —

Y/n first felt a spark for Cassandra. During their first meeting at the gala, Y/n was captivated by her skills and grace in battle. He is immediately drawn to her quiet strength and the way she communicates so much with just a look or a movement.

Over the next few weeks, he finds himself thinking about her more than often—her intense eyes, her precise movements, and the mysterious aura that surrounds her. He admires her from a distance, respecting her space and hoping to understand her better.

Cassandra has begun to notice Y/n’s interest in her, but she’s unsure of what to do. She’s not used to people being so open and genuine, and she finds his honesty and kindness disarming.

Over time, Y/n’s attempts to connect with her—showing interest in her passions, respecting her silence, and never pressuring her to talk when she’s not comfortable—begin to warm her heart. She appreciates that he’s never tried to change her and accepts her for who she is, quirks and all.

Stephanie, on the other hand, starts to warm to Y/n more gradually. Initially, she just sees him as a friend—someone fun to hang out with who brings a fresh perspective. She loves to tease him and make him blush, and she appreciates how he balances her out.

But as they continue to form a team, she begins to see more of his personality—his quiet strength, his empathy, and his willingness to go above and beyond for his friends and family. She finds herself increasingly charmed by his youthful innocence and unwavering optimism.

— Who fell in love first? —

Y/n is the next to fall for Stephanie. Her infectious energy, her ability to find the light in any situation, and her determination to be a hero despite her difficult past are all things he deeply admires. Stephanie makes him laugh, brings out his playful side, and helps him see the world in a new way. Y/n begins to realize that he likes her more than he initially thought—her warmth and resilience slowly win his heart.

Cassandra is the last to realize her feelings for Stephanie, but when she does, they hit her hard. Stephanie was everything Cassandra was not; expressive, outgoing, unapologetically herself. Cassandra found herself drawn to that bright energy, fascinated by how Stephanie could so effortlessly navigate social situations and connect with people.

More than that, she appreciates how Stephanie never treated her like she was broken; she always believed in her without hesitation, lifting her in ways Cassandra never expected. And over time, Cassandra realized that she wanted to be close to Stephanie, to protect her, and to be a part of her world.

Y/n was the first to fall in love first, though he didn’t realize it at first. His initial admiration for Cassandra quickly deepened into something more. He found himself doing little things to make her smile, going out of his way to learn more about the things she likes, and feeling a protective instinct around her. But he’s a little shy about it and worries that she might not feel the same way, and he didn’t say anything at first.

Cassandra is the second to realize her feelings. First for Y/n, and then more strongly, for Stephanie. She felt the two of them growing closer to her, and while at first, it was confusing and even a little overwhelming for her, she found herself enjoying their company more and more.

She became aware of her feelings when she noticed how her heart would beat whenever they were near and how she would instinctively move closer to them during fights or even in casual situations. Cassandra doesn’t realize these emotions right now, but she knows she wants them to stay.

Stephanie is the last to realize that she’s fallen in love. She sees Y/n as a great friend and a great older brother figure and Cassandra as a fellow warrior with whom she shares an endless bond.

However, as she spends more time with them, she begins to realize that her feelings go deeper than just friendship. One day, she finds herself feeling jealous when Y/n and Cassandra are training together, laughing and smiling, and then it hits her—she is in love with both of them. It comes as a surprise, but once she knows, she fully embraces her feelings.

— Who confesses first? —

All three.

During a particularly intense mission, the three are forced to confront their feelings. They had been working together so seamlessly, relying on each other without hesitation, that they could no longer deny their bond.

When Y/n is injured while protecting Cassandra, she and Stephanie realize how much they share with him, and when Cassandra silently expresses her concern, Y/n and Stephanie together understand just how deeply they have fallen for each other.

They finally talk about it—awkwardly at first, with a lot of stuttered words—but it ends with a mutual understanding that what they have is something special and worth exploring together. They decide to give their relationship a chance, knowing it’s not conventional, but it feels right for them all.

— What makes them argue? —

Most arguments stem from misunderstandings or differing approaches to situations.

For example, Y/n might suggest a more diplomatic or hopeful solution to a problem, while Cassandra prefers a direct, action-oriented approach. Stephanie often finds herself caught in the middle, trying to mediate but also having her own opinion about what should be done.

The other common trigger is when one of them takes a significant risk without consulting the other. Cassandra is often willing to put herself in harm’s way to protect her loved ones, which can anger Y/n and Stephanie, who hate to see her in danger.



Similarly, Stephanie's impulsive decisions might worry Y/n and Cassandra, while Y/n's tendency to hold on to his power for fear of causing collateral damage might frustrate his more pragmatic partners.

— What do they do when they fight? —

Cassandra tends to withdraw into herself when she’s upset. She is not used to verbal arguments and finds them too tiring. She withdraws from others, seeking solitude to clear her mind. She does not want to lash out in anger, so she chooses to just stay silent.

Stephanie is more vocal. She is used to arguing and having to stand her ground. She may say things in the heat of the moment that she never thought she would. However, she is also the one most likely to go after Cassandra when she withdraws, not wanting the distance to grow too large.

Y/n, on the other hand, hates conflict. Especially in their relationship. He tries to resolve things quickly, often wanting to talk right away. He is the first to apologize, even if he does not fully understand why the argument happened. He tends to overthink things, wondering if he did something wrong or if he failed to understand Cassandra and Stephanie's perspective.

— What do they do after a fight? —

After a fight, the three of them need some time to process their emotions. Y/n would often retreat to the skies or an open field to think and regain his calm.

Cassandra might train in solitude or disappear into the shadows of Gotham, using physical activity to ground herself.

Stephanie tends to space out, mumbling to herself or venting to an understanding friend like Barbara or even Alfred.

Cassandra is usually the first to initiate reconciliation, but not in words. She will do something small but meaningful—like leaving Y/n’s favorite comic book on his doorstep or bringing Stephanie her favorite coffee. She doesn’t know how to articulate her feelings, but she knows how to show them through her actions.

Y/n usually makes the first verbal attempt at reconciliation. He approaches Cassandra and Stephanie with an open heart, apologizing if he’s been too pushy or not understanding enough. He will try to express how much he values ​​their perspectives, even if he doesn’t always agree with them.

Stephanie, on the other hand, is the one who lightens the mood. After some time of calming down, she will tell a joke, or something stupid to break the tension. She is good at reading the room and knowing when it is appropriate to make a joke. She would say something like, “Are we done brooding, or should I officially call a Bat-Family Brood-Off?”

After resolving their fight, they often end up cuddling together. Cassandra, who usually doesn’t initiate any contact, might take Y/n’s hand or lean on Stephanie’s shoulder, letting them know she is there, always there for them.

Y/n, who loved being around them, felt relaxed once he knew they were on the same page again. And Stephanie, the one who often keeps them together, felt content knowing they could work through anything.

They often make lighthearted references to their past fights, using them as inside jokes to show that they’ve moved on from them. Stephanie might say, “Remember the time Y/n almost flew into space just because we couldn’t agree on pizza toppings?” and they laugh, knowing that they’ve grown stronger.

— Bonus —

Since Cassandra is most comfortable with body language, she bonds with Y/n over their mutual love for physical training and martial arts. Y/n, being half Kryptonian, has a natural strength advantage, but Casandra is far more skilled.

Their sparred sessions are a form of communicating and trust-building; Cassandra appreciates Y/n's gentleness, and Y/n loves how Cassy pushes him to new limits.

Stephanie brings out Y/n's adventurous side. She loves to drag him along on spontaneous dates, like late-night city rooftop hooping, breaking into abandoned places just for fun, or sneaking into Gotham's weirdest events.

Y/n provides a sense of calm and comfort to both Stephanie and Cassandra. He's the one they turn to when they need a listening ear or a shoulder to lean on. He helps Cassandra with her social anxiety and encourages her to express herself in whatever way feels right, while he's always ready to help Stephanie unwind after a rough day with quiet moments of support and understanding.

They all share a love for stargazing, particularly Y/n. He often takes Cassandra and Stephanie to secluded spots away from the city lights ( or even up in the sky, using his powers) to watch the stars.

He tells them stories about constellations, Krypton, and his father's adventures, which both girls find fascinating. It's their shared moment of peace and connection, away from the chaos of hero life.

They respect each other's need for quiet time, especially Cassandra, who often enjoys sitting by the window with a book or meditating in a quiet corner. Y/n might read alongside her, enjoying the peace, while Stephanie could be on her laptop, working on a project, or catching up on social media. Sometimes, they just sit together in comfortable silence, each doing their own thing but feeling connected by their shared space.

[oneshlut]

Hello! May i request a yandere romantic!jax x obsessive girly fem!reader:3 one shot? (Preferably on the longer side)

a little background info,

reader is obsessed with the fact that she wants him to love her so much, she finds out he's crazy for her, and instead of what Jax thinks she's gonna do, she's over the moon! Immediately kissing and she can't keep her hands off him. Ofc Jax eats all the affection up, !!

A/N: ooh, first yandere request! (also i loveee writing long oneshots,) thanksies for the request!! hopefully you like how i portrayed the characters and what not :D (also, i swear i have nothing against ragatha, she's one of my favorites, im VERY sorry)

Down The Rabbit Hole (Yandere!Jax x Fem!Obsessive!Reader) [Oneshot]

Rules For Requesting

Characters I Will Write For

Masterlist

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Toxic Relationships/Tendencies, Possessive/Obsessive Behavior, Stalking, Mentions of Bl0od (in the form of black ooze/glithces), Murd3r (in the form of abstraction), etc.

Summary: Jax finds himself pleasantly surprised that you adore his crazy-loving tendencies. One day, he thinks he goes too far, but you react in a way he never could begin to think you would.

Word Count: 2,254

Another day passed. Another day, spent all with Jax! That's how her mindspace was. She spent most of her day with Jax, and knew of her growing feelings. She knew these feelings were growing by the day, and didn't mind at all.

However, this didn't pass by everyone. No, almost everyone knew about this obsession of hers. Nobody wanted to speak up about it though. Some, like Zooble and Caine, were entertained by her lovesickness. Others, though, were concerned for her. Such as Pomni, Gangle, or Ragatha.

She didn't mind. Not at all. Her feelings were her own, and she didn't even care about how other people thought about it. She was crazy, and she knew it.

Deep down? She was glad she had put on the headset.

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"Crap.."

She was getting the best of him, wasn't she? Jax paced around his room, circling and circling and circling and--he skidded to a stop. What is wrong with him..?

The day she put on the headset, the day she entered this reality, he felt an immediate change. Like a spark, sending an extra heartbeat straight through his spine. Seeing her did something to him, but he doesn't know what.

He's becoming different. He swears his vision took on a new shade of red. Was this the mainframe, or was this him..?

All he knows now is that he wants you.

And.. it felt good. He loved how it felt to love you. Jax's past frown slowly faded away, melting into a lovesick smile. He stared at himself in his vanity-sized mirror. If he was lucky enough.. maybe, you could be his.

Jax jumped up suddenly, hearing the sound of a knock at his door. He steadied himself, latching onto an object just about to fall, and took a deep breath. Why now..?

He moved to the door to open it. Lay behold, in front of him was... you. His heart practically jumped out of his chest. Oh no no no--he couldn't let you see him like this! Jax needed to compose himself..

"Hey, sweets. Uh, wh-what's up?"

"Jax! Hey, I was looking all over for you-!"

You invited yourself in, feeling a bit of flush on your face due to the nickname. He was always a tease like that, but it caught you off guard every time.

Jax watched as you inspected his room. You were never in his room, were you? He kept the sly grin on his face steadily, but it was practically an inch away from turning into an adoring smile. You were going to be the death of him.

You, on the other hand, had no problem hiding your crush. You think? He didn't seem like he was getting any hints at your loving gaze or anything.. Jax actually looked really spaced out. Staring at you. You flushed up, stammering out a response.

"Uhm.. J-Jax?"

That seemed to snap him out of his trance. Could he really help admiring you, though? Before he could dig into that subject more, he quickly returned his playful facade.

"Hah! Sorry, toots--long day, I guess.."

He laughed half-heartedly. You chuckled with him, but something about Jax was putting you off.. Maybe it was his unusual posture--or the look in his eyes when he.. stared. He also wasn't teasing that often today. Strange.

You brushed it off, continuing to chat with him. You shouldn't have. You knew something was wrong. Maybe you'll confront him about it later.

Jax didn't understand why he acted this way around you. Can't he just be normal? ..Whatever. You were still here, and that's all that mattered. So, for the time being, he simply relished in your presence.

Eventually, you had to leave to your room, noticing the lights were dimming, signalling the day was ever. It helped keep track of some sort of time. And keep people sane with a morning/night type schedule. Jax hated seeing you go. He wanted to keep you. He wanted you to be his.

But not everyone gets what they want. So he leaves you be, so you can get your well-deserved rest. Didn't want you abstracting on him, did he..? Hah. Heh.. Hm.

Listen, I know it sounds bad, but all Jax wanted to do was keep you safe! He stood outside your room, leaning lovingly on the door frame. Stalking and protection are two completely different things! He stared at the photo on your carved brown door, his pupils black, though now, with a hint of dark red. A color of blood.

He's not too worried about himself mentally anymore. Jax was already sinking in the shallows, he can go a bit deeper, can't he..? After all, it felt so good to be utterly obsessed with someone, to let loose.

Jax could hear your soft breathing, the sound of ruffling sheets, your content sighs.. He was lucky the walls were so light. God, there was something really wrong with him, wasn't there? He chuckled lowly, making sure not to disturb your rest--He was sure you were just so peaceful and soft and dreaming restfully in your room, he didn't want to interrupt that, did he? Of course not. Hahah! Imagine how you'd react, seeing him like this? He's sure you'd be disgusted. He doesn't care, though. He laughed under his breath again, his grin multiplying tenfold. He breathed in deeply, his exhale shaky with overwhelming emotions as he began clutching the doorkno--

"Jax-? Wh.. What are you doing..?"

...

Ragatha. He looked back slowly, sending her a piercing glare.

She felt her stuffed legs suddenly go weak. What's up with him? Is he sick? Why was Jax outside your door in the first place? Why does he look so.. vile?

"Oh-hoh! Ragatha, shouldn't you be in your room right now? It is nighttime, isn't it..?" He picked up his sly look he previously dropped again to avoid suspicion. Jax sighed internally. Shit.. he just had to get caught, didn't he?

"Why are you out of your room?? Are you.. Are you snooping on her?!" Ragatha snapped, waving her stitched arm in the direction of your door. She wasn't really angry, but rather shocked.. and a bit disgusted.

She was starting to get on his nerves. He couldn't let her wake you, could he? Ragatha was always a bit of a nuisance, and now she was trying to get between you two. He wouldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let you hear.

"Listen."

Jax grabbed onto Ragatha's plush jaw, preventing her from making any further noise. All that was heard now were muffled cries for help. Luckily, they were just quiet enough to not be heard. He no longer felt empathy, tears streaking her cloth cheeks and making their way down to Jax's palm.

"Dollface, I know we've never really been the bestest of friends," Ragatha's eye squinted at his now teasing voice. "..but just this once, I need you to be silent. Alright?"

Ragatha shook her head up and down violently, her strands of red yarn quivering under her shaky form. He let go, and she stumbled back, keeping a shaky hand on her previously covered mouth.

"But if this gets out to the others, I will f(__)king butcher you."

Ragatha, still shaking, took this as her sign to leave. To run. She ran back to her room, closing the door lightly to not irritate Jax.

He sighed deeply, taking one last look at your frame in the door, before returning to his room.

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The next day, everything felt off. Everyone felt off. Even Caine, who announced there wouldn't be an adventure today. Maybe that was why--people were on edge because there wasn't an adventure? You didn't really know, but you could feel the heavy air that crowded around the circus.

You hadn't seen Ragatha most of the day, either. When she did come out of her room, all you heard from her were either short answers, hums, or pure silence.

So, there was Ragatha. And then there was Jax. Now, Jax was a.. weird situation. Mixed, to say the least. One moment he'd just.. stare. Look through you. The next, he'd be extremely playful--sometimes even flirty. Not saying you disliked the flirting.. heh, but, uh.. it was definitely a change.

Perhaps permanently changed. This thought didn't come to you, but it did come to Jax.

First hearing the cancellation of an adventure announcement in the early morning, only one explanation came to him. Ragatha.

It could've been his now delusional mindset, or the evidence of Caine's hesitance, but every part of him was telling him that Ragatha must have told Caine about the night before.

Of course she would. She's not easily threatened, is she? Jax couldn't let word get out he was utterly crazy about you. What would you say to him? Would you still talk to him? Would you leave him..? No, he wouldn't let that happen.

Ragatha was always such a chatterbox. He'd make sure she wouldn't make a sound again.

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Three knocks. Surprisingly, finding a weapon wasn't too hard. Found in his room, a comically large hammer, spiked at the hit-point of the weapon.

The door opened slowly.

...

"Jax, please.." She shuddered. "I don't know what you want from me, just tell me, I.." Her eye became glossy.

"I'll do anything."

Jax's grin expanded. He chuckled under his breath, closing the door behind him, and looking up to meet Ragatha's petrified gaze.

"..Well, dollface, if you'd like, I could abstract you in a much less painful way." Her gaze widened.

"I could repeat to you over and over again.. how there's no point to anything, you'll be stuck here forever, and there is no escape, until.. well, until ya lose your mind!" Jax teased. Ragatha didn't seem up for it. "Slow, but painless."

Ragatha swallowed. Beads of sweat dripped down her digital head, was he serious? What is fucking wrong with him?!

Jax walked forward, causing her to take a step back. His hammer dragging across the floor, making a tear in the carpet from its spikes. "Buuut, then again..~" He spoke in a sing-song voice.

"I don't really have the time."

Jax pushed Ragatha to the ground, pressing a foot on her to keep her down. He didn't have the energy to deal with her screams right now. She tossed and turned, her cries echoed throughout the room.

He swiftly pointed the spike of the hammer to her throat. She let out a soft whimper, swallowing, and breathing heavily.

"Please.. don't..."

..Leave no room for empathy.

Jax swung the hammer directly under her neck. She yelled out in pain, though, the scream quickly faded into the echo of the room.

The space on her chest, once plush, was now sickly, black, and glitchy. He could almost see something neon glowing inside, but he didn't care to look. Abstraction always looked the same anyways.

He looked down to see the same thick, black, gutty blood on his hands. He swiped it off cleanly. It came off his fur pretty swiftly. Jax wiped the muck off his face as well, before returning to his room.

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Actually, if you were being honest, you were a bit worried for Jax. His sudden mood swings were strange, but now you haven't seen him in a few hours. Being as he's normally in his room, if nowhere else, that's where you headed.

The halls were silent. There was always some sort of ambiance. Whether it be echoed music or sound effects, there was always something there. You couldn't even hear your own footsteps now.

You passed by Ragatha's door. Something about it seemed.. off. But you were reminded of your original intent, passing by Jax's door.

You were about to knock, before you heard muttering coming from inside. Was he talking to someone..? You leaned into the door, the muttering now becoming audible.

"What is wrong with me..? I never wanted this to happen--No, no, I did the right thing, if she found out, then.. Maybe it was worth it? For her..?" For who-? "I.. I did what had to be done. She'd never talk to me again if she found out. And now.. I can have her. Keep her.."

He began chuckling. This chuckling evolved into a manic laughter. And when it died down, you heard him sigh, and.. he spoke your name, softly.

Your heart jumped out of your chest. Was that all.. about you? You felt a heat rise to your face. You couldn't help but wonder how that worked in a digital world.

You knocked on his door.

Shortly after, Jax opened the door to greet you.

"Oh. Uh. Hey, sweethea--!"

"I.. were you.. talking about me..?"

...

"..Sh(_)t. Listen--I get if.. you'll hate me after this. Buuut.. yeah. I-I don't know what's going on with me but.. all I know is that I want you, and--"

Without thinking, you immediately jumped into his arms. Saying you were overjoyed would be an understatement. Knowing he was obsessed with you as you were with him? Were you dreaming?

Jax, on the other hand, was shocked. Not for long was he frozen, though. His first reaction melted away into his classic cheeky grin. This time, a hint of obsession in his eyes as he embraced you.

Then you kissed him. Then, he was over the moon. You pulled away, viewing his lovesick eyes with pure joy. Jax didn't regret anything at all. You were just pulling him deeper, encouraging him to keep up his behavior. And he was all for it.

As long as he could keep holding you like this, he would do anything.

And now, you're his.

[thescarletnargacuga]

IT'S ME AGAIN! BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH ANOTHER KINGDOM AU REQUEST!

Could you do one where Pomni gets kidnapped by the gummi bandits and taken to the dark lands where the Ether dragon (sun and moon) is? And then have Caine come in to rescue her?

And have a romantic ending? 👀👀👀

ALSO BUBBLE TRANSFORMING INTO A HORSE BECAUSE CAINE NEEDS A NOBLE STEED HEHEHE

A/N: a classic fairytale setup, I like it!

MY HERO

A KINGDOM AU SHOWTIME ONESHOT

AU credit @allisonraeyt @tadk-ask-blog

WARNING: fantasy action

~~~

Pomni felt dizzy as she slowly came to consciousness. The world was still dark when she opened her eyes. She tried to move. Only to find that her hands and ankles were tied. She let out a gasp and her voice was muffled by the rag tied around her mouth. Her heart started to race and she struggled against her bonds.

Torch light blinded her against the night when the bag over her head was violently ripped away. "Knock it off!" A gruff voice barked in her face. Pomni flinched away and froze in place, breathing heavily against the gag. "Cooperate, and you won't get hurt. Understand?"

Pomni had no idea where she was other than some cave. It smelled dank and reeked of animal filth. Three anthropomorphic gators stood over her. The largest held a bright burning torch that lit the whole cavern.

"Boss," The smallest of the three gators spoke. "When is the dragon gonna be here? The longer she's with us, the more likely-"

"Shut it. They'll be here when they get here. The amount of gold from their hoard they're offering for her will be worth the wait." The largest gator pointed a jagged knife in Pomni's face. "And once you're no longer our problem, you can scream and struggle all you want. No one gets past the Ether Dragon."

~

Gangle knocked on Pomni's door not long after sun up. "Princess? Are you awake?" The bedroom was silent, so she opened the door carefully. "Princess Pomni? I'm terribly sorry to-" The room was completely upturned. "Skies above! Guards! GUARDS!! PRINCESS POMNI HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!! GET PRINCE CAINE!!"

Not even a minute later, Prince Caine rushed into the bedroom. He was just as taken aback as Gangle was on first entering. "What...!? How did this happen!? Did none of the patrols hear anything!?" He roared at the guards that followed him.

"No, my liege. We had no reason to believe anything was amiss." One guard answered quickly.

Pink magic glowed along the edge of Caine's pupils. His mystic sight scanned the room. The room was a mess, but jewelry and expensive silks were still there. Pomni fought back. She had to have cried for help.

There was a strange aura to the room. He could feel it. He kicked aside a broken drawer to find the source. A piece of scroll parchment covered runic symbols was stuck to the floor. "A silencing seal. That explains why no one heard her, and tells me they don't have natural magic."

He went to the open window. It was a long drop from her bedroom. Claw marks scratch the strong stone wall. "Strong enough to climb several stories without rope." Caine commented to himself. At the bottom of the tower, something glistened.

Caine vaulted out the window, much to the shock of everyone else in the room. He let himself freefall most of the way down before teleporting short range to the ground. He knelt down to inspect the shining magic only he could see. A single drop of water, sparkling on a single blade of grass.

"A tear!" Caine elated. "Well done, Pomni!" He looked ahead and saw another shining tear in the distance. Caine whistled loudly and Bubble flew to him as quick as a lark. "I need you to be my wings! The princess is in danger!"

"Right away, your majesty!" The tiny voice of the bird shapeshifted into something much larger and more regal. A pegasus. His bright white coat shined in the morning sun as he pawed the ground, eager for take off.

Caine mounted bareback, no time to saddle up. "Ya!"

Bubble reared, flaring his wings and galloped into take off. His powerful wings putting distance between him and the ground quickly.

Caine watched for tears on the ground, steering Bubble to follow. "I'm coming, Pomni."

~

Pomni wiped her cheek on her shoulder. Her face was still wet with tears. She hoped the spell Caine taught her worked, even when they knocked her out. She and her three captors sat in silence for a long time before a booming echo came from the entrance. Something huge landed at the entrance to the cave.

With each rumbling footfall, Pomni lost more and more hope that it was Prince Caine. From the dark emerged a two headed, dark blue and bright gold dragon. Its colors split down the middle like the horizon at twilight. The golden head glared down at the group. The dark blue head gazed down with indifference.

"We got your prize. Hand over the gold and we'll be on our way." The leader of the three bandits boldly states to the Ether Dragon.

"Stifle your arrogant tone, mortal. Or I will burn it away." The eyes of the golden head flared like stoked flames.

The two meeker bandits backed up. The leader stood steadfast. "This mortal successfully stole from the High Prince himself. I have every right to be arrogant, but we're not here for me. You want to Princess? Hand over the reward."

The golden head huffed angrily, but remained silent when the dark blue head looked at her. The blue half clutched a large chest and set it down in front of the bandits. "As honored."

The lead bandit kicked open the chest. It was full of treasure from the dragon's horde. He gestures to his lackies to bring Pomni forward. "She's all yours. Pleasure doing business with you."

Pomni fought the grip of the bandits, doing everything in her power to stay out of the dragon's clutches. She screamed against the gag as the clawed hand of the golden dragon reached for her.

A pink bolt streaked through the air and exploded on impact against the scaled hide of the dragon's claw. The Ether Dragon roared in pain and turned to the entrance of the cave to see a winged horse and rider swooping into the cavern.

"UNHAND HER!!" Caine held up a shining silver sword, blazing magenta with magic.

With all attention on Caine, Pomni headbutted the bandit lacky next to her. He doubled over and dropped his knife. She awkwardly hopped over and managed to get a hold of it. She struggled to try to cut her wrist bindings as the cave shook with the movements of the huge dragon.

The golden head immediately shot a stream of bright orange fire that heated the whole cavern. The blue head tried reaching for Pomni again.

Bubble flew forward bravely headlong into the wall of fire. Caine pointed his sword straight ahead and a powerful beam of pink magic split the dragon's fire.

Pomni barely dove out the way in time to avoid the pearly white fangs of the blue dragon head snapping at her. Her ankle bindings held tight but she was making progress on freeing her wrists. She squirmed away as fast as she could out of reach of the reaching dragon head.

"Foul light bringer." The dark blue head bared its fangs, unable to reach further without the cooperation of its more temperamental half.

The bandits sheltered in place the best they could. The packed treasure chest was too heavy to move quickly and they were staying out of this fight.

The golden head roared and snapped its jaws at Caine as he flew into range. Caine lashed his sword and pink magic flared out in a wave, slicing into the dragon's face. Both heads felt the pain, and the dark blue head turned to fight Caine as well.

Caine was waiting for that. He has Bubble swoop down and he reached out for Pomni. Pomni had just got her wrists free and dropped the knife and rope as she reached out for Caine with both hands. Caine grabs her wrist and hoists her up in his lap on Bubble's back.

Bubble double timed it out of the cave. Both dragon heads roared as the dragon gave chase. Once outside, the massive wings folded to the dragon's sides unfurl and the Ether Dragon takes to the skies. Both heads release a breath attack, orange fire and light blue lightning merge to create an overpowered blast of elemental energy.

Caine held his sword out vertically behind him and shielded Pomni with his body as the energy hit the sword's defensive aura. Fire and lightning blazed around them with terrible force. Bubble's wings were singed but he kept flying as fast as he could.

Caine's eyes went completely pink as he whispered to his sword. The sword sang with a metallic ring and he threw it. The sword flew like a guided missile and sliced through one of the dragon's wings multiple times. The dragon rapidly lost altitude, despite its best efforts to stay in the air.

The sword boomeranged around to Caine's open hand. He blinked the light like from his eyes as he watched the Ether Dragon crash-land on a hillside, roaring furiously.

Caine tapped the rope around Pomni's ankles with his sword and the binds disintegrated. Things were finally calm enough for Pomni to pull off the gag in her mouth. "Blegh!" Her mouth felt horribly dry, so instead of speaking, she buried her face in his chest in a right hug.

Caine snapped away his sword and hugged Pomni back. "Thank the stars you're okay."

Pomni looked up, tears of overjoyed relief walked in her eyes. Caine gently caressed her cheek. "The tears shall lead you to the Kingdom. I'm proud of you for remembering."

"I had a good teacher." Pomni said quietly.

~

The three gators bandits. Slowly carrying their massive box of loot, the smallest makes conversation. "Why didn't the Ether Dragon steal Pni themselves? Aren't they super powerful?"

The other lacky answered. "The castle has special defences just for ol' two face. They can't get close, but even if they could, they're massive! Caine would see them coming miles away and he's quite powerful himself. He's High Prince for a reason."

"Oh."

They stop when the ground starts shaking out of nowhere. It's not until they look behind them, they see the massive enraged Ether Dragon sprinting right at them.

"No Princess. No deal." Stated the blue head.

"I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU FOOLS!! YOU LED HIM RIGHT TO US!!" Screamed the gold.

[midgardian-witch]

the lyrics of lilies by ethel cain are so moon boys im gonna die

After almost a month I finally got around to your ask(s), anon! I listend to the song and read through the lyrics (because I didn't know that song before) and I have to agree. It's very moon boys flavored 👀

So here we go: a little drabble inspired by that song. I have never done a songfic or something soley inspired by a song before so this was a new experience. I did have fun tho 😄

This is also not a linear story in any way, shape or form. This is really more vibes than anything else. Also almost kind of poetry-like in a way? 🤔 Idk but i kinda like the style for this.

A Wondrous Thing

tags: friends to lovers (hinted) | established relationship (hinted) | angst-y fluff | mentions of blood | gn!reader

ships: Steven Grant/Reader, Marc Spector/Reader, Jake Lockley/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

It's the way you smile. 

Steven loves the way the whole room seems to suddenly look brighter, how he feels warmer, how every sound rings sweeter when you smile at him. 

The way you tilt your head encouragingly when he catches himself in yet another rant about Ancient Egypt. He stops himself just looking at you silently asking him to go on with a soft smile on your face. 

The way your eyes shine when you're laughing about one of his more-or-less unintentional jokes. 

His fingers twitch every time with the urge to pull you close and hold you tight. He wants to embrace you and never let go. 

But he can't. You're his friend and he can’t risk this. 

But you know. You see every twitch, hear every sigh, feel his eyes on you when Steven thinks you're distracted. 

So when you lean in, close the gap between the two of you for the first time, his heart is all but beating out of his chest with joy. 

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It's the way you carefully treat the wounds the suit couldn’t heal in time. 

Marc loves the way your fingers run over his skin so softly, like he was made of glass or porcelain, ready to crack with the slightest pressure. Like he was something precious to be kept safe. 

It's the way your eyes grow soft when Marc returns to your apartment through the open window in the middle of the night. He can feel you checking him for injuries, checking if you would need to get the medkit stashed in the bathroom. 

It's the way you hold him after a long night, making sure he is safe and real and alive. You lay your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, your hands holding onto any part of his body you can reach as you pull him into your embrace. Marc can feel your tears soak through his shirt. 

He knows he is going to hurt you in the long run. For how much longer would you be able to deal with him and all his bullshit? Marc knows he should let you go, save you from the constant fear and worry. But he can't. He is weak. 

But you know. You know how much Marc worries about being too much, about hurting you, about being a bad person. 

So you tell him "I trust you," and you feel him melt under your hands. "I'm here for you," and his breath catches in his throat. "You're safe with me," and you hear him sob. "I love you," and you see the tears running down his cheeks. 

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It's the way you always know it's him. 

Jake loves the way notice even the little things. A soft kiss to his jaw when he cut himself shaving. A new pair of leather gloves that is placed wordlessly next to his things when his old gloves start to fall apart from use. 

It's the way you treat him as his own person. You never compare the three of them even if they themselves do it quite often. They want to be the best for you. You're their angel and you deserve everything. 

It's the way he would do anything to keep you safe. Jake is glad you don't see the blood on his hands, the violence he is capable of. You can never see that. He would kill for you, he would die for you, and you could never know.

But you know. You know what Jake is capable of. You know the pain and guilt he carries, that they all carry. And when you see Jake sit by the window, a cigarette dangling between his fingers and his eyes staring into nothingness, you hold his hand. And you don't care what he has done because you know who he is. You know that he would never hurt anyone innocent, never kill anyone out of malice. You know he would never hurt you. And you would always hold his hand, blood stains and all. 

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It's the way they look at you like you are their one and only. Like you are their salvation. Like you are everything they could ever need. 

It's the way you never want to be apart from them; how you want to be with them until the very end. 

It's the way your heart skips a beat when they smile at you, when they kiss you, when they undress you. 

It's the way you can't believe how lucky you are. 

What a wondrous thing to be in love.

[adidegmez]

spn s10 spoilers

s10 ep1(black)

i knew we would get demon dean but i thought a demon possessed dean. i didnt think dean would become a demon. he is with crowley and he left sam and cas. sam lost control. cas is not okay. i love crowley's humor. i dont like hannah. Daniel died because of her. Daniel and Cas were talking properly, the others disrupted it. dean wouldnt leave his brother. this isnt dean.

s10 ep2(reichenbach)

dean killed a human! and he enjoyed it. dean is happy, i guess. he doesnt care about his past, so he is happy. crowley misses dean. its just a car?!? i want old dean back. i need him.

s10 ep3(soul survivor)

crowley really loved dean. crowley saved cas. Cas arrived just in time. is dean fully cured? i hope he is. i can see the difference between demondean and dean in his eyes. I miss Dean even if it's only 3 episodes. i'm glad he's back. okay sam calls dean his brother and he cares about him. cas is okay. dean is good. im happy. rowena! this is my first time watching spn but i always see spoilers so i know her name but i dont know who she is and i didnt think we would see her this early. i was just thinking when is Charlie coming. we got rowena instead of Charlie.

s10 ep4(paper moon)

why didnt sam go with dean? he did go. Then why did he say call me if things don't go well? i thought we wouldnt see kate again. I didn't like it when Dean lied. Tasha may be a monster, but Kate is no monster. and we didnt see rowena.

s10 ep5(fan fiction)

we got work to do. he said it. im so excited. The moment they realized it was their own story was priceless. and the looks afterwards. i love deans reactions so much. dean looked at the camera. i hate when they dont believe sam and dean are sam and dean. becky and marie their favorite is sam. How come not a fan whose favorite is Dean showed up? yes, adam when will they save him? carry on was the best part here. and the amulet. chuck🥹.

s10 ep6(ask jeeves)

in some of the earlier episodes shapeshifters did not shed their skin. I was wondering how this happens there too. Then I thought they would probably continue like this and forgot about it. but now they are shedding their skin again. why is this so?

s10 ep7(girls, girls, girls)

i like rowena. angels and demons they ruin the lives of the people they posses. If she was going to let go of the body, why didn't she let go before she destroyed her life? i love dean. he was telling the guy what he wanted to hear. and thats exactly what he did with sam. he means those words. and thats probably true. Just before Crowley said, when the music came on, I knew Rowena was Crowley's mother. wow. I didn't know until the last minute that this would happen.

s10 ep8(hibbing 911)

jody and donna, i like them. dean is hunter he always will be. and he is the best hunter.

s10 ep9(the things we left behind)

i knew kathryn Newton was in supernatural but i didnt think she was jimmy's daughter. its so nice to see winchesters laugh. i love dean and cas' friendship. i dont care what anyone says john was a good father. dean and sam loved him and he loved them. he was trying to protect them. sometimes he did bad things but he always loved them. i love crowley and rowena's Accent. dean lost himself, again. Didn't Cain say that once Dean was done with the mark, he would take it from him?

s10 ep10(the hunter games)

did crowley really trust rowena? The woman with Claire looks like Katniss.

s10 ep11(there's no place like home)

yes, Charlie. I was wondering when we would see her. Dean is innocent next to the dark Charlie. dean… charlie is their little sister.

s10 ep12(about a boy)

yong dean actor is perfect. The actors who played younger Sam and Dean were always excellent. polite dean. He was always polite when he needed to be polite. So Dean's swiftie days started here. hansel and gretel! i knew we would get the last car scene but i think it would be in another ep. but it was great to see.

s10 ep13(halt & catch fire)

i just watched ghostbusters for the first time before watching this ep. they were smart they make Money when they're saving people and people believe there are ghost. i wish people believed monsterrs in this universe and hunters could earn Money while saving people. and they wouldnt get any trouble while lying. they wouldnt even need to lie. but still theyre saving people while living miserable lives.

i love gen x dean. he knows his movies shows and music the rest dosnt matter. he gave up but im sure theyll find something, but idk if its a cure.

s10 ep14(the executioner's song)

dean is so calm after killing cain. he is scaring me. he keeps so much to himself. no one can help him but himself i know but he could at least talk to sam and cas. but he wont.

s10 ep15(the things they carried)

people dont want to see winchesters. where there is a winchester there is a trouble. yes they are not the cause of the problem(usually) but they are always there to solve the problem. and thats why i love them. they are brave sweet caring kind… they are everything.

s10 ep16(paint it black)

crowley loves winchesters. sam cares about dean. i love him again. i love caring sam.

s10 ep17(inside man)

Cas is wearing a tie. i was sure we wouldnt see bobby again. but here we are. i missed him. hello boys, I assume rowena got this from crowley. bobby said what could be worse? i hope we wont learn that. i hope we can see bobby again. dean and crowley in a bar they yalked like they were old friends and i think that was nice. and crowley believed dean instead of his mother well that was the logical choice but still he chose dean. i love crowley. ş hope cas can get his grace back.

s10 ep18(book of the damned)

The hoodie suits Dean so good. first faith then now. It looks good no matter what he wears, but a hoodie is different. i hate metatron. he ran, again. where's the backup phone dean? yes Charlie and cas are bff's now. i thought sam would ask crowley. rowena is not good.

s10 ep19(the werther project)

it was nice to see benny well he wasnt benny but still it was nice. i hope sam wont kill crowley. dean really loves purgatory i think this is because he is a hunter and thats all he knows and he enjoys being a hunter.

s10 ep20(angel heart)

Can't Cas use his powers to find claire? when i started watching spn i was seeing spoilers. ı learnt cas was coming before s3. and i thought he would travel sam and dean everywhere. but he is not. we are seeing him do little. i wish we could see him more in the future.

s10 ep21(dark dynasty)

normally i wouldnt support sam because he is lying to dean but there is no other way yet at least. so go sam save dean. is charlie dead? she cant be. she is not dead cas could save her right? We saw very little of her. I want to spend more time with her.

s10 ep22(the prisoner)

she is dead! she cant be dead. i cant blame sam. He was the one who involved Charlie but charlie idk i just cant blame sam. Couldn't Cas have saved Charlie? no i cant accept charlie's death. i wont. I thought we would spend more time with Charlie. i kill gods. he is not wrong. im glad crowley is alive but he changed. i wish he would stay the way he was. dean lost control again but they were monsters so its okay i guess. Charlie cant be dead. That's all I could think about during the entire episode. dean killed the kid. I thought he would come to his senses while talking to the kid. Dean isn't completely gone, he can be saved. Charlie cant be dead. why didnt cas save her. when she died gadreel brought her back. Why didn't they bring her back this time?

s10 ep23(brother's keeper)

Dean didn't want Rudy to die either, this is the Dean we know, but his attitude when pushing him away must have been mark's influence. my dean wouldnt let rudy die. he would talk and save rudy. i need my old dean back. crowley loves dean. "i think i just killed death"why dean? he usually tries to help you. why did you kill him? dean confuses me. rowena really doesnt love crowley. Dean agreed. Both the world and Dean would have been saved, but now they have to save the world from what they themselves caused. dean why? i was okay, dean was okay sam and even death was okay with the plan and then dean just killed death, why? i know he loves his brother he would never kill him but he summoned death he asked him favor and then just killed him. World is a mess, rowena escaped, crowley and cas are not okay, sam and dean who knows what happened and Charlie is still dead. i cant wait what will happen in next season.

[crowrave]

I Hate You (Because All I See Is Myself)

Crown‘s insanity gives way for his mind to truly dwell in his resentments of existence. He also gets into a verbal fight with the magic of the Dark Sea that controls his mind.

⚠️ self-depreciation, slight description of blood and injury, manipulation attempt, and feelings of isolation. (Also my writing is still kinda shitty)⚠️

Story is under the cut, as always!

It’s the middle of the night in the Nimbus Sea. The dull, unfeeling moon remains stagnant in the sky, gleaming down at the waters below it. The chilling cold of the ocean breeze, paired with the beginnings of a hellish war brings forth a particularly sour mood for a certain Vice Captain.

Cain Crown sits at his desk, glaring at a mirror on the wall in front of him. He stares it down with burning hatred in his eyes— scorning its very presence with as much contempt he can muster.

The reflection does not react. The only thing interesting about it would simply be his own reflection staring back. Crown does not seem to agree with this observation.

The Navy guard continues to grip onto the wooden table; leaning as far forward as he can while looking at the mirror the entire time. He remains silent for a few minutes longer.

Eventually, he finally slumps down in his seat, grumbling to himself and keeping an eye on the frame of the glass. He seems rather discontent with the mirror’s continued existence.

He glowers at the reflective surface, seething with rage at his own appearance in the mirror. The face looking back at him seems… off. As if it’s using the man’s face to express a very smug expression.

“Stop looking at me like that. How about you fuck off, and just leave me alone?”

The one before him simply smiles— although, Crown himself retains a scowl. He can feel his mouth speaking, and hears a gentle, but mocking voice come from his throat.

“What look am I giving you? Perhaps you’ve simply gone mad again. You��re quite easy to rile up, you know.”

The Captain continues to express his displeasure of seemingly being used as a vessel for another.

“If I could, I’d stick a foot up your ass. Why insist on sticking around? I know you’ve got far better things to do than stay here and taunt me.”

The man in the mirror hums. They tilt their head with a smile that feels far too fake to be genuine.

“Why not? It’s fun. You can’t get rid of me. I’m you. No amount of warding potions or denial will change that.”

“Come back to the Dark Sea. It’s much more interesting there when you’re around. Perhaps you might even rid yourself of me, yet.”

Crown returns the reflection’s smile with a scathing glare. He narrows his eyes, and slams a fist down onto the wooden surface.

“Don’t play games with me, you asshole. You’re just gonna try to take over again, aren’t you? You’ve done plenty of that even out of that cursed place. There’s not need for returning when you made it clear you don’t even require being there to take control of my life.”

The looking glass silently gives a scrutinizing gaze. The smile on its face becomes strained, and its hands begin to clench in what appears to be frustration.

“Your opinion on the matter means nothing to me. Why defy my suggestions if you already know there’s no point in fighting back? Give me the reigns. Your time has come to an end, anyways.”

“Your friends don’t care for you. I can make them regret it. They’ll be worshiping you like the god you are. All I need is your support. Give in.”

The last bits of the vice captain’s sanity scream at him to get the fuck away. To flee, and break that god-damned mirror and kill other him that seems oh so entertained by his misery.

He doesn’t dare to show weakness. Not when he’s face-to-face with such a despicable foe. He snarls at the reflection, and draws his fist back.

…the resounding sound of glass shattering likely woke up his crew. Blood drops from his knuckles and down to his arm, leaving droplets of blood on the desk. Glass lodges itself into his hand, and the searing pain from it just makes him angrier.

He doesn’t care. They’ll just think he’s fucking around again, and go back to sleep.

And that’s the worst part. They don’t know just how much he’s struggling. How the ‘leader’ they look up to is hardly even alive at all. How no matter how hard he tries. No matter now many opponents he’s fought, no matter the amount of people he’s killed for the sake of their safety.

None of it will ever amount to the losing battle he’s fighting. Himself. Because they were right. They are him, in a sick, and twisted way. And that will never change.

He may be Cain Crown, fierce Vice Captain of the Grand Navy; near-invincible and immortal demigod that has slain thousands for his own personal gain—!

But he shall forever be fated to become nothing but Cain Crown, an amnesiac dumbass that lost his mind to his own curiosity. The Dark Sea will consume him, and he will become nothing but another story to tell of a lost soul who was swept away into history.

The man feels the sanity of his mind receding once more. He grips his head, and sighs.

The small moment of clarity is hidden away. No one takes a second glance at them in the morning when he gives the crewmates a friendly wave with a bandaged hand.

[talesfromawannabejournalist]

The babysitter

It was quiet in the castle’s garden, bioluminescent flowers blooming under the makeshift moon of Hell. Most of the creatures residing there fast asleep. On a granite bench sat the royal couple as they were trapped in a locked gaze neither daring to pull apart. Their hands intertwined with one another. Slowly Adam bent his down with closed eyes and puckered lips. Lucifer followed the steps, but just as they were inches away from each other’s lips the sound of a window shattering caused the two to look away and towards the origin of it. Two young but loud voices could be heard from the other side of the window “Nice going Able you busted another one!” “It wasn’t my fault Cain! You threw the ball too fast!” Adam rolled his eyes as their boys continued their little squabble. Lucifer only chuckled and shook his head, “boys will be boys, now where were we?” They tried to kiss again only to hear yet another fight again. “You’re dead you tiny pipsqueak!” “Not if I tell mama on you first!” Adam sighed feeling a migraine coming on, he tuned away from his husband and put his head in his hands. “Two boys, one house…so much breakable expensive furniture. What are we going to do?” Lucifer frowned putting an arm around his husband’s waist drawing him into his lap.

“My love I’m actually becoming more concerned with you at the moment, I think the stress of our boys is finally getting to you. I haven’t even seen you write any music in over a month due to their incessant squabbles.” Adam placed a hand on Lucifer’s cheek and gave him a small smile. “It’s ok sweetheart, my music can wait as their mother it’s my job to look after them first and utmost.” “But you are also my queen, and it is MY job to make you and our family comfortable to give you anything you want and more than you could ever need. So I will find a way to correct this behavior.” A loud crash came from inside the manor as the door that led to the garden ripped open revealing two disheveled children. “Mom before he says anything to you,” “Mama look what Cain did to me”

“ITS HIS FAULT!!!” The toy boys said pointing at the other I’m blame. —

Deep within Lucifer’s workshop the demon king is hard at work with his latest creations. With one final button sewn into place Lucifer was finished. Gently he pricked one of his fingers with his sharp fangs and let one drop of golden blood fall onto each of the dolls. He placed the dolls on his desk and watched with silent joy as the dolls were suddenly brought to life. Now though they weren’t so little anymore as they stood up. Just then the doors to his office opened up and Adam came in holding two bickering demon boys under both his arms and looking completely done with the both of them. “Ah right on time my queen.”

“Ok, what is it that you wanted to show us? Because if this is one of your latest toys, I really don’t think I want to do this right now." Adam groused, Lucifer chuckled and stepped forward both hands behind his back holding on to something, or somethings in this case. Adam put the now quiet brothers down as they both were now interested in what their father had for them. "Ok boys close your eyes and when I count to three open them." The princes did as they were told.

"One, two, THREE!" When they opened their eyes, they gasped in amazement at the sight of the two new demons in front of them. Both had little tuxes on with red fur while one had a lighter shade to it. "These little guys my sweet boys are your new friends. They're here to play with you, watch over you when your mama and I can't, to help keep you out of trouble, and also distracting you from the other." Lucifer said muttering to himself on that last part.

With that he brought the little demons closer to his boys and watched in glee as they each chose a demon. Abel chose the one with darker shade in fur while his brother chose the one with goatlike eyes. With that they both took off wanting to play with their new friends. Adam looked immediately relieved as he slouched. He had been dealing with the boys all morning and they had absolutely drained him. The first man yelped as Lucifer took him into his arms and dipped him.

"Now then my love, I believe you and I have a date."

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 3: The stand-off

||The Prophecy Series||

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: After episode 4 of season 10 "Paper Moon"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

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I pull out my gun and point it at the woman in front of me. Sam does the same. She doesn't even flinch. She stands motionless and expressionless in front of us. "Not now, obviously!" The annoyance in her voice is evident. "At least, now I know which one I'm supposed to kill…" She mutters. She is looking at my arm. The right sleeve of my shirt is now to my elbow, revealing the red mark there. "... and which one is going to kill me…" She looks at Sammy. "Not now… like I said." I hesitate for a moment but slowly lower my weapon. "Dean! What are you doing?" Sam hisses at me. "Well, she insists that she is not going to kill me now. At least, let's hear what she has to say." I say to my brother. Then I turn to the woman in front of us. "So, you know what this is?" I point to my arm. "Yes, I do." She replies with a well trained emotionless voice. She waits for a while and when she sees that we are expecting a clarification, she continues.  "This is The Mark of Cain. It turned Cain himself into a demon. I suspect, at some point, it will do the same to you. It will turn you into an unstoppable dark monster, only I can kill…" The last part sounded like a well memorized phrase, a one that was repeated over and over again. "What is that supposed to mean?" Sam asks impatiently. "I will explain everything when we go back to the bunker. But right now, I need you to go grab my car." "What do you mean, go back to the bunker?" Sam asks. "We are not going to grab your car!" I exclaim. She looks first at Sam, then at me, takes a deep breath, and suppresses her obvious annoyance.

"I need you two, to go and get my car." I repeat slowly. "It can not sit there for anyone to stumble upon it. It's kind of unsafe to leave it there. Someone might try to take it and… Well It's not exactly safe to try to do that. I can not go further. Like I said earlier, there is something wrong with your bunker. As you know, those things are running partially on magic, so it has bound me to itself and until it's fixed, I can not go further than 64 kilometers from it. That was what the nose bleeding was all about." The Winchesters look at me with confusion and disbelief. "I'm not going anywhere. Believe me. I can't. Even if I want to." Sam is still pointing his gun on me. "I'm not leaving you out of my sight!" He declares. "You can disarm me, if it will make you feel better." They exchange looks, realizing that I still have all my weapons. And, I hope, they appreciate the fact that I have not attempted to use them. Dean starts walking to me. "I have a gun on my waistband," I start "and a knife, another three throwing knives in my right boot and a dagger in my hair. The keys to my car are in my left pocket."

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He takes the gun from the holster in the back of my jeans and looks at me, realizing that my hand was only centimeters away from it this entire time. Then he takes the knife next to it. And those from my boot. I'm not attached to the gun, but with every knife he takes, I feel more and more exposed and naked.  It's a strange feeling.  I'm not at all defenseless without them but my blades are not just weapons for me.  He checks me for other hidden weapons and when he reaches for my hair to take the dagger I told him I have there, he looks at me with confusion. "May I?" I offer. He makes a gesture for me to pull it out myself and takes a step back. No one has said a word since he started the task of disarming me.

I slowly lift my right hand to my hair and reach for the top of my Dutch braid where a blue pin is nudged in. I pull out the small dagger from there. What seems to be just a hairpin being actually the hilt of the dagger. With one move, I rotate it in my hand so I'm holding the blade, and offer the handle to Dean. And when he takes the last knife from me, I resume my posture with my hands clasped behind my back. "So… you like blades." he chuckles. I barely suppress my smile. He had realized that I'm not a threat to them. At least not at the moment. And he is turning on the charm. He is a player and he does the flirting without even realizing it… He is going to be а trouble. I can see how he can go under my skin really quickly. Keeping him away will be a very hard task but I'll have to do it as long as I can. "We are still not leaving her alone here!" "Ok… listen…" My patience is running out. "Like I said, I'm working for The Order…" They haven't heard about The Order… Great… "It is like the next-level Man of Letters kind of organization… I'm not here to harm you… I promise!" "You expect us to believe you?! You just threatened to kill my brother!" "For God sake! Not now! There is this prophecy that I'm going to stop a monster! And since this happened… I assume it will be your brother! But he is not a monster yet! Right!?" This is getting really frustrating… "I'm completely disarmed… And… If it is going to make you feel better… According to that same prophecy… You are going to kill me… So… Go get that car already!" "We obviously need to get the car! Do you have a better idea?" Dean grunts. "In fact, I do." Sam says not looking away from me even for a second. "Call Garth. Make him meet you at the cabin and take that damn car." "I call him?! No no no, if someone is staying with her, it's me!" "She threatened to kill you! If anyone is going, it's you!" "Sam is right." I try to stop their argument.  Fucking man… Why are they always being such drama queens! Go get the car before someone blows themselves up trying to steal it.  "I can not kill him. I'm not planning to try, but I literally can not." "Where is all of this coming from, actually?" Dean asks. "Like I said - a prophecy…" "A prophecy!? You are kidding me! Really!" "Yes really. And I can assure you, it is real. And I will tell you all I can about it, after we are back in the bunker." He rolls his eyes, looks at his brother's determined expression and pulls his phone, going back to the Impala.

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Sam is pacing, 10 meters in front of me. I'm standing still, not moving even a muscle. "So… a prophecy, huh?" "Yes." "And the bunker is broken?" "Yes." "And it bound you to itself?" "Yes." "And you can fix it?" "Yes. Duct tape or WD-40." I snark. "What?" "Nevermind! It was an engineering joke."

After almost an hour, we hear the Impala coming back and I recognize the sound of my Jeep. Earlier, I had to authorize the opening of the car's door and the start of the engine with a fingerprint, through my phone. Soon we see the two cars emerge from behind a curve on the road, followed by a third one. Garth's ride back, I suppose. When the cars stop, a tall skinny guy hops from the Jeep, looks at me and yells "Awesome ride you have there!" and he goes to the last car and leaves. Dean looks at me.  "Had she even moved?" He wonders out loud. "Not an inch." "Let's go!" Sam points with his gun for me to go to the driver side of my Jeep so I do so. The painkillers are starting to wear off. And the pain in my abdomen is getting stronger and stronger. I grit my teeth while I'm climbing into the driver's side. The Winchester brothers are quietly arguing for a moment and then Dean storms back to the Impala and Sam sits in the passenger seat next to me. He is still holding his gun pointed at me. And I'm starting to get tired of this.

Chapter 4: The Order >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[nerdy-spooks]

Werewolf Edgar Frog Au Part 2. The Killing Moon.

Alright Part Two is finally here! I hope you all enjoy, it's not fully proof read so their might be some errors I apologize- Anyway enjoy ☺️ And yes Edgar's werewolf Form is supposed to look like The 2010 Wolfman but more Brown obviously.

Edgar Finally Came back to his Senses upon Alan Tapping his Shoulder, Edgar swiftly Turning to look to his brother, Alan's expression was that of concern Brows knit in concern as he bit his lower lip, finally Edgar spoke. "Sorry, My Mind was Wandering." Edgar mumbled as he turned his attention to the shop entrance watching people go past. Alan Sighed as he looked at Edgar. "You've been different since that Night you know, I mean we both are- it was rather traumatic...But you're behavior really has been off.." Alan mumbled the last part, Edgar turned back to his brother swiftly slamming his hand on the counter.

"You Keep saying that! I've been hearing that all week- I mean we almost died! My arm was sliced open by some wild dog- thing-" Edgar huffed, He'd always had a short temper and short patience but Alan noticed that it seemed even worse now.

Alan just looked away avoiding his brothers firey gaze, he didn't mean to upset Edgar of course, he just was worried about his brother. It was Sunset now, Most families leaving the boardwalk, leaving it to the young and Wild crowd. Edgar Groaned as he rans his finger's through his messy fluff of hair, he'd had a horrible headache since the previous day. He sighed as he looked to Alan.

"I've got the Worse Headache I've ever had in my life...it's been driving me nuts since yesterday." He Groaned. Alan nodded silently in acknowledgement before finally speaking. "You can head home, I'm sure mom and dad wouldn't mind- I mean not that they would know, their stoned out their mind's." Alan Sighed as he gestured to his parents who were leaned up against one another passed out. Edgar Nodded. "Yeah I guess I could, I suppose Soldiers need rest from time to time." Edgar dusted himself off as he grabbed his bookbag turning to Alan.

"Well, I guess I'll be off then. I'll see you at home." Alan nodded. "Mhm. Just call if you need anything, And Don't be Stubborn about it." Alan crossed his arms with a serious expression but Edgar merely rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Yeah I'll let you know if I need anything." He smirked slightly as he turned leaving heading out the shop grabbing his bike, On The Way out he Almost Bumped into a Group of Blondes and A Single brunette who had to be wearing the most ridiculous clothes Edgar had ever seen, he rolled his eyes at them and hopped onto his bike as he began peddling off, Edgar got home quick since his family's home was pretty close by his families comics shop.

Edgar Headed upstairs into his and Alan's Room, The Two Had Always Shared a Room since they were babies, The Two Frogs always stuck close no matter what, Edgar opened the door then closed as he Groaned setting his bag down on the dresser. Walking over to his bed he plopped down grabbing the comic that he left on his bed, He scoffed upon seeing what the Comic was. "Tch, The 1941 Wolfman. The movie is better than this adaptation." Edgar mumbled as he threw the comic to the floor closing his eyes. His headache only got worse it was annoying him but soon became Agonizing too Agonizing, Edgar Groaned as A dull pulsing pain crept up his body, slowly consuming him. increasing in intensity every second. The Full Moon had Risen in the Sky Glowing Brightly almost Agonizing bright to Edgar's eyes. He was Panicking, What was this pain? why was it happening?

The pain soon become unbearable. What if there was no end to this pain? Edgar wasn't sure, as he cried out in agony, Edgar gripped at his hair as he collapsed onto his side writhing in agony He Felt His Bone's shifting and changing, Edgar Clawed at His sides Tearing at his Flannel, Long Sharp claws had formed, Edgar Screamed again, Blood began to leak from his mouth as his jaw changed and as fangs, deadly Razor Sharp Caine's grew.

The pain in his body flared once more and every muscle in his body tensed up, How Could this pain be real? It was so unimaginable to him, Surely it was a nightmare, Surely he'd be Awoken By Alan Soon Right? No, No he would not be for This was real Pain that Edgar was experiencing, The Pain of becoming something horrendous, Something he would never have wanted.

Edgar's Body had rapidly Changed despite how quick it was it felt Agonizing long, He laid there unable to move the only sounds coming from Edgar was small Whimpers from the pain, He laid their on the Ground trembling like a newborn deer, His Mind filled with only one thought. Help he wanted help- he was scared he just wanted comfort, he needed help, that was the last Thoughts Edgar had as him mind slipped to Black, becoming feral and inhumane in nature.

Alan had Been sitting on the counter reading a comic, Despite getting no calls from Edgar something in the back of his mind was screaming at him that something was Wrong, Horribly Wrong. Call is a siblings intuition but he knew something was up, Alan turned to look at his parents and he Sighed, he hopped off the counter setting the comic down as he walked out the shop heading to his bike, once on he Rode Home Rather quick.

Upon making it home he parked his bike and took out the extra house keys opening the door, Upon opening and stepping inside he noticed it was eerily quiet....That Was Odd, Perhaps Edgar had fallen asleep, usually he'd be watching Rambo or M.A.S.H Or Those Cheesey Super Hero Movies.

"Edgar! You Up?!" Alan Called, Sure shouting wasn't a Good idea because he could wake Edgar up but still, He just wanted to know, just as Alan Took a Step forward to head up the Stairs he was swiftly tackled. Alan Gasped as he had the wind knocked out of him, His eyes widened in panic, Standing above him was a A Odd Combination of a Man and a Wolf, It was Huge, The Creature had to be at least 6,7- it was furry brown with Razor Sharp canine's and Glowing yellow eyes, Torn clothes and....A Red Bandana, Alan's heart sunk. "Edgar....?" Alan spoke almost in a whisper as he began trembling, However the Beast ignored his Words ad it Growled Pinning Alan to the Ground by his shoulders. Alan Screamed in terror as The Werewolf Raised it's Clawed Hand Ready to Strike. Alan had tears in his eyes as he Screamed closing his eyes shut. "Edgar!" Alan Screamed in Anguish just as the creature struck.

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Alright! That was Part Two! Certainly Much More writing this time, I hoped you all loved it! Just ask to be tagged and I'll do it, I want to thank you all for the positive reception this has gotten since it was just some silly Au I made back in middle school back in like 2017, so it's cool to see people liking my creation ☺️ do thank you 💕

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Werewolf Buffy Verses

Werewolf Buffy Wolf Pack AU Verse

A large wildfire reunites Buffy with her older sister, Kristen (Ramsey), since she disappeared years ago. Buffy learns that Kristen is not only a werewolf, but she has two nephews and one niece: twins Harlan and Luna and their brother, Baron. All three werewolves, too. Apparently, during a fire eighteen years ago, Kristen had been separated from her children. Harlan and Luna were found and raised by Garrett Briggs and Baron was believed to be dead. Working as arson investigators, Kristen and Buffy manage to find Harlan and Luna and also, not only is Baron alive, but he is trapped in werewolf form and has no idea how to control it. He'd managed to kill people he believed to be threatening his pack and turned two other teenagers: Everett and Blake.

One night, Kristen and Buffy find out that Baron had been stabbed with silver and rushed to the hospital. A firefighter uses Baron to lure Kristen out of the shadows so he could kill her. Garrett and Buffy come to her rescue and they incapacitate the firefighter. After healing Baron, Kristen reveals to Garrett that she wants her family back. At first he thinks that Kristen wants to take Harlan and Luna away from him, but Kristen tells Garrett that he's been a good father to them and she needs him to help her protect "our children," but not as a human. Before Garrett can object, Baron bites and turns him. Buffy is about to leave and go back to her own life, but as she says goodbye to Kristen, Kristen tells her that when she said she wanted her family back, that included Buffy, too and then Baron turns her along with Garrett.

Werewolf Buffy Vampire Diaries AU Verse

Like the regular verse, it's been three years since Sunnydale was destroyed and the Gilberts are the only living family Buffy and Dawn have left. Dawn goes to Whitmore to be closer to them and Jenna has Buffy move in with her and Jeremy and Elena after Miranda and Grayson die. A couple weeks before her cousins' death, *Buffy had to travel 200 years into the future to fight and kill Dark Willow. What she doesn't know is that **the Summers/Sommers family line carries the werewolf gene and although it was 200 years ahead, killing Dark Willow activated Buffy's gene. Of course, Buffy didn't know about this until the full moon after moving to Mystic Falls

Werewolf Buffy The Originals AU Verse

New Orleans has been without a slayer for way too long. Given its Hellmouth-y reputation, rather than send one of her slayers or Scoobies, Buffy decides to go herself. On her first night, Buffy saves Hayley Marshall from being taken by Marcel's lackeys and then both are saved by Rebekah. Buffy befriends the two girls after hearing the situation they and the rest of the Mikaelsons are in, however, this drags her into the family's drama by proxy. The benefit of the situation, though, is that when Klaus takes back the Mikaelson Compound, Hayley's insistence, Buffy moves in with them. Klaus agrees to it, thinking that an alliance with her would be beneficial. At times, Buffy would go with Hayley to the Bayou to visit the Crescents. One day, while they were still cursed and in wolf form, ***Cain, a poacher Buffy went toe-to-toe with back in Sunnydale, shows up. He recognized Buffy. After a brief verbal sparring, Buffy demands that he leave, but instead, he laughs in her face and aims his gun at Jackson. At the last minute, Buffy is able to stop him, by bending the nozzle of the gun upwards. However, she bends it back too far and too fast and Cain winds up shooting himself in the face. Even though Cain pulled the trigger, Buffy still feels guilty and to top it off, her family has the werewolf gene and this was enough to trigger it. However, she doesn't know about any of this until a month later when she goes with Hayley to see if the cure for the Crescents worked. It does, however, this is when Buffy starts turning for the first time. So, while Crescents celebrate their curse being lifted, Buffy if coming to terms with what she is and how to live with it.

* Based on season 8 of the Buffy graphic novel

**Dovetailed from @apex-royalty 's verse

***From Buffy season 2, episode 15: "Phases"

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PICADILLY LILIES — Bill Guarnere

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IN ALDBOURNE the civilians were tickled pink to see the boys, and you and Bill were happy as hell to be alive. After D-Day, the flow of patients increased, and your position as a nurse was revised. Your ‘relative’ rank changed into a ‘full commissioned’ status. Moreover, you and the girls had to cope with inadequate supplies and lack of adapted Theater clothing. Nurses came under fire, others were taken prisoner, and many had narrow escapes. Deaths were unavoidable. The Army Nurse Corps worked closer to the front lines than they had ever before. The war was your personal paralysis demon, and it terrified you. 

You and Bill planned to use your seven-day passes as if they were your last.

“Two hundred green ones,” Bill said, counting his handful. “This is more than a South Philly kid has ever had in his hands.”

You pinned his ribbons and medals to his new uniform. “What are you gonna do with it?”

He folded the bills and tucked them into his breast pocket. “Send most of it back to my ma.” He shook his head. “Jesus, I miss makin’ ravioli with her.” 

“You don’t tell me enough stories about her.”

“Stories, stories.” He rocked his head side to side. “I dunno how to tell ya enough.”

You pouted your lips. You loved his stories as much as the boys. They helped distract you from the memories on the line, and kept your affection for him as strong as the moon’s light in darkness.

“Alright, cookie,” he said, softening. “You ever hear of Sophie Turner? Mom is like her; big, short, and plump. She sings and smokes. An absolute angel. I’d make a quarter from selling coffee for a nickel a piece, give it to mom, and she got so excited. She’d go play the numbers with it, and hope to double it.”

Smiling, you finished with his decorations and grasped his tie to pull yourself against him. He drew in a breath. You angled your head back to meet his eyes. His pupils had dilated. Your touch always disarmed him. “Think I’ll get to meet her someday?” You asked.

“Are you kiddin’? That ain’t even a question. Hasn’t been since I met you.”

“You mean that?”

He raised his brow. “You take me for a kidder?”

“I wouldn’t want her to dislike me.”

“Hell, if she don’t I’ll run away to the sticks with ya.” Bill gripped your hips. “But I doubt she’ll raise an eyebrow when she sees you.”

You reached your arms around his neck, balancing on your toes, and fit your lips to the crook of his neck. “I adore that you already think ahead for us,” you murmured. Your warm breath caused goosebumps to prickle along his skin.

He embraced you in a strapping hold, molding you against him. Both of your uniform decorations pressed uncomfortably to your bodies, but neither of you minded. It was more of a stimulation. Tighter, so I can feel how painfully you love me. “Nothin’ keeps more me more sane.” He loosened his hold, letting you fully stand back on your feet. His hands rested on your neck and he rubbed his thumb along your jaw. He leaned down, and you closed your eyes, lips parted and willing. He pressed his mouth to yours, hotter than a glowing cigarette, as if he needed a part of you to breathe himself. It was deep and impatient enough that you both felt each other’s teeth.

You always hated it when he pulled away, but you reminded yourself you had the next seven days with him to eat each other alive.

He said, “Let’s go raise hell.”

In London, everyone knew the boys were just in combat. They knew they killed people, and the Londoners expressed their fear almost as proudly as their opinion on tea. No one messed with the boys.

However...

Americans made three or four more times the pay than the English soldiers did, plus the extra fifty bucks jump pay. Bill and the boys threw their money away at the pubs. They’d slap a ten on the bar, look like big spenders, and impress the girls. Most of the time those were the girls of the English soldiers, and because of that a fever of brawls broke out. You and the boys raised Cain in London.

You drank, danced, and laughed yourself dizzy with Bill. Like the boys with the British girls, you and Bill openly showcased your affections. Whether it be a hard hand gripping your rear, or pulling you onto his lap to satiate his need to taste the alcohol on your tongue.

On the last night of your pass, it was late and you and Bill couldn’t find a place to sleep.

“I’ll get us a place to sleep,” he said. He held your hand as the two of you ran the streets like forbidden, lovestruck high school sweethearts. He took you to a USO club, but there were no beds left.

“Watch this.” Bill went to the door. Breathless, you hid your grin behind your hand and tried not to let loose your drunken giggles. He yelled, “Fire!”

Everyone burst out as if hell was on their heels, and Bill snagged your hand and slipped inside with you. You squeaked as he swiftly scooped you into his arms like a new bride. Drunk as sixteen skunks, you pried your heels off with your toes, and indulged in messy, salacious kisses with Bill. Despite having as many drinks as you both did, tasting each other made you more dizzily intoxicated.

He collapsed onto a bed, his weight pinning you. You started to desperately remove each other’s clothes, and Bill slinked down to kiss your legs, but stopped when you made a frustrated whine. He looked up to you. “Whassamatter?”

Face mangled with childlike sadness, you said, “I can’t undo my buttons. I’m stuck.”

“Lemme give it a go.” Bill climbed up to you and fumbled with the buttons on your uniform jacket. He acted as if the buttons were as slippery as a bar of soap. “Fuckin’, fuckin...shoot my ass and call me Betty! God damn!” He fell onto you in defeat, and your laughter brought tears to your eyes. 

It took you a while to calm down and catch your breath, but Bill didn’t mind. With your arms around him, he loved feeling the vibrations from your body and listening to your laugh. If there was anything he’d actually get more drunk on, it was your happiness. He snaked his arms around your backside and nuzzled your chest with his cheek. “Let’s just stay here,” he said sleepily. “I don’t ever wanna to move.”

You stroked your fingertips along his face, lulling him to slumber. I wish we could, you thought. We got war waiting. You tried to keep your eyes open to prolong this nightlife, but you were too at peace. Bill’s little snores betrayed your attempt, and you fell asleep.

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The Sin-Eater: Shirou Playlist

I give easement and rest now to thee, dear man. Come not down the lanes or our meadows. And for thy peace I pawn my own soul. Amen. - Prayer of the Sin-Eater

A mix for the gentleman criminal with a martyr complex.

Dei Gratia (Kamelot)

Sub sole nihil novi est Ad aspera per aspera Quairite primum regnum dei Antebellum memento mori

Sing Along (The Peculiar Pretzelmen)

I'm better at goodbye than just ever being good You know I'd saw off my own leg just to spite my better foot I got a satchel full of sorrows and I've carried my share of crosses And I'm not exactly proud of the times I've cut my losses.

I Should Fly (Vermillion Lies)

I've been thinking for a while that I should fly Tired of walking on my feet The branches are low and the ground is hard And the view is much nicer from the sky From up in the sky, they're just people But from here, they're liars, cheaters, and thieves

Broken (Shadow Gallery)

I feel so lost and so alone in this room tonight Is nothing ever going to change? I've lost my way, I need somebody to help me write out my next page Where I ride into the sunset, I wait for the dawn I might have been a hero, a king and not just a pawn

Shiny Things (Tom Waits)

Leave me alone, you big ole moon The light you cast is just a liar You're like the crows, 'cause if it glows You're dressed to go, you guessed I know You'll always cling to shiny things

The Bullet (Devil Makes Three)

Well, he opened up a shop at the age of nineteen Stealing anything the eye could see Said, "gather 'round you people, anything you need I'll put my name down on the ledger, you put the word out on the streets."

The Helm of Ned Kelley (Blackbird Raum)

Like a fist clutching bread just to hoard and withhold Like the grain that they locked in the silo We'll be eating soup of stone 'til what we grow is what we own,  But we won't steal from the land what's freely given Tear up the deeds to the land, throw the debts into the furnace,  Debts to God to the banks and to the landlord

Heroes Dress in Black (Blues Saraceno)

Well, I know my soul is on fire As I turn this withered shade of grey And I find on my way to death and happiness That my heroes dress in black So I pray to my God for salvation As I suffer these wicked outlaw ways And I turn to those I pass upon my reckoning ‘Cause my heroes, my heroes dress in black

God's Gonna Cut You Down (Johnny Cash)

Well, you may throw your rock Hide your hand Work in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What is done in the dark shall be brought to the light

Black Soul Choir (16 Horsepower)

I will forgive your wrongs I am Abel But for my own, I feel great shame I would offer a brick to your head, boy If I were Cain

White Noise (Murder By Death)

Meet me in the valley See me pass on the street Find me in the garden Flowers trampled ‘neath my feet You’ve heard the stories of me You know what I can do I take the embers of man’s anger And there’s nothing I can’t spin them into

Cloth (Strawfoot)

I am a man of cloth, but not without my sin I hear the devil’s knock, I always let him in Temptation is my left hand, salvation is my right I wander through the darkness, but I always bring the light

The World is Not My Home, Sir (Reverend Glasseye)

And if my countrymen be brothers They’ll sing of me your deeds They’ll sing to me in joyous tones And in my time of need And one day you will find me And when at last He comes I’ll tell you of my secret That the world is not my home

Lord, I Seen Evil! (Flip Cassidy and the Junkyard Gospel)

There's a lock that's made of gold on Heaven's gate Oh, there's a lock that's made of gold on Heaven's gate If I'm lucky I could pick it Slide on by without no ticket Well, there's a lock that's made of gold on Heaven's gate

Hang 'Em High (Nick Nolan)

I've been running since I was born without anywhere to go Trading shots with the Devil himself and handing in my soul I won't go down without a fight 'cause I know I'm gonna die

Against the Tide (Celldweller)

Another storm you're left to fight alone I'm sorry son, you're reaping what you've sown Under the waves and sinking like a stone Remember, son, you're reaping what you've sown

No Roses (The Builders and the Butchers)

I was born in a flood of tears, my parents much to late in years My daddy was once a good boy, but he got lost in the dust Ain't no roses on my grave, put me in the cold, cold ground Meet me in the morning, and watch as the winter rain comes pouring down