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boymeetsweevil · 5 years ago

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Masterlist

who says i love you first

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, 1336w Your tiny existential crisis + Namjoon during bedtime

welcome to my channel (KNJ)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 659w “5k Sub! Unisex Brow Grooming Tutorial feat. Joon :)”

baby genius**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, ~2300w “In which you’re very smart and Namjoon has a tiny garter belt fetish”

dead man sells no toes**

Witch!Reader, Halloweentown AU, ~5200w “Your thoughts have a mind of their own when it comes to the cute delivery human with the mysterious tattoos”

call me maybe*

Idol-AU (kinda), club meet-cute AU, ~6600w

At first you were just trying to get some free drinks out of some guy at the bar, but then it becomes a lot more

warm fuzzies*

Non-Idol AU, slice of life, ~6200w “In which Jjangu AND his owner, Kim Seokjin, fall for you”

welcome to my channel (KSJ)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1208w “Dyeing @Eat_Jin ‘s hair and avocado mask DIY :)))”

hell’s kitchen

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, ‘crack’, ~2200w “It’s Jin’s birthday and it’s a hot ass mess because you can’t keep a secret”

and wrapped your arms around my neck** (req)

established relationship AU, part vampire!Seokjin, pwp, ~2000w “Vamp!Jin if you squint and then close your eyes entirely, this is 90% just sex yall”

punch drunk love*

Non-Idol AU, friends to lovers, 1742w Emotional constipation means sometimes you have to beat emotions out. Or, in this case, finger-flick them out.

welcome to my channel (MYG)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 626w “New M.A.C lip tints feat. my roommate :)”

the min booty diaries** (req) - 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Idol AU, body/self-esteem issues

“Join Min Yoongi on his journey to becoming an ass man OR ~5 instances in which Yoongi realized he had a serious thing for your ass”

ode to wine

Idol AU, establised relationship AU, 900w

“A moment alone with Yoongi after the award show has come and gone”

off the deep end**

Mermaid!Yoongi, College AU, interspecies canoodling, a bit angsty, ~17,500w

“Your new mermaid friend, Yoongi, helps you navigate the treacherous waters of love, sex, and National Geographic.”

bump and grind*

Idol AU, BH employee!Reader, ~3000w

“If someone told you that months after getting hired by BigHit to translate and subtitle VLive videos you would be at an idol’s birthday party with your ass pressed firmly against Jung Hoseok’s crotch, you wouldn’t have believed them.”

welcome to my channel (JHS)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1164w

“Unisex nail care routine feat. Hobi and red wine ;)”

who’s your favorite**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, misbehaving in a Chili’s, ~1400w

“If you ask the man himself, it takes a half a year of going to a shitty family restaurant after work on Fridays for Hoseok to become your favorite. In reality, though, he just didn’t get the joke. OR

‘I give you dick. Good dick!’”

cover you in constellations

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, 987w

“Happy birthday to Jung Hoseok, the most beautiful”

hoping for the best**

Non-Idol AU, Lifeguards!Reader and Hoseok, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, ~24,300w

“He knows you two are linked though. You must know it too. It’s impossible to deny when you both reach climax at the same time during your first time, the breath leaving him like you knocked it out and your eyes rolling into the back of your head like he scratched stars there for only you to see.”

sleeping bags (and other unconventional cures for insomnia) (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, enemies to more than friends, ~2500w

Based off the prompt “snowed in with your enemy at a ski resort”

watch yourself**

Non-Idol AU, Dressing room Attendant!Hoseok, exhibitionist!Hoseok, ~7770w

“It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen”

mistletoe

Non-Idol AU, friends to lovers, Christmas AU?, ~3300w

“Jimin just can’t seem to get a moment alone with you at this christmas party, and you just can’t seem to stop baking…”

welcome to my channel (PJM)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1093w

“Drugstore Haul plus mini Sephora Haul and Surprise :)”

blue, not blanc** (req)

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~4500w

Based off the prompt: ‘can u do a jimin smut where he has a thing for panties’

me, you, and this thing we have between us** (req)

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~3700w

You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it

slippery slopes ahead** (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~6600w

“‘Look at you,’ he coos. ‘All this time I thought you were shy.’”

childhood bestie (bullet)

Non-Idol Au, Childhood Besties!Reader and Taehyung, 943w

what it would be like if you and taehyung’s moms were bffs, so you and taehyung were bffs from birth

welcome to my channel (KTH)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 667w

“Using Tom Ford Luna highlighters on my neighbor ;)”

a day in the life

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Roommates!Reader and Taehyung, slice of life, ~1900w

“A typical day living with Kim Taehyung consists of constant fights for the blanket and watching him steal your crop tops”

cougar** - 1, 2

Non-Idol AU, College AU, (slightly) Older!Reader, ~1400w + ~4700w

“…guys like him give off two very conflicting vibes. The first says ‘Wow, look at this handsome young man, I hope my kids are that beautiful’. The second says, ‘Wow, I want to have his kids’”

hectic halloween

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Best friends!Reader and Taehyung, language, ~1400w

Tae invites you to a Playboy™️ themed halloween party and a wardrobe malfuction of sorts occurs.

breathe you in** (req)

Popstar!Reader, Non-Idol!Taehyung, exes to lovers, ~7800w

Based on the prompt: Can I pls request an ex lovers trope with taehyung where you broke up with him , but he shows you he loves you and was never over you and wants to be together again? Thanks!

(welcome to) camp lonely heart**

Camp Counselors!Reader and Taehyung, fun with walkie talkies, friends to lovers, ~15,600w

It’s possible to find love in all sorts of places: In bars, in school, on apps. But what about through a walkie talkie?

heat index**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, 2700w

“The town being in a heat wave puts Tae’s in a bit of a love drought. But even still, he makes do and (kind of) does you”

blood of the covenant* (to be rebooted) - 1, 2

Vampire!Reader, Human!Jungkook, College AU, Post-Apocalyptic(?) AU, 3476w+ ~3700w

“You’re an unregistered vampire trying your hardest to save up enough to go to school by working long hours and giving up meals. Unfortunately, the local university refuses to enroll starving vampires like yourself because they’re seen as threats. Desperate to get in, you take up Jeon Jungkook’s shady offer to help”

welcome to my channel (JJK)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1038w

“Cutting Men’s hair and talking about life feat. Kook :)”

blind!reader* (req)

Non-Idol AU, Blind!Reader, College AU, 4422w

Based off the prompt: Hi! I have a bts request! so the "prompt" is y/n were love at first sight for him, but y/n's life motto is "love is blind" because y/n is actually blind. this is just for fun, but I'd really like to read your take on it!! you can pick any of the boys. :)

for science**

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Nerd!Jungkook, very dramatic

“Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.”

The most magical place in hell (req)

Takes place somewhere after the events of FS, the gang goes on vacation...

bts as types of drunks

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, 2073w

the seven chaotic drunks™️ embodied

bts as types of (weird) babies in your daycare

Pre-school teacher!Reader, Babies!BTS, 4610w

the seven chaotic babies™️ embodied

bts as types of boyfriends

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~3295w

the seven chaotic boyfriends™️ embodied

sweetstupid moments with bts

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~2054w

More boyfriend shenanigans

sleepovers with sleepy bts

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~2109w

Even more boyfriend shenanigans

SS series (under construction)

* = suggestive, ~nsfw ** = smut, NSFW (req) = requested

and then there were two** (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, established relationship AU, ~3480w

Based on the prompt: “what do u think abt college bf mark and awkward and fumbling first time”

Sequel: and then there were finals**(req), 2k

Based on the prompt: “mark lee from nct! college au and NSFW. finding time in between studying for finals.”

in your court (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, clueless crushes and matchmaking, ~10,900w

Based on the prompt: “what about ,, bff!haechan trying to set taeil and his awkward ass up with oc Or awkward!oc with his basketball teammate jaehyun. Honestly anything with bff!haechan.”

binary stars (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, friends to lovers, ~8,400w

love sometimes takes the form of gravity

Based on the prompt: “bff!hyuck + friends to lovers. college au and slightly nsfw or however nsfw u wanna make it”

the shape you make**

Non-Idol AU, Halloweentown AU, ~4,100w

“For both you and Johnny, there is something big holding you back from being intimate. At the yearly Harvest party, that something big becomes something known.”

Part of the Intimacy Anthology Project!

* = suggestive, ~nsfw ** = smut, NSFW (req) = requested

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verobatto · 4 years ago

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XCIX

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Dean is in love.

(13x11/13x12)

Hello my friends!!! We almost arriving to the half of the season!

I will talk mostly about episode 14x12, the episode Dean confesses he's in love, okay. Kind of. 🤣

Let's start this mess ...

Family Love

Episode 13x11 talks about family love to point us the difference with romantic love (Dean in the firsts 5 episodes).

We have Sam depressed, because he thinks they won't be able to find Mary. Now, the one that had lost his faith and hopes is Sam. And Dean will be the one keeping the hopes up, because he just got back his angel back.

The brother go to help Donna. Donna is desperate trying to find her lost niece. Her despair and her seek is a foreshadow how Sam and Mary searching for Dean in the first episode from season 14.

The vamps wear mask, (as symbolic representation of future Dean's possesion).

Another important point here is Doug breaking up with Donna once he discovers Donna hunts monsters.

This fact could be seen as a parallel to Cassie and Dean, but also, as a premonition of Dean and Cas break up.

The parallel of depression between Dean and Sam rests on the fact that Sam wasn't suicidal.

Sam had put all his hopes in Jack and now Jack is gone, so, all the words that come out from his mouth, are examples of how he feels. His speech to Donna after Doug left, it's a recalling of Dean's speech to Patience.

SAM: Let him go. Donna, when you choose this life, anyone who gets too close, eventually they get hurt. Or worse. So let him go. He’ll be safer that way.

And then, when he's alone with Dean...

DEAN: I mean, we save people, Sam.

SAM: Yeah, we also get people killed, Dean. Kaia, for instance. She helped us and she died for it.

DEAN: Hey, look, I know you’re in some sort of a—

SAM: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, don’t – don’t… You keep saying I’m in a dark place, but I’m not, Dean. Everything I’m saying is the truth. It’s our lives. And I tried to pretend it didn’t have to be. I tried to pretend we could have Mom back and Cas and – and help Jack. But we can’t. This ends one way for us, Dean. It ends bloody. It ends bad.

Sam is now where Dean had been, but not even bringing Castiel back gives Sam faith and hopes. He had a plan, and the plan failed. So he lost hopes. It points perfectly the difference with Dean. Dean recognized he was in bad shape, he recognized to Billy he wanted to die. Because the pain of loosing the love of his life was unbearable.

"I'm in love"

Episode 13x12 starts with two sister, witches, dressed in red and yellow, (Dean and Sam colors) Jennie and Jamie. Both girls want to bring their mother back from dead just like Sam and Dean want to bring their mother back from the AU.

They use a hammer to kill the first man in the episode. The hammer represents JUSTICE, and it will be seen a lot in the next season related to Dean, trying to make justice for what he lived possesed by Michael. The one killing the man is Jamie, Dean's mirror.

Let's jump now to Sam and Dean scene. And because this is a Yockey episode, we have some books to pay attention to. Don't worry, my friend @emblue-sparks did an excellent work analyzing the books that Yockey put in this episode. You can find that meta here.

All those books played their role as a premonition of AU!Michael possessing Dean experience.

Now, keeping the Family Love vs Romantic Love mirror, we switch places again in this dialogue...

SAM: I’m just saying, Dean, Jack was our way over there, obviously, so with him gone…

DEAN: Okay, well, Jack’s been gone before. We found him once. We can find him again.

Remember when Sam said this to Dean the so many times Cas was gone?

Now, just a piece in what Dean says... Shows us how much he misses his angel...

DEAN: We should probably loop Cas in at some point.

The scene with Cas and Lucifer locked in prison, and trying to escape, is another foreshadow for Dean's inner prison. But, it's interesting how we cut this scene to pass to Dean and witches sisters, with Jennie saying...

JENNIE: Doesn’t a kiss, like, usually wake up your true love?

So Dean kisses Dean's mirror... How symbolic is this? Very much...

Remember when in season 14 I was screaming all my way DEAN NEEDS TO LOVE HIMSELF BEFORE LOVE OTHERS? To ourselves is PIVOTAL for our mental health. Talking about Dean, it's fundamental to release himself from his emotional prison. Dean needs to know HE IS WORTHY. He needs to really love himself, that's the symbolism of this scene.

Now... The scene in which Dean days "I'm in love" has a tiny prelude... We need to see what Sam is doing or thinking before his brother enters joyfully confesses it...

SAM: Hey, uh… I think you might be right. I think maybe it’s time we go ahead and call Cas, because, I mean, if…if…

Why is Cas here again? Preluding Dean's quote? Simply because DEAN IS IN LOVE WITH CAS

SAM: You all right?

DEAN: Am I all right? I’m in love.

SAM: You...Oh, are you?

DEAN: I mean, I am, like, full-on twitterpated here. Seriously, I can’t wait for you to meet her, either (...)

(Gif set credit @inacatastrophicmind )

(Gif set credit @bennylafitte )

And the big SAMMY KNOWS SCENE, poor soul he thought Dean will confess his feeling for the angel to his brother, that's why he wheels enthusiastically to hear him. That's why he asks as if he didn't know. But then Dean goes 'her' and Sam shakes his head puzzled... Why? Because he's sure his brother lives Castiel, and Castiel's is a 'him'. Wrong pronoun.

That's when our insightful moose starts to suspect something is fishy.

Rowena and the fifth base

Another important scene was Rowena talking about the fifth base, which, everybody knows what it means...

ROWENA: (...) Tell me, did they get to fifth base?

DEAN: There’s no such thing as fifth base.

ROWENA: Oh, you poor, sheltered boy. [Dean gives Sam a confused look] Anyway. What’s by is by.

(Gif set credit @whoeveryoulovethemost )

Analyzing Dean's reaction to Rowena's wording in second meaning, we can Conclude he knew what was she exactly talking about. He swallows at the WHAT'S BY IS BY, and blinks flustered. Someone knows his secret hahaahahaha

Also, Rowena deceiving the boys, is Asmodeus playing Cas...

DEAN: Oh, I’m gonna say it. She played you.

SAM: [defensively] She played us.

This is a foreshadow of Dean recognizing in front of Cas that Asmodeus played him and his brother, they should see that coming. Dean will feel guilty and will confess it to his angel.

Another little but interesting scene was Jamie and Jennie killing each other, just the ending Chuck will reveal he wants for Sam and Dean in season 15.

At the end of the episode, we'll see Rowena releasing herself from her chains. As a representation of Dean releasing himself from his inner prison.

To Conclude:

These two episode keep playing with symbolism and foreshadows of season 14.

The scene of Dean kissing Dean's mirror shows us the idea of Healing!Dean in season 14.

Sammy definitely knows Dean is in love with Cas, fight me.

Hope you like this meta, see you in the next one!

Tagging @magnificent-winged-beast @emblue-sparks @weird-dorky-little-d @michyribeiro @whyjm @legendary-destiel @a-bit-of-influence @thatwitchydestielfan @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @savannadarkbaby @dea-stiel @poorreputation @bre95611 @thewolfathedoor @charlottemanchmal @neii3n @deathswaywardson @followyourenergy @dean-is-bi-till-i-die @hekatelilith-blog @avidbkwrm @anarchiana @dickpuncher365 @vampyrosa @authorsararayne @mybonsai1976 @love-neve-dies @dustythewind @wayward-winchester67 @angelwithashotgunandtrenchcoat @trashblackrainbow @deeutdutdutdoh @destiel-shipper-11 @larrem88 @charmedbycastiel @ran-savant @little-crazy-misha-minion @samoosetheshipper

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If you wanna be added or removed from this list just let me know.

If you wanna read the previous metas from this season, here you have the links:

Vol. XCIII, XCIV, XCV, XCVI, XCVII, XCVIII.

Buenos Aires, February 7 2021 1:58 PM

#destiel #destiel chronicles #destiel meta #Supernatural meta #13x11 meta #13x12 meta #season 13 meta #castiel #lucifer #dean winchester #rowena #sam winchester

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seasonofthegeek · 5 years ago

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Sacrifice of Three, Part 1

The lovely @miraculouspaon requested another part of this drabble through ko-fi and I decided to use that story as inspiration for the expanded universe because I feel like it would be such a fun AU to play in with more detail. So this is taking it to the beginning of the story and working to the part in the drabble and beyond. :D

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“I don’t understand why I continue to receive these meeting invitations. I’m not part of a Fae court; there’s no reason for me to attend a Winter Solstice conference of the supernatural community.” Gabriel dropped the leaflet of cardstock into his assistant’s desk in tray. “Please confirm my absence. Perhaps one of these days those ancient monsters will stop bothering me.”

Nathalie slid the invitation out of her tray with a curt nod. “Very well, sir. I will have to ask that I be excused for the event though. I was chosen as the representative for my pack.”

“You don’t even get along with your pack.”

She shrugged. “I suppose I could fight another member to pass on the invitation but I’d rather not.”

“It’s barbaric.”

“There are only two werewolf packs in the city and the one I chose is the less aggressive of the two. It’s better than the alternative.”

“If you say so.”

“Not all of us can pretend to be human all the time,” she replied, tone even. She ignored the glare cast in her direction as she began to work on his invitation decline. “If I hadn’t sought out one of the packs after I turned, they would’ve come after me eventually. Better to have a choice.”

“Better to be left alone entirely.”

“If that’s an option, which it wasn’t.”

Gabriel clenched his jaw until it made a tight ticking sound. “Fine. I’ll accept the invitation.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Perhaps if I attend, they will stop harassing me.” He turned away from her desk to return to his.

“I wouldn’t call sending an invitation to events a few times a year harassment, but we all have our burdens to bear,” Nathalie replied dryly. “Why the change of heart?”

He stiffened. “If we’re there together, perhaps we won’t lose an entire week of work.”

“Ah, yes. I was hoping I wouldn’t be allowed a vacation.” Nathalie kept her face blank, fighting against the smile she could feel tugging at her lips. “They’ll ask what court you’re representing upon accepting.”

Gabriel sighed and looked back at the large painting of his deceased wife. The portrait had been done in shades of green and gold and had managed to catch a fraction of the beauty of the sun nymph who’d shined down on him for a short time. “The Summer Court, I suppose, though I never really felt right there.”

“It’s possible you’ll be asked about Adrien,” she warned him, pausing in her work.

He turned away from the portrait. “And I’ll tell them he died with his mother.”

“You think it’s wise to lie? Anyone could come here and find him.”

“Then I’ll have to make sure to seem as human and uninteresting as possible, won’t I?” He gave her a wry smile. “Changelings barely register on the supernatural scale. I’m sure my continued requests for attendance are about my son and what he can do for the courts, but I have no intentions of allowing him into that life. Perhaps they’ll be led to believe he takes after me.”

“Anyone who saw him would know that isn’t true.”

“Mmm, well, there’s a reason he stays here most of the time.”

Nathalie shook her head, unsure if Gabriel actually believed his son stayed put in their large home or if he was simply in denial of Adrien’s frequents nighttime walkabouts. “Of course, sir.”

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Jagged leaned back with a content sigh and licked his blood-stained lips. “Penny, love, you’re as exquisite as ever.”

“And you’re as greedy as ever.” She stood and went to the vanity, shuffling through the mess on the counter to find a clean bandage. “I’m going to have to take a nap at some point to get some energy back.”

“I’ll keep you company, pet. I’d love to have someone pretty and warm like you in my bed.”

Penny laughed as she smoothed the bandage over the wound in her neck. “I’m sure you would, but I’ve got other things to do today.”

He stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. “But I’ll be lonely.”

“Somehow I think you’ll survive. Have you decided about the meeting yet?”

“Didn’t wanna go the first time you asked and haven’t changed my mind.” He let his arm fall languidly off the couch and felt rough scales under his palm. “There’s my good boy. Who’s my favorite dragon?”

“He’s not a dragon.”

“Don’t listen to Penny, mate. She’s all cranky due to blood loss,” Jagged soothed, scratching along the crocodile’s back.

“If you say no to this meeting, you’ll have to go to the next one. Winter Solstice doesn’t sound too bad anyway. And the cabin looks nice.”

“Ah, a cabin. A house made entirely of wood. Exactly the kind of place a vampire wants to find himself in when a bunch of other supes are hanging out and plotting.”

“Stop being a baby.” Penny turned to face him, leaning against the counter. “Are you going or not? You know Arkana will give you hell if she has to go this time too. It will be her third one in a row.”

“Why do they keep requesting us anyway? Our nest isn’t even that big. Why not the uppity vampires near the center of the city?”

“They might be there too. You’re hardly a good representation of the species.”

“I think you used to be nicer,” Jagged pouted. “I should’ve left you as a naive human out in the world.”

“I’m still a human out in the world,” she winked. “Just not nearly as naive. So is that a yes?”

He groaned and Fang made a chuffing sound by his side. “Fine, yes.”

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“Oi, you lot notice we’re still the only ones here?” Jagged leaned in the doorway of the study and crossed his arms. “This shindig was supposed to start over an hour ago. Where’s everyone else?”

Nathalie looked up from her laptop and blinked. “No one else has arrived?”

“Nah. I’ve been roaming around this place like I’m haunting it and there’s not hide nor hair of anyone. Something doesn’t smell right.” He watched the werewolf sniff gingerly at the air and couldn’t help the wide smile that crossed his face. “Didn’t mean literally, pet.”

She glared at him. “Don’t call me that.”

Gabriel set his own laptop on the coffee table and went to the window. “There is quite a bit of snow. Perhaps it��s slowing the others down.”

“All of them? Seems a little ‘spicious, don’tcha think?”

“Is it getting heavier?” Nathalie joined them by the window and hugged herself. “I believe that’s sleet. I don’t think we’ll be going anywhere ourselves for a while.”

“This day and age and not a phone number or email to be found between us to reach anyone, is there? You ever wonder why the powers that be insist on keeping things so old school?”

“It wouldn’t help even if we had contacts. There’s no service up here. Gabriel and I have been working on a portable backup drive we brought ourselves.”

“Aren’t you two just the ambitious little duo?”

Gabriel ignored the other man’s remark as he stared out the window. “Well, this is certain to cause us trouble. Jagged, I think it would be best if you retreat to one of the guest rooms. I can lock you in for your own safety.”

The vampire visibly bristled as he leaned against the wall. “I’m not an animal, mate. Believe it or not, I can survive being snowed in with you two without ripping your throats out.” He flashed a wide smile that showcased two delicate fangs. “Might be fun though. Besides, if you’re going to lock me up, you should lock up your sweet lil pup too.”

Nathalie scowled at him. “It’s not even close to the full moon. I’m in no danger of transforming here.”

“Wonder if there’s an old tale about this somewhere. A vampire, a werewolf, and a changeling snowed in late at night in the middle of nowhere…” Jagged chuckled to himself. “Who will survive, who will thrive, who will take an eternal dive….”

Gabriel turned away from the window and pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up in agitation. “Please don’t call me that.”

“S’whatcha are, Gabe. Wee little Fae babe who was left to be raised by humans ‘cause he couldn’t cut it in the courts. Nothing to be ashamed of. You got that pretty bride of yours due to your heritage and all. Worked out, didn’t it?”

“Don’t speak of things you don’t understand,” Gabriel warned with a growl.

“Oh, I understand,” Jagged replied with an easy grin. “I met her before you, ya know. Wouldn’t have worked out what with her being one with the sun but she was pretty enough for it to be tempting--”

Nathalie stepped between the men with a put upon sigh. “Since we don’t know how long we’re going to be here, perhaps it would be wise to take stock of our supplies instead of being immature brats. Jagged, did you bring any bagged blood with you?”

“Don’t drink the stuff, pet. I like my blood alive. Besides, usually they have willing donors at these things. Vamps aren’t the only ones who like blood and this was supposed to be a big meeting of the supernatural minds for the Winter Solstice and all that.”

“In other words, you’re unprepared.” She turned to Gabriel. “Do you think we can expect any of the others to make it here before things get too bad?”

“I think they’ve already gone bad unfortunately. I don’t believe anyone could make it in a storm like this. We should’ve left earlier before we got stuck here ourselves.”

Jagged pushed away from the wall. “Well, as much fun as it would be to watch you two moan and groan about our predicament the rest of the night, the cold doesn’t much bother me so I think I’ll be off.”

Nathalie snorted. “You can’t be serious.”

“Course I am. Not all warm blooded like you lot. I can walk right out of here.”

“You’d freeze,” she replied incredulously. “You wouldn’t make it to the nearest town before you froze in place and then the sun would catch you when it finally rose again. Even you have limitations.”

“Let him go. It’d make the stay much more pleasant,” Gabriel remarked. “Would you like to go see what the food situation is like? It’d be best to settle that early.”

“That sounds reasonable,” she agreed, following him towards the kitchen.

“I mean it. I’m leaving,” Jagged called after them. “Not waiting around.” He growled under his breath when he received no reply. He could leave. He could walk right out the door, but Nathalie was probably right. He didn’t have a clue where he was going and if the ground was frozen over, he’d have a hard time burying himself deep enough to keep safe from the rising sun.

He grumbled to himself and dropped down on one of the couches. Flames licked the bricks of the fireplace and he watched them until he fell into a peaceful trance, letting his body shut down little by little to conserve energy. While it was fun to tease Gabriel and Nathalie, the worry that they might be there longer than anticipate nagged at the back of his mind. Better not to waste any energy he could hold onto for the time being.

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“The bread’s gone stale.” Nathalie stared at her sandwich before taking another bite.

“There isn’t much more to put on it anyway. This was probably the last day we could do sandwiches.” Gabriel bit into his reluctantly and chewed as he reached for a book on the coffee table. “We can probably use the last pieces with some of the soup.”

“Cold soup and stale bread; I feel spoiled.”

“Things must be bad if you’re talking like that.”

“Losing the electricity’s made me cranky,” Nathalie said in way of apology. “I know we’re all making sacrifices.”

“At least you two get to eat,” Jagged whined, draping himself across the couch. “I’m starving. I’ve got bags under my eyes and my skin’s looking all waxy. I hate when my skin looks waxy. Haven’t looked this rough in decades.”

“Perhaps you should’ve left when you threatened to.” Gabriel didn’t look up from his book. “You know where the door is.”

“I can’t go out in this state. I wouldn’t make it to the end of the driveway. This storm’s unnatural. There’s a warlock or something behind it, mark my words.”

“I’ve been wondering about that actually.” Nathalie set her plate down and went to the wall of bookshelves, looking over the titles. “It might not be an accident we’re the only ones stuck here.”

Gabriel closed his book and looked to her across the room. “You really believe someone targeted the three of us?”

“I don’t know why they would. We’re only representatives, not even important members of our groups, but it’s just a feeling.”

“Why’d you have to go and bring that up?” Jagged groaned. “You’ve gone and made me think and now my head hurts.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. “See what you can find in those books about the Sacrifice of Three for the Solstice. I can’t believe I’m even considering that being a possibility. And keep it down; I need a nap.”

“Wait, what do you mean the Sacrifice of Three?”

The vampire didn’t reply as his body fell into a chilling stillness.

“He’s been doing that a lot the past day or so,” Nathalie remarked, keeping her voice low. She turned away from the sight and went back to the books. “It can’t be good.”

“He’s trying to conserve his energy, but I agree. We need to keep an eye on him. I don’t think it’d be wise for either of us to be alone with him at any time.” Gabriel set his own plate down and joined her by the bookshelves. “I’ll help you look while there’s still daylight.”

She cast another wary glance at the still vampire. “What if he loses control?”

Gabriel clenched his jaw. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Not if?”

He didn’t respond, instead pulling a book of the shelf to thumb through it.

“What if we’re still here when the full moon hits?” she asked, voice quieter.

“We’ll deal with that as well.”

“I’d kill you both. I can’t control it.”

“Then we better look for a way to get out of here, hmm?” He met her eyes and they shared a look of understanding before she nodded and they continued their search.

Buy me a cherry coke?

#agrestonath #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #jagged stone #miraculous ladybug

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years ago

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WEEK FOUR: GENERAL PROMPTS ♡ 1/27 | Fluff #2

So, in true Nesha fashion, I’m gonna go a little bit in a direction that I’m unsure of whether or not it’s what is being sought out, but my interpretation of the prompts. Idk if I’ll keep up with it this week. We’ll see what type of feedback I get about today’s… Which… Anybody paying any attention to me will know that Fluff is not my ministry, but I’ll give it a try. Here is my premise: I am going to take the AU universes that I put out last week and give y’all a drabble for each with this week’s concepts. At least, that’s my goal. So, here goes.

Fantasy ♡ Full Moon Over Swellview

Jasper handed out Valentines’ cards to everyone in the school that he knew. A lot of people were EXTREMELY happy to get them, to Charlotte’s surprise. They were 16 years old. Who the heck cared about Valentines’ Day Capitalism? Apparently everyone but her. Henry had even made himself a little business on the side, accepting flower gram orders for $3, since the high school didn’t do them anymore after a budget crisis that Captain Man caused. Charlotte found it appalling that Henry would profit off of a service that he was at leas partially responsible for the school having to give up, but… who was she gonna tell but he and Jasper? Nobody knew that Henry was Kid Danger, and she valued that secret. She’d SOONER tell them that he was a vampire. She wouldn’t tell either.

Whenever she got to her locker, she found a red sack attached to it and sighed, opening it up and looking inside. It was some type of scroll. Trusting no one, she glanced around and when she was convinced that the coast was clear, scanned it to be certain it wasn’t a set up of dark forces. It was just from Jasper. She laughed and opened it. An invitation to a Valentine’s Day dinner. She tossed the scroll and the sack into her locker and yelped when she turned around and Henry was there with a bouquet. “Hey! I got you some flowers!” He said. She put her hand over her heart. “There are A LOT of people who like you. Never would’ve guessed.” She took them and stuffed them in her locker, not even bothering to glance at the cards that went with them. “Wow. So playa,” Henry said, impressed.

“I HATE these aspects of Valetines’ Day!” she complained. “You know… it wasn’t even initially candy and card sales. It was a love lottery for fertility. We should be banging, if we really want to celebrate.”

“I have no problems with that,” he said. She threw him a look. “It’s all in good fun. NOTHING that we celebrate has it’s original meanings. Well… I mean, the rest of us. You’re probably gonna Pagan the heck out of today, huh?”

“No, not really, but I did make something for Jasper, because of the whole Lupercalia lore.” She could tell from Henry’s face that he had no idea what she was talking about, so she gave him the quick notes, “Old Pagan custom is kinda a part of werewolf history.”

“Oh.”

“So, I made him these little Romulus and Remus, feeding on the She Wolf.” Henry’s eyes were wide in confusion. “He will maybe know what it represents and probably like it!” She snapped and slammed her locker. “This holiday is stupid, anyway! Who spends all the time and money that people spend on these things for high school relationships? None of the couples that you unethically charged for flower grams are gonna last.”

“You are the Scrooge of Valentine’s Day,” Henry commented.

“I am the Scrooge of any observation that the Christians stole and remarketed when they were traveling the world killing people for being unbelievers. No offense to the ones that just go to church and go home until they die, but let’s be very factual about how much history and culture that religion has taken and ruined! And in the name of such a progressive miracle working practitioner!”

“How about this? Forget the Christians stealing it and making it about cards and candy and just look at it as a night to get to pet Jasper’s belly and scratch behind his ears by candlelight. That’s what I’m doing.” Henry said. “Nobody hates Christianity more than the vamps. We literally will burst into flames at a crucifix wielded with enough holy hate.” She laughed at the phrase “holy hate.” But… that was a good way to take her mind off of things.

The truth was that a lot of warrior witches lead lonely lives. Battling the evils that defied nature, the ones that misuse nature for their dark purposes, and so on… That almost guaranteed that she couldn’t get close to people, make many friends, or fall in love. The fact that these normals were always “falling in love” only to throw it away in a few months and still made an entire DAY of it was irritating to behold. They took so much for granted all of the time and she was frequently sick of it. But, if she was gonna spend time with her friends, that was at least cool.

Jasper made a setting in the Man Cave for the three of them. He’d of course invited both of the “loves of his life” to this Valentine’s Day event, set the table with stuff that the three of them loved and decorated the place with red and hearts. He got them into their seats and then took his own. “So… I hope that everybody enjoys everything. I wanted to treat you both to something special, because I love both of you and I know that neither of you believe that you’ll ever find love, (both Henry and Charlotte began to try to argue with that assessment) whether or not either of you will admit it. But, I love you both. So, Happy… Day of Love.” He didn’t want to say the “V” word around Charlotte and start a tangent.

“Charlotte’s got a present for you, Dude.” Henry said, reaching out to adjust the bouquet that Jasper had placed in the center of the table. It needed a little bit of work. Jasper looked at Charlotte, excitedly. The “wagging his tail look,” she thought of it as, because if he was in wolf form, she knew that he would be.

“Yeah… It’s probably stupid. You might not even like it, just in observance of this time of year, I made this little display…” She reached into her satchel and pulled out something wrapped in a red fabric. “Actually made from 100% Jasper hair and fur… also wood, from a very sacred tree, to my family… and some crystals that I… had…” She was TRYING not to blabber, because that made the gift even more important, she realized with everything that she said.

He was now looking at the unwrapped thing. Twin boys with hair like his suckling on a lady wolf with twinkling eyes and the word Lupercalia carved into the base. “This is the most beautiful thing that anyone has ever given me,” he said in a small voice. “I love it… and you!” He gave her a hug and a kiss and set it on the table, near the bouquet. “I’m gonna cherish this forever.”

“Henry, I also got YOU a gift!” Henry gasped. He honestly hadn’t expected one! She was SO against it, and as far as he knew, there were no vampire ties to this holiday, and even if there were, she was still pretty anti-vampire, no matter how much she tried to accept him, personally. She pulled out a jewelry box and he opened it to see a glass vile, attached to a necklace with symbols. “Is… is this YOURS?” He asked.

“Yes.” It was super forbidden in her practice to offer her blood to a vampire. Vampires would drain witches dry and discard all remains, in order to keep safe from possible attacks. So, for her to offer it to him was a huge show of faith, and huge sign of love. He rushed to give her a hug and a kiss too, then she helped him put it on. He was never going to take it off.

She wondered, “Did you two get each other anything special?”

Jasper shrugged and said, “I have a pitcher of blood on the table for the feast.

Henry said, “I got him some of those Valentines Day chew toys from the pet store.”

“You two are SO romantic,” she said sarcastically. They laughed, then everybody paused when Ray came in, dressed like cupid and setting food on the table. Charlotte shook her head and said, “Nope.” Then got up from the table.

“Charlotte! You can’t leave now. It’s the feast time! We can do fertility stuff if you want!” Henry called.

“Ray is in a little toga with wings! A LINE HAS BEEN CROSSED!” Truth be told, she was filled up with emotion from everything that had taken place. She just needed to breathe for a moment. Did she wanna see Ray in a toga? Absolutely the entire heck not. But... she was never gonna say that she wasn’t 100% against “doing fertility stuff” with her boys. She blushed, glad that none of them could hear her thoughts.

#henrydangermonth #Full Moon Over Swellview #henry danger #hd AU fic #Nesha HD Fics #Fluff Prompt 2 #Chensper

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trvegevse · 5 years ago

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malkavian beej things

note: this is a vampire au specifically set in the vampire: the masquerade tabletop rpg universe! i used the most recent edition V5 as a reference point! there’s a wiki with all the info you’d need if you wanna understand this au better lol

- lawrence shoggoth was a young poor street cleaner in 1904 new york city with a bad gambling habit; he caught the eye of one of the high rollers, juno, and she took him under her wing

- juno was a malkavian who gambled as a means of using humans and playing with their emotions, using her powers of premonition and auspex to cheat and pick away at their defences. she never did it for the money, but ended up pretty rich because of it

- she takes notice of lawrence because he has nothing to lose and no familial ties; juno made lawrence her ghoul, giving him little bits of her blood in exchange for his services as her mortal eyes and ears

- eventually, she embraces him fully, and free of the ghoulish blood bond lawrence, now a full malkavian and going by betelgeuse, begins to have sour feelings towards her. she’s a harsh sire and after a decade or so he plots to kill her; he diablerizes her, draining all her blood and thus raising his own blood potency. this is a crime amongst the camarilla, so this is a big secret of his

- he goes on to take her place as a renowned gambler, known for his flashy displays, dramatics, and above all his ability to read people and see the future (and the past). he’s seen as a marvel among humans, but other vampires are weary and skeptical of him

- other vampires take notice of his sway with kine and use him; at one point, he worked under the nyc court’s tremere primogen, taking care of their dirty work — in the end, he screwed up enough that they tossed him out, and among many members of the court he’s seen as an embarrassment

- in modern nights, he’s left gambling behind and has now turned his charms to being a small-time cult leader, known for his sleazy yet irresistible personality and his unpredictable visions. he uses this position as a means of providing himself with willing human victims

- he’s got heightened night sight, able to see clearly in the dark as if it were brightly lit. when he uses it, his eyes glow; his disciplines are obfuscate and dominate, meaning he can turn invisible and manipulate the minds of others

- other merits/flaws: he’s more flexible than the normal vampire, able to fit into tight spaces; he can eat human food without immediately throwing it up, though it gives him no nourishment; he has a folkloric block that manifests in an aversion to holy places/objects; a cold breeze follows him wherever he goes; he’s an organovore and needs to consume the organs of his victims in order to gain nourishment; he never learned to read and write in life, leaving him mostly illiterate

- his touchstones (human relations that keep him grounded and prevent him from fully giving in to the beast) are the maitlands, a couple that helped him get back on his feet after one of his worse screw-ups in vampire society and that he bears special attachment to, and lydia deetz, a teenager who sees through his dramatics and who fascinates him

- malkavian embraces are rough on the mind, with their clan bane being a dynamic worldview that manifests in some kind of mental instability; lawrence already suffered from some manic-depressive episodes, and the embrace magnified them—on top of that, he developed histrionics and some megalomania, his indlated sense of self leading him to be eccentric, dramatic, and attention-obsessed; he also has lost all physical feeling in his body, save for some extreme inflictions

- because he’s a malkavian, he shares a hivemind with others of his clan known as the madness network—through this, he hears voices that comment on the world around him, sees the secrets of others, and occasionally sees visions, though these may be future, past, or present and may have no relevance to him

- he’s covered in tattoos, many of which are nonsensical representations of what he sees and hears through the madness network

- he’s transmasculine hell yeah

- he’s got a moderate to low humanity, not entirely lost to the beast but definitely not a beacon of morality. he’s not afraid to put human lives at risk and does often kill the humans he feeds from

- all-in-all he’s pretty nasty and also the camarilla doesnt like him too much but he has his uses and vamps are all about using each other so they keep him around lmao

- he kinda makes a fuss a lot though and endangers the masquerade so they’re beginning to reconsider it

- watch out bj

- but like everyone’s scared of malkavians so

#long post #beetlejuice rp #beetlejuice the musical #vtm #dont wanna clog tags too much with this bs lol #—madness network (verse)#—headcanons #—ooc #i’ll read more this when im home i just wanted to get it out #i know malks can be a bit tasteless when not done well but i promise id portray him respectfully

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puppyluver256 · 5 years ago

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Okay, so since I mentioned it, here’s some ideas I’ve for for an SFM x Persona AU.

Flower Kid’s the wild card (going by the rules for P3 and onward for this as that’s what I’m more familiar with), meaning they have the contract with the Velvet Room and can use multiple Personas.

Most of the Persona users are gonna be the kids (some of ‘em aged up so that they’d all be in the same school, not for any weird reasons), with only one adult I can think of atm who’d have one and also be on the protag team.

There’d have to be some finagling with social link/confidant assignment because there are 22 major arcana and 24 viable SFM characters counting FK and Habit, but thankfully P3 FES and P4G provided some extras from non-standard tarot decks to make everyone fit yaaaayyy

Storyline ideas: FK is sent to live with a friend of their mom in a small town for a while for as-of-yet undetermined reasons. That friend is Kamal because I both want him to be heavily involved in the “main” plot and need someone to pass on the details of a certain event that unknowingly kickstarted the story’s major conflict.

Apparently a few years ago his former boss (and budding love interest) just...vanished without a trace. No one had any clue where he went and it was the talk of the town for a while after, but the disappearance was never solved. Kamal believes he’s still alive somewhere, even though hardly anyone else thinks so given the timespan between then and present.

First night they’re staying at Kamal’s place, the TV in FK’s room acts up a bit. Starts playing this weird late-night puppet show for some reason? (yeah you can tell where most of my Persona love is funneled here, Midnight Channel homage combined with the PSAs hehehehe but that’s as far as it goes, we’re not jumping into TVs here)

FK goes to school and meets two of their classmates, Nat and Trevor, and Trev immediately starts getting into the conspiracy theory stuff while Nat’s tryin’ to get him to not overload the new kid. Though even she has to admit this town has had some weird things happen, like that old couple a few months ago who disappeared only for their dead bodies to show up again days later, teeth gone and flowers somehow growing from their insides? And someone else has gone missing lately, some real estate lady that no one liked. Guess who shows up the next day in the same condition as the old couple? Whu-oh.

One thing leads to another and this trio somehow stumbles into an alternate dimension of sorts. The “other world” in this AU consists of gardens that find a person with serious pent-up emotions and target what’s really eating them inside and bringing them down in order to, well, prune those bad feels for lack of better phrasing. The shadows there believe they’re making people happy, but you can probably guess that ain’t the case

This is where they get their Personas! Idk what Personas they’d have (except I think it’d be funny if Nat’s was Alucard because vamp fam jokes and idk if he’s this way in anything else he shows up in but the one I vaguely know is half vamp too) but regardless FK, Nat, and Trevor are the first three of the Persona-using protag team.

In a vein similar to P4′s floating cards, P5′s masks, and *ahem* P3′s method (not describing for reasons of suicidal imagery, even though there’s no actual death involved), the Persona-users in this AU get flowers that appear on their chests while in the gardens. And yes, the flowers I imagine they’d have are the ones I’ve been putting in the backgrounds of my Habitician illustrations. :3c

There’s this weird long-haired kid that keeps showing up and only FK can see him for some reason? He seems to know things about the gardens (which he collectively refers to as Eden) and gives them advice for a while. He’s very protective of that potted plant he carries around, too...

Social Links abound! So many Social Links. Everyone gets a Social Link!

Igor remains unchanged, because he’s friggin’ Igor that’s why. The Velvet Room assistant this time is a more human-looking variant of the Carlas, specifically the fortune-telling one. Her hair would start off the same color as every other Velvet Room assistant sans Marie, but at some point she’d wanna get it dyed the same color that her original SFM counterpart’s is. I imagine she’d be a lot like Elizabeth in that she’d not just have fusion requests but also want random items or to visit the town with FK for funsies.

Oh yeah, I should probably talk about Habit in this AU, huh. Well...let’s just say Kamal was right about him still being alive and kicking. ;-)

(spoilers he discovered Eden as well, started calling it the Habitat and set about making it his own in order to make people happy, or that was his intention and now it’s just spiraling all kinds of wrong)

FK’s ultimate Persona and Habit’s? Nearly the exact same. Think Yu’s Izanagi vs Adachi’s Magatsu Izanagi, except Habit’s version of this shared Persona isn’t even close to being an Obviously Evil Duplicate. Just slightly altered aesthetic, maybe a shifted color scheme, nothing too drastically different.

If anyone has any more ideas, especially for potential Personas the characters could have, feel free to throw ‘em at me! I really wanna start thinking of what arcana they’d all be too, but I’m confident enough in my knowledge of tarot to figure that out pretty well on my own. As both a NiGHTS fan and Persona fan, I probably know too much about tarot than anyone who doesn’t actually use the cards reasonably should. (and yeah, if anyone’s curious about the NiGHTS thing, fan favorite boss Jackle throws tarot cards atcha and that’s how I got interested in the subject XD)

#smile for me #shin megami tensei #persona #smile for me au #arcana lily

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qpraphael · 6 years ago

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Tagged in a fic thing #selfad

It's called 20 First Lines and you just copy the first lines of your most recent stories. Bonus: Look for a pattern. (lol)

@enkelimagnus tagged me and had a great idea. She did 10 un-posted, and 10 posted. (Idk if I even have 20 fics posted? lol) so imma do that, too.

Siphael is Simon and Raphael in a QPR.

Posted on ao3 holymad: (apparently i published 35 fics??)

“Magnus has been called to a new vampire in Camille's clan.” From Magnus and Baby Vamps (wip, Magnus&Raphael, ch2 add Simon)

“Magnus takes his coffee-ish pop drink/milkshake from the barista and turns around, looking for a free seat.” From Supermans and Clark Kents (wip, ex-Camagnus, Malec I've been at this the last two weeks ok I'm D.O.N.E.)

“Harry starts laughing and puts his thumb to his lips the same way he does when Alec kisses Magnus.” From Revenge (finished, rpf, actual marriages and it's literally the only one on ao3 with shumbara and kimdario lol)

“Raphael is reading a book in peaceful silence when Simon speeds into the room, throws himself onto the couch and lays his head in Raphael's lap” From Hate or Date or Mate or Neither? (finished, Claiasiphael)

“Simon wakes up from some sort of noise.” From First Snow (wip, can be read alone. Saphael so far.)

"<Honey, we gotta do something against Valentine,> Luke whispers into Maryse's hair.” From Young Love and the Clave (finished, Maruke, Garrostern parabatai)

“Alexander is looking deep into his eyes.” From The Day After (finished, Malec. I'm actually v proud of this even if a lot of things are happening.)

“<Hey Alec! Ready for the movie of the decade,> he calls into the quiet loft.” From A as in Amazing (finished, Malec)

“The credits roll and so do Magnus's tears.” From Death (finished, Malec. I swear nobody dies ok. Also, yes, this is the second chapter. The first isn't plot.)

*Robert sitting in office doing kingsy stuff because he's a king* From Fusion (wip, Maruke+Waywood(?) and Malec, maybe Clizzy. how sleep deprived was i to write and post that.)

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So far it's mostly something happens? Some dialogue, one… setting. I like that. I also don't like fics/stories/novels/bla that take paragraphs or pages to describe the color of trees three blocks further.

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Not posted WIPs that I do wanna post someday lol

“The train is so full but Clary has to sit down.” From a Claia fic, side Si+phael, Clary is deaf and Maia learned sign language for higher koalifications as a barkeeper.

“So, where would you like to live?” Malec, Magnus&Ragnor. A ficlet from the big thing hopefully coming before we enter the 20s...

“B puts down his eighth strawberry daiquiri.” OC / OC same big thing, different people. Side Si+phael.

“Magnus strolls along the Broadway for new musicals to watch when he hears shouting from a parallel street.” Malec, soulmate fic. Can't decide on a lot of things. Idk.

“Alec looks over at Magnus with that blinding grin. <We're doctors!>” Malec are vets. That's it.

“Raphael sits on Magnus's lap sucking on his thumb, leaning against his body.” Human AU, Malec are dads (or dad-brother) at the kids doctor. Like this is a 4 years old Rapha and Max is Alec's literal brother. Not the Lw-B kids. Features anti-vac Lw parents xd

“Magnus puts the key into the door feeling guilty.” This long bitch. Malec songfic but you gotta look up the song because you can't upload a full songtext to ao3 :)

“Camille ordered Raphael to kidnap Simon for another feed.” Prestory for the Magnus and Baby Vamps ch2 plot. Use 50% likely xD

“<Asian male in his thirties.” An ambulance au. I completely forgot about this lol Malec and Siphia. (Might change to Claiasiphael ig)

“<Hey Honey, I'm hooome,> Magnus calls.” Alec pavlovs Magnus into saying he's a good person. That's it. xD

I tag everyone! This takes ages but it's so fun lol

@some-thrilling-heroics @raphaelxantiago @gingerangelofthursday idk are you a writer then you are tagged!!

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matskreider-blog · 6 years ago

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🌙✨ –;; questions about the marked boy.? questions about guys my age? just wanna see me explain myself and my actions? check below the cut.

why do you have another one?

why not? but in all seriousness, guys my age had a plan, once upon a time. i wanted to finish it and i wanted to get to write more for juuse and pekka in that different verse with like, sub-world building involved as well. but it wound up becoming something that i didn’t really want to write anymore. i felt that i had written myself into a corner, and there wasn’t really a good way to get myself out of it without completely restructuring everything that i had already written and posted. so instead of going back, editing things, and changing it up or just deleting the works, i figured i’d let that rest where it is and start up with a new take on vamp!pekka and juuse.

why did you do THAT to pekka and juuse?

it all started because i love juuse’s lil mole on his face and then he went and had it removed. so then i started thinking about soulmate aus and about destinies, and then of course pekka came in, and from there this was born. pekka....he has his reasons, for being the way he is. i hope as the story progresses you’ll look back at this first meeting like ‘oh shit it was there all along’ but i’m not entirely sure how well my set up went. i want this story to keep its darkness and its sort of disquieting feeling to it, and it’s definitely going to go places that none of my other writing (for hockey rpf, at least) has ever gone before. hope y’all enjoy the ride tho!!

...how dark is dark, kay.

it’s not going to warrant any archive warnings (except for perhaps graphic violence but that remains to be seen) and while juuse’s situation is far from normal, he will be fine. his parents’ actions will start to make sense, i hope, as the story progresses. and shouldn’t everyone listen to librarians more?

will you ever continue guys my age?

like i said earlier, i don’t think i’m going to continue it. it’s kind of okay where it is now, if not a little bit open ended, but i have no plans as of right now to go back and finish it.

can you tell us what was going to happen in guys my age?

some of what i wanted to do with guys my age, in the far future, i might put into the marked boy. so i don’t think i’m going to spill too many secrets. (so that’s a not yet 😈)

#kay speaks #tmb au #before i run off into the world of research #here's that post i said i was going to make #if you have more questions the inbox is always open!

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marigoldbaker · 6 years ago

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2018 fic writing roundup

tagged by @catty-words !! thank u darling

i have this lingering suspicion that the 92k mess that is imperfections has a tendency of bumping up my word count, but also i’ve been writing particularly A Lot this year. so. yikes. this’ll be a mess

Total 2018 Word Count: 465,233 (so uh. yikes squared?) Total 2018 Hits: 16,798 Other 2018 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 1,592; Comment threads: 457; Bookmarks: 186; Subscriptions: 121.

Total 2017 Word Count: 171,640 Total 2017 Hits: 9,156 Other 2017 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 841; Comment threads: 172; Bookmarks: 126; Subscriptions: 40.

Links and Titles to 2018 Works (buckle up kids)

ten questions for new year’s eve (6,669 words) lonely s4 giles meets jenny on new year’s eve. basically fluff laced with some light angst, which i think set the tone for most of my writing this year

forever (4,738 words) some assorted femslash ficlets from tumblr that i immediately forgot about after february. it of course got buried under a deluge of jenny fic but there’s still some cute stuff there! i had a lot of fun in particular writing about bb willow and the beginnings of her attraction to girls

she’s your destiny (9,560 words) AHHHHHH I FORGOT I WROTE THIS. blessings of writing This Much. soulmate au with buffy/willow and giles/jenny where like. none of them are soulmates but they fall crazy in love anyway.

the happy-ending bouquet (3,851 words) set in 2018. giles and jenny have been married for something like 15 years and are still very happy and in love. basically just an endless deluge of fluff

personas (2,729 words) hhhhh i hesitate to count this as a 2018 fic, because i technically posted it in summer 2017 and then deleted it for reasons unknown (even to me). but there aren’t enough fics that explore jenny’s fractured sense of identity and her broken heart and i love my girl so much. so. wrote that.

something real (2,173 words) my valentine’s day fic!! a friend and i share the headcanon that jenny would have finally shoved her way back into giles’s heart if not for the love spell throwing her off, so. wrote a fic where that happened, albeit somewhat angstily.

direct, but not unwelcome (4,478 words) this fic always makes me cringe, a little; the office verse was written largely for faith and tara, and writing giles and jenny in it was a decision i don’t entirely like (mostly bc there really is no narrative place for either of them). but it has a few good lines ig?

putting a ring on it (2,370 words) giles and jenny proposal fic!! a little wobbly in places imo but still so fun to write. those two deserve all the fluff

the second choice soulmates (6,942 words) the inevitable faith/tara sequel to the soulmate au!! i had it planned from the second i started writing the first fic in that series, and i had a lot of fun with it. in which faith and tara have to deal with their soulmates being in love with each other, and end up falling in love themselves.

nightmares and the aftermath (1,205 words) the first fic i wrote in the ripper au! ripper has a nightmare; jenny talks him through it.

the inherent complexity of falling in love (3,519 words) more soulmate au nonsense!! this time with solely giles and jenny!!

let’s stay together (857 words) i say that this is “a series of vignettes in which ben, ann, and leslie are dating” but really it’s just one. i’ve kept it in bc i really wanna write more than one. ben/leslie/ann is such a blessed ship and there are no fics for it! which is ridiculous! because they really should all be dating!! leslie has two hands y’all

moments of connection in an uncertain world (3,351 words) the olivia/jenny fic that set that amazing ship on its course. set in asoue; jenny’s identity in the narrative is ambiguous bc jenny’s identity in every narrative is ambiguous. mystery bicon

amends (remixed) (2,988 words) i’m like 99 percent sure i spite-wrote this fic after watching amends bc that really seems like something i would do. in which ghost jenny makes sure buffy, angel, and giles all know that she doesn’t blame them for a single thing.

it’s a family affair (11 chapters) jenny, married to giles and mom to two daughters, loses her memory. i meant for this to be an exploration of jenny and giles’s relationship + jenny as a character, but with hindsight i feel like i kinda rushed it. maybe someday i’ll come back and expand this a little?

maybe i’m in love (24 chapters) CRIES. this fic was posted all in one day and got buried under the deluge of fic i wrote this year and i am still so sad that it remains forgotten. even by me. like i forgot it existed till now. but it is the treasure of my heart and i am still not sure what i can possibly do for calendiles day 2019 that will even come close to “slow burn giles/jenny series rewrite in script format.”

dragonslayers (8,048 words) i go back and forth between whether adding a sequel to a sappy-happy-ending fic was actually needed, but i had a lot of fun writing jenny and anya and tara being friends and adopting a dog. those girls deserve so much better.

tech support (1,315 words) jenny works at angel investigations, and giles meets her when he and buffy drive up to la to get a book. unabashed fluff.

family ties (2,294 words) giles introduces jenny to his dad and the aunts. i had giles call himself “rupert” for the entire fic and forgot to explain why i made the choice to do so (and there was a damn good reason!!!) so every time i see this fic....Regret™

i like you (992 words) the product of me realizing “wait, i never wrote a fic about my Very Specific Headcanon that giles and jenny had sex after school hard!!!” and then going ahead and writing that fic. not explicit; lots of giles and jenny being dumb and in love

take me now! (3,460 words) the sister fic to my other jenny/olivia fic! in this one, jenny’s a watcher and olivia’s the sweet librarian who has her all blushy.

the grieving process (9,771 words) this fic! was! such a trip to write! i wanted to write something where giles’s s6 issues were confronted. originally i wrote a jenny’s-alive fic where he goes to her place in la after leaving buffy in tabula rasa, but the mood of that fic was miserable and hostile, so i changed things ever so slightly. and then it became “giles goes to jenny after buffy dies,” and that transitioned into “giles actually finally gets to have an outlet for his emotions,” and then it became a very soft fic that i love very much.

unsolved mysteries (1,704 words) a modern jackaby au! where jenny cavanaugh has trauma-related anxiety and eats pretzels w jackaby in a hall closet! surprisingly soft.

the cleanup crew (2,968 words) post-ted; buffy calls jenny and giles in to help her with ted’s robot body. because that ep was a hot mess and too many things were tied up too fast.

princess charming (2,754 words) written thanks to a throwaway line from the grieving process! about jenny saving fred in pylea! @theforestlesbian mentioned in a review that this fic came off as “the adventures of jenny” and that was the best compliment ever.

untraditional, unconditional (4,223 words) ripper au! ripper and jenny get married! i don’t think i will ever write a better calendiles wedding than this one.

gettin’ bi (1,215 words) jenny and giles come out to each other. that’s really it.

intimacy (1,058 words) some root/shaw fluff. g o sh at some point i really should finish poi huh

the battle’s done (and we kind of won) (5,026 words) post-chosen; jenny inexplicably comes back from the dead, and giles works thru the messy aftermath of s7.

chaos, vengeance, love (1,412 words) giles’s exes talk over his grave. (and yes, i do mean jenny and ethan.)

buffy summers, muggle-born (6,075 words) buffy goes to hogwarts! this was meant to set the scene for a loosely connected string of fics, but i could never decide whether i wanted them to be chaptered fics or oneshots. i do have like 3 large chapters saved to my computer, tho :/

a eulogy (920 words) jenny calendar, as told by how she’s remembered.

survivors’ guilt (4,690 words) in which giles dies instead of jenny, and jenny and buffy deal with it poorly. my only problem w this fic is that i really wish i’d explored the messy aftermath of what might have happened if jenny had brought giles back. 2019 project y/y?

regarding honor and honesty in the workplace (43 chapters) CRIES IN JENNY/LILAH. given that i did not shut up about this fucking fic for a good 3 months, i don’t think it needs a summary.

maybe we could have a thing (3,184 words) giles and jenny’s first date!! canon told us they went out beforehand and it really did need to be ficced.

the most important words (2,753 words) passion fix-it! how many of these have i written dfshlsdhdf. anyway, by some lucky stroke, jenny doesn’t die, but she’s understandably kind of a mess. giles tries to help.

that brown-eyed technopagan (2,821 words) ripper au! willow has a HUGE crush on jenny calendar, who in this ‘verse is in her senior year at sunnydale high. lots of high school shenanigans.

seven new and very bad songs about jenny (8,597 words) another ripper au fic, this one about what it takes for ripper to finally give in and kiss the girl.

love of mine (282 words) one of the two fics i have written that involves giles grieving jenny. angst abounds.

the adjustment period (4024 words) i wanted to write about how weak vamp jenny is for her gf, so i returned to the grand romantic gestures ‘verse and explored that. femslash calendiles!!

love, scotch, and late-night parties (2,539 words) the aftermath of eyghon in the ripper au. jenny wants to be smothered in attention from ripper; ripper wants to give jenny the space he thinks she needs. basically the exact opposite of canon with the exact same inability to communicate.

father and son (3,761 words) in which ripper examines his relationship to his dad, and worries about treating his new son the same way. (spoiler alert: he obviously does not.)

imperfections (46 chapters) TECHNICALLY i added a few new chapters in 2018. i stg i’ll at least get closer to finishing it this year.

happily ever after (2,005 words) set after the dire king! jenny and jackaby being dumb and in love and experimenting with “the mechanics of ghost-human relations.”

cardboard robot (2,097 words) ripper au: halloween edition! ripper gets a pumpkin stuck on his head and sings about jenny, who Definitely Doesn’t Like Him What Are You Talking About Shut Up.

tea, with honey (3,295 words) a modern jackaby au, where jenny’s trauma really is trauma with no ghost metaphor. jackaby, darling of my heart, is still just as sympathetic.

very really married (6 chapters) THIS I WILL FINISH IN 2019. FOR REALS. i have too many unpublished chapters on my laptop to NOT finish it. set in s1; giles and jenny get drunk married in las vegas pre-canon. which, of course, adds a whole new level of complexity to both of giles’s new jobs.

coping (2,611 words) i really wanted to write about jenny and eyghon, bc there are like 0 fics that address the absolute mess that canon throws at that woman. so i did. very angsty with no clear happy ending, bc that’s what happens when you write canon compliant fic about jenny calendar.

yours (2,747 words) my first foray into writing phryne and jack! and, if the 4k-and-counting wip is anything to go by, definitely not my last. 2018 brought me a lot of things, but watching mfmm all the way through was definitely one of the best.

family ties (2,640 words) catch me crying about river and the ponds for the rest of my life, probably. centered around river’s graduation from luna university and her relationship with her parents.

decently clothed (1,516 words) lots of dumb calendiles fluff!! based on a paragraph from a btvs novel; jenny and giles go clothes shopping. it’s exactly as cute as it sounds.

making things right (1,060 words) passion fix-it that came to me when i thought “what if jenny survived, but didn’t even care that she’d almost died, bc what really mattered was that she’d fixed things with giles and buffy?? lmao how badly would that fuck giles up, knowing that she placed earning his trust over her own life???” and then i wrote it bc i love pain

bless her soul (6,294 words) s3. jenny comes back wrong. lots of explorations of the guilt that buffy, giles, and angel harbored for jenny’s death, with none of the pain of using jenny solely as a mouthpiece for evil. so like. amends done right.

dear friend (1 chapter, so far) a you’ve got mail calendiles au that i really do intend to work on some more in 2019.

haunted (15,622 words) WHAT a note to end 2018 on. a (mostly) non-supernatural au in which jenny, after an intense & awful trauma, leaves sunnydale and buys a ridiculously inexpensive mansion in england. why was it so cheap? because giles, the ghost who lives there, has been scaring off buyers. naturally, jenny is not easily rattled.

Favorite Fic: it’s hard to choose bc i wrote so many but for now i’ll pick bless her soul. writing the-first-as-jenny and playing up scooby guilt while still getting to bring jenny back for a happy ending??? that was just so much fun.

Hardest Fic: very really married. absolutely. i was in a v weird place while writing that fic, so that certainly didn’t help, but that fic has been giving me Trouble since i started writing it.

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2019? always!!

What was the best thing about 2018? friendsssss!!! i’m entering 2019 with a lot of solid friendships, which really wasn’t the case in 2018.

What was the worst thing about 2018? tbh the answer will always and forever be “my mom” until i am out of this house

Any last thoughts for 2018? how the FUCK did i WRITE more than half of the fics i have posted on ao3 in THIS YEAR ALONE. 55 FICS. i’m REELING.

Goals for 2019

finish the cheesy au g/j multichapters i started

maybe start work on a detective au sequel? i miss that ‘verse

more ripper au fic!!!!!

more jenny/olivia!!!

more jenny centric fic in general like It’s What She Deserves

SOMETHING about jenny and angel. i talk big talk about how much that dynamic fascinates me but i only ever touch on it in fic. it’s never the central focus.

finish the phryne/jack fic i’m working on, and maybe...tentatively...write more?

#fic #fic roundup #55 FICS WRITTEN i am. kinda in shock #i wanna tag people but i don't know who writes what so like #if u wanna do this consider urself tagged????

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I'll Never Hear The End Of It (A Soulmate AU)

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader.

Warnings: bit of angst, vamp attach, language (but not really, just dammit).

Inspired tlby the saying "I'll never hear the end of it" bolded in the fic. Thank you to @the--blackdahlia for betaing this for me. I'm on mobile so no other tags until the reblog. I'm sorry. Gif isn't mine.

Stories. The greatest way to learn about someone. Their history. Their passion. Why they are the way they are. They also happen to be the only way to know when you've met your soulmate.

Until the fateful day that each person met their perfect match; their better half, the love of their life; they would never be able to listen, watch or read the end of any story unless their the ones telling it. Spoken works would become jumbled gibberish, and movies or written words would become blurry and unrecognizable. Some people never met their soulmates, living their entire lives in a state of confusion. Others were lucky enough to find theirs as children, playing innocently on the playground.

Then there was Dean.

At the age of 36, Dean had still never heard the end of a story. That had made school hard. Sure they had special schools for people who hadn't met their soulmates yet, ones with lower requirements that make you less likely to get into college but school nonetheless. For Dean though, not knowing the end of the lessons combined with always moving around with his dad for cases Dean struggled with school. Somehow Sam had excelled and even made it into Stanford without ever meeting his soulmate. Colleges never offer 'SF’ classes, as they were called, Soulmate Free. How depressing. But when Dean went to get Sam to help find his dad he was shocked when Sam got his full message. Sam had found her, his soulmate. Jessica was a wonderful girl. It's a shame what happened and Dean blamed himself every day for it.

That was ten years ago.

Now Dean was waiting on a double bed in some cheap, dingey motel in the Midwest where he was pretty sure a nest of vamps were racking up dead bodies left and right. It had been two days, and several witnesses later he still didn't have a clue where the nest might be.

“It'd be easier if I could hear everything” Dean grumbled. He was getting frustrated that he couldn't do his job properly. Having to leave a majority of the interview work to Sam. “Sammy hurry up! I want to hit the bar tonight.”

“Alright alright, I'm ready.” Sam said, emerging from the bathroom in his fed suit.

Later that night

“Dammit!” Dean threw his suit jacket across the room with all his weight, it not damaging the wall as he wanted, or shattering the way a beer bottle would have.

“Dean calm down. We'll get them. I promise.” Sam tried to console his brother but he knew this wasn't just about the vamps’ newest victim.

“I can't calm down! We talked to that guy less than two hours before the vamps got there! They know we're here and they're taunting us Sam! And you wanna know the worst part? I CAN'T DO A DAMN THIS ABOUT IT!!!” Dean yelled at his brother, “I can't do a damn thing Sam because I can't hear the end of the witness stories where the most clues may be hiding. I can't hear the end of the statement that could save their lives, and I'll never hear the end of it!”

After his outburst, Dean went over to the mini fridge in their room and pulled out two beers. Opening one and downing it as fast as the glass bottle and his body would allow, then opened the second and took another long mouthful. Sam could see that his brother was hurting but had no idea what he could do. Just as he went to speak his phone rang.

“Agent Sixx,” Sam answered, “uh-huh. Okay, we'll talk to her tomorrow see what really happened. Thanks sheriff.” Placing his phone down Sam turns to his brother, who's almost done his third beer already. Where'd the second go so fast? Sam wonders to himself but decided to table it for another time. “That was the sheriff, -”

“Well, no shit Sherlock. Let me guess, some chick said she saw something and he doesn't believe her so now we gotta go talk to her? Sound about right?”

“Dean the sheriff said she claims to know where there's a place full of vampires that she found because she ogodbsofje kdoej djjfidk dnekd.”

“Well I didn't hear the end of that but I heard the important part. Finally a good lead. I mean so long as she ain't crazy,” Dean said, his mood visibly improved, “so wait, why can we talk to her tonight?”

“Sheriff said she's unavailable at the moment since she's so shaken up but will talk to us tomorrow if we go fjdi jdownfdk jfksnduek ssdj disksb.”

Dean sighed, “Dude, you're really good at putting the important info at the start of your story, and I thank you for that, but I didn't hear where we are going or when. Tomorrow just tell me to get dressed when it's time and then you can drive.” Sam's eyebrows shot up in surprise, Dean's mood was much improved by the possibility of a lead.

The next day Sam told Dean when to get ready and then they drove to the witness’ house.

“Hello?” You asked when you heard a knock at the door. Towering over to you was a huge man with long (at least for a man) brown hair and kind eyes.

“Y/n Y/l/n?” The tall man asked and you nodded in reply. “I'm agent Sixx, FBI, and that,” the giant pointed to another man with shorter, lighter hair closing the trunk to a beautiful black car, “is my partner agent Niel, this is ufksjdbd jfdks jejejf.”

“Sorry I didn't catch the last part.” You blushed, knowing he would know you hadn't met your soulmate yet.

“ Oh, no problem. The sheriff didn't tell me you hadn't met the one yet, keep up hope, he's out there. Or she… no judgment.” Now it was the agents turn to blush.

“He.” You stated, feeling better and more comforted. “Please, come in.” Agent Niel had just arrived at the door when you gave the invitation and followed the taller man in. As he passed you noticed the beautiful shade of green in his eyes, mesmerized momentarily.

When reality caught up with you, you closed the door and joined the agents to the living room. “So,” agent Sixx started, “tell us about the incident last night if you could.”

This man was really good and giving instructions that told you why they were there instead of stories, knowing you'd hear him then. But that didn't change the way they were going to react. “You'll think I'm crazy. The police do.” It wasn't a story so you knew both men would hear you. You didn't know if either had found their soulmates, though Sixx gave you the impression he had, so you figured being as short as possible was best.

“How about you tell us, with as much detail as you can, what you saw,” well that confirmed it, Sixx had definitely already found his soulmate. Agent Niel, on the other hand, looked really annoyed, so you were guessing he wouldn't be hearing the ending. “Leave nothing out.”

“Well, yesterday when I was leaving work to come home I passed by the Town square like I do every time, but while I was at a stop sign I heard a noise coming from the park. It sounded like someone yelling for help so I pulled around the corner onto Maple Street and turned my car off. Then I quietly made my way over to the park. I'd had years of dance and Tae Kwon Do training so I'm incredibly light on my feet. Plus I made sure not to step on any sticks. When I got closer to the park I started hiding behind trees so as not to be seen, and what I saw will probably haunt me for the rest of my life.” At this point you noticed agent Niel starting to tune out, and so you focused solely or relaying the encounter to his partner. “I heard a gurgling noise, like someone trying to clear the toothpaste from the back of their mouth, and couldn't understand what it was. Then I saw three people crouching around a third body, it's leg was jerking around so I thought maybe he was having a seizure and the other three were trying to help. Since I know first aid I decided to try seeing if they needed help… but as soon as I moved to approach them one man sat up. He had blood dripping from his mouth and chin. Then I saw his fangs.” You started getting emotional remembering everything that happened less than 24 hours ago.

“Hey, it's alright, it's a lot to get through. Take your time.” The taller man comforted you.

Agent Niel leaned over, “take her time?! Dude it's already going to be a long story why do we want her to take longer with it?"

“Because I want to be able to understand what she's saying… Wait. What do you mean it's going to be a long story?” Sam asked his brother.

“I mean it hasn't become nonsense yet so she's got a lot more to tell. Way to go, we are probably going to be here all day.” Dean complained. Listening to stories he would never be able to correlate with an ending annoyed Dean beyond compare.

“He's right.” You had surprised both men with your statement, “I should just get through this so you can move on with your lives. I was lucky that I was able to hide in the shadows because it meant that thing didn't see me. But I know what I saw. Those three guys were vampires. Not like the ones in the movies, I think that's why the cops didn't believe me. The sun hadn't fully set yet when I heard the call for help, which meant these guys were chasing that poor man in sunlight. Plus their fangs were like a second row of teeth in front of their normal human ones rather than elongated canines.” The two men shared a look.

“Then what happened?” The taller, and you guessed younger, agent questioned.

“I stayed there until they finished and when they got up to leave I went back to my car. I followed them to where they're staying and they were greeted by more vampires. I mean I didn't see their fangs but I just assume they wouldn't keep a human around for no reason, you know? Anyway, it turned out that almost the entire place was filled with them. I went from there back to the park but the place was already a crime scene so I went to the station to give my statement. I told the police I saw the murder, that it was vampires and that I knew where they were, but they didn't believe me. They brought in a psychologist to examine me, see if maybe the effects of watching someone die has made me go off the deep end, but he cleared me. I came home and went to sleep. When I woke up I knew it hadn't been just a dream and now with you both here that confirms that something is really going on.” You finished.

Agent Sixx finished writing something in his notebook then spoke, “alright thank you so much for your time Y/n. I know how hard seeing what you did must have been on you. Now I'm going to tell you something and I don't want you to freak out. I want you to trust that what I'm telling you is the absolute truth.”

“Okay.” His tone scared you but you were ready for him to tell you're not crazy.

“Vampires aren't real. It was dark and I think you may have just seen the effects of a new drug that's just hit the streets, turns people cannibalistic.”

Rage boiled in your stomach, you couldn't believe that after all that he had just called you crazy.

“No,” the other man spoke up. “That's a lie, vampires are real. You did see an attack and you may be in danger just for talking to us about it.”

“Dean! What the hell are you doing?!?” Sam asked, shock evident on his face and in his voice.

“Trust me, Sam.” Dean's face was blank, giving nothing away as to what was going on in his head. “Y/n, I'm going to tell you something I have never told anyone in my entire life. When I was four years old and my brother Sam was 6 months old a bad thing came into our house and into Sammy's nursery. My mother found it there and the thing killed her. My dad grabbed Sam from his crib and put him in my arms and told me 'Dean, take your brother outside. Go, now’ before going back in to look for our mother. The house almost burned to the ground that day. We lost our mom and may as well have lost our father. He spent the rest of his life trying to hunt down the thing that killed our mom. He found him and lost his life. A little later I killed the thing that took both our parents. That's how we ended up in the life we are in. We aren't FBI agents. We are brothers and we hunt monsters. Like demons, vampires, and werewolves. We caught wind of a case in this town that sounded like vampires. That's why we are sitting in your living room. You are the only one who has seen where they are hiding out and we, I, need your help.”

“Dean, what the hell man. Why would you-”

“I heard it.” You said, almost a whisper tumbling off your lips as tears welled in your eyes. “I heard it! I heard all of that story!” You were almost laughing with joy as your tears streamed freely down your face.

“And I heard all of yours too, sweetheart. Now, can you please tell me where the vampires are staying?” Dean asked, a smile spread widely on his face.

“Of course. Anything. They're staying at the motel.” You said matter of factly, no big deal to you.

“Okay, which one?” Sam asked.

“There's only one motel in this town. The one in the East end of town, on the main road.” You said noticing the change in their demeanor. “What?”

“Sam, go to the car.” Dean said. Sam listening, standing and heading to the door of your house.

“What’s going on?” You questioned.

“We are staying in that motel. They've been under our nose this whole time. I have to go. I think you should come, we can keep you safe, but only if you're with us.” Dean said, clearly avoiding the elephant in the room.

“Sure, then after we can talk about how you're my soulmate.” You said, walking past him to follow Sam.

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asflowersfade · 8 years ago

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Scribble-Doodle: Alec Fray #8

Another story set in my Alec Fray AU. Clary asks questions, Alec teaches her things and Simon enters the stage.

“Okay, stop-stop-stop-stop-stop!” Clary blurts out, skipping forward quickly. She hoists up her grocery bag, and stepping in front of Alec, she stops him with a raised hand.

Alec blinks at her, shifting his own bag from one arm to the other. “Yes?”

“Alright, spill,” Clary orders. “Why did you do that?”

Frowning, Alec asks carefully, “Do what?”

Clary points back the way they came from. “That. First, you traded places with me. Then, you made me cross the street, even though we’ll have to cross back at the next lights! And now you traded places with me again!”

Alec shuffles his feet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Clary glares up at him. Over the last few weeks, she found out that if she used The Glare properly, eventually Alec folded and answered her questions. Like now.

Sighing, Alec reaches for her bag. “Hop up,” he says, nodding at the concrete planter at the edge of the sidewalk adorned with two scraggly, stunted, sad-looking shrubs.

Clary narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Why?”

Alec huffs. “Because you’re a half-pint of a midget!” he snaps at her, annoyed.

For that, she stomps on his foot as she hands over the bag and climbs up, holding onto his shoulder for balance. People on the sidewalk stream around them like a river, paying them no attention at all. You have to love New York.

Grimacing a little, Alec turns back in the direction they came from, now holding both grocery bags, one in each arm. “Okay. On the other side of the street, two blocks back and headed in our direction, there’s a man, a homeless man, in a dirty duster and a large hat. Do you see him?”

Clary squints and searches the crowd. Then, “Yes!” The man’s stumbling and reeling along as if drunk, barely holding himself up.

“Now, look at the store fronts he’s passing by - do you see how the neon signs in them flicker?”

She looks more closely. And yes, now she sees it. As the man staggers by, all the neon signs go crazy, some even go out completely. And once the man’s past, everything goes back to normal. “Yes.”

Alec nods. “So, whatever the man is, he’s definitely not your everyday mundane. Either he’s some kind of a Downworlder or he’s possessed by a demon strong enough to have its magic spill out and everything around go haywire. In any case, he’s bad news. If I were still a--”

He stutters and stops, freezing. He might’ve even stopped breathing. Clary looks down at him. She sees that he dropped his eyes and hunched over a little, biting his lip hard. She aches for him. She squeezes his shoulder in a silent support.

Alec takes a deep breath and straightens up again. “Before, I would’ve called it in and they would’ve sent people to check him out and take him out, if need be. Now, all I could do was get you as far away from him as possible.”

Oh. “Okay, thanks,” she mumbles. Then she asks, “And why did we cross the street?”

Hefting the bags in his arms, Alec points with his chin. “See the old bar? The one that’s all boarded up and dirty?”

Clary scans the opposite side of the street. And yes, there it is. It looks unused, forgotten. She nods.

“It used to be a vampire den,” Alec explains. “The Clave raided it several times already but the vamps always come back, it’s just a matter of time, and they’re not of the law abiding kind. I don’t know if they’re back now or not, but I didn’t want to take chances.”

She pats him on the shoulder in thanks. “And the last time you traded places with me? On this side of the street?”

Alec shrugs. “There was just some creep, the common mundane kind. I really didn’t like the way he was looking at you, it made me feel… itchy.”

“But why was he interested in me?” she asks, just hoping that her super secret angel blood won’t turn her into some creep magnet.

“Well, you kinda do stand out. Must be the hair,” he mutters, shooting her a sideways look.

Clary pinches him. “No jokes about my hair!” she warns.

Alec bends his head, grinning.

Then a voice shouts in the crowd, “Fray! Hey, Fray!”

Clary looks around. And there, in the sea of people, someone’s struggling to get through: messy hair, big ears and even bigger glasses. Simon. Oh. Oh, crap! She totally forgot.

“Sh--” She glances down at Alec. “--oot! That’s Simon!”

Alec frowns, straining to see. Yeah, no wonder. If Clary’s a midget, then Simon’s a midget times too. Only thanks to his messy hair is he even as tall as she!

“He’s a friend,” Clary explains, hopping down from the planter. “I promised to meet him after school and I completely forgot! It’s the third time lately. He’ll be so pissed!” She scrunches her face.

Alec’s frown deepens. “If he tries anything--”

Clary lifts a hand to stop him. “Relax. He’s just a boy. I can wrestle him to the ground and sit on him any time I want. I just…” She sighs, shuffling her feet. “It feels like I’ve been neglecting him lately, you know? It doesn’t seem fair. He’s a really good friend.”

Then she looks up at Alec, all big, innocent eyes. “Could you--”

Alec sighs. “Take the groceries home while you scamper off?”

“Pretty please?” she whines.

“Alright, but!” Alec adds when she grins. “Will your mother be alright with this?”

Clary twists her mouth, annoyed. She’s not a kid anymore! She’s ten! Why do people keep ignoring that?

But before she can say it out loud, she looks at Alec, really looks at him, and sees his apprehension, his… fear of messing up. Ever since he started living with them, he’s been walking on eggshells, afraid of doing something wrong.

“She will, I promise you that, Alec,” she assures him in all honesty. “She knows Simon and she likes him. I swear I’ll be fine. Just tell her that I’m with him, with Simon Lewis, okay?”

Alec hesitates a moment longer but then he nods. “Fine, just… be careful? And watch out for that creep I told you about!” he warns her and waits until she nods. Only then does he leave.

“Fray!” Simon yells, running up to her a second later, almost tripping over his own feet, much to her amusement. “Where have you been? I was waiting for you!”

Clary grimaces. “Sorry about that. Mom sent me grocery shopping with Alec.”

Simon perks up and stands on tiptoes to look after Alec. “Who?”

Oh, right. “Erm, Alec. He’s my… cousin. Twice removed. From my dad’s side,” Clary stammers out. Shoot!

Pushing up his glasses, Simon narrows his eyes at her. “Fray, you’re such a bad liar!” he tsks.

Clary huffs and decides to, well, wing it. Somehow. “Fine. Look, Alec’s mom and my mom went to school together.” Sorta, kinda. “And when the people Alec lived with it before found out he was gay, they kicked him out. He had nowhere to go. So, we took him in.” Well, at least that part is true, she thinks, cringing inwardly.

“We’re telling everyone Alec’s my cousin for…” How did Luke put it? “Legal reasons. So shush about it, okay? Not a word to anyone, not even to your mom or your sister. Zip it!” She imitates zipping her mouth and punctuates her words with a glare.

Simon pulls himself up, all wounded dignity. “I do know how to keep a secret, Fray! You of all people should know that!”

Clary pats him on the shoulder. “Yeah, I know, I know, Simon. It’s not about you, it’s just…” She looks after Alec, too; he’s gone by now, vanished in the crowd. “Alec’s really bad off, okay? His people, they didn’t just kick him out, they hurt him real bad.”

“‘His people’? Like, what? A cult or something?” Simon’s eyes turn round behind his glasses.

“Or something,” Clary mutters thinking very unsavory thoughts about the Clave.

“Wow, really? Just because he’s gay? Who would even do such a thing?” Simon asks, truly shocked and disturbed.

Clary grins. That’s why she loves Simon so much. “Idiots. That’s who!” she states with conviction. Then she says, changing the subjects, “So, what did you want to show me? You mentioned something at school…”

Simon brightens up. “Oh, yes! I got this really cool keyboard from Bubbie Helen! Wanna see?”

“Sure! Lead on!”

Normal… mundane things. Fun stuff. Bits and pieces from before her life turned upside down and sideways for good measure. Clary’s happy that she still has... this, that she still has Simon.

She doesn’t allow him to cross the street until they’re past the vampire den and the possibly possessed guy in the duster, keeping her best friend safe from dangers unseen - her old and new life now forever entangled.

#scribbledoodle #alec lightwood #clary fray #simon lewis #alec fray #my fics #my shadowhunters fics #my lightwood fics

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ca-3 · 8 years ago

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CA3′s F.A.Q

I think it’s about time I made one of these:

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abovethesmokestacks · 8 years ago

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@ursulaismymiddlename I literally can’t say enough nice things about you, Kati. Your writing is divine, you make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me live in a house with a were and a vamp and it feels so real.

@loup-malin My sweetest soulsister, I’d like to thank not only god but also fanfiction and your amazing writing for bringing us together. And for Sky and Mitch, the best thing to come out of a tumblr chat ever.

@brookebarnes You are my muse and I blame you for everything, including all the screaming as a result of the works you’ve posted. You write with so much emotion, it’s so easy to slip into the story and live it out.

@bovaria Tesla, my queen of cliffhangers and AUs. I have used more exclamation points and capslock screaming in my responses to your fics than with anyone else. I need something bigger than capslock to adequately express my awe.

@sebbytrash Kale, you were one of the first authors I read when I fell down the MCU rabbit hole and you, my fudge overlord, is a blessing to this fandom. Your fics are so incredibly varied, so delectably set up it defies my understanding.

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spnsimpleman · 8 years ago

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The Unknowns: Fourteen

This is a continuation for The Unknowns. Which was a one shot and is now a long ass Prologue. Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six. Part Seven. Part Eight.Part Nine. Part Ten. Part Eleven. Part Twelve. Part Thirteen

Dean x Psychic!reader

Teaser/Summary: An AU sparked from a songfic challenge, The Unknowns is based on Season One Episode Nine, Dean met reader in Lawrence as a child and they created an unbreakable bond. At the end of The Unknowns, reader decided to stick with her boys because she felt something coming but she holds secrets; one she holds close to her heart and a few that she doesn’t even really know yet.

Word count: 6740

Lines borrowed from season one episode twenty, “Dead Man’s Blood” in Bold.

A strip of light slicing through the curtains blinded me as I turned, expecting to find Dean but the bed was empty. I was alone. I bolted up and spotted his note on the pillow beside me.

Didn't want to leave but I couldn't wake you. We’ll probably be back before you wake up but if not, don't worry, I’ll text when we’re out of the nest. There’s juice in the mini fridge and a poor excuse for breakfast on top. Relax, sweetheart. Please.

My phone was charging on the night stand beside the bed with zero new messages. I couldn't remember what time we got in last night but I was still tired and drained. I decided to take Dean’s advice but I didn't really have a choice.

I turned the water on in the shower then grabbed the juice from the fridge and chuckled at the small bag of store bought bagels on top. I opened the juice and drank half the bottle then stripped and stepped under the warm spray. What I wouldn't give to be under the fancy shower head my mother had or really what wouldn't I put up with to be under that massager spray.

I woke to the smell of bacon and coffee and for a second, I thought of Miss Mary until I remembered where I was and where she was. I threw the sheet off and shuffled into my bathroom slowly waking a little more with each part of my morning routine.

I jogged down the stairs and strolled into the kitchen. The table was set for two and my mother was just turning off the stove. “Pancakes and bacon,” she chirped as she brought the two plates over to the table.

“Thanks. What are you up so early on a Saturday for?”

“I've got work today. I was hoping to have breakfast with you before I head in.”

“How is ye ol’ nine to five?”

“I enjoy helping people and it's safe.”

I rolled my eyes at her emphasis on that last word. I picked up two pancakes and two pieces of bacon then dropped them on my plate, “not this early. Please.”

“I got a letter from your school about the fall semester. Tell me you've picked your classes already, your third year is important. You get to really branch out into the areas that you enjoy. You really liked archeology, didn't you?”

“I was good at it.” I stuffed a piece of bacon in my mouth and she frowned as I continued, “there's a difference.”

“You did really well in your psychology classes. You've always been good with people.”

“And you know how I've always enjoyed helping people that get shoved out of their comfort zone and lost.”

She smiled, “I think you'd make a great therapist.”

I focused on cutting the pancakes into small squares. “I was thinking more along the weirder lines… like people who feel lost because of things that happen to them that they can't explain. The victims that truly need help because anyone else would call them crazy.”

Her fork snapped against the table with a sharp clack. “We've talked about this.”

“No, you talked and I had to listen.”

She stared at the table, her emotions guarded. “I am not going to pay for you to waste your life.”

“Because you were so gung ho for me to help people from behind a fancy desk.”

“Yes, a legitimate business, a legitimate position for you to make a life for yourself!”

“How am I making a life for myself when it's what YOU want! That's not MY LIFE!”

She reeled herself in, her calm overriding the irritation and disappointment. “You don't even know what it's like. You might actually enjoy it if you gave it a chance.”

“I just spent two years giving it a chance and all I saw were the deaths in the newspapers. Spent all day wondering if they had a chance if only a hunter had seen the signs, had stepped in and gave them a chance at life.”

“Y/n, there are plenty of hunters…”

“Yes, and I’m one of them! Just like dad! That’s what I want!”

“With Dean!” Her calm broke and she shot up from her seat. Her whole body vibrated with anger.

“Yes. I want to spend my life with him on the road…” she turned her back and walked to the sink, her hands gripped the edge. “Or anywhere, I don't care. I love him, mom. You've known it for years.” Her disappointment swirled with anger and sadness. I felt the lump swelling in my throat but shoved it down. “We’re good together.”

“And if you're lucky, you'll die together.”

“I can't live my life like that. I know you're scared because of how that werewolf could sense dad…”

“Stop!” She snapped, “just stop.” She turned around, her face as hard as her steeled determination, “please just give the real life a chance. Maybe Dean would settle down with…”

I slammed my hands on the table, “that's your real life, not mine! I don't want to fight with you but I know what I want! You’d know that if only you just listened! I don't want to be stuck behind a desk for the rest of my life. That may work for you but it doesn't work for me!”

The tears welled in her eyes, “your father and I worked hard to save that money for you to go to school…”

“And dad would've told me to follow my heart!”

“Not if it led down the same path that killed him! He wanted you to be safe! Losing you was his biggest fear!”

“And there are thousands more parents like him that could lose their children if not for us!”

A single tear sliced down her cheek and she scrubbed it away as her back straightened. “I need to get to work. I will not fight about this anymore. We obviously see things very differently and won't come to an understanding today. Enjoy your breakfast. I’ll see you after work.”

I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair and hung my head so the water could massage my back. There wasn't enough pressure so I just imagined the extra to work out the tension. I felt like I had just run a marathon and then got hit by a truck at the finish line. The image of my mother stalking out of the kitchen flashed in my mind and I shoved it away harder.

I knew when she left that I wouldn't see her after work. I had plans to meet up with Dean but she never gave me the chance to tell her. She refused to speak with me for a month or so after she knew I hadn't gone back to school or maybe I refused her calls, I couldn't remember that part so well.

The memory usually tended to bring up the fights I overheard as a child, sometimes Dean was there and the other times I wished with everything in me that he was. It was always about hunting whether I heard the words or not, I knew. My father wouldn't turn his back on the job he knew he was made for and the people he would leave to the wolves. Sometimes literally.

I wonder if she had anything to do with John’s plan to separate us, I'm sure she would've fully approved.

The water cooled and I got out. I dried off and looked in the mirror showing its age around the discolored edges. Sure, there were no nice mirrors, countertops, and fancy shower heads but I was fulfilled. I felt good every time I helped someone who would otherwise be lost, scared, and possible dead meat or find their loved ones torn to shreds.

I understood her wanting me to stay far away from that, from a grisly end like my father’s, but he was a hero. He had taken out six wolves with John before they were ambushed not knowing about the other half of the pack. It wasn't John’s fault, they both had made an error in judgment. My dad just happened to smell stronger because of his ability or maybe John was wrong and he was just in the wrong place when the wolves busted in.

My text alert chimed and I rushed to it. A message from Dean, Wanna check out a funeral parlor with me?

I tapped out a quick reply, you sure know how to show a girl a good time.

I’d jump into anything that would get my mind off the past, my stubborn body, and fuzzy mind.

I turned on the little coffee maker. I was going to need more than a shower to brush this exhaustion away.

The closer Dean got to the motel, the more his stomach twisted. He pictured her face from last night, the agony that had ripped through her, the pain that wrapped around his head and squeezed.

He fumbled for his phone on the seat next to him then held down the number four. He didn't miss the little flicker of a light bulb although there was no mass conspiracy that got him to program her number there.

He was looking for signs everywhere now.

Pamela answered on the third ring, “what's up?”

She tried to sound calm and cool, maybe it was just him and recent events, but he felt like she was trying to hide the shake in her voice. “I know.”

“Honey, there's a whole lot you probably do and don't.”

“I know about Jessica but that's not what this is about.” He was getting distracted by a stupid number. “Something’s wrong.”

“Spit it out.”

“Ever since this case two weeks back, she’s been… drained. She sleeps a lot but doesn’t rest well and she… she just lost it last night while Sam and Dad were fighting.”

“You’re with your father?”

“Yeah, we found Danny Elkins. A vamp killed him and took the Colt.” He paused, “I’m guessing you know about the colt?”

“Of course, I do. What does she feel like to you? I’m guessing this isn't garden variety symptoms?”

“No, she’s not sick but it’s… it’s tied to Sam somehow I know it. The pain I get sometimes, the grief, it doesn’t make sense…” he had to focus on keeping his eyes on the road as it smacked him over the head. “Fuck.”

“She’s taking on his pain, isn't she? If she… of course, she did.” There was some rustling and then she was back, “there are stones in her bag, she probably still keeps them in one of the side pockets. She told me she was using them but if she’s punishing herself, she hasn’t. Two small stones that can fit in the palm of your hand, one that’s mostly blue, you called it the Galaxy stone when you were little and one that’s brown with four white bands.”

“When I was little?”

“She needs to hold them, one in each hand. Remember the meditation we did with her? Those stones will help separate and clear what’s not hers. She needs to carry them on her at all times for at least two weeks but I'd make her do it longer to help strengthen that separation. They have always had a connection but she broke a wall that needs to be replaced or she will never recover. Do you remember how I helped her?”

“She knows not to take on other’s emotions like that. She perfected that when we were in first grade.”

“You’ve seen her. You called me because something wasn’t right.” She paused just enough to reinforce who called who before continuing, “she’s wearing herself out because she’s taking on his pain, but she's probably taking on more without even realizing it. I was worried about her after our chat at the airport but I didn’t think she’d go this far.”

“It was the case, she said she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if Sam did something he’d regret later when he found out.”

“Of course, she would. Take care of her. She’ll listen to you.”

“I’ve been trying.”

“You’re doing great. Just keep it up and tell her she doesn’t want me to come along to keep an eye on her.”

“There's something else…”

“You gonna tell me or do I have to guess? Because let me tell ya, that game is only fun when there's stripping involved.”

“How could that be any fun for you when you know the answers?”

“Because I get them naked. Come on, you're smarter than that.” She chuckled but it felt forced, “what is it?

“Sam and dad were fighting, she got in between them and she threw them away from her without even budging. She was trying to push them away, a hand on their chests and she let out this horrible shriek… and they were literally propelled away from her at least five feet. Sam says it was more.”

She was quiet so long he thought he'd have to repeat himself but then her voice was back, calm and cool but once again, it felt controlled. “It's okay, it’s just energy. If she was trying to block them when she was weak she was probably still taking in their energy but not letting any out. Essentially instead of blocking them, she was blocking herself causing a buildup that can only be held to a certain extent. It's rare but not unlikely. It's nothing to worry about as long as she takes care of herself. She needs to get her strength and control back.”

He didn't know why he felt she was only telling him so much or maybe giving him a sugar coated version. “You’re sure?”

“Who are you talking to? You probably don't remember but she moved things when she was younger. It may have been before you met though.”

He sighed, he needed to get out of his head and trust the people he respected. “Thanks, Pamela.”

“Until next time, Chachi. If you need any help with anything, you know how to find me.”

Dean dropped the phone on the passenger seat and smacked the heel of his palm against the steering wheel. He should've seen it, should've put two and two together sooner. He knew her, he knew something was wrong. He shouldn't have just chalked it up to stress. It had been decades but that was a shit excuse.

Mr. Kowalski was droning on through the alphabet and Dean was bored out of his mind. He glanced over at y/n and noticed her head bobbing. He grinned and picked up his pencil scribbling a note, Stoopid letters.

He folded the paper then watched Mr. Kowalski for the perfect moment to toss it. It landed on her desk almost where he planned. She stared down at it but didn't move. She finally glanced up at their teacher and opened it but instead of throwing him an annoyed look, she just stared at his writing like she didn't understand.

He knew instantly something was wrong. She lowered her head to the paper and pressed her hands over her ears. He moved his chair closer to her, “hey, you okay?”

Her whimper jolted something inside and he jumped from his seat, the chair clattering to the floor.

“Dean, what are you… y/n?”

He touched her arm and she blindly turned and latched onto him, another whimper cutting him to the bone. “I'm right here. It's okay.”

Mr. Kowalski knelt beside them and tried to get her attention. “Y/n, what is it?”

“She's hurt. She's… she needs her dad.” Dean tried getting the words out but they wouldn't understand. No one understood. Her dad told him how scared people can be of things they don't understand and they'd try to take her away. They couldn't take her away!

Mr. Kowalski tried to pull her away from him, “miss Kelly will take you to the nurse. She’ll call your dad.” She tightened her grip on him and Mr. Kowalski pulled harder, “Dean has to stay in class, y/n.”

He froze, he didn't know what to do. She needed him but he was supposed to listen to his teachers, but Mr. Kowalski wanted to take her away.

She shrieked as Mr. Kowalski pried her fingers from his shirt and pulled her away. “No! Dean!”

Panic kicked through his system and he jabbed his fist into Mr. Kowalski’s wrist. “You're hurting her!”

Miss Kelly knelt down next to them, “it's okay, let's calm down.” She squeezed his shoulder as he opened his arms and y/n latched onto him again, “it's okay, Dean. Y/n, we’re just going to take you to the nurse.”

“No, she's scared and you’re hurting her!” He hugged her, tightening his arms so they couldn’t pull him away, “it’s okay. I won't let them take you.” She buried her face into his neck as Miss Kelly and Mr. Kowalski shared a look then whispered to each other. Dean whispered in her ear, “I've got you. Don't worry, I won't let anyone take you away from me.”

“It hurts… so bad. So bad.”

He rubbed her back, “I'm sorry. Your dad will fix it.”

Miss Kelly held out her hand, “come on, Dean. Let's take y/n to the nurse together.” She smiled but he knew Mr. Kowalski wasn't happy about it. Stupid dickhead.

Dean parked in front of their room next to John’s truck where Sam was leaning against the vehicle waiting. Sam walked around the front of the Impala as Dean shoved his chaotic thoughts away and got out. “What took you so… what happened?”

Dean shook his head, “I talked to Pamela, figured out what's wrong.”

“What is it?”

“She’s…” He looked at Sam and knew exactly how he'd take it but he had to tell him. He sighed, “she's done this before.” Sam's eyes widened and he waved him off, “not the throwing thing… well, little things but the…” he glanced at the room and rubbed the back of his neck before leaning back against the impala.

“When we first started school, she had a really hard time because she didn’t know how to keep the other kids separate from her. She got overwhelmed because she felt every emotion of those around her as if it was her own and her body couldn't keep up. It got really bad one day. We ended up in the nurse’s office and they called our parents. The nurse said she probably had the flu but they couldn’t really find anything but a high temperature. Pamela came and got us because Dad and her dad had left for a hunt that morning. She taught her how to keep other people separate.”

He anticipated Sam’s question, “think of it like the veil but in her head. The other emotions need to be kept on the other side of the veil so they can’t affect things on this side except the strong ones but that’s what her blocks and filters are for. There has to be a wall that makes the difference between feeling them and experiencing them.”

“Why didn’t you affect her? Or our parents?”

“Pamela said something about family links or something, I think it was something her dad did but I don’t remember I wasn’t really listening to that part. I just wanted her to get better.”

“So, she’s taking on our emotions now? I thought that was part of your bond?”

Dean nodded, “with me, yes. I guess the bond helps manage it with me.” He met his brother’s worried gaze, “but she dropped those blocks with you, she’s been feeling every pain and scrap of grief you’ve been going through since New York, maybe longer. Pamela thinks she could be taking on more than that too. I just…” Sam shoved his hands into hair and turned away. “Dude, you need to calm down.”

“I’ve been hurting her.”

“Sammy, that’s the very reason she’s been taking it on because she feels… she didn’t want you handling the burden alone but even with our bond and leaning on me… it’s not enough. It taxes her body too much. Pamela reminded me about these stones that help her get that block back on your connection.”

“My connection?”

“Of course. She's been connected with us since we were kids but there's always been that wall. Just let me do this and then I’ll go to the funeral parlor and you and dad can resolve the shit from last night. I can help her put the block back up but she’ll still be weak.”

Sam nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, “okay. Tell her I’m sorry.”

“I was terrified last night and I was pissed that you two screaming at each other hurt her but… you have every right to be upset. You and dad have shit you need to work out. That you needed to fix years ago but you’re both too damn proud. Do it for yourself, okay? That will help her.”

Y/n opened the door and glanced between them, her smile fading and the bags under her eyes glaring and more apparent. Sam waved, “hey. I’m gonna help dad. I’ll see you later?”

She nodded, her brow scrunching together, “okay.”

Sam smiled then walked toward the other room with a slight shake of his head before spinning around and rushing over to her, crushing her in a hug. “I love you.”

She patted his back as her eyes closed. Dean could feel the swell of mixing emotions; happiness, grief, guilt, but the one that topped them all was... calm blue waves with a rush of her… it was love.

He was shocked but finally understood what she meant by love feeling different for everyone and different situations.

“I love you too, Sammy.”

Sam backed away then headed to John’s door. Dean took Sam’s place but kissed her instead. He walked her backward into the room and kicked the door shut.

When he broke the kiss, she looked up at him in question. He still couldn't hide anything from her. “What is it? I thought we were going...”

“You broke the cardinal rule, sweetheart.”

“What are you..?” She took two steps back and he shook his head. Her eyes widened and she looked down, her arms crossing over her chest. She took another step back, guilt swirled in his chest as her legs hit the bed. She sat on the edge, “I guess it makes sense. I deserve it.”

“You never deserve pain.” He moved over to her bag and rummaged through the compartments as she began to ramble.

“Every time he hurts it’s because of me. I can’t help him but it’s my burden too. I should share… I should help him even if it's just a little.”

Handling the burden alone. His own words echoed in his head but he wasn’t surprised. She felt too deeply for those she loved, he should've seen it.

His fear from last night, his desperation for her to show any sign of life, the thought of losing her licked at his chest like a wildfire. “Do you hear yourself? You didn't put her in danger, the demon did that! You saved her. She doesn't blame you!”

He pulled his hand from her bag and turned to her. “You've got to stop. You've got to. I've been feeling the crazy stuff and I couldn't figure it out until I talked to Pamela.” Her eyes widened again then she dropped her head into her hands. He walked over, knelt in front of her, and lowered his voice, “you know this can't go on.” He pulled her hands away from her face and held them in his own, gazing into her eyes, begging her to listen. “Pamela warned you, we don't even know exactly what it could do. Last night could be the best case scenario.”

“You mean throwing them?”

“I mean you shutting down. You scared the shit out of me because I couldn't feel you. If you hadn't said anything I would’ve lost my damn mind in that street.” He pulled her off the bed and hugged her to his chest, “how many times through the years have you told me I'm not to blame? That it's not my fault?”

“But I am...”

“Damnit, woman,” he pulled back and cradled her face in his hands, “you saved her. You continue to save her every day you don't give that demon an inch. Look at it from my eyes. If only I could see me through your eyes, right? Well, I see a woman who knew the consequences but stuck with it because even though it was hard, it was the right thing because it kept Jess safe, it keeps her alive.”

He gazed into her eyes and felt the struggle waging inside her. “We rarely get to set the terms but in the end, he’ll have the woman he loves. That makes it worth it and I can say that with a lot of damn confidence because it's my endgame. If I go through all of this shit and I get to spend my days with you then it's all worth it. But if you tear yourself apart, not only is he going to be devastated but I… I’ll be nothing without you.” He pressed his forehead against hers, “please, stop. Please y/n, you've got to take care of yourself first or you'll be no help to anyone and neither will I.”

She let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes, “he's going to hate me.”

“Sammy could never hate you.”

She shook her her head and choked, “I'm sorry.”

He pressed his lips to hers and she leaned into it. He felt the moment her filter dropped and realized just how much she had been hiding from him. Everything she had been feeling from Sam and the consequences slammed into him with a force that knocked the air from his lungs but he held on, he wouldn't let go.

That familiar wave of love washed over him soothing the worst of the heavy emotions. He felt his own surge of hope and relief bounce back at him with hers enhancing it, strengthening it somehow as their energies spun together dancing in a way that felt new and yet had a rush of nostalgia.

I’m so sorry. Her voice was a caress in his head.

Please don't block me.

She nestled into his chest and gripped his shirt in her hands. I promise.

He kissed the top of her head, “Pamela told me about two stones that will help you and that meditation.”

She nodded, “in the back pocket on the left.”

He walked back to her bag and pulled the two rocks out. The galaxy stone and the four stone. How did he forget that one? “We need to get that block back in place before we go anywhere.” He rubbed his sternum as he turned and headed for the bed she was climbing onto, “if you can.”

She looked up at him as she crossed her legs in front of her and rested the backs of her hands on her knees, “thank you.”

He grinned as he placed the two final pieces in her palms then kissed her forehead, “I’m mainly helping myself here. I can't lose you.”

“Still. Thanks for taking care of yourself,” she gave him that brilliant smile lighting up her tired eyes before she closed them.

He watched her chest rise from a deep breath then slowly fall. He stood there for a few moments then felt compelled to sit behind her. He took his jacket, boots, and jeans off as quietly as he could and then climbed onto the bed carefully. He moved behind her until his chest pressed against her back as much as it could. He slipped his arms around her and rested his hands over the stones encasing them in their palms.

Her pulse thumped against him, thrummed inside him, and his began to slow and match it. Her concentration remained elsewhere but he was right there with her, their energy still moving back and forth.

He closed his eyes, felt their chests rise and fall together, their heart beat out the same rhythm and suddenly, he was eighteen again and she was dancing her fingers on his chest as their bodies synchronized on a level he hadn't understood.

Does it ever feel like… this charges your batteries? More than anything else?

For the first time in days, maybe weeks, he felt light, and good, and right.

Dean held his breath and threw John’s vamp-away crap on the fire listening to him talk about the vamp they had tied to a tree exactly like he had warned of creatures doing to him and y/n.

He glanced at the woman and almost saw Y/n. The itch to get back to her flared again. He shouldn't have left her at the motel but dad said it was safer for her because they didn't get her scent and if they found out who she was, who her father was, it would be worse.

She was so exhausted after repairing the block she couldn't even make it to the funeral parlor. That was the only reason he went through with it and now he was questioning whether that was the right move.

Dean tore his gaze from the fire and turned to the conversation behind him.

“You can't treat us like this.” The edge in Sam’s voice told him he missed something.

“Like what?”

Fuck. Maybe it was good she stayed behind.

“Like children.”

“You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe.”

Dean’s frustration rose. “Dad, all due respect but that's a bunch of bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know what we've been hunting. Hell, you sent us on a few trips yourself. You can't be that worried.”

“It's not the same thing. You know this demon is more than the normal hunt and y/n knows it too. I don't expect to make it out of this in one piece. Your mother's death almost killed me. I can't watch my children die too. I can't watch you lose someone like her, either of you, or her lose you.”

Dean stared at his dad, “you know. You know about the bond.”

“Yeah, I know. You two have been like that for a long time, at least now I know what it is. Missouri saw a deep tether between you two when you were as young as six or seven. I thought she was just talking about you being so close not anything more but I saw it when you were older. It scared the shit out of me that it would get you both killed.” He stared into Dean’s eyes, “that’s why I pulled you out of her room that night the way I did. I thought I could stop it for a while until things were safer. If I could keep you two apart long enough...”

Sam scoffed, “Jesus, Dad.”

“Don’t.” Dean placed his hand in front of Sam but it didn’t stop him.

“How could you…”

“Because I know what it feels like to lose someone I love that much but… it was nothing like what you two have and I owed her father. I promised to keep you three safe.”

Dean’s temper flared, “it's never been just you! We’ve been trying to keep her safe, she and I have been trying to keep Sam safe and they’ve always looked out for me even when I didn't want them too! Don’t you get it? It’s not just you. It never was.”

A sad smile softened John Winchester's face. Dean wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes for the second time in close to twenty-four hours. “I’ve been learning that recently. But I still have a part to play and that demon is on to me. I’m not letting it know about you three until you need to make a move.” He turned toward his truck, “you do your job and get her out of here.”

I sat on the end of the bed beside our bag as Dean and I both rolled the last few clothes we had out. They had told me what happened when they went to help John get the colt and I was glad I hadn’t gone, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“What is it?” Dean asked, stuffing his jeans into the bag.

“It’s good I didn’t go. I mean they mate for life and their connection was probably like ours. Being around her while she watched him die…” I looked down at the shirt in my hands. “It would’ve been hard. I know they’re monsters and they were killing innocent people but… I know what that feels like. To watch someone you love dying, just because they are… it wouldn’t make that feeling different, you know?”

The door opened and I was grateful for the distraction. John strolled into the room glancing between the three of us and something was different. He seemed lighter somehow and I had to wonder if the difference was just me but then he spoke something that didn’t add up with the emotions definitely coming from him. “You ignored a direct order back there.”

“Yeah, but we saved your ass.” Dean practically growled and I grabbed his hand.

John smirked then nodded. “You’re right. It scares the hell out of me. You three, you’re all I’ve got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So, we go after this damn thing. Together.”

“Dad.” It slipped out of my mouth and all three men looked at me, “John.” I frowned looking down at my hand in Dean’s before taking a breath and meeting John’s gaze.

I could feel the way the word hit him, felt it swirling in my chest alongside my own conflicting emotions of confusion but understanding. He was pleasantly surprised and yet felt guilty, of course. The one thing I’d felt from the eldest Winchester since I was six years old. “You told me…” I glanced at Dean, “he told me you knew… about our bond. Back in Arizona, you told me that Dean and I were like a spotlight. Were you talking about the bond?”

He glanced between Dean and I then nodded. “Yes. He told you what I said about Missouri?”

I nodded. “So, she really saw it?”

“She said, and I quote, those two will be a force to be reckoned with but forces like that, they shine brighter. They are gonna need all the protection they can get.”

“Why didn’t she tell us that?” Dean barked.

John shook his head, “she placed protection blankets or something over you and she said that Pamela would’ve taught you enough and probably placed a few protections on you. I saw a few of them over the years so I knew she wasn’t off.”

“Like what?” Dean was still burned by the revelation but his tone had softened.

“That bracelet you’re wearing right now, it was a gift from Pamela, right?”

“Yeah, african tribal bracelet.”

“And she told you it was for good luck?”

“And protection.”

John grinned, “that one is genuine, probably at least thirteen hundred years old or more. Protection not only against misfortunes, illness, and disease but darkness with evil intent. The Momento Mori I’ve seen you wear, used by monks for meditation helps you two stay balanced but it also has a few demon repelling qualities to it.” He glanced over to Sam, “you’ve got some too.”

He pushed his watch to the side just an inch and pulled a black bracelet a lot like Dean’s closer to his hand. He stared at it as he rubbed it with his thumb. “Those around you that knew protected you in every way they could without adding more fear to your lives.”

A memory surfaced and I touched my necklace.

The aroma of bacon and pancakes filled the air and Mary turned around with two big heaping plates. She set them on the table with a smile, “want to be my little helper again?” Her blonde hair was loose and curly. Her bright blue eyes smiled.

“Can I?”

She placed her fists on her hips, “I never refuse help from a strong young lady besides…” she leaned down and glanced around then whispered, “we’ve got to stick together especially with how outnumbered we are in this house.”

I giggled into my hands and she waved me over then handed me silverware to place. I was leaning over the table setting the last fork down when my necklace fell out from under my nightgown.

Mary put the orange juice container on the table and leaned down to look at my necklace. “This is really pretty. Do you ever take it off?” She looked me in the eye for permission and I nodded.

I watched her examine the charms in her hand and glanced at the black bracelet on her wrist. “My daddy told me not to. It's very special.”

“Yes, it is. Just like you, huh?” Her smile was warm and genuine but there was a sadness I couldn't understand.

“Thank you, miss Mary.” Her strong, warm arms wrapped around me and I felt so much more than special.

“You’re so very welcome, sweetheart.”

I swam up from the memory and stared at John, “when did you find out that Mary was a hunter?”

His gaze shot up to mine and a small smile flickered along with a confusion or panic I couldn't grasp before it was whisked away. I could feel Sam’s eyes on me too, felt the connection clawing at the wall wanting with such desperation to be full again. I slipped my free hand in my pocket squeezing the stones as I did the same with Dean’s hand and I focused everything on John.

I was shocked when the needy connection was no longer distracting me but damn near knocked out when I realized John Winchester was blocking something. He learned how to hide things.

“Not long after. Her family was well known in the community.”

I nodded picturing Missouri’s sweet smile as she hid things and told me it was for my own good. From her, it was commonplace, Pamela too, but John? I wanted to ask who taught him but Sam cleared his throat.

“Mom was a hunter?”

John looked at him, “yeah. She quit when she decided she wanted to start a family with me.” His gaze dropped to his wrist and he chuckled, “mostly quit. Something that’s been in your family for generations like that, I guess it’d be hard to put behind you.”

“Wow.” The neighboring bed creaked as Sam dropped onto it. I wished to reach for him but Dean squeezed my hand and I could almost picture him shaking his head in my mind.

I watched John, “who taught you to block?” His head shot up as Sam and Dean had trouble deciding who to look at.

“You know already.”

“Missouri or Pamela?”

“Missouri. I couldn't risk the demon getting in there but I can't block everything. Just the important stuff.”

Hope bubbled up at the idea. If we could teach Sam to hide things, to lock them away like I had learned to do with difficult memories, Sam could hide Jess. How had I not thought of that before? But then I remembered how long it took me to learn, how difficult it was to lock away a single difficult memory. I shoved it away as Dean’s concern flickered along my senses.

“Are you kids ready?”

I met Dean’s gaze then we both looked at Sam. We nodded then stood up with a brightness in the air that was more than just camaraderie or a shared goal. It was like we could finally see that finish line we’d been pushing ourselves toward all our lives. It wasn’t just invigorating, it was a fucking amazing miracle drug.

“Let’s go.” We said it in perfect sync and it gave me an extra kick of excitement.

John glanced between the three of us and turned for the door, “that was creepy when you were kids, now it’s just plain scary.”

Fifteen

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