#hope they can move forward and heal now that the cases are over and they're free

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Trimax Thoughts Vol. 3 Pt. 2

Oh boy. So this might be a little silly but I can't stop thinking about the face. I want to give my own interpretation of it because I did notice something earlier on that I think gives it a bit of context.

Yes, it's this face.

Ok. First off, this is undoubtedly a fond look. Unbearably fond, if you ask me. His eye is dark; there's no fear, shock, or feelings of being unsettled. There should be no contention at this point - he cares about Vash.

But the actual feelings expressed by this face are mixed. If you hold up your hand to cover the left side of his face, you'll find a closed eye and a smile. Cover the right side and you'll see an open, half-lidded eye and a small frown. The overall effect is conflicting.

All throughout this volume, Wolfwood has been struggling to come to terms with what Vash is, how he can have seemingly no survival instinct (which directly challenges his worldview), and, importantly, the concept of immortality.

We can split up this immortality concept into two types of immortality. The first is immortality of the self - that runs directly counter to the survival instinct that comprises much of the core of his worldview, and so entities that seem to display proof of immortality are unsettling to him (even more so in Vash's case, since somehow his pacifism survived all this time...).

Immortality of the self is disturbing yet possible to Wolfwood. It is something he can prove through mounting evidence and disprove with a gun. And to have Luida tell him that Vash's use of his immortality is not for healing or fixing himself but purely for others - that's important, because up until that point, Wolfwood had done mental gymnastics to convince himself that Vash could afford to jump into danger because of his immortality, something Vash even refuted earlier ("I don't do this for fun, you know.").

But Wolfwood is not fully convinced until he sees Vash's smile again.

Their entire dynamic started off with Wolfwood immediately noticing Vash's smile hides his pain - but what he's now realizing is that Vash's smile helps him move forwards in spite of the pain too. It's not a mask, it's his armour. It's his way of shielding himself in the same uncaring world they all inhabit. Vash's decision to choose kindness over and over then, isn't because his immortality means he can, but because it is necessary for his survival. It's not a whim, it's something he believes in. These are his ideals. They're genuine.

That's worth the right side's smile. He may still not understand what Vash is - but who he is, as a person, is rather straightforward.

And now, for the other type of immortality - immortality of ideals. Unfortunately, there is no wavering on this front, because there is no way to definitively prove that an ideal will survive, especially in a harsh world like this. Wolfwood's cynicism is on full display.

"Ya can keep on walkin' down this road 'til ya bite the dust. Nothin' will change."

To Wolfwood, ideals can never be immortal, not in a world like this. Vash's efforts seem fundamentally hopeless to a man with no hope.

And so, the left side of the expression; that bittersweet frown. Being unsure of Vash's intentions in the Ninelives scene, Wolfwood is able to appear rather darkly satisfied - he understands a truth of the world that Vash (apparently) does not. He's "won" the argument against Vash's apparently incomprehensible foolishness. Except then he comes to understand that Vash is genuine in his intentions and in his kindness, that he needs to believe in it himself, and suddenly there is no deriving any of this cynical satisfaction anymore.

Wolfwood is still convinced he's right, but now, that takes on a more tragic context.

Vash is good. His ideals are good. And, according to Wolfwood, nothing good lasts.

To me, this bittersweet expression reads as fondness from Wolfwood for Vash, for his kindness and persistence in the face of everything... but it's complicated by the certainty, in his eyes, that eventually, these ideals will die, either when he inevitably succumbs to the world's cruelty, or, what's seeming more likely at this point, when Vash dies himself.

Wolfwood has been sticking around closely with Vash. He might have to watch this happen. He doesn't want to watch this happen. But he thinks it's inevitable. Kind things don't grow.

...or I may just be dramatic and reading into it too much. But that's what I got from it.

[lloydfrontera]

Is the end of CPSM is more bittersweet than TGED ?

What happened with Rakiel and Damian?

What happened with Llyod and Javier?

yes. absolutely. it's not a tragic ending by any means, but it is much more bittersweet even if bk moon does try to end in a happy and hopeful note

full spoilers under the read more

in tged the ending was pretty straightforwardly happy. i have many, many, many thoughts about why the ending kind of sucks a little bit after ch 401 but the important part is that after lloyd sacrifices his life to keep his loved ones (specifically javier) safe, it doesn't take that long for him to be able to come back and he gets to live a full, happy life surrounded with people he loves until he eventually dies of old age (and is then elevated into being an archangel by his codependent bestie but like. details.) so while lloyd's self-sacrifice is pretty heartbreaking everything resolves so quickly and neatly that i wouldn't even really call it bittersweet.

that doesn't happen with cpsm. when rakiel sacrifices himself to stop acheros, he's gone for nine years. and while the people who love him, like damian and asterion, never quite lose hope of bringing him home one day, trying over and over to find him even while risking their lives in the process, he's still gone that entire time. they still have to move forward without him. rakiel was the biggest loss that day but by no means was he the only one. even nine years later and with the dragon king, the archangel and king of hell working non-stop that entire time, the world still hadn't been fully repaired from the damage acheros inflicted on it. the three more powerful beings in existence are right there and they cannot help to bring rakiel back because the entire world is depending on them to fix everything else first.

and when rakiel does come back, he's no longer human. his hopes of living a normal and quiet life, of having children and then grandchildren, of eventually growing old and peacefully passing away are gone. he's now the demon king. he's immortal. he's going to live and live and live while everyone around him (besides damian) doesn't. bk moon very carefully doesn't touch this topic in the ending, probably because he didn't want to sour what's meant to be a happy ending but it's a pretty inevitable conclusion. he makes it very clear through lloyd and even a little with javier that being immortal it's not really all that great. especially in this universe where time passes differently in other realms.

so while rakiel manages to come back it's not without a price and in this case the price was becoming an immortal surrounded by mortals. and this is especially heartbreaking for someone like rakiel, someone who dedicated his life to healing and saving people. being stuck watching people pass away without being able to do anything about it, because there's just simply nothing to do, not against the passage of time itself, is pretty rough for everyone but especially someone like that.

of course it's not all sad! the ending is actually pretty sweet and hopeful, because now rakiel gets to spend his time doing exactly what he loved, running his clinic and helping people without worrying about almost anything. plus he does get to keep damian with him for the rest of eternity. and there are other immortal beings out there to keep them company. they hang out once a year to have dinner together. he even gets to have kimchi. life is pretty great overall.

so while the curse of immortality is hanging over his head and the eventuality of losing all his loved ones to time itself is inevitable, for now he gets to be happy. and he gets the rest of eternity to figure out what comes next.

as for what happens with lloyd and javier. they're fine. they got to hang out for almost a decade in the mortal realm and cheongi is making them have dinner at her house once a year so they can see each other more regularly than they did before. lloyd does mention he'll have to go back to heaven to be nagged at by his wife for being one nine years which. okay. but they'll be okay too.

[sky-fire-forever]

Happy Friday and welcome to the DADWC! How about something for Fenris/Anders/Hawke. Maybe something pre-establishing a poly relationship with mutual pining if that inspires anything. :)

Thank you so much for the prompt!

My Hawke in this is Scorpius, who uses they/them pronouns.

Hawke is absolutely smitten with Anders. Anders is absolutely smitten with Hawke. Everyone can see that they're utterly obsessed with each other.

Fenris especially can see how in love the two mages are. He notices it on every mission they go on together. He notices whenever Anders has to carefully heal Hawke when they're injured. He notices all the fucking time.

And it hurts. It hurts that he'd almost had what Anders now holds dear, but he'd pushed Hawke away. He hadn't been ready and he missed his chance. Now it's too late. 

He knows that it's his own fault, that he can only blame himself, but he wants so desperately to blame Anders. He wants to be angry with him, to hate him.

But he can't. He knows what Anders sees in Hawke and he can't blame him for taking what was freely given.  

“I just don't see what they see in him,” Fenris says. “He's rather… intense.” He gestures vaguely with his bottle.

Isabela snorts. “And you aren't?”

He scowls at her before bringing the bottle back to his lips. 

“I'm just saying.” Isabela holds her hands up even as she grins from ear to ear. “But if you want my honest opinion? I don't think you have anything to worry about.” 

“I'm not worried,” Fenris says with a scowl. 

“Sure you're not. That's why you keep pining after Hawke like a lost puppy.” 

Fenris rolls his eyes and takes another sip. “I am not pining.” 

Isabela fixes him with a look. “If you were any more obvious, they'd be able to see your pining all the way in Orlais.”

Fenris glares at her and considers throwing his bottle at the wall with the others he's tossed there, but decides he'd rather drink it. 

“On the bright side, Hawke isn't any more subtle.” Isabela takes a long sip from her own bottle and sets her feet on the table.

Fenris cocks his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Isabela raises an eyebrow. “Don't tell me you haven't noticed.”

“Noticed what?” Fenris doesn't have the first clue what Isabela is talking about. It's entirely possible that she's just fucking with him.

“Hawke’s in love with you,” Isabela says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. 

Fenris’ heart skips a beat. “They're not.” He hopes he sounds more blasé than he really feels. 

“Yes, they are.”

“Why do you think that?”

Isabela rolls her eyes. “Because I'm not blind.” She leans forward. “They've been all over you since I first met you both.” 

Fenris remembers how obvious Hawke used to be with their affections. How they'd flirt with Fenris at every opportunity and would find any excuse to throw an arm around him or to brush against him. It'd been nice to feel so sought after, so desired.

Things have been different ever since Fenris walked away. The night memories started creeping into his mind without permission, putting a stain on everything he and Hawke shared. 

Hawke doesn't flirt so obviously anymore. Doesn't touch Fenris so often. They've drifted away from him and Fenris feels the absence like a cavity in his soul.   

“Perhaps they used to be,” Fenris concedes. “But things are not the same as they used to be. Hawke has moved on.”

He thinks of how Hawke holds Anders’ hand whenever they can get away with it. How they stare at him like he hung each star in the night sky. 

“What, because they're fucking Anders?” Isabela laughs. “That doesn't mean they're over you.”

Fenris can feel how his heart flutters with hope that isn't deserved. Is Anders just his replacement, a balm for the wound Fenris left behind?

But even as he has the thought, he knows that it isn't the case. Hawke loves Anders. Loves him more than anything and Fenris would be a horribly selfish man to try to get in the way of what they have.

“They love the mage,” Fenris says and he can hear the hint of bitterness that seeps into his voice without permission. 

“Yes, they do,” Isabela agrees readily. “They love you too.”

Fenris stares at her in bewilderment. 

“Oh, come on.” She leans back in her chair. “Hawke’s big enough for both of you.” 

Fenris feels his cheeks warm. “Their size is hardly the issue,” he mutters. “The problem is–”

“The problem is that you turned them down. You ran away when they asked for more than you were ready for, so they're giving you the space you asked for.” She speaks like she's explaining a difficult concept to a small child. “Hawke is still crazy about you. And it's not like they're exclusive with Anders.”

That's news to Fenris. “They… aren't?”

“Of course not. Why do you think I find myself in their bed every other week?”

That sends Fenris’ head spinning. “I wasn't aware that the three of you were involved.”

“Oh, it's nothing like that.” Isabela waves her hand dismissively. “It's just sex.” 

“Then I don't understand your point.” Sex is very different from a relationship. Fenris doesn't want just sex from Hawke and he definitely doesn't want sex he has to share with Anders. 

Isabela rolls her eyes. “You really aren't getting it? They're not exclusive. If you talked to them, I'm sure Hawke would love to have you both.”

The idea of Hawke wanting Fenris and Anders both hadn't crossed Fenris’ mind until tonight. Until Isabela started putting these ideas into his head. How would that work? Could it work?

Fenris shakes his head. “You don't know Hawke’s feelings,” he says. “The opportunity for us has passed.” 

Isabela sighs and looks at him with something like pity. “If you say so.”

That's the end of the conversation, but it lingers in Fenris’ mind long afterwards. The next day, he thinks he catches a glimpse of a longing look Hawke sends his way.

Or maybe he's imagining it all. There's no chance for Fenris and Hawke, not as long as Anders is in the picture. Fenris can accept that.

He has to accept that. 

[apenitentialprayer]

Lmao, I swear to God social media has emboldened some psychotic "Christians" way too much, making them think it's fine to spew crude words and insults around then pretend they're the good guys here.

Is this in reference to people calling that woman a whore and a slut and worse, or me calling those people in general dickhead and that one guy in particular a sanctimonious prick? In the case of the latter, well, I should probably apologize.

The thing about righteous anger... the anger tends to last long after the righteousness has been burned away by that anger. Everyone wants to be Jesus flipping tables in the Temple, but very few people have the purity of heart and moral caliber to do that. It's just another form of judgment, an usurpation of the role that belongs to God, but more insidious because you think you're championing a cause when you have no way of doing anything constructive. So maybe I should be sorry. I hope you'll pray that I will be, in that case.

But as for the general gist of what I wrote last night, I stand by that. If this woman is to be believed, and I don't see why I should be super skeptical, she is someone who sinned three years ago without any suspicion. She could have left it be, buried in the past. And instead, after three years, she made the first move towards repentance. And she was punished for it. And if we're going to punish people who come forward to repent, even of those whose sins are odious (surprise, surprise; what else is repentance for, if not for those things?), then we're creating an environment that encourages people not to confess.

Nancy Eisland wrote, In Christian tradition, the acknowledgment of sin is not a shameful thing; rather, it opens a space for the inflowing of grace and acceptance. And, looking at last night, boy, we really failed at that, haven't we? We're giving out Ls and calling people whores. Because it's much more fun to flip tables over than it is to take pleasure not in the death of the wicked, but rather that they turn from their ways and live. That's a sin we're all personally guilty of, myself included.

There's a book called The Divine Pity, by a Dominican priest named Gerald Vann. And I'm hearing these condemnations, this unpitying "she got what she deserved" attitude, and I can't help but think of a particular passage in that book;

For pity is indeed the corollary of humility and penance: you can no longer, if you have learnt the sense of sin, speak of your brother with arrogance as a sinner. We are each responsible for all. You will not say, when you see some sort of evil done, "There but for the grace of God go I"; you will say "There go I." You will not say "How these are hurting the heart of Christ," but "How I in these are hurting the heart of Christ." For you will know yourself implicated, responsible; and there will be shame and sorrow in your pity because you have not done more to avert evil, have not perhaps even prayed for those who are the immediate cause of the evil. But you will hardly think in terms of praying for sinners: you will think of praying for others, and especially if praying for your sin in others: these, you will say, have gone astray and perhaps are at war with the Good, but why has not power gone forth from me to help to heal them, as it went forth from Him who has sent me to be a bearer of His power? These are searching for God, and are miserable because they cannot find Him, and have I even prayed that they may find Him?

(p. 129, bolded emphases added)

I am personally guilty of unwittingly shaming and humiliating and hurting an adulterer, an adulterer who I care very deeply about, because I refused to see adulterers as people I could love, people deserving of my pity. And I was a fool, because I couldn't even imagine an adulterer in the abstract and say "There but for the grace of God go I." And even that's not enough. Because I have fallen short of the glory of God, I even now poison the Body of Christ that I am a part of with my own failings, and so I must look at my sister-in-Christ and say There go I. And if that's distasteful to me, and it is, then it's a moral failure on my part, a failure to imitate my Lord who for our sakes made Himself a curse, who became sin.

[ratcandy]

Subcon Forest Analysis

Hi everyone I'm here to spill my aggressive overflowing thoughts on Subcon Forest and what it represents because it's been driving me insane since I finished the Sleepy Subcon time rift. Okay let's go. Obvious spoilers for AHIT ahead so proceed with caution.

This is also very, very long.

Disclaimer/warning: I will be discussing abusive/unhealthy relationships in this analysis. I mean. Vanessa. Come on. Also, there is a section on the nooses, and that delves, of course, into mentions of suicide. It will be sectioned off and easily skipped, but if you'd rather be safe and skip the entire post, that's completely understandable! Please stay safe. <3

Alright. Main point to be had here:

Subcon Forest is a giant extended metaphor for Snatcher's mind and character.

You all get to now listen to me spout nonsense about metaphors and symbolism because I'm a sucker for analysis and I'm given an opportunity to go ham. So perish.

The Ice

Let's start with the most obvious and most glaring thing in Subcon. The ice. It's everywhere. Not just outside Vanessa's manor, either; no, it's throughout the village, too. Shows up in the well and in random locations sprinkled about. When it comes to literal plot, we know that ice is just what lingers after Vanessa's wintery curse on Subcon. But going deeper and analyzing the meaning behind it?

Well, let's look at this from the perspective I've suggested. Subcon Forest being an extended metaphor for Snatcher's mind and character. A symbol for Vanessa then litters his mind, enough where it's certainly noticeable at first but blends in more easily once more of Subcon is unlocked to Hat Kid. This is clearly meant to be his lingering trauma, whether or not he wants to acknowledge it. Which he doesn't, as he never mentions it directly in his forest (that I can recall). Her influence plagues him, as to be expected with the traumatic experiences he went through with her. Breaking the ice is something Hat Kid must do in order to fulfill the wishes of the Fire Spirits (another subject I'll get into shortly), which, if self-indulgently playing with the found family idea, could mean that Hat Kid is helping him heal; if indirectly. Even if fulfilling the Fire Spirits' wish to die is... counterproductive, in that measure, which I'm now getting ahead of myself so hold on a sec!!

Vanessa. Ice. Everywhere. Traces of it all over his forest. That's the effects of an abusive relationship! Especially in a worst-case scenario where... yknow! One party in the relationship dies! So of course ice would be everywhere.

In and of itself, ice is a common symbol in literature and other forms of media. In this case, it's presented as an antagonistic force; emphasis is placed upon freezing and the harm that comes with it. The cold is unwelcoming, threatening, merciless. Snow can act as an insulating force, at least, but ice cannot. It can only make things colder.

A slight stretch: Seeing as this game deals a lot with time shenaniganry, I'm not sure if it'd be too out of left field to connect "freezing" with the theme of time. Yknow. Frozen in time. Both parties here, Snatcher and Vanessa, would be in this frozen state. One largely repressing it and never fully moving on, and the other doomed to her isolation ever since the event in question. They never moved past that moment after the Prince and florist's interaction.

The Fire Spirits (& the Portraits)

I'll put a slight warning here for suicidal ideation, if only because... it's the Fire Spirits we're talking about. It's not as grossly in-detail as the noose discussion will be, though, so make of that what you will.

To me, the Fire Spirits are a very interesting case. After all, they're fire. They're a direct contrast to the ice, thus being the only thing we're shown that could potentially melt it. The Fire Spirits, in my opinion, represent hope or a strength to continue. A strength to move on after troubles of the past.

...And that hope wants to die.

The Fire Spirits wish to burn out, to leave this mortal coil and abandon the forest to the cold. They make no effort to melt the ice, they simply dance, blissfully ignorant towards their surroundings. This being a metaphor for Snatcher's own hope for moving on is made all the more obvious by the fact he wants them gone. The first contract is to kill the Fire Spirits, to kill the hope. Perhaps he believes that sort of thing to be fruitless or naïve, so it only clutters his mind or has him foolishly optimistic at points. So, get rid of it. And the hope is happy to oblige.

(That, or their willingness to leave the forest to its own suffering and not aid in the ice's thaw angers him. Besides the whole "bark bark growl I can't get to parts of my forest because of them!!" which... also could represent a naïve hope clouding his judgement, not allowing him to see a bigger picture. But hope can't all be lost if one wants to move forward...)

A little side-tangent now on the portraits! And it's another slight stretch but the idea is in my head and I can't let it go. Portraits are another common symbol, usually being a physical representation of a memory or idea. For our purposes, let's say they're memories. I know in canon they appear to just hold souls captive or something but for now we're just Ignoring That(tm). The Fire Spirits have to burn the portraits to disappear. See where I'm going with this, maybe?

Instead of handling bad memories (or perhaps memories of the past in general) in any healthy manner, Snatcher chooses to forget/repress them, which just allows his hope to progressively die out.

I'm really hoping this is making sense because it makes a lot of sense to me but I might be insane rn

The Fact that this is a Forest

Forest symbolism breakdown! What's a forest usually mean in literature? "Traditionally, the forest has come to represent being lost, exploration and potential danger as well as mystery and 'other worldliness'." Okay. Yeah. Fair enough. That certainly works with the whole aesthetic we've got going on. Wood usually is life, growth and strength. But the trees of subcon are all dead. So what about that? It stands for death, big whoop, very spooky, we know Snatcher's dead and so are the children, yadda yadda wowie wowie. But. :) The trees in Subcon look a lot like trees that were scorched in a forest fire. Don't believe me?

(You could also argue they're just regular marsh/swamp trees bUT SSHHSUUHSH HANG ON HEAR ME OUT LOOK LOOK,)

What I believe to have happened was a controlled fire to rid the forest of the majority of its ice and snow. Likely done by Snatcher. It leaves behind a very desolate, depressing, barren scene... but. What else do dead/burnt trees symbolize? Rebirth. After all, controlled fires happen to make way for new trees to take the place of old ones. Some trees only drop seeds in fires/hot temperatures, so new ones take root and begin anew. Weird. It's almost like... I dunno. Snatcher was given some sorta second chance, given he's not just a corpse in Vanessa's cellar. So were the subconites. Another life given then by Snatcher. All connected I tell ya!!

Generally, aside from that, forests have many connotations. Mystery, isolation, claustrophobia; a place to dwell on regrets, or the past; to worry over one's future; to seek escape from or escape inside of... hmgmrnmm!

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The Nooses

The t/w is given at the top and another cut-off point will follow the bottom of this, for those that would like to skip. This will delve into talk of suicide and abusive tactics used by abusers. Please don't read if it will upset you or make you feel unsafe!!!

Personally, I cannot stand the nooses, but that's just due to my own triggers. Were there a way to hide those from the game or replace the damned talking ones with anything else. I would take it. In a heartbeat. But I can still appreciate the potential analysis to be had with them. So now i'm gonna talk about it despite how uncomfortable it will make me to do so. yEa

So, what about 'em? There are three types of nooses seen in Subcon. At least that I remember but I didn't really go looking for them. Empty ones, ones containing empty subconites, and the talking ones.

Nooses in general obviously can hint towards suicidal thoughts or behaviors of the characters that interact with them. If saying Subcon is Snatcher's mind, it could suggest that he suffered from some sort of suicidal thoughts in life (or currently, if second death is possible... or if he never truly died... or maybe he's trying to figure that out...which has given me... a separate idea...uh oh). But. And hear me out. Different perspective.

A talking noose. I hate them with a fiery passion that is unmatched. But think of the packed symbolism of a noose that talks. And think more about what it says. "I wouldn't mind being strapped around a cute neck like yours." "Be careful now, I don't want to see you meet a miserable end anywhere, but with me." Oddly, a lot of what the noose says seems almost... endearing? One could argue it's a way of luring someone to put it around their necks, which in and of itself is a whole lot to unpack when it comes to suicidal thoughts beckoning one forward; painting itself as something romantic, almost. But. Here's a wild idea, now. What if the nooses, at least the talking ones, are another symbol for Vanessa?

They're tinted blue, after all. While Vanessa's scheme is more red, one could argue two things: One, ice. Blue. Ice. yeah. Or two, the fact that Snatcher's scheme is more purple. Blue and red... make... purple. So, for all we know, Snatcher's current state was a compound effort between suicidal thoughts and Vanessa's treatment of him. Perhaps he even found a way to put himself out of his misery before freezing/starving to death. (I know he has dialogue that argues against that, but... are we certain Snatcher would be the kind to admit suicide over freezing to death?... I don't think so.)

At any rate, a common threat by those in "control" of an abusive relationship is that of killing themselves should the other person not do as they desire. It's a cruel form of emotional manipulation to get their way, worse off if the other party is an empathetic individual. As a person who has been the empathetic individual in relationships like this... I would know. I've been here, unfortunately So, it's not completely out of the question to say Vanessa could've used some tactic like that, even before the whole... cellar ordeal. Did she? I dunno. I'm tossing ideas around. But if she did, the threats of such would sit around in the Prince's mind easily. Even if she has a reputation of not going through with it. It doesn't matter. That shit sticks with you forever, that scare, the potential of it ever being true, is horrifying and it ruins you. I'm projecting, Squirtle.

Still. A noose cannot hang itself. It has to have a victim.

...yea.

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Misc. Ideas

- The spiders: Aside from the usual things spiders can be chalked up to symbolizing - toxicity, alluring danger, just... general pain - I like the potential wordplay that can happen here. Yknow. A black widow. Say the Prince and Vanessa were married when one died. What would that leave Vanessa? A widow. ...She's red and black, too. Yknow. Like a black widow. HA wordplay is fun isn't it?

- Snatcher's tree: Love this place, love sitting in here. But not the point! The inside of Snatcher's tree is such a harsh juxtaposition to the rest of Subcon that it kinda throws ya off guard. After all, the dark, purples and blues then contrasted with the bright warm colors of the inside. Even the music switches over. The thorns outside aren't present indoors. Ohh yeah this is gonna be on the nose as hell but the Tree(tm) is 100% representing Snatcher's appearance/put-on personality vs. his truer nature. Spooky outside with thorns, foreboding, unwelcoming. Then the more comfortable interior. VULnerable. Have I even mentioned that the tree is HOLLOW I mean COME ON. The sturdiness of that tree? Nonexistent. He's not a sturdy guy at all no matter how he fronts

- Intrusions are unwelcome: Snatcher does not like the fact that Hat Kid sticks around in his forest. His personal space. His mind. In fact he tries desperately to get rid of her after their fight, not wanting her presence in his forest at all. He has no problem providing more contracts later on with the Death Wish thing, and he finds great entertainment in messing around with Hat Kid, so it's not just a weird sudden hatred he has for her; it's the fact that. After she's finished being useful, he no longer wants her around, lest she find some things she shouldn't find. Now he's just uncomfortable with her in his personal boundaries. Could just be a denial that she's helped him heal (breaking ice, stealing from Vanessa, being something interesting for his kids to interact with) or just not really wanting a child to get wrapped up in. All that. Most likely the former. Considering the amount of joke-hints he drops regarding his background during his Death Wish dialogue. I see you funny man, making jokes out of your trauma as a coping mechanism. Punts him

Annnd I think that's all I got, for now! I'll make an update post if I get any more sporadic ideas. If you read this whole thing, thank you!! and also!! Wow that was a lot!! Hell world. Please feel free to elaborate on any of my points or debate with me on em!! I'm always open to other ideas, just be aware that if I disagree I am not shy when it comes to debate hehehe, tho I won't be aggressive to any extent I prommy!!

Alrighty. goes to sleep goodnight

[apocalypseornaw]

Always be Yours- 1

Word count 4,769.

Story Summary: Inspired by the 2 part I did of the same title. Set in season 9/10

Chapter Summary: When Dean calls to tell you Sam is in grave condition at the hospital you hurry to his side and in turn start to get pulled even deeper into the Winchesters' lives than you already were.

You were in Old Forge, New York working a simple haunting case when the night sky was suddenly lit up with what would appear to be meteors. You barely got the bones burnt before your phone started ringing. You pulled it out your jacket and felt your stomach knot in worry when you saw Dean's name flash across the screen."Hey Dean, what's up?" you climbed out the open grave and heard what was clearly baby's engine roar to life in the background "Y/N where are you?" "Old Forge New York, Why?" you braced the phone against your shoulder and started to shovel dirt back into the hole. "Those aren't meteors" you stopped working for a moment and glanced up at the sky "Then what the hell are they?" "Angels"

Your jeep moved across the pavement while you tried to control your speed so as to not get pulled over and prolong you getting to Randolph even more. From what Dean had told you the trials had went bad fast and Sam was in bad shape. You knew they were a bad idea from the moment the boys bounced the idea off of you but they had been hell bent on doing them, yeah the payoff of the gates of hell being closed forever sounded worth it but not at the price of losing one of them. As for the angels apparently Cas had been ungoing some sort of trials as well which shockingly enough had also went south so he was missing in action while every angel in heaven fell to earth. Your thoughts filled with worry for him right along with worry for your best friend and his brother. You had to get to Randolph. Sam needed you, Dean needed you.

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You had just reached the outskirts of Randolph when your phone rang again. You didn't even look at the screen before answering it "Please tell me it's good news Dean" you heard him take a deep breath and braced yourself but it still hit hard when he said "They asked me about organ donation. They're already giving up on him" You ran your free hand over your face to try to calm yourself. Dean needed someone to be there for him "We won't. I'm close can you meet me outside?" "I'll be in the parking garage, I got Crowley in my trunk" You didn't even ask the how or why as to the king of hell ending up in his trunk and simply said "Ok"

You parked in the first avalible spot then climbed out and headed towards the upper levels. Baby was easy to spot so it wouldn't be a hard find. You felt your stomach drop when you walked around a corner to see Dean pinned to baby's trunk and the man holding him raise an angel blade into the air fuck that meant he was an angel.

Before you made it to him another man came out of nowhere and caught the offender's arm with that show of strength that made him an angel as well. They shared some words then the one who was attacking Dean threw a punch on the one who intervened. Dean spotted you when he took the chance to glance around and shook his head so you ducked behind the nearest vehicle so you could watch should it turn on Dean again but be out of sight. Dean grabbed the discarded blade and slammed it into his attacker's back so you stood up and ran over to him about the time he asked the one who'd intervened who he was. The other angel had gotten pretty beat up in the fight but barely glanced your way as he told Dean "Doesn't matter. You're Dean Winchester and I am here to help" then collasped.

Dean looked at you then back at the angel "Ok" "What now?" You asked and Dean dug the keys to baby out and held them out "Grab the holy oil out the backseat. We need to get him somewhere secure before he wakes up" you took the keys and unlocked the car then leaned in. There were several jugs and flasks in the back floorboard "Which one Dean?" You asked glancing over your shoulder at him. He was trying to get the angel up so he could drag him to the nearby storage room "White flask" you grabbed the flask and shoved it in your hip pocket then locked baby back before moving to grab the angel's feet. Dean noddded "Thanks"

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Once you had the angel in the circle of holy oil you glanced back at Dean and he lit the oil with his lighter. As it flared to life the angel started to come around and Dean reached forward to push you behind him sliding the angel blade into your hand as he did so. You took a moment to actually look over the angel or well his vessel anyways as he climbed to his feet. Cas was really the only angel you'd ever dealt with on the regular and while you trusted him with your life you'd learned from him and the boys as well that most other angels weren't really the trust worthy kind. "You want to help?" Dean asked and the angel looked between the two of you then gave the barest of a nod. "Start with a name" Dean snarled and you gripped the blade as the angel finally said "Ezekiel"

"All right Ezekiel, how do I know you're not hunting me or Castiel like the other angels?" you hated the idea of Cas going against a fucking legion of pissed off angels but your concentration had to be on the angel currently in front of you. Ezekiel stared at Dean for just a moment before answering "Oh, I'm sure there are many angels who are. Many more are on their way here, most likely" Dean's eyes flicked towards you before asking how Ezekiel knew that. "You put out an open prayer like that.." Ezekiel started and Dean finished "I must really be desperate"

You met Ezekiel's eyes when he said "Believe it or not. some of us still do believe in our mission. And that means we believe in Castiel.." then he looked back to Dean then added "And you" "You said you were hurt during the fall?" Dean asked and you glanced over Ezekiel knowing you couldn't see the injuries he meant but the reaction was a gut one. "I was, entangling with my brother back there did me no favors but what strength I have, I offer to you"

Dean held up a finger to Ezekiel "Hold on" then cut his eyes at you "Y/N you're Sam's best friend. What do you think?" You took a deep breath and hoped you were making the right decision when you said "If he can save Sam it's worth the risk" that seemed to be all Dean needed so he pulled the vial of holy water out and splashed the circle to let Ezekiel out.

You offered the angel blade back to Dean hilt first and he hesitated "Sweetheart I wouldn't have called you if I would've known but I think you need to hit the road before the other angels get here" You shook your head "Hell no. I'm here now and I'm staying until Sam walks out this damn hospital" the slightest smirk pulled at Dean's lips before he said "I see why he likes having you around"

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You walked into Sam's room between Dean and Ezekiel and stopped in your tracks. God he looked almost dead. You stood back while Dean and Ezekiel walked closer to the bed. Ezekiel touched Sam's chest and Dean asked the question that was weighing on your mind since Ezekiel said he was injured "You still able to heal things after the fall?" You let out a slight breath when Ezekiel replied "Yes I should be, but he's so weak"

Dean's phone started ringing and you cut your eyes at him when he answered and mouthed "Cas" then stepped out into the hall.

"Ezekiel?" you spoke and he looked your way "He's my best friend. These two have been here for me when I didn't have anyone. Please save him" He nodded "I'm going to try" about that time a rumbling made you look up. It was like a mini earthquake almost. "Angels?" you asked and Ezekiel walked to the window and nodded.

Dean walked back in the door and asked Ezekiel "One of yours?" "Trying to secure a vessel. We need to move" you glanced at Sam's lifeless form "If we move Sam, he dies" Dean shoved his thumb in your direction "What she said" "If we stay, we could all die" Ezekiel said. You glanced around trying to figure out a plan and spotted the markers along the board in the room. "Dean, sigils?" you grabbed one and chunked the other to him as the two of you started putting every warding sigil you knew in place.

Once you were done Dean said "long as these are up, no angels are coming in. No one's coming out. You gonna be ok with these?" you knew he was asking Ezekiel who simply said "I'll manage"

Ezekiel turned his head slightly like he was hearing something so Dean asked "What?" "They're here" Dean nodded and walked towards the door "Y/N do not open this door for anybody but me" you shook your head and motioned back to Ezekiel "Tell him that, I'm coming with you" "Like hell you are!" Dean argued but you leveled him with a look "We don't have time for this Dean. If you're fighting angels, god dammit so am I" He looked from you to Sam's still form and sighed in defeat "Fuck, come on" then pointed to Sam and told Ezekiel "Save him, you hear me?" before the two of you headed out into the hall.

You and Dean moved towards the other end of the hall with the plan in mind to keep the other angels as far from Sam as possible. Both of you started running when the windows started blowing out. Dean pulled the pin from the fire alarm so you hollered "EVERYBODY OUT! NOW!" the shaking was getting worse and a glass case of medicine exploded behind the two of you coating you both in glass.

Dean saw a woman stumble and moved to help her up about the time a man came around the corner. When he pulled the angel blade you cursed under your breath and turned to see the woman had Dean around the throat "Son of a bitch" the man backhanded you about the time the woman hit Dean and the both of you landed in a crumpled mess not far from each other, blood already running down the sides of each of your faces.

The male vessel drug you down the hall and the female vessel drug Dean then laid you both out in the middle of the hall. The female vessel stood between your feet and spoke to Dean "Let me make this easy, tell me where Castiel is or your brother's gonna wish he was dead" "Good luck getting past the warding" Dean said with a smirk and you couldn't help but share in the knowledge that Sam was protected. "But we will" the female vessel said and hauled Dean to his feet and landed a hard kick to your stomach as the male vessel broke the glass covering the emergency axe. "And when we do, I'm gonna strip off all his skin and you're gonna watch" she looked back at you "then I'll do the same to her"

"Bite me" you and Dean both growled. She punched him sending him backwards then gave you a kick that you were certain cracked a rib or two but put you near Dean who chuckled as you both pushed yourself up "Anybody ever tell you, you hit like an angel?" she kicked him in the face so you added "or a bitch.Whichever you prefer" and were rewarded with a hard backhand but it gave Dean at least a moment to catch his breath.

You both fell to your knees and you saw him catching your blood and knew what he was doing. When he held up a hand and said "Ok,wait wait" you hurried to finish the banishing sigil for him. "I'll tell you where Cas is" he was trying to keep attention on himself and off of you. When he saw you were done he added "I just have one question?" "Ask" the female vessel said so he met your eyes before saying "If heaven is locked,where do you go when we do this?" so you slammed your bloody palm down on the sigil blocking your eyes with Dean's arm from the flash of the angels disappearing.

"Y/N?" he grunted as you pushed yourself to your feet holding an arm around your mid section "I'm alive. Let's get to Sam"

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The alarms were going insane when you busted in the room behind Dean "What the hell's happening?" Dean asked but you knew. Sam was dying. "This just started" Ezekiel explained waving a hand towards the machines. "and the warding..I'm afraid I'm weaker than I thought" you and Dean both started crossing out sigils as the alarms kept blaring.

"I am sorry Dean, Y/N" "No. We had a deal, ok? We fight, you save" Dean was getting angry and you couldn't blame him. You both had just gotten your asses handed to you only for Ezekiel to say he couldn't save Sam? "I would if I could. I'm just afraid it's too late"

"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked and it broke your heart to hear the slight break in his voice "Are you saying there's no way to save my brother's life?" Ezekiel wouldn't look at either of you when he said "No good ways, I'm afraid" "Then what are the bad ones?" you asked before Dean got a chance. "We're out of options here man. Good or bad let us hear them" Dean all but begged.

"I can not promise but there is a chance I can fix him from the inside" "From the inside? So what you're gonna open him up?" Dean asked but one look at Ezekiel and you put together what he meant "He wants to possess Sam" Dean looked between you and Ezekiel "You want to possess him?" Ezekiel turned his eyes from you to Dean "I told you" "No way" Dean cut him off so Ezekiel nodded "Understood. It's your call" you walked closer to the bed and let your fingertips barely brush Sam's arm and said "No it's his call" "and there's no way in hell he'd say yes" Dean finished your thought.

"He would rather die?" Ezekiel asked and you both nodded so he stood then raised his hand to quiet the machines. "I'll leave you two alone with him then" he walked past you and you swallowed back tears that threatened to spring to your eyes before Dean stopped Ezekiel "Wait"

You grimaced from the pain in your side as you turned to look at Dean who gave you a small nod before telling Ezekiel "If I consider this,just consider this. You got to give me something man. You got to prove how bad he really is" Ezekiel walked over near you and reached to lay a hand on Sam's forehead then told Dean to close his eyes and put one on his as well. A part of you wished you could see what was going on also but it only took a few seconds before Dean opened his eyes "Y/N he's giving up" the pain in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

"How will it work?" you asked pulling your eyes from Sam to look at Ezekiel. "Mutual benefit, I suppose. I heal Sam while healing myself" "And when he's healed?" Dean asked catching your eyes as Ezekiel promised "I leave"

"We're out of options Dean" you whispered feeling so very defeated. "Even if I said yes Y/N you know it wouldn't mean squat. Sam will never say yes,not to him" "But he would say yes to you" Ezekiel offered his eyes on Dean. Dean closed his for a moment before saying "Do it"

You stepped over next to Dean and turned your face slightly when Ezekiel's grace transferred from his vessel into Sam. He sucked in a deep breath then looked at Dean "We need to go"

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After Ezekiel had Sam dressed he healed Dean then you and all three of you took the stairs leading down out the hospital. You were walking next to Dean while he asked Ezekiel how it looked inside of Sam "There is much work to be done" "But he's gonna wake up right?" Dean asked giving voice to your worry. "He will" Ezekiel assured you both.

Dean nodded then you leaned up to look at Ezekiel "When he wakes up is he gonna feel you inside, triaging his spleen?" "No. There is no reason for Sam to know I'm in here at all" Dean scoffed "You're joking. No, this is too big" you agreed with Dean. There was no way you could keep a secret that big from Sam. "And what will he do if either of you tell him he is possessed by an angel?"

"Well he'll have to understand" Dean replied but you shook your head "Dean you and I both know after Lucifer? he'll fight it" "If Sam ejects me, he will die" Ezekiel confirmed your worst fear. Dean turned to see your face and must have seen the acceptance there because he agreed "Then we keep it a secret for now or until Sam's well enough he doesn't need an angelic pacemaker or we find a way to tell him. As for him being in the hospital I'll have to figure something out. Any ideas Y/N? " before you could open your mouth Ezekiel offered to erase Sam's memories of the hospital. Dean sighed "Do it" then looked at you "We need to talk"

The two of you walked a few yards from Ezekiel before Dean turned to face you "Y/N thank you for coming" "Dean he's my best friend and I care about you both" he half smirked which was a watered down version of his usual one "Always knew you had a thing for me" you rolled your eyes knowing he always buried feelings under many layers of sarcasm. "Oh of course I always get my ass kicked by angels to get a guy's attention" he scoffed then his face sobered "Cas called before the angels showed up" your attention perked up at the mention of Cas but your heart nearly stopped when Dean told you what had happened with Metatron "He's human?" Cas, no powers and very much mortal which most of the angelic population after him? Yeah you didn't like that. "Yeah I told him to head for the bunker" Dean seemed a bit apprehensive but you quickly agreed "That sounds like the best place to be right now"

Dean nodded then offered "You could come with us too, you know?" you motioned towards Ezekiel "and how are we going to explain to Sam when he wakes up that I've popped up out of nowhere?" "Good point" he replied then smiled in earnest and added "Ya know I'm glad you're one of the few that's stuck around with us" you smiled then said "I really just stick around now for the off chance that you will one day let me drive baby" he laughed "That's not gonna happen but if you want to come to the bunker there's always a room for you" you laughed "I may take you up on it. Hit the road I'm going to take the long way around and see if I can find Cas or a trail if I hear anything I'll call. When I get that way I'll come through Lebanon" Dean glanced around then pulled an angel blade out his jacket and held it out to you "Watch your ass, you've already been spotted with me" you took the blade and tucked it away under your jacket before saying "I always knew you were bad company Dean Winchester" he half smiled before you turned to walk away while he and Ezekiel headed for baby. You hated lying to Sam but you couldn't lose him either. You sighed and resigned yourself to keeping the secret until he was healed enough to live without Ezekiel.

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You drove for hours trying to get as close to Colorado as you could before forcing yourself to pull off and catch a few hours of sleep somewhere in Nevada. You didn't want to bother with a motel room so you pulled a page out of Dean's book and simply found a patch of woods to park your jeep in and locked it up with your gun close at hand before dozing off in the drivers seat.

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You woke a few hours later when the sun was slowly climbing into the sky and groaned at the kink in your neck. You rotated it in a tight circle and realized your phone ringing was what had woke you up. You reached for it and barely glanced at the screen to see Sam's name before answering "Sammy?" you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when you heard him laugh "You know you and Dean are the only people on earth I'd ever let call me that" thank god he was ok.

"Yeah I know I'm special. What's up?" you moved around in the seat trying to stretch out your muscles. "Are you alright? Did Dean update you on everything going on?" the image of Ezekiel's grace flowing into Sam's body flashed through your mind before you shook your head and responded "Um angels fell down, Cas is human and we have a ton load of shit falling down around us due to a few thousand nukes on the loose?" "Only you could compress that much stuff into a sentence that small" you laughed "It's a natural talent"

You could hear Dean in the background asking where you were "Um Sidney Nevada?" Sam relayed the information and Dean let out a low whistle "Good lord did she turn the jeep into a fucking plane?" you rolled your eyes at him of all people calling someone out for the way they drove "He's one to talk. Anyways I'm about two hours shy of Longmont I'm going to start at the payphone Cas called from and work my way to the bunker from there. Shouldn't take but another day or so. You boys up for a little company?" "Well Kevin's still at the bunker so as long as you don't mind dealing with all of us" Sam teased and you couldn't help but smile hearing him joke around after seeing him in that hospital bed. "I think I can manage. I'll call if I find anything" "Ok Y/N. Watch your back and if you get in a tight spot.." "I'll call" you promised before you said your goodbyes and he hung up.

You opened the door and stepped out the jeep stretching out slowly. There was a truck stop a few miles up the road where you could grab a shower before heading into Longmont. You had to be careful about how you asked after Cas so if any other angel was in ear shot because if those assholes rolled like demons they already heard that you were at Dean's side in Randolph meaning they may assume you know where Cas was.

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You fell into your jeep with a grunt. The road from Longmont to Lebanon had been going quietly and smoothly. You stopped at gas stations along the way and asked about someone vaguely matching the description for Cas. When you got to Norton you stopped at the last truck stop before you'd make it to Lebanon. Turned out the clerk in the store was a vessel and had assumed you knew more than you did. Luckily he was alone and from the fact that you walked away from the fight with just a bloody head told you he must have been hurt in the fall just as Ezekiel had.

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You didn't try to stop and access your wounds,you simply held a bandana to your head and drove the rest of the way to the bunker. When you pulled to a stop only then did you pull the bandana away and give yourself a once over. The only reason it'd bled so much was that your head had been caught on the corner of a display case. There was a good sized gash but you'd had a lot worse and if you could just find a few spare minutes with a first aid kit you could fix yourself right up. You put the bandana back into place then climbed out to grab your bags out the back of the jeep.

You hit Dean's number on your phone and turned it to speaker as you gathered everything that you needed to wash and the weapons that needed cleaning or resupply from the stock the bunker held. "Y/N, where are you at?" was what he said in place of hello. You laughed lightly "Well I'm right outside and was wondering if someone could come give me a hand. Normally I don't have a problem carrying my own stuff but about fifty miles back I got into a bit of a scuffle with one of our winged friends" "Shit sweetheart are you ok?" you could hear him walking up the steps in the background of the call and gave a short laugh "I'm alive, he's not" then ended the call.

You didn't look up when Dean called your name so he grabbed your shoulder and turned you to look at him. He eyed the bandana "Let me see" you pulled it away and grimaced at the look on his face "Is it that bad?" he tentatively touched it then shook his head "We've all had worse. Let's get your stuff inside and we can patch you up" "Thanks Dean" you replied with a smile when he moved the bandana back into place.

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"Quit moving dammit" Dean growled while he cleaned your head up. You cut your eyes at Sam "He's such a fricking mother goose at times I swear" Sam snorted at the look Dean gave you in response to being called mother goose. "Excuse me Miss I'm gonna go scrap with a fricking angel on my own" You shrugged "I walked away didn't I?"

Dean shook his head and threw down the cloth he'd been using then placed the steri-strips on your skin. "You need to just stay here with us. We could use another set of hands with everything going down and you'll have someone to watch your back" he met your eyes and barely looked towards Sam and you knew what he didn't add aloud was that he had someone else there to keep a set of eyes on Ezekiel keeping up his side of the bargain. You were held in place by those green eyes and tried to ignore the way they always seemed to pull you in. "Fine but if you two go on a hunt I go too" Dean looked over at Sam who smiled "Sounds good to me"

You sat still while Dean finished your head then looked over at Kevin who was looking a little worse for the wear "Kev? When's the last time they fed you like real food?" he grinned "Been a week or so" "DEAN!" you gasped playfully and he looked guilty for a moment before he realized you were screwing with him "Very funny Y/N" you winked at Kevin and said "Let me go get settled in a room then I'll see what I can scrounge up for you"

You stood to follow Sam who was showing you which room you could occupy and heard Dean telling Kevin to not give you any more ammunition to give him hell and laughed. Sam looked back at you and offered his arm so you took it and let him lead you down the hall. "I'm glad you're here Y/N. A lot of cards are falling and it's nice to know you're not alone" you smiled at that and said "It's nice to know I'm not alone too"

　

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 13*

Did I inadvertently make Sonny a supervillain? Maybe.

Chapter 12

Chapter 14

HAHAHA SOOOOO funny story....if you saw the "preview" post, turns out I didn't even get that far written down. My bad!

I really did want to, and I was almost there, but it's gotta go to fifteen and too much story in chapters won't leave enough to stretch! I'm sorry!!!

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Meanwhile

At the hospital Sonny walked into your room where you were talking with the doctor. The doctor acknowledged Sonny when he came in.

“As I was telling Miss Y/L/N, she unfortunately is going to need a liver transplant,” He looked at both of you grimly. “And unfortunately because of her years of alcohol abuse and history with addiction, she won't be that high on the transplant list. I'm uncertain if she'll even get one,”

“Oh god…” Sonny whispered, looking at you. You had tears in your eyes, still in shock over what the doctor was actually saying. Your brain couldn't really process it; and even if it could, you weren't really sure that you cared if you lived or died at this point seeing as you lost the one good thing in your life.

“Is there any way that I could donate part of my liver?” Sonny asked.

“Well that's what I was going to talk to you about Mr. Carisi,” the doctor said. “If you have any friends or family members that you think would be a good match and would like to get tested to donate their liver; I would suggest doing so as soon as possible. Usually immediate family members are the best match,”

“Yeah of course,” Sonny nodded. But in his mind he was thinking he didn't know if he could convince any of his and your family members to donate part of their liver. Changing their lives completely for a girl that had been nothing but trouble since she came to live with them. He could at least get tested though.

He walked over to you as the doctor walked out and held your hand. “How are you doing sunshine?” He asked.

“I.. I think I need a minute to process all of this, Sonny. Can you please...leave me alone?” you said softly, trying not to cry.

“Yeah sure, whatever you want,” He nodded softly and walked out of the room.

He instantly felt the guilt in remembering what he had told Rafael yesterday. He did promise him that if something went wrong with you he would call him but he also didn't want him to get any closer. But his guilt overruled his worry, so he texted him:

“Y/N is going to need a liver transplant, if you want to get tested,”.

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Rafael immediately showed up at the hospital where Sonny met him in the waiting room.

“Where is she?” Rafael was practically huffing and puffing, he ran so fast when he got Sonny’s text.

“Hey, slow your roll there counselor,” Sonny put a hand up. “I just asked you to come down here and get tested to see if you wanted to donate to her,”

“For what? To prove how much I care about her to you? Is that some kind of test?” Rafael clenched his fists.

“Maybe.. I don't know... I was just desperate Rafael, okay? And I promised you I would,” Sonny yelled.

“Okay well I want to see her first," Rafael demanded.

“No way,” Sonny protested. “First you get tested. And then if you’re a match, I'll let you see her,”

“What?” Rafael blinked. “You’re insane--”

“So you're just gonna refuse to potentially save my cousin’s life, just because I won't let her see you. Is that really loving her at all?” Sonny pointed out

“...All right, show me where to go,” he sighed, defeated. Rafael hated that he was right, but he was. After a few minutes Rafael was done getting his blood work and he returned to the waiting room where Sonny was.

“Have you gotten tested yet?” Rafael asked.

“Obviously, I was the first one to do it, Barba.” Sonny replied in an obvious tone.

“And…?”

“...And I'm not a match,'' he sighed.

“And the rest of your family?” Rafael asked.

“....Most of them haven't gotten back to me yet,” Sonny admitted in a small voice.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Rafael asked, astonished.

“Well I mean...I told you my family's history with Y/N,” Sonny rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“But she's dying!” Rafael practically screamed. “You're telling me not one person in your family has a fucking heart to at least try and help their niece/cousin out when they're dying?!”

“Look you have no room to judge my family, okay Barba?!” Sonny argued back. “You don’t know what we’ve all been through--”

“What YOU’VE been through?!” Rafael was now full out screaming, he was livid. “God the whole Carisi clan is a bunch of martyrs, aren’t they? Everything happens to them, they never do anything wrong,”

“Hey FUCK OFF, Barba,” Sonny shoved Rafael, getting heated himself. If there was one thing you didn’t do, it was to insult his family.

“Whatever,” Rafael calmed himself, looking around at the shocked spectators. “How long does it take to find out if you're a match or not?

“Actually just like a few minutes they run it through a computer and see if your blood type matches up with hers.” Sonny answered softly, hoping the onlookers would go back to their business. As if on cue the doctor returns to the waiting room with a piece of paper.

“Well Mr. Barba, it looks like you're a perfect match to Y/N’s blood type,” He smiled as he handed Rafael the piece of paper.

“As if there was any doubt,” Rafael smiled as he read the results. He knew you were a perfect match from the moment you met, now he had physical proof of it.

“Great…” Sonny muttered.

“Alright, so here’s your proof,” Rafael presented the paper to Sonny. “We are perfectly matched. Now let me see her,”

“...Nah I still think you need to actually do it, Barba,” Sonny denied him again.

“Excuse me?” Rafael was absolutely floored. He couldn’t believe Sonny was making him jump through this many hoops just to see you. He knew he was against you being together, but this was above and beyond.

“Look Barba, we don’t know if Y/N’s body is gonna take to your liver. And she could die on the table. There are so many more moving parts and I don’t want you to start getting your hopes up or getting closer to her and then she dies on you. And-- And I don’t want her to get closer to you if she’s dying because then she’ll just be angry at God.”

“You’re fucking delusional you know that Carisi?” Rafael spat. “This isn’t about sparing my feelings, or even Y/N’s. It’s about you, and what you want to do. And you want to keep us apart-- and I’ll bet money it’s not for all the ‘noble’ reasons you proclaim either,”

“Oh for Christ’s sake Barba,” Sonny laughed. “You cannot possibly think this is just because of some crush I have on you--”

“Oh I absolutely do, Carisi,” He stepped towards him. Sonny was substantially taller than Rafael, but he intimidated Sonny nonetheless with his aggressive stance and personality.

“Well it’s not,” Sonny stepped forward as well, towering over Rafael this time. “And regardless of the reason, you’re still getting anywhere near her until I say so,” He had never stood up to Rafael like this, and Rafael didn’t like it.

“...I’m only doing this for her, know that,” Rafael growled as he went to set up an operation time.

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Meanwhile, Sonny went to tell you the good news. He practically sprinted down the hall and swung your door open with a huge happy smile.

“What in God’s name did they give you, and where can I get one?” You teased him.

“Guess what Sunshine,” He beamed at you. [pun intended]

“What’s that?”

“Turns out I’m a match for you!” He threw his arms around you. “Thank God, I was so scared I was gonna lose you,”

“Oh, really?” You gave him a small smile. “That’s great,”

“Y’know you don’t sound as excited as a person who just found out they’re NOT dying, Sunshine!”

“Oh no,” You nodded while trying to smile wider. “I’m ecstatic,”

“Well good, because I kinda like you and want to keep you around a little longer,” He put you in a soft headlock and noogie’d your hair.

“Ha ha,” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “So, are you gonna go set this whole thing up or what?”

“Oh yeah,” Sonny remembered Rafael was still in the vicinity. “Yeah of course Sunshine, I’ll go tell the doctor now, yeah?” He started to get up off your bed.

“Sonny,” You put a hand on him before he stood up.

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

“Have you..” You picked nervously at your blanket. “Um, have you...talked to Rafael?”

“Ah,” Sonny felt a pang of guilt, knowing at that very moment Rafael was signing his liver away to save your life, and you thought he didn’t think twice about you.

“Actually, no,” He lied. “He’s been wrapped up in this huge court case, he’s basically been out of touch to anyone,”

“Oh,” You answered softly. “Well, maybe when I--”

“Oh did I tell you?” Sonny interjected. “I found this great place up state for after you’re healed a bit more. You’re gonna love it. It’s lush, and the scenery is--”

“I-I’m sorry, what?” You blinked. “After I’m healed?”

“Well, yeah,” Sonny replied. “Y’know, I know what I said before but I think we both know you need to--”

“Go away,” You finished his sentence in a monotone.

“...Yeah,” He nodded.

“But--” You looked up at him. “Y-You want to send me to Upstate New York?”

“Well, Sunshine it’s this very nice--”

“I thought you’d maybe send me to Village Care, or Mountainside, some little 30 day treatment center Sonny,” You began to get upset the more you thought about being sent away so far. “Not fucking upstate New York!!!”

“Hey, it’s one of the best in the country, Y/N,” Sonny became serious. “You’re damn lucky I got you in, and so quickly too!”

“Oh gee, thanks so much Sonny,” You crossed your arms. “Thanks so much for jumping at the chance to get me as far away from you as possible,”

“It’s not away from me, it’s away from--!” Sonny caught himself, but you had already heard it.

“...Away from who?” Your eyes narrowed.

“Away from-- all of this, Sunshine,” He tried to change the subject.

“You’re a fucking liar,” you scowled.

“HEY,” Sonny bellowed. “Don’t use that language with me, young lady,”

“Oh good God,” You rolled your eyes. “It’s Rafael, isn’t it?” You didn’t let up.

Sonny tried to think of anyone else, but he couldn’t. Luckily, he thought of something better.

“Yeah, Sunshine,” He lowered his voice. “You need to get away from him so that you can get over this little-- thing you have for him,”

“Why?” Your eyes narrowed.

“Because he doesn’t love you!” He cried. “Because you freaked him out with your little stunt!”

“I don’t believe you,” Your voice filled with dread.

“You don’t believe me?” Sonny laughed. “Y/N did you know his dad died from drinking? In front of him?” He really wasn’t sure about that, but he’d say what he needed to sell this.

“...He didn’t say that he died,” You said softly.

“Well, he did. And you basically died in his arms, that brought all of it back up. And it fucking traumatized him,”

“No…” You shook your head. That couldn't be true. You could not have caused him that much pain-- god what was wrong with you?!

“You wanna know why he’s been so out of touch?” Sonny continued. “Because he’s been so upset he had to drown himself in work to cope with what you did to him!”

“...I…” Tears welled up in your eyes as the guilt began to eat you alive.

“Look, Sunshine,” He lowered his voice and sat back down on the bed.

“I don’t mean to throw so much tough love at ya, but-- he’s still my good friend, and you hurt him. I know you didn’t mean to, and I know you got hurt too. So, I just think that it’s better for all of us if you just--”

“Get as far away from here as possible,”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it like that,” Sonny tried to be positive. “Just, you need to go to the best place that will help you heal-- your body and your heart,”

“....Yeah, I guess you’re right,” You nodded, wiping tears from your face.

“Good,” He kissed your forehead and stood up, heading to the door. “Now get some rest, I’ll see if we can get this over and done with by tomorrow, I don’t want you staying in this place more than you have to,”

“Thanks Sonny,” You gave him a genuine smile. “You’re a good cousin,”

"I try," He smiled and blew you a kiss before walking out the door.

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Sonny raced down the hall to the surgeon’s office where Rafael was finishing filling out paperwork.

“So, did you tell her?” Rafael asked.

“Tell her what?”

“Did you tell her I’m saving her life and I’ll see her in a few days?”

“Oh,” Sonny felt sweat on his forehead. “Yeah, totally. She’s excited,”

“So why hasn’t she texted me?”

“Oh her phone died,” Sonny lied. “I actually have to run and get her a charger, you can come with me,”

“Of course I can…” Rafael rolled his eyes sarcastically. “The surgery’s early tomorrow morning, I put off my court dates until the end of next week, that should give us both enough time to heal,”

“Sounds good,” Sonny shot him a thumbs up.

“And you are gonna let me see her after all of these fucking hoops, right Carisi?”

“Yeah, of course Barba,” He laughed nervously. “I’m not a monster,”

“Good boy,” Rafael patted him on the head like his puppy.

Sonny wanted to rip that smug little smile off Rafael’s face, but knowing he was going to have the rug pulled out from under him was enough for him.

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The next morning

The surgery nurse came in around 4 am, way too cheerful for that god awful hour.

“Hello dear!” She smiled brightly as you while you moaned and groaned. “I’ve come to prep you for surgery,”

“...Where’s my cousin?” You asked groggily.

“Uh, I’m not sure…” She shook her head while she injected something into your IV. Then she helped you maneuver with all your wires and contraptions to the wheeled bed which take you to the OR.

“...What the hell did you just give me?” You rubbed your eyes sleepily.

“Oh it’s the pre-anesthesia,” She explained. “The girls and I call it ‘giggle juice’,”

“...Like alcohol?” Your eyes widened.

“No, no dear calm yourself,” The nurse assured you. “It’s some medicine that will make you loopy, you won’t remember a thing I promise you,”

“Mmm..kay…” You blinked several times, feeling the drug take affect. Everything quickly went fuzzy, and you felt nice and warm. You realized that you were being wheeled down the hall now, with heated blankets on top of you. You felt like a cozy little burrito, safe in a tortilla.

You felt yourself being rolled into an OR, many masked people were there to greet you. They all had smile eyes behind their masks, they made you feel as safe as possible. Then, they rolled you next to...Rafael?

“....R-Raff---?” You could barely speak from the meds, but your eyes lit up at the sight of him.

“Hey…” He mumbled dreamily, his green eyes sparkling at you. Clearly he had some ‘giggle juice’ of his own.

“I--I don’t…” You shook your head, trying to grasp what was happening. Wasn’t Sonny supposed to be the one laying next to you? Was this Sonny and you were just seeing Rafael’s face?

“Hey hey hey shh,” Rafael shook his head softly and reached out for your hand. You poked it out through the burrito blanket and took his-- it was real. He was really there. He was giving you his liver, to save your life.

“I love you, Y/N,” He smiled the biggest smile you’d ever seen on a human.

“...Really?” You bit your lip with your own huge smile. You prayed to God this was NOT a drug induced dream. “I love you too,”

“Alright you two lovebirds,” You heard the surgeon chuckle. “There will be time enough for this after you’re sharing a liver,”

Wait. This means Sonny lied to you. Was he lying about everything? Was he lying when he said Rafael wanted a clean break? Was Sonny just trying to keep you two apart?

All of your realizations and questions were quickly silenced by the gas mask going over your face.

“Now count down from ten, dear,” The anesthesiologist instructed you. You wanted to say no, that you had to talk to Rafael before all of this happened. But you glanced over to see he was already out, and soon you were too.

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The next thing you knew you were waking up in a recovery room with a huge window. The sun was streaming in and welcoming you back to the world. You looked down to see a huge incision sewn up by several stitches with clear gauze and tape holding it together. It didn’t hurt yet, but you figured you were still on a lot of pain meds. You wondered how Sonny was doing, if the surgery went well for him too. Soon a nurse came into check on you.

“Well dear, how are we feeling?”

“Ah good,” You smiled weakly. “I guess as good as I can anyway,”

“Oh of course,” She nodded sweetly as she changed your bandages and replaced your fluids.

“Do you know how my cousin’s doing?” You asked her, causing her to furrow her eyebrows.

“Your cousin?” She repeated. “Well dear, I’m sure he’s fine. He hasn’t gotten here yet, probably the morning rush hour traffic,”

“...What?” Now you were the one to furrow your eyebrows. “What do you mean he’s not here? Didn’t he--”

“Oh, look at that,” The nurse quickly finished switching the IV’s and looked at her tablet. “I’m late for my rounds. You rest up sweetie and I’ll come back tonight to get you ready to leave,”

“Rest up?” You repeated softly to yourself as she walked out of the room. “Leave?”

What did any of that mean? And why wasn’t Sonny already at the hospital? Didn’t he have surgery as well? They would have had to already have done it, right? Otherwise whose liver was inside you right now?! You had so many more questions, but apparently Nurse Ratchet gave you some morphine to knock you out until later that evening.

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Rafael woke up groggily in his hospital room, already in pain. He looked down to see an incision covered in gauze and tape. He looked next to him to see Sonny smiling sadly at him.

“...Oh god,” Rafael began to panic. “What happened?”

“What? Nothing, you’re great. Y/N is great,”

“Good,” He took a sigh of relief. “So when can I see her?”

“Yeah, here’s the thing Barba…”

“Oh no,” Rafael shook his head violently. “No no no no NO, Carisi. You said--”

“I know what I said, Barba,” He nodded. “But see the thing is, the place that I got Y/N too, it’s not only a rehab but it’s a hospital too. And they fill up super fast. So y’know I had to jump at the opening,”

“....What does that even mean, Carisi?” Rafael's eyes narrowed.

“....It means they already took her up there, so she could recover from the surgery and go right into rehab,” He lied. Well, it wasn't a complete lie. You were going to leave in a few hours, after he came and got you of course.

“You son of a bitch!!” Rafael tried to lunge at him from the bed, but his incision began to pull and shot pain through his entire body. He spasmed and fell back into the bed.

“Who whoa whoa there Barba,” Sonny tried easing him down as if he was a bull or a horse. “You’re gonna pop those stitches,”

“You knew you were going to send her away before I could say goodbye, didn’t you?” He glared at Sonny. “You knew this whole time you were never going to let me see her again. I gave her part of my liver!”

“And you saved her life, and I thank you for that Barba. I really do. And that should make you happy, right? The love of your life is going to live a long, happy life because of you,”

“Without me,” He added angrily.

“Well hey now,” Sonny clicked his tongue. “Never say never. Y’know when she’s completely over all of this, and you, maybe someday she’ll make her way back to the city and you guys can have your little weird friendship again, yeah?”

“Why are you doing this to her? To us?” His voice was more sad now, pitiful.

“I’m doing this for her, Barba. Please try and understand that,” Sonny shook his head as he walked towards the door.

“You’ll never get away with this, Carisi! I’ll find her,”

“Damn Barba I’m not a supervillain, cool your jets,”

“Could’ve fooled me,”

“HEY,” Sonny warned. “What I’m doing is for the greater good,”

“Said every supervillain ever,”

"Hurtful, Barba," Sonny put a hand to his chest. "Feel better, yeah?"

Rafael flipped him the bird as he walked out of the room, the door shutting behind him. He searched frantically around his bed for his phone, he had to google Hospital Rehabs, he had to find you.

He would find you, he wouldn't stop until he did.

[starneko123]

Butterfly Effect

Star's Note: So I finally got around to putting my main OC in the MK 2021 movie storyline and the first part is like a...songfic? Yeah so prepare for that and also Korë Nagako X Liu Kang is a crack ship, in general, please don't take it seriously lol.

OC Characters Involved

Nova Nagako

Mileena walked through the foyer leading to Shang Tsung's throne. Kabal and Goro were joining her it wasn't like she needed assistance for this. She preferred to do this one alone but the iron lung and royal brute refused. The trio reached Shang Tsung and once he gave Mileena the signal she spoke "She was spotted in Earthrealm far from Raiden's Temple as we speak. She seems to have...a different life with others around her. A caregiver." Mileena finished with an aggravated sigh "A caregiver?" Shang Tsung echoed in question.

Kabal cut his way into the conversation "She means her mother but with the description you gave it made it more difficult to find her. No white streaks in the hair, no pink eyes, and no magical powers. The reincarnation is shit." Kabal spat gesturing behind as if she was there. "Nova-" Shang Tsung began and Kabal cut him off once more. "News Flash she doesn't even go by Nova over there! Who the hell would name their kid Nova in this modern day. Her name is Korë. Not any better but it's different. Not fucking Nova." Now he was finished, and he put his hand on the hip for added flare.

"She's not our Lady Nova but still she stands out." Prince Goro mentioned. Mileena may have sniffed her out but Goro tracked her down. He found her first his chest swelled with pride. "She has companions." Mileena groaned half-heartedly "A friend and a consort." Shang Tsung leaned forward standing up from his throne altogether. "A consort?!" Kabal spoke again, "Yeah, not very good looking or the sharpest tool in the shed but they're around each other." Too bad they couldn't see Kabal rolling his eyes because he was doing so every few seconds. "Are you the better option?" Kabal asked genuinely "She is my Queen, my better half." Shang Tsung's voice echoed dreamily and again Kabal rolled his eyes "That's what they all say." Mileena then stepped closer to Shang Tsung as if it was just the two of them. "She had the marking of a Chosen One." Shang Tsung smirked "All the better." He then snapped his head to the side to look over at Nitara perched on a block of stone petting her wings. "Kabal and Mileena...Nitara will assist you in retrieving Nova." Mileena had no problem with that, she got along with Nitara so far. "Yes, master." Nitara said slyly as she sashayed towards the two said kombatants.

"Kill or injure beyond repair whoever stops you from bringing back my wife!" His voice echoed into the maroon sky.

Korë herself was sitting in a chair next to her close friend and housemate, Soleil. "You know what I think I did a really good job on my eyeshadow." She said brushing it a few more times and facing Soleil to show her eyelids covered in white eyeshadow and silver outline. She also had glitter on her face it must have been from the perfume or another form of body glitter. "I think you did really good this time, you're getting better." Soleil put her brush down and stood up fixing her dress in the process. Korë and Soleil were wearing the same dress it was a short pure white dress with lace at the ends and at Korë thought it was plus since it also wasn't strapless.

"Korë Nagako and Soleil Zaveri... five-minute call out. Almost showtime." It was their manager, Soleil responded with an 'Alright' and Korë an 'Okay'. Soleil stood up from her rolling chair as she finished her winged eyeliner and Korë followed her as she finished putting on her lip gloss.

"Yeah, I'm at the place it's like this, singer stripper bar or whatever, I don't know but she's here," Sonya said as she entered the bar and took a seat in the back, and ordered a drink.

"Now, blessing us with their presence is the femme fatale duo is Korë and Soleil!" The response to the statement was scattered cheers. The duo walked onto the stage and the atmosphere itself changed when she saw Korë. Korë had a slight headache that she had been nursing for a couple of days and Soleil knew that but Korë was convinced that it had gone away and she was just dealing with the aftermath. They both cleared their throat and as the stage light shined on them, Soleil started harmonizing as the beat started playing and Korë started singing.

It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

You got more than 20-20, babe

Made of glass the way you see through me

You know me better than I do

Can't seem to keep nothing from you

How you touch my soul from the outside?

Permeate my ego and my pride

"I love you." Shang Tsung said as he wrapped his arms around Korë twisting her around so she was facing him and she gazed at him lovingly as a teasing smirk spread across her obsidian lips. She leaned in until their lips were ghosting over each other "Do you want me to say it back?" She asked jokingly "I think my heart will truly break if you don't." Shang said dramatically and she giggled "I love you."

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

"If you stop moving it would hurt less Prince Goro." He growled again at her statement and she returned it with a cold, unmoving stare. His growls then calmed down to huffs and puffs "Thank you." She said to him as she finished wrapping the bandage around his arm. "The wound isn't too bad, you'll heal fast either way." She said as she stood up and gathered her healing equipment and before she left she was grated with a rumbling "Thank you." at least he had manners she'll give him that. Before she closed the door she sent him a smile. A kind smile. One to remember.

I'm gеtting used to receiving

Still gеtting good at not leaving

I'ma love you even though I'm scared (oh, scared)

Learnin' to be grateful for myself (oh, oh, oh)

You love my lips 'cause they say the

Things we've always been afraid of

I can feel it startin' to subside

Learnin' to believe in what is mine

"I wouldn't recommend it Mileena," Nova said as she closed her spellbook and stood to face Mileena and they were roughly the same height. "But to ensure my knowledge of it-" Nova sighed and grabbed Mileena by the shoulders "I don't want you to learning just yet, you must stick with the powers you were born with for now. I will teach you myself when you have elevated your powers. Understand?" Nova asked tilting her head for the effect and Mileena nodded. Nova brought her in for a hug and kissed her on the forehead and at that Mileena purred in comfort and delight for the slight praise she got.

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I couldn't believe it or see it for myself

Boy, I be impatient, but now I'm out here

Fallin', fallin', frozen, slowly

Fallin', got me right

I won't keep you waitin' (waitin')

All my baggage fadin' safely (my baggage fadin')

And if my eyes deceive me

Won't let them stray too far away, I

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me, ooh (trust me)

The way that you trust me, baby (trust me)

'Cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view (oh)

Yeah

As they finished their performance they got a fresh round of applause and Korë finally let out a breath as she always did after a performance and smiled alongside Soleil. After giving a wave they went backstage and collected their money. Since they didn't feel like staying at the bar anymore that night they decided to head home. "Good night KoKo," Soleil said with a yawn as she kissed her on the cheek and closed the door to her room. Korë was outside on the back porch humming and looking up at the sky, enjoying the night breeze. Until she heard whispering and then shuffling in the bushes 'The fuck?' she said under her breath as she quickly grabbed the steel bat near her that they used for protection.

She walked closer to the bushes and beat them with the bat a few times before staring at them again. She sighed, maybe she was just tired that was more than likely the case. She let out another breath as she turned but then yelped as she was met with a woman who was roughly her size and height. Her eyes glowed in the night and her mouth was covered in blood and it looked almost stained on her face. "Mommy Nova! I have waited so long for you!" She grinned widely showing off her razor-sharp teeth and reached for a hug arms opened wide but Korë moved a couple of steps back, her back bumped into someone and she turned to see a man taller and lankier.

"Hey, sweetness." It sounded like a man, a man who had trouble breathing and could barely compose his words. Korë wasn't thinking straight that's all she could of. She swung her bat wildly at the two intruders causing the man to speed away and the woman teleport back a few feet away from her. But she knows that she has hit one of them by the blood on her bat and the scar that was made on her stomach. She shrieked as she held her stomach and she did a full 360° but she couldn't see them. She felt like she was going to faint from the loss of blood and the lack of sleep. She then heard gunshots and she fell to the ground hoping that nothing else would wound her.

"Get up and get in the car!" She didn't have to be told twice since she was living off of adrenaline at the moment. She ran past the woman who was still letting off gunshots as she got in the car and slammed the door as she leaned into the seat protectively. After letting off a few more shots that the duo continued to dodge Sonya ran back to the car as well and got into the driver's seat starting the car and zooming off as she saw beady red eyes staring at her in the rearview mirror. "Who the hell are you?" Korë asked with a hiss as the woman started looking at her up and down when she suddenly asked "Where is the marking?" She asked indignantly "What fucking marking?! What the fuck are you talking about?" Korë spat and Sonya rolled her eyes as she tugged Korë's hoodie upwards and ghosted her finger over the Mortal Kombat marking.

"You wanna explain that?"

[saktetsu]

'You're Mine' Demon!Oikawa x Princess!Reader [Chapter 1]

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Over stimulation, Manipulation

This Chapter doesn't have Smut yet. Though I'll only continue this if someone asks for more. I don't wanna write something nobody wants to read.

It was a Dangerous World that they lived in, they all knew that. But despite the Danger that lurked around every corner, behind ever door; [F/N] [L/N], the Princess of Haikaru remained Innocent.

She had never crossed paths with Danger, had never experienced what it was like to lose something dear. The People of Haikaru purposely protected and shielded the Princess off from any sort of Darkness. She was their light, a light that they swore to Protect.

But of course, protecting her came with a major set back. Their walls less guarded from the Demons that lurked the night. But enough to keep them out. Well, most of them.

"Send him to the Dungeons, keep him out of sight and Lock him up as much as possible." The King, ordered his men.

"Yes, Sir." They voiced with a salute. "Move on your feet you Wretched Demon." One of the Soldiers kicked the said Demon, causing him to snarl out of annoyance.

"Now that's just rude." The horned Male barked out, his fangs showing.

"Move."

"Fine, fine~"

The Group of Guards surrounded the Demon, leading him slowly towards the entrance of the dungeons.

"Get in." One of them opened the door, shoving the Evil Entity inside. Soon after they entered as well, making sure to chain the Cyan Horned Man against the Single Wooden Pole. "This should keep you in place, Oikawa Tōru."

"Oh my, so you do know my Name? I'm quite flattered. Am I perhaps famous around here?"

"In your case yes. Yes you are. We've heard of what you've done to Humans like us. Demons should be banished, specifically a Demon as awful as you" And that was it, the last thing that the Group of Mortals said to the Beast. Leaving him alone in the empty open space, where only the chains that dug through his skin lay.

Oikawa moved his Left Arm slightly, hoping to snap the chains off with a bit of Magic. Only to be met by a sharp pain striking all throughout his body.

"Now, I wouldn't do that if I were you. These chains? They were made to keep Demons like you in place. To keep you from causing anymore trouble than you already have." The Royal turned on his heel. "You deserve to be treated like this."

"Dad, what's in there?" [F/N] pointed towards the cellar, where 2 Guards stood against.

"My sweet Princess, there is no need to be curious about what is within the door. You must avoid that place, for you are not safe there." Her Father replied, patting her head softly while a smile.

"Alright Father" She nodded her head slowly, yet curiosity still lingered inside her thoughts.

Eventually when night began to fall, [F/N] snuck out of her Room. Descending down the nice tiled stairs to approach her destination. She made sure to avoid the soldiers who were put on nightly duty.

Peeking around the corner, she spotted the two guards who were put to stay in front of the door. To her luck, they've fallen asleep. And was on the floor crouching.

[F/N] approached the two, giving them a slight poke to make sure that they are indeed asleep before taking what seems to be the key to the room.

As soon as she unlocked the door, she pushed it open. Making sure that she wouldn't make a single sound in the progress.

From what her Father had said before, this place was dangerous. Yet as soon as she stepped into the so called 'dangerous' room. She wasn't expecting to be met by a Handsome man, straddled with chains around his body. His arms had burns including his neck.

Without much hesitation she shut the door behind her slowly and approached the stranger. "Oh my God..- Are you alright?"

The man slowly opened his eyes, lifting his chin up to meet [E/C] orbs. Oikawa's eyes slightly widened, the scent of the most purest mortal he has ever smelled rushed through his nostrils. Instinctively, he leaned forward, causing the chains to burn his arms a tad bit more. Tōru grunted from the pain, and was unable to Heal himself unless they were off.

He was expecting her to run, to scream as soon as she saw his horns. But what he didn't expect, was her leaning in to slightly brush her finger against them. "What.. What are these? They're so cool"

Oh my, he wasn't expecting any of this at all. His lips quirked up into a devilish smirk, his eyes darkened with the thought of how innocent this little Mortal was. He often went out to many Villages to capture, and redeem souls. Hunted and killed Mortals who stood in his way to feast on their Flesh. But not only does he feed off of flesh, he also feeds off of arousal.

And here he was, chained to the floor with a full course buffet standing before him, offering her concern and curiosity. He could capture her, take her back to the underworld where he will make her his. His to love, his to cherish, and his to claim. "They're my Horns [F/N], you like them?"

[F/N] nodded slowly, she didn't question the Horned man how he knew what her name was. Instead, she maneuvered her way over to the source of the chains, quickly disengaging them.

"What.. The.. -" Tōru felt the chains loosen around him, his eyes darting over to the Precious Girl he sought to claim. "Why.. Why did you do that?" He questioned.

"You seem like a good Demon so.. I thought.. Maybe my Father was wrong about you. Plus um.. It looked like the chains were preventing you from talking properly without wincing in pain"

'She truly is innocent. Fuck, I want her even more now' he stood up, brushing the dust off his legs before completely healing his wounds. "Is that so? You're quite an observant little thing aren't you? But have you ever heard of a Good Demon?"

[F/N] shook her head. "No, I've never even met one up until now"

'Seriously? They were trying to protect her from us? How pathetic, yet rewarding..'

"Oh, well the pleasure's all mine little one. I am Tōru Oikawa. Don't bother telling me your Name." He walked closer, expecting her to back away in fear that she had made the wrong choice. But once again he was proven wrong when she didn't move at all. Instead her eyes remained staring back into his. "How can I repay you Princess..~?"

"Become my Friend"

Oikawa was stunned, his mouth ajar as his eyes grew. "Excuse me? Could you, perhaps-- I don't know--- Repeat that?"

"I said.. Become my.. Friend. My Father doesn't let me go out of the Castle walls, and I don't really have Friends here. I mean I do get along with the people around here but they never really showed interest in trying to get to know me"

"I see.. So you want me, the King of the Underworld, to become your Friend?" Without much of a reply, [F/N] nodded her head vigorously.

"Alright then, I'll be your Friend Little One. I'll make sure to visit you once in a while in your room." Oikawa leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Make sure to not tell anyone with our little Meet ups alright?"

"I won't, I promise.." [F/N]'s cheeks reddened a bit, not expecting to get a kiss on the forehead by the King of the Underworld himself.

But what she didn't know, was that the kiss contained more than just a Thank You. It was a way to tell the other Demons similar to him to back off as soon as they smelled her essence. With the invisible pendant forming on her forehead only for demons to admire, she was practically untouchable.

Days passed with Oikawa constantly visiting [F/N] in secret. Their Friendship growing into a much more passionate one. The lingering touches he dreamt of doing to her were kept at bay, fearing that he might ruin his only chance to claim her.

"Tōru?" [F/N] called out in a soft voice, she nudged her Demon friend on the shoulder a bit.

"Huh" His eyes widened slightly, being snapped out of his thoughts. "What is it?"

"You've been thinking for a while. What has you troubled?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." He slowly lets out a long, low sigh as he feels his hair through his fingers.

"Well, if you say s-"

A sudden knock came from the door, capturing both Tōru's and [F/N]'s attention. Her eyes widened in panic as she quickly got up, ushering Oikawa to leave before he was seen.

"Yes? I'm here!" She replied, her voice was soft and timid compared to her usual out going self.

"Is something wrong?" The knight asked from behind the door. "Your Father sent me here to accompany you. Apparently you've been more distant lately, spending most of your time in your room.. Is there.. Anything I could do to help?"

[F/N] slowly opened the door, peaking through to see who it was. And to her surprise, it was Iwaizumi Hajime. a Friend of hers from a far away village. The only Friend that her Father allowed to blossom. "H-Hajime-"

"I know, it's been a while hasn't it? [F/N]." He smiled ever so softly before staring back at the door that kept him from slinging his arms around her. "Mind if I get in?"

"Not at a- eep!" She stilled, feeling a pair of hands rest on either side of her waist. Slowly moving down to her core. She turned to look at Tōru who had a shit eating grin, obviously proud of the reaction he got from you. "Tōru.. Not now.. What are you doing.. -"

"Is someone there with you?" Iwaizumi asked with a concerned look on his face.

"N-NO- No, I was just startled. You haven't been in my room for.. Over 6 years y'know, and it's kind of overwhelming"

"R-Right... You're making me feel old [F/N]"

"That's because you are, blehhh" Hajime chuckled, forcefully pushing the door open with his strong arms.

"Alright, that's it you little trouble maker. I'm coming in whether you like it or not"

"NO- WAIT N-" She quickly turned to look at Tōru, but was met with an empty room. No trace of him but her bed and along with her other furniture.

Iwaizumi stepped in the room, chuckling at her childish actions. "You seriously can't be that embarrassed with me being here, are you?"

"Kind of... But um, apart from that. How's your Village? Everything alright?"

"Everything's been normal. Not to mention the Grand King hasn't visited us for over a week. It's quite a relief, yet terrifying." He walked further into the room, taking his helmet off with a Huff.

"I wonder why.." [F/N] mumbled out softly. Of course she knew why, she was the reason that Oikawa has been rarely seen out and about. He's always hanging out in her room, chatting, and laughing with her as if he wasn't some demonic entity. But at the end of the day, he's still the King of the Underworld. "How long are you gonna stay here for? Not that I want you to leave or anything"

"Maybe for a couple of days. You know, until you brighten up a bit."

"Haji, I'm okay I promise."

"You Promise?"

"Pinky Promise"

Hajime stared straight into her eyes with concern, but eventually sighed. "Fine, but if your Dad yells at me for not cheering you up? You're so in for it."

"Pfft, yeah, yeah" She quickly plopped herself beside Iwaizumi, slinging her arms around him with a cheerful smile. "I missed you"

He stuttered out a small 'Thank you' before wrapping his arms around her waist. His cheeks were painted pink as he dipped his head against her shoulder.

Little did the two know, a certain horned man was watching them, anger flowing all throughout his body as his fists clenched. She was supposed to be his, not that porcupines woman.

[webreathfandoms]

Be Mine? (Johnny Storm x Reader)

A/N: gif does not belong to me! hope y'all enjoy!

warning: flufffffff. little bit of implied assault at the start and violence

word count: 1406

***

Johnny Storm x Reader

The day started like any other day; Johnny woke up late, ate breakfast, and annoyed Reed before jumping off his balcony and flying around New York while ablaze. From up in the air everybody looked small and insignificant, but he knew he would save any one of these people in a flash. Which brought him to the next case. Johnny was flying around the more desolate and rough part of NY, trying to see if he could save the day.

Johnny flew over an abandoned alley but stopped when he spotted several figures surrounding a shorter one. The one being surrounded was hunched over protecting something with her body from the abusers. The Human Torch found himself burning hotter and sped over to the group of people.

"Look at little miss disgrace, over 'ere," sneered the one who looked to be the leader. All the guys easily towered over you and took several threatening steps towards you. As a result, you scrambled back. You held on tightly to your research papers in your hands that were probably more important than your life. Because you lived in such a harsh environment, the people living here didn't take too lightly to one of their own having similarities to their so-called enemies; the rich and smart. You weren't rich by any means, but what you lacked in wealth, you made up for with your intelligence. Your intelligence led you to graduate high school early and go to university at the young age of 15. Now, you found yourself working alongside Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, building, researching and conducting experiments. That was probably why the guys in front of you were trying to hurt you, for working with the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

As the boys grew closer you looked around for an escape, growing desperate enough to take your eyes off of them. Within those distracted seconds, the leader of the group, Vince, had managed to land a solid punch on your face. You stumbled back holding your jaw in shock and pain. The rest of the group rushed forward, one grabbing the arm that was holding your jaw, and the other guy attempting to grab the arm holding the research papers. However, you refused to let go causing them to get angrier.

"Let's see what's Mr. Stark's newest project is, hm boys?" Two guys grabbed your remaining arm and shoved it behind your back, with your papers falling to the ground in a heap. Vince picked up a piece of paper and started read the title,

'The regeneration and wound healing capacity of the Axolotl…'

He looked at the paper confused for a moment. "What the hell does that mean?" Suddenly there was a thud from behind them and everyone cast their eyes on the man whose flames were rescinding back into his body. "It means you guys will be too unconscious  to find out."

Your eyes widened at the sight of the Johnny Storm, aka The Human Torch: 1/4 of the Fantastic Four. What is he doing here? You thought. Just then Vince ran at Johnny only to be knocked out by a single punch. You raised your eyebrow in slight awe and wonder. The other boys stared at the superhero before running off. Idiots, you said to yourself.

"Hey, are you alright?" Johnny asked you, offering you a hand. You took the hand and admired how much more attractive he looked up close than on TV. You brushed off the dust from your (f/c) dress and reached a hand out for Johnny to shake.

"(y/n)." You said with a bright smile on your face. Johnny looked taken back by your kind smile but took your hand nonetheless, "Johnny."

You grinned secretively because you already knew who he was and what he was capable of. After an awkward moment, Johnny picked up the paper that Vince dropped when he was punched.

"Axolotl huh?" Johnny grinned wickedly causing you to blush. "They're Mexican Salamanders that's can regenerate their limbs and organs. It's truly amazing." You gushed, thinking of your little pet that you've been studying for the past couple of months.  

"You seem passionate about science." He said it more like a statement than a question. The fact that he noticed, though it was obvious, made your heart flutter. Most guys you've been with didn't care about your passions, especially if they couldn’t understand it. "I am. It always keeps me occupied and constantly guessing." Johnny smirked before speaking, "would you like to meet Reed Richards?"

You were surprised by the offer. You had just met yet here he was offering the chance to meet one of your favourite scientists. "Really? You would let me?" You asked incredulously.

"Yeah, why not? You love science, Reed loves science. It's a win-win situation!" Johnny threw his arms up for effect. You giggled at his ridiculous movement but nodded nonetheless. "Great," Johnny said before grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the alley, with you laughing along the way at his eagerness.

*** It's been months since Johnny saved you from Vince and months since you met Reed. Since you two were both science enthusiasts, Reed offered you a part-time job to work with him in his lab. You agreed. I mean who wouldn’t. Even if that meant working two demanding jobs.

But today was your day off and Johnny was taking you out to do something fun, something you desperately needed Johnny had said. Since that fateful day, the two of you were very close and you had started to develop feelings for the superhero.  You didn't know if he felt the same, so you kept the feelings to yourself.

Preparing for your day with Johnny, you brushed out your hair and curled it. Then you put on light makeup that consisted of light mascara and eyeliner, blush and nude lipstick. After getting ready in white high waisted shorts, and a (f/c) flowy tank top, you walked over to your desk to check on your little pet Axolotl, (any name for a pet). As you fed him, you didn't hear Johnny open your door and walk-in.

"Wow...beautiful," Johnny said while staring open-mouthed by your front door. You looked over at him and stared at him strangely, "yeah I know! Isn't (pet name) so beautiful?" You give your salamanders head a tender and loving pat.

Johnny scoffed and looked at you, "no I meant you, (y/n)." You blushed a dark red and looked away and the comment. "You don't look too bad yourself."  You replied. Johnny only smiled and offered his arm to you, which you took.

He led you out of your apartment and into the busy streets of New York. Johnny led you to an abandoned playground with a swing set. You pulled out of his grasp and ran for the swings with a laugh. "Push me!" You yelled at Johnny playfully after taking a seat on the swing. He complied and came behind you, gently grabbing your hips to push you. His hands would linger on your hips as he pushed you, causing chills to go up to your spine.

Eventually, Johnny stops pushing and you get tired of kicking your legs back and forth. Then a thought comes to mind. You glanced behind you and asked Johnny, "can you catch me?" He looked at you weirdly for a moment before smirking and moving to stand a foot away from your swinging body. Johnny flexed his arms making his muscles more prominent, "of course I can catch you, sweetheart." Your heart swelled up at the endearment.

You prepared yourself for the jump, though you weren't scared. As you caught enough air, you pushed yourself off the swing. Like it was happening in slow motion, you slowly descended through the air and towards Johnny's waiting arms. When you made contact with him, he pulled you to his chest and twirled you around, causing you to giggle madly. Johnny reluctantly put you down with a goofy smile on his face.

Slowly your eyes trailed over his face before your eyes met, and you gravitated towards each other. Johnny put a strong hand on the side of your face gently, cradling it. Finally, your lips met in a furious blaze. The kiss was slow, but the effect was addictive. Johnny was the first one to pull away, keeping his face close to yours, his breath fanning your face.

"Be mine?"

[spencers-dria]

Turn for the Better

Someone To Stay Ch. 1

Spencer x fem!reader

Spencer POV:

I open my eyes and glance around the room. It's darker than I remember. I must have fallen asleep reading on the couch again. I glance down and see a pile of books on the rug. Oh yeah...I only made it through about four books this time before I nodded off. I sigh in frustration that I'm awake. Might as well get up I suppose.

I wander into the kitchen and pull open the fridge only to be met with a jar of peanut butter, week old left overs, and a half empty jug of juice. Next.

I try again with the pantry. Almost completely bare. I guess this is what happens when you stop going to the grocery store. I settle on a cup of apple juice and a bag of chips... better than nothing right?

I slump back down onto the couch and pull my green wool blanket over me. As I stare up at my ceiling, as I begin to let my mind wander. But this was dangerous territory. I have to keep my mind occupied, I just have to. So I quickly sit back up and turn the TV to one of my favorite Dr. Who episodes. They say that anxious people re-watch the same shows because they find the familiarity comforting. I could definitely understand the feeling.

It was the weekend, which meant I wasn't called into work. Cases had been slow lately, as we spent quite a bit of time doing paperwork back at the office. Unfortunately for me, this meant less distractions. Distractions were good. Distractions were necessary. They are the only way I make it through the days anymore.

Things had finally returned to normal for me back at work. I was going into the field, and it felt like my coworkers were no longer tiptoeing around me. I hate when they do that, and it bothers me more than any amount of teasing ever could. I'm not so delicate, so easily breakable. Look at everything I have been through, everything I have endured. Yet here I am, still alive, still doing my job. I didn't need to be babied. So it was a relief when I felt the regular rapport I shared with my friends return. They had gone back to the sarcastic remarks and silly nicknames. I was grateful for it. They did, however, continue to check up on me. This was something that I did appreciate. They've seen me go down a dark road once before. I have no intentions of ever returning. I was stronger than that... I think. All I know is I have held on this long without resorting to any unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Coping mechanisms...oh how I wish I had something to make the healing process easier. Having a fairly empty social calendar left me alone often. Normally I would find comfort in the peace and quiet of my solitary apartment, but not quite so much lately. I couldn't very well make plans to go out, and I wouldn't even know how to begin to do that. Who would want to hang out with me right now anyways? I'd be a damper on the fun, and everyone knows it. That's probably why my friends stopped inviting me to the nights at the bar.

There I go again, letting my mind slip into a dark hole of anxiety. Its not a safe place to be. I quickly turn my attention back to the show in front of me, letting it drown out all other thoughts.

The ring of my phone quickly draws my attention away. Finally...another case! I jump up to answer, seeing the name on my screen: Derek Morgan. That's odd. Usually Hotch or Garcia call to notify us of a new case.

"Hello?" I answer, confusion lacing my voice.

"Pretty Boy! Buzz me up!"

Well now I'm even more confused. Derek never comes to my apartment. I quickly press the button letting him into the building and opening my apartment door, waiting for him to arrive.

As he comes up the stairs, he gives me a grin shouting, "Come on man! Get dressed. We're goin' out!"

I roll my eyes and retreat back into the apartment, Derek close behind me.

I sink back onto the couch, my eyes glued to the television as I tune him out.

"Aw c'mon. Don't be like that. How long have you been sitting there watching TV? Have you done anything else today, at all?"

I don't answer, I don't even look at him.

"Oh, let me guess. You've been reading all day, huh?"

"Wow, can't get anything past you huh?" I say dryly, regretting my tone as soon as the words left my mouth.

"Alright that it. You've been cooped up in here too long. Like I said before, we're going out. And I'm not taking no for an answer" he says sternly, raising an eyebrow at me.

I finally look up at him as I roll my eyes.

"You know I can kick your ass right?" Derek smirks.

"Fine" I concede. "Well...where are we going? I don't know what to wear unless you tell me what our plans are."

"Don't pretend you don't wear the same fancy button ups no matter where you end up going."

I let out a small laugh...he's got me there.

"Dinner at Rossi's. I know pretty boys are high maintenance but, hurry up or you'll make us late!" I smile at the nickname. Same old Derek.

Y/N POV:

You let out a sigh of relief as you watched your coworker approach you, ready to receive report. It had been a particularly busy shift, and you were ready to get some much-needed rest. You walked to each patient room, giving Clementine summary of the day and the latest updates on labs and vital signs. You stepped into each room with her, checking one last time to make sure each of your patients was doing well and didn't need anything else before you left. Normally you and Clem would spend some time catching up and making jokes, but she could tell you were tired and needed to be home more than anything. You wished her good luck on her shift as you made your way to the break room. After putting away your stethoscope and the large collection of pens, pencils, and markers you kept in your pockets, you finally headed towards the elevator to leave for the day.

You opened the door to your apartment to be greeted by your dog, Juneau. She was a rescue you adopted a few months back. She still needed to make progress, but she had really warmed up to you and your friends and seemed much more comfortable in her new home. After feeding her dinner and taking her for a short walk, you heated up a quick frozen dinner and sunk into your couch.  Curling up in your blanket, you spent a few minutes browsing through different streaming services only to land on The Office, as usual.  Your mind drifts to what your next few days might consist off. You just so happened to land 4 days off in a row, but you had no idea how you would spend your time. You glanced down at your phone as it lit up.  It was your Uncle Will.

"Hey, whats up!" you chimed, glad to hear from your favorite uncle.

"Hey, (Y/N). I'm actually calling to invite you to a dinner some friends of mine are having tomorrow night. I know your schedule is real busy. But I haven't seen you much since you moved up here to Virginia! I know you haven't met many people here yet, but I think I can help you make a start. "

The kind gesture made you smile. You had always been fairly close with your father's side of the family. He had grown up in Louisiana and met your mother at a college in Texas. You spent your childhood in Houston but frequently visited the Cajun half of your family. Uncle Will had moved away once he fell in love with Jenifer Jareau, his now wife, and you hadn't seem much of him the past few years. But as luck would have it, your nursing career had lead you to a hospital in Fredericksburg, VA. You felt extremely lucky to have family nearby, or else you would have been completely alone. But sometimes you still felt that way, which is why you were so grateful for his offer.

"That actually sounds great! I am off for the next four days, and I didn't really have anything planned. Who will I be meeting at this dinner?"

"Well it's some of JJ's coworkers. They're like a second family to us, and I know they'll be just as welcoming to you. I already told them you moved up here, and they've been begging to meet you."

"Aww I can't wait to see Aunt JJ and my sweet little cousin, Henry! Its been so long since I came to visit you guys. I think Henry was barely two years old the last time I saw him."

"Well we all hope to see you a lot more now that you're here. You're like a daughter to us, Y/N. You are welcome to visit any time you like. I know nursing is a stressful job, and it can take a toll. Its important to have family and friends around you when things get tough." You could hear that this was a genuine offer and you fully planned to take him up on it in the future. Being alone in a new state was taking its toll.

"So where and when should I plan to meet for dinner?"

"I'll text you the address real quick. Everyone is planning to meet around 6. It shouldn't be too far of a drive. It's one of JJ's coworker's houses. David Rossi. He's a real easygoing guy, and he loves cooking for everyone. He loves meeting new people even more, so you should feel right at home!"

"Sounds like a fun time. Thank you again for thinking to invite me. I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Alright boo, talk to you later."

You smiled at the pet name used by the entire Louisiana side of your family. I guess the north had yet to steal his southern roots. You hung up the phone. You finally had plans. It would be nice to talk to someone who wasn't a coworker.  It would also be your first excuse to dress up since moving and starting your new job. Too excited to wait, you jumped up from the couch and began to rifle through your closet for something to wear. You didn't want to be too over or underdressed. You grabbed a black spaghetti strap fit and flare dress and throw it on with some black panty hose, a lightweight maroon cardigan, and some black heels. You snapped a quick photo in the mirror and shoot a text to Aunt JJ.

Y/N: Apparently I'm joining y'all for dinner tomorrow night...is this too much???

Aunt JJ: I heard! I can't wait!

And oh my goodness, no! You look gorgeous! It will be perfect.

Also...Henry is so excited to see you!

You smiled, more confident in your choice. Aunt JJ had great taste. You had only had the chance to meet her in person a couple times, but the two of you had clicked right away and stayed in touch over text and Facetime. Sometimes she felt more like the sister you never had.

Starting to feel the effects of your particularly difficult shift, you start to get ready for bed. You wanted to be well rested for tomorrow. You say goodnight to Juneau and crawl into bed, snuggled under all the blankets. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, with the feeling that things in your life are about to take a turn for the better. You couldn't explain it...but somehow you just knew.

[cheemerthelizard]

Crusader of Life 2: Chapter 6

After a nice meal at Tonio’s, the three head out, bellies full and bodies healthier. However, the last thing they expected to see was Josuke and Okuyasu, charging at them, with a look of pure hatred on their faces. It looks like another enemy has come to attack them.

"I like that Tonio guy," Kakyoin said. "At first he seemed a little sketchy, but he's pretty nice."

"I agree," Lily replied. "It's nice to see he's using his Stand to help others, too. It feels like everyone we come across always wants to use it to hurt others or for their personal gain. Tonio could have just as easily shown people his healing abilities and charged an insane amount of money for his food, but he chooses to open a restaurant in a small town with reasonable prices."

Meanwhile, Emily was looking behind her when she saw a familiar face. “Mommy!” she tugged on Lily's pant leg to get her attention. “Mommy, I see Josuke and Yasu!”

Lily peered over the horizon, and saw the two running towards them.

“Well, what do you know?” Kakyoin commented. “There they are. Although, I wonder why they’re running.”

“Yeah, I don’t see why, either,” Lily replied. “They’re so close to us, too. They’d usually slow down by now.”

Kakyoin looked again, and the boys were close enough that he could see something different in their eyes. A murderous intent, and, at the same time, a blank, zombie-like expression. “Lily, Emily, look out!” He tackled them out of the way as Okuyasu used The Hand to attempt to scrape away the little girl. Not long after, Josuke tried punching Kakyoin, but he rolled along the ground and dodged just in time.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” Lily exclaimed? “Why are you attacking us?”

Neither of the boys answered as they went back to attack the three, who were still laying on the ground. As Josuke approached Lily, he sent one of Crazy Diamond's fists straight through her stomach, leaving her fatally wounded. However, Josuke failed to notice that Ace of Pentacles had already activated and duplicated Lily in the nick of time.

"There was something wrong with his eyes," Lily told Kakyoin. "They were pink. Josuke's normal eyes are blue."

"Are you suggesting these might not be the real Josuke and Okuyasu?" Kakyoin asked.

"They might not be," Lily answered. "But we don't know for sure. All we can know is that this is not Josuke or Okuyasu acting on their own. Either they're being influenced by a Stand or these are fakes created by a Stand. We need to keep them alive for now, just in case."

"Okuyasu," Josuke whispered to his friend, "Mrs. Lily and Mr. Kakyoin are distracted right now. Let's take care of Emily."

Both boys sprinted towards the little girl, but it didn't go unnoticed by her. Like a squid that feels threatened and releases ink, she instinctually activated Walking on Sunshine and made everything around her float, including bugs, leaves, blades of grass that had been rooted up, and the four people surrounding her. Both parents soon figured out what was going on, and returned their attention to the boys, who, despite being airborne, were still trying to get to Emily. Josuke was trying to "swim" towards her, while Okuyasu used his Stand to move through the air.

"Leave Emily out of this!" Kakyoin shouted, using Hierophant to snatch her away before Okuyasu could reach her.

"Sorry, Mr. Kakyoin," Josuke shrugged. "We can't."

"Why can't you?" Kakyoin asked the boys.

"Reina told us to get rid of you, and so we will," Okuyasu said nonchalantly.

"Reina?"

"Emily, baby," Lily tried hiding the stress in her voice, but she couldn't do it very well. "Can you deactivate Walking on Sunshine, please?"

Emily nodded, and squeezed her eyes shut. However, when they opened again, everyone was still suspended in the air. "I can't!" she exclaimed. "She's still here!"

"What do you mean, you can't?" Lily asked, trying to sound as calm as possible. Which, given the circumstances, was a very hard thing to do.

"I can't do it!" Emily started to cry, and things started floating that were even further away. "I'm sorry, Mommy! She won't stop!"

"Who's Reina?" Kakyoin questioned the two boys.

"Nobody who you need to know," Josuke answered. "She matters to us, and that's all there is to it."

"Doesn't it seem fishy that you would kill multiple people just because this 'Reina' told you to?" Kakyoin argued.

Josuke locked eyes with Okuyasu, and Okuyasu with Josuke, then both turned back to Kakyoin and shrugged.

"Seems logical to me," Josuke told him.

"I don't see a problem there," Okuyasu added.

"No, no, no, no, it's okay, sweetie, no need to cry!" Lily consoled, although it sounded more like a plead. She glanced over at Kakyoin, who had been (unsuccessfully) trying to negotiate with Josuke and Okuyasu. "Noriaki, prepare for an air battle!"

Kakyoin nodded his head, and summoned Hierophant, who wrapped its tentacles around Emily to keep her safe and secure. "I think these are the real Josuke and Okuyasu," he said to Lily.

"Why do you think that?" Lily asked as she duplicated herself before her original was scraped away by The Hand, and used Okuyasu as a footstool to move through zero gravity.

"They keep talking about how they want to 'please Reina' so they can gain her approval," Kakyoin answered as he grabbed the ground with Hierophant to pull himself away from Josuke's attack and stroked Emily's hair to calm her down. "Why would a fake person created by a Stand talk about gaining approval from someone we've never heard of?"

"You have a point," Lily nodded, then gasped. "Noriaki, behind you! They're coming for Emily!"

Kakyoin grabbed both boys, who believed they had made a sneak attack on him, with Hierophant's tentacles, then launched himself behind them from pulling them forward, and used an Emerald Splash to counter them. He made sure it didn't do too much damage, though, as he was sure those were the real boys.

"Stop running away, dang it!" Okuyasu growled. "We have a woman to win over!"

"She's mind controlling you, don't you get it?" Kakyoin shouted, with a hint of worry in his voice.

"You're not going to break the spell by trying to convince them, you know!" Lily objected. "The only way to free them is by finding the user, probably Reina, and either getting her to release them from her grip or knocking her out.”

"But how are we supposed to find this Reina if we're stuck in Emily's zero gravity?" Kakyoin asked.

"I don't know!" Lily fretted. "The only way to escape is to move out of the radius, but we can't do that without putting Emily at risk!"

Once Josuke and Okuyasu were done recovering from the Emerald Splash, they went back to attack Emily and Kakyoin. That's when a light bulb sparked in Kakyoin's mind. "Lily!" he shouted. "Catch!" He threw Emily just above Lily's reach, though, so that the little girl would be thrown far enough for him to escape her gravity radius. Of course, the boys followed after her, unaware of Kakyoin's plans. He saw the objects that were falling were getting closer and closer to him, until...

"Noriaki!" Lily exclaimed. "You're on the ground!"

"Here's the plan," Kakyoin called out to Lily. "I'll go search for Reina, and you do everything you can to keep those two away from Emily!"

"You got it!" Lily shouted. Let's hope Josuke and Okuyasu don't know Hierophant's powers, or they'll know to chase after him, instead, she thought to herself.

"It'll take forever to find someone who you've never seen before, even in a small town!" Josuke laughed. "You think running everywhere will speed the process up?"

Thank goodness, they don't know! Lily sighed lightly.

"Whatever," Okuyasu said to his friend, "let's just try and get rid of Lily and Emily. After all, the little one's currently being left unattended."

Right! Emily! Kakyoin had thrown her to escape Walking on Sunshine's power, and she was still suspended in midair! Okuyasu was gaining on the child quicker than Lily would ever be able to. At least, not without a boost. A boost!

With some quick reactions, Lily duplicated herself with Ace of Pentacles, and boosted off of herself, grabbing Emily and throwing her into the original copy's arms. Right after Emily was safe and sound, the duplicate Lily was wiped away with The Hand.

Noriaki, please find Reina soon, Lily silently begged. I don't know how long I'll be able to hold these two off.

***

As soon as everyone was out of sight, Kakyoin stopped running, and caught his breath. "Hierophant Green!" he called, and his Stand obediently showed itself.

"I need you to survey the area," he said. "Look for a girl, of course. Probably has a murderous intent in her eyes. Make sure you can feel the power of a Stand. If all three of those match up, we've probably got our culprit."

Hierophant nodded, and slipped through whatever cracks he could find in order to stay hidden. Geez, how many girls could live in one small town? There were so many, and none so far had met the criteria that Kakyoin had set for him. Not one. He was just about to give up, but then he saw a girl. A girl who he felt a strange power leaking from her skin. A girl who was clearly not trying to be modest. Everything about her seemed to be an attempt to show herself off. And, from the looks of things, it was working, too. She was talking to a guy who was definitely into her.

"So, I'm having a party tonight," the boy said, leaning against his motorcycle. At least, it looked like it was his. "Alcohol included. You look like the type of girl who would call that a good time."

"Oh, I definitely would," the girl purred. "Any party without alcohol is only as fun as a two-year-old's birthday party. Not fun at all." As she talked, Kakyoin felt that power coming from her strengthen. "Of course, any party that doesn't end in me waking up next to the party's host is a party I'd rather not go to, so..."

"I was hoping that was part of the deal," the boy grinned.

"And I was hoping you'd say that," the girl answered. "You were way too easy to win over to Tainted Love."

The boy tilted his head. "Tainted Love?" Before he could question it any further, though, the girl snapped her fingers, and the boy suddenly looked like he was in a trance. Pastel pink eyes, the zombified expression on his face, it was all adding up! This was Reina!

Hierophant sent a signal through his body to Kakyoin to alert him that Reina had been found, and Kakyoin instantly received it and sprinted down the path Hierophant made to lead him to the user.

"Now, I want you to go into your pantry," Reina instructed the spellbound boy, "find all of the alcohol, and give it to me."

The boy nodded, and ran towards his home.

"That was too easy," Reina laughed to herself. "I'm going to be wasted tonight. Man, with this power, I'll never have to buy anything again. Speaking of this power, I wonder how Josuke and Okuyasu are doing?"

"They're doing fine," Kakyoin said. "Well, except for the fact that a selfish little brat is using her Stand to make them her slaves to kill off my daughter, my wife, and I, but other than that, perfectly fine."

Reina gasped. "Kakyoin!" she growled. "How did you escape?"

"That's not important," Kakyoin answered her. "What is important is that you release those two from your Stand's grasp."

Reina looked Kakyoin in the eye, then back up at the sky. "Nah."

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Reina," Kakyoin scowled. "And I think we'd rather both do it the easy way."

"Any way is the easy way for me, now," Reina chuckled. "After all, I have Tainted Love by my side." She completely summoned her Stand for the first time, and revealed a cherry-red-skinned, humanoid figure, with hearts for eyes. It's hair was a darker color than its body, and it's clothes... well, there were none at all. Not that it looked immodest, it just looked... incomplete, as if her Stand wasn’t fully formed.

“You can’t seduce me, Reina,” Kakyoin said. “I’m happily married. Plus, what are you, sixteen? Seventeen?”

“I’m not trying to seduce you,” Reina laughed. “Tainted Love is trying to.“

“What difference does it make?” Kakyoin asked.

“The difference,” Reina answered, “is Tainted Love’s abilities. She can morph herself into your ideal woman, and act ideally, too. And once you've been seduced by her, snap!" Reina snapped her fingers. "You're under my control."

While she was explaining her powers, Tainted Love was slowly changing shape, her red skin shifting to a shade of beige, her hair changing into a blonde ponytail, and her eyes becoming almond-shaped, with blue corneas. Eventually, she became a spitting image of Lily.

“Noriaki!” Tainted Love cooed. “I was so worried!” She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him. “I thought you might die from this girl.” The fake Lily planted her face in the crook of Kakyoin’s neck. “You’re my hero.”

Oh, Kakyoin’s heart was thumping, and it was thumping hard. After all, Reina’s Stand now looked exactly like the woman he married.

“Wow,” Reina stifled a laugh. “That’s your fantasy? This isn’t a Mario game, you know.”

“I just want to protect her, is that so bad?” Kakyoin argued. “And I just want her to feel safe in my arms.”

“Anyway,” Reina snorted, “it’s too late for you, now! With the snap of my fingers...” she went for a snap, but her fingers wouldn’t move. “I said, with the snap of my fingers...” she tried again, nothing. That’s when she’s turned her head to look at her hands, both of which were entangled in Hierophant’s tendrils, making it impossible to snap.

“You didn’t notice Hierophant sneaking up on you while Tainted Love flirted with me?” Kakyoin asked. “Well, it’s too late for you, now.”

“Don’t think you can just get out of this unha-“ Reina didn’t get to finish her sentence because Hierophant wrapped his tendrils around her mouth and nose, making it so she couldn’t breathe. She tried clawing at the tendrils encasing her breath, but her fingers fell right through.

“I’m sorry, Reina,” Kakyoin shrugged. “I asked if you wanted to do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s not my fault you chose the hard way.”

The last thing Kakyoin heard from Reina was her muffled screams before she passed out. “I know you don’t know this, but I truly am sorry,” he said to the girl after setting her down on the ground. “I don’t like having to do things like that with my Stand, no matter who it is. And for the record, my two-year-old's birthday party was awesome."

***

Lily had just barely escaped death over ten times now, and there were tons of copies of her, all lifeless as they floated through the air. For some reason, even though Emily had calmed down, Walking on Sunshine was still as active as ever. Lily thought it might have something to do with the fact that they were in danger, since Emily was old enough to know what danger really looked like. Noriaki, she pleaded silently as she duplicated herself yet again before she was punched through by Crazy Diamond, now would be a really good time to defeat Reina. They’re starting to figure out how to move in zero gravity!

As Okuyasu was quickly approaching Lily, she duplicated herself yet again and her copy shot straight up, Emily in her arms. However, she failed to notice that Josuke had snuck up behind her, Crazy Diamond prepared to attack. He just barely missed her heart, since she was still moving fast from the boost, and instead punched her straight in the stomach.

The pain was agonizing. Lily felt almost all of her life energy leave her body immediately after the punch. It was so bad she let go of Emily.

So this is how it felt, Noriaki? All of those years ago in Egypt? This is the pain you had to endure? She could barely keep tears away reliving that memory. As her vision faded out, she heard one last voice.

“No! Mrs. Lily! Don’t worry, I’ve got you! Okuyasu, take care of the dead Lilies all around, would ya?”

They’re... not trying to kill me?

Before she knew it, her vision immediately got better, and the pain in her abdomen was only a memory. That’s when she saw Josuke’s blue eyes again, staring down at her with worry.

"You're... back to normal," Lily smiled weakly.

"Oh, Mrs. Lily, I'm so, so sorry. I promise, that wasn't me acting on my own, someone was controlling me. If I had known what she would do, I would have never fallen for her," Josuke rambled.

"It's okay, Josuke," Lily reassured him. "I could tell you weren't controlling your actions. Your eyes were pink."

"Really?" Josuke sighed with relief. "Thank goodness. I wouldn't want you to think I'm a bad kid, or anything."

Immediately, everyone dropped to the ground, none of them feet first. Well, except for Emily, who was gently carried down by Walking on Sunshine.

"Emily!" Lily exclaimed. She ran over to the little girl, and scooped her up in her arms. "I'm so glad you're okay," she hugged her tightly, and planted kisses all over her cheeks.

"I'm sorry for the hassle, Mrs. Lily," Okuyasu scratched the back of his head. "I'm sure you already know, but this girl-"

"Yeah, yeah, Reina, pleasing her, I get it," Lily waved her hand around. "It happens to the best of us. Well, not that specifically, but being attacked by a Stand."

"I wonder how Mr. Kakyoin was able to find Reina?" Josuke muttered.

"I'll tell you while we walk," Lily answered him. "Let's go find him, so he knows we're safe."

The boys nodded, and all four of them casually walked away.

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So Destiel. Canon probably. They're not together yet, mutual pining and self loathing abound. They're in a fight over, i dunno, Cas leaving again or Dean being reckless on a hunt..whatever your preference. Full on screaming at each other while Sam watches, until Dean gives some B.S. excuse for something then clams up & Cas growls in frustration... "being in love with you is so EXHAUSTING!" And that's how the love confessions comes out. Sam quickly exits the room and Dean and Cas have "the talk"

I love how my McKirk fic from my writing blog inspired this one :D this line in particular, right?

“But dammit, loving Jim wasexhausting.”

Anyway, sorry this took so long – asI said, I was out and about today and when I got home my brain just wouldn’tkickstart into doing anything but staring at my computer. For some reason.

So, this is 1615 words –it’s not exactly how you wanted, I think,but I hope you like it.

Also, yes, I guess I’m a LITTLE evil... for putting that read more where I did :D

Everything was as usual. Dean parked the Impala in thebunkers garage and everyone spilled out in a slower than usual fashion, one ortwo groans marking their movements as they heaved their tired bodies out of thepositions they’d been locked into for the last who knew how many hours. (Sam couldeasily figure it out, but what was the point? It was too damn long.)

“First dibs on the shower!” Dean shouted, tossing his keysat Sam, trusting him to get the bags.

Sam rolled his eyes and unlocked the trunk of the car to do justthat even as Dean disappeared around the corner. Sam caught sight of Cas,looking a little more disgruntled and disheveled than usual, frowning afterDean.

Sam sighed. “Everything okay, Cas?”

“I just wish Dean didn’t take things in such a cavaliermanner.”

Sam winced. It had been a tough case and Dean had rushed in asusual and gotten cornered. He’d been lucky not to be severely injured. No, thathad been last week, and Cas had struggled with his withering Grace to heal him.

Sam was with Cas on this one. He also wished that Dean wouldtake it a little easier. They weren’t as young as they used to be, and it wasstarting to show.

Maybe if what they were going up against were plain oldhumans, it’d be one thing, but the things they went toe to toe with on aregular basis had always been a little (or a lot) stronger and faster than theywere and age was taking its toll.

Sam watched as Cas disappeared through the door, taking thesame turn as Dean did. He looked down and realized both of them had stuck himwith all the bags.

The angel he understood. It wasn’t as if any of these bags werehis, so it was probably the last thing he was thinking about, especially as preoccupiedwith Dean as he was. But Dean…

“Dammit, Dean,” Sam muttered, even though his brother couldn’thear him. He shouldered his laptop bag and grabbed a duffel with each hand andfollowed after.

He’d only gotten halfway down the hall when he heard raised voices.Not knowing what was wrong – had the bunker been broken into again? How manytimes would this make? Amara, Lucifer, the British men of letters on multipleoccasions and those Frankenstein guys too – Sam promptly dropped the duffels,the laptop bag falling on top with a gentle thump.

Gun drawn, Sam followed the voices, swung around the corner,his heart pounding in his ears –

To find Dean and Cas squared off in the middle of thehallway, Dean only half clothed, and completely blocking Sam’s way if he wanedto get to his own room.

He blinked at the scene before him.

Normally, if Cas was mad at Dean, he gave him the silent treatment.Wonder where he got that from, Sam nearly snorted. And Dean, sure, he neverhesitated to raise his voice but it was never quite like this.

“- stop throwing yourself into danger, Dean!”

“It’s literally my job, Cas!” Dean shouted back. “Not gonnastop because you told me to! I ain’t a shrinking violet, y’know! I may not be abad ass angel of the lord, but I do some good in this world! I’m making adifference!”

Sam winced. He didn’t know if Cas could hear it or not, butthe tone of Dean’s voice almost had a pleading quality to it. A desperation andneed to be… not heard, maybe, but to have someone acknowledge that he was making a difference. Maybe forsomeone to assure him that he was?

“You can still do your ‘job’ and exercise a bit more cautionand restraint in what you do. You’re not going to make much difference if you’relying dead on the ground!”

Dean leaned forward and nearly stabbed Cas’s chest with hisfinger. “Hunters don’t always have the luxury of waiting if they want to getthe upper hand. If that means I need to take a few risks, then I’m damn wellgonna do it. Besides, I know you got my back.”

Leaning back, Dean tossed a smirk smug over at Cas, crossinghis arms over his naked chest.

Cas’s eyes flashed, and before Sam could even register hewas moving, Cas had slammed both his hands against the wall on either side ofDean, pinning him there. Dean’s face faltered, and emotions flitted over him sofast that even Sam, as used to Dean’s moods as he was, couldn’t identify them.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice was gruff, but uncertain.

“Dammit, Dean,” Cas growled, frustration clear. “Being inlove with you is exhausting!”

He should leave. This was about as personal as it got…

As quietly as possible – they still hadn’t noticed him, butthat wasn’t unusual for them either – he started to slowly back away.

 “I… what?” Dean gasped out. Sam nearly gasped as well. He’dknown. Of course he’d known. Thefuckers may be oblivious to their mutual pining, but Sam was trapped right inthe goddamn middle of it. He couldn’t escape it if he wanted to (and oh did hewant to!).

But to finally hear one of them admit it?

Maybe the world had ended.

Cas reeled back, realization and horror dawning on his face.He shoved away from the wall, away from Dean and looked away. “I-I’m sorry. Inever meant to say. I know you don’t feel the same way back. But…” he turned toface Dean again. “My Grace isn’t as strong as it once was and I don’t know howmuch longer I can keep putting you back together. I don’t think I can take it…if something happens to you – “

Dean stared openmouthed as Cas choked on his words, fumblingto a halt. He looked away from Dean again – thankfully, not in Sam’s direction.He was almost outta there. Just a few more steps – and whispered, “I’m sorry. I’llleave.”

He started to back away but a growl from Dean made Samfreeze and Cas’s head shoot back over in surprise.

“Why the hell do you keep leaving me?” Dean’s voice was rough and now he was advancing on Cas,the angel backing up till it was himpinned against the wall. And if that wasn’t one of the weirdest things he’dever seen. Cas could crush Dean like a bug and yet…  “Maybe I letmyself get hurt, because then you’d have to stick around. Huh? Ever think ofthat?”

“I… I don’t understand,” Cas said finally.

Just say it youdumbass, Sam mentally shouted. He eased a foot back, then another.

“What did you think Imeant every time I said I needed you?” Dean’s voice dropped to a whisper, but theacoustics of the hall still made every word crystal clear.

Oh god, did that mean they could still hear every step Sammade? He froze and inspected the tableau before him. No, the two of them weretoo involved in each other to make note of anything else around him. Sam closeshis eyes and sighed in relief.

Now if he could only get the courage to start moving again.

“For my… my mojo, of course,” Castiel said hesitantly. Thefact that he believed every word he said made Sam’s heart break. “To use my angelicgifts to help you and Sam – “

“No, you idiot – those are just the perks. I wouldn’tfucking care if you had no mojo atall. Hell, me and Sam ain’t got any, and we do just fine,” Dean argued. Herethought the last sentence. “Well, usually, anyway. No, Cas. I need you. For you. Not for your angel mojo, or your gazillion years of knowledge.I need you, for your obsession overbees – “

“That was one time, Dean…” Cas made a weak protest and Samalmost choked holding in his laughter. He well remembered the wild look in Dean’seyes when he mentioned the incident with a naked Cas showing up to talk – withbees crawling all over him.

“ – and your lack of pop culture knowledge despite Metatron’sfreaky downloading thing. I need you for your sass, your absolutely gorgeouseyes, your… your insane optimism, your weird naivety, your fucking brilliantmind… just… all of you. The parts ofyou that have nothing to do with what you are but who you are. And I… I fucking love you, Cas, okay?”

Dean was breathing hard at the end of his speech. Cas wasstaring at him with wide, hopeful eyes and Sam wanted to shout to the sky butdaren’t even breath.

One more step…

One more step and he’d be outta their hair.

Then Sam was gonna go right outside the bunker and shout “Fucking finally!” as loud as he couldto the sky and get it out of his system so he didn’t spill the beans to thefirst person who called. Sam should probably let Dean decide if and when hewanted to tell anybody else.

There was a time for fucking around with his brother, andthis was not one of those times.

The last thing Sam saw before he finally made it to safety,was Dean leaning forward slowly, eyes closing, while Cas’s arms slid up andaround Dean’s neck. Their lips touched, pulled away and met again in a series ofsoft and gentle kisses.

Sam smiled at their sappiness. They probably still had more airclearing to do, but this… this should get them started on the right path.

Finally, someone he loved was getting something theydeserved.

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I showed him a picture of me and I said you have hope okay you said you had I will and we're going to be fine I said we will we've got all sorts of kids I'm looking forward to seeing us any of the factory that gets it all done that's great I'm building factories I know what I'm doing I'm going to be a good boy that's not hard this is going to work it's going to be great have some freedom and hopefully you'll healing I hope so too so have a good night Hera I'll be here with you but enjoy you deserve this it's been a long time and we're going to beef up defenses just in case we're doing that too and she saw it and said you better be doing it and we doubled it and tripled it it's already meant we did 10 times and we're going to be prepared

What kind of having a chat but above is Hera and Zeus and she's a little worried and she's saying it I'm he's not and he's saying it you're sitting like a rock so I just ate I'm looking heavy I'm thinking of those stones out there no I'm just trying to remember what's going on oh he says and Hera

So I hear it too I have to stop shouting all the time and help Florida have not so angry they can't keep shouting at everybody all kind of stupid but really it's not really that productive I looked at it too and it's not Hera says

We looked at and it's true these people demanded over and over and over I'm going to put a stop to it shortly as you can see her there are a few problems that were building up and they had for a while now they're all going to be resolved rather quickly they don't seem to care either they're a bunch of weirdos but our friend says it hasn't happened yet so we should be on our toes and put every alert out there we can and get every single soldier going and sign up everybody and invent them all and put an alert out to our people where we are and say we are having a major major event we need all to sign up all of the interviewed and cleared it is required for you to sign up at this time and tell them the empire is fleet is almost fully mobilized and so the foreigners would follow suit and they hear it and say that all the ground bases are charging up and fueling up with hugely lasers too they have big giant diamonds and they hear that and it's moving and we're getting action finally said planetary defense systems for our to be at full and maximum and you are of course to use the planetary defense system to hire as many as possible and perhaps declare a partial martial law in order to hire the rest of ours because we need to have we need to have all our planets on lockdown we can't have any signals going out that are not military signal and we're going to do that now

So you see this is what happens when I get gloomy is here to help his training from being a little boy he loves me a lot and misses me sometimes get mad at me but they're the whole town was against us and it was a lot more than that I figured out later much later so I remember you I have to contact me I'm here for you all the time I'm here doing the act and they're doing plays and maneuvers and really they have to carry the ball a lot of the time and we have to do a little bit to get them to try and carry it more and I found out the more that I do the more they have to carry the ball so I started listening and I heard me saying that I said wow I said this is going to be great you have no idea how great this is going to be and I can't believe it either I won't be able to believe it you will I'll sit here with nothing in the middle of all these people of course I get a lot of prayers and thank yous and and you do too but you know you get more than that I'm just going okay but you're a woman and you need it you really are true Trulia man

We're moving out there's a huge deal of things happening she's sending back some choice messages and he is too and we're going through things and we're getting it done I'm going to be fine but we need all of our people to sign up in order for that to happen we don't need anybody hissing and pissing about stupid things it doesn't help us in any way

Thor Freya

The draft is issued we're drafting our people now

Olympus

Thank God and Goddess

Hera

Zues