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we could be more | dean winchester | 3

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

BLOODLUST

NOW PLAYING: REVENGE - TANFEELZ

I walked down the stairs, and when he saw me, Dean choked on his morning coffee while Sam sipped it, amused.

“Morning, boys.” I smiled, walking over to the coffee pot and pouring one of my own, adding creamer.

“Morning.” Sam smirked.

“Is that what you’re wearing on the case?” Dean asked, putting his hand over his chest. I looked down at my outfit, wondering if I should start teasing him or not. I was wearing a black cropped tank top, high-waisted slim jeans and was wearing a baseball cap.

“Yeah.” I shrugged. “What, can’t call me Beanie now?”

“I still will and you know it.”

“Course you will, but what about my outfit is distracting, Dean?”

“Yeah, Dean?” Sam chuckled.

“Nothing.” He coughed. “Let’s just get in the Impala as quickly as we can. I can’t wait to drive her again.”

We were now in the Impala, driving to Red Lodge cause we’d gotten another case. Dean was happily singing along to the music, while Sam and I watched him, amused.

“Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?” He whooped, grooving along to the music.

”If you two ever wanna get a room, let Sam and I know.” I quipped, making Sam laugh.

”Oh, don't listen to them, baby. They don’t understand us.” He cooed.

”You’re in a good mood.” Sam smirked.

”Why shouldn't I be?”

“No reason.”

”Got my car, got my case, things are looking up…”

”Wow, Dean, give you a couple of severed heads and mutilated cows and you’re Mr Sunshine.” I chuckled, making Sam cackle, and Dean laughed too, to my surprise.

”How far to Red Lodge?” He asked.

”300 miles.” Sam replied.

Dean’s eyes glanced back to where my bandage used to be, thinking. ”Beanie, are you good for me to-“

”Dean, I’m not fragile, just floor it.” I rolled my eyes, and he pressed the pedal to the metal, speeding up.

We walked up to the sheriff in his office, who admittedly had an impressive moustache.

“Hello sir, we’re with World Weekly News.” I introduced. “My name’s Lily Carter, and these are my partners Fred Logan,” I pointed at Sam, “and Jensen Barnes.” I gestured to Dean. “Is it alright if we ask a few questions?” I asked, and Dean and Sam looked at me in masked surprise, wondering how I lied so naturally.

“The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time.” He replied coldly.

“Sure, sure, we understand that,” Sam nodded, “but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?”

“Mhmm.”

“And the other, a, uh, Christina Flanagan.”

“That was two days ago. Is there-“ A lady knocked at the door, pointing at her watch. The sheriff turned back to us, frowning. “Alright, you three, time’s up.”

“One last question-“

“Yeah, what about the cattle?” Dean interrupted, stopping the sheriff.

“Excuse me?” He asked, eye twitching.

“You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases.”

“What about them?”

“Is there no connection at all, Sherriff?” I persisted, writing down my notes in a notebook.

“Connection… with..?”

”First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff.” Sam insinuated casually.

“Satanic ritual stuff.” Dean added.

“You’re not kidding…” The sheriff trailed off.

”No.”

”Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?”

“How?” I asked.

“Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?”

“Weekly World News.” Dean said confidently.

“World Weekly News.” Sam corrected.

“Weekly World-“

”World Weekly-“

”Weekly-“

”World-“

“World Weekly News.” I finished, closing my notebook. “They’re new. We’ll be leaving you to it, officer.” I walked out, prompting the two to follow after.

“How are you so good at lying?” Sam asked.

“You get good once you become a freak of nature.” I replied. “Hide your name or people will be after your blood and secrets.”

“What next?” Dean asked.

“Examine the bodies. I’ve got a couple of doctor’s coats in the car.”

“You touched my baby without telling me?”

“I cleaned the fingerprints off, Dean, you’re fine.”

We walked over to the front desk of the morgue wearing our doctor’s coats. There was an intern at the desk, and when we walked up to the desk, Dean took a look at the tag, which read ‘J. Manners’.

“John.” Dean guessed.

“Jeff.” Jeff grimaced.

“Jeff.” He repeated. “I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away.”

“But Dr Dworkin’s on vacation.”

“But he’s back and he’s screaming for you right now, so if I were you, I would…” Dean whistled, and Jeff ran away.

“Real smooth, Dean.” I sighed, taking a lock-picking tool and opening the door, letting us into the room with the heads.

“Yeah, I know. Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?“

“Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead.” Sam confirmed.

“Yeah. So much f'd up stuff happens in Florida.” We got three pairs of latex gloves and put them on, wheeling out a tray of a corpse with a box between it’s legs. “All right, open it.”

“No, you open it.”

“No, you-“

”You-“

“Both of you are wusses.” I rolled my eyes, carrying the box to a table and opening it. They both approached, wincing at the sight of the decapitated girl’s head. “So, decapitated head, which is nasty, but the forehead is clean.”

“Wow. Poor girl.” Sam tutted.

“Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat.” Dean suggested. “You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs.”

“Yeah, here, go ahead.”

“No, you go ahead.”

“You thought of it.”

“‘Put the lotion in the basket.’” Not a quote from Silence of the Lambs.

“Again, you’re wusses.” I searched in the mouth, checking the teeth and airways.

”Beanie, do you need me to catch you if you-“

”I’m not going to faint, Dean, but you might.”

“Just checking.”

”Dean, get me a bucket.” Sam asked from behind me.

“Did she find something?”

“No, I’m gonna puke.”

“Hey, guys.” I beckoned them over and lifted up the lip again, and both of them retched. “Oh, grow up. Look at the gum. This hole here?” I pressed a hole in the gum, and two pointed teeth sprang out.

“It's a tooth.”

“Sam, that’s a fang.” Dean corrected. “Retractable set of vampire fangs. You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Well, that changes things.” Sam grinned.

“Ya think?”

We entered a bar, where there was a man smoking at the counter. We were moving to sit down when Dean pulled out my chair for me and tucked it in when I moved to sat down. Sam and I gave him a weird look, but let it go.

“How's it going?” Dean nodded, sitting down.

“Living the dream.” The bartender replied coolly. “What can I get for you?”

“Three beers, please.”

“So, we're looking for some people.” Sam started nervously.

“Sure. Hard to be lonely.”

“Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant.” He dropped a 50 dollar bill on the table, and the bartender took it. “Right. So these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink...”

“Sleep all day, party all night, kind of thing.” I added.

“Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice.” The bartender informed, cleaning a glass.

“Right, thanks.” We got up, leaving our half-finished beers on the table. The man who was at the bar was gone, but his cigarette was left. We walked out, and I took my gun out of my pocket, holding it inconspicuously.

“Do you also see the guy behind us?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, we do.” Dean hissed. “Let’s lose him then question him.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I whispered, and we quickly went to the right, and heard the footsteps behind us stop.

“Beanie, stay back, cause if this guy’s a vamp, he’s dangerous.”

“The hell I will. Why are you being so protective?”

“He’s here.” Sam muttered.

“We’ll talk about this later.” Dean grumbled before he sprang out, taking out a knife and throwing the guy against a wall, holding the blade to his neck. “Smile.”

“What?”

“Show us those pearly whites.”

“Oh, for the love of -- you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire.” He looked at Sam’s stunned face and nodded the best he could. “Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there.”

“What do you know about vampires?” Sam interrogated.

“How to kill ‘em. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch.“ He started to pull away, but Sam reached in and pinned him harder to the wall. “Easy there, Chachi. We’re trying to keep me conscious here, aren’t we-“ I pulled Dean’s hand away from the guy’s neck and hook punched him, making him groan.

“You’re not in charge here, we are.” I growled, cocking my gun and holding it up. “So you better give us something before you find this at your temple.”

“Alright, alright!” He pulled up his lip, showing us his gum. “No fangs, happy? Gorgeous form, by the way.” Sam let him go, all of us relaxing.

“Damn, Ivy.” Sam breathed.

“Damn it is.” Dean chuckled.

“I like her.” The man chuckled, gesturing to me. “She one o’ your girlfriends, or somethin’?”

“They’d be honoured if I was.” I smirked.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Ivonne Rainer.”

He looked surprised, raising his eyebrows. “Rainer? You’re Mick Rainer’s girl?”

“Mick Rainer?” Dean repeated.

“Yeah, I’m his daughter.” I breathed. “What of it?”

“I’ll be damned.” He grinned. “I’m Gordon. Come with me.” We started walking to the car park. “And you boys?”

“Sam Winchester.” Sam introduced. “And, uh, my brother Dean.”

“I’ll be damned again. John Winchester’s boys? It’s like I’ve hit a jackpot.” We reached his car, and he opened it, revealing an arsenal of weapons. “Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot. Then there’s Michael Rainer.” He turned to me, whistling. “I ain’t ever met a man who can wrangle a spirit, demon, ‘geist, you name it- faster than he can. Shame he passed away as well.”

“Your dad’s dead?” Sam asked me, looking concerned.

“Again, story for another time.” I groaned, folding my arms.

“You seem to know a lot about our families.” Dean frowned.

“Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk.”

“I don’t think they do.” I scoffed.

“There’s a lot your dads didn’t tell you, then.”

“So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?” Sam asked.

“Yep, been here two weeks.” I looked at his arsenal until I saw the hook, which had bloodstains on it. They were fresh. I looked back at Gordon, biting my lip.

“You ok?” Dean whispered in my ear. “Anything hurting?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I snapped back.

“Just checkin’, Beanie.” He turned back to Gordon. “Did you check out that Barker farm?”

“It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.” Gordon shook his head.

“Where's the nest, then?”

“I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it.”

“We can help.”

”Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy.”

“Come on, man, I’ve been itching for a hunt.”

“Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out.” Gordon got in his car, looking out. “It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side.” He drove off, leaving us to stew in the events. I slipped the keys to the Impala from Dean’s pocket, storming over to the car.

“Bea- Ivonne!” Dean called, walking behind me. “What the hell?!”

Sam’s footsteps joined Dean’s. ”Dean, let me handle this-“

“No!”

I got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door. Dean and Sam got in, Dean in the seat beside me. I groaned in frustration, thankful that I didn’t have my powers. “Stupid Gordon revealing stupid everything-“

”Revealing what- Ivonne, talk to me! What the hell’s going on-“

”Dean!” Sam silenced Dean, leaning forward. “Can we talk about this once we’ve actually gotten a place to stay? Cause I personally don’t wanna die in a car crash and the last thing I hear is you two yelling it out!”

Dean sat back in his seat, groaning. “Fine.”

I didn’t say anything, I just started driving.

When we got a motel, the first thing Dean did was round on me.

“Is that the person who died, Ivonne?” He interrogated. “Cause you seem a whole lot angrier since Gordon mentioned Mick Rainer’s death.”

”What happened to my dad is none of your business-“

“A lot of things about you is none of our business!” Dean burst out. “Hell, the most I know about you is your name and what kind of coffee you like! You said your dad wasn’t around a lot and now both Sam and I know why, but you’re not telling us anything!”

“What about you, Dean, huh?” I countered, stepping forward and sizing him up. I was shorter, but oh well. “You’re not tellin’ me a lotta things either. You’re acting like I’m gonna collapse and die any minute, asking me if I’m doin’ ok, pullin’ out my chair, so what’s the deal about that, eh?” Dean seemed at a loss for words.

“We get that the subject is sensitive, but our dad died too.” Sam calmly explained. “We’d know how you feel.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“It’s hard to believe, but we do, and we want to help. We’re here to protect you. Tell us what happened.”

I stayed silent.

“Then we’ll wait.” Sam assured, then hugged me. Dean stood there awkwardly, looking guilty. But not for this, I don’t think. When we stepped back, Sam smiled. “I’m gonna go get us some dinner.” He left, and Dean went into the bathroom. I opened my satchel, taking out some spare pyjamas and changing into them, laying joggers out for the boys. I changed into shorts, but the moment I pulled my top over my head, Dean walked in. He looked me up and down for a moment, at a loss for words again.

“Damn.” He coughed, then seemed to realise. “Not damn, bad Dean-”

”You’re good.” I smiled briefly, pulling my pyjama top on. “We’re gonna be in this kind of situation a lot. I, uh, packed some joggers for you.”

”Thanks.” He picked them up, looked at them, paused, then put them down. “Look, Ivonne, I’m sorry.”

”For what?” I chuckled. “You’re right. You don’t know anything about me.”

”But what happened to your dad is your business. I’m not gonna pry, just tell me when you’re ready.”

”I can work with that.”

“And about the protecting you and all that jazz, it’s cause I blame myself for that knife in you.” I immediately turned to him, folding my arms.

“Hey, no, it wasn’t.”

”It’s just… it was my job to locate that guy and if I’d done it a little faster, your life wouldn’t be on the line.”

”You’d only find me dead with a knife in my jugular.”

”That’s specific.” He joked until he quietened down. “That’s how your dad died.”

”Close.” I smiled.

“And you’re attached to the name Lily Carter too.” He deduced. “She close?”

”They.” I paused, sitting on my bed. “Lily and Carter Rainer. My brother and sister.” Dean sat beside me, clasping his hands. Sam walked back in, and, sensing the situation, pulled up a chair. “I think I should tell you what happened. You guys told me the deal with your mom, so it’s fair play.”

”When you’re ready.” Sam nodded.

“I was meant to be the eldest sibling of five. It was me, then Carter, fifteen, then Quinn, Carter’s twin, then Lily, thirteen, then my mom’s unborn child, just 18 weeks in. I was 19. Quinn had been diagnosed with cancer just before mom got pregnant, and died soon after. It broke everyone, and even the gender reveal of my baby brother didn’t cheer anyone up. It was like we were soulless, and I didn’t talk to anyone for a long time, especially not Carter, who started acting up.” I paused, breathing out shakily.

“You need to cut that attitude, young man.” I growled, facing Carter. “Quinn and dad are both dead, I know-“

”You don’t know!” He shouted.

”The hell I do! I’m trying my hardest to-“

”That’s where you’re wrong, Ivonne, cause you’re not trying at all.” Carter seethed. “Lily was taken out of school cause she kept crying and where are you during the day when I get into a fight?”

”Taking care of our mother.” I frowned. “Y’know, cause she’s pregnant with our brother and dad isn’t even alive to help so that means that I have to step in. Heck, he wasn’t even here in the first place. Just… go to your room!” I pointed to his room, and he stalked off, giving me a nasty look.

“Take your time.” Dean murmured.

”Nah, I need to… I need to get this out.” I gulped, trying to stop my voice from breaking. “If I don’t, I’ll explode. One day, we get the news that dad was found dead, but his heart was carved out of his body, almost so perfectly it was surgical. I completely bricked out Carter by then, cause I thought he didn’t need me and I had my own problems. Seems like a dreamwalking demon found his emotions good enough to feed on. In the night, I hear a scream, and then silence.” Tears started to fill my eyes as my voice broke. “I run to investigate and I find Lily dead with a knife stuck right through her jugular.”

I was reading a book, flipping the pages absent-mindedly. I frowned, looking at the introduction of the main character’s younger brother-

“IVY!” I heard Lily scream. “IVY, HE-“

Silence.

“Lily!” I called, leaping out of bed and rushing up the stairs. “LILY!” I burst into her room and almost collapsed, and she was lying in her bed, eyes open and a terrorised face.

But there was a knife stuck straight through her throat.

“Lily!” I cried, running over. “Lily…” I felt tears run down my face as I kissed her forehead, smoothing back her hair. I cradled her, sobbing as I tried to ignore the gaping hole that had appeared in me where Lily once was. “I’m so sorry, Lil. I’m so sorry…”

“God.” Dean breathed.

”Then I hear mom scream, then silence. I go up to her bedroom and there she is, a knife through her jugular and another in her belly, where my unborn brother was. We were going to name him Nathan. He wasn’t even alive yet and he was murdered…” I wiped a tear that went down my face. “Carter was there, smirking as if he did me a favour. Then another knife appeared in his hand, and he was about to do the same to me when he stopped and he…” I let out a loud sob, burying my face into my hands. Sam instantly moved to side hug me, while Dean gripped my hand. “He stabbed the knife… straight through his own throat. He was dead before he hit the ground. He wasn’t even awake in the first place.”

I’d barely finished mourning over Lily when a second scream pierced the house, which was my mom’s.

”PLEASE, SPARE ME! IVY, HELP ME-“

Silence.

I left Lily reluctantly, sprinting up the stairs two at a time to try and get there before the killer left. “MOM!” I kicked down her door, and I screamed at the sight. Blood stained her sheets, and there were two knives in her, one in her jugular and the other in her belly, where my now dead unborn brother is. I looked at the perpetrator and almost screamed.

It was Carter.

He was standing there, eyes glazed but a wicked grin on his face as he held another knife, preparing to throw it at me. However, in the nick of time, I felt my hand close around something. I didn’t even think about how I could use whatever was given to me, I just raised it, my finger pulled something and two loud bangs emitted from it, two holes appearing in my brother’s chest, and just after a black smoke flew up and out of the window. I stared at what was given to me with shaking hands, gasping in horror. It was a gun.

I’d shot my brother.

I ran over to Carter, taking the nape of his neck in my hand as I looked into his eyes. They were still glazed, as if he was sleeping.

He was sleeping.

“A dreawalker got to you, Carter.” I whispered, my quiet sobs turning to racking ones. I checked the gun wounds, which were black and like a crater, almost. The gun was still in my hand as the front door was knocked down, policemen filing in.

”After that, I completely broke down. My family was gone and murdered. So I got out of the police case innocent, fled Jersey and I’ve been moving ever since.”

“That…” Sam paused. “I don’t even know what to say.”

”My mom made my middle name Hazel cause it’s what she originally wanted to name me.” I whispered. “Her death, little Nate’s death, haunts me everyday. Even dad’s. I tried to buffer it by making the excuse that dad wasn’t there for anything and that mom cheated on him when she got the chance to, but it still hurts like hell. I can’t help but think if the dreamwalker will come back to finish the job with me.”

“Daniel Elkins?” I called out, venturing in. An old man turned around, frowning.

“Who’s askin’?” He rumbled, standing up.

”Ivonne Rainer, Michael Rainer’s daughter.”

”You’re Mick Rainer’s girl?”

”That’s right.” He took a look at my face, nodding.

”You look just like him. Got a little bit of Audrey too.”

”I’ve been told.”

“I’m sorry for your losses.”

”Thank you.” I nodded, then held out the gun. “I developed a sorceress’s powers the night I got this gun, my powers gave it to me, but it’s not an ordinary one. I talked to hunters who knew my dad and they pointed me to you.” I gave him the gun, which he examined.

”Your powers are a blessin’, girl.” He said gruffly. “This is called the Colt. Can kill anyone an’ anything and all you have to do is pull the trigger and have good aim.”

“Can you handle it?”

”Course I can. Who d’you shoot with this?”

”My brother, just after a dreamwalker left his body.”

He clapped my shoulder, looking solemn. “Ain’t your fault, sweetheart.”

”Ivonne, I am so sorry.” Dean pulled me into a hug, kissing my head. “I don’t have words either. But what happened isn’t your fault.”

“And we won’t let that dreamwalker hurt you.” Sam assured.

”We’ll kill it before it does.”

I felt kind of grateful for having Dean and Sam with me, but I also felt guilty.

”Do you need one of us to stay with you tonight?” Sam asked softly.

”Most likely.” I smiled awkwardly, then Dean raised his hand.

“I’ll do it. Sammy’s gonna take up the bed, him and his giant DNA.” Dean volunteered, clapping Sam on the shoulder. He turned to me. “Whatcha thinking about?”

”I wanna track this Gordon guy.” I told them. “If he’s hunting vampires, he’s gonna do it tomorrow night and one may kill him. We don’t need another dead hunter.”

“She’s right.” Sam nodded. “We can track him down in the morning.”

”In the meantime, I packed joggers for you guys.” I gestured to the joggers. “I figured that we’d need a change of clothes if we happened to stay the night anywhere.”

“So that’s where that pair went.” Sam chuckled. “Nice one.”

“Now we don’t have to sleep in jeans.” Dean grinned, picking his up.

Dean emerged from the bathroom with just his joggers on, making Sam groan.

“Dean, it’s not you and I anymore.” He sighed.

“You’re acting like I haven’t seen a guy shirtless.” I smirked, making them double take. “Yeah. I have flings too.”

“Is Alex Wilde one of them, Beanie?” Dean smirked.

“No.”

“Well, there’s always time for it.”

“Ivy, are you comfortable with it?” Sam asked.

“Course. I practically raised Carter, so I can handle you both.

“That’s settled, then.” Dean grinned, shoving himself under the blanket. I quickly did my hair into a rope braid, and Dean’s eyes seemed to be… somewhere… on me.

“Dean…?” I raised an eyebrow, turning.

“Yeah, Beanie?”

“What are you staring at?”

“Yeah, Dean.” Sam smirked.

”I-I was staring at your necklace.” Dean stammered. “Wasn’t there before.”

“Ellen gave it. It was my mom’s.” I grinned, ruffling his hair. “But it’s cute when you’re flustered.” I got into bed, laying down next to Dean, both of us facing the ceiling. Sam turned off the light and laid down, falling asleep soon after. I heard a shift next to me.

“Beanie?” He muttered.

“Yeah?” I softly replied, turning my head to face his.

“What was Carter like?”

“He was like Sam, really. Smart, loyal, brave. Stubborn as hell. There’s not anything I wouldn’t have done for him. But he became a wreck after Quinn died, and it was so hard to recognise him. I guess that’s why I went so hard on him. I think I was trying to restore him in the worst way possible when I couldn’t deal myself.”

”I get that.” He whispered. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Sammy.”

”I can tell.” I smiled. “Even though you two fight like raccoons sometimes, you protect him. I just wished that I could have had the same thing with Carter.”

“You did what you had to do.” He assured. “Poor kid could’ve suffered worse had he woken up and been arrested for the murder of his family.”

”I suppose.” I shrugged. “Then again, I would’ve put my prints on the knives and said that I did it.” We stayed silent, just staring at the ceiling.

I shivered; it was cold. And, as if he had a radar, Dean sat up on his elbow, looking over. “You’re cold.”

“Excellent spot, Dean.”

“Sammy once said that staying close can preserve body heat.”

“Dean Winchester, are you trying to hit on me?”

“No, no! I do not. It’s that… I’m really warm, and I don’t want you to be cold cause then you’ll be uncomfortable-“

”I get it.” I grinned. “Sure.”

“Alright, uh…” He chuckled. “How are we gonna do this?” I scooted up to him, laying my head in the crook of his neck while my hand rested on his chest. His arm wrapped around me, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my arms.

“You weren’t kidding.” I laughed. “This is like a radiator.”

“And you weren’t kidding about being cold.” He kissed my hair, sighing afterwards. “It’s only been a few, Beanie, and it doesn’t always seem like it, but I care about you. You take care of Sammy when I can’t. Heck, you’ve even saved my life-“

”Don’t say it.” I whispered, looking up. “Cause I know.”

I opened my eyes, yawning softly. Dean’s eyes were shut and Sam was cocooned in his blanket, so I pried myself out of Dean’s arms and quickly changed into a Led Zeppelin band shirt and jeans, pulling a black beanie over my head. Carter’s beanie. I got out a map, sat at the table and started triangulating the two murders and finding out the third location.

”Thanks, dad.” I whispered as I circled the third. I left a note for Sam and Dean, walking out and coincidentally running into Gordon.

“Morning, Ivonne.” He nodded.

“Gordon.” I replied with a small smile. “I thought I was the only early bird today.”

”I like to get a head start.” He grinned, and I felt unsettled a bit.

“Understandable.”

”Hey, uh, the gun you pointed at me, was that your dad’s gun?”

”It was.” I took it out of the inside of my jacket, holding it up.

“Mick Rainer’s gun.” Gordon chuckled. “Stuff of legend among hunters. There’s talk that it dated back farther than the Colt, and every owner, before passing it on, heats the metal and remoulds it, making the pattern-“

”-in the image of the next chosen holder, complete with their name.” I stored the gun back, smirking. “I know that story off by heart, thanks. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get breakfast for the boys.”

”BEANIE-“ Dean rushed out then stopped, still pulling on his shirt. “Oh.”

”Dean, I left a note.” I sighed.

”But I had to check!” He slumped. “Fine. Sam is cranky.”

”We better get that breakfast then.” I grinned. “Nice running into you, Gordon.” We walked off, and Dean turned to me, leaning in.

“Got a beer in your satchel?”

”I have a breath mint.”

”Ouch.”

That night, we were driving up to the farm which I’d said was Gordon’s next hit location. We went over, and there Gordon was, close to getting decapitated. Sam sprang into action, pulling Gordon out, while I punched the vampire, Dean rushing in to deliver another hit while I kicked him. The vampire was shoved against the belt, and Dean reached up, bringing the saw down on his head.

I watched while a vampire got brutally killed. And as he stared down on the body, with blood splattered on his face, Dean didn’t look guilty. Not in the slightest.

He looked like he enjoyed it.

I frowned, looking down as Gordon laughed, looking up. “I guess I owe you that drink.” We headed to the bar, where Gordon paid for the drinks. “I insist. Thank you, sweetie.“ He raised a glass, and Dean did too. “And another one bites the dust.”

”That’s right.” Dean smirked, both of them clinking glasses.

”Dean.” Gordon cackled. “You gave that big fang one hell of a haircut, my friend.”

“Thank you.”

”Beautiful. It was absolutely beautiful.”

”Beautiful?” I cut in. Sam just stayed silent, laid back in his seat.

”You alright, Sammy?” Dean asked.

”Yeah.” Sam nodded.

”Well, lighten up, Sammy!” Gordon encouraged.

”Only Dean and Ivy get to call me that.”

“Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done.”

”Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess.”

”Oh, come one, man, it's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job.”

“See? That's what I've been trying to tell him. You could learn a thing or two from this guy.” Dean gestured to Gordon, but I tilted my head. Really? This dude?”

”Yeah, I could.” Sam grimaced, then stood up. “I’m not gonna put a downer on your parade. I’m going back to the motel.”

”I’ll go with him.” I stood up as well, smiling falsely as I walked behind Sam. “You boys enjoy yourselves.”

“Hey, Sam?” Dean called, making Sam and I turn around. “Remind me to beat the buzzkill out of you later.” He threw the keys to Sam, who caught them. We walked out in silence, until Sam looked up.

Sam coughed. “Is it just me, or-“

“Is Dean being a douche?” I smirked. “Yeah. Big time.”

“This Gordon guy seems really off.”

“He does.” I nodded. “So I’ve got a way to find out who this guy is.”

We hung the keys in our room, and I dialled a number, putting it on speaker.

‘Harvelle's Roadhouse.’

“Ellen?” I grinned. “It’s Ivvy. Sam’s with me, and you’re on speaker.”

‘Ivvy, Sam! So good to hear from you.’

“Same here, Ellen.” Sam laughed.

‘You three are ok, aren’t you?’

“Yeah, we just had something to run by you.” I looked at Sam, patting him on the shoulder.

‘Yeah, shoot.’

“Has a guy called Gordon Walker ever stopped by your bar?” Sam asked.

‘Yeah, I know Gordon.’

“And?”

‘Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking, sweetie?’

“We ran into him on a job and we’ll, we’re kind of working with him-“

‘Don’t do that, Sam.’ She warned.

“I thought you said he was a good hunter.” I frowned.

‘Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you boys just let him handle it and you move on.’

Sam looked concerned, so he spoke up. “But Ellen-“

‘No, Sam- you just… listen to what I’m telling you, ok?’

”Alright, Ellen.” I nodded then said bye and cut the call. “Do we trust her information?”

“Rather her than Gordon.” Sam shrugged. “Besides, he sounded spooked.”

“We need to warn Dean.” I sighed. “Before it’s too late and he’s a copy of Gordon.” We went out, Sam putting coins in a machine and taking out two Cokes. He gave one to me, and I cracked it open and drank some out of it. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, but I ignored it.

“Do you need my to get some food from the other one?” I asked.

“Two packets of crisps, maybe.” He nodded so I went to the other one-

Oh, god.

Noises of fighting rang out behind me, in which Sam was knocked out by two people, one holding a telephone that was used to knock him out. I pulled out my gun, aiming it at the woman who was holding it,

“Bad move.” I growled. “You never attack someone when their back is turned.” One of them bared their fangs at me, but the woman stopped him. “Take one step, I dare you.”

“She’s holding Michael Rainer’s gun.” The woman whispered to her companion. “She’s his daughter.”

“What of it?” I frowned.

“Can we trust her?” The man asked her.

“We can try.” She whispered, then spoke up. “My name’s Lenore. I knew your father.”

“Many people did.” I scoffed. “You’re just another Joe and Jane.”

“He helped us.” She smiled. “And you can too. We need your help, Ivonne. He told us you could, if you ever found us.”

I lowered my gun a little, then stiffened up. “How can I trust you?”

“‘One bullet can make one family and break another as well, so be careful where you use it.’.” She cited. “He told us a lot about you. About the scar cutting across your eyebrow and where you got it from, which was your first hunt.” She gestured to her own eyebrow, and I started to get the thought that she wasn’t lying. “How you stole his old leather jacket and love wearing beanies. How he would’ve given anything to see you more. We need your help, so please, don’t shoot.”

I took a deep breath before lowering my gun. “Fine. But I go anywhere Sam goes.”

“Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone where the nest is.” She begged, and I nodded.

I was waiting for Sam to wake up, when I heard a familiar voice call my name.

“Ivy?” I turned, seeing a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes who was making his way up to me. I laughed, standing up.

“Will?” I hugged him, grinning. “No way!”

“It’s so good to see you.” We stepped back, a goofy grin on his face. “I thought you wouldn’t wanna talk to me after we broke up.”

“It’s not the principle that you were a vampire.” I sighed. “It was the principle that I move around a lot for my work.”

He stared at me for a moment, a charged air in between us. “You like your work a lot, huh?”

“I’ve minimised vampire killings.” I smiled. “Only the evil ones.”

“That’s good.” He nodded. “I’m glad Lenore listened to my pitch.”

“I’m really proud of you, Will.” I paused, “Even if animal blood is the broccoli of your world.”

“I just wanted to protect you.”

“And I owe you my life for that. Honestly, I thought you’d have gotten over me by now.”

“You’ve probably heard this a million times, Ivy, but you’re impossible to get over.” He looked down, rumpling his hair with his hand. “I was just beginning to come to terms with our breakup and… now you’re here.”

“Should I be happy or sad about that?” I chuckled.

“I’d rather you be happy.”

“Will.” Eli came in, rounding the corner. “We need the girl.”

“I’m coming.” I walked with Eli, and the moment Sam saw me, he started struggling.

“Did you turn her?!” He growled, trying to break free.

“I’m ok, Sammy.” I assured, kneeling down in front of him. “These guys are clean, trust me. They do drink animal blood.”

“We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated.” Eli hissed.

“That’s enough, Eli.” Lenore warned.

”Yeah, Eli, that’s enough.” Sam teased.

“What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight.”

“Then why bring us here?” I asked.

“Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us.”

“So you’re asking us not to follow you.” Sam realised.

“We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone.”

“Give me one reason why I should believe you.”

“You know what I’m gonna do?” She got closer. “I’m gonna let you go.” She turned to Will, gesturing to us both. “Take them back. Not a mark on either of them.”

“We need to stop Dean.” Sam whispered.

“Yeah, we do.” I nodded.

We got back, and I leaned in the window to the driver’s seat. “Thanks, Will.”

“It’s nothing.” He smiled, leaning closer.

“Trust me, I owe you a lot for what you’ve done.” I grinned, tilting my head. Resisting drinking my blood, making the switch to animal blood, tackling members of your own family just to keep me safe, it’s a lot-“ I was silenced by his lips on mine, and I cupped his cheek, grinning stupidly when I pulled away. “I owe you for that too.“

“Pay me back later.” He smirked. “Your friend there looks like he’s gonna burst out into laughter.” I heard a snort, and I turned to Sam, who was looking up to the sky.

“Don’t mind me.” Sam giggled. “I’m just looking at this really interesting pitch black sky while you two are smooching.”

“Shut up.” I pulled a newspaper out of my satchel, thwacking Sam across the head before stuffing it back in. “You’re such a child.”

“I never knew that you were a romantic.”

“I was.” I smiled. “Will was a boyfriend.”

“Looks like the boyfriend. You met him in the nest and now you’re both kissing. Will and Ivy, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G-“

”Scratch that, you’re a baby.” I opened the door to the motel room, and our smiles were wiped off our faces to see Gordon with Dean. I hung up my jacket, and my arm holster, which contained my gun, was left exposed.

”Where you been?” Dean asked.

“Can we talk to you alone?” Sam asked, and Dean seemed to agree.

“Mind chillin’ out for a couple minutes?” He followed us outside, and I shut the door.

“Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt.”

“What are you talking about? Where were you?”

”The nest.”

”You found it?”

“They found us, man.”

“How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?”

“None.”

“Well, they didn’t just let you go-”

“That’s exactly what they did, Dean.” I frowned.

“All right, well, where is it?” Dean asked.

“We were blindfolded, so no, we don’t know.” I lied.

“Well, you've got to know something.”

“We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them.”

“Why not?”

“We don't think they're like other vampires. We don't think they're killing people.” Sam urged.

“You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are.” Dean asked, looking angry and confused.

”The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood.”

“And you believed them?”

“Look at us, Dean.” Sam gestured to him and I. “They let us go without a scratch.”

“Wait, so you're saying... no, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care.” He started walking, and we didn’t have much time to convince him. “We find 'em, we waste 'em.”

“Why?”

“What part of vampire do you not understand?” Dean growled. “If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job.”

“So you would kill me if I still had my powers?” I asked, silencing him for a moment. “We kill ‘evil’, Dean, not just any supernatural force. They’re not killing people, so we don’t kill them.”

“Of course they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them.”

“No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time.”

“Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows.”

“Gordon.“ I scoffed.

“Yes.” He nodded defiantly.

“You’re taking his word for it?” Sam asked cynically.

“That’s right.”

“Ellen says he’s bad news, Dean.” I persisted.

“You called Ellen?” Dean raised his eyebrows. We nodded. “And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. You may know her, Ivonne, but no thanks, I'll go with Gordon.”

“Right, cause Gordon's such an old friend.” Sam seethed, fists clenching. “You don't think I can see what this is?”

“What are you talking about?”

“He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one.”

“Shut up, Sam.” Dean’s teeth gritted, and I could practically feel the tension rising.

“He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day.”

“You know what?” He chuckled, backing away. “I'm not even going to talk about this-“

“You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it.” Sam growled. “Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory.”

“Okay.” Dean nodded, then punched Sam. I didn’t think; I just felt red hot rage boil up and my hand swung round, slapping some silence into Dean. He just stared at me, holding his jaw.

“Go.” I ordered, furious. “Go to your new best friend Gordon and when you’ve realised that we’ve been telling the truth, you’re come back and say sorry. And you better beg.”

He seemed to regain his pride, gritting his teeth. “I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself.” He left, and I turned to Sam, turning his face.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s bruising.” He nodded. “Are you okay, though? You seemed to blow up.”

“Yeah, I just thought of Carter.” I nodded. “If anyone touched him, they’d be on the floor in seconds, I don’t care who they are.”

”I didn’t wanna hurt Dean. He’s just blindsided.”

“Luckily I’m here to slap some sense into him, then.”

“But we really do need to convince him.”

“Fine.” We went back into the motel room, where Dean was gathering his stuff.

“Gordon?” Dean called, but there was no Gordon.

“You think he went after them?” Sam asked.

“Most likely.”

“Dean, we have to stop him.” I urged.

“Really, Ivonne?” He scoffed, hand moving to his cheek, which was red. Good. “Cause I say we lend a hand.”

“Just give us the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe us that.” I paused. “You owe me, Dean.”

“Real good negotiator you are, Ivonne.”

“Careful, or your cheek might turn purple instead of red.” I shot back. “Think about it, Dean.”

“Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys.” We looked to where the keys were supposed to be, but they were gone.

“He snaked the keys.” Sam whispered. We ran to the car, getting inside through picking the lock.

“I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too.” Dean groaned while hot-wiring his car. ”So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?”

“The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm.” I informed, looking at my own map.

“How do you know?”

“I counted.”

“They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge.” Sam mapped out, tracing the path.

“You two are good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good.” Dean grimaced.

We reached the house and went in, and I found both Lenore and Will tied to a chair, weak.

“Sam, Ivonne, Dean. Come on in.” Gordon grinned, holding a small bloody knife.

“Hey, Gordon. What's going on?” Dean asked, looking around.

”Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?”

“Look, man-“

“Just grab a knife. I was about to start in on the fingers.” He made a cut down Lenore’s arm, and she wheezed weakly in pain. He did the same to Will, who groaned a bit louder, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to resist the pain.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?”

“I am chill.” Gordon replied coolly.

“Gordon, just put the knife down.” Sam ordered, starting forward, but was stopped by Dean.

“Looks like Sam here needs to chill.”

“Just step away from her, all right?”

“You’re right, I’m wasting my time. These two will never talk. Might as well put them out of their misery.” He pulled out a knife. “Don’t worry, I sharpened it, so it’s completely humane.”

”Gordon, I'm letting her go.” Sam frowned, stepping in Gordon’s way.

“You’re not doing a damn thing.” Gordon seethed, pointing the knife at Sam’s chest.

“Hey, Gordon, let’s talk about this.” Dean protested feebly.

“What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray.”

“The hell there is.” I took out my gun from my arm holster, pulling the trigger and hitting Gordon’s knife. It broke in half, the metal clattering to the ground.

Dean stepped in. “That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one...”

“Killed my sister?” Gordon cackled. “That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself.”

“You did what?” I seethed.

”It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you, Dean.”

“So you knew all along, then?” Sam scoffed. “You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care.”

“Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it.” He slit Sam’s arm with the jagged knife, and Lenore’s teeth emerged, and she started to hiss and snarl. He pressed it to Sam’s throat, dragging him closer to Lenore.

“Let him go! Now!” Dean ordered, taking out his gun and aiming at Gordon.

”Relax. If I wanted to kill him he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point.” The blood from Sam’s cut hit Lenore’s face, making her eyes turn red. “You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty.” A tear ran down Will’s face at the sight of Lenore, and my jaw clenched.

“No, no…” Lenore sobbed, regaining control of herself.

“You see that, Gordon?” I snapped, taking the knife away from him and using it to cut Lenore and Will free. He collapsed into my arms, trying to stay upright. I cupped his cheek, his forehead leaning against mine. “I’ve got you. It’s ok, I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“We’re done here.” Sam fumed.

“Sam, Beanie, get ‘em outta here.” I helped Will outside while Sam did Lenore, taking out a cloth and cleaning both of them. I was still holding my gun, and I changed the cartridge, chucking it away.

“You’re going after him, aren’t you?” He asked.

”I have to.” I nodded. “Dean’s good, but Gordon knows more tricks.”

“Wait.” Will coughed, and then he kissed me gently. “Don’t get hurt. Please.”

“I won’t.” I assured before running inside. Dean flew through the air, hitting the wall and collapsing with a groan. I raised my gun, shooting Gordon in the shoulder, making his body fall back with the shock. His head hit the wall, and he slumped, unconscious.

“Good talk.” I smirked, training it on him.

”You came back?” Dean coughed, getting up.

”Yeah, I’m not leaving you with this sadist.” I picked Gordon up, slamming his head against a doorframe on my way to the chair that Will was previously tied up in. “Oops.” I drawled, dropping him in the chair. Dean tied him up, looking sick with himself.

”All that talk about black and white, but you’re the one who’s tied up.”

We were back at the motel, when we got out, I faced a now recovered Will with a smile.

”Thanks for saving my life.” He grinned. “I guess you don’t owe me one anymore. Kind of wanted an excuse to see you anytime.”

”I want to give you that excuse, really.”

He realised, nodding sadly, but masked it with his winning smile. “You’re leaving.”

”Sadly.” I bit my lip. “I wish we had more time.”

”Yeah, now I have to start another cycle of getting over you.” He joked, but still looked heartbroken.

“Well, I’m gonna make it harder, cause I still have to pay you back.” I grinned.

”Pay me back-“ I grabbed his collar, pulling him in for a kiss that he melted into instantly. His arms wrapped around my waist while mine went around his neck, my head tilting. His hands threaded in my hair-

“HAUN HAUN!” I heard Dean yell. “Mademoiselle et monsieur s’embrassent ! Que puis-je dire, c’est la vie !

“Ivonne et Will, assis dans un arbre!” Sam called. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

We pulled back, laughing. I turned to the boys, kissing my teeth. “You just HAD to say it in French!”

“Yeah!” Dean grinned.

“That was the WORST French I’ve ever heard!”

“Thanks!” Sam snickered.

It was a week since the Gordon incident, and we had returned to my house. I was reading a book on my bed, engrossed in a scene from it simply because the main character was dying and I don’t see that, like, ever.

“IVONNE!” I heard from outside. “HER LADYSHIP IVONNE RAINER OF THE KINGDOM OF NEW JERSEY, PLEASE COME FORTH TO HER CHAMBER WINDOW!” I rolled my eyes, putting down my book.

”What the hell?” I muttered. “What is this person playing at-“ I swept the curtain aside, and almost broke down laughing at who was heckling at my window. “Dean?!”

”Tis I!” He yelled, gesturing dramatically to himself.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Apologising!” He called back, a goofy grin on his face. “You said I needed to beg!”

”I never meant literally!”

“Too late!”

”Dean-“

”I HEREBY PROCLAIM THAT I, SIR DEAN WHO HAILS FROM THE KINGDOM OF KANSAS, WAS A DOUCHEBAG.”

”AND?!”

”AN IDIOT.”

”AND?!”

”A SPINELESS, CORRUPT, HORRIBLE PIECE OF WORK. ANYTHING ELSE?”

”No, sounds like enough slander.” I smirked, gesturing for him to continue. He then got down on one knee, making Sam, who was watching from the other window and recording everything, lose his cool, cackling loudly.

“I BEG FOR THY FORGIVENESS, MY FAIR MAIDEN, FOR MY AB-ABHORRENT BLASSsss…” He turned to Sam. “How d’you say it?”

”Blasphemy.” Sam repeated.

“RIGHT, UH, BLAS-PEMY. I BEG FOR THY FORGIVENESS, MY FAIR MAIDEN, FOR MY ABHORRENT BLAS-PEMY AND I IMPLORE YOU TO COME THITHER AND ACCEPT MY DEAREST APOLOGY.”

“Should I?” I asked Sam, who was losing it.

“I don’t know, this is fun.”

“If I give you a kiss, Dean, will you stop?” I sighed, and he contemplated the situation before nodding. I went downstairs, swiping something from my drawer before meeting him outside.

“Where’s my kiss, milady?” He smirked, standing up. I took his hand and placed something in it: a Hershey’s kiss. He grimaced at me while Sam almost fell out of the window in his mirth. “Ha ha, very funny.”

“Needed to have an excuse to get rid of the last one.” I laughed. “But yeah, I forgive you. Now you need to repeat the act for Sam.” I grinned, patting him on the shoulder.

”SAMUEL! SIR SAMUEL WINCHESTER OF THE KINGDOM OF KANSAS, PLEASE COME FORTH TO HIS CHAMBER WINDOW-“

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mournus · 1 year ago

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👀 (for all the muses we have threads with. Mine wanna know what's going inside their head lmao👁️👁️)

send 👀 for a dirty thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours.

Seth x Yongsun

"You know... you'd look fucking hot in a little maid outfit." He smirked at the thought. "Down on your knees, bent over with your ass up, licking my fucking shoe. You beg and beg and beg for me and whine until I pull you by your hair and throw you on the bed and bruise you and scratch you and bite you and you're left whimpering and soggy and delirious." Yeah. That would be perfect.

Rak x Minsung

"Hmmm... I think it would be fun to play some kind of game, but maybe we get more and more excited..." The game itself has been one Minsung told him about. It was nothing like he had heard before and had become extremely excited about it. "I like the idea of us... playing a game together, laughing together. We can just talk and have fun until the mood brings us closer and we hold hands and kiss." He made a noise of excitement and laughed, feeling all shy and embarrassed about the topic of conversation!

Kaili x Maew

"Oh..." Kaili couldn't say it out loud... they're just going to run away. In fact, Kaili has had some fantasies. Just a few. Pretty innocent ones, he swears! It's just that Maew is so pretty and so cool, it made Kaili envision things. He'd likely never act on his desires but he thought about being with her by the sea, tucking her hair behind her ear. He fantasised about looking her in the eyes with confidence in a close distance, complimenting her gently and seeing her smile in response. Perhaps she'd even lean into his touch. In his wildest dreams he's the type of man she'd be interested in, or at a stretch the type she'd kiss.

Nachim x Azazel

"Do I need fantasies? Won't you do anything I ask? That hurts, mi amor." Ha. "Azazel... you know what I want? The one thing we have never even spoken about? It might be a little weird even for you... but I want to do a little roleplay. I know that isn't that new, but I want to take you as my prisoner. I want to torture confessions out of you by teasing you while your wrists are cuffed and your freedom is mine."

Mai x Hwayoung

"Why? You wanna get a little freaky?" Give her a second she had to think!! "Oh, babe! Ride my face. C'mon. That's like the ultimate fantasy of fantasies. I wanna feel your whole weight on my and I want you to be super super loud about it!" She's a simple woman...

Kaho x Earendill

"Kawaii..." Kaho laughed, "Earendill-chan, you know what? Maybe I have a fantasy of you letting me paint your skin. I can paint a masterpiece on your back, gently touching you and stroking you, teasing you with the brush in all the places you're most sensitive. When you can't help it and turn to face me, offering me your soft lips, I will deny you a kind kiss. The night will go on and on like this, the two of us burning with need and the electricity between us growing larger and larger until we are both zapped by the static. Finally, at the end of the day, we will give in, and the painting will smudge and fade from your thick sweat."

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hepbaestus · 2 years ago

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Thoughts on X-Men First Class (2011)

I've got journal articles to read for my essays so join me in my thoughts on X-Men First Class (2011) as I suffer through reading something that makes me want to gouge my eyeballs out.

There's more of my thoughts after the cut-off, except it just gets gayer.

I'm only really watching this for James McAvoy.

This is from back when marvel was simple to watch

Poland 1944?? Penultimate year before the end of WW2

This is starting off extremely dark oml

Who just has a photo of Einstein on their bedside table? Apparently this kid does.

Ooooo mummy issues

MYSTIQUE!! JENNIFER LAWRENCE

Oooo young Xavier

Kevin Bacon is that you??

Those saws in the background oml

Using his mother against him??!! Jesus Christ

Poor Erik

The bass guitar shouldn't be that good or make this scene seem hot. But it is

ITS JAMES MCAVOY!!!

Jennifer Lawrence looks so jealous

This man's is a flirt and I'm here for it

He shouldn't be that hot but he is.

What

"Would you date me?" Girl just fucking ask him out already Jesus

It's weird not hearing James with his Scottish accent, I'm used to hearing it

Owie that must have hurt

French has never sounded more sinister until now

Hellfire? You say? I've heard that name before

Storm??

Azazel's fucking hot as hell.

Oooo pwetty mountain landscape

Multilingual king? Even hotter.

Just casually trauma-dumping in a fun way, me likey

Owie 2 electric boogaloo

This is like Five Hargreeves from the umbrella academy

Oooo a party boy.

How is he making science sound slightly hot? What the fuck.

The editing is so 2011

It's the dude from Chicago Med!!

So Erik and Charles are just an enemies-to-lovers story (I think)

I swear all men look good in those dark blue/black long coats

Awww Charles rescuing Erik

Kid just got outed oof

HE HAS HANDS FOR FEET?? EW

That's so cursed

They're so cute together

I can already tell that they're in love

That ball looks like the one at Disney in America

God they're already so in love and they've known each other for a few hours

You can just tell by their faces

The playfulness in their voices? I adore

"Don't touch my hair" I love this so much already

Man's is so horny Jesus Christ

ZOE KRAVITZ

ITS THIS ICONIC SCENE

God this is so gay and I love it

Oof poor dude

HUGH JACKMAN

Oooo the disappointment in their faces

A giant spring just grabbing a dude is so funny to me

Kinky

Wait a minute that's fucking Laurent from the Twilight series. I knew I recognised him from somewhere

Oh shit that's fucked

Of course they had to pan to the only Black guy of the mutants when talking about enslavement

Rip Alex

Or not

Rip that dude- I don't know his name (Darwin)

The parents are discussing

That's a fucking palace

Oh shit this is set when Kennedy is still alive? Wow

There's always something so homoerotic about pointing a gun at your mates head

That's a lot of fire. Fun.

That scream, brilliant

He reminds me of Icarus, it's probably just because he's flying

Charles don't you dare (I've given up with reading for my essay I'm too engrossed in the lovers)

James has such pretty eyes

There is no way either of them acted without a little thought into making the characters gay for each other

I remember the panic buying of COVID. That wasn't fun

This scene gives me katniss and peeta about to swallow the berries scene (which is fitting cause it's fucking Jennifer Lawrence in both)

Good ol' chess game

The way they're both sitting, neither sitting in a "socially acceptable" way to sit (or as I call it, the gay ways of sitting on a chair)

Oh shit of course the serum didn't work

Man's is becoming Sully from monsters inc.

Wait

The uniforms!!

The arrogance of Shaw

The red body paint on Azazel must've taken hours to put on and take off

Oh shit is this where Charles becomes paralysed because of Erik's mistake??

Oh but he is

This is where shit hits the fan

Manipulation time

Oh fuck this is the scene where Charles becomes paralysed

Shaw's outfit reminds me of a Japanese schoolboy

Oh shit that's brutal and gruesome, dude

Oh wait, does that affect Charles?

Okay it doesn't thank god

That's gonna start a war bro

Lovers quarrel that might kill thousands of men

Oh fuck

The fact that the music is white noise fucking hurts

"She didn't do this Erik. You did." That's such a powerful line like fuck bro (except they're not just bros)

"We're brothers you an I." Mhmm sure, that doesn't explain the homoerotic tension that you've had this entire film

They're going through a breakup sad times dudes

The panic in everyone's eyes. Fuck. I can't imagine what that must feel like

That wheelchair looks fucking sick

"Next thing you know I'll be going bald." Well shucks do I have a story for you

I love Moira. She's great

Setting up for another film I see

"left a bit of a gap in my life, if I'm to be honest." Bro just say you love him already

"I was rather hoping you would fill it." That so gay dude, I love it.

Overall score: 8.5/10

Film recommendations welcome!

#x men first class #x-men first class (2011)#film reviews #film #film recommendations #disney plus #film review #recommendations welcome #film rec #x men movies #x men series #james mcavoy

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abyssmal-skies · 5 days ago

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I CAME RUNNING ONCE I SAW U REBLOG KEKEKE cld i ask these for aziel? :3

rose ✦ is your s/i more like yourself, or are they more of an oc you project on?

sunflower ✦ what is your s/i's name? did you have any reasoning for chosing that particular name?

hydrangea ✦ what species is your s/i?

lavender ✦ what does your s/i look like? (images or written description work!)

tulip ✦ how does your s/i dress? do they have a specific aesthetic when it comes to their outfits? (feel free to show examples!)

▪︎ rose - it's basically just me, but better ●°●

▪︎ sunflower - well, my second oc, and my first persona was named azazel(edgy demon name ik, ik), but i wanted something less on the nose on the edginess, so i picked 'Aziel'.... but if you mean my Psyscio nickname well that has it's own backstory haha

▪︎ hydrangea - she's just a normal human tbh

▪︎ lavander - aziel is all here hehe

▪︎ tulip - victorian era! Nd gonna put it all utc!!

#heheh loved answering this ying!!!!#psyscio rambles #void visitor: ying❤️#v: psyscio

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gensou-no-toshokan · 7 years ago

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I have seen things about genderbent azazel going around. I wanna see your take on that🙏.

Oh yeah I’ve seen those too, mmm, I can do that sure, although I’m not sure how it would turn out, since I wanna try something a little different.

Hope you like it!

“That you cando what?!”

Everyone in the room asked at the same time andin an equally loud tone, forcing him to hide his flinch due to his sensitivehearing.

“Don’t act too surprised…” He said looking to thesaid, after all wasn’t he just making a generous offer? What need did he haveto waste his powers to do them a anything resembling a favor?

Ugh, he felt like gagging just thinking about that.

“Is not surprise exactly, it’s just…” The redheadedidiot looked pensive for a moment and then if it wasn’t for his dark skin,Azazel swore there had been a tiny blush on them, but he coughed to theside. “…I guess I just can’t see it.” He said that while shrugging andlooking utterly unimpressed which only pissed him off more.

“Don’t get any weird ideas,” He said feeling hiseye twitch slightly. “Nothing inward about me changes, It’s not differentfrom a crafted illusion, like one of your smoke screens, but naturally my magicis much more refined and powerful than your trinkets.”

He felt someone kicking at his sheens.

“Tch, and you, don’t get too cocky, it hasn’t beeneven five years for you to get that right.” Rita said behind him.

Five years uh? Keeping track of human calendars hadalways been difficult for him, not to mention useless, but now that every timehe visited he noticed another inch on Mugaro or another grey hair on the bountyhunter and even on the saint.

Or realizing that her face had gotten slightly longerand her eyes sharper in the edges, looking more like a grown up thesedays…

These type of things made him realize that maybe itwould be good to start doing so.

“You have some nerve too, Jeanne it’s too wellknown, Rita is a zombie, and Nina still can’t talk, we need you to act as aninterpreter.” Said another newcomer behind him.

“And what about you?” He asked to Sofia… Sophie, hedidn’t remember her name - how could he? She wasn’t around until after he was ademon - but he knew she had been looking for Mugaro disguised as a human.

“As an archangel, my name has also gotten spreadtoo, people have lifted monuments and temples in my name, I can’t risk peoplethinking about me as partial to a sole group of… acquaintances.” She said witha hand gesture that remind him way too much to Gabriel.

Nice to see she was accommodating well to her newstatus.

“Right, because I don’t happen to be occupyingmyself with the reconstruction of my entire race among other personal business.”

“If there were any pressing matters, I’m sure youwouldn’t have come here in the first place.” Said the drunkard god from thecorner. “Besides, this could be benefiting for demons too.”

“Maybe he really just can’t do it,” The duck saidfrom his spot at Bacchus side, and of course now they were all looking at himwaiting for a demonstration, as if he was some circus animal.

He almost felt like ditching them all.

“Very good Nina.”

Still playing what looked like a charades game withMugaro - of course he could relate to what she was going through - there was Nina on the other side of the room too, most of the time heavoided looking in her direction these days.

Right, that was why he was doing it.

Ever since Nina had been rendered unable to talk,it didn’t take her too much to realize that it gave her a LOT of time with herown thoughts, and in turn forced her to think better before doing.

Right now she was deeply thankful for that learnedskill because she couldn’t imagine the number of ridiculous things that wouldcome out of her mouth if she could when from one moment to the next Azazellooked like he regularly did.

And the next, his hair had grown longer, longerthan she thought it needed to be right below the waistline, somewhere inbetween movements his coat merged into a white, smaller and flimsy one thatreached well below the thighs and ended in delicate frills, his pants hadbecome thighs… or not? It had hard to tell because even now he seemed to preferform fitting clothing, his boots… looked the same except that even his feet hadbecome smaller so they looked more ...fashionable.

Now there’s a word she never thought she’s used todescribe Azazel

It was all complemented by the dark purpleovercoat, with silver buttons and line up, he even added some modest jewelry tothe ensemble.

His face it was more delicate, or it looked likethat given how it was framed by the long hair (she could swear his hear now hadbluish highlights to them), lips where fuller and mouth smaller, but it wasstill unmistakably him.

All in all if Azazel had been born a female hewould still had been a hundred times more beautiful than Nina herself.

“Couldn’t you have done anything about the horns?”Rita asked giving him a full once-over and just like she said, the two asymmetricalhorns where still protruding from his head, and the two curved goat-like oneswhere still on either side of his head, but covered slightly by hair it gavethem a less imposing look.

“Even if I could I see no reason to bother.” Hestated and while his voice was still imposing and arrogant it also had adifferent tone to it. “I can change some inconsequential stuff, but I’mstill a demon.”

“Of course you would say that,” Favaro said after atsk of his mouth. “I will be waiting for you in a week then, Nina; don’tbe fooled by the pretty new package, this is the same idiotic and bratty demonwe’ve always known, make sure he doesn’t get hurt or hurts someone else.”

Nina saw how Azazel balled his fists, but since hishands were also smaller he looked... dare she say cute while doing it?

So she took the board Mugaro was holding andscribbles something in it, and add a bunch of smiley faces and hearts to it, incase words aren’t enough.

When Nina stands up in front of Azazel holding thesign so no one else can see it, she almost feels like swooning at the deepblush coloring his cheeks in this form.

“I... really need to stop staring at him, or elseI’ll get ideas.” Favaro said behind him and everyone scooted a bit farther fromhim in response. “What? As if none of you us thinking about it!”

He had a point thought Nina and she looked at thewhat she wrote:

YOU LOOK SO GORGEOUS!!!

And then at Azazel mortified face now havingdispelled whatever glamour this was and walking to Favaro, looking ready tocommit murder.

Yep, he was definitely cute.

#Anonymous #shingeki no bahamut #azanina #azazel #genderbend #man I don't know what I did here #my fics #if you ask me what Azazel outfit looked like #it was like mix between his coat and Amira's #in Genesis

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rukia-writes · 2 years ago

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Sooooooooooo Rukia, question, do you think you could do a threesome sex story with (fem) Reader x Hercules x Lucifer???? Juuuuuuuust asking and hoping 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Hercules x (fem) reader x Lucifer

A/N: I, personally, think both Lucifer and Hercules are from two different time frames ( I could be wrong!) However! I’m just going to get over that and write the best fic I can. Because I wanted something for the sweet men ♥️ I threw away the original plot because the better plot was looking at me the whole time 🥹😭😭

Warnings: 18+ no minors 🔞, threesome, cum, oral sex, vaginal sex, outfit kink, tit fuck, facial.

“You can’t be our friend if you don’t match with us.”

Lucifer teased his newfound friend who was eating with everyone, Samael, Lucifer and Azazel in the garden of the Eden. It was an innocent tease and Lucifer didn’t mean his words as he already found his new friend theirs and it didn’t matter what she wore.

“He’s right! You have to get a suit and tie! The pants leg are totally in style and I can help.”

Samael kindly offered his advice to (Name) who was found the situation amusing, Lucifer didn’t think Samael would take up for him but none the less he was thankful and continued to join in by teasing. Azazel told (Name) she didn’t have to listen to those two as they didn’t have any fashion sense which made Samael respond to him with “I have the best fashion sense in Valhalla, I have you know.” The two argued with each other for a bit while Lucifer told (Name) he was only teasing and that she could wear whatever she wanted as they were already friends.

(Name) kindly nodded her head and told him that maybe she would match with the others. The next day, (Name) actually surprised the three angels by matching with their modern day suit look. The white long sleeved shirt, with the pencil skirt, stockings and high heels. Azazel and Samael were happy that their friend decided to match with them and hugged her tightly while doing cool poses with her. Lucifer on the other hand felt something he hadn’t before, and while he wasn’t familiar he didn’t want to be caught staring at his friend. So, the angel joined in on the fun with his friends.

That night as Lucifer tried to get some sleep but he couldn’t stop thinking about his friend and how amazing she looked in her outfit. The heels. The stockings. The way he loved how her shirt looked on her.

No. No. No.

These weren’t “cool” thoughts he told himself and about his friend no less. But no matter how much he struggled with his thoughts he always came back to his friend smiling sweetly at him with a few naughty thoughts running thru the angels mind. The next morning, Azazel and Samael noticed Lucifer had bags under his eyes from lack of sleeping. They asked their what happened to which Lucifer responded that he just couldn’t get any sleep.

(Name) wasn’t there to see as she was busy on mount Olympus working alongside Hermes. Hermes, liked her new outfit and did compliment that she looked sophisticated now. However, Hermes wasn’t the only one noticed many others gods noticed as well and when they saw her they would give her compliments while blushing. Even Ares did his best to compliment her while red in the face, Hermes didn’t think a wardrobe change could have such power. None the less, the one liked the outfit the most was a powerful god of fortitude, returning back from the world of the living he was surprised like everyone else at how amazing (Name) looked.

While it was true, the two had been friends since he was ascension to god hood he had to admit like Lucifer there was a feeling that made his old ones change. So much so, it was hard for the god to let (Name) work as he asked her so many questions and if she needed help carrying something he wouldn’t hesitate to pick it up just so he could get closer and chat with her longer. The longer he was with her the more the feelings stirred inside him and he too didn’t get much sleep last night.

“You look like hell, Hercules.”

“Thank you, Ares.”

Hercules also had bag under his eyes as he fought with his feelings throughout the night, the most just and righteous god in Valhalla wanted to know his friend more than just a friendship and so he decided to hang out with her for the day with the three angels that she talked about all the time. Oddly enough, the three angels and Hercules got along well as they were all fans of the gods’ work. As time went on, everyone became friends and got along well with each other.

Until the day arrived, that both Hercules and Lucifer caught on that they both liked the same girl. While some men would raise a competition, these two were complete opposite as they heard each other out and even vented to one another how much they liked their supposed friend. It wasn’t just the outfit, it was her kindness and smile. Both wanted to take care of her for the rest of their lives, now the only problem the two had was confessing. Lucifer having the best intuition in Valhalla, so he claimed, and believed (Name) would be okay with having a threesome.

The only way was to ask directly and so that’s what the two did. Hercules was the one to ask while Lucifer was the one who smoothed it over, cheerful and confident the two were.

“Okay, but we can’t do it now. How about after work.”

“Sweet, we’ll meet you in Hercules’ room.”

“Okay, what should I-“

Not being able to finish her sentence the two kissed on her cheek, Hercules on the right with Lucifer on the left making (Name) flustered. The two waved bye as they headed towards Hercules room as (Name) waved back at them, now wanting to get off work more than ever. Once she did, she was right in knowing she would have a passionate night between the two. Both had amazing bodies and weren’t shy at all, getting (Name) in bed wasn’t hard as the two were already naked and ready for a fun time.

Taking (Name)‘s clothes off was a thrill for both men. (Name) was on her hands and knees on the bed with her bra still on while having Lucifer’s thick cock between breasts while she moved them up and down and licked the slit of it making the angel moan while his head was leaned back as he truly loved the feel of her breasts and tongue. (Name) found it difficult to while Hercules had his two thick fingers inside her cunt as she enjoyed how thick they were and they gently played with her. Whenever, Hercules’ finger slide across a sensitive spot she moaned a loud making Lucifer’s cock twitch between her breasts shortly after telling Hercules to “play” with her more. This seemingly did the trick as he easily found her G-spot and began rubbing it gently making (Name) moan more and moved her breasts up and down a bit more making Lucifer quickly whisper “I’m about to cum if you don’t stop”

To which (Name) responded with “You can cum anytime you want.” Not stopping to lick the slit of his cock while moaning when Hercules started using three finger now making wet on his fingers and her knees getting weak. Smirking, Hercules knew he was doing a good job when he felt her get wet and seeing her knees shake. Lucifer couldn’t give a quick enough warning and gave (Name) a facial. (Name) told the angel he could cum but her face took her by surprise, Lucifer kindly apologized which made Hercules ask “Did you give her a facial?” To which Lucifer panted with a smile “I did.” Which made Hercules stop as he leaned up wanting to see and once he did he muttered how sexy it was as the two men high fived each other and switched places.

The only difference was while Lucifer was quite large in width and size Hercules was a bit bigger. (Name) didn’t play favorite and gave Hercules the same treatment she gave Lucifer as she moved her breasts up and down around Hercules cock making him whisper how great she her breasts felt and once he felt her tongue slide across the slit of his cock Hercules knew why Lucifer came so fast as he leaned his head back and enjoyed the fun. Lucifer was amazed at how wet (Name) was and began to also use his fingers as he loved the way she her cunt felt around his fingers, enjoying the way she moaned too made the angel hard again. So much so, Lucifer began to curl his fingers making the (Name) moan with Hercules cock in her mouth making Hercules thrust his hips upwards making her pay attention to him as he wanted that release more than anything.

(Name) thought to herself that she wouldn’t think her best friends would be so passionate about her, but it was welcomed as she always found the two quite hot. Thinking how sexy Lucifer looked when they went swimming his abs and arms were amazing, the tattoos also made her hot and bothered. Hercules, was always kind and honest but he was also very handsome and wouldn’t mind taking off his chest guard infront of her revealing his toned body.

These thoughts alone made (Name) moan aloud as Hercules continuously thrusted his hips upwards chasing that release while Lucifer began licking her cunt now wanting to taste her. Feeling her knees getting weak (Name) was very close to her end but Hercules had gave her a facial as well. It was a bit more than Lucifer and (Namd) didn’t seem to mind as she ran her fingers across her face licked off the cum. Hercules’ cock became erect again at the sight making (Name) chuckle as Lucifer wanted another turn. This time, Lucifer slid his thick cock inside (Name)’s wet cunt biting his bottom lip holding in his moan at how great she felt around his cock while Hercules had his cock inside (Name)’s mouth almost hitting the back of her throat making moan around his cock and before long the two men had rhythm.

Whenever Lucifer thrusted his hips sending (Name) forward Hercules returned the favor, (Name) had eyes rolled back as she felt a rush of pleasure course through her as Hercules fucked her mouth and Lucifer fucked her cunt. Both seemed to be praisers, as they complimented how amazing she felt and how good she was with her mouth and tongue. Hercules would quickly whisper “Oh god.” Whenever (Name) licked his cock especially on the slit the way it twitched in her mouth made her moan more making Hercules only fuck her mouth more, Lucifer was no slouch as he felt how tight (Name) was and the more he fucked her sweet cunt the more he wanted to go off rhythm but he thought of (Name) and instead gave her a slap to her ass making her tighten around Lucifer’s cock.

(Name) kindly nodded her head that she wanted more and Lucifer didn’t mind at all as he slapped her ass not too hard but she definitely felt his hand. Hercules’ room was filled with nothing but slaps, moans, and his headboard banging against the wall. The sex between the three was hot and sweet, once Lucifer had reached his climax and had released all of the cum he had inside her cunt as Hercules made (Name) turn towards him as he slid his own cock in from behind making (Name)’s back rub against his chest while he held up her legs giving Lucifer a full eye of view of Hercules’ cock inside (Name)’s cunt with Lucifer’s cum dropping down Hercules cock and once Hercules started his own pace Lucifer kissed (Name) on the lips making her feel amazing as she always wanted to kiss the angel and here she was. Hercules deep inside her hitting her g-spot over and over again while Lucifer gave her sweet kisses as both moaned in the kiss, massaging her breasts and gently squeezing them Hercules also kissed her neck and all of this made (Name) reach her orgasm with Hercules following close behind as Hercules also released his cum inside of her.

The next few days the three found it hard to leave Hercules’ room and when Hermes knocked on the door looking for (Name) he was always received the same answer “I haven’t seen (Name), maybe she’s with Lucifer.” While watching Lucifer fuck (Name) on his bed while sitting down on his chair jerking off to the beautiful sight. Sometimes, the two men were a bit naughty and would have their own little sex adventures while (Name) worked. Sometimes, Hermes wanted to ask why her hair was a mess or why her shirt could wasn’t tucked in.

Although Hermes knew sometimes it was better not to ask questions, especially since (Name) had a glow about her. Which means whatever was going on couldn’t be bad.

🍂Rukia-Writes🍂

#ror x reader #snv x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

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marquisoforder · 3 years ago

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Ranking the Nine Princes of Hell from TSC from the least to most sexy

(Technically 8 cause Lucifer is just a chair but eh)

8) Coming in at dead last we have Asmodeus cause I hate this generic white man energy he’s giving here. He’s the demon of Lust cause the only way he could get bitches was by tricking and manipulating them. He’s serving Frankenstein’s Monster had a baby with a CEO from a yaoi hentai realness here. The Worst of the Demons? More like the Worst Dressed of the demons! Black tie with a white suite? 🤮Sir are you out of your goddamn mind? Did Raphael bonk you on the head until your fashion sense left? -1/10 you are simply hideous sir

7) Coming in at number 7 we have Mammon looking like Jeff Bezos’s capitalistic wet dream. How are you literally all about money but still look tacky as hell? This man shows up to the MET Gala in a tux with no effort whatsoever I can just feel it in my bones. All these eyes but you still couldn’t locate a better fit. I was gonna ask why he looks constipated but then I read the part where he eats blood and gold for every meal so he’s obviously suffering from indigestion. (And it shows king, it really shows) 0/10 - Do fucking better and get a plastic surgery or a proper diet with all the money you are hoarding up

6) At number six we’ve got Belphegor. Honestly I’d have ranked him much higher if it wasn’t for the goat skull situation going on there like what’s up with that king? Is this a political statement? Or are you just taking covid precautions? Either way I can’t rank you higher than six with that face. (Even tho the body is definitely 1. Like you mean to tell me a demon with abs like those is the demon of laziness? He ain’t lazy if he’s grinding in the gym which he apparently is cause he’s legit shredded.) also kinda cute that you were married to a mortal. Maybe if they pegged you you wouldn’t have denounced the institution of marriage. (Try it next time. I’m certainly up if you are 👀 haha jk unless 😳) 5/10 - Sorry about your goat head

5) On the position of number five we have the one and only Leviathan! He’s not a fallen angel! He’s not like other girls! He’s edgy, he’s sensitive, he’s sad, nobody understands him. He kins Ebony Dementia Darkness Raven Way. But in a sexy way. I like what you’ve done with the hair. Paired with completely black eyes he’s essentially the perfect Scene Boy™️ from back in the day. He would have been Tumblr famous. Even now he has the capacity to become one of Tumblr’s sexy man (derogatory) cause he has the same vibe as Jotun Loki. 6/10 - No Comments cause I’m worried he might actually just eat me.

4) Belial is number four cause while he’s definitely good looking there’s something about him that screams I’d Mansplain Your Own Period To You. Probably invested in Bitcoin and trying to overheat the planet to death. Not gonna lie whatever he’s doing with his hands is actually giving model, it’s giving Timothy chalamet, it’s giving white boy who paints nails and wears rings and doesn’t shut up about it. The hair is actually really cool and I wish my hair looked that effortlessly good. Whatever hair products you stole from Brad Mondo, I want some rn 😤 6.5/10 - idk still kinda basic tho

3) Moving on to the top three we have Azazel! I liked him when we saw him in TMI. He’s giving fuck boy archie andrews here. Probably says baby girl unironically. Are his pants sagging or are they two toned? That’s a secret he’ll never tell. The reason he was cast down from hell is actually because god was jealous of that one lock of hair that falls perfectly across his forehead. His nails are done, his hair is perfect, his abs look rock hard. All in all has that all-American rugged good looks to him. 7/10- red hair actually looks good on you king keep it up

2) Our runner up is none other than Astaroth! Look at that serve! Look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn’t belong on the cover of a cheap erotica novel about fallen angels!!! The glance downwards, the wings bared, the contrast of the red cloth with the black wings!! He did not come to play because for Astaroth, the world is a runaway and he’s a model. The luscious hair and the sexy torso scars truly sets this man apart. I’m not big on selling my soul but for you king, I’d fr put that shit on eBay for 50 cents. You think you were misjudged and pleads your case? Lemme be your defense attorney king, I’ll fight God in a Denny’s parking lot for you no questions asked. 9/10 - Unlike Belphegor I still believe in the institution of marriage so ahahaha 👀😌 iykwim

1) And finally our top boy from Hell is… none other than Samael himself! That cute lil feather on the hat paired with that Jack sparrow red scarf really shows he knows how to work a fit. The rolled up sleeves got me 👀 at his forearms like I’m a Victorian man seeing a bit of ankle. This demon legit looks like a man young Taylor Swift would write a song about. He’s young, he’s hip, he probably has a fashion tiktok and does mad transitions from outfit to outfit. 10/10 wouldn’t do this man’s sexiness justice cause he’s simply too sexy for such a trivial scale.

#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #princes of hell #cassandra clare #shadowhunters #asmodeus #astaroth #samael #bilael #mammon #belphegor #leviathan #azazel #the mortal instruments #the infernal devices #magnus bane #jace herondale #tessa Carstairs #malec

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byronictrash · 3 years ago

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so I was thinking about the whole hbo supernatural thing and all I could think was how it would fit in my major spn interpretation which is TRANSFEM SAM WINCHESTER!!!!

• changed her name to samantha for pure praticity

• is a lesbian, so all the romantic part is pretty similar to the canon, monsterfucking and all

• in which dean got a little confused about the distinction of gender ≠ sexuality at first like “wait but why did you become a girl if you like girls?” (he doesn’t know a lot of queer people, give him some time)

• AND SPEAKING OF DEAN! the biggest ally of all times. at first he doesn’t understand lots of stuff that seems obvious to sam (“why are you putting on a suit?” “dean we’re going to a small town, the case will be way harder if everyone is staring at me”), asks indiscrety questions (“can i ask you something?” “it depends” “you wanna chop your dick off?” “NO YOU CANT ASK IT”) but over time he starts to get it more naturally

• despite his numerous hook-ups, dean has never spent so much time in his life in a company of a woman so even the smallest things are extraterrestrial to him (“hey whats that bowl in the microwave?” “depilatory wax” “OH CMON SAMMY I WAS GOING TO HEAT UP MY DINNER THERE”)

• of course, there would be a scene where they met some hunter friend of john who says shit about sam, misgender her etc and dean goes FERAL, fist fighting with the guy and stuff. later sam yells at dean, saying she doesn't need dean to protect her and the argument would escalate to all the times that dean treated her in a condescending way, dean yelling back that dad said it was his job to take care of her and sam yelling even louder that dad would probably dead by now (in this moment all the lamps in their room (and in the street) simply explode, but they ignore. it was probably some short circuit…. right?)

• ok lets talk about john. still the same asshole, still gave a gun to kid who was afraid of the boogeyman, still tried to summon azazel when his son was in comma in 02X01 BUT now he also has a whole series of microaggressions with sam. she’s not stupid, she know the dad she has so doesn’t come out until she’s in stanford, SO john finds out sam is trans in 01X16 when john see sam after two years wearing a skirt and holding a .45 gun. he looks at her up and down and doesn’t say anything however, suddenly stops calling sam sam and starts calling her strictly samuel.

• it got worse after s1 season finale with the whole azazel possessed john > sam had the opportunity of killing azazel/her dad > couldn’t do it > azazel escaped > the winchesters get hit by a truck. when sam questions her father about being worried about the colt while his own son is dying, john explodes with her “you know samuel this is all your fault, once again you couldn’t just man up and pull the fucking trigger, kill the thing, you had to be same old sissy and chicken off, if your brother dies its his blood in your hands”

• aaaaaanyway, lets go back to our girl :D

• her style is kinda a mess. makeup done in a hurry, most of her clothes are mid skirts, hoodies and long dresses but now and then she spends a week wearing baggy jeans and band t-shirts, like dean’s, and no makeup at all. when he asks her “where is the whole angry teen outfit?” sam would simply respond its “because of the praticity, it’s tough to fight with a vampire in a dress lol” dean knows its because sometimes sam’s internalized transphobia ft repression gets loud

• her music taste is mostly grunge, punk and some alt bands she discover in stanford but dean call all of it emo “oh fuck off sammy, i let you drive once and you already put this emo shit” “dean this is literally nirvana, you cant call everything made after the 80’s emo”

• when she came out to bobby his reaction was literally “so now you’re a girl?” “uh… yeah” “gonna change your name or something?” “now is samantha but sam is still fine” “okay, now look this sigil... (and went back to the lore they were searching)”

• sam’s catholicism being more portrained on screen and how the dilemma of being a Christian and queer filled sam with religious guilty

• her paranormal powers also showed up sooner and since the beginning she knew something was wrong. her throat felt sore every time she recited the rituale romanus and holy water made her skin itchy. the older she got, the harder those “symptoms” became and with her denial, desire to be normal combined with religious guilt, it was easier to just convince herself that all this was just god punishing her for living in sin.

• surprisingly, all the demons and angels (and most of the monsters) even being assholes treats sam with the right pronouns

• which make sam and cas fist encounter even more interesting because cas literally turns to dean and go “is this your sister, samantha winchester?” “yeah” “ABOMINATION”’

• samruby second (cause the real first was ruby killing the seven deadly sins and stuff) encounter on the other side was a little more like "why are you following me?” “because youre tall and tall women are sexy as fuck” (then sam’s brain was short circuited for a sec because her height make usually makes her dysphoric)

• between s3-s4, dean still in hell, there would be a scene of one of the first times that sam drank blood to exorcise a demon with her mind. so here they are, demon tied in a chair and trapped in a trap, sam with blood all over her chin and ruby looking at her all heart eyes. Sam tries to do the exorcism but it doesnt work so ruby says sam needs more blood. Sam responds that shes nauseous and if takes any more shes gonna puke (cause you know voluntary vampirism came too natural in canon and that disturbs me) so the demon, who's wearing a cheerleader as a vessel, laughs and says "you know sammy, for real women blood tends to be a natural thing". ruby kills her on the spot.

• speaking of the catholicism (and the blood drinking) again, sam prays every single time before/after drinking demon blood, ruby mocks her for it but she doesnt care. its a weird feeling because even thinking that what shes doing is right, that she needs to get strong to kill lilith, it still feels bad, unholy in some sense.

• of course lucifer tempted her in s5 not only appearing as jess but also saying things like "why samantha, after all, are you willing to sacrifice yourself for a society that treats you like scum, that looks at you like a freak?"

• no need to say that in 05x04 "The End" episode when dean faces lucifer using sam as his vessel, she's wearing an outfit way cooler than that abbey-road-john-lennon-white-suit (to know what i mean search amanda seyfried 2018 met gala look THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!)

• even after being clean of blood drinking, sam still has some of her paranormal powers. she can't do exorcises with her mind anymore but she can move small objects with telekinesis (she doesn't do it in front of dean cause she knows it would scares the fuck out of him)

i also had a list of some episodes rewritten in this au but this list is already long, guess i'll post later

#daaaaaaamn i have so many feelings about this #hbo supernatural #trans sam winchester #supernatural #samruby #transfem sam #lesbian sam winchester #kripke era #yeah im projecting #headcanon #mine

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katoska · 2 years ago

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Ok. So I guess The Winchesters is supposed to be the original, organic, Good Timeline ("the True story of how John and Mary fell in love") while all of SPN happens in a split-off, artificial, way grittier Bad Timeline that lead to what Dean sees in 4x03 In The Beginning and which was very likely created by Chuck through time-travel and/or mind-wipes and a Cupid (can they time-travel and mind-wipe? If not, Seraph partnered with Cupid. Actually, just to do that anyway for the lulz) because the first timeline had an upper limit on how much John could possibly mess up his sons if he never had to wonder what creature had killed his wife or work hard to find any info on monsters.

TW!John made hunter buddies and apparently knew about his dad and the Men of Letters. TW!Mary would have told John about the demon deal with Azazel because why wouldn't she? They could have researched the enemy together and gained a fighting chance before those ten years were up . At least one of them could have marked their calendar to not fucking forget the date, too. And even if Mary still died - or John did - neither one would go paranoid over it because hunters being killed by demons is just what happens. That blood ritual and fire otoh? That's weird shit, but at least if you are a hunter/MOL you know where to start your research. You know people who can help you and how to check they aren't demons or shifters or ghouls.

TW!John and Mary got to meet in a totally different genre of show than the one SPN is generally set in. I mean, look at it! It's a peppy teenage RomCom with some mystery and horror elements so the (in-universe) audience can pretend they are in it for those rather than the relationships dynamics... which look rather wholesome, at least going by the trailer. Everyone seems supportive and honest with one another. Even the violence looks cartoonish what with the yeeted demon and the holy water pistol. Nothing gritty or bloody. The special effects look outdated and cheap, but in a deliberate Ghostfacers Effect kinda way because the story takes place in 1972. The orange-ness of everything always feels like an in-joke about the lighting analysts in fandom.

Anyway, I expect the tragedy of this timeline to be that John and Mary didn't get to be the versions of themselves that they first fell in non-Cupid-induced love with, and instead were forced to become the versions of themselves that would later produce Sam and Dean('s childhood trauma).

And if I wanted to go for a real gut-punch, I'd make Castiel that angel who had orders to mess with John and Mary's timeline. Orders that he'd only understand the impact of... well, in several stages throughout the show, though most accutely in S4 (especially E03).

It would explain why Cas became so protective of Dean and fought for him even though he... should have felt zero obligation to do that, and definitely not so early on, if there was no specific reason for it (no, "gay" is not a valid reason for a heel-face-turn of this size). Cause usually that only happens with people he had harmed or thought he had failed in some way (Jimmy, Claire, Sam, Dean, Meg, post-fall angels, post-Leviathan humanity, Kelly, Jack.... Not Crowley though lol). It would also explain why he never seems angry about the brothers' childhood anecdotes, only sad. I'd be diplomatic and stick with "your father was a complicated man", too, if I felt partly responsible for 'complicating' him and inadvertently made my friends' - and especially Dean's - lives way worse.

Though don't ask me who the hell is supposed to play Cas' vessel. How about Misha playing Cas walking around in Jimmy Novak's dad and wearing the worst possible 70s outfit?

#spn #the winchesters #spn prequel #I don't think it's gonna be anywhere as bad or generic as people expect #I have faith #(oh fuck oh shit get it OFF me! I thought I'd lost the last of my faith in this franchise a long time ago. Where did this even COME FROM?)#Cas-baiting #that's where #Jensen don't break my heart #give me 70s fashion disaster Cas

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years ago

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Golden Cage - Chapter.01

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She’s a spoiled little princess — at least that’s what people say. Her father is the King of all Kings, the man who everyone fears. Then, along comes Dean Winchester, the one guy who manages to see into her soul, but — — is Dean really who he says he is?

Chapter Warnings: Threats, angst, fluff too

WC: 6372

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Y/N takes her time to get ready. The party has already started and she hears cars pulling up to the curb outside, hears the doorbell ringing, and doors open to new guests. They’re families of the people who work for her father. Which also means that they are her family, too.

They’re a whole fucking family when she thinks of it. Once they are accepted into the organization, they are treated like they belong.

A whole fucking weird bunch of the Brady’s, she thinks.

Rummaging through her closet, she fishes out some black skinny jeans. She holds them out, sees the ridiculously large amount of holes in it. She can’t believe that she used to wear them in her late teens. Well, she’s going to figure out if they still fit.

She smiles when she sees that they do. Y/N pulls a big hooded jumper in pastel pink over her bra next, and puts her hair up into a ponytail, before slipping into her sneakers.

In the bathroom, she applies minimal makeup but paints her lips cherry red.

That’ll do, she thinks. Her dad will be furious, but eh, she doesn’t care.

The part of the house she’s in is awfully quiet when she makes her way down from her bedroom. The party is in the back of the house and in their gigantic yard.

As she walks along the hall, the sound of laughter and chatting gets louder and she takes a deep breath, calming herself down. It’s not her first time attending a family party like this one, but she doesn’t really like people, so.

Y/N walks out, nodding at familiar faces, but ignores their look of irritation at her outfit, even smirking to herself because she’s accomplished her mission.

When she arrives outside a waiter walks by and she quickly stops him, leaves her hand on his chest and grabs at a full champagne flute. She downs the liquid in one go before she takes another one and downs that too.

“Great, thanks.” She says and begins to make her way to the front, where she knows her dad is, but before she could reach them, she gets pulled back by her arm.

She turns to the source and lets out a squeal when she sees her friend Bela. She knew that Bela would be here. It’s Bela’s dad’s goodbye party and god, is she glad that there’s at least one familiar face around here who she can whine to about how hideous these parties always are.

“Good job, babe,” Bela says and elbows her in the ribs.

“God, Bela, I’m so sick of it.” She sighs.

The other woman chuckles, “Yeah, I can see by the way you’re dressed. You just love to piss him off, don’t you?” Bela knows how rebellious she can be.

She groans, “Don’t even get me started on telling you what happened this afternoon!”

Her friend opens her mouth, but before Bela could ask more, they are interrupted.

“Hey, ladies,”

“Oh no,” Both of the women roll their eyes as Nick approaches.

Bela whispers to her, “Go on, I’ll hold him back.” Y/N nods at Bela with a knowing look, before she turns on her heels to walk to find her dad.

As she’s walking away, she hears Bela sneer at Nick and hears Nick muttering something that sounded like bitch under his breath. She doesn’t know if it’s directed at her or Bela, but honestly, she doesn’t really care.

Walking closer, she sees her dad standing with Bobby and a couple of the capos, as well as Zachariah, the underboss. Dean’s there too. Her heart picks up pace as she notices him.

“Hey, Uncle Bobby,” She greets the big bear of a man and Bobby’s eyes widen when he sees her outfit.

She looks around and sees her dad rubbing his hand at his temple while Dean presses his lips into a thin line and lowers his face to hide his smirk.

Bobby wraps her up into a hug, and she lets him. She always liked Bobby’s hugs.

When Bobby releases her, she turns to her father, “I hope I look nice enough for you, Dad?”

Her father’s gaze is firm. He doesn’t even bat an eye as he purses his lips into a thin line, but unlike Dean, he’s not smirking behind it.

“K,” She says and looks into the round, “I’ll go and mingle with the others, then.”

“No,” Her dad says, “Might as well go on with the announcement now that you’re here.” He clinked at the glass he’s holding with the ring on his ring finger. It’s loud enough for the closest people to hear and everyone is whispering hushes as they look at him.

Great, now all eyes are on her too. Not that she can go undetected by the way she’s dressed, but she just absolutely hates attention.

He clears his throat before he begins to speak, “Beloved family. As you all know, our family is gathered together here to say goodbye to one goddamn fine man,” He places his hand on Bobby’s shoulder and Bobby looks down, seemingly embarrassed — or touched, she can’t really read his face.

Her father goes on, “Bobby here has been the family’s consigliere for thirty years!”

There’s cheering and she too, claps her hands.

“However, Bobby thinks it’s time to take a step back and we had talked about a successor at lengths, right Bobby?”

“Yes,” Bobby agrees with a nod.

Her father nods back, “It’s top-secret because Bobby and I are the only ones who know it.”

Y/N sees Dean eyeing her, but ignores it because Nick just pushed himself to the front and oh god, she hopes it’s not him.

“Bobby?” Her dad turns to his friend, squeezes at his shoulder, “Do you want to announce it yourself?”

Bobby nods and clears his throat, “Yeah, uh, as you all know, I’m getting way too old for this shit!”

Everyone’s laughing except for her.

“This family is very important to me and as you know, I would never leave if I didn’t have someone in the pipeline that would live up to the family’s expectations. Someone that could adequately fill my shoes.”

Nick’s face is beaming. A smile of a winner, she guesses and she almost has to gag out loud, but is able to hold herself back.

“So, I’ve been searching around and I finally found someone whom I think will bring greatness into the family. I’ve trained him and transferred my knowledge over to him. Ladies and gentlemen,”

Nick is wiggling on his toes, as he straightens his suit jacket while she gnaws on her bottom lip. God, why does Bobby have to stretch it out? Her heart’s in her fucking pants!

“As a symbol, I’d like to give my colt to its next rightful owner,” Bobby takes his colt out of his holster and walks a couple of steps with it until he’s standing right by Dean, he holds out his colt with one hand while his other hand rests on Dean’s shoulder, “Dean Winchester. Make me proud, son!”

Oh thank fucking god, she exhales audibly. She didn’t notice that she had been holding her breath the whole time.

Y/N looks over to Nick and sees his jaw dropping, sees him pushing himself through the people to get away.

“Thank you,” Dean smiles and takes the colt, quickly letting it disappear into his suit jacket.

So, his name is Dean Winchester and he’s going to be her father’s new consigliere. She snorts and shakes her head. Her life has just gotten a little more complicated but that’s just typical, isn’t it? She can’t catch a damn break!

The people are still clapping and cheering and her father is shaking Dean’s hand while he signals for the waiter to bring them more drinks. She guesses that she’s off the hook for now. She doubts that her father wants to introduce her to the family in her attire anyway, so she makes her way to the bar.

Y/N orders herself a shot of tequila and one for Bela as her friend shows up to join her. They down the drinks and both of them squint at the burn.

“So, that guy looks good, huh?” Bela says, and fucking winks.

“What guy?” She tries to rile up her friend. Of course she knows who Bela’s talking about. She’s not fucking blind.

“Duh! You’ll be living under the same roof with him. Maybe you can get to know him better?”

Oh, shit! She hasn’t thought about that.

“Oh, please, Bela. Dad will be on my fucking case or better on his if he tries something with me. You remember what he did to Adam, right?.”

“Yeah,” Bela sighs, “You might be right. Doesn’t mean that it can’t happen, huh? If you like him enough, Azazel might even be happy about it since Dean’s his consigliere?”

She squints her eyes at her friend, “You know that we’re talking about my dad, right? For all I know he will probably try to arrange a marriage for me when he thinks it’s time to produce kins for the family.”

Bela’s phone rings, interrupting their talk, and her friend looks at the screen, “Shit, he’s here.”

Y/N lifts her eyebrows, “Who’s here?”

“My date. He’s taking me out.”

Right, Bela talked about dating a guy who’s a son to an associate. She stays mum about the name though, saying that she'll reveal as soon as she’s sure it leads somewhere. And honestly, Y/N is jealous that Bela’s allowed to date whomever she wants.

“Oh, have fun!” She says and Bela pulls her into a hug, “Have you seen Nick by the way?”

Bela snorts, “Not after he stormed out after he got butthurt by not being the new consigliere.”

Good, she thinks, he can stay fucking gone.

She orders another shot when Bela leaves and thinks about sticking with wine after. If tonight’s going to be boring, she might as well make it more enjoyable for her, right?

After another two glasses of wine that she downed while she watches people mingling, she takes a step away from the bar to go inside because she needs to use the bathroom. On the steps that lead up to the house, she’s concentrating so much on taking one step at a time so as not to land face down in the tipsy state that she’s in, she bumps into Nick.

“Where are you going?” Nick asks and follows after her.

Goddammit, she’s not that quick with alcohol in her system.

“Bathroom.” She says and Nick’s faster, so he steps in front, blocking her fucking way.

Y/N annoyingly rolls her eyes and lets out a groan before she pushes past him to break into a run.

“Come on, Y/N,” He calls after her and hurries to catch up, the clicking of his dress shoes echoing in the hallway.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Nick!” She growls, and runs a little faster.

“I just want to talk,”

She turns around so quickly it makes her head spin and Nick stops abruptly, taking a step back as he does, “About what?”

“Don’t you think something’s fishy that your dad didn’t want me as his consigliere?”

Oh god, why should she fucking care?

“Seriously Nick, I need to fucking pee. Maybe you should go ask my dad!”

He looks at her like he’s fucking offended when she should be the one?

She’s back on her heels and arrives at one of the guest bathrooms when Nick grabs her by her shoulder and makes her turn around. He bends down to her level, his eyes dark and furious.

“You think that the newcomer will be able to do the job, huh? I’ve been here for fucking years, Y/N! I fucking earned it! I know every little detail of this family.” Nick spits in her face, “I’m the better choice and I’ll get there, mark my fucking words.”

“I’m not fucking scared of your words Nick. If you got beef, go fucking talk to my dad.” She says, in her calmest voice possible. Maybe because she knows that Nick has a gun, and well — she doesn’t.

“No,” Nick chuckles, “I’m telling you, because he trusts you and if you talk to him, tell him what a better choice I would have be—”

“—Hey,” A loud rumbling deep voice rings through the hallway as Dean walks closer to where they are standing.

There were some more people inside, but they know to look away when there’s trouble unless it concerns them directly. And she’s wondering how long Dean’s been standing there. How much he saw, because it's marble flooring and steps usually echos off on them. Especially when they are wearing dress shoes. But she didn’t hear Dean and she’s usually always aware of her surroundings.

Dean’s interruption does nothing to scare off Nick, though, who still has a tight grip around her arm.

“You guys okay?” Dean says as he takes the last couple of steps towards them and she shakes off Nick’s grip with all her strengths.

“Just let me fucking pee!” She hisses, before she gets into the bathroom and locks herself inside, leaving the men behind.

Dean saw them while they were on the steps and he watched them going inside. Azazel was still rambling on about something that Dean apparently should keep an eye on, but it’s really just fucking annoying. Dean’s good at what he’s doing, not to toot his own horn or anything. The man just doesn’t know how good Dean really is and he has got to show him. He’s done his fucking homework because Bobby has been a fucking great mentor, and he really doesn’t need to listen to a man talking about doing the dirty work, when he has never done any of it himself in his fucking life.

“Excuse me,” Dean says, and leaves Azazel behind, not looking back as he goes.

He’s risking a lot by doing this, he knows, but he just can’t help it. Nick has rub him the fucking wrong way since Dean met him.

Staying a good distance away, he watches as Y/N storms inside, with Nick trailing behind.

She’s a feisty thing, he has got to give her that. Won’t be intimidated by big scary men, but maybe that’s because she was brought up around them. And he likes that. Likes women who can fight and fend for themselves. It also makes his job easier if he doesn’t always have to look out for her, but also, it just makes his job a lot harder too, because he can’t deny that he thinks she’s fucking cute the way she rebels against her dad by showing up in jeans with too many holes in them, and a big hooded sweater that makes her look like she’s something delicate that wants to hide in a big cocoon. Of course he didn’t miss the red of her lips. It makes him think of things he knows full well he shouldn’t be thinking.

Dean waited until the last minute to jump in, using his loud voice to interrupt them and it was a good distraction because Y/N could tear her arm from Nick’s grip and get into the bathroom, slamming the door shut in their faces.

“What do you fucking want?” Nick sneers at him and Dean thinks it’s cute how the man is fuming just because he’s not Azazel’s favorite.

He chuckles, “I want you to get your dirty hands off her,”

“Yeah?” Nick hisses, “Who told you that she doesn’t want it, huh? She and I know each other man, we’re just playing around.”

“It didn’t look like that to me.” Dean shrugs.

Nick laughs, throwing his head back and all, and Dean really wonders how Azazel can keep that dude around for so long. He’s obviously not right in the head.

“Dude, she likes it fucking rough alright? We tease each other all the time.”

“NO WE DON’T!” Y/N screams from the other side of the bathroom door, and Dean lowers his face, chuckles to himself silently before he pulls himself together again to glare at Nick.

He raises one of his eyebrows, “You done here?”

“Fuck you,” Nick scoffs and Dean watches him reaching out a hand as if he wants to punch him. Dean’s quicker though, grabs it and pushes Nick against the wall, pins the man there with Dean’s forearm on the man’s shoulder blades, while he twists one of Nick’s arms behind his back.

“Yeah?” Dean whispers close to Nick’s ear.

The man is sputtering curses under his breath, “You think you’re tough, huh? One day, you’ll slip, Dean. One day you’ll fucking make a mistake and you know what? It’s me who will be in your shoes, it’s me who’s going to punish you for your fucking mistakes. Mark my words.”

Dean lowers his head to Nick’s ear and chuckles darkly, “I’d like to see you try, Nick, I really would. But you know what? I’ll crush your bones first. And if you don’t fucking get your dirty hands off of Y/N, I’ll cut them loose and let you fucking bleed out. How’s that sound? Huh? Will you leave her alone, huh?”

“Fuck you!”

Dean twists a little harder, making the man cry out, “Will you fucking behave, Nick?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay! Fuck! Let go of me!”

“Good,” Dean chuckles darkly, pulling Nick away from the wall. He makes an attempt to straighten Nick’s suit, pats his shoulders and cheeks, “Now, we do try to behave like civilized people don’t we? We’re one family Nick, no fucking room for petty fights, okay?” Dean’s palm slaps lightly at Nick’s cheek twice more.

“Yeah,” Nick agrees, but Dean knows it’s just for show.

He nods, “Good, now go get lost.”

To Dean’s surprise, Nick doesn’t put up a fight. Instead, he flips Dean both his fingers before turning around and walking away.

He exhales and leans himself back against the wall, closes his eyes, and mutters a fuck. Maybe he was a little too rough on Nick. It’s his fucking first day as the official consigliere and he’s already spewing death threats. This is just going great, doesn’t it? It’s a whole fucking new environment for him. He knows that everyone has a gun around here, but nobody really uses it because it’s an unspoken rule. That’s why he’s not really concerned about threatening Nick. If something would have happened to the family consigliere, Nick would be shot dead before he could even blink. So at least Dean got the family supporting him because he’s higher in ranks than fucking Nick. That, and he got Bobby’s blessing.

When Dean’s about to push himself away from the wall, he hears the lock of the bathroom clicking open.

He watches the door open up a tiny bit. The light of the bathroom spills out into the dimly lit hallway. However, Y/N still stays inside.

He suppresses a grin with his head leaned against the wall as he waits patiently.

“Is he gone?” She whispers from inside. He pushes himself away from the wall, seeing if he can spot a peek of her face looking out.

Dean chuckles when he doesn't see her, “Yeah, he’s gone. You’re safe to come out.”

He stands there and watches as she finally pokes her head out from between the door and its frame, and feels a little offended that she seems like she isn’t quite trusting him. But that’s good too, he thinks, good that she doesn’t trust anyone. It’s an instinct he knows is good for survival in the family she grew up in, an instinct he hopes she’ll never lose.

“‘K,” She says meekly, and is still hesitating at first before she slowly emerges. Y/N looks around again, for good measure, “He’s gone?”

“I heard him stomping out and shut the front door so hard the whole house shook, so yeah, I guess he’s gone.”

“Good,” She breathes out and Dean can hear a sniff. She’s probably been crying in there and it kind of makes him angrier at Nick.

Dean reaches out, places his hand on her shoulder and he feels her tensing beneath his touch, “Don’t worry, I’m here.” He doesn’t elaborate on what his words mean.

He’s here.

That’s because he is? He’s here to help, to protect. He’s here when she needs to chase boys away like that stupid Nick. He’s here, planted in the family and he’s not going anywhere soon, hopefully.

“‘K,” Y/N nods, because she understands. He knows that she does, can feel it in the ease of her body. She exhales again before she starts to walk to the back where the party’s still in full swing, “I need a drink.”

He smirks with a shake of his head as he follows her out.

She aims straight for the bar, pushing herself through the crowd and everyone’s making room for her. Of course they do, because she’s the fucking princess around here. Dean follows and they part for him too. He guesses that he has some privilege now, or maybe it’s just the breadth of his shoulders.

Dean joins her and orders himself a whiskey as he watches her sip on her wine. She tells the tender to leave the bottle here. He guesses that she has great plans for tonight and he’s not really a fan of that plan, but what can he do. He remembers seeing her downing shots before and she had champagne earlier, too. Her head’s gonna hurt like a son of a bitch, he just knows.

“What?” She asks as she notices him staring.

“Nothing,” He grins, “You just seem to be okay after the incident.”

“It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before,” She snorts, “Nick’s harmless. He’s all bark and no bite.”

Dean lifts his eyebrow as he takes a sip from his tumbler, “Is that so?” He asks, a little more than irritated actually. Especially at her statement that it happened before because these things should definitely not happen. And it won’t anymore. Not on his fucking watch.

“Yeah,” Y/N shrugs as if it’s no fucking big deal when he knows it fucking is.

“So, you’re telling me that underneath your sweater you don’t have bruises from the way his hand dug into your arm?” He challenges her, but it’s really just a way for him to make her notice that Nick’s not as harmless as she thinks he is. And Dean hates that he knows the son of a bitch fucking hurt her.

She lowers her face, doesn’t say anything to it because it’s true, and Dean doesn’t actually need a verbal confirmation to know that she was hurt. Her face says enough. He can’t imagine how hard her life must have been to grow up with being exposed to angry and scary men from the age of three.

“Why are you here?” She lifts her face to ask and Dean frowns at the question. His heart thumps. For a second, he thought she knew but then she looked away again, which shows that she was only curious.

“Because I needed a job?”

Y/N chuckles, “No, why are you standing here with me when my father is over there.” She lifts her finger to point at her father and his entourage.

Oh. Well, he doesn’t really have an explanation for that.

“Did he send you, huh? Did he tell you to talk some sense into me? To stop acting like a spoiled brat and join his fucking business?” Her voice is cracking. She sounds fragile and it’s fucking not fair because it wakes his protective instincts inside of him. He can literally feel it pricking underneath his skin.

“You don’t seem spoiled to me,” He says, smiling a little.

He says it because it’s true. She really doesn’t. Someone who’s spoiled wouldn’t look past the things Nick did to her, wouldn’t have a rebellious nature because someone who’s spoiled would get everything they desire and would be content with it. He knows that she would get everything she wants and honestly, he’s surprised that she doesn’t want it.

She snorts, “You’d be the first to think that.” Taking another sip of her drink, she speaks again, “So, did he tell you to come over or not?”

“Nope,” Dean answers truthfully, “I’m still allowed to keep my own mind around here, y’know?” He smirks, “I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh,” She breathes out, “That’s new.”

“What’s new?”

“Nobody ever checks if I’m okay.”

There are little pinpricks he feels in his heart. It must have been absolutely horrible to grow up in a men’s world. He wonders what Azazel thinks about having an only daughter. What he thinks about having a daughter instead of a son who could take over. She sure as hell won’t be able to, he knows that, the men wouldn’t accept her. However, he doubts that she wants to.

“I’m not like the others,” He shrugs and pushes himself from the bar, “Right, now that I see that you’re okay, I gotta go talk to the big boys.” Before he goes, he lowers himself, bends down to be on her level. Dean leans closer, his mouth inches from her ear, “You are okay, right?” He whispers before he breathes in, smells a hint of perfume, smells her shampoo.

“I am.” She whispers back and Dean stands up straight, smiles a reassuring smile and nods before he walks off to join Azazel and Bobby.

Y/N stays at the bar and downs the remaining wine in her glass, pours herself another right after, and she can see Dean already halfway turning around to probably tell her to go slow on the alcohol but she sends him a glare. Dean sighs before he walks on. Talk about being spoiled.

When she lifts her arm to take the glass, she feels a pain in her arm, and Dean’s right about that too. She’s hurt. Nick hurt her, but she let him and what does that say about her, really?

With her full glass in her hand, she tries to blend into the crowd, and talks to a couple of people she knows because she has to keep up the facade. There are a couple of soldiers who are working under Crowley. They know not to talk to her but she thinks that maybe, with a little alcohol, they all can get over the fact that she’s forbidden fruit around here.

They are hesitant at first when she steps into their round, but to her surprise, they really talk and they joke around while one of them gets her another glass and then another. She’s way over tipsy now because she’s standing on that outer edge of being drunk and if she’s not careful, she’ll slip over and fall into the realms of being pissed.

Tomorrow morning will be a bitch, she knows that, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

She’s in the middle of the soldiers, all of them taller than she is, while they chat and generally have a good time away from the big boys and adult conversation. She feels light-headed and giggles when Ed tells a dad joke. And then she feels it, feels an arm sneaking around her waist, feels someone’s broad chest behind her and she leans in. It must be either Max or Aiden because those were the ones standing closest to her.

Y/N leans her head on his chest, his hand spans around her stomach, holding her steady and presses her closer to him, balancing them both. And she’s thankful for that because her legs will give out anytime soon. There’s breathing next to her ear, and then she smells it, smells the cologne that triggers her memory.

Oh, no.

Suddenly, her surroundings come crashing in. She hears laughter and chatter but not from the group of the boys. No, they are all quiet and they all look away.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink, princess?”

Her eyes widened when she realizes that she’s right about who it is.

Fuck.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” Dean’s arm is tight around her middle as he turns with her, “Boys, I’ll have a word with you later.” He tells the others and she looks back to see them all disperse.

Fucking cowards.

He walks along with her to the steps that lead into the house.

“My dad! You can’t tell h—” She says and she tries to look back at the crowd but her eyes are hazy.

“—Don’t worry, he knows. He sent me to take care of you.”

“He sent you?”

“Said it’s one of my duties now.”

“Me?”

“Your temper, apparently. Said I should get that in check. You like to snarl at him — at everyone actually.”

She snorts out a laugh, “Good luck,”

Once inside, Dean lifts her up over his shoulder, his hands are firm on the back of her thighs as she hears a dark chuckle, “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need luck. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to purr.”

Dean carries her up to her bedroom, his hand steady on her thigh. It’s true what he told her. Her dad really sent him. But maybe because Dean wasn’t really discrete in watching her drinking one glass after the other. She doesn’t look like she can take a lot of alcohol and the stupid boys just brought her more. It seems like Azazel doesn’t even care that she could be vulnerable to the boys in his organization. It fucking irks Dean.

The boys and she tried to be sneaky, hiding behind the big tree, but he saw it, he always knows, and that’s a trait really. He wouldn’t have this job if he would pay half of the attention he’s paying to notice things.

When he reaches the door to her bedroom, it feels like she’s sleeping on his shoulders. She feels a little heavier too from the slumber of her body. Dean chuckles as he pushes the door open. As he said, she’d be purring, and he’s not exactly wrong. She’s too drunk and too tired to put up a fight. And that makes him angry too. She of all people should be aware not to fucking let her guard down around fucking vultures of men. They’re not at all nice, and he knows that because he deals with them day in day out.

Dean crouches down and sits her on the bed, her eyes are heavy, lids fluttering open and close. He places a hand on her cheek, knuckles travel over her soft skin, “You okay?”

“Mmmhh.”

He chuckles. Apparently she’s not really okay, but she'll be. He guesses that she will swear not to drink a drop once she wakes up in the morning.

“Wait here, okay, I’ll go get water and Tylenol.”

He doesn’t wait for her answer, pushes himself up on his feet and walks to the bathroom. He knows that there’s a drug cabinet in every bedroom, finds water in her mini-fridge (that’s right, all the rooms come with that too), and walks back to her.

Crouching down, he unscrews the bottle and when he’s about to hold that out for her, her hand’s on his.

“Dean— I—,”

She didn’t have to say more because he knows. He just fucking knows from the way the color drains from her face. He scoops her up and runs to her bathroom, places her on her knees and pushes up the toilet lid fast enough in time for her to throw up into.

If someone would have told him five years ago that he’d be working for one of the biggest mob family in the States, he’d say, yeah, most probably because he fucking worked hard to get here. If they would have told him that his job would involve him keeping the hair out of the mob boss’s daughter’s face while she empties her stomach into the toilet bowl, Dean would have laughed into their faces.

Dean’s here now, isn’t he? So he’s going to do the best he can. He rubs her back with one hand while holding her hair back with the other, whispering soothing words to her ear because she’s crying now, too. Everything’s just fucking peachy, really.

“Shhhh, it’s okay, let it out.” He hushes, and tries not to breathe in too much of the stink. It’s not the worst thing he smelled in his life and it’s actually not that bad compared to all the disgusting smells he experienced in his life. It’s certainly much better than the smell of a corpse that’s been stewing in the water for way too long.

“I’m sorry,”

She’s sobbing and it almost breaks his heart. She’s too pure, not the bitch he first thought she would be. Not some fucking spoiled princess because if she was, she wouldn’t exactly apologize to him over and over.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He tries to calm her down.

After a while, the retching stops and he was able to pull her into a sitting position, leaning her back against the tub.

Dean gets up when he sees that she’s able to sit on her own, finds a fresh cloth and runs it under the cold tab.

He returns and crouches down, rubs the cloth over her face, brushes at the mascara stains and the remainder of her cherry lips comes off.

“Why are you doing this?” Her speech is slurred and he thinks it’s cute, even if he knows that he shouldn’t think that.

Her lips are swollen from his rubbing, looking really kissable right now and something stirs in him, but he ignores it, at least he’s trying his best to.

“Because it’s my job,” Dean answers before he gets up.

He leaves the cloth on the sink and takes her toothbrush, squirts paste on it, and walks back to her.

“Say aaah,” He says as he chuckles and holds the toothbrush to her mouth.

Y/N presses her lips into a thin line as she frowns.

Definitely fucking cute, he thinks.

With an audible growl, she snatches the brush from his hand, “No, that’s not your job.” She says before she begins to brush her teeth.

“Look, I understand that a consigliere’s job shouldn’t involve these things, but your dad is testing me, see if I am worthy.”

“You really want this position, huh?” She reaches out a hand while her toothbrush is still stuck in her mouth and Dean grabs at her to help her up.

Spitting into the sink, she looks at him through the mirror and his eyes meet hers.

“Not my fave position, but yeah,” He grins, and he knows it’s all cocky and bravado.

Dean’s phone rings when she’s about to say something. He knows that because she was gasping after he dropped that line.

He chuckles before he walks out into her room to take the call, and she closes the bathroom door behind him.

Her dad calls to ask how things are and Dean explains how he found her and that he’ll make sure she’s alright before he’ll be out again.

Just when he hangs up, she comes stumbling out of the bathroom and Dean almost didn’t catch her on time. He steadies her, walks her to her bed, looking away when she gets out of her pants and pulls her hoodie over her head. Dean stares down to his shoes, tries not to even think about how she might look underneath because he’s not fucking allowed to.

“You can look now,” She mumbles before he turns and sees her yawn as she settles into her bed. Dean’s cheek turns colorful, blood rushing to his head when he sees her.

He pulls the cover over her, hands her the Tylenol and water which she couldn’t swallow before, and watches her gulp it down.

“Will you be okay? Need anything else?” He strokes over her head, smoothing her hair back and lets his knuckles travel over her cheeks before he pulls his hand away, balling his hand into fists at the realization.

He should definitely not be doing this.

Her eyelids are heavy and she closes them, “Can you stay until I’m sleeping? Please?”

Wow, his heart wasn’t broken before but damn well is now. She’s asking him to stay and Dean has a feeling that usually, nobody does.

“Yeah,” He says, “Sure.” He sits down on the edge of the bed and she curls up on her side, her forehead touches his thigh.

“Will you go back to the party?” Her voice is a mumble.

“Yeah, I will.”

“Good,” She licks her lips, “Tell Bobby I’m sorry for leaving early.”

“I’m sure he’ll understand and you’ll get to see him more now that he has more time.”

“That’s what they all say. Nobody really has time for me.”

“Is that so?” He asks but when there’s no answer, he turns his head to look at her face that’s now pressed to his thigh, her breathing is even, she has already fallen asleep.

Dean chuckles, shakes his head because he can’t believe that he became a fucking babysitter to the boss’ daughter. But on the other hand, that’s good too, he thinks. Good that it’s him and not fucking Nick who found her because they all know that Nick wouldn’t have gotten her to bed. At least not the way Dean does.

Jesus, he gets worked up just thinking about what could have happened if it was Nick and not him.

He places his hand on her head, strokes her hair some more, and waits until she’s sleeping deeply.

After he makes perfectly sure that she’s sleeping soundly, he bends down to place a kiss on her temple. He couldn’t not do it. Dean leaves and makes his way back to the party. He has a couple of boys he still needs to take care of.

Chapter.02

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arwenkenobi48 · 3 years ago

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More Pandæmonium Randomness

“Behold, Cerberus!” Lucifer exclaimed dramatically. The massive shadow slowly shrank until its owner entered the room. It was miniature poodle that looked like a tiny puff of white fur, but it radiated with an otherworldly hatred so intense it was palpable. In addition to that, the poor thing was donned in a little pink jacket, a pink studded collar and it had pink ribbons attached to its tail and head.

“That’s Cerberus!?” The humans almost burst out laughing. “Some Hellhound!” At which point Cerberus charged at them, barking and bearing its fangs with such ferocity that they all drew back in terror. “Arf! Arf! Arararaf!!!” Shrieked the evil poodle, leaping about like a demonic piece of cotton wool. “Cerberus, be nice,” Lucifer smiled affectionately, as if the horrifyingly decorative dog was an unruly child. When the yapping didn’t stop, Lucifer scooped up the dog in his arms.

“Sorry about that, mortals,” he said in a tone of false empathy. “Cerberus is usually very friendly.” Then turning to the dog, in a baby-talk voice “Yesh you are, you’re daddy’s sweet widdle baby aren’t you?” Cerberus stared at Lucifer for a second, then leaned forward and bit him on the nose. “YYYYOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!” Lucifer’s bellow echoed all throughout the nine circles.

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Azazel pranced through the streets, feeling genuinely happy. He was wearing his favourite dress, the one that matched his alter ego, Princess Azalea. Singing jovially and conjuring up little spirits in the form of cartoon forest animals, he waltzed up to the steps of Pandæmonium. The doors of the massive mansion flew open. “Oh, no,” Muttered Leviathan. “I hate how chipper and positive he always is,”

Taking the hands of the nearest demon to him, Azazel spun around while singing Once Upon A Dream in falsetto. Mephistopheles, who was trotting by with some files, noticed this extravagant display and remarked “Someone’s on cloud nine this morning,” “Mephistopheles, my dear friend,” Azazel beamed. “You see before you the happiest demon in Hell. I’m engaged!”

Resisting the urge to ask why, Mephistopheles instead replied, in a rather nonchalant tone “My heartiest congratulations. And who, may I ask, is your future life partner?” “That’s the best part,” Azazel grinned. “Her name is Saphirah Morningstar!” Mephistopheles’ face went white with horror. Saphirah was one of Lilith’s daughters, making her Lucifer’s niece and by extension Mephisto’s niece as well. Azazel was about to be part of the Morningstar family.

Unable to process the terror of this revelation, Mephistopheles fainted in a heap. Azazel, oblivious to the can of worms he’d opened, shrugged and said “Oh, golly, he must be more excited about it than I am!” And skipped off on his merry way, singing Disney songs once again.

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Mammon stepped out of the shower and shook the water from his scaly body. With a snap of his fingers, his servants were there at once, drying him off with the fluffiest towels you could ever hope to find, polishing his horns and de-misting his sunglasses. The Prince of Greed put them on and said: “Y’know what I want?” The exhausted lesser demons, completely desensitised to their master’s avaricious behaviour, asked “Yes, Lord Mammon?”

Grinning fiendishly, the Draconic demon said: “I want another sauna installed on the third floor. A much bigger one, too, with a posher, more modern aesthetic. And comfier seats. Get building, you two!” He pointed at two lesser demons, who scurried off to do his bidding. “And you two, bring me my suit!“ he commanded the others. “I presume it’s ironed to perfection this time?“ “Yes, Lord Mammon,” they both mumbled.

But just as Mammon was putting on his elaborate outfit, he noticed something. The trousers weren’t going on as easily as normal. “Maybe my legs are still wet,” he thought, and gave the hem a mighty tug. RRRRIIIIIIPPPP!!!! The trousers split and fell apart, leaving him half naked. “What the-!?” Mammon stared in horror and then realised they weren’t his trousers; they were two sizes too small and the brand wasn’t a designer one. He knew at once who was responsible. “MEPHISTOPHELES!!!” He screamed.

Meanwhile, Amon was pissed off, as usual. “For the love of broken bagpipes, where are my fucking pants!?” He growled, flinging the contents of his wardrobe left and right. “Is everything alright?” Mephistopheles enquired slyly. “Some bazooka-brained imbecile stole my pants!” Amon stomped his foot angrily. “Oh, dear!” Mephistopheles exclaimed, feigning a gasp of astonishment. “Now who could possibly do a thing like that, I wonder?”

He stroked his beard thoughtfully. Amon slowly turned and looked at him. “It was you, wasn’t it?” He snarled. “Who, me?” Mephistopheles looked offended. “What sort of depraved prankster do you take me for, my dear Amon? I have no desire to pilfer your legwear. Levi, on the other hand, has often expressed jealousy over your superior fashion sense, at least in conversation with me. He is the Prince of Envy, after all. I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Once Amon found Leviathan, he confronted him about the incident with the trousers. Of course, Leviathan vehemently denied it, but Amon was ready to bash him to bits any way. “What in the Nine Circles are you bozos doing!?” Demanded Mammon, when he saw the slappy fight that was going on. “He stole my pants and won’t admit it!” Amon howled. “So they were yours, were they?” Mammon gasped. “Uh-oh,”

He held up their remains. “So you stole them, and you destroyed them too!” Amon yelled. “I put them on by mistake!” Protested Mammon. “Haven’t you got eyes? Or are those shades blocking your view?” Demanded Amon. “No, it was Mephistopheles’ fault!” Mammon insisted. “But he told me Leviathan did it!“ Amon gasped. The three brothers looked at each other and Amon realised he’d been taken for a ride.

Leviathan noticed Mephistopheles slinking past and pointed at him with a growl. Seeing the three angry dragons glaring at him, Mephistopheles smiled cordially. “Hello, gentlemen. You’re all looking exceptionally handsome this afternoo-“ “GET HIM!” Screeched Amon and they chased him down the hallway with a cartoonish zipping sound.

#pandæmonium #original intellectual property #lucifer morningstar #mephistopheles #mammon #Amon #leviathan #Azazel #Cerberus #imagines #prose #writing snippets #little sunshine

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azazelsconfessional · 3 years ago

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(Man, you've just given me an interesting decision. For this ask the main proselyte will be in blue, other coloured speech will be an currently unnamed character)

*the proselyte, unaware of the page following behind, takes their leave and searches for a way home before being dragged back to his own world. The area within said world can best be described as an active war zone, monsters of all varieties can be seen, while people in red outfits fight those in white ones, and a colossal tree shrouded in mist is visible in the background. A member of the index lacking a blindfold approaches the proselyte*

"You're back? Do you know much about this new phenomenon?"

"Unfortunately not much, the city on the other side is pleasant, and has distortion like creatures, but I have yet to find a cause to it."

"I see, were there any familiarities to the distortions here?"

"There were some, but others like the goat were completely alien to me. That's as much as I know."

"If that is all it is perfectly fine, but leaves another mystery phenomenon within the city. Besides, I have a prescript to deliver for you."

*the proselyte is handed a piece of paper*

"To Harold, in 47 minutes you will be questioned by a thumb ambush, tell them the answers they seek are within the library."

*from the looks of things, the people of this city are just as confused as you are.*

((Okay! 👌🏾 Lol you could've just said that they disappeared/were pulled into their world and unable to be followed--that’s what I expected, but I appreciate this a lot 💕))

The page follows in silent pursuit, only occasionally inhibited by the breeze. Azazel’s abilities within the territory of the Missionaries are uninhibited, but once they hit the border of Missionaries territory and the next Guild over, there’s a bit more trouble. Nonetheless, it continues to follow, giving Azazel its insight while he talks to those from the world he’s attempting to seek out who’ve chosen to help him.

Finally, after aimless wandering, there’s a. . .shift? Having had returned to the church office by now, departing from Star and his other helper whom of which I’m now realizing I don’t know the name of whoops, Azazel lurches and gasps at the sudden increased power need required to go through what must have been some kind of invisible gate into an otherwise completely unconnected world or timeline. The sight of war is hardly a shock to him, the monsters are unfamiliar but this Tokyo is full of strange beings.

The light of the eye on the page dims and flickers a bit. Nonetheless, Azazel pushes through. He consumes the conversation and surroundings without much thought, until inter-world Rule execution becomes too much for him in his current state. The light turns off and the page begins to fall, fading into a thousand little balls of light and disappearing into the air before it can hit the ground.

“Fuck.” Azazel moans, dipping his head, shuddering. His magical energy quickly returns--truly it wasn’t that much compared to what’s generated by his actual body--but the more fragile goat body’s been pushed a bit more than it’s used to being. Watchers don’t need to sleep--rest is rarely necessary for them. Nonetheless, he shuts his eyes, hugging his Artifact to his chest. The returning page briefly glows before turning back into a mostly normal sheet of paper.

“Are you alright, Father Azazel?” Maria asks, watching him tug at a chain as if it will restore the energy in this body. “What did you find out?”

“. . .A great deal.” Azazel chuckles, shaking his head, fur discheveling a little in the proccess. “And yet, nothing at all. . . .”

He starts to sit back up, eyes shut, then shakily rises to his feet. Maria gets up as well. “I think. . .I need to rest.”

“Alright. Would you at least like dinner first?” She approaches the capris therian, allowing him to put a little weight on her. He rubs a cheek against her head, muttering something about wanting her, which she ignores aside from saying “Well, you’re well enough to make jokes, at least. I’m glad.”

“. . .I didn’t get much information. . .a city, a war, monsters. ‘Index’ refers to fingers--there’s another faction called ‘Thumb.’ The ones I saw were either as confused by what’s happening as we are, or were faking it, knowing I was listening. I may have seen a Pillar, but I rather doubt it.”

“What kind of Pillar?” Maria asked, taking his key to unlock his room door, the chains and charms and seals attached to it by some of the angels some time ago jingling as she opened it and brought him in.

“It may have been a World Tree. Like Yggdrasil’s or one of Eden’s Pillars.” Azazel grunts as he flops over onto his bed, releasing Maria despite the strong urge to drag her down with him. “But it was far away. I couldn’t tell for certain."

“Alright. Thank you for your hard work, Azazel.” She strokes his head, rubbing the base of his horns, and smiled softly as his now serpentine tail wagged against the surface of his bed. “I’ll bring you some tea, alright?”

“Thank you, Maria.” He purred. “You know you don’t need to do that. I’ll be alright in maybe thirty minutes.”

“Then I’ll have something for you then. For now, please rest. You pushed yourself quite a bit as it is.”

#answers #anon #event | special guests #long post

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beclynn-herondale · 4 years ago

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Inside TMI Gang's diaries part 5 2/3

Clary: Dear diary, I ran away with Jace, mom won't be happy, but I have to save my Jace. Simon is covering for me, although that won't last long and mom may go mama bear on him, I do love him though and I'll owe him one. So far things have been weird, seeing Jace get along with Sebastian is strange and I don't like it, and Sebastian is as evil as ever, i miss Jace so much, this Jace isn't my Jace. And Sebastian doesn't trust me I know this for a fact, but I don't trust him either and you better watch your back Sebastian.

*Later*

So Jace's room is the same as it always is, so clean not a mess, everything is neat, but he isn't Jace. We went on a date, Sebastian let us cause Jace would be with me, Jace cam speak italian and hates ducks, I'll have to mention this stuff when he is my Jace again, we stole a boat but that's nothing new from what we usually do, the date was nice but I felt guilty for enjoying it, when we came back Sebastian was occupied and creepy, anyway, we had a talk when I woke up later and he is starting to confuse me, but that's what he wants. I went back to bed and got up again, also Jace can make eggs, I don't like them but can't tell him that, also I wonder if he can cook other things, need to make a list of things to ask him when he's back to normal Jace. We also read a copy of his ancestor's book.

*Later later*

Me, Jace and Sebastian, went on a mission kind of thing, Simon calls us team Evil, we fought a demon, and I actually kicked a demons butt, Sebastian took us to a kinda night club, me and Jace got high, Sebastian told me I have a dark heart and like bitch whatever. Me and Jace made out in the club and uh things kinda got outta control, I am not proud, ok, I thought I saw dead people and passed out, I woke up to Sebastian leaving and followed him, demons almost killed me and he saved me, what is he doing? I lost my ring and can't get in contact with Simon, everything is bad and maybe this is all hopeless, no, I just need coffee, sweet sweet coffee, I need a coffee high *coffee/knife/serious emoji*

Possessed Jace: Dear diary, things are good, Sebastian keeps giving me weird looks when I am with Clary though, Sebastian we are still cool though don't worry. Clary is here and it's nice, I want her to be happy and her to have whatever she wants, I am gonna be so romantic but cool about *sunglasses emoji* I am Jace Lightwood, and extremely smooth and she loves me.

*Later*

I took Clary on a date and I nailed it *sunglasses emoji* we went back home after that and I read to her and we went to sleep, after that we went on a mission, my fire goddess kicked ass, and Sebastian took us to a night club place to take care of evil stuff, me and Clary got high and we did some things at the night club. In the morning I made her eggs, I'll make her eggs all the time, Sebastian wants to discuss evil plans now.

Trapped Jace: *sharpening knives* just wait you little shit, keep looking at Clary like that and I'll stab you, I am gonna beat you up, you shall know my wrath, and I will bring it upon you. *Knife/murderous emoji*

Sebastian: Dear evil diary, what can I say, the fruit of evil is ripe, I have evil plans, I have Jace under my finger, I have Clary now too, and soon she'll understand. Jace will do anything I say and Clary will do anything for him, love truly does make one weak. And I wi burn shit. Also maybe I'll play with stuff as well. *Devil emoji*

*Later*

We got into a fight and Clary can kick ass, maybe I underestimated her a tiny little bit. We went to a night club and I talk to Meliorn and I do believe the fair folk will stand with me, and after all I do have something with the queen, and I know what you are going to say what about Jace? Well you see Jace is my backup plan he has no idea ;)

Alec: Dear diary, still sneaking around, Jace is still gone, Clary is gone now too, Jocelyn is angry and I know why she scares Jace now, Izzy and Simon are something, Idk but my big brother instincts are kicking in. Jocelyn and Izzy went to the Iron Sisters and found out there isn't a weapon to separate Jace from Sebastian, unless it is of heaven itself or something. *Shrug emoji*

*Later* so we summoned a demon, and then a greater demon, what have we become? I'll do whatever it takes to save Jace, but like when did we start summoning demons and greater demons like it's not a big deal? I think we've lost our minds, and we are also now apparently going to summon Raziel, what are we doing, but it's for Jace. Also Magnus does look good in his outfit today but there is stuff between us. When did life get so complicated? *shrug emoji*

Magnus: Dear diary, welcome back to the crazy chaotic would of Shadowhunters, I may have lost Clary, but it's not my fault she can make portals, I see an angry Jocelyn in my future. Alec is kinda weird lately but it's probably nothing, Isabelle and Jocelyn were going to the Iron Sisters to see if there is a weapon that can separate Jace and Sebastian, blondie needs to come back so all this Shadowhunter drama will calm down.

*Later*

We summoned a demon and after that we summoned the greater demon Azazel, the little shit almost told Alec who my father is, and I swear what have I gotten myself into? Oh! Also apparently we are gonna summon an Angel now, I have a feeling we'll all be dead by the end of this, it's a miracle we haven't died already, I have to do research and stuff, also Sheldon saved my cat so I am thankful for that, Isabelle and Simon have something going on, Jocelyn is gone, and I want to drink and drink, cause Magnus is done bitches. But also Alec is looking beautiful today. *throws glitter* *sunglasses emoji*

Izzy: Dear diary, Simon came to me like I asked him to, and he told me about starwars or something, I don't remember the plot exactly but I think they had something called lifesavers???? Or something, also they are apparently in space which is cool, and the good guys win. Also me and Jocelyn went to the Iron Sisters and they said I would make a good one but like bish ya girl needs her heels, idk what has gotten into me lately, but when I think about Simon I feel happy and I get this feeling and I want to spend time with him and hear him talk endlessly about starwars cause he is so passionate about it. *Confused emoji*

*Later*

We may have kinda summoned a demon, and then a greater demon, and now we may kinda be getting ready to summon an angel we are on our way to Luke's farm so yeah. . . But yeah, Simon may die and idk what to do... *Blank emoji*

Simon: Dear diary, life just doesn't seem to be letting up, first Clary ran off to do reckless shit, Jace is literally possessed by her evil Brother and is like a puppet, Jocelyn is mad I didn't stop Clary, but honestly who can stop Clary?!?! — Izzy went off to the Iron sister earlier with Jocelyn before she found out Clary was gone and apparently they can't make a weapon to separate Jace and Sebastian without killing them both, this is the part where that intense action yet hopeless music would start playing. *Nerd emoji*

*Later* I told Izzy the plot of Starwars and she listened and laughed and said it was neat, she said It was neat and even though it is so much more than neat for some reason her just listening to me talk about it made me so happy, she may become a fan *Shooketh emoji* but also we summoned a demon, and then a greater demon and now we are going to summon an angel to try and get the angel Michael's sword called glorious cause it's apparently the only weapon that will work, but I may die so rip, but also please let everything be alright but also I do have the mark of cain it's just a matter of if it works. *Worried emoji*

Church: Dear Cat diary, I come to you with the heavy weight of the most fucking done I have ever been, Jem is still hasn't come and saved me, Herondale is still possessed and honestly I am done, fire ball ran away, archer boy is off doing shit, Izzy is falling in love now too and I thought she would be the one who wouldn't like girl love drama? And Simon is probably contributing to whatever chaotic plan fire ball has. evil shit is probably off doing evil shit, where's that sweet little boy? Gone! Because an ass had to be an ass. Sorry I need to control my emotions, I just miss Jem so much, and these kids are driving me crazy, also Magnus you are contributing as well now,Jem Jem Jem pls. Anyway I am gonna go sharpen my claws and eat tuna and drown my sorrows in tuna. *Cat/tuna/murderous emoji*

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ruewrites · 3 years ago

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Thrones are Built on Lies Chapter 12: Vulnerable

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo, Diavolo/Lucifer

Word Count: 3462

Warning: Slight mentions of manipulation, Azazel is really a dick in this chapter

A/N: Hey! There's a plot point in this chapter that I've really been looking forward to! I hope you all like it as well! Comments are appreciated!

Solomon slid the gift back into its box. It was perfect, more than perfect really. The blacksmith had done a phenomenal job and Solomon hadn't hesitated in leaving them a rather handsome tip. He could only hope that Asmo would love it as well. The design came out even better than he dreamed it would when he first concocted it onto paper. All he had to do now was give it to him.

"You seem to be in a wonderful mood!"

"Observant aren't you?"

Diavolo had strayed from his previous path of following his butler to see what Solomon was up to. Barbatos had a garment bag slung over one arm, careful not to let any part of it touch the ground. Diavolo's energy was infectious and Solomon could feel his own smile growing wider.

"It's just good to finally see you feeling at home here," Diavolo placed one hand on his shoulder and squeezed. It was comforting, he could always let his guard down a little more around Diavolo. Not to mention, he was the one who served as his tipping point. He brought up some of Asmodeus' better characteristics which made Solomon open himself up a bit more.

Hopefully his gift would serve its purpose.

Diavolo's eyes shifted down to the box in his hands. "Could that have something to do with how you're feeling?"

Solomon traced his fingers along the edges of the box. Would Asmodeus like it? He could feel his stomach start to churn ever so slightly. It would be so easy for his good mood to sour…

"It is."

"And may I ask what it is?"

"A gift, for Asmodeus."

Diavolo's eyes lit up and Solomon took the box away just as Diavolo reached for it. "I'm sure you'll hear all about it from him once he gets it."

Hopefully.

He loved every other gift he gave him before this point.

The pendant.

The bunnies.

He had good ideas. So why did he still feel so sick?

"So I don't get to see it? Not even a little bit?" Diavolo frowned, reaching for the box again. Solomon pulled it away once more and clicked his tongue.

"I haven't even let Simeon see the finished product. Asmo will see it first, and he can show others if he wishes." And hopefully it wouldn't be to mock him.

"Well in that case you must show him right away! I want to see his reaction as well as what you got him!"

Diavolo's hands suddenly pressed into his back as he started to push Solomon towards wherever he believed Asmo to be. He opened and closed his mouth, but no words wanted to escape. His heels wouldn't even dig into the floor. Diavolo was an incredibly strong man both in heart and… well… strength. And Solomon was just now realizing this.

"My lord," Barbatos cleared his throat, stopping Diavolo in his tracks. He motioned towards the garments on his arm, "Perhaps you could torment his highness another time when it comes to Asmodeus. For now we really should be getting back to Lucifer with your coronation attire."

At the very mention of Lucifer, Diavolo was back by Barbatos' side. Now that Solomon could focus on what was over the butler's arm, he could appreciate it more. The thread was a deep crimson with golden buttons and black trim. It was incredibly elegant, yet powerful. Solomon already felt sorry for any fool who might accidentally dirty it.

"Lucifer and I are preparing our last little details for his coronation. I can't wait to see him wearing that crown. He'll look every bit the wonderful ruler I know he can be. Even if he is nervous."

"My lord-"

Solomon didn't miss the way Barbatos jabbed his side or the pointed look he threw his way. Honestly, Barbatos seemed less like a butler and more like a caretaker or a parent. It was a bit comical.

"Yes yes, in any case I will be figuring out what little secrets you're hiding Solomon one way or another." He was a playful man. It wasn't a wonder that the brothers had accepted him quicker than they had Solomon. He had a way of worming into people's hearts and rooting himself there.

He was genuine.

He was a good man.

He couldn't think of anyone more worthy to be with the crown prince, and with his help he was positive Lucifer would accomplish many wonderful things. They would build a strong empire together.

Azazel was right.

It would indeed be a new era.

"So don't you think about trying to hide anything from me."

"What secrets could I possibly hide from you?"

Solomon did have secrets, not from Diavolo, but from someone he should really come clean to. Asmodeus deserved to know details he'd omitted from him. Details about the pendant, why he wanted this marriage so badly in the first place.

Perhaps he should run back to his room to grab his notes.

He could go over them with him.

That would be nice.

"You never know what the great and mysterious King Solomon could be hiding, but if you say you're true, then I'll believe you" Diavolo continued on with a wink, "Best of luck to you your majesty, I'm sure he'll love it. After all, he adores you. Trust me."

Solomon wasn't sure what prompted the next words out of his mouth, "Are you sure?"

The conversation stopped, and immediately regret filled his entire being. He had never showed an ounce of insecurity while he was here. It was dangerous for a king to show his own weaknesses. They could be exploited, they could kill them. But for some unknown reason, he slipped.

Barbatos and Diavolo shared a look for a moment. The quiet seemed to stretch on forever and Solomon had to force himself to resist squirming. Finally, Barbatos nodded and Diavolo went to speak, “I’m positive.”

How could he be so confident in how Asmodeus felt?

He knew his fiance talked to Satan quite a bit. Was Diavolo also in that inner circle? That would mean that Asmo also told him everything that Satan knew. That idea made blood rush towards his face.

What had Asmodeus said that made Diavolo so confident?

“We must be off now,” Barbatos straightened the outfit out over his arm, “We’ve kept his majesty waiting long enough.”

“True, I have kept my husband waiting long enough. Farwell Solomon!”

Solomon watched them walk away until they disappeared. He clutched the box in his hands a little tighter. He could do this. He’d done more challenging things in the past. He could do this. He could do this…

***

When did seeing Asmo make him feel so nervous?

He was speaking with Mammon and Satan and he hadn’t seemed to notice Solomon yet. Mammon must have said something rather amusing, because Asmo’s bell like laugh rang out into the room and Solomon felt his heart skip a beat. He had his doubts that Asmo would even be interested in his gift.

Where had all his confidence gone? When he first came here, he was confident that Asmodeus had been infatuated with him. He could do anything he wanted and he was so sure his fiance would follow him around like a lost puppy. Asmodeus would be more than willing to do anything and everything for him, and Solomon wouldn’t have to worry.

What changed?

The box in his hands suddenly felt twenty times heavier than it had before.

Asmo looked like he was glowing, he was the very picture of perfection. What Solomon wouldn’t give to pull his hand away from his face so he could look at his wonderful smile. Maybe he would even be able to capture the rosy tint of his cheeks or how his eyes sparkled when he got excited. He could allow himself to indulge in the soft texture of his skin or follow how his body curved.

He was beautiful inside and out, and Solomon had not been treating him in a way he deserved.

Yes, he started trying.

Yes, he’d probably gotten better.

But he couldn’t erase what had happened, nor how he acted.

Perhaps that’s what had him so nervous, but it would be hard to know. Unweaving his own web of complicated emotions proved to be one of the harder tasks that Solomon would have to accomplish. The trio started to walk off, and Solomon wasn’t able to move in time to catch up with them, especially not with the hand being placed onto his shoulder.

“Solomon! Hello, I see you have your notes with you and I have some free time,” Solomon found himself being spun around so that he could face Azazel. He hated being caught off guard like this. It became so easy for him to just become lost in Asmo that he was starting to lose his touch. He was losing his alertness. Normally he would have been able to hear Azazel come up from behind him. His head seemed to go on autopilot and went to swivel back in Asmo’s direction, but something stopped him. It felt like a hand holding his face in place, but nothing was there. “Why don’t you step into my study?”

He became much more protective over the box on their walk. Azazel’s words were nothing more than a buzzing in his ear, but he couldn’t ignore the way he was glancing at the box, “And what do you have there? Some artifact you wish to share?”

“Actually, it’s a gift… For Asmodeus.”

The mood shift was evident, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became even more uncomfortable.

Azazel tutted, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “You’re going to spoil him if you give him too many gifts. You should only really reward him when he does something to earn it.”

“He’s my fiance,” Solomon was impressed with how even his voice was staying, “I think I have the right to spoil him if I wish.”

“Perhaps, if he wasn’t already spoiled.” Azazel was getting on his nerves.

Solomon didn’t say a word to continue. Whether or not Azazel took this as annoyance didn’t seem to matter as he continued to speak. “You have to keep your priorities straight. Distractions will lead to your downfall. My brother often got distracted by pretty little things too.”

Solomon hoped Azazel didn’t catch the way he bristled.

“His mother was so similar to him. She was beautiful, a seductress, and my brother fell right into her trap. It’s no surprise that she couldn’t give him a decent prince.”

“And what do you mean by that?”

The smile that stretched across Azazel’s lips was nothing short of disgusting, and Solomon fought to hide the way that crawled under his skin.

“You know what I mean. At least he managed to get one more decent prince and a princess after her, but the only useful thing Asmodeus has done was serve as a bargaining chip.”

Solomon wanted him to stop talking.

“Of course, we had to make some little changes, do a little training to make sure he played his part right.”

Solomon had played into their hands. He probably proved them right in Asmodeus’ eyes.

“It would have been easier if my niece was still alive and if we didn’t have to jump through the hoops we did, but he did a decent job. You know, I was certainly surprised she died and not my youngest nephew. He’s always been sickly, I’m surprised he’s still alive.”

He’d been an unknowing pawn.

“Luckily it didn’t matter to you in the end. We figured just as much, that you would care more for what Arcadia could offer you than who you would have to marry to get in, and that is completely understandable! You’re a scholar after all. So in the end, it didn’t really matter.”

“You still let him believe that it would matter,” Solomon wished his voice wasn’t as soft as it had come out, “You let him believe that the outcome would be terrible.”

He stopped walking up the stairs. He didn’t know when that had happened. He didn’t know why he couldn’t move. All he knew was that he was frozen, and that the air was being sucked from him, making his lungs feel dry.

He’d been played.

Cold hands grabbed the underneath of his chin and forced him to look into Azazel’s eyes.

Everything stopped.

The world was quiet, save for the crackling of the torches.

“Some things are necessary to save the future of an empire, and I would say a little manipulation was needed in my nephew’s case. He isn’t the only one that we’ve pushed in the right direction,” Azazel mused, moving some of the hair out of Solomon’s eyes, “But surely a noble king like yourself would understand that.”

Azazel went towards his arm and grabbed the papers he had. He flipped through them slowly and frowned a little more with each one he flipped past. Each slip of parchment fell down the steps. All the while, Solomon still remained frozen in place.

Unable to speak.

Unable to move.

Azazel let the last piece slip out of his hands and disappeared behind the door, only to return with a book. He slipped it under Solomon’s arm. “You don’t have anything new. You really shouldn’t fall behind on your studies. It isn’t becoming.”

With that, he slipped back up the steps and the door shut, leaving the torches to die. All Solomon could do was slip down the side of the wall.

He had been nothing but a tool, and not in a way he prepared himself to be used.

***

“What did you want to talk with me about?”

After his encounter with Azazel, it took Solomon a few more days to gain back the confidence to give Asmo his gift. Even now, as they walked into the trees, Solomon still felt incredibly nervous, all too aware of the contents in his satchel. “We’ll discuss it when we get there,” he said, clutching his satchel a little tighter.

Asmo snuggled up closer to his side, “You know if you want to get me alone you can just say so. I know lots of places where we could be safe.”

Solomon still wasn’t immune to his fiance’s implications. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested. Quite the contrary, he was more than interested, but it never felt like the right time. Not to mention, Asmodeus had a very protective older brother and some other nosey siblings.

“You’re cute when you get all red, I like the way the tips of your ears light up like that,” Asmodeus continued, wrapping his arms around Solomon’s and nuzzling into his shoulder, “I might just have to keep talking like that just to see your reactions.”

Solomon loosened his grip on his bag and used his other hand to comb through Asmo’s hair and down his face as they continued, “Well, you are more than pleased to do that if you wish, but I can also promise that I’ll be more forward if that is my intention.”

Clearly that was the right answer as giggles filled his ear.

So far so good.

Despite the mood seeming alright, Solomon’s stomach was still doing flips. Hopefully he wouldn’t throw up, the last thing he needed was to empty the contents of his stomach into a bush. He wanted to keep the sweet atmosphere around them, and something like that would certainly ruin their night.

There was so much he wanted to communicate to Asmodeus, and he wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to do that.

Eventually they came to a spot in the woods where they had met before. Solomon took a seat on a fallen log, let his satchel slip to the ground, and patted the seat next to him. Asmodeus took his seat gracefully and made sure he was as close to Solomon as he could possibly be.

Solomon thought over his words carefully before he spoke, “I haven’t been wonderful to you Asmodeus, and I’d like to apologize.”

Asmo opened his mouth, but Solomon raised his hand, and the atmosphere became more solemn. Hopefully he wouldn’t ruin anything. He enjoyed finally knowing a little more about Asmo and getting closer to him.

“You’re wonderful,” he continued, “Very wonderful, and I realize that you deserve someone good. I hope that that is someone I can become.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at Asmodeus, not yet. The guilt was still chewing away at him, and he didn’t want whatever expression that currently resided in Asmo’s eyes to kill his nerves. He needed to do this, and he’s put it off long enough. “I hadn’t been interested in you. You were right. I didn’t love you, and I’m still unsure how I feel, but I was more interested in actually having an in to Arcadia. You were just my ticket.”

He gestured towards Asmo’s chest to the scorpion pendant, “The pendant I gave you is imbued with magic. Magic that allowed me to have a glance into what your feelings might have been. I have the matching one. Of course, it was my way to make sure that I still had your affections and that I hadn’t done anything absolutely terrible or-” Solomon stopped and put his head in his hands laughing a bit to himself, “Fuck I sound like such an ass.”

Surprisingly, Asmodeus had stayed quiet and Solomon wasn’t sure whether that made him feel better or worse. He went rooting through his bag and pulled out the box. Now it was time. He was going to be a better man for Asmodeus. He deserved a better man, especially with how he had played directly into Azazel’s manipulation. Solomon wanted Asmo to feel safe with him. He didn’t want to be his overlord, he wanted to be his equal.

“The point is, I want things to change. I like you Asmodeus, I do, and I realize I’ve been terrible. I want to be better for you, I want you to be happy. You’re truly something else Asmodeus, and you deserve to be adored,” he pushed the box closer to Asmodeus and waited for him to take it. He quickly looked away the moment he started opening it. Inside was a shining dagger with a scorpion tail engraved into the blade, the hilt itself resembled the rest of the scorpion, and in its claws was a shining red ruby. “I expect my husband to be as beautiful as he is dangerous,” he explained, “Never let anyone take you for granite or take advantage of you. You are good enough, and you are incredibly powerful.”

“That’s-”

“Similar to what I said to you on the first day. I mean it Asmodeus.”

He thought for hours about what he was going to say, until he realized that there were no better words to describe what he felt. Asmodeus was strong and special, and he wanted him to remember that. Things were silent for a few more moments and Solomon dared to look up, Asmo was gently caressing the blade, transfixed by how it it glinted in the moonlight,

Then their eyes met.

Solomon wasn’t sure what happened.

All he knew was that Asmo’s lips pressed against his own. The blade pressed lightly against his spine as Asmo’s arms tightened around him, but he barely noticed.

How long had it been since he’d been kissed?

How long had it been since he’d been kissed like this?

His hands wrapped around Asmo and after what seemed like an eternity, his fiance pulled away. He took one hand away to dab at his eye. His eyes looked so gooey and soft, and it made Solomon melt.

“Thank you,” he said softly, “I love it, I’m going to keep it by my side forever.”

His head tilted and his lips came closer again, “I think I love you.”

As they sat there under the moonlight, Solomon couldn’t help but think the same thing. The blade against his back disappeared along with the rest of the world as his eyes slipped shut, and Solomon’s heart became a little lighter.

He could still be a good man to Asmodeus, he could be a good husband to him.

“I think, I may love you too,” Solomon murmured, causing another laugh to escape Asmo before their lips came together once more.

Asmodeus had stayed true to his promise. Somehow he had managed to slip his way into Solomon’s heart, and he was sure that he’d stay there. Solomon felt himself push closer the longer they stayed together, and slowly Asmodeus leaned back onto the ground, Solomon following after.

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bbykpoper · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1 // Masterlist

GENRE: mafia au, fluff, a bit of smut, a smudge of angst if you squint your eyes hard enough, possible fantasy????

SYNOPSIS: A centuries old feud which kept itself silent suddenly ignites once again as two warring gangs face each other for the first time. A family of established immortals who came together after the war, a band of humans who began remembering their past lives and officials breathing down their neck threaten the world once again as fantasy and reality clash in the form of a young man hell bent on being in the lead and a young woman hell bent on ending this meaningless feud. A story will unfold before you now, questioning your morals as well as grinding your nerves to the edge.

“A princess turned assassin?”

“A coward turned prince?”

Who will survive the last wave of this war?

°˖✧

“My hands are stained with blood... yet again...” There came a soft whisper in the distance as droplets of red fell to the floor.

The strong stench of blood glided to the young man’s nostrils as he observed the scene before him. A body laid on the ground, it’s face unrecognizable as a young woman of short stature stood, her fists slightly bruised and bloody. Her strong willed eyes were trained on him and he extended his arm to beckon her towards him.

“You’re becoming more vicious in your battles.” He spoke as the young woman moved towards him, jumping down from the ring in which two other men began cleaning the now deceased body. “What seems to be bothering you?”

“It seems our rivals have decided to invade our business inside the ring.” The girl let her companion clean her fists as she observed the body being thrown out. “The boy they sent was said to be a rising star in their ranks, his ego decided to challenge me and he ended up where he is now. It angers me how much they seem to refuse to stay in peace and in their own lanes.”

“It seems that they wish to take over the underworld.” The man’s groaning blue eyes met her dark ones. “Forcas calls for us all. It seems he has had enough of peace as well.”

With a small nod she went after the taller man, covering her face more with the black mask she grew used to. It was rare to see her without it, but today she decided to keep her face free, so that it would be the last thing her poor oponent saw before she beat him to death without mercy.

“Would you like my jacket?” Her companion asked her as he noticed the attire she sported. A simple sports bra and leggings.

Not exactly an outfit she would like to show herself in before the head of their family, but the meeting seemed urgent, and she didn’t have time to change.

“No, it’s quite fine.” She simply stated, climbing into the black SUV after him. “The meeting seems urgent, has he finally come to terms with what it is we are to do?”

“By his tone of voice, I would say it’s quite serious.” Her companion placed his hand on hers, his eyes trained on the clear night sky as the stars twinkled in his eyes. “The stars have shifted drastically. Our futures are in danger Fae. Yours more so than ours.”

The woman didn’t say anything as she kept quiet beside him, allowing their fingers to weave together. They both felt each others pulse through their wrist, something which calmed them down and finally the woman could breathe more calmly and freely. The car took a swift turn into the outskirts of town and headed down the road, getting further on the outskirts. Soon enough the car pulled up to a large mansion in the middle of nowhere, two large men opening the doors for the two passengers.

“Good evening Miss, Sir.” They greeted them and both nodded their heads in greeting. “Leader is waiting for you in the war room.”

The small woman rolled her eyes at the mention of the room but still obediently followed their guide. As they entered she felt a sudden warmth crawl up her skin and she moved to the left, evading the overly excited man-child that hit her companion straight on.

“Why did you move?” He whinned turning to her. “I don’t want to hug Tae, I wanted to hug you y/n.”

“Stop whinning Jungkook.” Her companion spoke up as he helped steady him on his legs. “She did that to tease you.” He rolled his eyes along.

“Is that true?” He went over to her.

“A little bit.” She answered him with a small giggle. “You’re just super cute when you get frustrated.” She pinched his cheeks, laughing when he slapped her hand away.

“I’m a grown man, older than you not to mention and handsome.” He gritted out with a pout. “I’m not cute.”

The trio went further into the large mansion, small talk flowing between them with ease. The room they were going to was located on the first floor but deeper into the mansion, closer to the west wing. The interior was decorated like a European museum if you asked any person that came to visit. Golden chandeliers, paintings lining the walls, an elaborate statue here and there, and of course high doors and even higher ceilings. The young woman and her companion still kept holding hands as they were announced in the room and they took their respected seats at the oval shapped table housing 8 seats that were now finally full.

“Congradulations on your win y/n.” The tallest amongs them spoke up, a soft smile on his features. “I hear the young boy is unrecognizable.”

“Thank you. I tried to not let my emotions take over me.” She spoke up, swiftly taking off her mask. “But then he decided to open his mouth and I just didn’t have the strength to control myself anymore.”

“I’ve heard.” A small hologram began showing the file of the man who she had her fight with earlier this night. “Na Jaemin. The boy wonder of NCT who was supposed to quietly climb up in the ring but he just had to run his mouth next to our little y/n here.” The man laughed. “It seems he was favoured by their bomb expert Taeil.”

“Does this mean they will retaliate by blowing me up?” The girl raised her eyebrow earning a hearty laugh from her left.

“No no, they aren’t that dumb.” The man who sat next to her had the widest smile on his face, bopping the girl’s nose with little to no force at all. “They don’t know he is dead. Well, not yet at least.”

“They don’t know?” Tae asked from her right side.

“No. We made sure that people think that we just kindly locked him up somewhere.” A man next to Jungkook spoke up, drawing their attention to him. “For now, we made sure that nobody from that match says a word outside on the streets. We don’t need children on our doorstep seeking vengance.”

“I’m sorry.” She spoke up.

“Why are you apologizing?” The head of the table asked, visibly confused.

“I let my emotions take over and I killed him.” She sighed, slumping in her seat.

“Kid, your job is to kill off the pests we don’t need.” The man with distinctive red eyes spoke up to her, he stood up and walked over to her, earning Taehyung’s side eye. “Everybody that goes up against you in the ring knows what the fate is if it’s your bad day.” The man squated next to her, sliding his hand up her arm to cup her cheek. “Now I know you weren’t having a bad day, so what did he say to you that made you so angry?”

“He commented how he’d easily take me down and make me his little cock hold afterwards.” She said with an unamused facial expression, which had seven different men stare at her with wide, angry eyes.

“I say, we kill the whole den of idiots.” Jungkook said, already on his feet ready to leave.

“Take a seat Azazel.” The head of the table spoke up, silencing the whole room.

“My poor baby.” The hand gently caressed her cheek, pulling back and standing straight. “What should we do Forcas? The NCT pests have been getting bolder. And now they are trying to take us out from the business we began?”

“I know, though I have this idea which I think you will like.” The head of the table, a tall man with sleeked back grey hair, smirked with danger in his golden eyes.

°˖✧

On the other side of the city, deep in the abandoned district of Seoul, a group of men decided to come together this night, worried faces painting all of the newcommers. The two people standing guard at the front looked at each other when the final car pulled up and the two men walked in.

“Isn’t it weird that the big bosses are here?” One of the men spoke up.

“Yeah, but to be honest are you surprised?” The other sighed.

The inside was fairly nicely decorated, the inspiration coming from old Italian mafia films, the distinctive arches holding up most of the structure. The dinning room was currently occupied with seven people, two of them standing and facing each other in a heated argument. The newcommers that took a seat at the table sighed as they calmly looked up at the two standing men in the middle of an argument.

“Both of you, that’s enough.” One of the men spoke, his dark blue hair neatly styled as his eyebrow stood up in disapprovement. “Lucas, Baby. Sit down.”

With a groan the two addressed sat down with glares still present on their faces.

“Is everyone present?” He added on, looking over to his right hand man, a tall, fair haired young man.

“Everyone that needs to be.” He answered.

“Good. Johnny you may take over with the report.” The blue haired man said, loosening the tie around his neck while the fair haired man stood up and went over to the head of the dinning table.

“Thank you Boss.” Johnny spoke up and looked over his notes, his eyes stopping at the picture of the masked girl. “As you all know, we’ve successfully infeltrated the underground fight ring of the Bangtan hold and I’ve recieved intel that Na Jaemin has progressed in the ring. Sooner or later he will be going up against their top fighters. However, he has not conntacted his superior so what’s the deal with that Taeil?”

“I don’t know, he had strict instructions to conntact me when he jumped ranks in the ring but he hasn’t.” An aggitated man answered his question, barely looking up from his laptop.

“I’m telling you, the kid is fine. He’s probably just shagging a girl or two. Typical Jaemin stuff.” One of the men who was standing and arguing earlier spoke up, Lucas to be more precise.

“No! He is not.” The other, Haechan cut in. “He’s dead. He was made and they probably killed him!”

“Calm down both of you!” The dark blue haired man, Boss, yelled out. The silence following becoming eerie. “Let Johnny finnish and then on your own time go and beat it out or shoot each other but not now!”

“Thank you Boss.” Johnny smirked, turning to the table and throwing down a letter and a few pictures. “Haechan was right about one thing. Na Jaemin was made and we got this letter delivered today.” The reactions to the news of one of their own being made had them all turn serious, eyes fixed on the pictures on the table. “These are the three Bangtan members responsible for the underground fight scene.” He pointed to the first picture. “Azazel, lead recruiter whose blessing you need to enter the ring or even be thought of participating.” His finger moved to the second picture and his breath withered a bit in his thorat as he said the name. “Fae, leader and fighter. She is the one responsible and the big boss down there. They say nobody survives a fight with her.” His gaze stayed lingering on the picture until Boss cleared his throat and Johnny moved on to the last picture. “And lastly Solas, Fae’s right hand man, always by her side.” Then he raised the piece of paper from the table. “This is an invitation letter to a race they are holding tomorrow night. It’s signed by Forcas, their leader and it states that if we wish to know more information about Na Jaemin’s situation we better show up.It’s addressed to you personaly Moon Taeil.”

“What is their game?” The person in question turned his head to face the taller boy. “Why address it to me?”

“They are aware that Jaemin was under you. Which makes me wonder what more are they aware of?” Boss spoke, glancing at Johnny. “Brain, Johnny and Bulls Eye. You three will visit the race. Take one of the cars if yoou have to. Find out what they want, but be careful. We may never know what awaits at those organized races they hold.”

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