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mrsspidermanmaryjanewatsonparker · 6 years ago

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Let’s debunk this shit.

First off...why should we, on the topic of Spider-Man, actually place stock by the guy who has in the past argued Sins Past is as, if not more, bad than One More Day when anyone with an ounce of knowledge of how writing craft works would realize this is abjectly false. As a story the flaws in Sins Past amount to it inserting something into the past that doesn’t fit at all. One More Day by contrast not only does this but needs to violently ignore 45 yrs of established characterization to even function and even then it fails since it needs to contradict its own narrative.

Oh and you know MovieBob is the guy who said ‘That Spec cartoon wasn’t as good as people make it out to be. People like it more for what it could be than what it was.’...WTF was he even watching.

But let’s dive into some more specifics of Bob’s argument.

“OMD ‘needed’ to happen.”

This is objectively untrue.

Let’s give the benefit of the doubt and say what Bob meant wasn’t so much that Spider-Man needed to make a deal with the Devil but rather it was necessary to get rid of Spider-Man’s marriage.

I can’t bring myself to do a 3000 word essay on why the latter alone is idiotic, sexist, myopic and utterly false but here is a cliffnotes version.

There are 2 fundamental problems with Bob’s line of thinking.

The 1st is that to end the marriage you needed to outright alter Spider-Man’s history via a soft DC style continuity reboot thus creating in a literal sense an alternate universe version of Spider-Man who’d just never been married in the first place.

Put simply Spider-Man’s marital status could’ve been ended in universe through numerous methods that avoided that. He could’ve gotten divorced. The US government as some kind of petty revenge upon Spider-Man turning on the Registration Act could’ve legally annulled his marriage along with certain other legal aspects of his life. There could’ve been a reveal that due to a legal loophole nobody realized at the time technically speaking Peter and MJ had never been married in the first place despite believing they were.

None of this would’ve fixed the most egregious contrivance of OMD and OMIT, that by simply never having been married magically this = Peter and MJ would break up. You still need to justify THAT separately which OMD didn’t even attempt to do. OMD in isolation erases their marriage but it doesn’t explain or justify why doing this would mean they are now no longer in a relationship. OMIT tried and miserably failed to do that because once again it required the abject ignoring of decades of established (and logical) characterization.

But what should we expect from the guy who in another video once said Superman would be a jerk if he married Lois Lane because of the stress and dangers it’d expose her to, specifically comparing it to real life people who’s jobs offer comparable examples. ‘Superman would never put Lois Lane through that’ said Bob (though I am paraphrasing I admit.

Why?

If REAL people do that then why WOULDN’T Superman OR Spider-Man do so?

It’s a line of thought which amounts to Bob saying those people shouldn’t have marital relationships. And that is gross.

The 2nd problem with Bob’s ‘it needed to happen’ assertion is the notion that CREATIVELY it was necessary for the health of Spider-Man.

Let’s ignore how creatively (and financially) Superman has been on the up and up since 2016 when he got his marriage BACK.

Instead let’s consider for a moment...why?

Why CREATIVLY does Spider-Man need to not be married to work? Why does he need to be single for his long term creative/financial health?

There is no answer because the truth is he isn’t. Spider-Man’s love life is relevant only in so far as the series follows his life and not being asexual romance is a part of that. At which point if you are arguing for his long term creative health he needs to be able to swap out the women he’s going to be romantically/sexually involved with why then does that not also apply to literally every other character connected to every other part of his life?

It doesn’t.

It’s a bullshit argument born of an ignorant lack of questioning. It’s born of “Well it’s got to be this way because it’s always been this way and it’s worked that way.” Ignoring how it doesn’t and how you know...Marvel comics itself exists off the back of saying “Maybe it doesn’t have to just be this way. I don’t like that way in fact, I like the idea of trying it this other way.”

Spider-Man being single keeps Spider-Man stunted and in a state of doomed to failure. It literally renders his love life redundant because every reader (and this applied before 1987 when he got married, but applies a thousand times more now) knows his romances will never amount to anything and that they are glorified Bond girls. And I’ll be honest the substance (such as there is) in the Bond movies NEVER lies with the Bond girls with the sole exceptions of those few movies where they tease you with the idea that he has deeper feelings for them.

Then you have the fact that marriage as a part of most people’s lives and a responsibility is outright tailor made for the character who’s core concept is entwined around the interconnected idea of responsibility and being a (relatively) normal person. It’s not different to him graduating from High school or moving out of Aunt May’s house or getting a job.

But let’s look at the franchise in the wake of OMD creatively and financially has it been doing better than before?

LOL NOPE!

In 2016 we had the Power Play arc. This arc was THE Spider-Man event of the year. It tied into the previous Spider event of 2015, Renew Your Vows by introducing the incredibly powerful villain Regent who’s powers were that he had the powers of EVERY other hero virtually and in RYV took over all of NYC following killing the X-Men and Avengers on his own. It guest starred fan favourite Miles Morales, the first substantial appearance of the character in Amazing Spider-Man since his migration into the 616 universe. It also guest starred lead character of the MCU and (then) Marvel comics poster boy Iron Man fresh from his hyped up run under Bendis, the biggest name in comics of the previous 20 years. It also teased the appearance of the newest team of Avengers, a brand that has been huge since 2012 for obvious reasons. Oh and it featured the return of another fan favourite Mary Jane who was once more being used to tease the possibility of her and Spider-Man’s romantic reunion which had been a surefire way of raising hype for a story since 2008 onwards. Oh and it was clearly a tie-in to the international blockbuster and critically acclaimed movie, Captain America: Civil War.

And of course you had much promotion from the Marvel hype machine, Dan Slott interviews and the usual variant cover artificial sales inflation gimmick that had become common to Marvel.

Safe to say that this story was a big, big deal and sure to sell well right?

Well....it actually sold less than a barely promoted, run-of-the-mill ASM arc from 2005 by J. Michael Straczynski that featured in the first issue Tony Stark sitting on a chair sans armour and beyond that no guest stars....oh and there were no variant covers....and btw Spider-Man was married in it

. ...Oh....

But hey what about some OTHER Spider-Man stories since OMD. Haven’t THEY been creatively enriching?

I mean we had classics like:

The Lizard ruins the interesting humanizing aspects of his character when he becomes a cannibalistic monster who eats his own son and maybe rapes someone

Black Cat’s characterization gets flushed down the toilet so she can be an indulgent juvenile sexual fantasy for Joe Kelly who believes Spider-Man is fundamentally a man child Black Cat’s characterization gets shot to shit again by her ripping off Catwoman by becoming a gangster, something she has never held aspiration for before and seems to want to get involved in now for no reason at all beyond being angry that Spider-Man imprisoned her and exposed her identity that wasn’t even secret in the first place

Dan Slott who likes Doc Ock more than he likes Peter Parker decides to say screw it and make Doc Ock Spider-Man thus invalidating the entire reason he was hired, which is to write about Peter Parker. He proceeds to make Doc Ock a villain sue and cause readers to wonder if he’s this smart and this dangerous he lost so many times in the past at all? Also he tries to rape Mary Jane in issue 2 and then succeeds in maybe raping Spider-Man himself in the same issue and definitely succeeds in raping the only dwarf character in Spider-Man’s canon.

Spider-Man becomes like Iron Man thus invalidating the entire point of his character and reasons people like to read about him.

A mystery surrounding the Green Goblin’s identity that turns out to be the twist that he was Norman Osborn all along meaning this was a pointless mystery the whole time.

Ben Reilly finally comes back after 20 years but doesn’t act even a little bit like the character people knew and loved causing people to wish he’d stayed dead

Betty Brant is physically assaulted and Spider-Man tracks down the assailant but when he finds him lets him go (thus enabling him to assault other innocent women) because Aunt May guilt tripped him by saying he was a jerk at age 15 for allowing her, a 50+ year old adult and his parental guardian, to cope with Uncle Ben’s death alone on the night of his death.

Fan favourite Mayday Parker has her character now defined by the death of her father invalidating the entire point of her character which was the ongoing relationship between herself and her Dad

Every spider person ever fights a bunch of one note cosmic vampires across alternate niverses who are variant action figures of another one note cosmic vampire villain. The story is utterly reparative and makes Spider-Man play second fiddle to all the other characters cramming for panel time.

I could go on but I won’t.

To count the creative successful and enriching Slott and the post-OMD Spider-Man stories is a far easier task than to count the ones which are for the most part mediocre-God forsakenly terrible and miss the whole point of the various characters involved (most of all you know SPIDER-MAN himself!) because the latter is the norm post-OMD.

Tellingly both volume 1 and volume 2 of Renew Your Vows a book BUILT around the concept of a married Spider-Man have (when judged appropriately given their out of continuity status) garnered perfectly respectable sales (especially in volume 1) prior to their recent time skip (an ill advised move regardless of what the series was about) and critical acclaim. And critical acclaim from people besides Marvel/Spider-Man sycophants like CBR who have vested financial interests in positively reviewing the stories.

In fact there is a very strong argument in favour of Slott being the single most creatively damaging Spider-Man writer in history. The list of things that need to be FIXED because of his idiocy and incompetence is vast.

Moving on to Bob’s other points:

“Peter and MJ being together was a dumb stunt when the did it in the first place”

If Bob had you know READ the stories leading into the wedding he’d know

a) That relationship and marriage was being built up since 1984 albeit with the initial intention being Peter stranded at the altar.

b) A stunt isn’t rendered invalid merely because it is a stunt. A Stunt can make sense and with the build up the wedding had this was one such example

“The marriage generated very few decent stories that wouldn’t have worked just as well without it”

Here is a list of a FEW decent or above stories which in some significant way make use of the Spider marriage between 1987-2007

Kraven’s Last Hunt

Venom

ASM #400

Revenge of the Green Goblin

A Death in the Family

ASM volume 2 #49-50

ASM volume 2 #51-54

Sensational Spider-Man volume 2 #32

Sensational Spider-Man Annual 2007, the only Eisner nominated Spider-Man story ever

Spider-Man unlimited volume 3 #2 Story 2: Making Contributions

Eleven Angry Men and One angry Woman

Parallel lives

Spider-Man: the Final Adventure

Web of Death

Revelations the end of the Clone Saga

Spectacular Spider-Man #241

Spectacular Spider-Man #242-245

ASM vol 2 #39

Ultimate Spider-Man Anthology book: Five Minutes

I Heart Marvel Web of Romance #1

Spectacular Spider-Man #199-200

Spectacular Spider-Man #250

The Tombstone arc

Peter Parker Spider-Man volume 2 #14

Marvel Knights Spider-Man #1-12

Hmmm...it’s almost like Bob sucks at mathematics and story evaluation or something. Then again he did say there was no problem with Luke Skywalker in Last Jedi so you know...I should know better.

Oh and btw the whole ‘those would’ve worked JUST as well without the marriage’ argument is a double edged sword since there are literally less than 20 Spider-Man stories post-OMD that WOULDN’T have worked with a married Spider-Man and only one of them is good...and only if you also take entirely in isolation of Spider-Man’s wider history. Every other story with tweaks could work AS if not MORE effectively with a married Spider-Man.

If the argument is there should be no elements in a story that do not actively contribute to it then shit....why should Spider-Man’s SINGLE status be in a book? Why should Aunt May, Jameson or shitton else be multiple stories across the decades of Spider-Man? Hell by this logic Aunt May or Betty Brant are superfluous to ASM annual #1 which inspired part of Spider-Man 2.

“The Spider Marriage left the franchise spinning it’s wheel for a very long time.”

This is another lie. After Peter and MJ got married there was precious little wheel spinning. Almost immediately we jumped into ongoing stories involving Betty Brant, Joe Robertson, Peter going to school again, MJ and Peter’s finances taking a hit when MJ lost her job, Jameson being impersonated by Chameleon, Black Cat dating Flash, Peter’s parents returning and THEN you got the Clone Saga FFS.

Following that we got Norman Osborn running the Daily Bugle followed by the true wheel spinning garbage of the Mackie/Byrne run which was bad BECAUSE they axed the marriage. Following that when JMS took over his wheel spun for maybe 5 months tops? The rest of the time he reconstructed Peter and MJ and Aunt May’s characters, thrust forward with his Spider totem storyline and then began the slow build up to OMD starting with Peter becoming and Avenger.

There were few months were NOTHING was really happening and the number of issues where that was the case owed much more to the fact that the writers needed to pad out FOUR monthly titles each month!

“By contrast BND and Slott’s run has been good”

By objective writing standards this is a fallacy and Bob is offering no proof to this. He just says ‘it’s been good’. Except Bob’s word isn’t proof unto itself despite how much he must like to think so.

“Peter and MJ are more interesting now”

This is the proof Bob is not a...I don’t want to say he isn’t true fan. I rarely use that term. It’s more that he...isn’t an informed fan.

Anyone who knows any legit shit about Spider-Man could tell you Spider-Man is far from more interesting now than he was prior to BND.

Pre-OMD Spider-Man was the sum of 45 years of experiences. A 30ish average guy who’d been through Hell and a lot of battles and survived them and coped with that pain. He was a competent hero and a flawed human being who was just trying to look out for the little guy and take care of his family.

MJ meanwhile was a woman who’d also lived through Hell but demonstrated sheer steel by surviving it in spite of having no powers to fall back on. She’d gone from a carefree party animal who was seemingly selfish, to a hero in her own right who had an endless well of inner strength.

In contrast post-OMD Peter Parker is a man-child fuck up who illegally invades foreign nations with his giant G.I. Joe action figures whilst often playing second fiddle in his own fucking book to whatever guest stars want to steal the limelight. And he’s not believable anymore. He isn’t a grounded guy who copes with the shit thrown at him. He’s the guy who just shrugs off being killed, having his body stolen and his life upended by his enemy and then losing a year of his life.

That isn’t more interesting unless you are arguing being a Saturday morning cartoon character is inherently more interesting than being....welll actually inherently more interesting than being a certain character Stan Lee and Steve Ditko invented in 1962.

Which Bob plainly isn’t arguing because he’s also listing MJ as ‘more interesting’....how?

MJ isn’t even IN the book regularly any more so HOW could she be more interesting. Worse when she WAS in the book she had 2 roles. Ship tease the fans by being Peter’s friend and confidant (i.e. something she used to do BEFORE BND) or being a blind idiot in Superior which is NOT more interesting.

So what the fuck is he talking about?

I don’t know WHAT he’s talking about. But when you make a statement like: ‘on balance this story that eviscerated and betrayed everything about who Spider-Man is and invalidates his motivation from now on because he sold out in the biggest way possible, was on balance worth it because we got t see Doc Ock as Spider-Man try to rape people’ I certainly from WHERE he is talking from.

And the sun don’t shine there son.

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rahullkohli · 7 years ago

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pairings: dean/cas word count: 2,010 tags: fluff fluff and fluff notes: i meant to do a 24 days of christmas thing, but december kicked me in the teeth, so instead i’ll just do small destiel stuff here and there throughout the month. they will all be in this tag

”Now, that is extremely inaccurate,” Cas exclaimed with lines filling his forehead. With a small sigh Dean pressed the button on the computer, pausing the movie. ”What is?” He asked and took a mouthful of beer. Every time this happened whenever they were watching a movie it called for alcohol.

”An angel doesn't get his wings just because a human rings a bell. We are created with wings,” Cas explained, and turned slightly to look at Dean where he was faced with an amused smile. ”What?” He asked. ”Do I have something on my face?” A small laugh fell from Dean's mouth with a shake of his head. ”No. But come on, man. That's not the point of the movie. You gotta... You gotta learn to separate things. It's not like they had angel consultants. People make up stupid shit for entertainment value.”

It happened from time to time. They would watch a movie, and Cas would point out mistakes. Whether it be something biblical or historical. Once he even corrected the narrator of a dinosaur program and Sam ate it all up. Dean found it both annoying and endearing.

”So what you are saying is that I should not pay attention to detail when we watch films?”

Dean chewed on that for a bit, let it sink in, and searched for a way to phrase what was on his mind. ”No, just... remember that it's just a movie. Like... when I watch a movie about vampires I know that ain't how they're really killed. You know, stake to the heart and all. But I don't let it ruin a good flick for me.”

Cas bit his lower lip and nodded quietly as he looked back to the screen where the Hollywood-angel in black and white was sitting with a pondering gaze. ”I can do that. I can do that, yes.”

Dean pressed the button and let the movie roll again as he clincked his bottle against Cas'.

To Dean, Christmas was definitely the most horrible time of the year. It came with a lot of baggage for him, and even though they had found a home in the bunker, it still didn't feel quite right to celebrate when childhood memories showed their ugly face, and with all the crap going on in the world. So this year Sam had taken a trip to Chicago to see old Stanford friends for the holidays, which was a welcome surprise for Dean who had already planned for beer and movies and nothing else. The fact that Cas was there to share it with him... Well, that definitely made it all way better.

The rest of the movie went by in silence, save for a few laughs here and there. Right up until the end of the movie where that line made its reprise. ”Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings,” little Zuzu beamed proudly, and Dean half expected Cas to come with another confused remark. But he didn't. He kept quiet, all through the roll of the credits.

They helped each other clean up and got ready for bed as usual. It had gotten late, and they had run out of drinks, so there wasn't much else to do than hit the sheets. Choosing to watch A Wonderful Life with Cas wasn't something Dean had done with the whole angel theme in mind. It was a classic, and he wanted to share a bit of the human experience with Cas. There was a lot he had missed, and how could Dean not let him have a little slice of the good things. They faced more than enough of the crap on a regular day.

They went about their business and soon found the warmth underneath the sheets with the dark of the room surrounding them. It was real nice, Dean always thought, how Cas would stay in bed with him even though he didn't need sleep himself. It was a good way to chase away bad dreams, Dean had found, to have Cas there with him. Close enough to feel and touch, to seek refuge with when the terrors crept into his head and filled him with adrenaline and fear. Cas was always there. To make him feel safe.

”Do you ever miss it?” Dean suddenly asked, not sure where he was going with it, but the question had been fiddling around the back of his head for a long time, maybe even years, and for some reason it felt like he was gonna choke on it if he didn't get it out.

With a small huff Cas turned around, meeting Dean's eyes through the dark. ”I thought you were asleep by now... Miss what?” He wondered, voice gruff with unuse. ”Just... Heaven. The other... Other angels, y'know.” Now that the words were out of his mouth he was a little scared. What if Cas said yes? It wouldn't be right for Dean to do anything but tell him to go back, then. If Cas really missed it, it would be selfish of Dean to keep a hold of him on Earth.

But there was no way in hell Dean could go through the rest of his life without Cas there.

”I don't get... Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?” Cas stared at Dean, eyes flickering and brows narrowing. ”I just – You know what? Never mind, okay? It was just a dumb thought,” Dean mumbled and squeezed Cas' arm gently, his thumb brushing over soft skin.

The room fell silent again, and Dean watched Cas for a while. He could see that a billion thoughts were flying around in his mind, and he didn't want to press him about it. It was a big subject, and not one that was usually brought up. Talk of angels and Heaven was rare – not just between Dean and Cas, but in general. It appeared that Cas wished to not speak of it, so nobody else did. It only ever resurfaced whenever they were working a case where it was pertinent, all other times Cas might as well have been a regular human there to live and die like the rest of them.

Dean had just returned to closing his eyes, ready to get some sleep, when Cas spoke again. His words were soft, and he almost seemed ashamed which broke Dean's heart. ”I do. But I don't,” he said. Dean kept his eyes closed, feeling like it might be easier for Cas to get the words out if there was no eye contact. Or maybe he was simply to scared to see it for himself.

”I mean... They were my brothers and sisters. It's my home. For ages. I have seen worlds created and destroyed with them by my side. I have fought and killed to protect them and our home. For eons the angels were the only ones I saw, and I had never been apart from them for more than days before I met you.”

The word pierced like needles in Dean's ears. Home. What he himself had longed for. For a lifetime before they found the bunker. And even that felt like it was missing something from time to time, in order for it to be a real home. Cas had left that behind to be on Earth with him.

”I'm sorry, man,” Dean said quietly. ”I don't think I've ever said it out loud. I guess I kinda just hoped that you knew, but... I'm sorry. I never wanted to take you away from your home. Your family. I can't even imagine –” He broke off, taking a moment to breathe. ”The times Sam and I have been apart for more than a couple weeks has always been wrecking. Not knowing how he was doing, or if he was even still breathing. It's scary. And the angels these days... They're falling like flies.”

”Dean,” Cas cut him off firmly, grabbing his wrist. ”Let me finish.” Their eyes met each other, and Dean gave a nod. They were so close, the beds of the bunker ridiculously small, and Dean could feel the moist warmth of Cas' breath on his skin, and the rising and falling of his chest when he breathed. He always found it strange how these so very human functions still were there even though Cas wasn't technically a living organism with need for it the way he did himself. But it always felt good when they were lying in bed, and Dean could use Cas' breathe as a way of calming himself. That was a part of what made the bunker home for him.

”What I mean is... I miss it. What it was. Before the wars, before God left us and the worst we had to worry about was humans losing faith in us, or using their faith as an excuse to do bad things in our father's name.” His fingers had started to dance up and down Dean's arm, tickling on skin that made his hair stand on ends and a rizzle run down his spine.

”But that's not how it is anymore. It hasn't been that for a long time. It was good for me. I was content. But I was also someone else than I am today. I had no thoughts that were bred of my own mind, nor any wishes or curiosity. I was a soldier in line with the rest of them. It was good because it was all I had ever known.”

A smile curled at the corners of his lips, and Dean couldn't help but return it. The knot that had been sitting in the back of his throat had started to desolve, and his chest was no longer heavy as it had been minutes before.

”Before I met you and Sam my existence wasn't my own. But now I've got a life. I am fighting because I believe that the war we are battling is for something good. I let myself be entertained by popular culture like movies and music, and you showed me that it can be enriching. Even when it doesn't make complete sense.”

Dean chuckled, the smile on his face now wide and open. As much as Cas never spoke of Heaven, he also didn't talk about how he was adjusting to Earth in this way. It was mostly a random remark every now and again, or Dean would pick up on small signs, like if Cas made a pop culture reference, or he turned up the volume when a song came on the radio.

”And you,” Cas continued. ”Not just my time on Earth with you and Sam. But my time with you. Alone. I can actually feel what humans sing about, and – at first I didn't understand when people talked about having butterflies. It made no sense for people to have insects in their organs. But the fluttering feeling when I'm with you... I get it now. It makes me feel like swarms are flying around inside of me.”

Now Dean was full on laughing, cheeks warm and his heart popping and dancing in his chest. If this wasn't what life was supposed to be, he didn't even want the real thing. ”Babe, that is some sappy ass shit,” he grinned and ran hand down the back of Cas' head. ”I turned you all soft and gooey,” he chuckled and leaned closer to press his mouth against Cas', letting it linger for a while.

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fanficfreekspn · 4 years ago

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1-1: Meet Lily (2)

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Later that night, Sam sat at the table of their motel room and did his own research on Redcaps as Dean stared off at the wall. "You know, for everything she did tell us, there's so much she didn't."

"Something tells me this case won't be the last time we'll see Lily. She's a natural-born hunter."

"I just have a nagging feeling in my gut that we're going to end up knowing her dad."

"She doesn't want to know him. Don't push it."

"I think Charlie would like her," he changed the subject. "They'd probably geek out on technology..."

"I think Charlie'd geek out on her," he chuckled.

"Okay, it says here that the word 'faeries' refers to the fae themselves while the word sidhe refers to their homes, kingdoms, residences or specifically the faerie mounds; The afterlife."

"You're looking her up?" he turned and waited.

"It says here that Faeries have numerous powers, being supernatural creatures, but not all Faeries have the same powers, or can wield them with the same strength. The Heroic Faeries have nearly complete control over time and space, whereas the smallest of the rustic Faeries are at the mercy of their human captors. Even so, it can be dangerous to anger even the weakest of Faeries, because one power they all share is the ability to bestow continual good fortune on those who please them or do them favors, and continual bad luck on those who upset them.

"Another power all Faeries share is glamour, the magic of illusion, whereby they can make people see whatever they wish them to see, or not see whatever they do not wish them to see. The aristocrats can create whole kingdoms with this power, whereas the smallest rustics can at least become invisible. Akin to this is the ability to mislead people by hiding or changing the appearance of familiar landmarks, or disguising treacherous ground to make it appear safe. Shape-shifting is also based on this power, and most Faeries have the ability to transform themselves into any form they desire, or to make themselves appear as tiny or as huge as they wish."

"So the way we see her might not be what she looks like at all? No wonder she's kept under the radar for so long," Dean opened his second beer before looking over his brother's shoulder. "Most Faeries also have some control over the weather and the seasons. At the very least, they can cause blight on plants and illness in animals and humans. In fact, Faeries can cause illness, injury, and even death using the "Faerie stroke", a kind of weapon that they can direct at an enemy. Similarly, however, Faeries can also heal injuries and cure the sick when they wish to."

"Among themselves, Faeries adhere to an extremely strict code of conduct that forbids dishonesty and stealing. Only infidelity is generally tolerated, being as Faeries are notorious for being amorous. With regards to humans, however, they seem to believe they are entitled to take whatever they need. Yet Faeries become furious if humans steal from them, and while they delight in playing tricks on people, when the joke is on them they usually do not take it in good humor. As well, even among the good Faeries, their kindness is often capricious, and their goodwill can be embarrassing, even distressing; it is not unusual for Faeries to enrich a friend by stealing from his neighbors. And there is very little mercy mingled with their justice."

"I'm not sure any of this applies to a half-faerie though," Dean sat on the edge of his bed.

"Apparently, Faeries need to invigorate themselves with human blood — i.e., genetic material; Faeries are not vampires — from time to time to keep from losing their powers. Men taken by fairy women are used as lovers, though their use for stud cannot be ruled out," Sam looked up. "It doesn't make sense. Why would her mother use a human man as a stud and then not keep the child? She could have been raised as a fairy and by all accounts be a fairy."

"Like I said... gut is a-churning."

"Ahh. Found it. Perhaps the most unusual interaction between humans and Faeries is the Faerie bride phenomenon. This is when a human man takes a Faerie woman to be his wife. Though a paternalistic concept — virtually the only time a human woman takes a Faerie husband is when he kidnaps her — the marriages seldom end happily: at some point, the Faerie wife leaves and returns to her people, abandoning not only her husband, but any children as well. Even so, the children seldom suffer, unless at the hands of their fathers, because many inherit some of their mothers' power, and often the mothers grant them gifts as well."

"That pretty well sums up what she told us in a nutshell," Dean sighed. "What's that last paragraph? I saw the word 'sex.'"

Sam smirked at his brother. "That humans are kidnapped for recreational sex should not come as a surprise. Faeries are, of course, the patrons of fertility, and sex is intimately coupled to fertility. As such, Faerie amorousness is legendary, and it isn't limited to the Trooping Faeries. Wild Faerie men often try to seduce or lure women into their dwellings, and they will extort human men into surrendering their wives or daughters to them, or blackmail human women into living with them. Others will rape women who spy on them, though most of the time they can mesmerize the women to keep them from resisting. Many wild Faerie women use sex as a form of punishment for infringing on their privacy, and their love-making is so intense few men can survive it, and those who do pine away and die."

"Wow," Dean's mouth dropped open. "I am really feeling the need to peek in on Miss Lily and see what she does in her down time."

"Agreed," Sam slapped his laptop closed.

Lily sat at the bar and stared at the shot of Deanston Highland Single Malt Whiskey and sighed before taking a drink. As she placed the glass on the bar, a smile curled to her lips and two bodies sat on either side of her. "I take it I've piqued your interest?"

"Immensely," Dean looked at her drink before looking up at the bartender. "I'll have what she's having."

She looked up at him. "It's $330 bottle."

"What is it?" Sam nearly choked on his tongue.

"The Deanston distillery in Scotland sits eight miles from historic Stirling on the banks of the River Teith. Every bottle is aged at least 12 years and it's one of the best Scotch whiskies in the world."

"So you stay super-caffeinated in the day and whiskey up at night?" Dean watched her.

She nodded silently before looking up at the bartender. "My treat."

They watched as the bartender slowly poured two more glasses and licked their lips in anticipation.

Dean took a sip before pulling the glass back and looking into it. "That is... so smooth."

"Wow," Sam smiled. "I'll never be able to drink Red Label again."

"You have questions," she turned to Dean. "It's understandable, and probably why I've never told anyone about my past. I'm still struggling to figure out why I did this time."

"Is this," he waved his hand, "what you really look like?"

"No," she answered plainly. "My mother is Neimh of the Golden Hair. My name means 'white lily.' I chose the dark hair of my father to blend in better."

"You're snow white?" Dean's eyes widened.

"No," she laughed. "White also means blessed. I usually don't feel very blessed, though, so I choose to associate with the white."

"Blend in... are you hiding?" Sam asked her.

She frowned as she looked down at her drink. "I am descended from royalty. My mother kept me away from the fae, had me raised as human for a purpose. I'm not sure what that purpose is."

"Have you ever kidnapped for recreational sex?" Dean blurted out as his eyes widened.

"Dean!" Sam scolded him.

"It's fine," she spoke slowly. “No.”

“That is not what I meant to say,” he apologized.

She watched him for a moment. ”Fae or not, when I am amongst kin we cannot lie."

"But I lied to you just fine when I told you my name was Agent Nugent," Dean corrected her.

"I knew it was a lie, and it didn't matter. You knew I wasn't Pat Benatar. We knew the truth," she turned to Sam. "Tell me a lie."

"You are..." he struggled with his words, "really weird."

She burst into laughter as Dean's eyes widened. "Really, Sam?"

"You can't do it," she drank down the rest of her glass.

"So what, we can't lie to one another, you seem to have a huge desire to tell us your life's story, and that makes us relation?"

"It's the only explanation," she threw down $200 and slid off her barstool.

"Wait, where are you going?" Sam grabbed her arm.

"I need to think on this, I'm a little freaked out," her eyes widened as she realized that she had spoken the truth. With that, she turned and walked out.

Dean and Sam turned to their glasses, tipped their heads back, and walked off to follow her.

The two watched her get into a black 1965 Ford Mustang GT and drive off as Dean started the Impala and followed her.

"That is a beauty," Sam gazed over the car.

"The Little Deuce Coupe," Dean chewed on the inside of his cheek. "So what, a cousin?"

"Depends on which side we're related. Dad was an only child, and his dad before him."

"So a Campbell then? Figures, she'd be a cousin from the douchy side of the family."

"Yeah, but she said her dad had dark hair," Sam picked at his fingernails.

"No... Seriously? Again?" he rolled his eyes. "Man!"

"Maybe not, we don't know."

"I knew my gut was churning for a reason, Sam!"

"She looks nothing like Adam..."

"She looks however she wants us to see her," he hissed as he turned a corner. "A sister?"

"As of this minute, the only proof we have is that we're somehow related. Deep breaths, brother. We still have a case..." he stopped talking as they pulled into the parking lot of their motel. They watched as Lily got out of her car and walked up to the door to the left of theirs.

Dean took a deep breath and parked before jumping out and making it to their door.

"Are you kidding me?" she turned around.

"Freaky Friday," he cleared his throat.

"We didn't plan this," Sam held his hands up.

"I know," she whispered. "I don't believe in coincidences either."

"Why don't we all get some sleep and worry about how we're going to track this Redcap in the morning? Work comes first," Dean suggested.

She nodded her agreement. "I'm going to go over my crime scene and evidence photos to see if there's anything that might have attached him to these people."

"We'll check police blotter to see if there's another victim and try to track his route," Sam offered.

"Sounds good," she looked between them. "Although I probably won't get much sleep."

"Try," Dean urged her as they all turned to walk into their rooms.

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I’ve an eternity with you - part 2

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (final - coming soon)

Words count: 5,1k+

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Yesung x Reader

For our @vintage-misery16, Hope you like it cutie! M.

Gif isn’t mine, credit to the owner!

"Did you spend the night partying?"

Heechul's voice rang in your ears while a grunt of annoyance resonated in the air when Jongwoon entered the room, without imagining to find you there.

Perhaps that sound between the disgusted and the resigned was due to your presence, so ignoring his gaze that was piercing your skull you continued to observe the various sheets in the folder trying to send to memory the schedules of the boys.

The door closed forcefully behind your back after a few moments and Heechul watched the metal dividing you from the next exhibition. Or rather would divide them from the next performance.

"Something wrong with the baby vampire??"

"We fought," you cut short, you didn't want to talk about that argument in that moment of pure delirium, "go to the Unnie stylist and change your shirt, I don't know how you do to snatch it every time."

"Why did you fight?"

"Heechul, move your ass and go and change."

Your tone exuded coldness and he shuddered by your side, knowing that it was better not to play with you when your gaze was lethal. And at that moment the gaze that characterized your features was far beyond "lethal". Your eyes were scarlet and this indicated that you didn't nourish yourself for days, because of the constant pressure of the management to have Super juniors busy 25 on 24 for eight days out of seven. They were their flagship group of the last few years and the fact that they were all vampires increased in unexplained ways their popularity.

SooMan would never have wasted that possibility, he would have also obtained even the last won from the lifeless body of millions of fans if it had been necessary to enrich his pockets.

It was, above all, that the reason for your argument with your boyfriend. After almost five months of dating, after three years of pure hatred, you two had decided to go to live in the house that had been your forced house for two months. In that house everything started, so you were able to get from SooMan the permission to buy it and with the money of both hadn't been difficult. It was almost a year that you were together, albeit privately and not yet ready to make your love public. It was something that you didn't feel like trying to do, the fear of ruining his career and your life kept tormenting you every night now. And he understood Jongwoon understood.

In the first months spent together, you had discovered so many things about him that you were speechless. You always believed that he was a boy without any value, without even the intelligence necessary to survive in the ravenous world of music. The reality had always been so hidden that discovering it step by step had made you slowly fall in love with him.

The memory of the first time that those words, that "I love you" whispered in front a cup of hot tea that oddly didn't disgust both, were out of your lips was still sweet in your mind, you traced it every time your work and your being different became so heavy that you couldn't even breathe (obviously not literally speaking).

Kim Jongwoon was a guy who first cared about others and with others, it meant the other Super junior members. He knew them for so much, had shared much of his life with them that they had become his family. You had witnessed how many times he had saved their asses in thorny situations or just as a hug was able to cheer up their spirits, along with the bad jokes of Leeteuk and the fake supremacy that Heechul exaggerated to make them laugh. And you became the person he cared the most among them.

He had taught you to appreciate the music he listened to, by that as long as it gives you emotions all the music is beautiful. He taught you that it didn't matter how hard you tried to make us accept, humans wouldn't do that and you could only count on our forces. He taught you that your soul wasn't as damned as you thought for years. He had shown you more love in that short lapse of time than you had tried and received in your long and immortal life.

And two days before was your first real fight. There had been small discussions, but all resolved within a few hours. You were surprised at your temperament, you were surprised to have yelled against him words you didn't think, you were surprised to be out of your house with just a dressing gown to find a safe have at Kangin's house.

All because he refused to drink. Refused to drink your blood.

And after a year and five months, you felt hurt, because the fact that he didn't want to tie himself in that way crept in you the most heinous doubts. Drinking the blood of another vampire was a kind of bond that went beyond any link that existed in the human world but also in the supernatural ones.

Was wow to donate your soul to the other person, ensure that they should take care of it. A sort of "I'm giving you my life, take care of it."

And Jongwoon had, with his voice veiled of repressed anger, outward with exasperation that he would never have drunk from you. And from that moment it had been an escalation of screams and things said with the intent to hurt each other.

"Y/N, the boys are on stage. Ten minutes and it's all over, " you assistant muttered with kindness and you nodded, coming out of the dressing room without even noticing that they had disappeared minutes before.

The corridors of the huge stadium were all the same, it was threatened to get lost if you didn't use a bit of common sense, but you arrived immediately at the destination when from the side view you watched the group sing their last song before giving their final greetings.

Jongwoon was fasting like you, but on him the effects seemed non-existent. And even for that reason, your pride kept on stopping you from going to him to apologize, that and even the fact that he never gave you a valid reason for not wanting to drink your blood.

"Tell them they have the rest of the day and night free," you pulled out the headset that used to keep you in communication with them, passing it to one of the technicians involved in the sound. You walked away without one more word, just wanting a hot bath though it was two days you slept on Kangin's couch and couldn't use your magnificent and perfect bathtub.

When you snuck away from the crowd in front of the stadium, those fans who unfortunately hadn't been able to buy the concert tickets held in the afternoon, without letting you notice a satisfied grin appeared on your lips. Being free to walk on the street without being pointed or chased, knowing who you were the manager, was something comforting. You rested your sunglasses on your nose so that the scarlet of your eyes was hidden from the human eye, savoring the tranquility that solitude had.

The shop windows were shining with signs of the sales, the Christmas decorations had already been arranged in some of them despite it was missing three weeks to the holidays and the air was cold albeit sharp. The smells of the walking stand full of food pinched your nostrils, but you ignored the grumble of nausea that that mixture of odors was causing your stomach.

Thirst pinched your throat, gripping in some way your senses, but they remained vigilant. You had years of practice on your shoulders, resisting human blood was much easier now than in the past.

The phone in your purse's pocket rang repeatedly and looking through the texts you received all within a minute, you noticed the only one that really mattered to you at that time.

-Where are you? -

At least he was concerned that you had disappeared from the place where theoretically you had to be, but you had left them in the hands of your assistant who was qualified as much as you. Your index remained for a moment suspended in the air, the indecision that flowed in your mind and avoided making you make a decision.

There were two desires you felt inside your chest. One to yell at him and the other to hide in his arms, to feel his scent of Hawthorn that caresses your senses and his voice that sang for you whenever you asked for it.

-Just around-

You were able to resist the impulse to tell him exactly the point where you were, but somehow you knew he would make sure to find you. He always could.

And it was for that reason that, after more than forty-five minutes, it didn't surprise you to see him went out from the van with his face covered by the face mask and hat and head directly towards you. Two days had been too many for him too, you knew it.

"Come with me, you stubborn and impossible woman," his voice choked by the soft fabric of the mask, your wrist clenched into the grasp of his hand and his strength that dragged you as if you were a doll. You didn't protest, you hated admitting it, but the fact that he came looking for you warmed your heart even if it didn't beat.

No one paid much attention to you two, so walking the streets was easier than normal and your fear of being seen with him remained confined in the deep. The fact that none of you burned in the light of the sun as it was told in every story about vampires, made it even more free to walk during the day.

Yet in front of your destination, you ground your teeth, freezing on spot and even stop him that swore something subheading.

"What?!"

"Why are we in front of a five-star hotel??"

"Please Y/N; Shut up for a good time. "

He added no more, your wrist jerked for a second time and you followed him inside the luxurious and compelling hotel that seemed to immediately recognize the man with you.

Not because it was Kim Jongwoon, but because - how you did find out a few minutes later – he went to that hotel often.

"Jong--"

"Not here," he whispered and your head moved lightly up and down, remaining quietly beside him.

Neither of you said anything for the whole time of the "ride" of the lift from the lobby to the penthouse on the top floor. Penthouse, of course, you thought biting the inside of your cheek feeling the expectation to grow on every floor that the lift reached. You had a perfect, warm and ready house to welcome you, why take you to a hotel to solve your problems??

The elevator stopped on the top floor and pushing you with more delicacy he forced you to follow him, perhaps afraid that you could escape if he kept tightening your wrist that way.

The penthouse, once entered, seemed even more beautiful than how you imagined but the time to admire the huge living room and its rooms were torn away when a pair of lips clashed with strength on yours.

The air was taken from your lungs but you didn't have to worry about suffocating, although the way he was trying to force you to answer his kiss had something rough and animal that made your legs tremble under the weight of your body. His lips kept moving angrily against yours, his tongue brushed with little kitten licks your lower lip to ask for access and you in all response sank your teeth into the tip and he moved away screaming with pain.

"You can't force me to kiss you when I don't want it," his eyes shot open to your sentence and a flash of fear crossed them, making you feel guilty. Jongwoon had shown you sides of him full of vitality and beauty, but also what his worst fears were. And being abandoned or cut off was the major among those. "You know I'm not implying anything more serious, just that.. You can't attack me like that when we still have to, theoretically, sorta make things out.. " you added trying to soothe the sense of suffocation you saw in his expression and fortunately, his lines relaxed.

He said nothing but simply vanished in one of the rooms after the corridor dividing the room area with the living room. You'll never have to take a look around and enjoy the beauty that a five-star hotel could grant.

It was fun for about twenty minutes but after all, there was to see had been seen, so with courage and spirit of initiative, you went to seek Jongwoon. And you found him in what was to be the master bedroom, lying on the bed with his face pressed against the mattress. In other contexts, you would find it funny, but at that moment the tension in his body and the clenched fists pressed against the pillow made you realize how much your argument was negatively affecting him.

"Woon, hey;" Your voice came delicate, you tried to soften it as much as possible despite the anger you felt against him, while you sat on the side of the bed and began to caress his back by sliding your hand up and down until reached his neck. "Woon, we must talk.. We cannot continue with silence for long. It's ruining both you and me. "

He snorted but the sound was muffled from the mattress and you raised your eyes to the sky, trying not to sigh or seem annoyed. The problem was that your emotions were amplified and every little thing, every little sensation, was multiplied by ten, one hundred, one thousand.

"Talk to me."

"Talk to you, about what? The fact that you never asked yourself the right questions?"

Your eyebrows were arched in confusion, your hand resting against his back could felt his tense nerves and despite the anger hear him and see him in those conditions didn't please you.

"What questions, Woon?"

Jongwoon turned back into bed and got up, straying dangerously from you. The lack of contact weighed in your stomach like a boulder, but you strayed that thought focusing on your boyfriend. Whatever was troubling him so much wasn't to be recent.

You took the shoes and the sweater off and stayed in pants and shirt starting to slip on the mattress sitting comfortably at the center of it. Your back met the fluffy pillows shortly after you stacked them and leaned against them, without removing your eyes from the person near the window. The color of the sky was rapidly passing from blue to the dim of the yellowish and orange, then diverting into the blue of the night. In front of those last and faint rays of the sunshine that brightened his face, he seemed like a work of art. As the light illuminated the profile of his nose, slipping then onto his small mouth but with the lips proportioned and how the shadows hid his chiseled jaw and the elongated face. It was your work of art, the one you loved most.

"You never wondered Why did I say no?"

"Of course I do.. I have quite a few paranoia because of you now. "

Sincerity had never been a problem between you and your reply forced him to turn, this time was the daze that had captured his lines scrunched in an indecipherable expression.

"Paranoia?"

You nodded, but you didn't delve into the talk, you didn't know how to do it. You were ashamed of yourself because you knew how deep his feelings were for you, and yet you had for a moment doubted them. And told him what you had thought would have, at least from your point of view, worsened the situation.

"Y/N; What kind of fucked paranoia has elaborated your hyperactive brain when I told you I didn’t' want to drink your blood? "

The mattress looked like a safe haven, so you bent your legs upwards and hugged your knees sinking into it, even if you knew this would not save you. When Jongwoon wanted to discover something, nothing could stop him. Not even the threats of breaking his arm, which you could really do due to the difference of experience and strength between you two.

"Y/N!"

"THAT YOU DON'T LOVED ME ENOUGH TO WANT TO MAKE THE BIND WITH ME, YOU IDIOT!"

Your shouting paralyzed him instantly and he became extremely pale, even more than he already was. Your eyes wandered over him, in search of the clue on the moment when he would throw everything out but you didn't perceive anything. He kept staring at you as if you were a strange animal or maybe just crazy, while you sank even more into the mattress and hid your face against your knees trying to seek comfort in other than yourself.

"You can't really have thought such a thing.."

The air in the room had become tense and you felt her both on your skin and with the smell, you could never explain how but the air assumed different smells depending on the emotions that exuded from the people, but you wouldn't dare to raise your head. Your eyes shut forcefully while the mattress next to you just sunk in and he had his hand through your hair. His fingers began to run through the strands of your loose hair and a little sigh of relief crashed on your knees when you finally let it escape from your mouth.

"You can't really think that I didn't love you enough to tie me to you. Y/N.. I thought you were smarter... "

"Jongwoon, S-stop.. You have no idea what I've felt seeing your expression and hearing your voice burst with anger that "no".. It's like you stabbed me. "

He sighed and placed his forehead against your nape, remaining silent for a handful of seconds before gathering his courage and telling his true reason.

"Y/N.." He called gently and lifted his head, slipping his hand in that little space between your chest and your thighs that the position created. He placed two fingers under your chin and effortlessly lifted your face, cupping your jaw so that you would turn in his direction. "I want to look in your eyes while I tell you my reason."

And his brown eyes, now a red more intense than yours, were upon you and were looking at you with love. With that love that you had doubted for a few moments too blinded by anger and fears. You trembled under that gaze, under the fact that he loved you and that there were no limits to that sentiment, that when he had whispered into your ear "I really want the eternity with you" he had really believed it. He really believed it.

"I don't want to drink from you because I know I wouldn't stop. I'd grow addicted to you and would to hurt you," he gasped with fear, fear towards himself and that thought, trying to calm the flicker of his voice despite the difficulty, "and the idea of being the cause of your pain, physical or emotional, is so painful that I can even think straight. You're my companion and what I feel here, " he stroked his chest to the height of that heart that didn't beat but was full of love for you, "will never change or vanish. But try to understand, Y/N.. I have been transformed by so little, compared to you, that.. I know I couldn't control myself once I tasted your blood. And you're the most precious thing in my life, how do you think I could live with the constant fear of hurting you?? "

Your eyes were observed long after his voice dispersed into the air, they said things that in words neither could explain. The sun, now settled down, had left room for a clear night, the stars invisible because of the pollution but you had something nicer to look at before you. And seeing in those eyes, those that every morning you were fortunate enough to be able to admire in the warmth of your bed, his fears broke something inside you.

The sense of guilt for having reacted in that way, for forcing him to say something so intense when perhaps he wasn't ready yet, every emotion swept you and you couldn't say anything.

He let slip his hand that cupped your cheek and part of your jaw, letting it rest behind your nape so as to draw your face against his chest. His scent and the slow movement of his chest had always been a therapeutic power for you, so you let yourself be lulled without even realizing that sleep was having the best on you. And you fell asleep like that, in his arms without the worry of losing him once reopened your eyes.

"I always wonder how a vampire can sleep so much."

"I must remind you that the myths and legends about us are all whoppers..? I like to sleep, " you puffed keeping your eyes closed, feeling Jongwoon's smile on your skin. Just on one of your sweet spots, the one near the clavicle, ripping you a sigh of appreciation and annoyance. The memory of the night before, his heartbreaking confession and the fear that you had seen in his eyes returned to haunt you but you hid them in a corner of your mind, ready to deal with them as late as possible.

The tip of his tongue began to shape a flap of skin that he had until that moment bit, in a bland and playful way, letting in your body propagate a more intense and warm shiver, "Jongwoon.."

"Don't worry, not because we slept in a hotel room we'll end up having makeup sex."

Your chest buzzed shaken by your laughter, while your hand found his nape and left on it a little slap that caused him to laugh. The atmosphere between you was quiet, perhaps a little awkward as it still lingered the question that both feared. You wanted to bind yourself to him, he was afraid to hurt you and somehow in your mind, you stepped back. You were no longer sure that what you wanted was right, especially if it would hurt the person you loved.

At last your eyelids opened up against your will, you would have spent a few more hours sleeping if it had been possible, admiring the perfection of your boy tucked away between the sheets, his bare shoulders with outlined and defined muscles and his face pressed against the crock of your neck where he kept, undisturbed, to leave little purplish marks of his passage. Your fingers found their fun when you started to slide them along the line of his shoulder, stopping on his arm and restarting their climbing while his smile against your skin grew because of your attention.

"Y/N, you do really care about that?"

"To what?" Your question came out spontaneously, you were totally absorbed in contemplating his beauty by not having connected his question to the discontinued speech.

"To make me drink your blood, to.. bind us. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not afraid of the bond that would create between us, you know as well as I love you. "

His hesitation sickened you, hitting in full your guilt and letting it burst even bigger than before because for the umpteenth time you understood that the reason why he was so hesitant and frightened was you. The person who, theoretically, had to give him the strength and security he deserved. His eyes didn't seek your own, not that time, and the desire to bury you under feet of ground increased with guilt.

"Jongwoon, look at me."

"I don't know if I can."

With some effort, you could loosen the grip of his arms around your waist and your hand will struggle to push him upwards so you can sit. And when he was so you had a few seconds of regret for that choice, because the definition of his abdomen struck you in full as a bus. You swallowed the sudden knot in your throat and you sat down, letting the sheets spread around you, covering your legs without the pants you wore last night.

"Look at me," you were serious, so serious that your tone also frightened yourself but you had to maintain the firmness that you were imposing for a few minutes, "Jongwoon, don't make me repeat.. Look at me. "

His eyes were wandering all over the room except for you, so when they finally surrendered and rested on your face you released the breath that you hadn't even noticed to hold back.

You could perceive the crack that was insinuating in your relationship because of the different visions of the same subject, you could feel as though the sweetness that was reserving you since you woke up was fearful, as much as he was. And that's what you wanted to avoid, growing together as a couple but growing distant at the same moment. It would have destroyed you lose him and you would have renounced anything for not to lose him.

His chocolate eyes melted in yours and for a moment you thought he understood, that he had read your guilt without you saying it aloud with words of apology. But fear was too rooted in both and was blinding your hearts in a lethal and fast way.

"When my parents kicked me out, I thought my end came. I was only 16 and nothing with me, if not the abandonment of the people who were my family to drag me to an abyss that frightened me, " you whispered without distracting your gaze, rather pinning him with it and watched him while he'd fidget uncomfortably on the bed because the tension in your lines, "I could see my end. I was immortal but there were so many ways to die, however. Thirst pushed me to attack a person but as well you know SooMan saved me. He gave me a house, some clothes, an education, and from that moment I own him one But he never managed to give me what I craved most.. Love. He was a kind man, in the beginning, but I never felt really loved. And from that moment I began to feel damned for what I was, that I didn't deserve something as pure as love when I was a human being without a soul. "

"Y/N; You know how I think about the question of your damn sou.."

"Let me finish, you moron."

He rolled his eyes, trying not to show how bored he was by hearing that part of the story. You knew what he thought of your soul, the fact that it was the most beautiful and pure that existed and slowly you started to believe it too, again. You rubbed your hand against your face, trying to clear the fatigue that saying those things aloud was provoking, returning to watch him ready to start again.

"I spent most of my life working for him and then you got there. And you don't know how much I hated you. "

"Oh, I know.. Okay, sorry, " he mumbled displeased for the interruption, protruding his lips in that pout that you would have wanted to erase with kisses but from which you refrained from doing, sighing and shaking your head pretending annoyance. Only he could turn such a serious moment into lighter tones, but the problem was still there and you were willing to face it for once without running away.

"You know why I hated you? Except of course for your brat behaviors. Because you were loved. I saw it in the gaze, in the actions, in the words of others.. You had that love that I have always sought, desired, dreamed but never gotten, " the atmosphere returned tense as the night before, but the only thing you perceived was Jongwoon's gaze that pierced your soul in hearing your confession, "then suddenly everything is changed and I found myself to love you. To love you with every single atom of my body, with every single ounce of my being. And I love you, I love you as I couldn't love anyone because I never loved anyone before, but you make me want the forever. And yes, I would have loved to tie myself to you because.. I'm afraid of losing you. I love you so much, so intensely, almost viscerally.. That the thought of seeing you get out of my life fucks my brains out. Making you drinking my blood was the only way to let you stay with me that my mind screwed by fear could elaborate. And only now I just realize how disgustingly selfish it sounds. "

Crying was forbidden to you, the only time you had done it in front of Jongwoon had been the evening of your confession, but your eyes burned you and your throat also burned and not for the thirst that you could barely hold for days.

"So I don't care anymore Jongwoon because I understand one thing," your voice cracked and you found yourself trying to catch your breath when you didn't really need it. Your hands trembled to the point where you clenched them, hidden them between the sheets and felt your body weak, almost as you didn't feed you for centuries and not days. "I understand that you're here now. That I must stop thinking about the future, the possibilities that something will happen, that anything that might change. You're here and you love me. That's enough for me. "

"Is it really enough for you?"

You expected him to say something more, but let the relief of having finally expressed your thought flowed within you provoking a sense of unexpected peace. You nodded, your sincere smile to prove you weren't lying and your eyes enlightened by the love you felt for him.

"To me no, it's not enough."

"W-Why?"

"Because you must become my wife to make it enough for me."

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