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Fic Finder

Oct 21st

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1. Hiii first of all i just wanted to thank you for being able to find the fic i was looking for last time :)) im looking for this fic that i cant find anywhere it was a modern au on ao3 where wangxian dated in hs or college but lqr forced lwj to break up with wwx (through txt if i remember right) but wwx didnt know that lwj was forced so when they meet years later and lwj is working for the lan company they hire wwx and the wens to work on the cybersecurity and wwx is rlly angry while lwj is just pining. TIA!! @draconislyra

FOUND? Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 108k, wangxian, modern, angst w/ happy ending, romance, persuasion au, separations, pining, miscommunication, depression, self-harm, reconciliation, smut)

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2. theres this fic and i forgot the title, but its where jin ling has been wearing wwx's protective bracelet since he was a baby and assumed/thought his mom gave it to him and the bracelet is rlly effective! but in guanyin temple, su she(?) broke it but wwx fixes it and strings the bracelet back together

FOUND! a symbol to remind you that there's more to see by paperminds (T, 9k, JC & JL & WWX, canon-compliant(ish), post-canon(ish), Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Mild/Moderate Angst, angst with happy ending, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Twin Idiots, Reconciliation)

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3. Hi! I'm looking for a specific fan fiction i remember that both wwx and lwj has lived a long and happy life and now they think it's time for them to leave the world lsz is very upset and doesn't want to let his parents go they go upto a field to fall asleep or smth, there was also wwx telling lwj how tired he is, I've been dying to find this one

FOUND? The Sea Calls Us Home. by selfptrts (T, 3k, WangXian, ZhuiLing, Suicide, Hurt No Comfort, Established Relationship, Heavy Angst, wangxian are married and have a son, xicheng if you squint hard enough, Mentions of Canonical Character Death, Assisted Suicide, References to Supernatural (TV), References to Canon, Found Family, Grief/Mourning, Immortality)

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4. Hello! I'm in desperate need of help. I'm trying to find this one fic where NMJ gave WWX Baxia since he couldn't wield her anymore. I remember a scene where he was struggling with her but then JC(?) told him he was still using sword forms so he needed to find a different way. Thank you so much in advance!!!

FOUND? Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It) WWX definitely ends up weilding Baxia in Lynchpin, and there's a scene about WWX creating a new Sabre sword style.

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5. Hii, I'm looking for two wangxian fics that I unfortunately don't remember much about. A) The first one was one where the war was solved and WWX joined DafanWen, I remember that Dafan's robes were pink/peach and I think DafanWen became a medical sub-clan of Lan.

B) The second one was a post canon where WWX basically adapted to life in Cloud Recess. He learned to knit and I think the fic had a tag that had to do something like "something about gender roles". @canisirio

5A)

FOUND? 💖 Light Source by abCEE (M, 31k, wangxian, not Jiang friendly, no golden core transfer, fall of the jiang sect, happy ending)

5B)

FOUND? Reeds in the Wind by merakily (T, 26k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Character Study, Yunmeng bros Reconciliation, Rabbit Therapy, Sewing Therapy, PTSD, Emotional Baggage, Hurt/Comfort, JC is Bad at Feelings, JC Needs a Hug) I feel like it's not the right fic but it does have wwx doing embroidery

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6. hi this is for fic finder!

i think this is starts when wwx is still in the burial mounds with the wens and he's called? because lwj is sick like literally in bed, unconscious with fever sorta sick. I think it turned out to be a curse or smth related to his golden core!

also another fic, also these two fics coild be the same so I'm not sure

it could've been related to the first request, I kind of remember wwx sacrificing or getting harmed to save lwj and then all the Lan elders kind of give wwx a new core in the caves in cloud recesses

this is really messy, I'm just trying to say that I remember these 2 points and they could be in 1 fic or 2 different fics

thank you sm @bunnycoffeeumcat

FOUND! Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by athena_crikey (T, 59k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & JGY, Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic, Whump, Curses, Fever, Delirium, Stabbing, Loneliness, Confessions, LWJ’s emotional repression, WWX giving everything as always, LXC realising sympathy is not support, LQR Being an Asshole) for the first point but not the second so I guess this is 6a?

FOUND? 🧡 decay by antebunny (G, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, the fluffiest ending, Hurt/Comfort) Are they maybe thinking of decay by antebunny? I know the ending of the fic has a similar scene to what they were describing

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7. Hi. I am looking for a fic where Baoshan Sanren knows about Wei Wuxian’s fate but cannot directly interfere. Instead she raises Mo Xuanyu as a cultivator and Talisman Master who helps Madam Jin keep Jin Ling safe in Lanling Jin before leaving for the Imperial Exams. Before he can reach, he is assassinated by Jin Guangyao. Wei Wuxian then wakes up in the body and decides to write the exams, becoming a high ranking minister. The emperor takes an interest in the cultivation world a few years later.

FOUND? Awakening: Return of the Patriarch - Another Way by SplitGirl28 (M, 35k, WIP, Transmigration, Related to Jin Guangslut again, Nobody has access to WWX's notes, Experimentation Underway, Established SongXiao, A-Qing Lives)

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8. Hi! I'm looking for this fic where wwx and lwj are thrown into an arranged marriage together, and don't know each other. Wwx is generally happy and excited, and lwj sees this and immediately hates him, bcoz he wanted a calm, quiet spouse to live with. The whole thing is orchestrated by Madam Yu, who basically abandons wwx at cloud recesses bcoz she figures he would be miserable here. Lwj doesn't like him to or try to understand him, so wwx slowly gets more and more depressed and suicidal, kind of as a parallel to Madam lan. I think he tries teaching for a while, and he's very good at it, but the elders step in and claim he's corrupting the children, so that's that. He finds the yin iron, and plans to destroy it worth a circle that will also take him out along with it, but before he can go through with the plan lwj realises how depressed he is and starts making an effort to help him. The fic ends with lwj offering to run away from cloud recesses with him, and wwx telling him no, he doesn't want to be some sort of shameful indulgence, if lwj really wants him he'll stay and fight with the elders on his behalf @arsonistbydaylibrarianbynight

FOUND? Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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9. Hi! For the next Fic Finder, I’ve been trying to find a fic where LWJ leaves the CR to go help WWX in the Burial Mounds. It kind of starts of with LWJ and WWX confrontation after WWX rescues the Wens. There’s a sequence where LWJ is gathering stuff to take to the Burial Mounds. Then in later chapters it’s LXC, LQR, and a couple of Lan Elders going to Yiling to try and bring LWJ back to the CR. They find him in Yiling, selling produce, only to discover that LWJ is living a happy life with WWX and is no longer following Gusu Lan’s rules as he lets a bunch of kids decorate his hair. Sorry this is super long. I can remember what happens in the fic, but for the life of me I can’t remember the title. Thanks a bunch!

FOUND!🔒Unpack Your Heart by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 22k, wangxian, Romance, Everybody Lives, Canon Divergence, LWJ Has Feelings, Protective LWJ, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Wangxian in Love, YLLZ WWX, Lan Clan Elders are Assholes, Minor Transgender Character, Qiongqi Path Divergence, LWJ loves his bunnies)

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10. hi - i’m looking for a f/f wangxian fic. lwj and wwx start as friends but there’s obvious sexual tension (wwx still thinks she’s straight, and keeps “baiting” lwj). lwj lives near her mom, and she bikes to visit her with wei ying. there’s a scene where wwx is wearing novelty panties with a weed leaf on it? and wwx turns out to have nipple piercings which makes lwj go insane? eventually wwx is like “i may not be a woman but you’re a lesbian so you can’t love me.” and lwj is like. nah. i love you?

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11. Hi! This is for fic finder. I honestly dont remember if it was a fanfic from this fandom or a chinese bl novel i red years ago. It didnt help that i dont remember much of the story. I will call them mc and ml (if it was a fanfic, wwx is the mc). They are an actor. The mc got a big role and there are a sex scene in the film with the ml. And then the mc catch a feeling to the ml. The plot of the movie they shoot is where the mc always running away. The movie plot kinda resobate with the mc feeleng. And the writting style is tell a twi stoey. The movie plot and the fic. Long story short, the mc get kidnapped. I dont remember if its trully happen or the movies's plot but i think the mc was genuinely kidnapped. The kidnapping is meticulous that make people tell the ml to brace himself for the worst case scenario. The ml helped to find the mc. In the end, the mc is found but in the bad shape. Near the end of the story, they are in shooting where the plot is the ml found the mc. They hugged and the staff say that it feels genuine.

Im 80% sure its a wangxian fic. I read that around 3-4 years ago. Thanks! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

Hi im #11 in recent fic finder. I dont know if it will help but it involves a cottage (where wwx is held when he is kidnapped), a river (i think their investigation lead to the river and found a red scraf), a red scraf (i think wwx knit it? I dont remember but it his). Its not outsider pov and not a twitter fic (i dont know what is called). I think the film they play is a porn one? (Not sure about this part). Thanks!

NOT FOUND! call me, beep me by myung (T, 39k, wangxian, modern, social media, actors au, celebrities, chatting & texting)

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12. fic finder: does anyone remember this one fic where lan qiren was looking for a way to get wwx a new core and he calls for people to make spiritual donations or something? wwx didnt think anyone would volunteer but when he looked there had been a huge crowd gathered to help him

FOUND! I'm Sorry & Thank You by Iamnotawriter (T, 12k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Golden Core, Canon-Typical Violence, lqr's epipheny, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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13. Hi, can you help me find a fanfic that I missed? It was about WWX who died (supposedly in his world, devoured by corpses) but he travels to another dimension, he thinks it was because of the Stygian Tiger seal, and finds another version of himself that was from that dimension. There is a specific scene where WWX (modern) teaches WWX (cultivator) how to use the shower and WWX (modern) talks about Su She who was his boyfriend and such. In the end, Huaisang reveals that the two WWX have the same DNA and that he has never seen an identity of him. / oi, podem me ajudar a achar uma fic, (hi, can you help me find a fic,) It's from wwx that he dies and travels to another dimension, where he meets another older wei wuxian, this wwx (modern) is investigating a case of dead people, there's a scene where they take baths together (Wwx (modern) teaches wwx (cultivator) how to use showers) and wwx talks about his jerk ex-boyfriend who was su she, there's a specific scene where wwx (modern) confronts su she (ex-boyfriend) he (modern wwx) meets lwj who was a teacher of something and they end up getting close.

(this part moved to Itmf)

both requests by @quwieiidkd

FOUND? so when you go wherever it is you will go, take the moon with you by comforting_monachopsis (T, 138k, WWX & WWX, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, past WWX/SS, past WWX/XY, canon divergence, time travel, dimension travel, modern, private investigator WWX, professor LWJ, trauma, serial killers, strangers to lovers, BAMF WWX, hurt WWX)

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14. I'm looking for a fanfic, but I can't find it. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji share an unsatisfying night, but fate keeps bringing them together. thanks! ❤️

FOUND? 🔒 Bad Sex, Good Loving by Nyatci (E, 18k, WangXian, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/referenced WWX/Others, Implied/referenced LWJ/Others, One night stand WangXian, PWP, but like, Bad Porn with Good Plot, The Plot is the Porn being Bad, Self-Esteem Issues, Communication Failure, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Practice makes perfect, They work on the communication thing eventually, Under-negotiated Kink, mild angst with a very happy ending, BDSM Undertones, Consensual Non-Consent)

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15. hi this is for ficfinder!

I think this was based in the 1900s? and lwj is an exorcist of sorts, and I think wen qings family calls him for help, because I kinda remember her opening the door for him and granny is also there. wwx is a Gardner in the wen house and he's also the necromancer. I think the phrase used was similar "there's a friendly gardner"

thank you sm!

FOUND? sweet beneath sharp edges by isabilightwood (E, WangXian, Historical, Jazz Age, Light Horror, Demonic Cultivation, Ghost Possession, Haunted House, Cultivator LWJ, Gardener WWX, disabled character (WN), WRH is not a good uncle (or father), Mystery, LWJ is sent to exorcise a house and flirts with the gardener instead, said gardener may or may not be the monster he was sent to kill, Madam Lan Lives, Monsterfucker LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Resentacles, flirting via fruit, Weirdo4weirdo wangxian, Oral Fixation, WWX eats the rich (literally), Power Bottom LWJ but wwx is still in control)

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16. Hi, I’m searching for a fic I read quite some time ago. Wwx actually remembers Lwj confessing to him after the Burial Mounds siege and then they’re kinda forced into a marriage? Lwj goes to live with wwx and the wens but wwx treats him horribly. Lwj by then had been whipped and so he’s terrible pain all the time.

Thank you so much 😊 @bcozwhythefuknot

FOUND? ❤️ A Myriad of Blossoms by Itszero (E, 56k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, YLLZ WWX, Hurt LWJ, Cruel wwx, he’s cruel until he’s not, Protective WWX, Caring WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Dark WWX)

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17. Hi!! I've been looking for this fic for a while, I hope yall can help me. So what I remember is that LWJ becomes the YLLZ's concubine, spouse, bed warmer? They spent years apart, and WWX held some resentment due to a misunderstanding (LWJ was punished with the whip and couldn't be besides him?) I remember this scene where LWJ is wearing a (silk?) robe. Then WWX funds out about the whip scars and It was a whole thing that solved the misunderstanding, I believe. It may be a AU since there was some kind of Magic besides canon stuff? Like, the Wei Sect? members were part something (demons, animals, idk) and It happened to LWJ too for being in the BM. Oh, and MXY and A-Yuan were there too! I hope someone can help me. Thank you!

FOUND? the necromancer's fairytale by iliacquer (E, 17k, WangXian, Top LWJ, Bottom WWX, but they have switch energy, safe sane consensual noncon kink, is the Yiling Patriarch a kink, incoherent worldbuilding is incoherent, Past Torture the lan family are terrible sorry, Rough Sex, Pain Kink)

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18. hello! i'd like to ask for a fic finder! it's at least two-three years old, and on the shorter side i believe??

the first one is CR study arc, where lwj believes wwx's prank was specifically because he found out lwj is a cutsleeve/has feelings for wwx. i think he gets silently angry like canon, and later he confronts wwx about it? (it's not works/32795896 though it's similar)

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19. Hi! I'm looking for a specific fic - I think I read it at least 2 years ago, maybe earlier. WWX is hidden by (I can't quite remember if it's after 13 years or before hand) JC and JYanli, and pretends to be a woman whilst figuring what to do now. Jin Guangshan hits on her, and as always, LWJ falls for WWX in a different form. Whilst at the Golden Carp Tower, WWX is also in a wheelchair - I can't quite remember why. Everything gets revealed eventually.

FOUND? My Leaves Reach Ever for the Sun by nonplussed (T, 26k, WangXian, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fix-It, Crossdressing, Idiots in Love, Sharing a Bed, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos by dvasva (M, 132k, WIP, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Functionally Trans Character, Mild Sexual Content, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, Transphobia, Good Parents LWJ and WWX, Pining, WWX is a Tease, Grief/Mourning, Body Dysphoria, Fake Marriage, Canonical Character Death, Misunderstandings, Doting LWJ, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, WWX is not in MXY's body, Misgendering, Mild Angst, Assumptions, Comedic Elements, non-sexual nudity, Blood, Discussion of Various Bodily Functions, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, 4 years of mourning instead of 13, Méishān Yú Sect, POV Multiple, Corporal Punishment, Trans WWX, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, pregnancy mention, Timeline What Timeline, Sexual Harassment Threats) Both of these have jgs being a creep towards wei ying

FOUND? Wei Wuxian, Who's That? by bumbledees (T, 48k, wangxian, crossdressing, pining, sibling feels) Both of these have jgs being a creep towards wei ying

FOUND? By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal) idr if theres a wheelchair involved for sure. i feel like there is but im gonna be honest i always forget abled ppl exist so in my mind when i read everyone is using mobility aids all the time until i get reminded otherwise lol but i do recall that he is weak and regaining energy so its possible he was using a wheelchair atp for that reason ? either way its a good fic

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20. Hello, i love what you're doings! A fic I'm looking for: JC and LWzj time travelled and decided to fix canon. As such, they spent a lot of time together. But that lead to everyone- especially wwx - to think they're a couple. Wwx is okay with it, but really bothered that he keels getting dragged into their dates @midnightlighthowlite

FOUND? ❤️ For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by sami (E, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Canon Divergence, Asexual JC, First Time, Getting Together, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ)

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my-religion-greek-myth · 1 month ago

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Freedom far away -E

There were only 6 dot points for this... didn't expect to put so much story between the points. Never liked slow burn but why am I doing this for my satisfaction of course how to untangle this and where this is going...

Part A | Part B | Part C&D |

Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio

You stood frozen, your gaze flitting between the surreal surroundings and the two women who seemed at ease. Everything around you shimmered with an almost dreamlike quality—the sparkling water, the vibrant lotus blooms, the golden light that poured in from nowhere. It was nothing like the world you had left behind.

Your attention snapped back to the gate. Beyond it, the rain still fell steadily, soaking the ground you had just walked upon. It was as though the storm outside and the serene beauty within existed in two entirely separate realms.

Tentatively, you reached out, your fingers brushing the edge of the gate. You saw your hand clearly, the same as ever, as it crossed the gate back into the rainy day. A cool drop of water slid down your skin, the chill startling against the warmth of the air inside.

What is this? Some kind of supernatural power?

You froze at the thought. You had heard stories of such things as a child—fables about spirits, curses, and the unexplained forces of nature. People spoke of them in hushed tones, weaving tales of mysterious happenings that could not be attributed to the mundane. Superstitions, they had called them, warning children to heed the unseen and never speak to shamans.

But they were just stories, you thought.

You had never seen anything like this in real life or heard of anyone around you experiencing such things firsthand. The world you knew was ruled by reason, by the unshakable patterns of daily life. Yet here you stood, feeling the rain on one side of your hand and warmth on the other, a barrier dividing two impossibilities.

Your heart raced as you drew your hand back, staring at the glistening raindrop trailing down your palm. The contrast was impossible to reconcile.

Behind you, merry laughter rang out, drawing your focus.

"You look like a child who has just seen magic for the first time," Rio teased, her high-pitched laughter bright and unrestrained. She leaned casually against a stone pillar, her soaked robes now beginning to dry under the strange warmth of the space.

"Magic?" you repeated, your voice faltering with a mixture of curiosity and unfamiliarity. You had never heard such a word, and it felt strange on your tongue.

Rio tilted her head, her smile widening as though she were enjoying your wonder. "Yes, magic," she said simply. "Call it what you will—supernatural power, a miracle—but I prefer magic. It has a nice, clean ring, don’t you think?"

"Do not overwhelm her, Rio," Agatha interrupted her tone somewhere between mockery and amusement. She stepped closer, her eyes studying you intently. "Magic is not some whimsical trick. It is power—raw, unpredictable, and utterly unforgiving." Her smile turned predatory, and for the briefest second, her shining blue eyes flashed purple. The strange hue vanished so quickly that you wondered if you had truly seen it.

You could almost feel the unspoken words in Agatha’s expression: And I love it.

Rio clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't frighten her, Agatha. Let her enjoy the marvel of it for now." She turned back to you, her gaze softening but still sharp. "It's rare to see someone so curious. Most people either fear it and run away screaming or refuse to acknowledge it exists. But you…" She trailed off, her gaze sharpening further.

You hesitated, unsure whether to question further, but the words spilled out anyway. "If this is magic," you began carefully, tasting the new word tentatively, "then… what about the ability to command animals? Is that magic too?"

Both women stilled, their expressions shifting subtly, though it was hard to tell if it was a surprise, interest, or something deeper.

"You can command animals?" Agatha asked, her voice soft yet laced with curiosity. You hesitated, feeling the weight of her words. Her gaze was intense, piercing, as though she could see straight into the depths of your soul. Something in her eyes—an emotion you could not place—made your chest tighten.

You nodded hesitantly. "I have always been able to… calm them, make them listen to me. Birds come to me without fear; even the most restless horse will quiet when I speak to it. It is not much," you added quickly, "but it feels… different. None of my siblings can do it. No one I know can."

Rio’s gaze turned calculating, though her smile remained. "How fascinating," she murmured. "Perhaps you are more familiar with magic than you thought."

Agatha’s lips curved into a slow smile, though her eyes remained unreadable. "Magic takes many forms, doll," she said. "Perhaps yours is simply more subtle than what you see here."

The thought left you both unsettled and intrigued. You opened your mouth to ask more, but Agatha stepped forward, positioning herself directly before you, blocking your view of Rio. As you looked up at her, the purple flecks in her blue eyes seemed to glow faintly beneath the shadows, captivating and unnerving all at once.

Her hand brushed your cheek with a gentleness that felt at odds with the intensity of her gaze.

"It's not something you need to worry about now," she said smoothly, her tone like silk. "For now, let us move along. There is much to discuss."

"Are we?" Rio’s voice came from behind you, light and playful, her question more rhetorical than genuine.

Agatha only smiled, turning her head slightly to meet Rio’s gaze. Their exchange was silent yet filled with understanding, as though they spoke in a language beyond words. The ease of their closeness stirred something within you—a strange pang in your chest, sharp and entirely unexpected.

Rio hummed softly, breaking the moment. As she turned, she cast you one last glance over her shoulder, her smile brimming with intrigue.

"I do hope you plan to share more of your fascinating talents, Lady F/N. I am ever so curious."

Agatha directed you toward a house in the surreal landscape's centre. From a distance, it appeared as though the house floated weightlessly atop the lake’s glassy surface. At first, you hesitated, your heart tightening at the thought of swimming to reach it. There was no visible road or bridge, only the water stretching endlessly between you and the house. Beneath the surface, colourful fish darted gracefully in the crystal-clear depths, their scales shimmering like jewels.

Sensing your hesitation, Agatha reached out wordlessly, her cool fingers curling around your arm. She gently pulled you forward, her touch sending a jolt through your body. Before you could resist or gather your thoughts, she linked her arm with yours, her warmth pressing against your side. Your breath hitched, and heat surged to your face.

You had never been this close to anyone before—not like this. The sensation of her skin brushing against yours, the faint pressure of her chest near your arm, was overwhelming. You were certain Agatha could feel the heat radiating from your flushed face as much as you felt it burning beneath your skin.

Your embarrassment began to fade the moment you stepped onto the water. To your astonishment, it felt solid beneath your feet, as though you were walking along a paved road. Each step sent ripples cascading outward, large concentric waves that spread across the surface. The effect was mesmerising, and you stared in awe as you moved forward.

As you walked—closer to the house, closer to Agatha—you became absorbed in the moment. The surreal beauty of the water beneath you and the unspoken connection between you and her made the journey feel like a fleeting dream. Before you realised it, you were standing in front of the house.

The double doors swung open smoothly, revealing Rio standing inside. With an effortless flourish, she pushed both doors wide, a welcoming smile playing on her lips. Agatha released your arm without a word and strode inside, leaving you momentarily unsure what to do.

Rio turned her attention to you, her hand extended, an unmistakable glint of mischief in her eyes. You hesitated, unsure if she intended to help you step inside, but as your hand met hers, Rio’s lips brushed against your skin in a featherlight touch, the gesture both intimate and refined.

Your pulse quickened, heat rising within you at the unexpected intimacy. You tried to steady yourself, but the moment lingered, leaving your thoughts scattered.

Rio’s lips curved into a sly smile as she straightened. "You react so beautifully, pretty lady," she murmured, her voice rich with amusement.

---RAR---

The room inside was unlike anything you had seen before. The walls were intricately adorned with carvings that seemed to shift and ripple when viewed from the corner of your eye. The air felt lighter here, almost alive, as though it responded to the presence of its occupants.

Rio gestured for you to sit, her ever-present smirk softening into something unreadable. Agatha, as always, seemed more restrained, taking a seat nearby. Without hesitation, she crossed her legs with a fluid motion, the edge of her dress shifting slightly to reveal the curve of her ankle and a glimpse of her calf.

You froze, your breath catching as your eyes darted away. The sight startled you—not because it was improper by her standards, but by yours. Women of noble households carried themselves with rigid modesty, their dresses layered to ensure every movement was deliberate and composed. Agatha’s casual display of her leg felt almost brazen, even defiant, and you could not stop the rush of warmth creeping into your face.

Agatha noticed. A soft laugh escaped her lips, low and amused. "Oh, doll," she said, leaning slightly toward you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Have you never seen a leg before? Or is it just mine that has you so flustered?"

You tried to compose yourself, straightening your posture and avoiding her gaze. "It is… improper," you murmured, though the words felt feeble even as you spoke them.

Agatha laughed again, the sound rich with amusement, a melody of provocation and charm. "Improper, is it? How quaint." She shifted her leg slightly, the movement deliberate, her dress parting just enough to reveal a glimpse of pale skin. The corner of her mouth lifted into a playful smirk, her sharp blue eyes glinting with mischief.

Your mouth suddenly became dry, a tight knot forming in your stomach. You looked away, trying to focus on anything else, but the weight of her gaze was impossible to ignore.

Rio chuckled softly from her seat, her dark eyes moving languidly between the two of you. "Agatha, don't start before we even begin," she said, her voice carrying a note of amusement that betrayed her own entertainment.

Agatha tilted her head, her smirk widening. "Oh, come now, Rio. It’s harmless fun." Her gaze flicked back to you, lingering just long enough to make your heart race. "Isn’t it, doll?"

Rio leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her expression sly. "Harmless for you, perhaps. But our lady looks about ready to faint."

Your cheeks burned at Rio’s comment, and you shot her a sharp glare, though it lacked any real heat. "I’m perfectly fine," you muttered, though your trembling hands betrayed you.

"Perfectly fine," Agatha echoed, her voice low and teasing. She leaned back lazily, crossing her arms over her chest. "How admirable."

The tension between the three of you crackled like a fire-catching dry wood, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering stares. Rio’s laughter broke the moment, light and melodic.

"Perhaps we should actually begin," she said, gesturing with a flourish. "Before our dear Lady F/N loses her composure entirely."

Agatha’s lips curved into a wicked smile, but she said nothing, her eyes still fixed on you as though she could see straight through your defences.

"So," Rio continued, breaking the lingering tension, "you have a rather… unique talent, pretty lady. Taming animals, was it?"

You hesitated, suddenly regretting your earlier admission. "I do not think it is a talent," you said cautiously. "It is simply something I have always done. Birds come to me without fear, and restless animals grow calm when I speak to them. It is not extraordinary."

Agatha chuckled softly again, though this time it was less playful. "You underestimate yourself, doll." Her gaze remained fixed on you, piercing and unreadable. "Extraordinary things often appear ordinary to those who possess them."

Rio leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand, her green robe shifting to reveal a pale wrist adorned with a golden bracelet. Dangling from it were two ornaments: one shaped like a human skull and the other resembling a deer’s. The combination struck you as both unsettling and oddly captivating.

"Tell me," Rio said smoothly, "do they obey you? Follow your commands, even without training?"

You nodded hesitantly. "Sometimes. I do not force them if that is what you mean. It feels more like… an understanding."

"An understanding," Rio echoed, her smile widening. "How fascinating. And here you thought it was ordinary."

There was a weight to her words, something that made your chest tighten. It felt as though she were speaking about more than just animals.

Agatha’s gaze darkened slightly, her blue eyes seeming to catch the faint purple glow you had seen earlier. "Do you know how rare that is?" she asked. Her voice was soft, but it carried an intensity that left you momentarily breathless. "Most people spend years training animals to obey even the simplest commands. And yet you do it without effort."

"It is nothing," you replied quickly, looking away. Their attention made you feel as though you were being inspected and measured. "It is not as though I can summon them at will."

Agatha tilted her head, her lips curving into a slow smile. "Not yet."

You frowned, unease prickling at the back of your mind. "What do you mean, 'not yet'?"

Rio’s laughter broke the tension, light and melodic. "Oh, Agatha, do not frighten her with your ominous musings. Our pretty lady here has barely begun to understand herself. Let her take her time." She turned to you, her expression softening into something gentler but less intense. "But you must admit, my lady, you feel it, do you not? That you are different?"

"I…" You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. The truth was, you had always felt different, even as a child. But hearing it spoken aloud felt invasive, like a secret you had not meant to share. Your parents had warned you never to speak of it; their voices tinged with unease and fear whenever you calmed an animal.

Agatha leaned back in her chair. "We knew the moment we saw you," she said, her voice quieter now, almost reflective. "You are not like the others."

The statement made your stomach flip. "What do you mean?"

Rio grinned, but it lacked her usual playfulness. "What she means, my lady, is that you belong in a world far greater than you know. Whether you realise it or not, you were always meant to stand apart."

The words unsettled you, not because they felt untrue, but because deep down, some part of you already knew them to be right.

A boldness stirred within you as though their presence gave you permission to push back—or perhaps you wanted to prove them wrong.

"I have always stood apart," you retorted. It wasn't your nature to boast, but something about their piercing gazes made humility feel like submission. They were clawing at your very sense of self, and you refused to let them win. "People look up to me—not because of this 'magic,' as you call it, but for my knowledge and manners among the nobles. I stand out because I am refined, and there are always talks about me marrying into the royal house."

Agatha grinned like a cat watching its prey. "Oh, there are certainly talks," she purred. "But people also speak of your ‘calming nature’ with animals." She tapped her lips thoughtfully, her gaze gleaming with amusement. "You are quite famous among the nobles. I will give you that."

"You spoke to other households," you stated firmly, your voice steadier than you felt. "Just as you did to my grandfather." You held Rio’s gaze, refusing to falter.

Her warm brown eyes vanished for a fleeting moment, replaced by an obsidian black that seemed to pull you into a void. It wasn’t just unsettling but captivating, like staring into something ancient and unyielding. The sight froze you in place, your chest tightening under its oppressive weight.

"Ohh, a change of topic," Rio cackled, her laughter sharp, almost unhinged—completely unlike the teasing tone she carried previously. But beneath her theatrical amusement, there was a flicker of something else, something deeper. "I’ll play along, pretty lady."

Agatha tilted her head, her sharp eyes narrowing at Rio, though the corner of her mouth lifted into a sly smirk. You could see it—the way Agatha’s gaze softened ever so slightly when it lingered on Rio, the briefest shift in her expression.

Rio reached out and took Agatha’s hand, pressing it against her cheek with exaggerated flair. She gripped it tightly, her fingers curling possessively around Agatha’s. "Our graceful lady here was eavesdropping on my conversation with her grandfather," Rio announced, her voice dripping with theatrical flair.

Your ears burned with embarrassment, the accusation striking too close to the truth. But your eyes drifted to where Rio’s hand lingered on Agatha’s, the ease of their closeness stirring something you could not name.

Rio’s lips curled into a sly grin as she continued, her free hand dramatically pressing against her chest. "I told her to come to the well so I could explain everything to her. And now—" she cast an exaggerated glance at Agatha, her tone mockingly wounded, "—she suspects me of harming her family! Agatha, I’ve been nothing but good, haven’t I? But it seems our dear lady doesn’t trust me."

You stared at Rio, dumbfounded by her audacity. Her words flowed like a river, each one theatrical and laden with mock indignation, yet you could not tear your gaze away.

Agatha brushed her fingers lightly against Rio’s cheek, her gaze flickering between the two of you. Her smile grew sharper as her eyes glinted with wicked amusement. "Oh, she doesn’t trust you? How tragic." Her tone was light, but it cut like a blade. "Although… I can’t blame her. You do have a habit of making yourself look guilty."

"Agatha," Rio drawled, grinning widely, "if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this."

"Me?" Agatha leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. "Never." Her eyes flicked to you, her smile widening as if savouring your discomfort. Yet, there was a flicker of something else in her gaze—curiosity, yes, but also warmth, like embers waiting to ignite. "But you’re right—our lady’s suspicious little face is quite… entertaining."

You stiffened, your pride prickling at their mockery. "I only want to know the truth," you said, your voice faltering under the weight of their combined stares.

Rio laughed softly, releasing Agatha’s hand and leaning closer to you. "The truth," she said, soft but brimming with danger, "is a slippery thing, my lady. Are you sure you can handle it?"

Agatha’s rich laughter followed. "But, my love," she called Rio, the words slipping from her lips with an intimacy that made you forget to breathe for a moment, "I don’t think the truth is too hurtful. You heard her admit it herself—she stands out."

Rio tilted her head, her obsidian eyes glinting with amusement as a satisfied grin spread across her face. "Ah, yes," she purred, her gaze flicking to you. "Our noble lady, destined to shine among the rest."

You stiffened under their attention, your earlier defiance wavering. Agatha’s words rang in your ears, unsettling you in ways you could not fully explain. The affection she directed toward Rio only added to the tension, yet the strange, measured way she regarded you made your chest tighten.

"I only admitted what is already true," you said, your voice firmer now, though it trembled at the edges. "But that does not mean I am blind to deception."

Agatha tilted her head, her sharp smile softening into something almost playful. "Deception, doll?" she murmured, her voice low but teasing. "You sound as though you think we’re plotting against you."

"Are you not?" you shot back, surprising even yourself with the boldness of your tone.

Rio chuckled softly, stepping closer to you, her presence as overwhelming as ever. "Oh, she’s sharp," Rio said, her voice dripping with approval. "But suspicion has its limits, pretty lady. Would you truly have followed me here if you thought I meant harm?"

You hesitated, your lips parting to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Rio’s gaze bore into you, heavy and expectant, and it felt as though the room itself had stilled.

"Enough, Rio," Agatha interjected smoothly, though her tone lacked its usual sharpness. She stepped forward, placing a hand on Rio’s shoulder to ease her back. The movement was casual, but their exchanged glances spoke volumes—silent affection tempered by something deeper.

Rio relented with a soft hum, retreating a step but not before casting a sly smile. "She’s all yours, Agatha. For now."

Agatha rolled her eyes but did not deny the comment. Her attention shifted to you, her gaze softening into something quieter, though no less intense. "Let me ask you something, doll," she began, her voice deceptively light. "This pull you feel—the one that makes you come back to us—do you truly not know what it means?"

The question struck you like a blow, sharp and unavoidable, cutting through the carefully constructed walls of your thoughts. It was the question you had been avoiding, the one that lingered in the quiet moments of the last few days, taunting you with its lack of resolution. Your pulse quickened, a telltale rhythm of unease, as your mind scrambled for a denial—a defence—but none came.

"I…" you began, your voice faltering. "I do not know what you mean."

Agatha’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Of course, you don’t," she said softly, almost mockingly. "But you will."

Rio’s laughter broke the tension, light and melodic. "Agatha, you’re terrible at comforting people," she teased, though her tone lacked sharpness.

"Comforting wasn’t the goal," Agatha replied, her gaze never leaving yours.

And in that moment, despite the tension between you, a realisation bloomed quietly in the depths of your mind. Something unspoken had already taken root, weaving through the three of you like threads in an intricate tapestry. Whatever pull they spoke of, whatever connection lingered in the charged air, it was undeniable.

The silence stretched, heavy yet electric, as the three of you remained locked in place, watching one another.

"Are you two always like this?" you asked at last, your voice breaking the stillness. The question sounded more plaintive than you intended, and to your dismay, it drew matching grins from both women, their expressions a mix of amusement and knowing.

"Like what?" Rio asked, her tone deliberately innocent.

"Intense," you muttered, looking away.

Agatha laughed again, the sound low and rich. "Oh, doll, you’ve barely scratched the surface."

Rio’s hand brushed against yours, the fleeting touch sending a jolt through your body. "And you, my lady," she said softly, her voice dipping into something dangerously sweet, "are far more interesting than you give yourself credit for."

"You two seem far too accustomed to toying with people," you muttered, your words laced with irritation. You were unsure if your annoyance stemmed from their teasing or the unsettling truth lingering behind their words.

Agatha smirked, leaning just a fraction closer. "We’re not toying with you, doll. You’d know if we were." Her voice dripped with wicked amusement, but something about the way her gaze lingered felt heavier, deeper as if she were studying you for a reaction.

Rio chuckled softly, brushing past Agatha to close the space between you. Her presence was all-encompassing, a blend of danger and allure that made it impossible to look away. "And yet, you keep coming back," she murmured, her voice silken, her words wrapping around you like a spell. "Let me speak honestly. It’s not just you feeling this pull toward us. There’s something in you that we can’t seem to let go of, either."

Your breath caught, her words sinking into you like a stone in still water, rippling through thoughts you hadn’t dared to name. In the quiet corners of your heart, a flicker of satisfaction emerged—warm and undeniable. They felt it too. Whatever this connection was, it was not one-sided.

No matter how much you tried to deny it, their presence had become inescapable, entwined with your very being.

"I came to find answers," you said firmly, your tone hardening to mask the conflict within you.

"And we’re giving them to you," Rio replied smoothly, her lips curving into a sly smile. She gestured around the space, the shimmering light reflecting off the water below. "This place? This connection? It’s no coincidence. You were always meant to find us."

Agatha sighed, rolling her eyes as though Rio’s theatrics were too much, but there was no mistaking the slight curve of her lips. "Rio loves to spin a good story," she said, her tone teasing yet sharp. "But there’s some truth to her words, doll. You’re different. And different draws attention."

"Not all attention is wanted," you retorted, narrowing your eyes at them.

Agatha laughed, the sound sharp and cruel, cutting through the air like a blade. "True enough," she said smoothly, tilting her head as her piercing gaze locked onto yours with unsettling intensity. "But tell me, doll, do you truly wish to be ordinary? To slip into the background like everyone else?"

You hesitated, the unexpected question catching you off guard. Her words hammered against your chest, relentless and unyielding, starkly contrasting everything you had been taught.

Do not speak unless spoken to. Be quiet, be submissive. A noble lady should be seen, not heard.

But that was never what you wanted. You never wanted to blend into the background like the other noble-born ladies. The thought of living such a life made your stomach twist. Yet now, under Agatha’s gaze, the truth felt too raw to admit.

Rio stepped closer again, her dark eyes glinting with mischief and something deeper. "No," she said softly, answering for you. Her voice dipped into something dangerously sweet, her smile almost predatory. "You don’t. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you want to return to us."

Agatha crossed her arms, leaning lazily against a nearby pillar, but her eyes stayed locked on you. "You don’t have to admit it now," she said lightly. "We’re patient."

"If we want to," Rio muttered, earning a sharp look from Agatha.

You inhaled deeply, trying to steady the storm of emotions their words had stirred. They spoke as though they knew you better than you knew yourself, and perhaps, in some strange way, they did.

"Why me?" you asked finally, your voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in your tone betraying the tumult of emotions swirling within you.

Rio and Agatha exchanged a glance, the unspoken connection between them palpable. It was as though they were communicating in a language only they understood, and their shared bond was both fascinating and frustrating.

"Who knows?" Agatha said, at last, throwing her hands in the air with exaggerated flair. Her voice was teasing, but her sharp gaze never left you.

"The Fates are peculiar creatures," Rio added, grinning as though she were sharing a private joke. "Temperamental, like spoiled children. They throw tantrums and meddle where they please." Her tone was light, yet the way she spoke of Fate made it sound more like a person than an abstract concept.

"But does it matter?" Agatha’s voice cut through the air, her teasing edge softening into something more contemplative. She tilted her head, her piercing gaze boring into you. "How can anyone truly explain how someone feels toward another?"

The weight of her words pressed down on you, heavy and inescapable. You wanted to demand more, to push for clarity, but a quieter part of you whispered that you were not ready. Not yet.

The following silence felt alive, thick with unspoken truths and lingering questions. Their words echoed in your mind, each one like a pebble dropped into still water, rippling outward. You wanted to refute them, to challenge the way they spoke about you with such certainty, as if they already knew every corner of your soul. But before you could gather the words, something shifted.

Agatha stepped forward, the graceful swish of her robe the only sound in the room. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate, and the air seemed to grow heavier with her approach. Her sharp gaze pinned you in place, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe.

"You’re hesitant," she observed, her voice soft but cutting, like a blade wrapped in silk. Her words weren’t accusatory, but they struck with precision nonetheless. "I can see it in your eyes. You don’t want to believe us."

Your lips parted to argue, but her next move froze you.

A faint purple haze began to swirl around her hand, shimmering like heat rising from a flame. Her blue eyes darkened, the irises shifting to an otherworldly violet that glowed faintly in the dim light. The air around her grew heavier, charged with an invisible energy that made the hairs on your arms stand on end.

With a flick of her wrist, the haze extended outward, enveloping the book that sat on a nearby table. The book floated into the air, pages fluttering soundlessly as though stirred by an unseen breeze.

You gasped, instinctively stepping back as the book hovered between you.

Agatha smiled, slow and deliberate, as the book drifted toward her waiting hand. She caught it effortlessly, the haze dissipating as though it had never been there. Her eyes returned to their usual sharp blue, but the image of their glowing purple lingered in your mind.

"Still think we’re speaking in riddles?" she asked, her tone laced with cruel amusement. She held up the book as if to emphasise her point.

Your heart pounded in your chest. Stories of shamans—their rituals, their mysterious powers—had always been whispered in fables. But never had you seen something like this. Never had you believed it could be real.

"You are a shaman," you whispered, the word heavy on your tongue, laden with the weight of old stories and whispered superstitions.

Agatha’s brows lifted, her lips curling into a sly smile. "A shaman?" she echoed, her tone carrying both amusement and disdain. "Is that what they call it here?" She tilted her head, a flicker of curiosity flashing in her sharp blue eyes. "That’s why…" she murmured, almost to herself, her voice trailing off.

Your cheeks burned under her scrutiny. "That’s what we call those with… abilities," you said cautiously, your gaze faltering under the intensity of hers.

"Shamans," Agatha repeated, testing the word on her tongue like a curious taste. Then she chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, curling in the air between you. "Close, doll. But where I come from, we call it something else. Witch."

"Witch?" you echoed, the foreign word strange and sharp in your mouth, carrying an unfamiliar weight.

Agatha’s smile widened, her blue eyes gleaming with an almost predatory amusement. "It means the same thing, more or less. Though I’d argue it has a far more elegant ring to it." She tilted her head, studying you like a puzzle she was determined to solve. "Does that frighten you?"

You hesitated, her question catching you off guard. Did it frighten you? The display of power, the glowing eyes, the floating book—it had all left you breathless, yes. But fear? That wasn’t the word you would use.

"I do not know," you admitted finally, your voice quiet, almost hesitant. "I have heard stories about shamans my whole life. But I never thought…" You trailed off, unsure of how to put the enormity of your thoughts into words.

"Never thought they were real?" Rio offered, her voice light and teasing as she moved closer, her presence magnetic and unyielding. She leaned casually against the edge of a low table, her dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made it difficult to look away.

"Not like this," you said at last, gesturing vaguely toward Agatha. "Not with power that can… manipulate things."

Agatha laughed, the sound cutting through the charged air like a blade through silk. "Ah, doll, stories rarely do us justice," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "But tell me—does this change how you see us?"

You frowned, her words prickling at your pride. "I do not know how I see you to begin with," you replied, a hint of defiance creeping into your tone.

Rio chuckled, her lips curving into a sly grin. "Fair enough," she said, though her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer.

Agatha stepped closer, her presence commanding as she held your gaze. "You’re curious," she said, her voice soft but certain. "You want to understand."

You swallowed hard, your fingers curling into fists at your sides. "What I want," you said carefully, "is to know why I feel like this. Why I feel… drawn to you."

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and the silence that followed was deafening.

Rio tilted her head, her expression unreadable. "Drawn to us," she repeated, her voice soft. "I believe we already explained it to you as much as we could."

Agatha’s smile sharpened, though there was a flicker of something gentler in her eyes. "You're the only one who can answer that."

You held their gaze.

"I need time," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

Agatha inclined her head, her sharp smile softening into something quieter. "Take all the time you need, doll," she said, her tone almost kind. "We’re not going anywhere."

"Not yet," Rio added with a playful wink, though there was something unspoken in her gaze, something that made your chest tighten all over again.

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daddyfordaeddy · 9 months ago

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Pairing: werewolf! Yunho x f! yn (you can imagine yn as any species, she's kept ambiguous)

Word Count: 1910

Warnings: cursing, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Fluff, smut, supernatural au, werewolf au, E for explicit

Summary: On the week of the solstice, Yunho's rut starts.

Written for @cultofdionysusnet’s winter solstice event <3 took me a bit to get it down lol, and a big thank you to @sanjoongie for beta'ing hehehehehe <3 love u bae

Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), praise, degredation, cum play, breast play, lactation kink (guys ignore the science behind it), knotting, breeding kink, overstimulation, subspace (i think it falls under it), creampie, multiple rounds, pet names

I've never written a werewolf au before so i hope its good <3

You perk up at the sound of the door opening, hearing the tell-tale signs of your boyfriend jingling his house keys as he hangs up his coat. “Yunho, you’re home early,” you call out, finishing up washing your lunch plates and wiping your hands. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong, my love,” Yunho responds, his voice liting. You know the sound well—his pre-rut is starting and you’re sure he’s hard in his pants. “I just got sent home because I started my pre-rut early. Must be the solstice.”

Bingo. The week of the winter solstice is when the werewolves’ inner selves are their strongest, and schedules are thrown off every year. You’ve been quite excited for this year’s solstice rut—the last two Yunho wasn’t comfortable enough sharing that side with you and after long discussions, it will be the first time you spend it with him.

You take a deep breath in before coming around the corner to properly greet your boyfriend, unwilling to make him feel pressured by your eagerness. “Do you want something to eat?” you ask as you wrap your arms around him and tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. “I can make you the beef we have in the freezer.”

Yunho shakes his head, letting it drop to your shoulder. He takes a deep breath in, enjoying the scent of your body wash. “No, not right now,” he sighs through his nose. “I need a moment. You– you smell good.”

You open your mouth to say something but your breath catches in your throat as you feel his growing hardness against your hip. You knew his dick was big, but…it feels…bigger. Subconsciously, you squeeze your thighs together.

“YN.”

Yunho’s voice breaks you out of your fantasies. “Ah– yes?”

“Are you ready?” His voice is strained and you cock your head, confused. His eyes are dark and he licks his lips, neck veins popping as he holds himself back. “Coming home didn’t help with my pre-rut. You smell too good. Too fertile. I need you and I need you to tell me yes or no now before I lose control.”

“Fertile?” Your eyes widen more and you only vaguely remember a conversation held a while ago when Yunho warned you that in his solstice-rut, his wild instincts take over more so than usual and he will be saying and doing some out-of-pocket things. And somehow, it only serves to make heat sear in your core.

“Answer me, YN.” Yunho’s voice dips and your arms tighten around his waist.

“Yes.”

Teeth sink into your neck and your hands scrabble to grip at Yunho’s back, scratching down the skin. You’re sure there will be marks when the morning comes, not that it would bother him at all.

“Shit– Yunho–” you moan, back arching as your boyfriend drives his thick, throbbing cock deep inside you. “Fuck–”

You can hardly get a word out without Yunho rearranging your guts with every thrust. You should’ve known this was bound to happen, with the winter’s solstice landing on a full moon, and in turn, the werewolf’s rut landing on the week of the solstice. Not that you’re complaining about how perfectly Yunho nails each thrust into you.

“Look at you, lying there so perfect for me,” Yunho groans into your neck where he has been littering bite marks all over your skin. You’re sure if anyone who didn’t know the both of you saw it, they’d be worried for your safety. But the deep purple marks only serve to make you proud of your boyfriend. “Letting me use your sloppy pussy to my heart's desire like the whore you are.”

Not a thought exists in your brain as Yunho bites down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, where the old scarring from his mating bite sits. You’re pretty sure you’re melting into the sheets as he grabs your waist and moves you up and down on his twitching member like a ragdoll.

Come spills out of you so easily but Yunho doesn’t stop, just fucking it back into you and letting it foam up around the base of his cock where his knot is slowly growing.

You can’t even count how many orgasms you’ve had at this point, every time you think you can’t, Yunho somehow manages to drag one after another out of your body. The only thing you can feel is Yunho’s cock pounding into you at an unforgiving pace, stretching you out so deliciously.

Your boyfriend has come a couple of times too, your thighs and pussy lips coated in the sticky white substance, but he still hasn’t popped his knot and you know this isn’t going to end until he does. With a groan, you try to shift up, but the bite he has on your skin increases and his hands grip your hips even tighter. “Ah–” you moan, sinking back onto the pillow. You can feel pleasure roll in your stomach and your cunt clench, and you know you’re on the brink of your nth orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Yunho whines in your ear, his thrusts erratic and you can feel the base of his cock swelling. “You’re going to look so pretty carrying my pups, all round and perfect for me. God, I’d fuck you over and over just for you to carry my babies. My little cumdump.”

You moan, his words pushing you over to your next orgasm and you throw your head back in a silent scream. You swear your vision goes white and you can hardly hear anything as your hips and cunt convulse. Through your high, you can vaguely feel Yunho still snapping his hips into you as he moans against your neck.

And just as you come down, you feel him push his thick knot inside you, stretching out your walls even further. As soon as it pops in, you can feel him shudder and his dick twitch as searing come fills you up so full. “Shit–” you groan, grinding down subconsciously at the feeling. “Your knot is so big inside of me, baby.”

Yunho groans, thrusting as much as he can, the slightest bit of cum leaking out around his hard cock. Your thighs are burning but you can hardly feel it, just another addition to the pleasure slowly building once again. You’re not quite sure how much more you can take, but you don’t mind finding out.

Before you can think too much more, Yunho’s mouth travels down until he reaches your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking gently on it. “Oh–” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut at the sparks it sends straight to your core. The way he flicks his tongue around the bud makes you shiver and your hands come up to grasp at the soft strands of his hair.

“These tits are so perfect, God,” Yunho groans around the mound of flesh. “Taste so perfect for me. Look at you baby, I’m affecting you so much in my rut you’re making milk, huh.”

Your eyes widen and they trail down your body to see the milky liquid trickling out of your nipples. “Yun–”

“Hush and let me taste you some more,” Yunho groans, dipping his head to capture your breast in his mouth again.

His voice is deeper than the ocean, rough around the edges, and it sends vibrations through your body. The grip he has on your hips tightens even further and you’re sure you’ll have bruises blooming in no time. Without warning, he bites down on your sensitive nipples and you squeal, fingers pulling at his hair as your cunt grips down on his cock. Without mercy, his fingers immediately come up to play with your unattended nipple, rolling the bud between the digits. You can feel milk streaming out of it and you moan.

“Yunho, please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for, and Yunho chuckles.

“So needy for me again, slut,” he hums around your breast, sharp teeth scraping the skin gently.

You open your mouth to complain, but before any words can come out, you feel a great pressure on your pussy and with a pop Yunho pulls his knot out. “Fuck!” His hips have been slowly grinding into you, knot deflating bit by bit, but it was still big enough to sting when he pulled it out carelessly. But the pain is what you absolutely adore and your mouth drops open as he leaves the tip of his cock in your hole.

It’s still pumping come into you slowly, but with how loose you are after that fucking, you can feel his come pouring out of you. You try to squeeze your legs together to stop the flow and keep the full feeling, but your legs are too jelly to even curl your toes. Yunho just chuckles, bringing the hand down that was playing with your breast to lazily press his come back into you, as well as the milk clinging to his fingers.

“God, you don’t understand how much I want to taste you right now,” Yunho growls, his cock twitching again. “But keeping you nice and full and stuffed is my top priority. Fill you with my pups and keep your tits full.”

Before you can say or do anything again, he slowly pushes his dick back in your wet heat, his knot popping back inside you with ease. Your body is hardly able to react, soft moans and whines spilling out of your mouth.

As Yunho smirks down at you, he scoops up the leftover come on your walls and brings his fingers to his mouth, licking off the sticky remains. “Fuck, you taste just how I dreamed of,” he sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he flashes his sharp canines. “Really should keep you warm and pregnant for me—you’re so impossible, YN. I don’t know how the fuck you do this to me.”

You don’t think he even knows what he’s saying, too drunk on the winter solstice’s power to fully comprehend what he’s saying. You can’t get pregnant from him right now anyways, the birth control you use specifically for multi-species relationships. Plus, his come doesn’t have the right potency until the full moon and there’s no way in hell you’re letting that monstrous cock near you (although you dream about it).

Your thoughts are cast away as Yunho’s hands come up to fondle your breasts again, causing more milk to leak out and he immediately dips his head down to suck at your peaked nipples. “Yunho,” you breathe out, no energy to call out his name even louder, “please.”

The ache of your body is finally hitting you and you’re limp on the stained sheets. The haze in Yunho’s eyes clear up a little and he shifts, keeping his cock in you but slowing his grinding. “You’re so sweet for me, YN, letting me use you like this. You can sleep if you want, I need the knot to go down anyway.” His large hands leave your breasts to brush strands of hair away from your sweaty face. “I’ll wake you up for dinner,” he hums, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

Exhaustion takes over your body and you feel your eyes flutter shut as Yunho continues to stroke your hair. “I love you, puppy,” you mumble, halfway to sleep already.

“I love you too, my moon.”

#cultofdionysusnet #LongNight23 #pirateeznet #kvanity #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #yunho fanfiction #yunho fanfic #yunho smut #yunho x reader #smut

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dontbelasagnax · 2 months ago

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Spoopy (... mostly Monsterfucker-y) Codywan Fic Recs 🌕🐺

This is not a conclusive compilation, just my round-up of faves! Happy Halloween, everyone!!!

[Rated E] Full Moon Blues and the Warmth of the Sun by @anaclastic-azurite

Lovely AU where Cody is a sun elf and Obi-Wan is his werewolf boyfriend who is going through a rut. There is also another work in the series that's rated M :3

[Rated E] Es gibt Wölfe im Wald by @brigittttoo

Super atmospheric magical two parter in which Cody lives in a cabin in the woods and Obi-Wan is a werewolf that lives there.

[Rated G] at the breakers' edge by @wrennette

Nice and atmospheric fic where Cody moves to a cottage by the sea and his neighbor is a wolfman/wulver. Forever lives rent free in my head.

[Rated E] Thicker than water by @galateagalvanized

Look. If you haven't read this already, you need to complete your life and read it ASAP. It's canonverse but Obi-Wan is a vampire. The push and pull between need, want, and denial is delicious. Also, it contains my favorite codywan art ever.

[Rated E] what dreams may come by @biscuityskies

Cody is ass over heels for his PhD advisor, Ben. A spicy encounter at a bar and they decide to hook up. Oh, and did I mention Ben is a vampire? �� This is one for my fellow sub Cody, bottom Cody AND monsterfucker Cody enthusiasts

[Rated T] make a choice by @inkformyblood

Cody wakes up a newly turned vampire. It's in the same 'vers as the next fic rec. Also, though this fic is rated teen... Obi-Wan and Cody definitely start fucking nasty as soon as it fades to black. It is so deeply homoerotic, as every vampire story inherently is.

[Rated E] drink you down by @cillyscribbles

They're vampires. They're grossly in love. They're fucking and sucking. Blood kink galore muwahahaha

[Rated E] Thirty-One Sons, Thirteen Moons by sual

Jango is cursed to keep having children delivered to his doorstep every year. Obi-Wan, a witch, believes he can solve his problem. It only includes um. Fornicating with one of his sons. Cody volunteers. So they move in together. They fall in love. Amazing vibes.

[Rated G] A Taste Of... by @skybreakprimeonao3

More fairytale than spoopy but Obi-Wan is a witch and Cody is a prince. There's a whole series but the first fic is my favorite.

[Rated E] A Hunter For Dinner by @snowywinterevenings

Obi-Wan is a sex demon, the Fetts are hunters. Obviously Obi-Wan and Cody hook up. Vaguely inspired by Supernatural.

#codywan fic recs #codywan

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severinageto · 2 months ago

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When the night stripped him of his leader’s attire, when the day began to sleep, and when stillness reigned around him, Suguru always returned to the same photographs. Like every hipster teenager of the 2000s, the curse manipulator had his analog camera. A Zenit E, to be precise. Always by his side, it was his faithful companion through countless journeys around the world that his strange and curious profession took him on. Well, the camera and…him.

“A photographer is nothing without his muse,” Satoru would say flirtatiously, posing casually, his head resting on his hands, his long legs stretching nearly the full length of the bench, and his lashes, violet curtains shielding the depth of that gaze from any unworthy mortal.

Suguru lit a cigarette and studied that photograph intently. Summer or…spring? His mind blurred the intensity of the sunlight that reflected, scorching and fierce, in those eyes.

He sighed. It couldn’t be any other way, because Suguru firmly believed that Satoru’s eyes were the most captivating and bewildering thing about him. With a blue so intense it seemed to defy the laws of nature, they had an almost supernatural glow, as if they held a fragment of the sky itself or of some impossible ocean. When he looked at them up close, Suguru felt he could get lost in them—no, he could drown in them, as if those two blue abysses could pull him into another world, one where time stopped, and only they existed, sharing a truth that only their gazes could express.

“Come on, Suguru. Is it that hard to click?” Satoru would say, feigning annoyance, while he watched with satisfaction the lovestruck look his best friend wore behind the lens.

“The hard part is something else,” Suguru would mutter, trying to focus on that small pair of galaxies.

Inhale. Exhale. The smoke drifting toward those impossible eyes that stared back from the worn-out paper.

He held the photo up to the light as he lay back. There was something deeply seductive in the way Satoru looked at him, with that blend of curiosity and certainty, as if he didn’t need to say a word to make Suguru feel understood and, at the same time, completely exposed. It was a disarming gaze, light and playful on the surface, but with a latent intensity only Suguru could recognize. In those moments, when their eyes met and Satoru gave him one of those glances, part teasing, part serious, Suguru felt he could see him as he truly was, beneath all his jokes and arrogance: vulnerable, filled with secrets and shared dreams.

Someone only he could truly know.

“Come on, what could be so difficult?” Satoru would ask, opening one of his countless candies. “Do you need my help?” He would chuckle, moving closer to Suguru’s lens.

Suguru swallowed. Satoru knew exactly what he was doing. Satoru, just as he had the first time Suguru saw him, was mesmerizing him with the colors of his irises.

Clicking his tongue, Suguru set the photograph aside. It no longer made sense to think about it. He was there, and he was here. There was a reason, a purpose. No, it was best not to look at it again.

But his eyes couldn’t resist their blue call. He was always astonished by the stubbornness of those eyes, which seemed to shift hues with every emotion. Windows to an unknown universe, they could be mysterious and vibrant, yet also warm when his pupils dilated slightly, reflecting an immense affection. He knew most people felt intimidated by the intensity of that gaze, but to him, it was his refuge, his safe place.

“The hard part is capturing them,” he murmured, as his finger clicked to capture the moment.

“Why, Suguru?” Gojo whispered, pressing his unforgiving face even closer.

Suguru of that time hadn’t answered him. He couldn’t find the words. But ten years later, a longing leader caressed what remained of an image as fleeting as that spring.

“Because, beneath all your energy,” he murmured, recalling those two daring teenagers, “you looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.”

And in those moments, Suguru understood why those eyes, beyond their beauty, were the most captivating thing about him.

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Art by instagram.com/may_illustman

#stsg #stsg brainrot #jjk stsg #gojo x geto #geto suguru #satosugu #gojo satoru #satosugu fanart #stsg fanfic #stsg fluff

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deanscherrypie420 · 6 months ago

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𝑫𝒊𝒕𝒛𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏

A/N: Hi guys! This idea just like.. came to me. I hope you guys like it! Don't worry, I will make more Sammy fics.. Nobody has asked I just figured its been a minute lol. If you enjoy this story, feel free to follow, comment and reblog <3 All feedback is appreciated! Enjoyyy!

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Y/N, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Warnings: Bimbo!Demon reader (Hear me out-), Demon!Dean, holy water, supernatural stuff, devils trap, cursing, shopping spree, sexual dialogue, groping, thigh grinding, edging/orgasm denial, praise kink, smut.

Summary: After running into the Winchesters, you find yourself in a sticky situation. You didn't expect your soon-to-be shopping spree to get turned into an interrogation. Fortunately, after lots of discussion, you convince the group to let you go. Oh how Dean regrets it.

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She was looking into a diner window, using it as a mirror as she reapplied her lipgloss. She carefully patted her lips with the pad of her middle finger, her lips in a perfect "O" shape.

She heard a faint sound of men laughing and adjusted her eyes to see through the glass, now noticing the two men at the diner. She smiled and rested her finger on her bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. She blinked and her eyes went black, staring down at the two.

It was a fun trick she did when she noticed men staring, scaring them to death, only for nobody to believe them. She noticed them stare at each other, the typical startled expression overwhelming their faces.

She turned on her heel and strutted down the sidewalk, a triumphant smile forming on her face. Her eyes were back to their normal Y/E/C color. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, listening to the urgent footsteps that followed behind her.

Y/N turned and grinned, giving the men a flirty wave. "Hi, boys! Can I help you?" She questioned, finding their expressions amusing. "I don't know, Sweetheart. What the hell was that little show you put on for us?" The shorter one asked, moving cautiously towards her.

"Oh, you mean this?" She blinked again and her eyes turned dark, a cheeky smile returning to her face. She expected their shocked expressions, hell everyone got scared. What she didn't predict was the holy water that burned her face shortly after.

She hissed and stumbled back into an alley, "You're gonna ruin my makeup!" She screamed, her hands covering her face as she stepped back further.

"That's your concern? Your makeup?" The taller man questioned, raising his brows in disbelief. She nodded quickly, flicking the burning water off of her hands. "Get the hell away from me! Who even are you?" She spat at them.

"Oh, baby. We're the Winchesters. Some of the best damn hunters you'll ever meet." Her eyes widened when she felt a blade enter her shoulder, a loud whine echoing off the walls.

She gasped and looked down at her now stained tube top, the blood quickly oozing down into the white fabric. "My shirt-!" She was cut off by a hand covering her mouth, the damp fabric hurting her skin. The holy water dripped down and evaporated off of her chest. Her vision went blurry and before she knew it, she was out.

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When Y/N woke up, her head lulled forward. She went to stand up, but was restricted by ropes to a chair. She shouted out and four men entered the room.

"Who are you?" She mumbled, nodding towards the two new faces. "I'm Castiel, the Winchesters guardian angel. This is Bobby Singer. That is Dean and Sam Winchester." The man in a trench-coat explained.

She rolled her eyes, "Well duh, I know who those two are." She said as she eyed the boys. Dean quickly walked towards her, stopping at the edge of the devils trap she was enclosed in. "See this? You're stuck here until you talk." He explained.

"You're tellin' me this girl is a demon?" Bobby asked, a quick, breathy laugh leaving her before he splashed holy water on her. She hissed and cried out, her fists clenching around the wood seat.

"What the hell! What did I do!" She barked, her face scrunched up as the liquid slowly fell to the floor. Sam stood behind her, Dean now standing outside of the trap directly in front of her. She thought it was odd, but didn't have much time to think about it.

"How did you find us, and who are you?" Sam questioned, his fingers curling around the back of the chair. "Find you? I didn't find you, I ran into you by chance."

Sam opened a flask and poured water down the back of her shirt. She screamed, tears starting to pool in her eyes. "How did you find us?" Castiel repeated from the corner of the room. She glanced up at him, her pupils now shot. "I didn't find you..." She barely whispered.

"Name! What's you're name!" The older Winchester hollered, making her flinch back. She glared at him, the fear in her eyes dissolving. "My names Y/N." She answered gruffly, her brows knitted tight together.

Suddenly, Bobby splashed more water at her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep quiet, but was surprised when she heard a yell. She opened her eyes wearily, noticing the steam rising from Dean's arm.

"You're a demon?" She asked, a nervous edge in her voice. It made sense. He didn't step too close to the circle and he didn't carry holy water on him.

"Pretty much, Sweetheart." He rolled his sleeves up, showing her the mark on his arm. Her eyes widened and she felt a bit uneasy. "So why are you attacking me..? We're like the same thing, right?"

"Not even close. He doesn't murder people." Sam answered, moving from behind her and now next to his brother. "I don't kill people? I guess I mean I hurt peoples feelings but I don't kill them!" She protested in a hurry, noticing the older man grabbing a book and whispering Latin under his breath.

"Stop, please! Listen to me! I don't hurt people!" She started getting overwhelmed, her eyes flickering from black to Y/E/C. She was hyperventilating and she bit down on her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Stop! I said stop!"

The room went white, the men grunted as they got back up to their feet. They didn't know what she did, but she broke the devils trap along with half of everything else Bobby owned. Once they were to their feet, they all stared at her.

Y/N was on the ground breathing heavily, curled into a ball on the floor. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, reaching her hands out in front of her to steady herself. She moved to sit down on the floor, an anxious expression evident in her features. "Don't hurt me." She pleaded quietly.

Castiel crouched down in front of her and rested a hand on her knee. "Are you okay?" She nodded and sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of her lip, her eyes a bit puffy from crying.

"You guys are mean." She hiccuped, wiping her eyes with the back of her wrist. Sam raised his brows just like before and he nodded, "Wow. Yeah, uh, I think maybe we can believe her."

Bobby nodded and said something under his breath before stepping out of the room. Castiel followed shortly after, but the brothers stayed to chat with her.

They talked for some time, and she explained why she did what she did. Dean slid his his hand down his face, an exasperated expression following in its wake. "Holy shit, you are one dumb demon. You're aware that that can get you killed?" Sam had to hold back a laugh, shaking his head as he looked down at the floor. "I think she gets that now."

"I wanted to go shopping... You guys ruined my day." She huffed and crossed her arms, turning her face away from the boys. "Alright, Sweetheart. How about I drive you to wherever you were staying, you get cleaned up and then we take you to the mall. How does that sound?" He offered, and her eyes lit up.

"Oh my gosh! You would do that!" She stood up quickly and hugged Dean, her arms squeezing tight around his neck. He was stiff at first but eventually hugged her back, his arms gently squeezing around her waist.

Sam cleared his throat and began slowly creeping out of the room. "I'm not going. You two have fun." He stated quickly before leaving completely. Dean patted her back and she pulled away from him, pecking his cheek before strutting happily out of the room.

Jesus Christ, he thought to himself.

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When they arrived at her hotel, Dean was impressed. It was a fancy joint, tall building and nice decor. He insisted he'd wait in the car as she got ready and she agreed. He watched her prance into the hotel, her heels echoing into the car through the half opened window.

After about forty-five minutes, he heard the now familiar clack of her shoes and he turned his head. His jaw dropped. She was wearing a light pink, cropped tank top along with the shortest shorts he's ever seen. The white straps of her thong hung on her hips above her shorts, making her curves more noticeable.

Her heels matched her jewelry, white rhinestones covering the baby pink material. Her ears were decorated with pink and white-gold dangling earrings, small heart shapes above the two hanging pieces.

She slid into the passenger side door, the scent of her perfume flooding his senses. "Hi! Sorry I took so long. I couldn't decide which top I wanted, but I ended up choosing this one. Do you like it?" She asked as she moved to face him completely. Her shorts rode up the tops of her thighs impossibly higher.

Dean groaned and threw his head back into the headrest, shutting his eyes tight. "What? Do you not like it?" She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out.

"You look fucking fantastic, Sweetheart. Now let's go." He said, not daring to look at her again. She grabbed her phone from her purse and began texting away, quiet giggles erupting from her randomly.

He glanced over, his eyes skimming over her. "What's so funny?" He asked and her smile only grew. "You're gonna pay for the shopping trip, right?"

He closed his eyes and exhaled, reaching his hand over to pat her leg. "Sure thing, Princess." He muttered and she squealed in excitement. She moved her hand to cover his on her thigh, squeezing it in appreciation. "Thank you, Dean!"

"Sure thing." He kept his hand there, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the side of the soft flesh. She toyed with his fingers, pushing back his cuticles and studying his nails. "You could use a manicure." She suggested and he gave her a firm slap on the thigh before pulling his hand away.

"Keep dreamin', Sweetheart." She pouted and dragged his hand back to hers, interlacing her fingers with him. "Be nice to me!" She ordered and he scoffed. "Talk to me like that again and you'll be bent over Baby."

"Baby?" She questioned, leaning towards him a bit more. He pulled the car into park a little too fast, making her slide forward a bit. "The car, Sweetie. Anyway, we're here."

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They had been in the mall for hours, bags weighing down Dean's arms. He had at least a dozen bags on each side. The only thing she was holding was a large slushey.

Once she had finally decided she had enough, she dragged him into the car and ranted about how excited she was to give him a fashion show.

"Are you serious? I just followed your ass around that whole damn building and you expect me to watch you try all that shit on?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Sweetheart, there are like twenty bags back there. I'm not doin' it."

She frowned and glanced up at him, her bottom lip slightly pulling downwards. "Please..." He looked over at her and cursed under his breath. "Fine. Stop looking at me like that."

She giggled and leaned closer, her hands resting on his thigh. "Like what, Dean?" She batted her eyelashes, her fingers gently digging into his leg. He bit his lip and grasped her hands. He shoved her back and she giggled.

When they arrived at her hotel she led him to her room and she took a handful of the bags from him, heading into the bathroom to change. He watched her twirl around in various different dresses, outfits and- Holy fuck.

Lingerie.

She did her little strut through the hotel room, showing him all the different angles of her outfits. He tried hiding the raging boner growing in his pants, but the denim betrayed him.

She smiled when she noticed it, raising a brow. "Oh, Dean." She giggled and slowly walked towards him, the black lace cupping her breasts and pushing them up.

She leaned down and rested her hands on the bed next to him, moving to crawl into his lap. He groaned and pulled her closer, his nails imprinting her hips.

He positioned her so she was straddling his thigh. "What are you doin', Sweetheart?" He asked as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I wanna play with you." She giggled, leaning forward to kiss him.

He completed the kiss, slowly beginning to move her body back and forth, grinding her core against his leg. She whimpered into the kiss, his mouth abruptly leaving hers, moving down to trail bite marks down her neck.

She whined and her head fell back, quiet moans leaving her throat. He pushed his thigh up further and pulled her down harder, making her cry out. Her knuckles turned white from how hard she was squeezing his shoulders, so close to release.

He groaned and one of his hands moved up her back, pulling her head backwards by yanking on her hair. She gasped, clenching around nothing as she moved in rhythm with him.

"Are you close, Princess?" He whispered in her ear, nibbling on the pulse point beneath it. She nodded eagerly and he smacked her ass hard. "Words, sweet girl."

"Y-yes, I'm really- really close." She whimpered out, her thighs squeezing tightly around his. "Good girl." He praised, and she gasped, the feeling in her stomach so close to breaking.

Suddenly, he pulled her off of him, setting her down onto the bed next to him. She protested, incoherent rambles spewing out of her mouth. He shoved his thumb into her mouth, shutting her up instantly.

"Awh, Sweetheart. You look so pathetic. Go back into the bathroom and keep the show going." He told her, and she tried to argue. He just clamped her jaw closed and hushed her. "You wanted to do a fashion show, baby. You better finish it, and then maybe I'll let you cum."

She nodded and stood up, his thumb sliding out of her mouth. She stumbled over to the door and closed it behind her. He sighed in satisfaction, leaning back onto the bed.

"Such a good girl."

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A/N: I Hope you guys enjoyed! It was - also - kind of rushed. Let me know if I made any mistakes <3 Please follow and comment if you liked it :) All feedback is so appreciated! Send requests if you have anything you want me to write about <3

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nieded · 3 months ago

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RR has quickly become my one of my top goto comfort fics (series in this case). I wonder what are yours?

hello! this is a really lovely ask. i'm happy that #rr is a comfort fic for you! i also found a lot of comfort writing it for personal reasons.

i think a highly overlooked fic in fandom that i love is (Slow) Burn, Baby Burn by orchidlocked, E, s1 canon-compliant, 278,780k. i think about this fic a lot, how prior to season 2, it fit so seamlessly into canon, how it made my heart ache, how i related to crowley from the opening chapter just from the way he listened and processed music. there are a lot of challenging things in this story that made me feel uncomfortable but in a good way. in many ways, it made me feel seen.

for other long fics i love dearly, i must also include The False and the Fair by @princip1914, E, AU, 173,064k. it's a captivating story that is brilliantly written. the author is a master at using literary devices and good foreshadowing, so it's technically exquisite as well as just being an incredible story. there's a point in the story (if you know, you know), where i had to put it down, scream, and take myself for a walk.

and

stalwart sun, wily moon by @dustandhalos, M, AU, 369,969k. do you want an incredible art heist story with well-thought-out plot twists, its own accompanying illustrations, and beautiful prose? well, this story is for you! i actually had the pleasure of reading this for the first time as a printed book, which was a special and amazing experience in and of itself.

these two fics above are rec'd a lot (and for good reason!) so here are two more that i rarely ever see.

Curse of the Witchfinder by KitschyKit, M, s1 canon-compliant, 2,244k. i have had many bi people reach out to me about #rr to say they were glad to finally find a fic with good bi representation. well, Curse of the Witchfinder was that for me. and on top of that, i love reading about an older queer because we don't see that in media today. in part, it's because young and sexy sells, but also, we lost a whole generation of gay men to the AIDS epidemic. there's something about this story that undoes me and leaves me completely exposed in so few words.

and

side effects by @darcylindbergh, E, canon-compliant, 7,704k. this is a story about being loved in spite of illness or disregard for illness. it is amazing to me how this is a story about supernatural beings, and yet it feels so human. it's as if someone laid me flat under a microscope.

and so i guess a theme to these recommendations is that i find great comfort in stories that bear the ugliest and most frightened parts of me with love.

#ni answers #good omens fic recs

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in Sept 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup [ @1dmonthlyficroundup ] which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #66 | ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis / Harry -

🩵 Better is the End by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 26k, Greek mythology) Louis stands at the entrance to the labyrinth, and knows that this is the end. No one escapes from the labyrinth. No one can defeat the monster inside and make it back out alive.

🩵 Sugar, Sugar by @parmahamlarrie

(E, 25k, sugar daddy Louis) Meeting your soulmate was the most joyous event of one’s life… or at least, it’s supposed to be. Harry, in all of his 25 year old wisdom, was suspicious of the role fate plays in everyone's lives. He'd rather focus his time dating older men he meets off of a sugar baby website.

🩵 Break (Up)? Coming Right Up! by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

(M, 14k, breakup) Louis promised Harry that they would always be together, but when Harry's dreams get in the way, will Louis be able to keep his word?

🩵 Like A Miracle by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(M, 12k, established relationship) Louis thinks he finally knows what it feels like to be truly nervous now that he has one very important question to ask his boyfriend. Part 4 of Marcel series

🩵 touch me baby, put your lips on mine by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 12k, pwp) the soft and sweet sex party fic with a dash of dom/sub dynamics and a LOT of public sex.

🩵 Smells Like TEAM Spirit by @persephoneflouwers

(NR, 10k, high school) Punk Louis and quarterback Harry have been secretly dating for years. Feeling overwhelmed by his commitments, Harry suggests a short break, fearing he can't give Louis enough time. As Louis reflects on his vulnerabilities, Harry struggles on the field without him.

🩵 This Ain't Red Wine by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 9k, supernatural) the one where Human Louis accidentally finds himself at a Vampire only party which actually turns out to maybe not be the worst thing

🩵 Haunting Beauty by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(G, 6k, ghost Louis) It’s 1988. Harry has just finished his first year of teaching English and looks forward to a relaxed break. Louis is a poltergeist and has different plans for Harry’s summer.

🩵 Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy by not_fitzwilliam / @not-fitzwilliam-darcy

(NR, 5k, omegaverse) When a miscalculated decision leads to an accidental courtship with the sweetest, most gentle alpha, Harry is torn between breaking the alpha's heart and telling the truth.

🩵 we could be enough by @hellolovers13

(M, 5k, omegaverse) Louis never imagined anyone could love him for who he truly is. Then he meets Harry.

🩵 Only Angel by starryhaze / @starryhaze28

(E, 5k, pwp) the one where Louis is in Japan and stumbles upon a boy wearing angel wings

🩵 this cage was once just fine by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(T, 3k, uni) the one where Harry pines for Louis

🩵 A Tight Space by @haztobegood

(T, 2k, shapeshifter curse) Louis startles with a hand to his chest. “What the fuck was that?” “Oh, that’s the cat. I told you Liam found a stray a few days ago. That’s him.” “Are you sure that’s a cat?”

🩵 The Wilds - Timestamps by @jaerie

(E, 2k, omegaverse) The fact of the matter was that they were still bonded. And since they were just like any other bonded pair, Louis really wanted his knot. Part 3 of The Wilds

🩵 we could be the greatest team by 5sexualhomos / @hogwartzlou

(G, 1k, friends to lovers) Imagine your OTP accidentally and unofficially moving in together. Bonus points if they aren't dating at the beginning.

🩵 Singing Like a Bird 'Bout It Now by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(G, 1k, meet cute) Dr. Louis Tomlinson is worn to the bone, but only has a few patients left before the end of the day. One of those appointments takes quite a few twists and turns.

🩵 The Ball Guy by @homosociallyyours

(T, 1k, humor) Harry is an unpaid intern on his first film set, and he's pretty excited to see that his number one celebrity crush, Louis Tomlinson, will be a part of the movie. He's on the call sheet for the day, followed by a very odd addition: a ball guy?

🩵 Wordplay 2024 (series) by @kingsofeverything

Nest (G, 100 words) Harry wakes up first. Tight (NR, 100 words) Louis comes home early. Carry (NR, 100 words) Baby bump. Press (E, 100 words) Louis asks for it. Interference (G, 100 words) Bottom of the ninth.

- Rare Pairs -

🩵 circling the truth by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 3k, Liam/Louis) Liam Payne has met his soulmate. He knows he has, because he woke up with his power this morning.

🩵 'Cause What I Want Came True by @lululawrence

(NR, 1k, Louis/Diego Luna) He’d known Diego was attractive, the few photos he had shared on the dating app had made that clear, but there was something about seeing him in person that made him feel… more.

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lineffability · 10 months ago

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The Serpent Files 🐍

chapters: 5/5 rating: M/E wordcount: 13.9k au: human, the magnus archives

summary: Aziraphale works as the head archivist at Eden Institute. Crowley has been supplying them with potentially cursed artifacts over the years -- until he himself gets entangled in a case that turns him from associate to client...

[ art credit and support credit and 1000 hugs to: @chernozemm my beloved ]

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“Ouroboros. Yes. The introductory statement is meant to be concise, though, akin to a title. You can describe the necklace in detail in your statement, Crowley. Also, I need you to state your name. It occurs to me I don't actually know it. I mean. I'm not saying I want to know your full name, or anything. Just, all these years– erm. You'd have to state it anyway. For formality's sake. We have a system.”

“Sure. So. Name's Crowley.”

“I… know that part. [sighs] Full names, please, throughout.”

“Ah. Anthony J Crowley.”

“I said full names, please. What's the J stand for?”

“Erm. Uh. Just a J, really. Thought it added a certain gravitas, y’know, flair. Je ne sais quoi. Makes people treat you serious, a J like that.”

“Uh. Alright. Well. Anthony J. Crowley, then. I suppose. Seriously? [clears throat] So. Please start from the beginning.”

“Mmmmhhhh wellll. I’ve been coming to Eden for, what, now, six years maybe?”

“I believe so. Yes.”

“Anyway, not like I go here often. We’ve met a handful of times, you and me, maybe nine, ten? I mean, it was ten times. I know. Uh. Not like I counted or anything. Just, coming here, it stays with you a bit, doesn’t it? All that occult shit. Which is why I come here, of course. I’m – what should I call it? A… supplier. Of sorts. I work with – this is confidential, right?”

“Yes. Internal use only. We don’t give out those files. Your words are safe with me. Erm. Us.”

“Good. Right. I work with the Doomsday Group. Can’t really talk about it much, but you’ve heard of them. Shady stuff, crime, theft, trade, religious artifacts, apocalyptic jazz, all that. Supernatural stuff, too, sometimes. Or claimed supernatural. You know I don’t believe in all that. Well. Didn’t. I didn’t believe in it. Now… uh, anyway. Sometimes we get those weird artifacts, right, apparently cursed, so I bring them to you, to, to check, or verify, or call bullshit. Or to lock them away, or whatever you do with them when you buy them off our lot. That’s how we met. Best part of this shit job, really, if I’m being honest. I didn’t ask to be– hm. Wish I could just– ngh. Confidential, right? Wish I could just be done with them. Run off. Can’t, though. But erm. Forget I said that, alright? Please.”

[pause] “You're rambling a bit, de- Crowley. Or should I, should I call you Anthony now?”

“Hell no. I mean – Crowley's fine. You've called me Crowley for years, haven't you? What, now you don't like it?”

“No, no, I do in fact quite – well, for propriety’s sake, the official documentation, I thought – nevermind. So, Crowley, while the background information on your…job is reasonable, might I politely remind you why you’re here? Please talk less about our personal relationship, or at least only insofar as it pertains to the case, and more about what happened to you since… since you put on that necklace.”

“Right. Righty-oh. S’ just, never been in this room before. The tape recorder, all that. I’ve only ever been here as a sort of… co-worker? Nah. You’re not my co-worker, you’re better than that. As a tradesman. So to be here as a client , it feels… surreal.”

“That is understandable. I trust you will muddle through, though.”

“Hey – remember the first thing I said when I came here? Today, I mean.”

[continue reading]

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schlock-luster-video · 1 year ago

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On November 9, 1957, Curse of the Demon premiered in Birmingham, England.

Here's some new Niall MacGinnis art!

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shadowgast-recs-weekly · 1 month ago

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Fics with Supernatural Creatures

This week, we have thirteen fics with vampires, fairies, mermen, dragons and more. Check them out beneath the cut - and don't forget to comment or kudos if you like them!

Ocean Blues by Vailee (3836, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Lonely and trapped Caleb meets Mermaid Essek.

Reccer says: Short but sweet, and happy at the end. With a very sweet sequel too.

thistle and thorn by royalgreen (allyoop) (1612, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb ventures into a deep dark forest --willingly!-- but discovers something more mysterious than expected

Reccer says: really atmospheric and tasty descriptions. there's an open-ended mystery vibe laced throughout that keeps you guessing on what is happening

spare me the brimstone by dawl_and_dapple (4988, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb has been alone for a long time, but he's been a monster for far longer. Essek has never been anything but, and all he wants is to make amends. Neither have ever been particularly good at putting their feelings into words.

Reccer says: It is the first of a series, Essek and Caleb really are two lonely being cursed to an eternity. Tortured souls seeking solace in eachother and sometimes torturing eachother too. The writing is really good and it also hurts very good.

At His Hand by AnaliseGrey (3737, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

The drama is over, but Essek has a want that cropped up thanks to a part of that drama

Reccer says: Vampire Caleb loves Essek, and Essek loves Caleb -- they're so sweet! Also super sexy! (3rd of a series, but can be read alone)

Wishing Coin by Luckyowlsfoot (45913, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Caleb and Essek go to an academy together, except both are secretly dragons!

Reccer says: I liked it!

the fire kept closest (burns most of all) by mousecookie (21822, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death

Caleb has gone missing near a vulcano, he's presumed dead, suddenly the vulcano starts being weird. Essek and Beau go check it out.

Reccer says: Deliciously weird with a happy ending.

till human voices wake us by mousecookie (66080, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Caleb is a merman & Essek gets into a cat & mouse game with him. Has gorgeous illustrations by saturdaysky.

Reccer says: It's like a fairytale, one of the older darker ones, so it has intresting edges but the relationship has a warm and soft side to it too that is really nice

i wish to sleep, (but not) to wake by SaltCore (36740, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Rape/Non-con, Suicidal thoughts, gaslighting

Essek has a charmed life: he has love, friends, and peace of mind. But strange little moments bring up a sneaking, nauseating feeling that something is threatening this paradise.

Reccer says: This fic is delightfully creepy in a slow-growing way that reminds me of really good horror movies. Only this one has a happy ending!

Starling by kaiannae (246866, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Bren, not yet Caleb, escapes Vergesson, taking a fairy with him -- a valuable creature often used as a spell focus. Essek is used to playing the animal most think fairies are. He is also used to pain. Under Bren's care, he is slowly begining to learn that act and hurt might be behind him.

Reccer says: Oh man there is so much to sink your teeth into! The worldbuilding is so fascinating. The hurt is so painful. The wonder of what might come next keeps you on the edge of your seat. Still a WIP, but it is long enough to already have so much packed in. The hints of Essek's true nature are so well written, subtle but plain from and outsider's POV. There has been so much care put into this fic!

the unbridled by MinnesotaBruja (6189, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent

While on vacation to Rumblecusp, Caleb and Essek encounter a hungry sea monster (not the one you think). Come for the tentacle porn; stay for the character study.

Reccer says: Not only is it SMOKING hot, it's also a really great look into Caleb and Essek's relationship and perspectives on each other. Plus it's got Possessek (protective Essek) and Bratleb, two great tastes that taste great together!

The Land is Inhospitable by NKMLN (@ninja-kitty-more-like-no) (12000, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: References to Trent Ikithon’s abuse

Essek accidentally summons a literal ghost of Caleb’s past. Chaos and angst follow.

Reccer says: It’s thoughtful and gentle but also has notes of levity in Essek trying to deal with the overpowered freaked out cat that is young Caleb.

Mouthful of Sanguine Stars by Interrobang (36997, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: None

Essek is a vampire and Caleb is his blood sugar baby. It gets more complicated.

Reccer says: Very hot depictions of vampire biting, the boys being oblivious as usual

Venom by Inanerial (4357, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent

Caleb is a nervous vampire with aphrodesiac venom. Essek is very into the idea of losing control.

Reccer says: Essek gets wrecked as a treat, fun role reversal from the more usual Essek-as-a-vampire

This is one of our weekly communally-generated shadowgast rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation.

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll be have one of our recurring reclists - Hidden Gems! If a fic has fewer than 150 kudos, it counts.

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

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Not Yours to Take

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: In which Dean begs Castiel to take away your memories of him to keep you safe.

Warnings: cursing, use of pet names, canon violence.

A/N: Told from Dean's perspective. Shares some similarities to Cass taking Lisa and Ben's memories.

"Absolutely not," I said angrily.

"Dean...come on. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself on a hunt. You know that," she responded calmly.

"This isn't a normal hunt, (Y/N). I don't want you anywhere near it."

"I don't care. I'm not letting you go alone!"

"I've hunted alone hundreds of times, I'll be fine."

"You just said this isn't a normal hunt. Going alone is a suicide mission. Hell, the whole damn thing could be a trap."

"Exactly!" I yelled. "So why would I put you in danger like that?"

"Our lives are dangerous! We choose to keep fighting every damn day, no matter the cost--why should this be any different?"

"Because I can't lose you!"

She stared at me quietly, sadness etched onto her beautiful face. "Dean..."

"No--don't look at me like that. With Sam...with Sam gone, it's just you and me. You're all I have."

She sighed. "You still have Cass."

I shook my head. "He's never around anymore. Too busy with whatever angel business he's got going on."

"There's no one else to call," she said softly.

I knew she was right--hell, I knew I shouldn't do this alone, but that didn't mean I was going to risk her life. I crossed the short distance between us and gently touched her cheek. "I shouldn't have yelled...but my mind is made up. I need you to stay here."

She looked defeated as her pretty (y/e/c) eyes met mine. I hated seeing that look on her face, but I would rather have her alive and angry at me than dead.

"Fine," she murmured. "Just--for the love of God, be careful."

"Careful is my middle name, darlin'," I joked.

She rolled her eyes. "'Reckless' is more accurate."

I grinned as I placed a soft kiss to her lips. "I'll be back by midnight, okay? I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Dean Winchester."

"I'm coming back, (Y/N)," I said softly. I turned away from her to grab my jacket and my bag, unable to look at her any longer. She was scared for my life and she had every right to be...

We'd been hearing rumblings in the last several months of a supernatural hit that had been placed on my life. Basically every monster was out to get me--I'd become the hunted. I wished Sam was here every day, but he was one more person I couldn't save. I would be damned if (Y/N) was added to that list.

I started to walk out the motel room door when I heard her inhale a shaky breath. I couldn't look at her--couldn't bare to see the worry in her eyes--so I turned my head back in her direction, but my eyes were trained on the floor. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Dean," she whispered.

I walked out the door without looking back, knowing there was no way I would leave if I looked at her.

**********

I made my way to an old abandoned farmhouse just outside of town. We knew there were reports of a demon infestation of some kind. Our intel indicated this was the demons' home base. I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, which intensified the closer I got, but I did my best to ignore it.

I opted to park the Impala about a half mile away to keep the demons from hearing me coming. I walked the rest of the way, staying off the main road.

When the farmhouse finally came into view, I noticed it was completely dark. It didn't look like anyone was home. As I crept closer, I continued to see signs of abandonment and disrepair. There were no indications that anyone--human or not--had been there in a long time.

That feeling in my gut crept back up and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My hunter's instinct told me something was very wrong and I would be wise to listen to it.

Suddenly, my phone began to buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and the screen lit up with (Y/N)'s name. A sense of worry came over me and I answered without hesitation. "Hey baby, you okay?"

I heard muffled sounds on the other end of the phone and my heart began to beat faster. "Babe?"

I listened more closely and I heard what could only be described as sounds of a struggle. I felt a wave of panic wash over me and my grip on the phone tightened. "(Y/N) answer me!" I yelled.

I started running back towards the car, not giving a damn if someone saw or heard me. Whatever was happening to (Y/N) was happening back at the motel--so that was where I needed to be.

I wasn't more than 100 meters from the car when I heard a terrifying sound that cut me straight to the bone. It was clearly a woman's cry of pain--and I knew in an instant it was (Y/N)'s voice.

"(Y/N)!" I yelled into the phone as I ripped open the driver's door of the car and slid in. "(Y/N/N), answer me, please!"

The engine roared to life and I took off in the direction of the motel. There was nothing but silence on the other end of the phone and terror had begun wrapping its icy tendrils around my heart. "Baby, please..." I whispered, not expecting a response.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N) can't come to the phone right now. Can I take a message?" an unfamiliar voice said through the phone.

"Who the hell is this and where is (Y/N)?" I asked angrily.

"She's right here, but she's a little--unconscious--at the moment." The voice chuckled. "Who I am is really not important. All you need to know is I'm here to collect on a bounty."

My foot pressed down harder on the gas and I tried to control my breathing. "Look here you son of a bitch. If you hurt her, I swear to God, I will kill you and everything you have ever loved."

The voice chuckled once more. "The famous Dean Winchester bravado. I had a feeling I would like you."

I had already assumed he knew who I was, but with my suspicions confirmed, my fear for (Y/N) only increased. "I'm the one you want, so why don't you leave her out of this."

"You know, I would, but you've been a very hard man to track down. I figured going after the person you love most would just make my job easier. Now, you'll come right to me."

I knew there was no point in arguing. The panic in my voice when I was yelling for (Y/N) had already made it very clear how I feel about her. "If I hand myself over, you'll let her go?"

There were a few beats of silence before the man responded. "I will agree to those terms."

"Good. I'll be there in 20 minutes."

I hung up the phone and continued to speed towards the motel. I had a feeling that whatever this creature was that had (Y/N) wouldn't have any qualms about ignoring the terms of our deal. I couldn't just go in there and hand myself over, but I also couldn't go in guns blazing. Despite all evidence to the contrary, I'm not suicidal.

I exhaled heavily, mind set on what I needed to do. I didn't want to--I didn't even know if he'd respond, but I didn't have any other choice.

"Castiel," I said aloud. "I, uhh--I could really use your help here."

All I could hear was the roar of the car's engine.

"Come on, Cass--I know you're busy, but this is important. I'm not praying to you just for fun."

Still nothing.

"Damnit, Cass! It's (Y/N). I need you, man. Please." I hated begging, but desperate times and all that...

"I'm here Dean."

I jumped slightly as Castiel appeared in the seat beside me. "I know I called you, but it's freaky as hell when you do that."

"Sorry," he said simply. "You said this was important?"

"Some asshole kidnapped (Y/N) and I need your help."

"Why would someone kidnap (Y/N)?"

"Oh, I don't know Cass--maybe it's because I have a goddamn bounty on my ass!" I said sarcastically.

"I see. They're using (Y/N) to get to you."

"Good job. Now we're all caught up," I grumbled. "I don't know what we're dealing with, but my money is on a demon--probably a group of demons."

"I can see why you called me."

I shot him an annoyed glance, but didn't comment on his statement. "I left her at the motel thinking she'd be safer there--I never thought one of these monsters would come after her to get to me."

"It's not your fault, Dean."

I was surprised he said that--because it was definitely completely my fault. If I had just let her come with me, she wouldn't be in this situation. "Then who's fault is it, Cass?"

The angel remained silent. I sighed and focused my attention back on the road. "We're about 15 minutes out."

"Do you have a plan?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Yeah...it's not a great plan, but it's all I got."

**********

"You're right, that's a terrible plan," Cass commented.

"You got a better one?" When he didn't respond, I continued. "Didn't think so."

"We have no idea how many of them there are."

"I'm aware of that, Cass."

"Just making sure."

"Just...poof out of here so they don't see you. This only works if they think I'm alone."

I could tell he didn't like the idea of me walking into a trap by myself, but we really didn't have another option. When I glanced back over to the passenger seat a moment later, he was gone.

I took a deep breath. "God I really hope this works..."

**********

Ten minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of the motel. I looked around and spotted at least five people milling about outside, all trying to look like they weren't focused on me.

I got out of the car and started walking to the room, heart hammering in my chest. I had salt and holy water in my pockets, and an angel blade tucked into my waistband. I was as prepared as I could possibly be on such short notice.

When I reached the door, I turned the handle and was surprised to find it unlocked. As I stepped inside, my eyes scanned the room as quickly as possible. There were at least four demons in the room and (Y/N) was tied to a chair in the center.

"Dean! So nice of you to join us," one of them said. It was the same voice I had spoken to on the phone.

"I'm here, as promised. So why don't you just let her go."

The demon's eyes flashed black and he gave me a dark smile. "Oh please...you didn't actually think I was going to let her go, did you?"

My jaw tightened and I felt anger bubbling beneath the surface of my skin. While I hadn't assumed he would let her go, I really didn't like hearing it.

"I warned you, you son of a bitch," I ground out. My eyes flicked over to (Y/N)'s unconscious form and I took note of the obvious injuries. God only knew what they'd done to her before I got here.

"Yes, yes, murder, blah, blah, blah," the demon muttered. "Unfortunately, I'd already caused her quite a bit of pain before I made that promise, so there was really no use in keeping it."

My hands clenched into fists and I fought the urge to attack. Four to one were not good odds...nine to one was even worse. I needed Castiel to pick off the demons outside before I picked a fight with these ones.

"So which one are you? Demon #4,235?" I asked.

"I am Ariel," he answered smugly.

I choked out a laugh. "You're the little mermaid?"

The demon growled lowly. "I am significantly more powerful than a mermaid." With a flick of his wrist, I went flying against the wall, unable to move no matter how hard I struggled.

"I really hate Disney," Ariel grumbled. "At least I'll be rewarded for delivering your head on a silver platter."

"That's nice," I grunted. "I hope King Triton is pleased."

Ariel tightened his fist and I suddenly couldn't breathe. This wasn't the first time I'd felt this sensation, but it sucked every damn time.

There was a strangled cry from outside the room and it got the attention of all four demons. Ariel loosened his grip on me and I was able to breathe again. "What was that?" he hissed.

The other three demons shrugged in confusion.

"One of you go check it out."

None of them looked like they wanted to go, but eventually one stepped forward and went outside to check. He left the door open behind him, but he never came back in.

"For the love of Hell," Ariel muttered as he moved towards the open doorway.

"Not Hell," Castiel said from inside the room, angel blade slicing through the skin of the nearest demon.

Ariel's hold on me kept me pinned to the wall, but I felt it weaken as he spun around in surprise. Cass had grabbed ahold of the last demon and sunk his blade into the demon's chest. He glanced up at Ariel and took a menacing step in his direction.

The demon immediately abandoned his meat suit, a massive cloud of black smoke escaping into the night. I fell to my knees as his power left with him, body aching from the intensity.

"(Y/N)," I gasped out as I got to my feet and rushed to her side. "(Y/N/N) can you hear me?"

She didn't respond and I felt a moment of panic as I rushed to cut the binds around her wrists and ankles. She fell into my arms and I picked her up with ease. "I need to get her to a hospital."

"Of course."

"Uh-uh. Don't you leave yet. I know you can't heal her, but I might still need your help."

Castiel looked perplexed, but he nodded and followed me to the car.

**********

I wanted to stay by (Y/N)'s side when we got to the hospital, but the nurses told me to stay back in the waiting room. Castiel took a seat to wait patiently, but I had too much adrenaline to sit down. I paced back and forth for a good half hour, my boots wearing a pattern into the old carpet.

People were giving me odd looks, which I ignored. I was singularly focused on remaining in control of my emotions as we waited for news about (Y/N)'s condition. In the strangers' defenses, I did have a fair amount of blood on my clothes, none of which belonged to me, and I probably looked a little angry--okay, maybe a lot angry.

"Riley," a doctor called from the front desk. It was the name I had given when I brought (Y/N) in.

I practically ran to the doctor, Castiel following behind me. "How is she?" I asked, worry lacing my voice.

"She was quite clearly in a rather violent altercation, but she's going to be alright. She sustained a head injury, as well as several lacerations and bruises, but she's awake and asking for 'Dean'. I assume that's one of you?"

My body visibly relaxed. "I'm Dean."

"Would you like to go see her?"

I nodded and the doctor gestured for me to follow. When Cass tried to come with us, the doctor shook his head. "I'm sorry, but only one person at a time."

I turned to look at him, but Cass waived me on. "Go. She needs you."

I nodded gratefully and followed the doctor to her room. When I walked through the door, I saw the woman I loved lying in the bed, looking smaller and weaker than I'd ever seen her. It was enough to nearly shatter my heart into a thousand pieces.

She looked up at me when I stepped through the door and offered me a soft smile. "Dean," she murmured lowly.

"Hey baby," I said softly. Tears were stinging my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I didn't want her to know how emotional I was feeling in the moment.

"I'll leave you two to talk," the doctor said before closing the door behind him.

I crossed the room and grabbed her hand, giving it a tight squeeze. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"For what?"

"For leaving you alone. I didn't think they would come after you..."

She squeezed my hand and a gentle smile graced her pretty face. "It's not your fault, Dean. Besides, I'm fine."

I nodded and bit my lip. "Thanks to Cass," I admitted.

"Thanks to both of you," she insisted.

I offered her a small smile. "I'm glad you're okay."

She tried to pull herself up into a more comfortable sitting position, but a gasp of pain escaped her lips and she slumped back against the pillows.

"Hey, don't try to move too much. Let me help you."

"Thanks," she mumbled.

I started to help her adjust so she'd be more comfortable. "Lean forward for me, baby, let me fix these pillows."

She nodded and leaned forward, giving me access to the crappy hospital pillows that were wedged between her back and the bed. As I moved them, her hospital gown shifted slightly, revealing her right shoulder blade to me. My body stiffened and I inhaled sharply as I took in the mangled skin where her anti-possession tattoo had once been.

I tried to keep my exterior calm as I finished adjusting the pillows and she leaned back against them, wincing at the pain. My face must have betrayed me, because when she looked up at me, a worried expression crossed her face.

"Dean? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied smoothly. "I just don't like seeing you in pain."

She nodded, but didn't look entirely convinced. I had no way of knowing if she was already possessed or not, but there was one surefire way to find out. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small vial of holy water I had there from earlier in the evening.

Unfortunately, she noticed my movements and her eyes narrowed. "I really wouldn't do that if I were you," she hissed, eyes turning black as night. "You'll hurt your precious (Y/N)."

Anger flared up inside me. "Get the hell out of my girl, you black eyed son of a bitch."

She laughed. "Why would I do that when I'm having so much fun in here? She's in here with me, you know. Wide awake and fighting."

She got out of the bed with shocking speed and sent me flying across the room. Apparently the demon had been faking pain to make me think it was (Y/N).

"You know what the best part of all this is, Dean?" The demon asked as it approached me. "She's going to watch helplessly as I gut you like a pig. I might even make her eat your entrails, just for fun."

I winced as I pulled myself into a sitting position. I was getting really tired of being tossed around like a damn rag doll. "I think you underestimate her," I said with a grunt of discomfort.

"The fight weakened her before I ever possessed her. She's not strong enough to overpower me." The demon leaned forward and grabbed my face in its hands. "You're not much of a threat either without your little angel pal--and you won't do a damn thing to hurt your beloved (Y/N)."

The demon was right about one thing--I wouldn't hurt (Y/N), at least not irreparably. I still had the bottle of holy water in my hand and I made the split section decision to toss it into her face. "Sorry, baby," I muttered as the demon jumped back in pain.

I managed to get to my feet, but the demon flung me against the wall again, holding me still with its power. I managed to gasp out (Y/N)'s name before the demon began to suffocate me.

I stared at the face of the person I loved most in this hellscape of a world and silently pleaded with her to wake up--to fight back. I didn't want to die, but more importantly, I didn't want her to have to live with the guilt.

I was starting to fade, I knew I was going to black out soon and then it would be all over for me. I struggled against the power that held me in place, but it was useless. I saw the demon pull a knife out of a bag of (Y/N)'s clothes. I recognized it instantly as the knife I'd given her as a gift when we first got together. Fitting that it would be the weapon that kills me.

The demon began to approach me and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was truly about to die. What was worse was the accompanying fear along with it. Would I be going back to Hell? Would (Y/N) be okay without me? Would I get to see my brother again?

Suddenly, the demon's black eyes flickered back to (Y/N)'s normal (y/e/c) ones. Her hand shook and she dropped the knife she was holding, a strained gasp escaping her throat. The demon's power over me faded in an instant, and I sunk to the floor, gasping for breath.

"Dean," she gasped, her face contorted in pain as she struggled to hold the demon at bay. "I can't--I can't hold him off much longer."

"Cass!" I yelled, trying to summon the angel for help.

"Exorcise him or kill me," (Y/N) begged. "I can't let him kill you, but I'm not strong enough to maintain control."

I suddenly wished I'd paid more attention when Sammy tried to teach me Latin...at least the words to the damn exorcism. "I can't remember the words," I said in distress.

"Then you have to kill me," she pleaded.

"I can't. I won't."

"The demon--it won't...won't let me recite the words."

"Son of a bitch," I muttered under my breath. I pulled myself off the floor and took a step towards her. "Hang on for me, baby. Please."

She nodded and I turned my back to her to open the door. I stuck my head out in the hallway and saw Castiel sitting patiently at the other end. Clearly no one had noticed the commotion happening in this room, including the angel. I stepped out into the hallway and waved to him, hoping he would see me.

Cass looked up at me and I waved to him, motioning for him to come here immediately. He stood up and started walking towards me and I gestured for him to come to the room. I ducked back in and closed the door. A second later, Cass appeared inside the room.

"What's going on, Dean?"

"She's possessed."

"That's not possible."

"The demons cut off my anti-possession tattoo," (Y/N) said through gritted teeth. "So, a little help would be nice."

Castiel fixed his gaze on her and his eyes widened slightly. "I can see the demon within you."

"That's disturbing," I muttered. "Get it out of her."

"I can't without killing her."

"What? Use your mojo, dude. That's what you do."

"Haven't you ever noticed my 'mojo' as you call it burns out a person's eyes?"

I thought back to all the times I'd seen Cass kill a demon and realized he was right. "Shit."

"Do you know an exorcism?" (Y/N) managed to ask. "Preferably a fast one."

"I know where I can get one." With those words, Castiel disappeared into thin air.

"Not a great time to disappear, Cass!" I yelled at nothing.

"He'll be back," (Y/N) said. "I think."

"Are you okay? How much longer can you hold him off?"

"He's really strong, so not much longer. Also, he really doesn't like you."

"Most demons don't," I said with a shrug.

"He keeps muttering something about the little mermaid. I don't know why."

My eyes widened slightly. "Well I do. His name is Ariel...and I may have made a little mermaid joke when we met earlier."

She managed a weak laugh. "A demon named Ariel. Awesome."

In any other circumstances, I would have laughed with her, but I was too worried to appreciate the humor.

"I have the exorcism," Castiel said as he reappeared beside me.

"Great!" I grabbed the book from his hand and realized it was my dad's journal. I held the leather tightly as I began to read the words from the page. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarii..."

The more I read, the more intense (Y/N)'s struggle became. She fell to her knees and cried out in pain, but I kept reading. I needed that demon to get the hell out of her body.

"Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te! Adinos!" The moment I finished speaking, (Y/N)'s head flew back and black smoke escaped her mouth.

After a few seconds, her body collapsed on the floor and I rushed to her side. "(Y/N)!"

She lifted her head and her eyes met mine. She offered me a weak smile and said, "I'm fine."

I breathed a sigh of relief and helped her off the floor and back into bed. "Cass, go grab an anti-possession necklace from the trunk of my car."

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Cass was gone.

"I feel like I owe you another apology," I said softly.

"For what?"

"Well...you didn't exactly get my first apology and I also need to apologize for letting you get possessed."

"You didn't let anything happen, Dean. None of this was your fault. Shit like this happens to people in this life...I know what I signed up for."

Cass reappeared with the necklace before I could respond. I took it from him and placed it around her neck, breathing a sigh of relief once it was in place.

"I will wait outside," Cass announced. He disappeared again before either of us could say a word.

"Angels," I muttered under my breath, earning a light laugh from (Y/N).

I turned my attention back to her and I sighed. I hated seeing her like this--I hated seeing her hurt and in pain. It made me want to kill whatever had caused her pain, only this time it was all my fault.

"Dean, I wanna go home," she whispered.

I wished more than anything that we had an actual home to go to, instead of yet another shitty motel. I wished I could give her the life she deserved, but I knew that would never be in the cards for us.

"Alright," I murmured, placing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Lemme talk to the doctor."

**********

We drove for over an hour to a slightly nicer motel in another town. I didn't want her recovering in that rundown place--the same place she'd been attacked and possessed.

(Y/N) was asleep in the backseat when we arrived, having fallen asleep almost immediately after leaving the hospital. Cass and I had ridden in silence the entire time, allowing me to have time to think.

I got us a room while Cass waited with (Y/N) in the car. When I returned, I gently woke her up and helped her into our room.

"I wanna take a shower," she stated. "I feel disgusting."

I knew the feeling, so I agreed to her request even though I was worried about her falling. Besides, I needed some time to talk to Cass alone.

I helped her into the bathroom and started the shower for her. She refused my help any further and shooed me out of the room. "I'm weak, Dean, but I'm not an invalid."

I chuckled and threw my hands up in surrender. "Just yell if you need me."

She waved me off again and I walked out of the bathroom, leaving her to her own devices.

Cass had sat down in a chair near the door and I made my way towards him. I didn't want to have this conversation...I didn't want to ask of this of him, but I didn't see another option.

"Thanks for coming to the rescue today," I began.

"You know I will always help you," he responded.

I nodded. "I actually need your help one more time before you go."

"With what?"

I took a deep breath. "This bounty thing--the price on my head--it's putting the people I love at risk. More risk than I ever imagined." I started pacing back and forth as I spoke, letting the words just flow. "What happened today just solidified it for me, ya know? I'm obviously living at risk every day of my life, but that doesn't mean I should be dragging other people into it. I mean, look at all I've lost so far--you and (Y/N) are all I have left."

I paused, needing a minute to just breathe. "My worst fears almost came true today. (Y/N) was hurt because of me...she could have died because of me. Then she was possessed by a demon who wanted to kill me? Imagine if he'd been successful! She would have had to live with that guilt the rest of her life and it would have killed her. I don't want this for her--any of it. She deserves better and I need you to give it to her."

I sat down on the bed facing Cass with a sigh. My head dropped into my hands and I felt tears pressing against the backs of my eyelids.

"What is it you're asking me to do?"

I stayed silent for a moment, taking those precious seconds to make sure this was the right decision. When I was certain, I looked up at my friend, sadness etched into my face. "I need you to take away her memories. I want her to forget about this life--to forget any of this exists. I want her to forget about demons and angels and all the shit that goes bump in the night. I want her to forget about the death and the pain and the endless battles. I want her to live a happy, normal, safe life--far away from this...far away from me."

Cass stared at me in silence for a moment. Neither one of us were aware our conversation was no longer private--the shower had turned off over a minute ago.

"Do you understand what you're asking? She will know nothing of this life, which means she won't remember you."

The tears finally pushed through my mental block and slid down my face. "I know. I hate the idea of her being out in the world loving someone who isn't me, but I can handle it because she'll be safe. She'll be happy. She needs to forget me...or she'll never be safe."

I heard the bathroom door open and I quickly wiped my eyes, trying to hide the pain I was feeling. I turned towards her, trying to put a smile on my face, but it slipped away the moment I saw her expression.

She was standing there, hair wet and dripping, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. Her eyes were filled with sadness and a pain so deep it broke my heart.

"Castiel, will you give us a minute, please?" she asked softly, but firmly.

"I'll just be...outside," he muttered as he disappeared.

"(Y/N)--"

"No, Dean. This is my time to talk," she said cutting me off. "Sometimes you make me so incredibly angry--like a violent level of angry I didn't even know I was capable of. You're so...so...arrogant. So certain you're right and every one else is wrong. You make decisions without stopping to think how those decisions affect other people--you make decisions on my behalf without even consulting me. Do you ever stop to think about how I feel?"

"(Y/N), I--it's for your own protection--"

"Damn my protection, Dean! And damn you!" she yelled. "You don't get to decide for me. You don't get to determine my life path! You don't wanna be with me, then that's your prerogative, but don't you dare make that decision for me. I chose this life with eyes wide open. I knew the dangers, I knew the risks, and I chose it anyway. I chose you, Dean Winchester, knowing everything that comes along with that."

I starred at her in stunned silence--I'd never seen her this angry before.

Tears streamed down her face as she continued. "I have loved every moment of our life together--the good and the bad. I wouldn't choose anything else, certainly not a 'normal' life. I love hunting monsters with you. I love saving people with you. I love traveling the country with you. I love living in shitty, dingy motels with you. I love getting into fights, coming home bruised and bleeding, battling our way through everything that comes our way. Do you know why? Because I'm with you--because I love you. So don't you dare take my memories from me, Dean Winchester. They are not yours to take."

I stood up and crossed the room with surprising speed. I wrapped her up in my arms, holding her tightly to my chest. She leaned into me, ignoring the pain her body was in. I kissed her on top of her head and held her for a long time before she finally pulled away from me.

"I just want to protect you," I whispered.

"I know, Dean...but the safest place for me will always be right beside you. There's no place else I'd rather be."

I touched her face and closed my eyes, just feeling her warmth emanate from within. I knew I couldn't live without her--at least not happily...I needed her more than I ever cared to admit. I wanted to protect her--to keep her safe, but maybe she was right. Maybe the safest place for her was in my arms. I would die to protect her--I would kill to protect her. Who else would be willing to do that?

"I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and I'm sorry."

She smiled up at me. "I love you too, Dean...and I know you are. Just don't try that shit again."

I chuckled lightly and leaned down to kiss her. Part of me hated admitting she was right, but I knew from that moment on, I would never let her go. Never.

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