#do you like your mom? her normal attack is two attacks at full power

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Fertility

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a Dean Winchester x immortal demigoddess wife reader that is the daughter of whatever god or goddess and she is not a hunter just a normal girl that make Dean and Sam immortal with her magic and everyone in the hunting community know her as Dean innocent wife and she don’t cared about that, she is pregnant with Dean baby and know she is walking to the kitchen with Dean shirt and boxer because is comfortable and perfect for her pregnancy belly and him just loved. happy ending with a lot of fluff, kisses, and possible smut. 

Summary: You want Dean to meet your mother, the Goddess of fertility, love, beauty, and pleasure. Only problem? She lives in Egypt and Dean hates flying.

Square Filled: Delphinium for @spnonewordbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Man, this Bunker really does have everything about everything. This small library has vast knowledge about virtually every single monster there is and has ever been. Some of them are extinct but it’s still good to know about them just in case. You’ve come to learn that anything can happen in the hunting life.

You flip through the pages of a lore book about Egyptian Gods and Goddesses when you come across one that makes your heart soar and a smile spreads across your face. You run your finger delicately down the page and stare at the Goddess trapped inside the book.

“Hi, mom,” you whisper.

Your mother is Hathor, the Egyptian Goddess of fertility, love, beauty, and pleasure. She is the protector of women, and she does a helluva job of it. You’re a demigoddess with only half of her powers, but you’re still like her in so many ways. Not only are you immortal, but you have the power to fight well in any hand-to-hand combat, mental manipulation, and mental torture. Your mother does it a lot better than you can, but you’ve done a good job at practicing over the centuries.

She offered you a place by her side in Egypt where she currently resides but you wanted to see the world and explore it on your own. You wanted to make your own adventures instead of being the shadow in hers. It’s a damn good thing you listened to your gut because you wouldn’t have met Sam and Winchester otherwise.

The first thing you did when you came to the United States was save a woman from being attacked by a man. This man wasn’t to exert his power over her by forcing her into doing things she didn’t want to do, and you put an end to it immediately. She got her revenge just like the thousands of other women you’ve saved from having the same fate. Saving women and torturing men has gotten you this far in life and you don’t plan on stopping, not within the next few centuries, at least.

The biggest thing you gained from your Mother is the power of fertility. You can’t count how many women you’ve come across who want to have children but can’t. They don’t know how it happens, but they wake up one day and realize they’re pregnant. Your powers have only been used for good and you don’t plan on stopping any time soon.

You just love bringing life into the world just like your mom.

The bar was in full swing, and you’re at the bar sipping your drink and watching everyone. You never know when someone is going to need you. There was a couple at the dart boards who were arguing over the point system. You kept an eye on them just in case you might need to jump in.

The bell above the front door rang as two people walked in. The shorter of the two made eye contact with you and it was as if time stopped. Because your mother is the Goddess of Beauty, you’re naturally flawless. Even if you’re not someone’s type, you’re beautiful to them.

“Drinking alone?” he asked when he approached you.

“Not if you sit down and drink with me,” you flirted.

“Sammy, be somewhere else,” the man said and sat next to you. The taller one rolled his eyes and left the bar counter. “I’m Dean.”

“Y/N. Sammy your brother?”

“Yeah.”

“Younger or older?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re older. You have that energy about you, which means you’re just my type. I like them older.”

You were not about to tell him that you were centuries older than him.

You and Dean hit it off that night and not because he took you back to his room. That night also was the night you learned they are hunters. You saw the weapons in their bags and made a deduction paired with the fact that he had an Anti-Posession Tattoo on his chest. There was no time beating around the bush so you told both of them who you were, who your mother is, and the fact that you’re immortal. Dean didn’t care so that’s how you started seeing the eldest Winchester.

You’re not a hunter. You have no desire to be a hunter. You just help people where you can but instead of monsters, it’s humans. After a few years of being with them, you made both of them immortal per their request. You don’t make anyone immortal without their consent, and the brothers had plenty of time to think if they wanted this or not. You have the ability to take it away, but the years will catch up to the person immediately. That usually means death.

Still, you’re happy with the family you’ve made and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

You close the book on Egyptian Gods and Goddesses before getting up. You place a hand on your swollen belly and pat the area where you know your child can feel it. Once he gets old enough, he’ll be able to choose if he wants to be immortal or not. After he turns eighteen, of course, and you’d do it for him.

You’re wearing one of Dean’s shirts since they are so comfortable so when he sees you enter the kitchen, he grins. He even has your favorite flowers on display on the table. Such a gentleman.

“Damn, just when I think you can’t get more beautiful, you walk in wearing that.”

“Good morning to you, too,” you greet. He kisses you quickly and bends down to kiss your stomach. “I want to take a trip with you.”

“Where?”

“I want you to meet my mother.”

“You want me to meet an Egyptian Goddess?”

“Yeah. She’s really sweet. I think you’d love her, and I know she’d love you.”

“I guess that’ll be okay.”

“We have to fly there. She’s in Egypt, naturally.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” he says in a quiet voice.

“Are you sure? I know you hate flying.” He nods without saying anything, and you grab his face so he’s forced to look at you. “I can ask her to come here, but I don’t think she’ll take well to leaving Egypt. She has her own business that she won’t part from.”

“I’ll be okay.”

You lean up and kiss him quickly.

“I’d like to go before I get too pregnant to fly.”

The gears in Dean’s head turn as he thinks of a solution that will benefit you both.

“Why don’t we visit her until after the baby is born? That way she can meet him, too.”

“You just don’t want to fly. You’re pushing this as far as you can, aren’t you?” you chuckle.

“Sweetheart, I can’t help it. They’re dangerous.”

“You’re a big baby, you know that?”

You leave his side and sit down at the kitchen table so he can finish cooking in peace.

“I promise we can go after he is born. I really would love to meet the woman who made you.”

“Maybe afterward, we can meet your mom!” you gasp. “I can get us into Heaven. I know a God.”

“One parent at a time,” Dean chuckles and plates the food.

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[dragonanon]

can you do a chapter based on your Death!Reader and God!Brother hcs where Death wakes up from her sleep and goes to Heaven to check up on her brother's children and everyone is obviously terrified of her?

Hmmm…I’m not typically one to do requests because the urge to write is so sporadic and random for me. BUT I have been thinking about the initial confrontation in Heaven for a while now, so here are some head cannons for that. >w>

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- It’s a typical perfect day in Heaven…Until it isn’t. Having seen what had become of your realm and learning Heaven was to blame for it, you’re on your way to rip someone a new asshole.

- Screams erupt from the Angels as the ground begins to shake and the bright sky darkens. Sera and Emily rush out just in time to join the Angels in watching in abject terror as a massive pool of darkness forms on the ground, and from it slowly rises a menacing figure.

- The figure is massive, and it only continues to rise until even the tallest building barely reaches its hips. Its six long horns twist and arch toward the sky, only making the figure appear even taller. Upon reaching its full height, the figure spreads its six mighty wings, each one sporting a menacingly sharp claw and all as shrouded in darkness as the rest of the figure.

- As its wings blot out the sun further, the figure opens its many blazing white eyes; two where you’d normally expect to see eyes, a third in the center of its forehead, and dozens more scattered across its wings and body.

- Sera lost all color as soon as she saw the figure rising, and somehow lost even MORE color when the figure opened all of its eyes. She looks like she shit herself, and Emily is panicking, trying desperately to get Sera to tell her what’s going on; she’s never seen the older Seraph look so terrified.

- With this unimaginably imposing figure now looming over Heaven, Adam decides this is the PERFECT time to attack, having been dumb enough to think this was a Demon attacking Heaven.

- The exorcists fly up towards the figure, ready to attack. This only angers the figure further however, and with a rumble that shakes the ground itself, the figure merely flaps its wings; creating a gust of wind so powerful it knocks all the exorcists back onto the ground.

- It’s at this point Sera FINALLY snaps out of it, rushing to Adam in mad panic and damn nearly strangling him while telling him to call off the exorcists. Which he does, albeit with some reluctance.

- This doesn’t stop him from asking Sera what gives, and her response is “Adam you absolute fucking fool, that is DEATH!”

- Now it’s Adam’s turn to look like he shit himself. “Death? As in, “the big man himself’s younger sister” Death?? As in, “the baddest bitch you’ve EVER seen, but can kill ANYTHING by just touching it” Death??? THAT fucking Death????” Ignoring that last statement, Sera’s frantic nodding in confirmation confirms to Adam that he has indeed fucked up. Big time. Adam then proceeds to lose all color in his face and practically cowers behind Sera as she cautiously approaches you, mentally preparing herself to be reaped on the spot.

- Back to your perspective however, you’re fucking PISSED. So pissed that you don’t even notice or stop to think that most of Heaven’s inhabitants likely have NO CLUE who you are, and are likely legitimately fearing for their lives. Meanwhile for all the older Angels and Angelic beings who’ve been alive long enough to have known you before you went to sleep, like Sera, they’re all still very much afraid, but it’s more in line with the “oh shit mom’s home early and she saw the mess we made in the kitchen, she’s gonna kill us!” kind of fear.

- The fact that they sent exorcists at you makes you even angrier. Like for starters, how fucking weak do they think you are that you could be stopped by just some low level Angelic beings with pointy sticks?? And then the audacity to even attack you to begin with, like THEY weren’t the ones who fucked up and you’re just some kind of strange intruder needing to be slain?? The INDIGNITY of it all!

- Your voice booms throughout Heaven, making even the ground tremble at the sheer intensity of it. “WHO DID IT?” You’re met with only silence, so you ask again with more force. “MY REALM IS A COMPLETE MESS WITH MILLIONS OF DISPLACED SOULS RIGHT NOW. SO AGAIN I ASK, WHICH ONE OF YOU FLAT FOOT CHILDREN DID THIS?!”

- Sera replies, voice trembling slightly. “Are…Are you talking about the exterminations? “IF THAT IS WHAT YOU’RE CALLING THIS MOCKERY OF MY WORK, THEN YES.” Sera looks visibly confused and concerned. “But…That SHOULDN’T be possible!…The exterminations KILL the Sinners; their souls should be gone, not stuck in Limbo! There has to be some kind of mistake here!”

- Hearing this, you can’t help but let out a brief but harsh cackle, making the ground jolt from the abruptness. “DEAR YOU HONESTLY THINK A SOUL COULD BE SO EASY TO DESTROY? A SOUL IS A POWERFUL THING FOR A REASON CHILD, IF THEY WERE SO EASILY DESTROYED THEN NONE OF YOU WOULD BE STANDING HERE BEFORE ME NOW!…SO ONCE AGAIN, WHO. DID. THIS?! AND SO HELP ME, IF I HAVE TO ASK AGAIN THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.”

- Whilst Sera is dumbfounded by this revelation, Adam sees a golden opportunity to save his ass and points at Sera. “I-It was her! Yeah it was all fucking HER idea! I-I tried to tell her it was stupid, b-but she just REALLY wanted to go down and kill those bast- Demons! Yeah she REALLY wanted to kill all those poor Demons, can ya fucking believe this shit?!”

- Before Sera can defend herself, the darkness seems to intensify, and she can just FEEL every one of your eyes glaring daggers into her. “SERA…YOU SIGNED OFF ON THIS?? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, I EXPECTED SO MUCH BETTER FROM YOU! I LEFT EXPLICIT INSTRUCTIONS FOR HEAVEN AND HELL TO WORK TOGETHER TO SORT SOULS FOR THIS VERY REASON! AND NOW BECAUSE OF THESE BARBARIC “EXTERMINATIONS”, YOU’VE COMPLETELY DESTROYED THE BALANCE I WORKED SO HARD TO CREATE AND MAINTAIN. I HOPE YOU’RE PROUD OF YOURSELF, BECAUSE I’M CERTAINLY NOT!”

- It’s a strange and mildly amusing sight to see the head seraph get scolded like a misbehaving child by this massive dark entity. But here we are anyway!

- At one point during the tongue lashing you’re giving to your niece, Emily buts in and asks for an explanation for what’s going on; having not heard Sera’s previous explanation to Adam apparently.

- Your temper flares for a brief moment, and you just about launched into another lecture at the little shit who DARED interrupt you. But upon seeing Emily, you softened considerably, seeing that she was young and TRULY didn’t understand what was happening.

- “AH…I APOLOGIZE DEAR, BUT I DON’T THINK I RECOGNIZE YOU…COME CLOSER LITTLE ONE SO I CAN SEE YOU.” You slowly crouch down and lower your hand, offering Emily to climb onto it. Emily is hesitant, obviously a bit scared of you. But Sera encourages her to go to you, she knows that you won’t hurt Emily and it’s high time she meets her aunt anyway.

- With the small seraph in hand, you stand back up to your full height and bring her closer to your face. Now FINALLY able to see her properly, you speak. “YOU’RE FAIRLY YOUNG FOR A SERAPH…YOU MUST’VE BEEN BORN DURING MY SLUMBER, AND IN THAT CASE I APOLOGIZE THIS HAD TO BE OUR FIRST MEETING. TELL ME, WHAT IS YOUR NAME CHILD?”

- Her voice trembling slightly, Emily tells you her name and then asks who you are and asks if you’re a seraph like her and Sera. The innocent question gets a genuine laugh out of you, and despite it shaking the ground it’s a lovely sound. “OH CHILD, I AM FAR FROM BEING A SERAPH. THOUGH I CAN SEE WHY YOU WOULD THINK THAT. YOU WERE ALL MADE IN MY IMAGE AFTER ALL.”

- Seeing the visible confusion on Emily’s face, you elaborated. “LONG AGO, YOUR FATHER WANTED TO SHOW HIS APPRECIATION OF ME. SO FOR HIS FIRST SENTIENT CREATIONS, THE SERAPHIM, HE BASED THEM ALL ON ME.” Emily looks surprised, and follows up by asking how you know God.

- You give another genuine laugh at her question. “SWEETY I’M HIS YOUNGER SISTER, I AM “DEATH”, THE GODDESS OF WELL…DEATH. BUT YOU CAN CALL ME “D” OR “AUNT D”, MOST OF YOUR SIBLINGS DO.” Emily’s mind is blown “Wait! YOU’RE aunt D?! Sera told me all kinds of stories about you before you went to sleep, like the time you got into an argument with Father over his invention of the “Snuggie”. I never thought I’d get to meet you!”

- “IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A BATHROBE YOU WORE BACKWARDS, AND I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE HE THOUGHT THAT WAS AT ALL CLEVER.” You huff, feeling amusement and mild irritation at that memory.

- “SPEAKING OF YOUR FATHER, WHERE IS HE?” Sera speaks up, having managed to recollect herself, and explains that no one has seen or heard a word from God since before you went to sleep.

- The irritated snarl that leaves your throat sounds like thunder and shakes the ground, making everyone tremble with fear. “THAT LAZY BASTARD HAD ONE FUCKING JOB, WATCH HIS DAMN KIDS, AND HE COULDN’T EVEN DO THAT?! NO WONDER THIS ALL HAPPENED THEN, HE LEFT YOU ALL UNSUPERVISED!”

- Bending over, you carefully set Emily down before standing back up. “I HATE TO CUT MY INTRODUCTION SHORT, BUT APPARENTLY I NEED TO GO AND HAVE A LITTLE CHAT WITH YOUR FATHER.” You stare pointedly at Sera and continue. “DON’T THINK THIS MEANS YOU’RE ENTIRELY OFF THE HOOK EITHER. WHILE YES, YOUR FATHER’S ABSENCE IS MOSTLY TO BLAME FOR THIS DEBACLE, YOU ALSO KNOW BETTER THAN TO DO SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS. WE WILL BE DISCUSSING THIS MORE ONCE I FINISH WITH YOUR FATHER, AND IF I COME BACK AND FIND OUT YOU HELD ANY MORE OF THESE “EXTERMINATIONS” I WILL TURN YOU INTO A HOLLOW! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” Looking at the ground, Sera nods and says “Yes Auntie D…”

- Satisfied with that response, you bid everyone farewell and slowly melt back into the ground, completely disappearing. Once you’re gone, the sunlight is back and it’s as if you were never there.

- Now the seraphim have to soothe the murmuring crowd while Sera starts attempting to get in contact with Lucifer to let him know that “Hey Aunt D found out about the exterminations and is NOT happy about it. She just got done yelling at me, and now she’s on her way to go read Father the riot act. Just warning you now because once she’s done with him, you’re probably gonna be next.”

- Lucifer receives the message and is now frantically trying to create peace offerings in hopes they’ll make you more amicable, while also preemptively planning his own funeral in case the peace offerings don’t work.

- Meanwhile in God’s palace, God is currently relaxing in an elaborate hot tub and watching American football on an absurdly large TV whilst drinking wine like it’s water. He’s pretty drunk and having a grand time yelling at the TV.

- His fun is interrupted through by you literally kicking in the door and storming in, you’ve shrunken down to your smaller size so all your features are actually visible now and not covered in darkness as you glare at your older brother with an intensity that could peel paint.

- God startled momentarily before seeing it’s you and giving you a dopey smile. He’s also in his smaller form, so that makes things slightly easier for you. “Ohhh heeeyyy Death!…You startled me thereee…It’zzzz beeen awhillle, huh?” You scoff at his slurred speech, in disbelief that he could be so drunk right now.

- “Yes, it HAS been awhile. Good to see that you still choose to spend your days getting completely wasted instead of tending to your children.” You answer tersely, and God rolls his eyes. “Zzstill the saaame old ssstuck up bitch…Tha kidzz are fahine Deee! Yyyoou should cohme haave ah drink wib meee.”

- You ignore God’s offer for a drink and cut right to the chase. “No, your kids are NOT fine! When was the last time you checked in on them?! Do you even know what they’re up to right now??!” God dismissively waves his hand and chugs more wine. “I juzzt checked on thhhem ah couple decades aghooo..They’rrre prohably makinnn neeewh liffe.”

- “God that is a load of shit, and you know it! I was JUST down in Heaven, and the seraphim told me that you haven’t seen or spoken to ANY of them since I left to take my nap eons ago! And furthermore, while you’ve been in here drinking the day away, your children have COMPLETELY destroyed the balance we created! They’ve been mass slaughtering Demons annually for millennia now, and Limbo is a complete disaster right now because of this!” Hearing this, God looks down at his bottle of whine, embarrassed, and mumbles an awkward “oh”.

- Silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment before God clears his throat and says. “Zzsooo…You’rrree NNOT gooing to drink wiff me?” At this you snap and snatch the wine bottle from God and chuck it at the TV, smashing the bottle and the TV. God shouts in anger but before he can ask you wtf that was for, you just lay into him. Calling him a deadbeat and pathetic excuse of a deity.

- “How can you just sit in here day after day, while your CHILDREN are out there causing such mayhem! Do you not love your children all??!” God is shouting back at you, his anger having sobered him up some so he’s not slurring as much. “How DARE you accuse me of not loving my children! I would giive ANYTHING for them and you know that!”

- “Then fucking ACT like it!! Don’t just sit in here and rot your mind with booze and TV!” God growls. “I don’t need you to tell meee how to handle my children! Why do you even care?! It’zzz not like they’re yours anyway!”

- “I care because they are part of MY family, and I want my family to be safe and happy, something that you couldn’t give less of a shit about apparently!” God throws his hands up at this point “Well what do you want from me Death, go hhhold their handz?! My children are ALL capable of thinking and being on their own, they don’t NEED me to do shit for them!”

- “That doesn’t mean that they don’t still need you there emotionally! But with the way you act maybe it’s best you ARE never there! After all, what use could any of them get from your pathetic drunk ass!!” This clearly struck a nerve as God points back at the door you came in through and roars at you to get the fuck out of his house. Growling, you give a harsh “Fine!” and tell him he can sit and be a drunk deadbeat all he wants because you’re done with him and his shit, and he’s NEVER to contact you again unless it’s in regards to his children or business.

- You stomp out of God’s palace and return to Limbo, wanting to start working on getting things cleaned up and cool off some before you go check on things in Hell.

- Once you’re gone though, God slumps his shoulders and hangs his head. With your venomous words echoing his head, he summons another bottle of wine and begins chugging it while he trudges into his bedchambers.

- He flops down onto the bed and picks up a framed photo and slowly brings it closer to his face. It’s an old photo, one taken shortly after God created the first few seraphim. You and God are both standing next to each other, arms around each other’s shoulders and leaning in close while the first seraphim all stand in between the two of you. Everyone is absolutely beaming, and God looks especially happy; so proud of his creations.

- Tears drop onto the photo as God remembers how things used to be back then, back when he was actually NEEDED by those around him and wasn’t just some brand figure who’s only job is to smile and wave. Even as he slowly sets the photo down, tears continue to fall and he holds his head in his hands. “…I’m sorry I’m so damn useless…Hopefully you’ll forgive me someday…Not that I deserve it though…I’m…so fucking sorry…” No one is there to hear God’s sobs, and eventually he passes out. He’d rather be dreaming of happier times anyway.

[takes1]

For a request, would you be interested in a bully Dabi x male reader (maybe in a college AU or something. You can decide if you want it to be in the LOV instead)? Reader is constantly picked on and demeaned by him, but one day maybe in a private area reader is cornered, some suggestive content goes on/maybe noncon depending what you want to do, and the reader speaks up when the situation almost goes too far (and normally he is quiet. He’s that nerdy kid afraid to disappoint his parents/and a virgin. So he is scared of what was going on in that scenario.) After, you can decide what goes on from there!

Also to add, my bad about asking make characters. I did read the rules but had no idea what afab of amab means, should of looked it up before asking lol 😂

you're okay! no worries :) i really liked writing this, it's very different from my other stuff. i'm so sorry this has taken so long! will write a part 2 soon and probably end it there!

warnings. barely sfw, slight noncon themes, creepy vibes

details. male!reader / college au / frat au / inexperienced!reader / loser!reader / corruptionkink!dabi / loser!reader / degradation / praise / power play / slight noncon / yandere!dabi / 1.2k words

🤍 scenario series. more dabi and others here.

more links. my ao3 / dabi headcanons / requests open

"No, mom--,"

You almost tripped over your untied shoelace for the third time in the past two minutes but continued to ignore it. Stopping to fix it was scarier than getting a face full of dirty cement.

"No, it's-, okay, uppercase L, did you try the uppercase L yet?"

A rush of adrenaline plumped your veins for a fleeting moment and you gripped your cracked phone like a lifeline. The sound of shoes other than your beat-up Vans scraped across the sidewalk. You turned and there was nothing but the drip of residual rain from gutters, and some trash brushing by a garbage can.

Of course, a Mcdonald's wrapper would be responsible for your fatal heart attack. Or your mother, who didn't understand how to capitalize a letter on her keyboard to enter her bank password.

There was another half mile to your dorm building. When she called you halfway through your journey back from your last late class, you were relieved to have something else on your mind other than the threat of seeing a Brother around.

Pledge Week was Hell. Actual Hell. This must've been your divine punishment for being such a giant fucking loser your entire life-- a cruel joke from God designed to say, 'Look at this dumbass! He's paying hundreds of dollars to get hazed for a week, then ostracized for the smallest hope of feeling like he's a part of something!'

"It's the left side, mom. It says shift on it," You sighed.

This was the first week you hadn't commuted home for the weekend. With no social skills to bank on, there was nothing to do on the weekends except drive two hours home. At least you could be comfortable there. Not necessarily wanted, until they had a technology issue that required a Cybersecurity major -or just any person with brain cells- to fix, but you had your own quiet room.

It didn't change the fact that the Brothers of Alpha Sigma Phi betted on you to join them as a joke. You didn't have any connections or lineage like the other Pledges, but it was funny to pick the scrawny kid and see how long he'd last.

You didn't know how you lasted this long. It was a sort of tolerance that you built up, because Alpha Sig gave you something to do, somewhere to be.

A semester as a Pledge; running errands, attending parties but not allowed to drink, getting shit on at every turn because that was just the culture here and you thought, maybe after you graduate to become a Brother in a couple of days, you would have some real friends.

Another thudding sound of footsteps much heavier than yours. This time, they didn't stop, and neither did you.

The orange glow of streetlamps every 15 feet became markers for your sanity. Only nine more to go before you were at your building.

Your stomach was in your throat. The hand in your pocket clutched your knife.

"You got it?" Your voice was uneven but your mother didn't notice. You wished she would stay on the phone longer, but there was nothing else to talk about.

Even the other seven Pledges didn't associate with you. If they did, they got screwed with more. This week had become a sick kind of lonely, fast.

It was like clockwork. As soon as your phone left your ear, a voice much closer than you anticipated shocked your muscles still.

"Hey, Pledge," It was by far the worst Brother imaginable; the one who seemed to take personal pleasure in your torment above anyone else, "The fuck do ya think you're talkin' to?"

You kept your hand in your pocket. Pulling a knife on him would erase all progress, possibly even make this whole semester's worth of work useless, but you weren't about to surrender your only line of defense when you weren't sure if it would get violent.

Dabi was deceptively glittery under the streetlamp. His piercings gave you something else to look at to avoid eye contact.

"My mom--," You could barely get your words out.

"You're not supposed to speak to anyone this week," He lowered his voice and approached slow because he knew you wouldn't move.

Narrowed eyes watched another student on the other side of the deserted street.

Two years ago, Alpha Sig had been under an investigation for hazing (rightfully so, you could imagine), so the older Brothers were careful about what they said and did in public. In private, everything was still on the table.

So far, the worst thing you were forced to do was the bottling line. This was an activity where they made you and the other Pledges stand in a line to drink an entire bottle of various combined liquors. Each of you had to drink a fair amount, or the last man had to drink whatever was left. You were the last man.

This was already after a knowledge test about the fraternity. If a Pledge got a question wrong about the history of Alpha Sig, he was forced to drink.

Eventually, they made you drink whenever somebody else got a question wrong because you were answering everything correctly.

You had never thrown up so violently at the end of one night before. You weren't sure how you made it back to your dorm, but you woke up at 3 in the afternoon the next morning and didn't bother going to the rest of your classes.

"That includes calling your mommy," Dabi mocked, close enough to be in striking distance.

Every Pledge knew to stay far away from this crazy bastard. He was joked to be so masochistic that he was the one responsible for the investigation in the first place.

But he sought you out so much you had almost seen him every day this week. Enough to count every piercing on his face, wonder what each of his tattoos meant and why he had so many.

He took a glance down to your hand.

"Whaddya got a hard-on or something?"

You shot your hand out of your pocket, knife-less, defenseless, and embarrassed, sparking a smirk across his face.

Your dick was not hard right now, but it wasn't opposed to getting off at the thought of Dabi's big hands, among other things.

It was worth wondering if they could all tell. You weren't flamboyant, but you supposed that not being straight wasn't their only reason to shun you.

You wondered if they knew about Dabi's equality tattoo, a small but mighty symbol under his arm that you managed to get a glimpse of at one party after staring at him too long. He made you his personal servant many times for that problem throughout the semester.

It gave you the chance to pick up on things that weren't so traditional about him.

In truth, it only made your staring worse because you were certain he was more similar to you than anyone would care to think.

He closed the distance between you and sized you up while you put your hands behind your back. You couldn't believe you had forgotten to until now; that was what your class was supposed to do when a Brother called on them.

Dabi's breath was warm and minty on the side of your face when he muttered, "You're gonna show me your dorm, Pledge."

A big, strong hand shoved you hard. Back into the direction you had been walking. There was not much you could do now, other than shakily guide him back to the one place you felt safe.

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(X men Evolution) Platonic Yandere Trio Wanda, Quicksilver and Magneto and Magneto's youngest child reader from a one night stand who has Technopathy and who's mom was killed protecting her from anti mutant groups and the social worker contacted Magneto because his name is in the birth certificate and asked him if he wanted custody of them.

Ooooo! Thank you for specifying which X-Men media you wanted! (But I only do gender neutral Readers, okay?) I'll see what I can do:

It was hard, not having your mom around anymore.

She died protecting you, doing everything in her power to keep you safe, to let you have a chance at a normal childhood, and how was she repayed? The people of your old town killed her. They had meant to kill you, but she took the bullet for you. You were lucky to be alive, lucky to have been moved to a safe place...

But...

Now you were moving in with someone you'd never met before.

He was supposedly your dad. Or at least who your mom claimed was. She'd never really mentioned him before, save when she needed to give you hope for a better future, when you'd be safe to use your powers and not be attacked for it.

His name was supposedly Magnus, and it turned out he had two other kids: Wanda and Pietro, twins.

They hadn't been mean or jealous (what was there to be jealous about? you're a younger sibling with trauma), but they did act... stange? In a way. Always hovering nearby, trying to keep the other Brotherhood teens from being near you or talking with you.

You think your first bonding moment with them was when you and the group had gone to an arcade for fun. The machines hummed with life, with energy... And you had just the game you enjoyed just waiting to be played.

The claw machine.

The poor thing hadn't been able to give a reward for all the money it was given, but you were just the person to make it right. With a few quarters, and a quick snap of electricity, you had the machine buzzing with your commands. The first stuffed animal was a hummingbird, with bright blue wings and a white stomach. The second was an owl with bright red eyes. Soon to follow were more and more little animals, until the entire plushie receptacle was filled to the brim with your rewards.

You shocked the poor guy behind the ticket counter, who looked tired and flabbergasted. And it seemed you'd surprised your siblings, too...

"Take it. They look like you," you pushed as you shoved the two birds into their arms. You'd already packed the rest of the stuffies into large plastic bags, hopefully to send to the local children's hospital.

"How does this look like me?" Pietro asked, looking over the hummingbird in blurred movements. "Couldn't it have been, like, a falcon, or something?"

"... Why an owl?" Wanda asks.

"You're fast and can perform any trick in the book. So can hummingbirds! Can you see a falcon flying backwards? Also, an owl because you've got the whole witch aesthetic, and it looks like you! It even has black and red feathers!"

"... Tch... Fine..."

"... It will be my familiar..."

"Yay! Now, let's go give the others their's!"

"Wait, you got them some too?!"

After that, the twins were just-

Everywhere.

And if they couldn't be there, one of the other Brotherhood teens was instead. It only became a problem when someone tried to bully you.

Safe to say...

"Mess with them again and you won't live to make the same mistake again!"

"Let's see how well you do in basketball now, loser!"

The guy who'd try to pick on you now earned the full ire of Wanda AND Pietro, who made his life h*ll. And what those two decreed, the others followed.

People left you alone after that.

Of course, when you wanted to hide from everyone or hide your tracks...

You messed with the computers and lights.

"Ah man, I can't see like this!"

"Is it a power outage?"

"Someone get the janitor!"

Being in control of technology was pretty awesome.

It wasn't so fun when your dad found out.

"Reader... perhaps you would like to join my Acolytes? We would have much need of your mutation."

You took one look at the people your... dad, had on his elite team... And decided:

"Um... I'm good, sir..."

"Very well... And you may call me 'father'."

"Erm... okay... Father..."

What you didn't see happening in the shadows was your father having his Acolytes preparing a space for you anyway, so one day you could be with them. What you didn't see was Wanda giving nightmares and accidents to your bully, sending them into a chaotic spiral. What you didn't see was Pietro following you wherever you went, spying from as far or near as he liked, and telling Wanda and Magneto everything he saw.

You may have thought you were being given some control, but in honesty... That control was only an illusion.

If you ever tried to leave or go to the X-Men, you'd just find yourself kept captive, bound in metal chains where no one would ever find you, save for your loving family... They wouldn't risk losing their little technopath, the one member of their small family who can temper their personalities... So don't try to run, or they'll cut off any small control you have for good.

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Bonnie stared awkwardly at you. She remembered being your age but she seemed to have lost the ability to recall anything that happened. Though, to be honest it wasn’t as if her teens were exactly normal. Also, you weren’t really a teen anymore. Almost twenty she found herself unable to find common ground.

“So…” You weren’t sure what to say. Bonnie wished more than anything she had taken up Caroline’s offer to come with her to pick you up. ‘I don’t want to overwhelm him.’ She had said. Caroline had given her a look that she now realised was a look that said ‘Are you completely insane do you not know how terrifying teens are.’ or something along those lines.

“Your. Powers are coming in. Your mom said.” Bonnie said quickly and smiled. You nodded slowly and shifted in your chair, rubbing your palm on your jeans.

“Yes. It’s urm. Powers.” You said quickly. Bonnie arched an eyebrow curiously.

“I just. Mom doesn’t like to talk about it.” You explained. Bonnie’s eyes widened and she grinned.

“Oh well, I don’t mind that at all. Better to talk about it than have something wrong. You don’t want vampires flying all over the place.” She grinned until you made a small noise of confusion. “Kidding. I… don’t… um.” 

“Vampires are our enemy.” You said quickly. She hummed thoughtfully and nodded slowly. Bonnie's dad had said something about the estranged part of the family having strong feelings about vampires.

“Some.” Bonnie agreed wisely. Bonnie decided that she would take you home to settle in and head over to Caroline’s the next day. You seemed to settle in reasonably quickly. She could hear you unpacking your bags.

In the morning the two of you had breakfast together. It was quiet but Bonnie couldn’t tell if it was an awkward quiet or not. She kept glancing at you as you poured over a grimoire while eating. 

“I thought I’d introduce you to my friends later.” Bonnie said quickly. She smiled nervously and you nodded. Your uncle had called you and talked about Bonnie’s friends. You felt comfortable enough in your powers that you weren’t nervous. After breakfast, you finished getting ready and Bonnie drove you to Meredith’s house and explained whose house it was. Caroline was passing on the porch and hurried down to Bonnie. Meredith was on the phone looking through the open door.

“Car, at least let Bonnie in through the front door before you start panicking.” Meredith scolded. Caroline gripped Bonnie’s arm.

“You need to do that spell. The one to find things and people. Stefan can’t find Elena!” Caroline hissed out in a quick loud whisper. Bonnie led the way inside while Meredith continued her phone call. She eyes you carefully, something about her made you tingle nervously. 

“Bonnie.” She called out and held the phone out for Bonnie to take. It was an old powder pink phone. It looked as if it must have been handed down and was wired into the wall so Bonnie had to stretch the cord as far as it would go to stand in the doorway and listen to whoever was on the phone while directing you on how to set up the spell.

“Are you sure?” She asked and vanished out of sight. Caroline and Meredith sat down at the table with the confidence of people who had helped with this kind of spell before. It irked you. Bonnie’s approach to magic seemed to be too casual for your liking. 

“Guys. Will… will you all be alright? Stefan needs me to look at some kind of runes. They followed something… He wasn’t very clear.” Bonnie asked and looked a little nervous.

“Of course.” Caroline said as she waved you off.

“I’ll keep him safe from Caroline.” Meredith said in a monotone voice. She shot a glare at Meredith and Bonnie was sure that Mer was giving her one of her smiles that didn’t look like she was smiling at all. Nodding she hurried off. “You know how to do the spell?”

“Yes. I am far more practised than Bonnie.” You said stiffly. The women glanced at each other but said nothing as you finished. “Close your eyes.”

They both closed their eyes but Meredith cracked one open. “Bonnie doesn’t normally make us close our eyes.” She said.

“Well, she’s supposed to.” You snapped and started the spell. With a shrug she took one of your hands and Caroline’s in the other, closing her eyes as she listened to the spell you recited. When you finished she watched you closely. Bonnie had said that you were a distant cousin. You were to visit while your mentor was investigated by the other witches in your town for the magic they had been using. Bonnie was excited for you to come but Meredith found an uncomfortable feeling. Though she got that feeling with everyone and rarely trusted those around her. 

The spell gave you all a rough area to look in and after a quick call to Stefan, who confirmed that he had found Bonnie and promised to send Matt to the house with a list of the runes, managed to figure out that Elena was being held in whatever building was sealed off by the runes.

“So there are no vampires there?” Meredith asked and hummed. She hung up on Stefan when something at the window caught her eye. There was someone familiar in the back garden.

“Caroline, go and check if that was Damon… or if Matt took the shortcut.” She instructed. Caroline frowned, commenting on the fact that if Matt had taken a shortcut he would be coming from the wrong direction. But she did it just the same. Meredith had just enough time as she opened the door to fling herself halfway across the room like a cat taking a great leap and yanked Caroline out of the way.

“Was that the cute pizza boy? Why is he a vampire!” Caroline complained. 

“Now is really not the time.” Meredith reminded her as she grabbed something to defend herself. When she stood, leaning over Caroline to protect her, regardless of whether she needed protecting or not, her eyes went wide. Your hand was thrown out and the vampire was choking. They were caught mid-air and every now and then their legs or arms flailed.

“I can’t keep this up!” You gasped. Meredith pulled Caroline behind her, turning her in a way they had practised with Stefan so that Caroline could kick the door and stop a second vampire from coming in. She was across the room, wielding her weapon in seconds.

“Why are they here if they wanted your friend?” You asked.

“Despite having two tame vampires. The others are not so willing to be friendly.” She said coldly as she watched the vampire outside the window, staring at them as they waited for a way in. “Besides. The two were only turned because they could access the house. No wonder they needed to come in because of the short change problem last week when we got take out.” 

“Great. So if they’re here, what do they want?” Caroline asked. Meredith didn’t answer. As she moved back and forth she realised that the vampire wasn’t watching her. It was watching you.

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Chapter 11: Assembled Allies

July 3rd

I must admit, I’ve never had a normal birthday.  What do people usually do the day before?  My experience is that I’ve spent many hours worrying about myself, about my parents.  I’ve spent the day before looking through our home arsenal, preparing for the worst.  When my birthday comes around, it becomes a mini-holiday for our family.  Dad always tries to bake me a birthday cake … it never goes as planned, but I appreciate his efforts.  Mom takes me for the longest glide of the year, dipping low through the Canyon, until recently stopping to see all of our friends, particularly Aunt Irene.

I’m going to miss that this year.  It’s striking me today I won’t have a birthday party this year.  I won’t get to try to choke down one of Dad’s creations; won’t be allowed to glide.  At this rate, I’ll be lucky to be allowed outside at all.

The months since the incident at the refuge have passed quickly.  I’ve resumed my Guardsman training with Durga, who has also consented to help William control the power of the wendigo.  Occasionally, she has the two of us spar against each other, which makes me especially worried because his control is about as bad as mine.

Durga never seems to get frustrated with either one of us, however.  She’s always eternally cheerful, gleefully spinning her weapons toward us in training sessions.  She sometimes gets Aunt Kitty and Uncle Cyrus to help as well, which gets especially dangerous when Aunt Kitty breaks out her massive collection of automatic rifles.  Apparently, she’s never met a “full-auto” setting she didn’t like.

While he continues to try to avoid spending long periods of time with either Aunt Kitty or Michi, Fahaian has been training me as well.  I feel confident that, should the need arise, I can control my fire much better than I could before.  I’m glad for this, at least, because I have a sinking feeling that things are only going to get worse.

Today, though, I have no time to worry about what’s coming up.  I’m in the last of three training sessions with Durga and William.  This time, it’s a full-on sparring session between the two of us, with Durga acting as the referee. 

Today we’ll prove our control.

“Okay guys, get ready.  When I give the signal, make your transformations and attack.  William, I know it’s going to be more difficult for you, but … well, just picture a horde of blueshirts attacking Alanna from behind.”

Durga’s suggestion is already working: I can see William starting to bulk up.

“All right, one, two, three, GO!”  She fires her pistol into the air.

I draw the Sword, just as William’s transformation wraps up and the wendigo faces me in all of his glory.  My mind is racing already, establishing control of the Guardswoman, commanding her to rush the wendigo.  The wendigo, in turn, rushes me.  I put the Sword out in front of me: William knocks it aside with his razor-sharp talons. 

Time to try something different!

I command the Guardswoman to unfurl her wings.  It’s really painful, but she does it.  More armor forms around them, and I flap them to lift off, dodging a lunge by the wendigo.  William tumbles in the dust.  I alight and land, Sword ready, and rush him again.

William catches the Sword when I swing it and hangs on to it.  I try to pull it free from his grip: I can’t.  I bend my knees and pull up, tossing William over my head.  He clatters to the ground, raising more dust.

I can see Durga clapping.  Obviously she’s enjoying this.

William returns to upright and tries to take advantage of my distraction by tackling me.  I feel his talons in my midsection, and respond by driving both elbows into his shoulders.  He crumples into a heap.  The Sword twirls into position, ready to run him through.

A gunshot sounds.  Durga’s signal to stop.  The only question now is will we stop?  Can we stop?

For my part, I am able to keep full control over the Guardswoman.  I sheathe the Sword.  The armor disappears, and I flex my wings gently.  For once, my head doesn’t hurt.  Does that come with control, too?

William is still on the ground, struggling with his transformation back into his human self.  He seems to be stuck in a halfway point: I can see his eyes in the sockets of the wendigo’s skull, and he has shrunk slightly, but the effort seems to be too much.  Durga runs over to his side, reaches into a pouch on her belt, and quickly stuffs a chunk of moose jerky into the half-wendigo’s mouth.  A swallow later, and William is back, sitting on the ground panting.

“That was intense,” he growls.

“For you too?”  I chuckle.

“Okay guys, enough of that,” Durga admonishes.  “Very well done, both of you.  You’re both controlling your alter egos nicely.  William, good job simply going for the Guardswoman’s weapon rather than trying to kill her.”

William nods, a little bashful at the praise.

“Alanna, you have excellent control.  I especially liked the flip, and unfurling your wings.  Are you still having trouble with that?”

I rub my shoulder gently.  “A little pain still, but I’m able to use the wings once they’re out.  I can lift off, fly around, land properly.  It shouldn’t be too much hassle in a real fight.”

“Good, good.”  Durga is smiling widely at us both.  She helps William to his feet.  “You both have passed the final exam.  You’re in control.”

William and I grin at each other, excited.  Durga splits her arms twice and pulls us into a ten-armed group hug.  “Good work, children.  You are now fully ready, ready to fight the New Empire and to take back the world.”

Applause coming from a slight distance away distracts us.  We look up and see that we have an audience, comprised of Michi, Aunt Kitty, Uncle Cyrus, Fahaian, Grandmother … and another familiar face I haven’t seen in a while.

“Gabe!  When did you get back?”  I jog up to the former agent’s side.  Time and distance have lessened my acrimony with him, but I’m not exactly ready to hug him.  Not yet.

“About an hour ago.  Kitty told me you guys were out here, and I’ve been watching the exercise.  You both have gained a good deal of control to your respective powers.”

William is slightly confused, I can tell by the face he’s making.  “Who’s this?”

I hand him another hunk of moose jerky and motion toward Gabe.  “Let me formally introduce you … this is Gabe Francis, he’s an old family friend and the former Director of the CIA.  Gabe, this is …”

“William White Bear, I’ve heard about you.  My pleasure to meet the latest of the wendigo warriors.”  Gabe extends his hand to William, who shakes it a little uneasily.

William doesn’t trust him.  I don’t blame him one bit.

“What’s going on, Gabe?  I thought you were going to be tied up for a while.”

Michi and Fahaian have joined us out on the field.  Obviously, they want in on whatever Gabe has to tell us.

“Guys, I know I’ve asked you to stay here and train for a while, and for that I apologize.  We’re ready again for you to head back out and fight.”  He hands me a DVD.  “You need to see this.  Happy birthday.”

I clutch the offered video media.  “What is it?”

“We’ve found your father.”

~~~~

July 4th

Happy birthday to me.  After Gabe lowered the bombshell on me yesterday, I was too much in shock to even view the disc, or do anything other than sleep.

Dad’s alive?  The thought makes me very happy and frightened all at once.  What if he’s disappointed, angry with me?  What if he feels I took the Sword away from him, claimed my birthright too soon, didn’t wait for the body to be cold?  Worse, what if because of my training I’ve surpassed him as a Guardsman?  I don’t want to show up my dad, I only want to find him, make sure he’s safe, have him back in my life.

My dreams are fitful all night, and don’t keep the same tone twice.  Some are very happy.  I dream of a reunion with my parents.  I dream of us embracing happily, sharing tears of joy, another flight over the canyon.  Others are very sad.  I dream of funerals, of twin caskets laying side-by-side. 

Then one is just plain frightening.  Dad has the Sword and a very angry expression on his face.  When he draws it, strange armor closes around him, not exactly the Guardsman’s … the main thing it has is a helmet that looks frightening, the eyes are angry, and the Sword is pointed toward me.  I only have my wings and my fire, and I try to fight him off, but he’s too strong.  The Sword rips through my gut …

I awaken in a puddle of cold sweat, panting.  I must have yelped, because the next thing I see is the door opening and William’s massive silhouette blocking the weak light.  He rushes over to the bed.

“Are you okay?”

I’m still panting.  I try to calm my breathing down.  “Yeah.  I’ll be all right, I just … I had a bad dream, that’s all.”

William crouches down near me.  Even in the pale light I can see the concern in his eyes.  “You’re sure now?  I know you got a shock yesterday from Gabe …”

“Really, I’ll be fine.  Don’t worry.”  I put a light kiss on his forehead.  “You’re cute when you’re worried.”

This finally calms him down.  He chuckles, stands up, and leaves.  I spot the clock on the wall and, noticing that it’s 3am, snuggle back under my blankets, allowing the mountain lion bust above me to keep watch as I try to drift back to sleep.

The next time I’m awakened, it’s because Aunt Kitty’s cooking is wafting through the Ranch house.  Mealtimes have been more crowded lately, not only because of the Ranch’s status as the escape method for supernaturals, but also because Aunt Kitty and Uncle Cyrus invited everyone living in the refuge to share meals.  I’m not entirely sure how long this arrangement will last, though … if the blueshirts knew about the refuge because of Thomas Youk, they’re sure to know that the Ranch is here as well.

Once I’m dressed and down in the dining room, it’s no different than it has been the last month or so.  People are crowded from wall to wall, filling plates and moving to the long dining table.  I catch sight of Michi and William, already seated.  Behind me, Fahaian taps me on the shoulder.

“Good morning, Alanna.  Are you ready to face whatever Gabe has in store for you?”

I roll my eyes.  I’d hoped to forget he was here, but I guess that’s an all-encompassing fact.  “I suppose so.  I can’t believe all the people here.”

Fahaian nods and chuckles.  “There are a lot of mouths to feed in the refuge.  Most of the supernaturals who were there are almost ready to cross into Avalon.”

I have to give the Salems credit because it’s due.  They were able to reassemble the Avalon portal in less than a week, and continue to ferry supernaturals out of the real world at a quickening pace.

I wonder what will happen when … if … Avalon fills up?

Fahaian has grabbed a bison chop and slapped it on his plate.  “I’ll see you in a short time, Alanna.”  He flicks his lighter and disappears.  Across the room I hear Michi shriek as he materializes behind her.  Even though I have to take the traditional means of transportation, once I have my plate filled with many warm, edible things, I’m quickly at the table, next to William and across from Michi and Fahaian.  In short order, Gabe joins us.  As usual, the only thing he has with him that could possibly be considered “food” is a coffee mug, filled to the brim.

“Okay folks, I brought this with me.  Hope you don’t mind a little show with your breakfast.”  Gabe pulls out a portable DVD player, and the disc he handed me yesterday after my sparring session with William.  Quickly, he turns the unit on and slaps in the disc.  All of us focus in on the small screen as it starts playing.

It’s security camera footage.  Looks like a men’s room or some sort of public area that has sinks and tile.  For half a minute, nothing happens other than the occasional flicker of light.

Then he enters the frame.  There’s a blond man walking over to the sinks, flinging water on his face.  His posture looks frightened, worried.  He’s moving quickly, that much I can tell.  His clothes are nondescript: a white shirt and black pants.

He looks up into one of the mirrors, and we can all finally see his face.

I suck in a loud gasp.  “Dad!”

His face looks frightened, like he hasn’t slept.  He looks like a man on the run.  He looks around and crouches down next to the sink.  One hand covers his face, almost like he’s crying.

“Gabe, what’s wrong with him?”  I don’t ever remember Dad being so scared.

“We’re not entirely sure, Alanna.  I was hoping you could shed some light on this behavior.”

Fahaian moves his face closer to the small screen, narrowing his eyes.  “There is something wrong about this picture.  Does anyone else see it?”

We look amongst each other for confirmation, then turn back to Fahaian.  He brings a hand up and points to the lower left corner of the screen.  It’s just a flash, but I think I can see something …

“Gabe, can you go frame-by-frame on that thing?”  Michi saw it too.

“I’m not sure, I just bought it yesterday.”  Gabe pulls the owner’s manual out of his pocket.

“Oh don’t worry about it,” Michi chimes up, “I can figure it out myself.”  She stands up, presses the “pause” button, and searches around until she finds what she’s looking for.  She rewinds the footage slightly, then starts playing it again, one frame at a time.  All of us focus in on the flash that we saw at the lower left corner of the picture.

My eyes narrow.  Smoke is coming out of my nose.

It’s a blueshirt with a gun.

“Gabe, where was this taken?”  My voice is already forming a growl.

“My source tells me it’s a rest stop in Wisconsin.  He wasn’t quite sure where, he just found this in a random image search using Cole’s service picture as the search term.  I’d like for us to go up to Wisconsin and try to find this rest stop.  Maybe it’ll help us find him.”

William is staring intently at the picture.  “Do we know when this footage was taken?”

“Not exactly, but the best guess is that it can’t be more than a month old.”

Fahaian crosses his arms.  “Is going to this rest stop really going to help?  By the time we’re there, he will have long since left, I’m sure.”

“I’m counting on him having left some sort of sign that he’s been there.”  Gabe closes up the DVD player.  “Cole is a smart man, he knows how to get out of trouble, or at least I’m pretty sure he does.  Maybe he’ll have left us some kind of message as to where he’s going.”

I’m growling loud enough that others further down the table are noticing.  I’m going to gain the group’s attention for the wrong reasons, but right now I could care less.  “Gabe, they’ve got Dad.  We’re finding this place, we’re finding Dad, and we’re setting him free.”

Gabe grins.  “That’s the spirit!”

“Who’s with me?”  I look around at the others at our end of the table.

Michi puts her bare hand on my arm.  “With you all the way, girl.”

Fahaian places his hand on top of Michi’s, which makes her squirm a little bit.  “My father sent me to help you, and help you I shall.”

William wraps his arm around both of my shoulders.  “You can count on me, Alanna.”

Gabe’s smile, for once, seems genuine.  “It’s settled then.  We’re heading to Wisconsin.”

[a-titty-ninja]

[its-more-than-just-a-fantasy]

Best moms for me and my friends

[maidoftheday]

Today’s Maid of the Day: Wise from Okaa-san Online

[kamadaeva]

[ydotome]

Mamako Oosuki (大好 真々子) - Okaasan online - Episode 1

[animedogoftheday]

Today’s anime dog of the day is:

This boi from Okaa-san Online (2019)

[luna-ly]

Okaasan Online ep.2

Yes, you don’t get your time to shine because mama is currently pissed.

[megamawaruu]

Do You Like Your Mom? Her Normal Attack is Two Attacks at Full Power - Ep.5

[nitram3354]

Tsuujou Kougeki ga Zentai Kougeki de Ni-kai Kougeki no Okaasan wa Suki Desu ka?

[thespacedkid]

Happy Halloween Fuckers