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minigirl87 · 1 year ago

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The Laird & The Lassie series Prt 1

An Au Duke Leto Atreides x F'Reader

Summary:-

This is an au that was inspired by Oscar Issac in his black kilt suit at the New York fashion week. Set in the Scottish Highlands in modern days. I've set Caladan in the North Scottish West Coast in the Lochaber area of Fort William, which is beautiful and surrounded by mountains and water. Some points of interest on Fort William, its the road to the Isles and West Highland way. It is the home to Ben Nevis and the mouth to the rivers Nevis and Lochy and is where you can get the Harry Potter train to cross the famous Glenfinnan viaduct. And History wise, it is where Glencoe is. I've set the Lairds castle as Inverlochy Castle, which is beautiful ruin which historic Scotland look after and it sits in front of river Lochy. This is my first Duke (Laird) Leto fic. Please be kind if it is not perfect. Please feel free to like, comment, share, and leave feedback. Please Enjoy

There are some Scottish words in the story that I was a fun idea.

Warnings:-

Angst, mentions of road traffic accident, reader ends up in hospital.

Word Count:- 5,997

The air smelled thickly of a mixture of heather and peat as the Laird walked his two Gordon setter dogs along the river Lochay. It was a driecht afternoon, the sky a dull mixture of grey that the autumn leaves broke up with splashes of reds and oranges dancing in the breeze and scrunched under his boots.

“Archie and Angus, come here now!” Leto shouted to the two barking dogs that had spied a pheasant. In the distance, castle Caladan sat against the backdrop of the Munro mountains. Caladan was a beautiful area of Scotland’s west coast surrounded by rugged coastline to the north sea and the Munro’s but the beauty also held the long ago history of bloodshed.

As a Laird of the land of Caladan, it was his duty to get married and have an heir. But he never found the right woman for him. They were always interested in what he was, not who he was. Leto was kind, caring, compassionate, man. Who worked hard and had respect from not only local people but also nationwide? He longed for a woman the same as him to give his love and life. To give her the gift of his children to be a dream family.

Caladan castle was mostly a hauntedly beautiful ruin of golden sandstone. Where Leto would often think of his families his of generations and to which he was the last Laird of it all. But despite this ruin that the public could see through a walled gate stood an 18th-century baronial style tower, and that was his home. His lonely cold home only made better by her, his little thistle.

Walking into the entrance hall, he was greeted by her, his housekeeper, his only member of staff. She walked towards him with a smile.

“Good afternoon, sir. Shall I assist with your coat?” she said the smile still formed on pretty face.

“Aye would be most helpful” Leto chucked as Y/N helped him with his coat. The two Gordon setters bound happily, wagging their tails into the kitchen.

Leto watches as Y/N hangs his coat up. He watches her hips as the black dress clings to them and then admires her legs in the black seemed tights. He knew it was wrong to think of her this way, but his desire burned for her burned inside him. He longed to touch her, hold her, and make her his.

Quickly adverting his gaze as Y/N turns to speak to him. “Would sir like tea in the drawing room?”

“Aye my Lassie, that would warm my cockles up” smiling as Y/N walked back to the kitchen, as he himself headed to the drawing room to await his little thistle. Y/N had worked for him for many years, fulling almost every whim without complaint. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of his home and dogs when he had to travel for his duties. She was almost like a wife to him. He longed to tell her his feelings, but he couldn’t bear losing her.

Y/N knocked on the drawing room door, awaiting permission to enter.

“away ye come lass” Leto’s voice lulled through the heavy oak door. As Y/N walks in with a tea tray, setting it down in front of him. And then pokes the fires glowing embers as the howling wind cast shadows in the back of the hearth’s the logs cackle and crackle like the witches in Macbeth.

“Sir. You’re remembering it's my evening off tonight? And I’m going into the town” Y/N says excitedly.

“Ye canny be going out it that, there’s a storm a coming tonight” worry laced in he voice as he tried to reason with her.

“och I’ll be fine sir, nae need tae worry about me” trying to reassure him. “I’ll be back by the morning”

As Y/N leaves the room, Leto stands and strides over to the window, the rain is lashing down, and the winds howling like a banshee. Whispering to himself “she can’t leave in this weather”.

An hour passes, and Leto goes looking for Y/N and finds a note on the kitchen work top next to the kettle. The only line he sees says I’ll be back before the morning, sir.

“I can’t lose her, if anything happens to her I’ll never forgive myself” as he stares into the darkness from the kitchen window.

As the storm raged quickly the time stood still for Leto as he heard every hour chime till in the wee hours there came a tremendous thudding at the front door causing Archie and Angus to start barking loudly awakening the Laird.

As Leto put his hand on the door handle and was about to playfully chastise Y/N for forgetting her key. He was quickly taken aback, and his face lost all colour as his view was filled with yellow, high visibility jackets from the Scottish police service. As they asked him his name and if his was the residence of miss Y/N L/N.

In shock, Leto responds that it is and that she’s his housekeeper of many years. The officers go on to in form him that Y/N has been involved in a traffic accident and is in hospital. That she is stable. At those words, his mind goes blank his little thistle is hurt. He needs to see her, and he needs to comfort her. He has to tell her she is loved and safe.

At the Hospital Leto walks silently through the quiet corridors the noise that he could hear was his heart drumming away loudly and the humming of machines which had him felling the blood rushing through his veins As the thought of his little thistle. The light was low as he approached the little room that Y/N lay in.

She looked so small and doll like, a vulnerability that she would never show normally. He had called her his little thistle as she was soft and sharp, she knew how to sting with her wit. But that wasn’t visible now. A salty tear rolled down his cheek into his beard. He failed his love. He’d never forgive himself.

He sat on the chair next to her and gently took her hand, caressing the back of it with the pad of his thumb. He could see the scratches on her hand and body. He sits and talks gently to her about how he will love her and protect them, but she has to stay with him.

He stands up, looking down at her softly smiling, as he moves some stray hair with his fingers. Leaning down to kiss her forehead as he straightens up he sees to his hearts delight Y/N slowly blinks awake looking at him with her beautiful Y/E/C and a gently smile on her lips.

Softly she speaks to him “Hello”

Too be continued............

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kingluffy5 · 10 months ago

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Playing Detectives Pt 5 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

When Wednesday went to the school dance with Tyler, Y/N realized how he truly felt about his partner, meanwhile he and Eugene staked out the cave and caught someone burning and evidence there was something inside, and Eugene got attacked by the monster.

I had been spending the last couple of nights hanging around Eugene’s hospital bed, he’s going to make it, but he’s still really badly hurt. I usually stay until the nurses kick me out, I’m on a first name basis with most of the hospital staff at this point. Me and Wends talked for a little bit, she offered me her deepest sympathies over Eugene since we are roommates which is her way of hugging me and telling me everything will be all right.

However this weekend I wouldn’t be able to hang out in Eugene’s room because I have to deal with another one of this school’s annoying functions, Parent’s Weekend, don’t get me wrong I love my family, it’s just that some of them are a bit on the weirder side, plus my cousin Gojo will just flirt with all the girls and my cousin Oliver will just flirt with all the guys.

The run down on the family tree is that there is my grandfather Tim Barron, he had my dad Oscar, my uncle Austin, my uncle Eddie, my uncle Francis, my uncle Richard, my uncle Joseph, my aunt Jane, and my uncle Toji. Tim’s brother is Issac Barron. My dad married my mom Maxine, they had my oldest brother Arthur, the dead one, my oldest sister Ruby, my sister Elizabeth, then there’s my brothers Jason and Jack and my sister Amelia. My uncle Francis had my cousins Skyler, Oliver and Gwen. Then my uncle Toji had my cousins Maki and Gojo.

Other than my parents none of my uncles or my aunt really had successful marriages but aunt Jane is dating someone she thinks is nice right now.

Now even though it is called Parent’s Weekend all of them are coming. So this weekend I have to deal with the stress of my entire family being in one school, Eugene’s injuries, my emerging feelings for Wednesday, her family being in the same school, and solving a murder investigation that also involves our destiny to determine the fate of the school involving a clash with a murderous four hundred year old pilgrim. There is also something I’ve been wondering about, the night Rowan died when Wednesday touched my hand she had a vision, then the night of the Rave’N she was worried about me going out and running the risk of dealing with the monster, so now I just want to know what she saw in her vision of me.

— — —

Me, Jack, Jason, Ameila are all standing out by the gates waiting for our various family members to arrive. Most of them arrive in various limos but uncle Francis, Skyler, and Oliver all pull up on motorcycles doing their best to make in entrance. We greet our various family members and before I know it I’m face to face with my parents.

“Son.” My dad says deadpan.

“Father, Mother.” I return.

We stand there a few seconds before breaking out into laughter and hugging.

“How have you been?” My mom asks me.

“Fantastic, solving a murder investigation that involves a monster and Jericho’s founder Joseph Crackstone.” I reply.

“That’s my boy.” Dad says proudly wrapping and arm around my shoulder before turning to my siblings.

“Hey, assface.” I hear and as I turn I’m met with my sister Ruby.

“Shit brains.” I greet before once again laughing and hugging my relatives.

“Hey Y/N.” My sister Elizabeth greets.

“Hi.” Hi say hugging her.

We all start to head into the quad to hear Weems’ speech. Nevermore’s a haven blah blah blah. Stuff like that. The only part I paid attention to was when she said that Eugene is on the mend.

“That’s your roommate right?” My cousin Maki asked me.

“Yeah.” I say before walking off the second the speech is done.

I head over to Wednesday and Enid, I know Enid’s got it rough with her mother since she isn’t able to wolf out like the rest of her family so I try to be there for her when I can, but the fact that my family has contributed this much to overpopulation means I don’t have a lot of free time during Parent’s Weekend to comfort her about her situation.

“That is not your fault okay, the monster hasn’t attacked anyone in the past week, maybe you finally scared it off.” Enid said to Wends.

“Yeah it’s not your fault Wends, it’s mine.” I say trying to comfort her.

“Maybe the monster went into hiding to avoid this weekend.”

“Y/N, are you really choosing to talk up a couple of girls rather than be with your own family, I know you’ve always been popular with them but still.” My uncle Francis asks me walking over with my grandpa.

“Where are my manners, Wednesday and Enid, this is my uncle Francis Barron and my grandfather Tim Barron, grandpa, uncle, this is Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair.” I introduce

“Addams, are you Gomez’s kid?” Francis asks her.

“Yes, speaking of which I knew I should’ve worn my plague mask.”

“Well look at my family talk about toxic pack mentality, I give my mom thirty seconds before judgey claws come out, let’s get this over with.”

We all walk over to each of our respective families.

— — —

What is one of the arguably weirdest moments of the weekend so far is when my dad and Wednesday’s dad reunited.

“Oscar!”

“Gomez!”

The two ran up to each other, hugged, then did a secret handshake that only belongs in bad teen movies from the 80s. I talked with my family about the case and Eugene, leaving out anything about my feelings for Wednesday, but of course leave it up to Jack and Jason to ruin a good thing.

“Did he tell you guys about his hot goth girlfriend yet?”

“You know he’s got a girlfriend now right?”

“It can’t have been just me who thought he was aroace right?”

That kind of stuff.

Some of my family is talking with Wednesday’s, my brothers are talking with her’s, my dad and some of my uncles are talking with her dad, and my mom and aunt are talking with her mom.

“Would you look at that, our families is getting along so well” I point out.

“I know, it’s awful.” She replies.

— — —

Wednesday’s family went to go to family therapy while I continued to hang out with mine, some of us went into Jericho to hang out, we went into the Weathervane to grab some coffee and I noticed the Sheriff sitting down. He looks up and notices all of us, he had particular trouble dealing with my cousins Gojo and Oliver, they were the ones who most often broke the law.

“No, no, you two can not be back again, not again.”

“Well hello Sheriff Galpin, what can we do for you?” Gojo greeted him.

“Hey, it’s alright I’m helping him with the murder investigation, he’s cool, Sheriff you don’t have to worry my family is only in town for the weekend.” I defuse.

“That’s still one weekend longer than I have the patience for.”

“So do you have the DNA test back yet?” I ask.

“No, hold on this might be it, hello, you got the test?” He says answering a phone call. “Ah shit.” He says before walking out.

“Woah, dad what happened?” Tyler asked him.

“You know the local coroner? He just blew his brains out.”

Later we see Wednesday and her family storming out of Kinbott’s office and Bianca and her mom come in and start talking, I feel like they both want their privacy so I stay with my family while we hang out.

— — —

I manage to get some alone time when I head to the bee hives. It’s there that me and Wednesday run into each other.

“So, how was family therapy?”

“Awful, my mother still refuses to tell me the truth about Garret Gates, the man my father is accused of murdering.” She vents.

“That sucks, I sorry you have to deal with that.”

“Are we going to beat around the bush forever or are we going to finally talk about what happened last weekend?” She asked me.

“Which part, a lot happened?” I asked for clarification.

She then pulled me into the shed for some reason.

“You know even if someone was watching they probably only started getting suspicious now.”

“How could you not tell me you’re having panic attacks?”

“I didn’t know my mental health is any of your concern, what does it matter anyway?”

“If you have a panic attack in the middle of us dealing with the monster then it could put you at risk, and I don’t want to lose one of the only bearable people in this place.”

“As touching as that was, you don’t need to worry I’ll be fine.” I say before leaving the shed.

We gather some honey and head over to Eugene’s room to talk to him, this is Wends’ first time seeing him after the attack. Turns out she had Thing keep an eye on him.

“He didn’t deserve this, I should be in that bed.”

“Don’t say that Wends, it’s not your fault.” I say trying to comfort her.

We then feel hands on our shoulders and we turn around quickly to be met by Eugene’s parents, Sue and Janet, turns out he was talking about us all the time. We decided to leave as they deserved to have time with their son.

— — —

We’re now at lunch in Nevermore sitting with our families. Apparently Wednesday saw her mom visit Garret Gates’ grave earlier. My family and Wednesday’s are still joking around with each other. Enid and Ajax have seemed to patch things up since the Rave’N, Enid is still dealing with her mom’s disappointment in her lack of wolfness.

Suddenly the Sheriff is bursting in avoiding principal Weems’ questions and heading straight for Mr. Addams.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Garret Gates, you have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will appointed for you.”

Everyone sits there shocked at the scene unfolding before us.

— — —

Enid vented to me about how her mom wants to send her to lycanthropy camps to help her wolf out which is beyond messed up, Wednesday visited her father and is now convinced of his innocence, of course I believe her, she’s usually right about these sorts of things.

Later that night I’m woken up by the sound of my phone ringing. “Hello.”

“Y/N.” I hear the familiar deadpan voice on the other end.

“Wends, what’s up, I thought you didn’t have a phone.”

“I don’t, I need you to come down to the police station.”

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here.”

I sneak out and head to the station where I find Wednesday, and her parents in a couple of cells, she explains the story of how they got arrested to me and to say I was shocked and disturbed would be an understatement.

“To prove your fathers innocence you dug up a grave and stole the corpse’s finger to prove they had died before your father killed him?” I ask just to check.

“That is correct.” Wednesday confirms.

“And you didn’t invite me!” I shout, this could’ve been a very fun night of digging up graves and foiling conspiracies.

We end up going over our plan and the next morning Me and Wednesday’s brother Pugsley, bailed them out, it was then that me Wednesday, and Mrs. Addams go to Mayor Walkers office to talk to him about our theory.

He confirms that Garrett died of nightshade poisoning after his father gave him some to spike the punch at the Rave’N 30 years ago but he accidentally got some in his system. I swear that dance is cursed.

We manage to blackmail him into dropping all charges against Wednesday’s father. While we were at it I wanted to ask for a pet camel provided by the town but Wednesday said that was stupid.

— — —

Wednesday finally managed to start opening up to her mother about her powers and Mrs. Addams explains some of the aspects of their powers and their ancestors. Mr. Addams and the Sheriff managed to work things out as well. Enid finally stood up to her mom and her dad praised her, I always liked that guy. I have no idea what was going on with Bianca and her mom. My family congratulated me on freeing Mr. Addams and all of our families left, after they left Wednesday realized something shocking. Which is why we are barging into Weems’ office right now.

“You’re a shape shifter.”

“That’s a fascinating theory.”

“I curious to find out how Sheriff Galpin feels when I tell him.”

This causes Weems to admit to impersonating Rowan after he died and lying to the Sheriff, and that she had Rowan’s family support, that Rowan was driven insane and that his death managed to allow them to stop him or the school from being in hot water.

“I’m doing what I did to protect the school and shield the students from harm.”

“Tell that to Eugene, how are you protecting him?” I ask her.

We then hear shouting outside and look out the window to see fire burning on the lawn saying fire will rain.

— — —

I asked Wednesday to meet me in my dorm before we head to bed.

“Nice pets.” she compliments.

“Thanks, so there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” I tell her.

“Go on.”

“With everything going on, the chances of either of us getting hurt or dying is only getting higher so there’s something I should probably tell you.”

Wednesday looks a little nervous when I say that but manages to speak up. “Spit it out then, what is it?”

“I like you Wednesday, as in more than friends or partners.” I say, a look of shock spreads across her face. “I know you probably don’t feel the same way and that you’d probably think of this as a distraction from the case but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you never knew and I-” Before I can ramble on any more Wednesday closes the distance between us by kissing me.

We stay that way for a few seconds before she pulls back.

“I can’t deny my own personal feelings for you, we seem to be compatible in many different ways, we understand each other and are able to be around each other without vomiting, which can’t be said for most of the school.” She says, I laugh at the last part. “As annoying as your brothers are, I … care about you enough to look past them.”

We then kiss again for a few more seconds before Wednesday leaves and I spend the entire night wondering what just happened.

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Can art change society? – Ai Weiwei and Anish Kapoor

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rtscrobbles · 8 years ago

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if you're taking felix requests still can you do felix where he flirts with the reader and she couldn't care less for him except when he's playing with his knives cause she has a bit of of knife kink. i hope that's okay and makes sense.

“Do you seriously think that you scare me?” You laugh, raising your arms in front of your face ready to push him away. Felix shrugged with a smirk, his fingers teetering on a sharp object. You shake your head, you were both in the middle of training and of course Felix’s usual play of things was to catch you off-guard with his flirting -- of course it failed, every single time and you’d just laugh.

Felix pulls out a knife and teases, running his fingers up and down the blade. Your heart begins to beat out of rhythm and your stomach grows tight. Fuck. Knives were your weakness... but not in a bad way. “Felix, you don’t want to do this,” You warn, you could already feel the tension between you and the knife growing heavier and closer.

“Oh?” He smirks, walking towards you with his fingers curled around the handle of the knife. “Is Miss Y/N scared of knives?” He mocks, you look at him with cold dead eyes. “Scared? Scared is an understatement buddy,”

Felix raises his eyebrows, breaking his menacing facade for a moment, you swallow the bubble in your throat still making eye contact with Felix as you lower you arms. He had you at a standstill. “You’re into knives?”

“Tell anyone and you’re fucking dead Gates,”

“Felix to you,” He points the knife towards your neck, flashing his teeth. “Actually, knife master to you.”

You shake your head, your eyes still glancing on the silver blade, glistening in the sunlight.

��Can we take training... uh elsewhere?”

“Meet you at my quarters in 10,” Felix smirks, you turn around and start running towards the dorms -- Felix was right behind you.

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stareiiez · 7 years ago

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Felix’s Child Headcannons with a Male S/O

↝ Now the whole kid thing, of course, was more complicated than usual.

↝ You had suggested kids back in the early years of Felix’s mercenary era. The orange trash can was not having it.

↝ “Are you kidding me? Babe I’m just getting used to this gig, having a baby is not about to slow me the hell down now.”

↝ You backed down the idea and let his boner for money calm down, until you tried to bring the idea up two years later.

↝ “Listen, there’s adoption centers that are way less complicated than figuring out what goes on in Locus’s life.”

“Are you that dead set on having a child with me? Do you really love me that much to risk my lifestyle to rub off on a innocent child?”

“Hell yes I am, because anyone can see that I’m in love with an asshole of a human being and that’s okay.”

↝ After many trial and errors for several adoption agencies that Felix ruined from his ‘snarky attitude’ and sharp tongue. You both had settled on a small adoption agency instead.

↝ This time you actually gave him firm talk and a threat of no ‘fun time’ for a whole month. It straightened him right out and the interview went smoothly.

↝ You both had settled on a girl, because Felix wanted ‘someone else to love him and pay attention to him too’

↝ That was just an excuse for Felix to have a daddy’s girl to love and cherish.

↝ Raising a one year old girl was difficult. You did diapers, Felix didn’t.

↝ He mopped and swept the house. Laundry was definitely your thing. He can never cook but take out as a major option, since you barely could cook either.

↝ Felix painted her room a warm sunset orange with sparkly silver butterflies on the walls.

↝ “Listen babe, she’ll love it. It’s not too boyish because the colors are lighter and more ‘girly’ “

↝ The room was repainted to her favorite color years later. It cause Felix to cry and throw on his whole cry baby act for a week straight.

↝ Raising a sweet baby girl that was definitely a more daddy’s girl to you than she was to Felix was great.

↝ Although she sure was a rebel just like Felix, and gave the boys a run for their money all while chasing after her.

↝ You both settled on the name of Isabella Sammie Gates. Since Felix didn’t want some ‘hand me down name’ that her previous parents gave her.

↝ Locus teared up once you explained why her middle name was Sammie.

Locus’s Child Headcannons With A Male S/O

↝ Unlike Felix, Locus had thought out the idea of adopting a child with you.

↝ When you first brought up adoption Locus already had the wheels turning in his head about the whole situation.

↝ Also unlike Felix, Locus wanted two children. One boy and one girl.

↝ The night before the interview, while you were sleeping, Locus stayed up all night and read every parenting book that he had in the house.

↝ He finessed his way into the agency’s hearts in the matter of three minutes with his well placed words.

↝ Don’t get me wrong, he was nervous as all hell when it came down to meeting his children for the first time.

↝ The preparations on the other hand he could handle easily. Both bedrooms were painted by Locus and you. The boy’s bedroom was a portrait of a view he fell in love with during his time on Chorus, while the girls room was something out of a fairy tale.

↝ “It looks like Barbie threw up in here.”

“Shut up Sam. I’m spoiling her and if Barbie wants to take a shit in here too then it’s fine by me.”

↝ The day you two met your children Locus broke down. Literally he cried in front of a two year old boy and a one year old girl.

↝ Of course both were already named, so the debate over name choosing was never brought up.

↝ He never wanted to change anything about them anyway.

↝ Both children loved Locus and you so much. The boy wanted to be so much like Locus, because he was scary looking like a super villain.

↝ Although Locus encouraged his son never to be like him.

↝ Both of you had an easy time raising both children, even though he still gets nervous from time to time.

↝ He always questions and doubts himself if he’s doing something right or wrong.

↝ Nevertheless, Locus turned out to be one hell of a good father. With your help anyway, he managed to be one hell of a softie for bedtime stories and nap times with the kids.

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infernalodie · 2 years ago

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𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 || 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

“𝘖𝘩, 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳? 𝘖𝘩, 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘖𝘩, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳?“

Inspo: Kaleo - My Fair Lady

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: After coming back from a suicide mission, all you wanted was to be in the arms of your lover. Forget everything around you and get lost in her.

Warnings: Slight angst, some descriptive imagery of smut, and a tiny bit of fluff.

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You limped towards the front gates of the stadium. Heart humping against your chest with your eyes hung heavy from exhaustion. Body aching from the jumping and fighting you’ve put up with for the past three days. Constant fighting that it left you constantly holding your pistol in a slight panic. Always weary of your surroundings and the faintest of noises. But even before the suicide mission Issac had tasked you with, you had always been cautious of the things around you.

But after being stuck on the Seriphites island for two days. Using the environment and whatever was given to you as your weapons, it all grew ten folds. The assassination of the Seriphite’s leader was a success, giving the WLF some breathing room and time to conduct a new plan to hit the cultists with something else. Maybe you would get a drink with Issac or a day off for once.

Although those two options were great to think about, all you wanted was Abby at the moment. Just to sleep in your guys’ bed with her holding you for dear life. Kissing you on the cheek and allowing you to relax after three gruelling long days. Maybe she could patch up your wounds. Her calloused hands felt more relaxing than the soft ones from Mel or Nora.

Approaching the front gates, the distant yells from soldiers could be heard along with the screeching gears of the gates opening. Issac and Manny could be seen jogging over with your lips forming a tired smile. But they did not hold the same enthusiasm as you. Their focus only focused on the wounds covering your caramel skin. Blood still dripping from your quick attempts to patch them up in times of distress.

As you got closer, your legs buckled. Your top half had gotten heavier with the sudden relief and knowing that you were finally home. But before you could hit the ground, Issac caught you, kneeling in front of you as you inhaled shakily with a rough cough slipping past your lips.

You went to speak, but Issac was quick to shake his head. “You’re alright,” Issac comforted, his arms surprisingly wrapping around you in a gentle hug. “We’ll talk once you are inside and patched up.” Then he glanced at Manny. “Get her other arm. Let’s get her inside.”

The Hispanic man wrapped your arm around his shoulder, Issac doing the same with your other arm and they both carefully walked you inside. Guards hollering out orders and getting doors open so that the three of you could get through to the field.

Nora was rushing over with two others and a stretcher. “What are we dealing with?” She asked both her leader and friend as they helped you onto the stretcher.

“Cuts along her abdomen and arms. Gunshot wound in the leg- through and through.” Manny listed off.

But before Nora could nod and take you away to save your life, Issac caught her wrist. “You save her.” It was far more of an order than a plea. Damn near treading on the line of demand if he didn’t hold any power over the WLF. But people could understand why he would be such a way. You were one of their best fighters and clearly going to be a pivotal role in the next few months in dealing with the Seriphites.

She nodded, placing a hand on one of the rails of the stretcher and starting to pull you away. But you groaned. “Issac, wait.”

They all stopped turning to you as lifted a hand, one that the older man clasped with a clap. You hissed, the body still screaming in agony as you looked up at the man. “Their island is holding at least a thousand people. The South and the East side of the island are unguarded,” you explained. “If we still got RPGs, we can hit their most fortified spots and get a clear opening inside.”

Issac chuckled, hands tightening around yours. “Couldn’t save this for the meeting when you were feeling better?” He inquired.

A lazy smile formed on your lips as you dropped his hand softly. “Mission always comes first, right?”

For hours, you had been in the medical bay with Nora occasionally coming in to check your wounds. But with some stolen pain killers, you had been up and around. Crutches under your arms as you navigate the halls with Nora by your side. Already having given up trying to fight with you about your need to stay in bed.

It had led to the both of you making it up to Issac’s office where you didn’t care to knock. Stepping inside where a furious-looking Abby and annoyed Issac could be seen. A table with a map dividing the both of them.

“Thanks, Nora,” you muttered, patting her arm as she nodded, quietly shutting the door behind you.

“Baby.” You yelped, feeling the large and warm embrace of Abby as she held your small frame against her chest. The rough and tumble Abby Anderson shedding her skin to the one you were too used to at this point. Which you had missed since the last time you two shared a kiss before you left for your assignment.

A gentle chuckle tumbled from your lips as you patted her hip. “I’m all right. Just a few wounds- nothing I can’t handle.” Pulling away from her hold, you kept a gentle hand on her hip as you glanced at Issac and up at her. “What have you two been arguing about?”

“Abby here saw you when you were passed out,” Issac spoke up. “Safe to say she isn’t too happy that I sent you on your own.”

“Well, I still felt the same when you told me about her going out on her own, Issac.” Abby placed a hand on your side, fingers slightly tense. “I don’t want you sending her out on these anymore- End of story.”

“She got it done, didn’t she?”

“Guys just shut it for a sec!” You grumbled, silencing the pair. “It's over and done with. I’m alive and the Prophet is dead. Let’s just worry about what comes next in the coming weeks, alright?”

The pair, belligerently, nodded with Issac dismissing you. He wanted you rested up and ready as soon as possible so you could help with a lot of the planning for the next phase of the plan. Something Abby could easily tell but decided to keep her mouth shut about. It would do her no good starting up another argument when you were clearly exhausted and needed the time to relax.

Both you and Abby made your way back to your guys’ shared room. Thankfully, Manny wasn’t here, likely on assignment during the time he had heard you coming through the gate. So, it made the task of relieving yourself from your clothes far easier. Sitting on the edge of Abby’s bed and slowly discarding each article of clothing until you were bare with your underwear left. But even then, you just grabbed one of Abby’s shirts and slipped it over your head, your body becoming engulfed in the fabric that reached your mid-thighs.

“Did I ever tell you that you look adorable in my shirts?” She asked, glancing up from the glass of water.

You smiled in amusement, grabbing the blanket and lying down. “I think that’s only when you’re tearing it off of me,” you teased. “But I do think I look better when your fucking me.”

Abby clenched her jaw, head tilting to the side as she stared at you. Those types of comments would get you in trouble. She’d been deprived of you for far too long. A week without you felt like a month that then felt like a year. Too many nights had she relied on her fingers to give her the comfort only you could provide. Having to imagine all the possible scenarios you two could do her finally getting her taste for you.

But now having you back, she felt afraid to even act on her own desires. “I think we should out on sex until you are rested and healed up.” Abby handed you the glass of water, lips twitching into a grin. “That strap will come in hand soon though.”

You nearly choked on your drink, looking up at your girlfriend who burst out into laughter. You knew that she was joking, this was casual banter between the two of you after a mission. Sure, the both of you could have sex, but it would be lazy and rather unfulfilling. But you wondered how she would be with your recently retrieved toy.

How hard she wound pound into you. Or how slow her thrusts would be, wanting to torture you and see every little blissful expression form on your face. Maybe, she would just make you ride her, go as fast or as slow as you pleased as she did nothing but tease you throughout. Her rough calloused fingers rubbed against your clit and brought you the release you would so desperately need.

So many things could occur the moment she got ahold of that toy. Too many for you to think about in your current state. “I’m going to bed.” You squeaked out, placing the glass of water down and sliding beneath the shit near the wall. Knowing that it was cold and it was exactly what you needed.

Abby relieved herself of her shirt, slipping on a pair of shorts before sliding into the spot next to you. Her muscular arms wrapped around you carefully and pulled you flush to her chest. Her fingers tips brush across your ebony skin in soft and comforting figures. Feeling you hum in contentment, snuggling deeper into her chest.

“I didn’t think you would come back.” Her hushed words had you glancing over your shoulder partly. Seeing the way she didn’t meet your gaze, staring at the back of your neck with pursed lips. “I thought I would’ve found you strung up somewhere after a few weeks. I was so scared-”

“Abby, baby.” You rolled over to your other side, holding but the hiss of pain that wished to slip through your gritted teeth. Your hands clasped each side of her face, making her meet your gaze. “I’m here. Now- with you. Even when I thought I was dying on that island, the thought of you was what kept me going. Knowing that when I got back, I could be with you again. You were what kept me going, and truthfully, the Seraphites didn’t have a chance.”

A shaky laugh fell from Abby’s lips with a sniffle following. You smiled softly, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones as you sighed. “Nothing was going to stop me from getting back to you.”

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cactiem · 5 years ago

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flight cancelled | i.l

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

GIF Not Mine

This is for @lotsoffandomimagines. I hope you like it :D wishing you a happy holidays.

You groaned, slouching in your seat once the announcer had finished. Your flight had been cancelled due to weather. There was no way any hotel rooms would be available and you wouldn’t be able to get back into the city either so you had to stay in the terminal until the next available flight. You weren’t too bothered by your hold up, on the bright side it was warm in the airport.

You turned around to start heading towards the seating area when someone bumped into you, they clearly haven’t heard the announcement. "I’m so sorry." He apologised, looking between you and the clock.

"It’s okay." You assured him. You could tell he was about to start running again to try and catch his flight so before he could move you put your hand on his arm, stopping him. "I think your flight's cancelled."

"What?"

"Yeah, all of the flights are cancelled due to the weather." You told him and he groaned, letting out a few curses. "If you want you can come and sit with me. I’ve got a bunch of supplies that should hopefully see us through." You knew what it was like to be alone in an airport, it being the holidays just makes it worse. He smiled at you gratefully following you to some empty seats. "I’m Y/N."

"Isaac."

"Where were you flying to?" You asked once the two of you were sat down.

"LAX. I’ve got some friends in California so I was going to go and visit them for the holidays. The first time I’ve seen them for a few years." Isaac told you.

"I’m sorry that flight got cancelled. That sucks."

"What about you? Where are you going?"

"Not as exciting as you. Mines for work."

"So you’re happy that your flight got delayed then?" He asked.

"Something like that." You laughed.

After that the conversation between you flowed and snacks were shared. You found out about his friends and how everyone goes round Scott's house every year for the holidays. Issac told you about them and you could tell that he misses his friends and even kind of regret not visiting sooner. You told him about your job and how you were semi use to your flights being cancelled this time of year, that’s why you were so prepared.

The time had come for some of the flights to be up and running. Yours wasn’t ready yet but Isaac's was. You were a little upset that your time with him had come to an end as you enjoyed talking with him yet you were happy that he can finally go and visit his friends. You said your goodbyes and watched as Isaac made his way to his gate.

As you were looking in your bag you heard Isaac shouting your name making some people look your way. You smiled at them sheepishly before turning to him. "What are you doing? You’re going to miss your flight."

"I had to give you something before I got on that plane." He said, a little out of breath from running.

"Your number?" You asked when he handed you a piece of paper. "You ran so you could give me this?"

"I wanted to talk to you again. I really enjoy speaking with you." Isaac admitted. Before he could say anything else the last call for his flight was heard over the speakers. "It was nice meeting you Y/N and I hope you use that number." You bit your lip slightly, waving him goodbye and with the other hand bringing the piece of paper to your chest.

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tartagilicious · 5 years ago

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i’ll wait for you (arthur x reader)

major spoilers for arthur’s route [loosely inspired by this scene in titanic]

[8:07PM] She had been away for months on work related to a job after settling down permanently in the past, leaving the mansion almost as if she’d never been there in the first place. Her room was virtually spotless, and the same chores were done just fine without her; but her spot at the dining room table remained empty, just as the sheets hanging outside blew mirthfully in the wind as if she was still putting them up with a hum.

There was an inexplicable hole there that no one could correctly explain nor fill.

The residents were the only profound examples of traces of her. Sebastian did everything on his own as he once did, quieter in her absence. Vincent sat painting vivid memories of blooming flowers in place of her smiling face. Arthur slept alone through the nights again, writing as he did and living to see her once she returned.

He’d spent nights awake, unable to sleep because of the cold sheets next to him. Unable to put his mind to rest as they raced with the thought of her. Unable to write because his muse was no longer sitting next to him, smiling and lifting his spirits in a way that only she could.

Life, to put it blatantly, was simply a bore without her.

Everyone went about like the days before her for months, until one evening, there was a curious knock on the front door. Sebastian, being the house butler and the only one close enough to hear it, answered it with a formal tone that he’d since adopted to guests after seeing ___ kidnapped from right under his nose.

“Hello? Is there some-”

Sebastian trailed off, his tone depleting as his lips curved up into a pleasant smile. It wasn’t much, but, she could still tell that it meant that he was happy to see her.

“Hi, Sebastian. It’s great to see you again,” She giggled softly, her voice hushed as she put a finger to her lips. “Is there anyone else around? I missed everyone a lot while I was gone, but I want to keep this a secret for a little bit.”

“Are you planning something, ___?”

The mischievous tone to her voice has his smile growing slightly as he just nodded in silent understanding, watching the woman’s eyes crinkle in a smile.

“Thanks, Sebastian. If I can ask, do you know where everyone is at the moment?”

“Is this part of your plan?”

“..Maybe.”

He couldn’t help a quiet laugh as he began telling her what she wanted to know. “Everyone’s in for the most part. Mozart, Arthur, and Dazai are the only ones out, but they should all be back soon.”

She hummed, nodding along as he recited the list of residents that were currently out. She pondered when hearing Arthur’s name come up, momentarily disappointed, but put it aside, knowing she would have plenty of time with him later.

“Ok. Thank you so much Sebastian. ”

He merely chuckled and took a step back, politely putting an arm out as he said, “Of course. Welcome home, ___.”

She stepped inside with the tenacity of a spy, quietly manoeuvring about the halls as quickly as she could without signifying her presence. Her quick steps cast her shadow briefly onto the carpeted floors through the bay windows, but the only thing that gave evidence of her ever being there was the small indent her heel made in the carpet.

She grinned to herself giddily as she shut the door to her room softly behind her, dropping her bags and immediately going to sit on the bed. But, as she went, she noticed something that stopped her first. A small pile of paper, maybe 4 or 5 pieces, every single one folded down with nothing but her name starkly printed in the middle.

Curiously, she delicately took one in her hands, her eyebrows curving gently as she began to read the letters addressed to her.

‘I actually find myself enjoying writing these to you, ___. I dare say it feels just like speaking to you in real life — I’m kidding. I would much rather talk to you in real-time, but I suppose these letters will have to be enough for now.’

She stopped, looking up with her brows knitted as she picked up the other letters. Five of them, there were, every single one was addressed to her, and every single one written by one man.

Arthur’s handwriting was a curvy scripture that came with decades of practice, and his letters were always easily identifiable, if not by his words. It had been a long time since she’d last talked to her lover, but unlike him, the letters were barely enough for her, even now.

She put the last one down after what felt like hours of re-reading them, and felt a fuzzy feeling envelop her chest. She had been planning on surprising him by coming back unannounced, but now she wished more than anything that he could’ve been waiting for her at the gates at her arrival.

It felt like all of the moments she’d spent missing him were complied into one in that single moment. Six months worth of heartbreaking moments and abstract thoughts, all compiled into one cruel moment when he finally had the chance to be around, but wasn’t.

Sighing and letting her hand fall limp in her lamp, she turned her head to look out the window and into the setting sun. The sky was a lonely mix of purples and blues, the sun hanging just below the treetops as it began to disappear for the night. It was likely that Arthur was out drinking at the moment, playing witty games with anyone that willed to play against him. The night was still young, as he’d say, and there was still plenty of time to make use of it.

Yet, knowing it had been her choice to surprise him, she stuck to it, suppressing her emotions and resolving to wait until he arrived home. It was at least better off to spare at least part of her heartbreak, so, she revealed herself to the other residents of the mansion not long after reading Arthur’s letters.

Le Comte was overjoyed to see her back in the mansion, asking her about her job with all the affection of an old friend. Even Theo seemed happy that she were back, ruffling her hair and promptly teasing her about Arthur before Issac whacked him on the back of the head. Leonardo was the one to pull the two apart as she laughed, greeting her with a charming smile and a deftly phrased ‘cara mia’.

She truly felt at home with everyone she’d met there; that was why she’d decided to stay in the mansion, after all. They were like family now, and she couldn’t possibly have just left them behind after everything that had happened. Everyone had been so incredibly kind to her, even if it wasn’t always outright. It was because of them she decided to stay, and it was because of them that she knew she could never leave.

Time passed quickly as she made her way around the mansion, greeting everyone and catching up on everything she’d missed in the months she’d been separated from her friends. It ended up being late as she began to make her way back to her room, having decided that she’d take a short nap until Arthur came home. Still, even knowing that she would have to wait a bit longer to see her lover again, she walked through the halls with a small smile on her face. She felt content just simply being around everyone again, and she had been taking that feeling with her wherever she went.

It followed her almost like an expensive perfume, and left anyone that happened to be in its wake in a significantly better mood. It was a power that only someone like her could have, and was something no one dared to dispute.

The first thing Arthur noticed when he came back home was the change in atmosphere. Little details such as that came naturally to him as a mystery writer, but he was still stumped in finding the reason behind the light air that held the mansion. She briefly flashed across his mind, but he was quick to remind himself that couldn’t possibly be it.

She was still away.

Feeling down despite the mood swirling around the halls, he began to make his way to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. Sebastian knew full well by now the habits of the man as he usually had a hot pot of coffee running on the stove for when Arthur came back, and tonight was no different. It was one of the only things substitutable for blood, but more frankly, it was one of the only things that managed to sober him up.

Humming an old British drinking song that wouldn’t be invented until nearly decades later, he walked through the halls towards his room with a steaming cup in one hand and his glasses hanging off the other. Like almost every other night, he planned to fall asleep by simply writing until he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore; until his mind was too tired to dawdle on her absence.

But, turning a corner and spotting the back of an all-too familiar head, he deemed that his plans might have to change.

Almost fumbling for his glasses, he slid them on just to make sure his tipsy brain wasn’t playing cruel tricks on him. And sure enough, she was real, and she was clear as day walking in front of him. The kitten heels she wore left small imprints in the carpet, and that alone was enough proof for him.

She reached for the doorknob to her room, and even began to walk inside, but just briefly, she turned her head and met his gaze for a moment. He obviously hadn’t registered to her yet, but, when he did, she took a step back with her brows curved delicately.

“Arthur?”

The sound of her inquisitive voice sent a fluttery feeling straight to the centre of his chest, and he couldn’t help a smile as he playfully scolded her.

“You couldn’t have told me when you were coming back, ___? I’m hurt.~”

She laughed as she let go of the door knob and faced towards him, shrugging just as playfully.

“I figured you being the last to know would up the surprise a little. Did it work?”

He smiled to himself as he set down his cup of coffee on a nearby accent table, his grin bright and his eyes happy.

“Too well, I’m afraid. You’ll have to make it up to me.”

She rose a brow, flirting back almost naturally even after all time she hadn’t seen him. “And how can I do that, Arthur?”

He held out his arms expectantly as she broke into momentary excited laughter, hurrying over to him and throwing her arms around his neck at last. Smiling into his shoulder, she marvelled at the affectionate feeling flooding into her as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I missed you so terribly, ___.” He admitted this softly into her hair, his arms around her tightening securely as he sighed. “I’m glad you came back.”

“Of course I came back.” She whispered, leaning back to look him in the eyes. “I told you that night. I promise that I will never disappear on you.”

Hearing the words spoken aloud again had a type of feeling spreading through his chest mixed with relief and endearment. For decades, he had lived with demons he couldn’t shake; yet she seemed to do it with every word.

His lips curved up into a small smile, his eyes warm as he pulled her back into him. And finally, with a single whisper of a breath by her ear, he relaxed.

“I know you wouldn’t.”

#ikemen vampire #Arthur conan doyle #ikevam #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #otome #this isn’t even good but take it ok #IM SORRY I CANT STOP WRITING ARTHUR #do you guys really mind tho ;)#someone take my laptop away from me smh #grace is ON CRACK #this is the last one I swear tho I’ve got a Eugene rq coming out soon

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New Romantics-3: Blame and Blood

New Romantics Masterlist

Author’s Note: This is a multi-chapter sequel to Wildest Dreams

Summary: Dean told y/n that she’d pick up the machete and rock salt again, but he’s surprised to see her at Harvelle’s Roadhouse less than a year later. She’s nervous to tell him and Sam the catalyst for her to start hunting again.

Pairing(s): Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader x Dean (no wincest), surprise! x Reader (no actual smut here, just sexual aggressiveness)

Word Count: 4397

Story Warnings: Smut, 18+ HERE BE SEX, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!, anal sex, oral sex (fem and male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, bloodplay, canon-appropriate character deaths, manipulation, BoyKing!Sam and Intended Queen!Reader!

Chapter Warnings: Alcohol as a crutch, depression, self-blame, Dean blaming reader for shit, BoyKing!Sam, manipulation, demon blood, being high on demon blood...

Bobby's been calling me for days, leaving voicemails about the end of the world, but I can't answer. I can't return the calls. I can't prepare for the end because I can't stop seeing Dean in my head sobbing over Sam's lifeless body. I can't stop hearing her-fault in my head. I've crawled into a bottle... and another... and another. I've been sprawled out on this motel bed for two days, a steadily growing pile of empties on the floor.

I'm blacked out when Bobby shows up, picks my lock and lets himself into my motel room. He picks me up and drops me in the bathtub, turns the shower on to spray cold water across me. I moan and try to escape the cold, but Bobby holds me down with a hand on my collar. "You need to sober up, girl. You missed some important shit while you were in the bottom of those bottles, ignorin' my calls."

"Bobby, no. Go 'way."

"I ain't here for your self-pitying bullshit, kid. Hundreds of demons escaped a hell's gate and you've been here-"

"I got Sam killed!" I exclaim, grabbing Bobby's hand and trying to pry his fingers off of my shirt.

"And Dean brought him back!"

My eyes widen at that, and I sit up. "He didn't do what John did. Tell me he didn't do what John did!" Bobby just looks away from me and I scramble to get out of the tub. The motion makes me nauseated, and I scrabble along the tile floor to eject whiskey into the toilet bowl. Bobby pulls my hair out of my face and rubs my back. "How long?" I groan, the sound bouncing off of the porcelain.

"A year. A year to get him out of it, girl. A year to fix the mess the yellow eyed demon made." Bobby stands and heads into the main room, tossing a towel and a new set of clothes from my duffel. "We need you, sweetheart. We need you sober and not drowning in guilt. It wasn't yer fault."

"Sam wouldn't've left. I tried to get him to... he wanted to save them, and they killed him an' I wasn' 'ere."

Bobby sighed, heavily, as I pulled myself up from the bathroom floor, pulling on the sink counter. "That ain't important. What's important is fighting the army the demon brought forth." I look up into the old man's tired eyes and take a deep breath. "Don't matter if you think they want you there, y/n. We need you there. Ash is gone. We need yer brains."

I nod. "Let me get a real shower. I'll be out in a few." He squeezes my shoulder and walks out of the bathroom.

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I drink a bit of the dog that bit me and I start combing through newspapers, looking for signs of the hundreds of demons Bobby says made it out through the hell's gate in Wyoming. "Sam an' Dean said you was... you were like Sam? That's why you were in Cold Oak?" Bobby asks, suddenly. I look down. "Why didn't you say somethin'?"

"Why didn't I tell a hunter that I could read minds and had been having visions of death and destruction and that I dropped my shotgun on a hunt and made it fly back to my hand with my mind? Is that a question you're actually asking me, Bobby?"

"I wasn't gonna hurt you, y/n! I've known you since you were knee-high."

"I know, but I didn't even tell my father when I started having visions, Bobby. I only told Sam because I... I had to." I shake my head. "It doesn't matter. It's gone. Since I've been sober... ish... Since I've been awake, I've noticed it's gone. I can't hear you. It's over."

"That's over, but the rest ain't." Bobby says, pulling his laptop up.

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We find a swarm of cicadas and some crop death in Lincoln, Nebraska and load up in his old Chevelle. Bobby calls Sam from the road, putting the phone on speaker so I can talk, too, even though he knows I won't. "Hey, Sam."

"Hey, Bobby." Sam responds.

"What'cha doin'?"

"Oh, same old, same old."

"You buried in that book again?" It's the same book Sam's apparently been looking at for a week. "Sam, you wanna break Dean free of that deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book."

"Then where, Bobby?"

"Kid, I wish I knew. So, where's your brother?"

"Polling the electorate." Sam answers.

"What?" Bobby doesn't get the Simpsons reference, but I do. Dean's fucking some skank in a dirty motel. A thrill of jealousy runs through me but I ignore it. I have no right.

"Never mind." Sam dismisses.

"Well, you boys better pack it up. I think we finally found something."

"We?" Sam asked.

I want to shake my head, leave it as long as possible before the Winchesters know I'm involved, but I bite my tongue and Bobby sighs. "Y/n. I found her."

"Is she okay?" Sam asks, a worried tone on his words. "Where did she go after Cold Oak?"

Bobby gives me a look that says 'I told you you were overreacting, girl' and clears his throat. "She thought she got you killed, so she tried to drown herself in bourbon."

"What? She didn't get me killed. Bobby, it wasn't her-"

"Yeah, now she's blamin' herself for Dean makin' that deal, too."

"None of this woulda happened if I'd just listened to her, Bobby. She tried to get me to leave the others to their own devices, she tried to warn me about Ava back before Lily even turned up dead. None of this is her fault."

"Dean thinks it is." I say, finally.

"Y/n! What-"

"Before I ran, when he was... when he was holding you, I could hear it, feel it... he blames me, Sam, and he's not wrong."

"Yes, he is. He's very wrong. It's not your fault, y/n." I bite my lip. "If Dean still thinks that, he's wrong. All you did was get out. That's it. Jake stabbed me, and he only had that opportunity because I didn't kill him when I had the chance. All of it... all of it was the demon's fault."

I swallow and look down. "If I'd stayed, I could have helped."

"Or you could've got yourself killed, too. Look, we'll talk more when we get up together. What'd you find, and where?"

As Bobby runs down the information for Sam, I bite my thumbnail. I'm nervous about seeing them but happy that Sam at least doesn't blame me for his demise. We make it to the outskirts of Lincoln early the next morning and we quickly find the house which seems to be ground zero for the cicada plague. We don't go in, calling Sam to let him know where we are, and I hop up onto the back of the Chevelle to wait for the boys. "So, where's your daddy been, girl?" Bobby asks, trying to make small talk.

"He's been down in South America. There's some... Norte Chicoan artifact he's trying to track down. He didn't give me much in the way of details. He was trying to respect my... decision to stay out of the game."

Bobby looks down. "He know yer back in?"

I shake my head. "What would I say, Bobby? 'I started having visions and doing weird shit with my mind so I got back into hunting to prove to a demon that I wasn't gonna play his game?' No. No, I don't think that'd fly. Just keep... doing what I'm doing."

There's a moment of silence. "Ain't my business, but you might wanna call 'im. Since ya almost died in Cold Oak and yer back huntin' puttin' yer life in danger... might be a good thing fer a dad to know."

I sigh. Calling Dad is about as high on my list as an ice pick lobotomy. Fortunately, we don't have to keep talking, because the familiar roar of Dean Winchester's Impala engine pulls our attention to the end of the driveway. The Winchester boys get out of the car, Dean chewing on a burger. His eyes jump to mine, then pointedly look away. Sam wraps his arms around me and I melt, wrapping my arms around his chest. "Sam, I'm so sorry." I whisper, just loud enough for Sam to hear me.

"It's not your fault." He whispers.

I pull back and sigh, loudly, unable to stop it. "I wish I could still read your mind. I could use some of those complimentary thoughts."

Sam kisses my forehead. "I'll tell you all about what I'm thinking later, okay?" I nod. He turns to Bobby, hands going into his pockets. "So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here, or what?"

"Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero." Bobby says walking toward the front door of the farmhouse.

Dean pops a piece of gum into his mouth to deal with his early-morning burger breath and knocks on the door. "Candygram!" He shouts. No one answers, so Dean pulls out his lock pick equipment and the rest of us pull our guns. As soon as the door opens, we're hit with a wall of stench, the smell of decay causing us to flinch and cover our noses.

"That's awful." Sam says quietly.

"That so can't be a good sign."

I find the sitting room first, gagging as I look at the family of desiccated corpses watching 'Dallas', though the television probably wasn't on 'Dallas' when they died. Sam and Dean burst into the room and recoil at the smell. Bobby's next. No one knows what happened here. Dean tells us to check for sulfur, then stops us with a whistle to gesture at us, let us know he saw something outside. He walks out to the porch and Bobby and I follow around the other side of the house. We watch as Dean gets beat down with the butt of a shotgun by a semi-familiar face.

"Issac? Tamara?" Bobby says, rushing forward.

"Bobby! What the hell are you doing here?" Tamara's accent makes the connection in my head and I rush forward.

"I could ask the same." Bobby responds.

"Tamara!" I smile at her.

"Y/n! Look at you! You were just a wee thing last I saw you!"

"I was eighteen, that's not so wee." I say.

"Sixteen." Sam corrects, quietly, walking up behind me. Shit. Sometimes even I forget Dad and I added two years to my age.

"Heya, Bobby. Hey, y/n." Issac greets.

"Hello." Dean raises an arm and pitifully waves for attention. "Bleeding here." I reach out and grab his hand, pulling him up off the porch easily. He discretely rubs his hand against his jeans like he's trying to rid himself of my cooties. I sigh and retreat away from him before he sees the devastation in my eyes. I turn the corner of the house and Sam is almost instantly upon me.

"Hey. You okay?"

"I don't need to be a mind reader to know what he's thinking. He still blames me."

"He's wrong." Sam insists.

"Yeah. So you keep saying." I take a deep breath. "It's fine. More important things. I'm gonna go find a pay phone and... call in the bodies." I smile tightly and rush away.

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I've kinda dissociated since we've been at Tamara and Issac's place. I feel like I'm being watched. I feel like I need to kill something. I feel like I need a drink. I come back to myself as Dean walks into the room with his phone up to his ear. "Well, Jenny, if you look as pretty as you sound, I'd love to have an... appletini. Yeah. Call you." He hangs up and looks around the room. "That was the coroner's tech."

"And?" Sam asks.

"Get this. That whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."

"But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away." Bobby says.

"Right. What is this, a demon attack?" Sam asks.

"If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty." Bobby says.

"Well, what now?" Dean looks around the room. "What should we do?"

"Uh, we're not gonna do anything." Issac says.

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

"You guys seem nice enough, but this ain't Scooby Doo and we don't play well with others." Issac answers.

"I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together." Sam says.

"No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get open in the first place."

"No offense?" Dean says, his eyebrows scrunched together.

Heat fills my chest. "Were you there? They didn't let shit-"

"Y/n, don't." Sam says.

"No! This ain't on you. Jake opened that door! Jake killed you and opened that door and Bobby fuckin' closed it."

"They shoulda stopped Jake before it got open." Issac growls at me.

"Issac." Tamara admonishes. "Like you've never made a mistake."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though."

Dean chuckles, but he feels like he's about to throw a punch. I feel the same. "All right. That's enough."

"Guys, this isn't helping. Dean-"

"Look, there are a couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us. On all of us." Issac says. Tamara grabs his arm and pulls him away.

"Okay, that's enough testosterone for now." She says, leaving the room.

I shake my head and stomp out of the house. I bite my lip and start walking. I don't know where I'm walking, but I'm completely certain I'm not going back to Tamara and Issac's place. I make it to the mains of Lincoln before I decide to hit a bar. I drop onto a stool and order a bourbon. The bartender gives me a look that says he knows I'm in a bad place, but he doesn't ask. I down it quickly and hold up my hand for another. "You'll never be able to stop this alone, you know."

"I'm not alone." I turn to the owner of the accented voice. "And stop what?" I gawk a little at the attractive older man. He looks to be about forty-five, maybe fifty, with striking hazel-gold eyes. He's wearing a designer suit, Armani or something. He obviously catches my stare because his lips twist into a smug smirk.

"Well, you look alone, darling." He leans closer to me and I get a whiff of a musky cologne, strong scotch whiskey and just a hint of rotten eggs. "Sitting here drinking while your boyfriends try to figure out what happened in that farmhouse."

"I don't have boyfriends." I smirk and lean away from him. "And I bet you could tell me what happened in that farmhouse, couldn't you?"

"I could. Do you want that?"

"And why would you do that? Why would you give me information, when I know what you are?"

"You don't know the half of what I am, pet." He smirks. "But the most important thing that I am is someone who was just fine with the old status quo. I'm someone who doesn't need or want a bunch of bloody ancients muckin' about in my territory, and I'm someone who can help you win the bloody war Azazel brought on."

"Listen to you sayin' 'someone' like you're a people. It's adorable." I take a drink of bourbon and lick it from my lips. I study its face, looking for... something. "How could you possibly help me win the war?"

"I can give you your powers back, teach you control. You can use your little gifts to save people, put things back the right way. The End of the World isn't very good for sales, I'm sure you understand."

I nod. "So, you're a crossroads demon."

"Crowley. King of the crossroads demons." His eyes fill in with red as he extends his hand. I take it, my eyes not leaving his... its eyes. Not a man. It's an 'it'.

"How can you give them back? The Yellow-Eyed Demon is dead." I won't admit to this creature that I miss the powers, that I miss knowing what people are thinking. That I was getting used to it, that I was hoping to get stronger.

"He's obviously not the only demon who knows how to tap into what you've got inside you, darling. Now, do you know how he turned you and all his special children into special children?"

I lick my lips and drop its hand. Bobby filled me in on this. "Demon blood. I was force-fed it as a baby."

"Right." It nods, its eyes regain the green-gold quality of its vessel. "Every bit of what made you extraordinary imparted in a few drops of blood."

"You obviously don't know what makes me extraordinary, then." I respond.

He smiles. It's not a smirk. It's a real, honest smile. "You're wrong about that. I know exactly what makes you extraordinary. And how sexy you can make a word like 'daddy' is only a small part." I look away from him. I don't know how he knows about that, but I'm not going to comment. "Your dedication to the job is paramount. You want to help people. I can help you help people."

"And what, you just need my soul?" I roll my eyes.

"No. Not your soul. I just need you to have a drink." He produces a glass vial with a dark red liquid in it.

"Is that-"

"Yes. It's mine, if that helps."

"Not much." I swallow and reach out to grab the vial. "I don't... What am I supposed to do with this?"

"You're not stupid, y/n." His fingertips release the glass and slide across my wrist. "A few drops gave you your gifts, what do you think a few more would do for you?"

I look down at his hand on me and shake my head. "You'll do well to keep your hands to yourself, Crowley, King of the Crossroads. Because I'm not stupid and I'm not going to be seduced by a demon."

He smirks and pulls his hand away, conjuring a burn phone and setting it on the top of the bar. "My number's the only one in there. Call when you decide to drink that. I'll work you through it."

I tuck the vial in my pocket and swivel on the bar stool until I'm looking straight at him. "And the family in the farmhouse?"

"Ah, yes. Check Binsfeld's Classification of Demons. Under 'S'." The demon says before disappearing. I immediately pull out a pen and write down 'Binsfeld's Demons- S' on a cocktail napkin. The vial feels heavy in my pocket as I throw down money on the counter and leave the bar.

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I get a motel room and pour salt lines along the door and windows. I pull out the laptop I swiped from the room next door with the passed out businessman on the bed and find a digitized copy of Binsfeld's Classification of Demons after hacking a student sign-in for Harvard. I scroll to the S section and just past the demon Samhain, which just gives me more reason to hate Halloween, I see it. The Seven Sins. Not just sins, but actual demons which specialize in inspiring their specific sin. The farmers, they were just too lazy to get up and feed themselves, get water. Sloth's touch.

I read the entire entry three times before I sigh and shut the laptop. I flop face-down onto the bed and groan as the vial in my pocket digs into my leg. I pull it out of my pocket and slam it down on the side table, trying to ignore it and fall asleep, but my eyes keep opening and focusing on the bottle. I close them, tell myself it's stupid to even entertain the idea of drinking blood, especially demon blood, but after about twenty minutes I sit up and swipe the vial off of the table. I twist it, twirling it between my fingers, watching the dark red liquid move in the bottle, like a wave of dark syrup.

I know I shouldn't do it. I'm not stupid. Even the demon said I'm not stupid. But sometimes I make really stupid decisions.

As I twist open the top of the bottle, I tell myself that it's just scientific curiosity. That the demon put forth a hypothesis of what drinking his blood would do for me and I'm just testing to see if he was right. It's a lie. I know it's a lie. The blood is calling to me. I don't know if it's that I know it can give me back my gifts or the blood I've had in me my whole life yearning to be joined with the blood in the vial, but I know I need to taste it. Just a taste.

I dab a drop of blood onto my left index finger and stare at it. It's lighter in color outside of the bottle. I lick my lips and bring my hand up to sniff at the blood drop. It smells like iron and sulfur, which is exactly what I was expecting. "This is stupid." I go to wipe the blood off on my jeans, but I stop myself. "Fuck." I detour the finger up to my mouth and lick the blood off. It takes a few minutes to kick in, but when it does, I go into shivers. My body is suddenly burning hot and the motel room feels freezing cold. On the back of the sudden fever and my heart pounding in my ears, I notice that I can feel everything. Things I never noticed before, like the scratchy blanket I was lying under that I can feel every fiber of the fabric, the vibrations from the light in the lamp on the bedside table, the weight of the denim of my jeans. "Oh, my god." I whine.

The phone in my pocket goes off and I flip it open. "You were supposed to call me, Baby Girl." The demon's voice sends a shiver through my entire body and it's not because of the fever. My body reacts to the nickname conjuring up images of John in my head and I whimper. "I'm right outside your motel, sweetheart. Open the door."

"There's salt." I mutter.

"Then, move it. Don't you want me to help you, Baby Girl?"

I whine. "Don't call me that."

"You like it. Come on, pet, I can't help you through the phone."

"I don't even wanna move." I admit, sitting up.

"How much did you have, y/n?"

I take a deep breath and shuffle across the carpet to open the door. I run my boot across the salt line. "I had one... just a... just one drop." I move out of the way and he steps inside. It. It steps inside. Fuck, why did I just let it in?

"One drop, just to see what it does?" He places his hands on my hips and walks me backwards to the bed. I look into his vessel's eyes, breathing heavily. His fingertips feel warm, his body comfortable against mine. "Yore incredibly sensitive, aren't you? Thought a girl who's been drinking hard liquor since she was fifteen would have a bit more resistance."

"Liquor's not the same." I breathe out.

"Not at all." He smiles and pushes me to the bed. "Now, darling... tell me what I'm thinking."

I shake my head. "I don't know."

"Come on. It's only been a few days, Baby Girl. Yore not that rusty. What am I thinking?" I close my eyes as he climbs onto the bed with me, heavy hand running up under my shirt and rubbing his thumb in sweeping motions across my abs. An image forms in my mind. It's cloudy, grey around the edges, but it makes me moan when it comes into focus. Crowley with his face between my thighs, my wrists tied to the headboard above my head, me writhing under him. "That's a good girl. You know exactly what I'm thinkin', don't you?"

"No." I'm not denying that I know what he's thinking. I'm denying him. I grab his wrist and stop his hand in its upward movement. "You're... you're a demon."

"And you're high on my blood. Do you know how good it'd feel for you?" He leans down over me, brushes his lips over mine. "I can make you feel amazing."

"You're supposed to be helping me, not trying to fuck me." I whisper, closing my eyes as more images pour into my brain, each more raunchy that the last.

"I can do both." He growls against my mouth, pressing his lips harshly into mine. It feels good. I whine into him. He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it off. I shiver in the cold of the room, but he immediately covers me with his warm body. He pushes my legs apart and settles between them, runs his tongue along my neck. "I'll fuck you until you come down from the blood and then we'll work on your powers." My phone goes off and it jolts me enough to bring me back to the real world, back to who I really am. I push the demon off of me and reach out my hand, smiling softly as my shirt flies into my hand.

"You're a demon." I slide the shirt over my head and pull my phone out. "I'm not fucking you." I check my text and smile. It's Sam. He's worried about me. I text to let him know I'm fine, that I got a motel and I'll track him down tomorrow. Then I turn to Crowley. "Start teaching, or I get the salt."

"More resistance than I thought you had." He grumbles, rolling off the bed. "Come on. Stand up. We've got a lot to do."

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