#it’s not all poisonous I guess!!!! sometimes you love people from afar!!!!! it’s okay!!!!!

[itspileofgoodthings]

I don’t know what a parasocial relationship is and at this point I’m too afraid to ask.

[yesvaldemarharder]

Yandere Arcana

Ayo so um.. with 723 followers I really be expecting people for more input on things I should write (requests, ideas, convos, etc) but um.. I guess not? Lol. Anyway since I’m basically writing for like a couple people (people who actually respond to my work cause I like that. If you just like and reblog that’s fine but I still like hearing what people have to say about my work. If your shy don’t be.. I literally don’t judge..) I’ll go ahead and write scenarios for Yandere Arcana. If y’all want more of this just tell me. I was almost tempted to do nsfw lol!

I wanna say that I haven’t played the game enough to finish anyone’s route and while I want to, ya girl broke so picking choices is something I have to wait a while for as well. (The cost on those coins and I can’t even get a Valdemar route??? What type of shit-)

If any of the characters seem ooc I apologize I just really wanted to write this so um.. yeah.

I guess I’ll take the time to part a warning right here: If you don’t like yanderes or anything of the sort I suggest you don’t read this! I would do the ‘below the cut’ thing but I’m all honestly I don’t know how to.. so here ya go!

You have been warned!

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Asra

Asra is a tricky yandere. He knows you well enough to get into your head.

He may take times to keep a distance from you but whenever he messages you or comes back he always makes sure to show you so much affection just so you hopefully don’t question anything.

He’ll act like something to you matters to him, and usually they do matter but if you’re talking about a love interest or something he’ll act supportive but will really be a bit annoyed on the inside.

Depending on your love interest he may get upset or simply will smile and try to ‘help you get them’. Don’t let it be Lucio or Julian.. he’ll be furious.

If he acts like he’s happy to help and your LI disappears then he probably did or didn’t send them somewhere where neither of you two can meet again. Like a portal to a dark cold place or something.

He’s like a snake.. or even a fox. He’s the magician for a reason.

Nadia

Nadia probably won’t even hide how much of a yandere she is.. okay maybe just a little.

She’s the countess, what does she need to hide? She’s also meant to be with you and you’re supposed to love her no matter what. Nadia seems to be a bit of an oblivious yandere. Not aware that what she does for you is rather scary at times.

She showers you in gifts. Some of the cutest clothes just to basically play dress up with you like your some little doll. She doesn’t like it when you turn down a gift and while there’s a couple times she’ll get frustrated in the end she’ll send the gift to you late at night with a sweet not hoping you take it.

While she usually ask for your input against other’s, when it comes to someone who isn’t much use to the palace or her especially sniffing up on you she’ll usually deal with them.. whether banishing them and having them get hunted down throughout the forest like some sort of game.

She can be ruthless, and when she’s really in a bad mood it’s hard for her to listen to anyone. Don’t beg for her not to kill off someone because she most likely will act you didn’t say anything, kiss your forehead, and will proceed with the execution.

Also gets really touchy with you when her sisters are around..

Portia

Portia is usually a very carefree chick but while she can be easygoing she can be rather on guard about you.

It’s not often with you, because she doesn’t want you to know the bad things she’d do for you, but every once in a while she’ll ‘joke’ about killing for you. She’s caring and always makes sure you’re safe so you don’t question it until she actually does it when you have a suspicion that she did it..

Will cry and manipulate you into believing she’s innocent because seeing fear on your face towards her makes her scared. She was just doing what was ‘right’, of course her terminology of right is different from yours tho.. that’s why she lies about not doing it.

You’ll trust her and while you’re still a bit nervous she’ll work on that making sure to check up on you often. Once she gains your trusts back again she grows to be a lot more sneaky.

Rat poison is probably what slipped into the man’s tea after her kept messing with you but who knows?

Julian

Julian can be much like his sister but instead of growing emotional to defend himself he grows serious. It’s so different from his usually jokingly self and reminds you of the red plague times so you can’t help but apologize for accusing him.

He may not have killed Lucio but he’s definitely took a couple people out for you. Most unintentionally but still did it anyway. That guy couldn’t swim and Julian simply didn’t hear him crying for help.. it’s okay though cause you did say he had a weird vibe about him anyway, obviously Julian agreed.

He can be clingy, needy, and touchy. If you don’t know about the yandere in him you love it and you loving it just manages to feed it more. If you do know about it and you’re scared he uses his touches to try and calm you down. To have you let your guard down.

He’ll use his self hate against you for many different reasons now. While he does hate himself he found that you usually encourage him or try to make him feel better after he talks about himself too much. He’ll use it on you to stop you from running away from him because your morals are far better than his at this point and he knows you’ll stay to try and help him.

When you find out that he’s been killing people you’re terrified and even though you know you should runaway and leave.. you also can’t help but want to help him.

What if he’s actually innocent like he was with Lucio? (Definitely not.) What if the depression got so bad and he couldn’t help himself? He needed help and only you could help him.

He’ll chuckle sometimes at how cute and silly you are. With how he is he knows you won’t be going anywhere and he’s perfectly fine with that because had you did think of running away he’d just chase you down and use he’s depression against you to make you feel bad for leaving and to bring you back to him.

Lucio

The coliseum was made for a reason... Lucio likes a good fight and anyone touching you, speaking with you, or even looking at you can make him want to have one.

If it isn’t a physical fight it’s a fight with words (which he isn’t that good at but his smugness makes it pay off)

He’s a hopeless romantic type of yandere and unlike his wife he actually doesn’t recognize or acknowledge the bad sides of himself. He either doesn’t to face them or actually thinks cutting that servants throat for huffing in your presence was justified.

You honestly can’t tell but hey, you’re scared. He’s a Count though... THE Count.. if he’s your yandere it’s going to be hard to get away from him without getting hunted down. He’ll make sure to keep an eye on you. (much like Nadia)

He’ll lock down the whole palace if it means keeping you in place. If you do manage to escape he’ll be highly impressed honestly before he’s goes hunting you down. When he finds you he’ll make sure the palace is locked down a lot tighter then it has been before.

Muriel

He definitely starts out as a silent stalker type. Muriel isn’t really attracted to anyone before you and even though he is interested in you he makes you come to him.

I believe he’s actually one of the nicer yanderes but he does have his moments of being possessive.

He doesn’t want to hurt anyone unless it’s absolutely needed.. wouldn’t want to kill anyone for something silly.. of course not.

Ok! I’m at the courtiers! Now these ones might be sadder because I have a lot of headcanons for them. Mainly the horsemen and I do believe Valerius doesn’t have much story on him either so yeah.

Volta

Volta’s an absolute sweetheart. Tis is all.

Nah I’m fucking with y’all, it’s a yandere post.. anyway while Volta is a sweetheart she can’t help but be a bit possessive over you. Unlike the other courtiers her emotions come out a lot more and with her past she never thought she find someone like you.

Now that she has though it’s hard to separate the two of you..

She clings to you, cry for you when you’re gone for too long, feeds you if she’s really into you..

People don’t really see her as a threat and that’s only until she threatens to eat them.. when she gets like that people make sure to leave you be because the really aren’t sure if Volta will actually do it but with that bright playful but warning look in her eyes they don’t want to put it past her.

Vlastomil

Vlastomil kinda has that same oblivious energy in him as Lucio or Nadia however it may seem like he doesn’t know what he’s doing is wrong but he really does.

He’s a demon, he knows how to play with humans but the thing is what he does is just him trying to understand himself better. Before you he only cared about his worm and now you were here.

He pretty much treats you like he treats Wriggler.. you’re very dear to him and let anything happen to you he’ll make sure everyone around knows how he feels. Whether it’s crying, shouting or simply anxiously looking for you.

He fears with other humans you’ll either get taken from him or get hurt but them and neither one of those are things he’s ok with obviously.

He’s a tricky demon, he may trick you into believing his morals verses your own.

“I love you dear! That’s why he has to go.. you don’t want him to hurt you yes?” He’ll manage to make you believe that everything he does is for you. If you have any sort of trauma he might even use that against you so be extra careful.

Valerius

I can see Valerius being much like Muriel but worse. He likes to stalk and watch you from afar until he can figure what’s the best route to take and going about getting to you.

He’s almost relieved you come to him first. The relationship is rather.. bumpy. At times he’ll be grumpy for no reason and sometimes you can get tired of that but anytime you threaten to leave him he gets you into bed a second faster and distracts you.

I can see him either being a good or bad yandere.. there’s no in between. Either he knows exactly how to keep you to himself or he struggles doing so which only frustrates you. You can say he takes some of that frustration out on you but he tries not to because the last thing he needs in to tell Lucio you ran off and have a bunch of guards chase you down.

Oh that’s right, Lucio helps him when it comes to reeling you in and keeping you their. It’s scary but how are yo to go against the Count and his Consul?

Valerius might say some really cruel things to you to make you stay. He doesn’t want to even think about you leaving him. The second he saw you was the same second he fell for you. He might question his own emotions a lot but after a while of simply stalking or having other people stalk you and report back to him, he can tell it is you that he wants.

Vulgora

Vulgora is one of the bad ones you can get. Their aggressiveness and bluntness can be scary so when you need to escape them not many will be willing to help you. Many might even be on their side out of fear of what the war demon can do.

I feel like Vulgora is one of these two yandere types if not both.

Either the type that uses anger as a way to express themselves even if they don’t want to. Like, they care very deeply about you but they are one of the courtiers who don’t understand these emotions.. it frustrates them to not understand and it makes them angry. They try not to take that anger out on you and usually ends it with taking the life of a mortal.. or a couple considering one isn’t enough.

The other type is the yandere who can’t hold their temper and simply wants you because they can have you. It’s a possessive thing.. no one can have you but them.

They won’t hesitate in killing for you and if you ask or grow scared they would try to say they didn’t do it. They’ll be honest. What are you going to do about it.. fight them? Leave them? Oh darling they believe you’re too smart to do something stupid like either one of those..

They’ll leave their mark on you, usually biting because even if there’s very few beings with teeth like theirs in the palace everyone know the deep marks belong to someone dangerous and usually people put a distance with you.

People might be scared of you for simply being trapped and stuck with them. Poor thing..

Valdemar

Go ahead and just pass away sis, we ain’t making it away from this one..

In all honesty Valdemar might be the worse yandere out of this group. Vulgora following after as well as Lucio, Vlastomil, and maybe Julian..

Now it’s either they don’t care about your feelings at all and well make sure you know it or they care far too much to let you out of their sight. Valdemar might be persistent to test on you and might do it even if you don’t want to but also they might grow worried about your safety if they do do it.

You’re like their precious little specimen and no matter what you do they are always watching. You can’t even escape them after death because they are death. There’s simply no escape.

It’s been centuries since they’ve felt as strongly for someone as they did you and that person didn’t make it to where they are now.. they refuse to let that happen again..

If you try to run from them they’ll have beings chase you, they’ll make you run for your life and when you come crying for help they’ll cackle in your face. They want you to know you can’t live without them and once that’s drilled into your head they’ll never allow you to ever get away.

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #56: Kiyohime

Today on Fate and Phantasms, we’re building everyone’s most persistent stalker, Kiyohime! She’s a pure, 100% Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer, with the power of fire, fire, and more fire to... “protect” those she holds dear.

Check out the build summary here, or the level-by-level breakdown below the cut!

Race and Background

You were a human right up until you turned into a dragon and killed your boyfriend, so we’ll split the difference and call you a Dragonborn. I’m using a White dragonborn here, but you change colors on ascension, so black or blue are also options, or you could go with whatever color you want, it’s not a huge deal. Dragonborn get +2 Strength and +1 Charisma, a Breath Weapon based on their color (white is a 15′ cone of cold with a constitution save) that you can use once per short rest. It has a save DC of 8 plus your constitution modifier plus your proficiency, and starts by dealing 2d6 damage and growing as you level up. You also resist your own damage type, so you can chill out even in your lancer form.

Kiyohime’s backstory is... really nondescript, actually. She’s the daughter of someone rich enough to entertain company. Since there isn’t much flavor to work with here, we’ll instead shoot for a mechanical match. The Urban Bounty Hunter background gives you proficiency with Insight and Stealth, so you can make sure your beloved isn’t lying to you, and follow him around without troubling him. The Bounty Hunter’s background feature also lets you track people in populated areas- great for when your beloved gets “lost”.

Stats

Your highest stat is your Charisma. You have a very... forceful personality. Your Dexterity is second, you’re good at sneaking around and chasing people down. Third is Constitution, dragons are pretty tough, and it’s the only other physical stat we really need. Your Strength isn’t bad, and your racial bonus bumps it up to slightly more berserker-ish levels. Your Intelligence isn’t great-you're not dumb, but we need other things more-and you’re dumping Wisdom. You're good at tracking your Anchin, but other annoyances like “how Anchin feels about me” and “reality” just get in the way.

Class Levels

1. As I said above, you’re a Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer. You’re not technically related to any dragons, but that just means your bloodline starts with you. When you start as a sorcerer, you have proficiency in Constitution and Charisma saves as well as two sorcerer skills. Intimidation and Persuasion will help impose your delusions onto the rest of the party without having to barbeque them, and the DM will thank you for avoiding that.

First level sorcerers can cast Spells, using your Charisma as your casting ability. Your Dragon Ancestor gives you a preferred damage type based on their color (we’re going with Red here, this build’s obviously fire based). You also double your proficiency in charisma checks related to dragons. You also get Draconic Resilience, adding an extra 1 HP for each level you take in this class, and giving you an unarmored AC of 13 + your dexterity modifier.

For cantrips, Control Flames is prestidigitation, but for fire. Get creative, and it will serve you well. Mending will help you become the perfect housewife so Anchin will stop running away. Create Bonfire can also help here, with the added benefit of letting you roast that silly-billy alive if he keeps rejecting you. Fire Bolt also fits into our secret theme (hint: it’s fire).

For first level spells, Burning Hands lets you breathe even more fire over an area, and Silent Image will let you turn into a dragon, or at least make it look like you can.

2. Second level sorcerers become a Font of Magic, gaining sorcery points equal to their level. Currently, you can use these points to regain spell slots, or burn spell slots for more points.

For your spell, Disguise Self is a slightly better transformation that follows your movements, though like Silent Image, it’s still immaterial. It will make it easier to tail Anchin without him noticing though, so it’s not a complete loss.

3. Your Metamagic options let you customize spells to better suit your needs. Empowered Spell lets you reroll a number of damage dice to get higher numbers. Your fire breath needs to be able to melt metal, it’s going to be hot. Twinned Spell lets you double cast a single target spell. Most fire spells are AoE, but you’ll be able to force Anchin to turn into a snake with you, and that’s... kinda romantic? I guess?

Grab Mind Spike this level. It deals a bit of psychic damage, but if the target fails their wisdom save you’ll know where they are no matter where they go on this plane-as long as you keep concentration. Sometimes your love requires a bit of pain. Or a lot of pain.

4. Use your first ASI to become an Elemental Adept. Now, your fire spells ignore resistance, and all 1s on damage rolls count as 2s. Again: Fire. Hot. Not sure how many times I can say this.

For spells, Dragon’s Breath lets you correct WoTC’s embarrassing mistake of giving you cold breath as a racial feat. Now you can give yourself (or another creature) Acid, Cold, Fire, Lightning, or Poison Breath that it can use as an action for as long as you keep concentration, up to a minute.

While you’re breathing all that fire, you can use Message to keep in contact with Anchin so he knows how much you love him. (You actually can’t, they both use your action, but talking’s a free action anyway.)

5. Fifth level spellcasters get third level spells, including the most iconic spell in the game, Fireball. I’m going to stop bringing up my reasoning for fire now; I’ll only pipe up when a spell isn’t fire related.

6. Sixth level draconic sorcerers get an Elemental Affinity for their ancestor’s damage type. Whenever you cast a spell that deals Fire damage, you add your Charisma to the damage. Also when casting that kind of spell, you can spend 1 Sorcery Point to gain resistance to fire damage for an hour.

For your spell this level, you need to be able to detect when someone’s lying to you, and sorcerers don’t get zone of truth. Detect Thoughts can be even better though-Anchin has nothing to hide, so he shouldn’t mind too much. No point in even asking, really.

7. For your first fourth level spell, Polymorph lets you or another creature transform into a beast with a CR equal to or less than your class level or CR. Sadly, dragons and hydras don’t fit that description, but you can still turn into a Giant Constrictor Snake.

8. Use your next ASI to bump up your Charisma for more fire power. Grab Aganazzar’s Scorcher for the same reason.

9. Ninth level sorcerer, meet fifth level spells. Grab Immolation for self-explanatory reasons.

10. You get another Metamagic option at this level. Distant Spell lets you double a spell’s range, so you can stalk your prey from afar.

For spells, Prestidigitation is like Control Flames but for everything, and Far Step will help speed you along. Anchin’s a monk, and none of your features so far speed you up, so if you want to keep up with him you’ll have to teleport.

11. For your Sixth level spell, Investiture of Flame turns you into a firebreathing powerhouse, and makes you immune to fire damage as well.

12. Use your next ASI to gain the Dragon Fear feature, bumping up your Constitution to an even number to gain 12 extra health. This also lets you use your breath weapon without breaking canon, so everyone wins.

13. For your Seventh level spell, Fire Storm is fire.

14. Fourteenth level draconic sorcerers gain Dragon Wings. As a bonus action, you can grow a pair of wings, giving you a flying speed equal to your normal movement speed. I’d argue you can bring this with you into polymorphs, if solely so you can become a true flying snake.

15. For your Eighth level spell, grab Incendiary Cloud.

16. Max out your Charisma with another ASI for the most powerful fire you can get.

17. For your last Metamagic option, grab Heightened Spell to weaken one creature’s resistances to your magic. This is useful for some extra fire damage or, y’know, *cough*ifyouwantamonktofailawisdomsave*cough*. 

For your final spell, grab Wish. We’re not entirely sure how you keep following Guda into events, but this is the only explanation we’ve got that makes sense.

18. Your Draconic Presence lets you create a 60′ aura of fear or awe for up to a minute with concentration. Hostiles who start their turn within the aura must make a wisdom save or become frightened of or charmed by you respectively until the aura ends. Creatures who succeed on this save can’t be affected by it again for 24 hours.

19. Use your last ASI to bump up your Constitution for better concentration and more health.

20. Your capstone ability, Sorcerous Restoration, lets you regain 4 sorcery points on short rests. You could’ve taken three levels of warlock and gotten the same effect way earlier, but let’s not tell WoTC that.

Pros

You have high constitution for a spellcaster, making you very tough for a ranged fighter, and your concentration saves are also pretty solid.

Your firepower is immense, with the ability to reroll dice you don’t like, add your charisma modifier, and never roll less than a 2 on each die, your fire spells are always pretty strong no matter how bad your luck is.

Flight is good. Flight on a ranged attacker is really good. Concentration free flight on a spellcaster is amazing. 

Cons

A vast majority of your damage comes only from fire, so if something immune to fire shows up (which, if your DM is playing to your character, it will), you’ll be completely useless.

Most of your non-fire spells require concentration, so you’ll have to pick and choose what you want, and when you want it. For example, turning into a flying, fire-breathing snake would be super flavorful for this build, but that would require Dragon’s Breath and Polymorph at the same time, so you can’t do it.

Once again, your Wisdom is terrible, and your Dexterity is only okay. Don’t get cornered, and don’t fight bards.

Just remember the loved ones you’re fighting for, and you’ll be able to pull through and finish your glorious quest to murder them.

Next up: Gunnhild! (And her husband, I guess)

[madsnjay]

1. Therapy

Tom's POV

"Would anyone else like to come up and share? We have a few minutes left of our session." Amanda shares.

"I'd like to step up." Said a voice in the front row. He jumped up on the podium.

"Hi, how's everyone doing? I'm Alex."

"Hi, Alex."

"Well to start off, it's obviously my first time in one of these things. I'm not gonna lie it was kind of rough for me to finally make my way here. I am many things. I'm a liar, I'm a cynic. I'm a sinner, and a saint. A loser, a critic. Honestly, I'm the ghost of my mistakes."

And I thought the musician was dramatic. "I want this one first." I said turning to Jay. "Already on it."

"Well I'm not one to really beat around the bush. I kinda just say it as it is. I know this isn't AA but I have struggled a lot with alcohol. I recently got into an accident because of it, in which ended with my best friend in the hospital. Thankfully he's okay. It fucking sucks that it had to get to that point for me to finally realize I had to fix this problem. I've been sober for almost two weeks now and I'd be lying if I said I haven't been tempted. Every time I let my mind wander I think back to that night. He told me repeatedly he'd drive. He was a lot more sober than I was. He offered to pay for an uber for us. He did all the right things except for one. He decided to get in the car with me. He decided to trust me. That will forever be my greatest regret. I keep thinking 'yeah, I should be laying in that hospital bed. It should be me fighting for my life even though I don't deserve to live'. I take my life for granted. I'd give anything for a bottle to help me forget. He helps me through it all. He's forgiven me. Now it's time for me to learn to forgive myself."

What a load of bullshit. Two weeks sober huh? I bet I can break him.

"Time heals all wounds. We're all hard on ourselves because we know we should've known better. We are all our own worst critic. Thank you so much Alex, we are all here for you and you have our support. And thank you to everyone else who shared today. I'll see you all next week." Amanda says with a bright smile.

We sit and watch everyone make their way to the door. Once everyones gone, I turn to face Jay for a report.

"Alex's story checks out. The only thing I'm curious about is how could his friend have forgiven him if he's in a coma?" She says with a sarcastic grin.

Welcome to the game, Alex.

Jay's POV

Finding Alex was easy, but finding more info on Em was a bit more of a challenge. Usually the damaged like to share more of themselves to try to get others to feel pity. Em was different, and I liked a challenge.

"You ready?" Noel said as he and Cody stood out by the door of the session. When you help one of the town's most feared, you're obviously gonna need some type of protection. As I filled them in on our two newest players, Cody went off to follow up on Alex's unfortunate victim.

"Noel, I'm gonna need you to follow the musician around-"

"Boss says I can't leave you on your own-"

"Yeah? Well I'm your boss, too. And I need you to do this for me. I'll take care of Tom." I said aggravated. He was hesitant at first before he decided to walk off and catch up before she got too far.

Before I decided to walk back into the room with Tom, I felt eyes on me. I turned and seen Alex making direct eye contact from down the hall. Show time.

"Like what you see?" I said with a smirk.

"For the most part."

"Very revealing story there, Alex." I said as I made my way to him.

"Just being honest and open that's all." he said leaning against the wall.  "And since we're being honest and open, how about you let me take you out for some coffee. Unless you got other plans." He said as he looked behind me to see Tom standing down the hall by the door.

"Nope, totally free." I said as I glared at Tom. I love him, but I'm tired of him thinking he can control me. I hate the fact that he knows he has me wrapped around his finger. This is a step I'm taking all on my own, and I'm gonna prove to him that I don't need his white knuckled grasp on me to produce results.

Tom's POV

What in the actual fuck does she think she's doing? Going off with Alex? Alone? She could absolutely blow the entire thing with this idiotic burst of rebellion. And why the fuck did Noel just leave like that? I specifically told him not to leave her alone, and that's exactly what he did. I know she can be persuasive, and honestly downright intimidating sometimes, but orders are orders. She can't be undermining me to my own employees.

As they all walked off in their separate directions, I found myself standing there, unsure of what to do. Before I could give it any more thought, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Amanda, giving a big smile to the last couple of people heading out of the building.

"Tom, let's talk inside." She said as she jerked her head back towards the building. I sighed and turned to follow after her. I need to find out what Jay is up to, but I guess I can't really be seen following them around. Then I'll blow the whole thing. Plus, if she told me to talk inside and I left, she'd have my head displayed on her mantle, and that's not really how I planned to go out if I'm being perfectly honest.

"What's up, A?" I asked as I sat next to her on the back row, throwing my arm over the back of the chair between us and turning to face her.

"We need to talk better strategies. You and Jay have gotten kind of... sloppy lately. You're my number one asset, and I don't want her reckless rebellion interfering with your success." Shit.

"I mean, I'm your only asset but I'll take it," I said with a chuckle, trying to ease the tension. She didn't so much as hint at any sort of smile at my lame excuse for a joke. I nervously cleared my throat and continued. "Amanda, I can assure you I have everything under control. We're just going with a... different course of action this time, but I can assure you, everything will go as planned." She seemed pleased with my response, and she confirmed by not pressing the issue anymore.

"So. Who are the new targets?" She always got eager to know who we were going after next. She's a firm believer in ridding the world of the damaged people that damage others. It was almost unsettling how much pleasure she took in our work.

"Definitely Alex. Dude was way too dramatic from the start. Had me at his poetry bullshit before he ever even told his story." She nodded in agreement and looked away in thought.

"So just him? Cody, Jay, and Noel all went off in different directions. Kinda strange for one target, isn't it?" For some reason, I didn't want her to know about the musician yet. I wanna know her full story before I get Amanda involved.

"As of right now, yes. Cody is checking in on Alex's friend to see what's up, and Alex asked Jay to go get coffee with him, so she's gonna try to get more of an inside story from him. Noel is keeping an eye on them from afar." She nodded, hopefully not suspicious of my answer.

"Very well then. Keep up the good work." She said shaking my hand as we both stood up to leave. As I was about to walk out the door, she spoke again stopping me in my tracks. "Oh, and one more thing."

"Yes ma'am?" I asked turning back, worried she was about to call me out for lying straight to her face. "I'm glad you're on our team." She threw in a small smile at the end, easing my nerves.

"I am too. I really am." I said before I turned and exited the building. Now how the fuck am I gonna handle this whole situation?

Jay's POV

"Pick your poison." He says as we made our way to the register. Poison, not a bad idea. Simple and a hell of a lot less messy.

"Can I get a venti salted caramel cold brew with toffee nut in the foam please?" As I reached for my wallet I felt his hand pull mine away.

"And a black hot coffee for me, both under Alex. Thank you." he said as he handed his card over. A gentleman, kind of a shame. "I asked you out for coffee, my treat. I'm guessing your boy has you fend for yourself a lot huh?"

I really had no idea how to respond to that. Part of me wanted to defend Tom, but the other part of me knows he's kind of right.

"I'll take your silence as an answer," he chuckled. I walked over to a table as he brought over our drinks. "Speaking of, what's the deal with you two? Trouble in paradise?"

"He's no one you really have to worry about. We're just really good friends." I said as I take a drink.

"That's good to know, now this all doesn't have to be too awkward."

"Were you worried?" I said with a big grin.

"A little, it's just the way he watches you. Like he's waiting for you to slip away."

"He has no hold on me." I said with a reassuring smile.

"So, you know a little bit of my story. What's yours?"

"Well, I have a habit of collecting damaged people. I seem to gravitate to it apparently." I say as I take another sip.

"So what are you after? Some kind of disaster?"

"Damage attracts damaged."

He smiles as he takes a drink. "Well, then I think this could be good for us. Help fix each other."

Sure, help me.

[envision-fandom]

Sacrifices

Tom Riddle fanfiction

Couple: Reader x Tom Riddle

This was it. The moment he had been waiting for since he had found out about his fathers’ true blood status. He would finally severe all ties with his filthy mud blood family by using them as the first sacrifices towards evolving into the most powerful dark wizard of all time.

He would be all powerful, immortal, indestructible and no one would get in his way.

Except maybe her.

He had it all planned out. He would walk straight into the Riddle household where his father was currently residing and he would look him straight in the eye as he performed, for the first time, the killing curse.

He had dreamed about this moment for years, finding himself in a state of euphoria imagining the shocked look on his father’s face, as his own son, the son he had abandoned before birth was the one to end his meaningless existence. 

This is where it would all begin.

The true birth of the Dark Lord.

He had just entered the grounds of his families residence, readying his wand with a heinous look plastered over his face, his eyes glinting with pure malice.

He walked through the gate and began down the long path towards the home.

He was merely a few feet away from the door, when his fully thought through plan was instantly hindered.

He had heard a soft voice, floating gently towards him from behind one of the rose bushes.

He stopped dead in his tracks, not wanting to be seen entering the home.

He hid himself behind the nearest trees and watched intently as a young girl, around the same age as himself wondered along the path where he had been standing not a few moments before.

She was carrying a basket of tools and her dress was smothered with mud. She began trimming the rose bush, singing gently beneath her breathe. Her long Y/H/C hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her hands although covered in mud, were delicate and slender.

Tom couldn’t help but stare. She was nothing like the girls who had attended Hogwarts, she looked like one of those princesses the young girls in the Orphanage used to fawn over.

After a observing her for a moment, curious about the beauty stood in front of him, he eventually brought himself out of his daze, remembering the reason he was here.

Nothing, not even the girl stood before him would stop him.

He once again readied his wand and pointed it towards her, she could just be another one of the innocent lives he had to sacrifice. She was most likely a filthy muggle girl anyway and had no purpose to live on this earth which would soon be ruled by himself and his followers.

“It will be kinder to kill her now, than to watch her suffer and be tortured later on.” He told himself, still not being able to mutter the two simple words that would kill her instantly.

He let out a sigh and began the spell “Avada…” He was interrupted by the sudden sounds of more footsteps.

He once again lowered his wand and moved back slightly, to ensure he was not caught.

Someone had approached the young girl and had begun a conversation with her. She laughed gently and the innocent sound stunned him, making his heart do something it had never done before- beat.

She laughed again, this time along with a deeper, male laugh. Tom edged forward on impulse, not understanding why he was so annoyed she was laughing along with another man.

He peeked through a gap in the trees and studied the man beside her. He was older, his dark hair greying slightly. He had a sharp jaw and familiar eyes that were so similar to his own. It was his Father.

He had his hand on the girl’s shoulder and was looking at her the same way Tom had when he had first saw her, with bewilderment and lust.

The look in his fathers eyes aggravated Tom, remembering how he had abandoned his mother when she was pregnant with him, he pointed out his wand in disgust at his obvious flirtatious behaviour. He almost cursed his father then and there, but was conflicted as his plan wouldn’t go into accordance.

He wanted to be looking his father directly in the eye, not cursing him from behind whilst cowering away behind a tree.

He lowered his wand in annoyance, wanting the young girl to just hurry and leave, so his father would go back inside and he could get on with the murder properly.

He stayed hidden as he watched the scene unfold before him. The girl continued to prune the roses, talking avidly about her fathers recovery and the fact that he would return back to work manning the grounds soon.

So she was the ground keepers daughter.

“Well you’re always welcome to stroll the grounds once your father returns. And be sure to come over and visit me and my parents sometimes too, we would all love your company.” Tom despised the way his no good father was drooling over the young girl, and he could no longer hold himself back when his father began to lean towards the girl.

She moved back uncomfortably, looking around, eyes wide in shock.

“It’s okay Y/N, we are alone, no one will see us.” He had now grabbed a hold of her arms, preventing her from escaping. She wriggled against him helplessly “If you wish for your father to remain employed, then I would stay still if I were you.” He threatened.

He was just about to close the gap between himself and the young girl, when on impulse Tom decided to intervene. He flicked his wand in his father’s direction, causing him to trip over and land heavily on the ground.

The young girl looked around for a moment, confused as to what had just happened, before taking the opportunity to escape. She ran down the path, through the gate and out of site.

Tom smirked contently at the site of his father struggling on the ground “You’ll get what’s coming to you soon enough father.” He whispered to himself “Your time for suffering has only just begun.”

Over the next few days Tom had returned to the Riddle household, but it wasn’t for his original plan.

Each time he went to storm into the home and murder his father, he was stopped by a glimpse of golden hair or the sound of soft footsteps.

This girl was driving him mad. She seemed to appear around every corner, as if she was an obstacle put there purely to prevent him from making his horcruxes.

If this didn’t stop happening, sooner or later he would have to kill her. Yet, he had been telling himself the exact same thing all week, up until this very moment.

The next day there was no sign of her. He had managed to make his way along the path and to the door without so much as a glimpse of her.

He unlocked the door and proceeded, for the first time into the Riddle family home.

He had finally done it. His father and grandparents were dead. His soul was now split into four pieces, the separated parts, placed strategically into the items he had chosen.

He was now officially immortal. Except it wasn’t enough. He craved more. Seven was the number he had decided on.

The next week he once again returned to the Riddle home and made his way to the graveyard not too far away.

It was the day of the funeral. He observed from afar as his father was lowered into the hole under the ground. A large statue of death, towering above him.

Several people from the town had attended the funeral, not because they cared for his father, but simply because they were intrigued by the curious cause of his and his seemingly healthy parents death. 

No one knew what had truly happened to them, as the coroners report came back to show there was no sign of poison, stab wounds or strangulation. They just dropped dead of their own accord. 

He scanned the crowd in disgust, attending the funeral was not apart of his great plan, but he found himself wanting to see the young girl one last time before he moved onto greater things. 

He sighed in defeat. She had not attended the funeral. 

“But why would she?” He asked himself “His vile father had tried to attack her only a week prior.” 

He waited until the service was over and the crowd had began to disperse, none of them bothering to throw some dirt or a rose onto his fathers coffin. 

When he was sure he was finally alone, he made his way over to the freshly filled grave. 

He looked down at the ground and cursed his fathers name under his breathe.

“Did you know him well? Are you family of his?” The sudden sound of the voice startled him and he peered beside him to see the girl standing next to him, observing the grave stone.

“Not exactly.” He replied, stunned. 

She looked up at him and her eyes widened slightly “But… you look exactly like him. Only younger, like you’re his son?” She furrowed her brows in confusion.

“I am his son.” He admits, not seeming to be able to lie to the girl.

She nodded her head slowly “I didn’t know he had a son. Do you live with your mother?” She asked.

“It’s none of your business.” He replied harshly, not wanting to get into his family’s dark history.

She looked away embarrassed “You’re right I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t have many people to talk to, I’m not quite sure what the proper etiquette is.” She bit her lip awkwardly “Oh right, I guess I should give my condolences, I am very sorry about your father.”

Tom simply nodded, smirking slightly at the fact she was apologising to his father’s murderer. “If only she knew what I was.” He thought to himself “She would run away screaming with fright.” The thought of it made him chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” She asked, gazing up at him wonderingly “Was it a happy memory?”

He scoffed “Not exactly, I don’t have many of those.”

She shifted uncomfortably “Well, we are all meant to end up in the ground someday. I hope we can take comfort in that.”

“Not all of us.” She looked up at him questioningly “Wouldn’t you like to live forever?” He asked.

“No.” She answered without a second thought.

“Why not?” He asked, genuinely interested in her response.

“It would be lonely.” She paused for a moment, placing a rose delicately on top of the fresh mound of dirt “Although, it would be nice to live for a little bit longer, you know? To live a full and meaningful life.”

“And what do you think makes a life have meaning?” He waited for her answer, interested to see what muggle’s thought was of importance in their tragic lives.

“Family. To procreate is the reason for existence, it allows us to continue on living through others. It’s the closest way to reach immortality and It also surrounds you with the most powerful force ever. Love.”  

[ladyshandioftheendless]

StarChild Assassin: The Final Part

So..it’s come to an end at last.. Thank you all for taking this ride with me~ I appreciate all of your encouragement and your love for the crazy stuff I’ve written~ You guys rock!

~Shandi

While settling into their new jobs, Peter encounters a familiar face from his past, while Eric gives Paul a wonderful surprise.

LIPS LIKE POISON Part 20

Out of all the possible places for them to end up, Peter never dreamed getting away from his former turbulent life was what it would take to finally bring him to Vegas. It was everything he’d always hoped it would be. Big. Flashy. Loud. His holy land. It still amazed him that Eric remembered. The two-floor townhouse they lived in was only a few miles away from the bright lights of the Strip (Mostly to make the commute to work easier. Gene had a head for practicality after all). He found himself looking out the window every night with an excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time. Tomorrow he and Eric would be starting their new jobs. 

One floor below Eric and Paul were settling into bed. Eric was still wearing a huge smile as he cuddled his boyfriend. “Did you see the look on Peter’s face? I hadn’t seen him look like that in years. It was just like the good old days~” Paul lazily stroked his boyfriend’s hair. “It makes me happy to see you happy, baby~ You excited to be playing again?” Eric sighed happily. “I can’t tell you how happy I am~ I’m not just playing alone, I’m playing with Peter! I…I think I’m gonna cry..” 

“Awww, baby you are crying~” 

“I’m emotional! Hold me!” 

Paul laughed and held his boyfriend close, kissing his cheek and his lips. “Don’t lose it completely before you even start..I haven’t had a chance to watch you and yell ‘that’s my baby’~” Turning off the lights he stroked Eric’s chin to calm him, drifting off to sleep to the gentle sounds of his purrs. 

In the morning Eric sat in front of the vanity mirror while Paul brushed and pinned up his hair. “I dunno how I feel about wearing a wig..” Paul huffed. “I will not have you doing terrible things to your gorgeous golden mane, baby. Besides..you can just think of it as part of your costume~” 

“Well..yeah I guess that works for me~” 

“I hoped you’d say that~” Paul took out the wig from its box and placed it on Eric’s head, adjusting it until it fit just right. “That feel okay? Not too tight?” Eric studied his reflection. He never thought shorter black hair would fit him so well. “It feels just fine, babe. Thanks~” Paul took a few steps back to admire his boyfriend from afar. “Nobody will ever be able to tell that’s not your real hair. I am good~” Eric grinned, grabbing his boyfriend’s waist and pulling him closer for a kiss. “You’re better than good, babe..you’re incredible~” He glanced up at the clock. “Oh shit we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave right now! Sorry to kiss and run! Seeya tonight!” He grabbed his keys, giving Paul one last kiss before rushing out the door…and nearly running into Peter. “‘Bout time y’got the lead out your ass! We gotta go!” 

“I know..my fault..” 

“Have a good day, you two~” 

Peter’s eyes went wide as they turned onto the Strip. “Holy shit…everything is so much bigger than I imagined as a kid. There’s a wild energy in this place that you can feel as soon as you enter. I’m here. I’m workin’ here. If this is a dream I don’t ever wanna wake up.” Eric smiled. “Even if it is a dream I’m glad we’re sharing it~” 

“Me too, Little Cat~” 

‘Little Cat’. Hearing that nickname no longer hurt. And hearing Peter say it now gave Eric the most joy he’d felt since he met Paul. As they pulled into the hotel’s garage Peter caught sight of a very familiar statue. “W-what is this..? Where are we..?” Eric couldn’t keep himself from smiling any longer. “This is where we’re working now! The New York, New York! Thought I’d keep it a secret as a surprise~ You like?” Peter could only nod his head in stunned silence. “It’s like..being home away from home. You had this all planned out from the beginning didn’t ya?” 

“Guilty as charged~”

“Bet your ass I got some words. But later cause we gotta get in there!” 

After finally finding a parking space they booked it into the hotel in search of the Event Coordinator. A half an hour of getting totally lost later they managed to find her. “Excuse us!!” Eric yelled, completely out of breath. “Really sorry..ahh..we’re uh…Eric Mensinger and George Criscuola..we..applied for the stage show positions..?” The Coordinator huffed and them with her hands on her hips. “It’s about time you got here..I was about to mark you down as no-shows! Dressing rooms are this way! You got 15 minutes to get ready! Rehearsal’s in 20 and don’t worry about the makeup we’ll figure that out later!” Eric and Peter glanced at each other. So much for a no-pressure job. Once they were shown to their room they got to work picking out costumes. “Oh I like these~” Eric said, taking two that he favored off the rack. Here ya go..Panther~” Peter looked his costume over with amusement. “Panther eh? And what are you gonna be?” Eric grinned, holding up his shredded and spotted costume. “I’m Jaguar~”

“The Untamed Cats are loose again~” 

Rehearsals went better than they expected. They were even applauded for their skills with their drum sets. Peter felt re-energized and Eric was just plain overjoyed. He knew his mentor hadn’t lost it completely. With their jobs secured they went back to their dressing room to change and celebrate with a drink. A feeling nagged at Eric that something wasn’t right. “I..didn’t leave the door open..did you..?” Peter shook his head. “I’ll check it out.” He pushed the door open slowly. Whoever was inside had their back turned to him, but he’d recognize those curves from fifty feet away. 

“It really is a small world isn’t it..?”

“Vinnie..” 

“Even with a different hair color I recognized you.” Vinnie turned to him, his face an impassive mask. “I like to visit the other hotels to watch the rehearsals for their new shows. I couldn’t believe it was you. I had to see for myself.”  Peter nodded the all-clear to Eric and closed the door. They needed some time alone. “I’d ask how you got back here but I think I already know the answer. Are you..stayin’ here too?” Vinnie nodded. “I work at the Luxor. Quite a ways from here but something compelled me to come.” 

“God knows why after all the shit I did to ya.” 

“If you actually believe that what you did was wrong, you’ve already taken the first steps to changing.” Vinnie took a few steps closer. “For a long time I believed you were perfect. That your abuse was love. When you hurt me..I thought I deserved it. I was convinced I couldn’t do better. It takes an even longer time to see reality for what it truly is after your blinders are taken off.” Peter sighed deeply. “Can’t disagree there..” 

“I never thought I’d hear you say those words. You really have changed~” 

Peter sat in his chair at stared at himself in the mirror. “For a long time I kept tellin’ myself there was worth to what I did. I was takin’ my revenge out on the world for the shit I’d done to myself. I used people. I killed em. I stole. I cheated. And I didn’t give a damn about the consequences cause I thought I couldn’t be touched.” He pointed to the door. “That kid out there..he was the only one who saw through it all. He chased after me..he begged me to let him help me..even though I’d been tryin’ to kill him. If that’s not a fuckin’ wake up call I dunno what is.” Vinnie sat in the chair beside him. “Call me crazy but..in some strange way..maybe we were meant to meet again like this. Just to..show each other how much we’ve grown..” He reached out to touch Peter’s hair. “I want to try again with you. Even after everything…I thought my feelings for you would disappear..but seeing you again now just brought them all rushing back like a tidal wave. Let’s…let’s give ourselves a chance to love each other the right way..” At that moment Peter couldn’t find the words to reply. He just pulled Vinnie into a tight embrace. “You’re a fuckin’ jewel, Baby Doll and you deserve to be treated like one. If you really think I’m worth it then all I can give you is my word that I won’t fuck it up this time.” Vinnie nuzzled his neck. “Come see me at the Luxor tonight~ Room 1135.” When the door opened again Eric jerked his head up. Seeing Vinnie nod to him and leave he went inside. “Peter? Everything okay?” Peter was quiet for a while before he answered. “Hm? Oh yeah, fine. Just had to repair some bridges. Let’s get out of this stuff and get outta here huh? I wanna go home and freshen up for later.” Eric smirked. “Ohhhhh I see~” Peter sighed, already picturing the relentless teasing he’d have to put up with on the drive back home. 

“Welcome home boys~!” Paul hugged them as soon as they walked in the door. “I hope you’re both hungry cause I ordered pizza!” Eric smiled and pulled his boyfriend close for a kiss. “Mm..you’re so thoughtful, babe. I’m starving~ Peter however..he’s got a date~” Paul’s eyes lit up. “You don’t say~?” They heard Peter stomp up the stairs in a huff. “Dammit Eric don’t make me smack your Little Cat ass!!” After hearing the door slam they burst into laughter. Kicking their own door closed, Eric ripped off his wig and tossed it onto the couch. “Ugggggh freedom!! I dunno how people can wear these things all the time..especially if they still have hair! They make your head sweat..and itch!” Paul helped him pull out the ridiculous amount of hairpins he’d used earlier that morning. “Poor baby~ Why don’t we eat..and then we can take a niiiice cool shower~?” Eric nodded eagerly. “Ohhhh babe that sounds goooood~ Let’s get into that pizza then cause I want in that shower like..hours ago.” While they had dinner Peter let himself in, dressed in a crisp white button up shirt with pinstriped slacks and vest, complete with his favorite black leather shoes. Paul had to do a double take. “Ohhhh my, baby..I didn’t know your Big Cat cleaned up so nicely~ Maybe I should have him take me out sometime~” Peter chuckled. “Sure why not? With you an’ Vinnie on my arms lookin’ pretty I’d be the envy of Vegas~” Paul choked on his drink. “Did you say Vinnie?!”

“Yeah I did. Met up with him earlier. I’m goin’ over to the Luxor to see him. Borrowin’ the car. Don’t wait up for me, kids~” He picked up the keys and was gone without another word. Paul was still in shock. “H-he didn’t just say Vinnie..did he..?”

“Yep. He did.” 

“So it’s true?”

“Yep. Saw him myself.”

“Well, what are the odds..?” 

“Astronomical..but here we are.” 

“Oh this’ll be fun to tease him about~” 

“I get to do it first~” 

“No fair! You got to do it while you drove back here!” 

Eric shot his boyfriend a suggestive look. “I’ll wrestle you for it~” Paul laughed. “You’re more than welcome to pin me to the floor..but..shower first~” He got up from his chair and grabbed his boyfriend’s arm, leading him to the bathroom. “Lemme take care of you, Pussy-Cat..I’ll even wash your hair~” Eric was already half way undressed. “Can’t say no to an offer like that~” Once the shower was ready Eric stepped in, closed his eyes and let himself relax. The cool water felt amazing. His boyfriend’s gentle hands just made the experience even better. He purred like a contented house cat while his hair was being washed which amused Paul to no end. “I hope I can get you purring like that in bed tonight~” Eric reached back to stroke his boyfriend’s thigh. “You keep using your hands like that and it’s all but guaranteed~” He groaned as his boyfriend grasped his cock and nibbled at his ear. “Why don’t we get a head start right now~?” 

“Fuck yes…make me really purr, babe~” 

They ended up staying in the shower for much longer than they intended.

Eric and Peter fell into their routine pretty easily. They rehearsed daily until the show was to open two months later. The morning of opening night Paul helped Eric apply his makeup and wig. “I saw a commercial for the show earlier~” Paul said as he painted on Eric’s ‘whiskers’. “’Come experience the Music of the Wild! Only at the New York, New York Hotel & Casino, the biggest urban jungle on the Strip!’ I can’t wait to see you tonight, baby..I’m so proud of you~” Eric’s blush was well hidden by his white facepaint. “Thanks, babe~ I’m so damn nervous but I’m excited too! Looking over at Peter always helps me calm down though, you know? I think as long as I do that I’ll be alright~” Paul kissed the top of his head. “You’re both gonna go up on stage and you’re gonna rock that show. I just know it. And I’ll be right there cheering you on~” There was a knock at the bathroom door. “Just me, Little Cat!” Peter said. “I’m ready to go whenever you are!” Eric exhaled, looking himself over in the mirror one last time. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. Almost done! Be right out! Babe, since Peter’s got his own car now I’m gonna drive over with him so you can take our car to the show tonight. Don’t forget to get there early~” Paul took both of his boyfriend’s hands and squeezed them tightly. “I won’t, promise~ Go out there and kill ‘em, Jaguar~” 

Driving over to the Strip was nothing short of chaotic, but by some miracle Paul managed it. After parking in the garage he raced into the hotel. While standing in line he reached into his jacket to find his ticket. Feeling someone tap his shoulder he turned, coming face to face with Vinnie. “You!” 

“Yes. Me.” 

“What are you doing here?”

“Why do you think I’m here?”

“My guess is to see Peter.”

“Your guess is correct~” 

Paul sighed and let his shoulders relax. “Of course you are. Sorry..sometimes I forget we’re not still in real New York. This place..brings back a lot of memories..” Vinnie nodded slowly. “It certainly does. Fortunately for us, our pasts were left back in real New York. I’m willing to forgive and forget if you are.” Paul took Vinnie’s hand and shook it. “We’ve come too far to let whatever happened fuck anything up now. It’s forgotten~” They handed over their tickets and went inside. The interior was beautiful and elaborately decorated to look like a jungle. Paul looked around in awe. “Wow..they really do go very big here don’t they?” Vinnie chuckled. “Well..it is Vegas~” While looking for their seats in the front row they discovered they sat only a small distance away from each other. Paul raised a curious eyebrow. “I’d say this was a coincidence but I don’t buy that for a second. Do you?” Vinnie shook his head. “No way in hell~” They both laughed quietly as the theater went dark.

The show was quite the spectacle. The dancers were beautifully painted to look like various jungle animals. The band was lined across the back of the stage with Eric and Peter’s drum sets on opposite ends. As the crowd applauded and cheered for them Paul struggled to fight back his tears. They were both incredible. And together they were magic. In the middle of the second act some of the dancers leapt from the stage prowled through the aisles, looking for people to take with them. Paul was completely caught off guard when one of the zebras took his hands and lifted him out of his seat. Before he knew it he was on the stage with a few other bewildered people, not knowing what they should do. He was so distracted by the other dancers he didn’t notice Eric climb down from his drum set and approach him. Only when his hand was taken did he stop looking around frantically and realize his boyfriend was there. “Oh my god, Eric what’s going on?!” he shouted, not even sure if he could be heard over the loud music. Eric just smiled and got down on one knee in front of him.

HE WASN’T!!

Sure enough Eric took a small box out of one of the pouches on his costume and opened it, revealing a gorgeous silver ring lined with small diamonds. Paul was struck absolutely speechless. He covered his mouth with a shaky hand, using all of the self control he could possibly manage to nod his head. It all seemed like a hazy dream. Eric stood, taking the ring from its box and slipping it onto his finger. The crowd cheered loudly. The dancers jumped around the stage in celebration. Paul saw none of it. All he saw was the man he was now engaged to. As they kissed the crowd went wild.

To everyone else this was just Vegas.

To Paul it was the most wonderful day of his entire life. 

~END~

[addicted-to-dc]

Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader- Feather

Also has a bit of Poison Ivy X Reader

Warning: Suicide in general, angst, swearing, mentions of mmuuurrddeerr

Clutching onto your armored legs, you watched Gotham from afar.  Your chin rested on your knees, aching from the knee pads digging into your skin.  You were sure that your lip was still bleeding from biting at the chapped sections, but you couldn’t care.  He was gone, he left you alone in this unforgiving world.  You finally understood how the world worked, giving you something to love and hold on to until it’s torn away from you.  Bruce was gone, heading to some event to deal with the man that killed him.  Thinking of his name made you want to puke.  Bruce wasn’t going to kill him, you knew that, and then he was going to be sent to Arkham.  He would escape again, kill again, and be captured again.  It was a deadly game of cat and mouse you had involved yourself in, and death is the penalty for losing.

Ripping your domino mask off, you tossed it behind you, tired of containing your tears.  Burying your head in between your knees, you finally allowed yourself to cry.  No one was around to see  you like this, to treat you like a fragile piece of glass.  You had left Alfred alone after Bruce brought his body back, informing you that he was dead.  You blamed yourself for allowing him to leave on his own.  If you just could have convinced him to let you come with him, he wouldn’t be dead, or at least you wouldn’t be alive.  With just a push off of the edge, you could end it now, ending all of the pain and suffering.  You wouldn’t have to feel this way, face the monster that killed him, or face any of the monsters that you faced on a nightly basis.

Wiping your eyes, you glanced down, sucking a shallow breath.  Placing your gloved hands on the edge, you sucked in a breath and leaned forward, ready to let it all go, to see Jason again.  Just as you were about to fall, something pulled you away from the ledge.  Screaming, you clawed at whatever was pulling you away, sobbing as you were dragged to the middle of the roof.  

“No!” you sobbed, your tears blurring your vision.  “Please, don’t!”

You were placed on the ground, but you could still feel the pressure on your abdomen.  Wrapping your arms around yourself, you curled into yourself, your body shaking from your sobs.  You felt the pressure go away, but it was replaced by arms wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you into a chest.

“Why did you do that?” you asked the person, looking up with tears in your eyes.  “I can’t live without him.”

“Who?” a familiar female voice asked softly, her hand running through your hair.

“Jason,” you sobbed, saying his name for the first time in days.  “He’s gone.  He killed him.”

Exhaling a shaky breath, you looked over to see red overlapping with green.  Blinking the tears away, you noticed that the red was hair and the green was skin and plants.  Looking up, you saw Poison Ivy’s face.

“Who killed Jason?” she asked, still running her fingers through your hair.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and leaned your head against her, not able to say his name, “Him, the clown.”

She sucked in a breath, “Joker?”

You flinched at the name, “Yes.”

“Why would you end your life because of his death?” Ivy asked you, making you have eye contact with her.  “Instead of ending the pain, use it against those who have wronged you.”

“How?” you asked her, “How can I?  Batman-”

“Batman is not in charge of your life or opinions,” she interrupted you.  “He is your guardian, but where is he now?”

“Not here,” you replied quietly, “but how can I trust you?  You’re supposed to be the villain.”

“I’m trying to do the same thing you’ll be doing,” Ivy said calmly, tracing her finger across your jawline.  “I’m trying to avenge the things that I love.  Are you going to avenge Jason?”

“I want to,” you admitted, “but what about Batman?  He’ll find me and take me home, I can’t let him ruin my chance to… my chance to avenge him.”

“I’ll help you,” she said, “but it will take time.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around her.  “Thank you for saving me.”

“I couldn’t let a precious flower like you wilt away.”

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Sitting on the same ledge, you reminisced that moment when Ivy had saved you five years prior.  You were lucky that she was there, or else you’d be buried six feet under decomposing in a box.  After that night, you were able to learn more from her than you ever have from Bruce.  She provided you with her knowledge of plants, chemicals, and connections in the underground.  Now you were back here, you wondered if Jason would approve of the person you became.  He would probably smack you over the head, but this was more for you than it was for him.  You needed the closure, the relief, and Joker’s head mounted on a stick for all to see.  That monster had done enough damage to you and the world without any permanent punishment except a guaranteed cell in Arkham and the amount of years he’d be stuffed in there.

“Hiya, (Y/N/N)!”

“Hi, Harley,” you greeted her, not removing your eyes from the view, “what brings you here?”

“Red was wonderin’ where you were,” she answered, plopping down next to you.  “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sighed, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath.  “I just needed somewhere quiet.”

“This is the spot, isn’t it?” Harley asked, receiving a nod from you.  “Why did you pick here of all places?”

“I don’t know,” you answered, looking over to her.  “I guess I just needed to be here one last time before I start doing this again, what I gave up when I left home.”

“Batsy asked about you, y’know,” she said, swinging her legs.  “He wanted to know if you were okay and where you were.  I don’t know how he found out that you were still here, but he still cares about you.”

“I know that,” you stated.  “We have different ways of coping, and mine was excluding him from my life.  I was sixteen when he died, Harley, what could I have done?  I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I know how you feel,” Harley said quietly, smiling lightly.  “Red has a pretty weird habit of collecting emotionally compromised people, huh?”

You chuckled, “I guess she does.”

“Are ya really gonna kill him?” she asked softly.

“I’m going to do my best,” you answered honestly.

She nodded, turning her head to look at the city, “I used to have his name all over me, both in tattoos and the scars.  I thought I loved him, but Red showed me what love really is.  She took you in like she took me in, a lost soul with a broken heart.”

“Do you still love him?” you asked her.

“Sometimes,” Harley replied, “but then I remember Red and how much I love her.”

“You think I’ll ever find someone else like you did?”

“I’m positive you will.”

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“What the hell do you mean?!” Jason shouted at Bruce, pointing a finger at him.  “You’re telling me (Y/N) disappeared the day I died, and you couldn’t kill the Joker?  Wow, isn’t my undead life wonderful?!”

“(Y/N) didn’t disappear,” Bruce sighed, placing his cowl down, “she’s still in Gotham.  After I told her you died, (Y/N) left and didn’t come back.”

“Why didn’t you get her back?” Jason asked, tossing his helmet to the side.  “You let my (Y/N) leave the manor after news like that?!  You just let (Y/N) go and expected her to live her life?!  She could have jumped off the tallest building she could find after hearing I died!”

“(Y/N) has been living with Ivy for the past five years!” Bruce shouted, instantly silencing Jason.  “I didn’t try hard enough to be there for (Y/N), and she left.”

“Screw this!” Jason yelled, picking his helmet off from the ground and walking away.  “I’m finding (Y/N).”

“(Y/N) might not be the person you loved five years ago, Jason,” Bruce said, making Jason stop.

“I’m not the person I was either.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this, (Y/N)?” Pamela asked you, holding your mask in her hands.

“I am sure, Pammie,” you replied, grasping your mask.  “I’m not going to kill him tonight, something like this needs to be planned.  I can’t go in there guns blazing even if I wanted to.”

“I don’t want to lose you, my little flower,” she said, moving a piece of your hair away from your face.  “There are more threats in Gotham than that psychotic clown.”

You nodded, hugging her, “I know.”

“Please be careful,” she whispered.

“I will,” you promised, releasing Pammie from the hug.  “Are we still having a movie marathon tomorrow?”

Pammie nodded, “Yes.”

“You know I wouldn’t miss that,” you said, giving her a small smile before climbing out of the window and grappling away.

You grappled to the nearest building and landed, sliding on the gravel.  Sighing, you never thought you’d miss the feeling of flying through the air with the wind brushing your face.  Looking around, you assessed where you were in the city and guessed that it would take twenty five minutes to reach Joker’s current hideout.  You hadn’t seen him in years, Pammie and Harley made sure of it, but you did your research during your stay with them.  Taking in a deep breath, you ran off the roof and shot your grappling hook, landing on the next roof easily.  You repeated that, moving from building to building until you your line was cut, forcing you to roll onto the building under you.  You rolled on the gravel and twisted your body, the momentum allowing you to land on your feet.  

“Holy shit,” you whispered, quickly backing away when you saw Red Hood swinging your way.  

Running to the other side of the building, you tried to flee, but the hook wrapping around your waist prevented you from reaching the edge.  He pulled the cord, forcing you off of your feet.  You landed on your back, groaning in pain.  Your arms were secured to your sides, preventing you from getting up without rolling around like a bug on its back.  You watched as he walked around you and crouched down, his hand still gripping the cord that was secured around you.

“I can’t believe it’s you, (Y/N),” he said, instantly making you confused.

“Who the hell are you?” you growled, trying to loosen the rope around you.

“Jason,” he replied, “Jason Todd.”

“Is this supposed to be funny?” you deadpanned, scowling at him.

“Not at all,” Red Hood said, pulling his helmet off.  “Just like how being murdered by Joker isn’t funny at all, despite the laughs he had.”

“Death is not a fun thing to laugh about,” you said, gasping when he grabbed the front of your armor and pulled you closer.  “What are doing?”

“You have a tattoo behind your left ear, a red, green and yellow feather with my name as the middle part of it,” he said, poking the back of your ear.  “I have a bird’s silhouette sitting on your name as a branch.  We got the tattoos for your sixteenth birthday while Bruce and Alfred were too busy to notice us slip away from your party.”

You laughed lightly, “Where’d we get the cash?  What tattoo parlor did we go to?”

“We opened Bruce’s present early,” he answered, “which was about one hundred bucks.  We went to Gotham’s Ink, and after that we spent the rest of the money on milkshakes.”

“How are you alive?” you asked Jason.

“The Lazarus Pit,” Jason replied, removing the cord from you, “or that’s what I’ve been told.”

“I thought Bruce sealed all of them,” you said, taking the hand Jason provided.

“Apparently not all of them,” he added, pulling you up against him.

“I’m glad he didn’t,”  you whispered, poking his cheek.  “You scared the shit out of me, asshole.”

“No make up sex then?” he asked, chuckling when you punched his shoulder.  “I’ll take that as a no.”

“I will knock you out.”

[sonitavalentine]

A bit more words on Hino bringing Yuuki back

In a sense I can understand why a certain part of the fandom objects to the idea that Yuuki can be at some point brought back to the plot in the present time that is Kaname, Ai & Ren’s line. I can get the feeling but do not get the level of denial some fans come to when they talk about it.

It would be fair to notice that every author tends not only to tell a story but to keep readers intrigued and interested in it by presenting some unexpected twists. What is VKM from this side? It is a pile of well-known events yet. I won’t get tired of repeating it again and again – still we haven’t known anything we didn’t at least suspected before. Major things already depicted get only more details, which is enjoyable, minor things have been loaded into the plot but didn’t play a big role yet (like the one with Kaien and the cure issue, f.e.). And yes of course, something really interesting and totally new can occur, but no matter what will happen further, it only expands the story we already know because we are aware of its ending. Nothing can change the fact that Zero dies, Yuuki sacrifices her life for Kaname (telling, cough!, she loves him, cough!) and Kaname awakes in hands of two beautiful vampire adults who have an indisputable wish to cherish him.

So considering that Hino doesn’t really have enough space for unexpected twists in the past line when will she use this opportunity to refresh the story? Only in the present line, and this is logic. Because we do not know how Kaname, Ai & Ren’s story will end. And I daresay that even Ai & Ren’s plotline is not so vital for logical wrapping up the whole VK thing as Kaname’s one is. Therefore I’m pretty sure that something totally unexpected by the majority of readers will happen in his line. But what can it be?

Let me start from afar.

If we go further in theory of literature we can remember one thrilling thing. I see a lot of fans here love to use their favourite literary devices like parallelism, symbolism etc, so allow me to present mine – Chekhov’s gun. To get it full you can google it – this is one of the widespread dramatic principles in world’s literature, but I’d better put it simpler:

If a gun is mentioned in a story, it must go off.

This means if an author puts something in a story it will have its role further.

Though I do not consider Hino to be a deep and sophisticated author, let’s be honest, but Chekhov’s gun is something that relates to fundamental notions of literature. There’s no writer in the world, neither good nor bad, who will mention something in a story without a reason. If it is said that Mary loves oranges, then she’s either will die eating a poisoned orange or will be made an offer by finding a diamond ring in a goddamn orange.

Now, back to VK before you start asking yourselves how all of this is connected to the fandom.

Though Hino loves mysteries and sometimes lays it on thick, things are pretty simple. If Kaname

- has a memory of Yuuki when they first met each other in the distant past

- questions if there’s a possibility to pull her out of his chest

- ponders if it’s fair not to remember some really important things connected to her

Then Yuuki will definitely play a role in Kaname’s human destiny. And by that I don’t mean her sacrifice, this is already happened. Kaname remembers her in the present, after the sacrifice, so all Kaname’s questions directed to the past will get their answers in the future yet unknown to readers.

If nothing connected with Yuuki was planned by Hino she wouldn’t let Kaname gain that memory of the distant past and think about vampire regeneration functions. If this was brought then there’s the reason behind it. And now we know that Kaname not only asks questions, he has a wish to know the answers. And as soon as he gets them some unexpected twist/event will happen.

I tie possibility of the unexpected event with Kaname and his memories due to the reason that shouldn’t be explained. Everyone in the manga who lost their memories got them back. I don’t believe Kaname will be an exception, especially when we know he used to be a powerful vampire for thousands years. This leads me to an idea that with him it can be much simpler than with Yuuki or Zero. So there’s no doubt, Kaname will remember.

Another question is where it can lead. We know from the plot that Yuuki was very dear to Kaname. We also know that Yuuki cherished every memory of him and Ai & Ren tell it out loud that no one forgot him at least for a day. By this I’m trying to say once again or remind you that Kaname was also dear to Yuuki. Kaname already expressed his desire to see the girl from a glimpse of his recollection. If he has such desire without fully remembering her then it will be even stronger when he does. 

Another note is that Kaname always, guys, ALWAYS gets what he wants. It was stated by Zero in VKM 8. No matter how strange and doubtful his plans are, everything goes the way he designed it to. Now, if we have Kaname oblivious no more and with a wish to see Yuuki again - taking this into account I suppose we can expect something close to YuMe reunion.

I would be glad to use such loud words as RESURRECTION or REINCARNATION, but we really can’t guess what in fact is in Hino’s head. This is why the event is unexpected – it’s hard to predict what will be 100%. It can be resurrection (it seems to me I already figured out the simplest way how to do it, but let me keep it to myrself for a while), reincarnation in another life, etc.

Some people keep talking about Yuuki being reborn as a child in Kaname’s new family, but. Kaname won’t be able to love someone when he remembers Yuuki. We know that he’s not that type of a man who uses women just for a physical pleasure, hence there’s scarcely (I would say there is NOT) a possibility of some pregnancy where Yuuki can be born after.

And even we imagine this – Yuuki as Kaname’s child, okay, but who will be Yuuki’s destiny/love in this new life then? Zero again? But who will be occupied with reviving him? Kaname won’t do this. And what’s more to it, ZeKi already had their life together, they closed all their issues by the end of it, so there’s no sense for them to start all over. This is YuMe who need a lot of time to speak and do a lot of things. :)

The post turned out to be longer as usual, but hopefully you got what I meant. If not, I’m always happy to answer your questions.

[super-not-naturall]

Dine and Dash

SPN Fanfic

-In an attempt to find a connection, Y/N and Sam have a conversation over lunch but run into some trouble along the way.-

(Eventual) SamxReader

2,706 Words

Warnings: Canon Supernatural violence, some jealousy, a mean waitress, some judging of John Winchester’s parental capabilities.

A/N: This is part 5 of Poisonous Soul! I cannot believe I’ve already posted 4 parts to this story. It’s insane the amount of love and support I’ve been given by you guys and I just want you to know that it does not go unseen. I see you every time you like something, or reblog it, or add a tag or comment - and I am so thankful for each and every one of you. (Okay, I’m done being an emotional mess.) As always, feedback is appreciated!

*I do not own any supernatural character and/or gifs I use

The drive to the Diner is filled with comfortable silence as Sam focuses on the street signs. Classic rock floats through the car’s speakers at a low volume and every once in a while, Sam will speak up to get further directions.

“Is this it?” His voice pulls my eyes away from the passing trees to the small diner sitting on the corner of the street.

“Yeah, this is it.”

Brother’s Diner is quiet today, there are only two other cars in the parking lot and none of them from this century. Dean’s Impala fits in nicely.

The bell rings above my head as I open the door, signaling mine and Sam’s entrance to the waitress.

A woman diverts her attention from an elderly couple and gives us a wide smile, “You can sit wherever you’d like, sweetheart.”

Her gaze lingers on Sam longer than I’d like, and I begin to wonder if the sweetheart was for him or me.

Grabbing Sam’s elbow, I lead him to a small booth on the other side of the dining room where we would have a little bit of privacy.

“Is it always this empty?”

I shrug my shoulders and slide into the booth, ignoring how the lumpy cushion beneath me does nothing to make my seat more comfortable.

“I don’t come very often.” I reply, picking a menu up off the table, “I’m usually too busy with school and work.”

I scan through the lunch options, but the only thing that sounds good to me right now is a plate of French fries.

“Hi, my name is Kathy, and I’ll be serving you today.” The waitress’ chipper voice announces from beside me. “What can I start you off with today?”

I look up to find that her eyes are focused on Sam who is still looking through the laminated menu in front of him.

“Sam?” I prompt, giving his leg a slight nudge from underneath the table.

He glances up and gives the waitress the most adorable smile I have ever seen, “Uh, sorry. I’ll just have a water for right now.”

I wish I could roll me eyes at the way Kathy is swooning, but seeing Sam flustered is cute as all hell and I’m practically melting into the cracked, pleather seat across from him.

“What about you, Y/N?” Sam asks, obviously trying to take the attention away from him.

“Oh, I’ll have a Mountain Dew.” I smile at Kathy, but I don’t get as nice of a look as Sam did.

She sashays away from our table, obviously putting more sway in her hips than I would think is comfortable.

“So tell me about yourself.”

“What?” I turn my attention back to the beautiful man in front of me.

Sam is smirking, seemingly amused with the way I can’t focus on anything for more than two seconds.

“Tell me your story. I figure the best way to find some type of connection is to see if any part of our lives matches up.”

“That makes sense,” I nod, trying not to laugh at how this feels like an awkward first date. “Well, my life is really boring. I grew up in a small town in upstate New York where the cows outnumber the people. Went to the same high school with all the same people, graduated and haven’t spoken to them since.” I pick at the nail polish on my thumb while trying to think of something more to say, “Uhh, my parents are still together, living their happily ever after as a maintenance supervisor and a social worker.”

“Social worker?” Sam saves me from trying to think of something else to add to my uneventful life, “Is that why you’re getting your social work degree?”

“Partly.” I shrug, “I mean, I guess it was probably a huge factor on how I was raised and how I turned out, but even if my mom was a plumber, I think I’d still feel this huge need to help others.”

Sam’s lips curl up into a bright smile, “I understand that. A lot of what Dean and I do is to help people.”

I open my mouth to respond, but am interrupted by the clanging of glasses as Kathy sets down our drinks, followed by a not-so-subtle glare in my direction.

“So what can I get for you, Sammy?” Kathy twirls her black locks around her finger and pouts her lips slightly.

Sam clears his throat, looking as awkward as I’m feeling right now. “It’s Sam,” He informs her with a tight smile, “and I’ll just get a salad.”

“What type of dressing?” She leans in forward, making sure to give Sam every opportunity to stare at her chest.

If there wasn’t a small pit in my stomach filled with jealousy, I might be laughing at the ridiculousness of our situation.

“Doesn’t matter,” He says, clearly looking uncomfortable.

“I’d like the chicken tenders and French fries with honey mustard sauce,” I say, trying to distract her from Sam for a couple seconds. “And make sure there are a lot of fries; I love fries.”

Her blue eyes assess me for a second before muttering, “Obviously.”

I feel my jaw physically drop as she walks away from our table.

“Well, she’s not getting a tip,” Sam speaks up, his eyes shining a tiny bit brighter than normal.

There’s a silent beat between us before we both crack up laughing.

It takes a couple minutes for us to settle down, and I have to wipe the tears from my eyes before saying anything else.

“Does this happen to you often?” I ask, looking towards the waitress who is now leaning against the counter giving me the stink eye.

“What? Rude waitresses?” Sam takes a sip of his coffee and shrugs, “Doesn’t it happen to everybody?”

“That’s not what I meant, Sammy,” I smirk, but he just rolls his eyes in response.

“It happens sometimes, I guess.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking a bit uncomfortable again. I can’t help but find that sheepish grin of his so damn attractive, making me wonder if I’m just as bad as the waitress.

I decide to save Sam the embarrassment and steer the conversation away from the waitress ogling him from afar.

“So what about you? What’s your story, Sam Winchester?” I stir the ice in my drink; a habit I formed when I was younger and haven’t been able to shake. Whenever someone sets a cup down in front of me, my hands instantly go to the straw for something to play with; it’s probably a bit unsanitary if I’m being honest with myself.

“I was born in Kansas, but I don’t remember much of it. Our mom was killed when I was a baby and Dad became obsessed with finding the thing that killed her, so Dean and I grew up hunting.” Sam had mentioned before that he had been raised as a hunter, but he never went into detail; not like this.

“It was too dangerous to settle down somewhere, so we practically lived in cheap motels and the Impala.” Sam lets out a bitter laugh and shakes his head. He clenches his jaw and swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

I hesitantly reach out and place my hand over his; when he doesn’t pull away, I let my fingers intertwine with his.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say with a grimace, trying to imagine what it would be like not having a stable place to live. I’ve lived in the same house for 21 years, my parents always providing me with a safe place to stay and food to eat; I couldn’t even begin to understand what Sam went through as a child.

He gives me a sad smile and shrugs, “It wasn’t all bad; I had Dean. He basically raised me, actually.”

But he shouldn’t have had to, I want to say, but I just nod and take a sip of my soda.

I don’t know Sam well enough to start pointing fingers at his father, especially when I don’t know the whole story.

I look towards the jealous waitress in search of our food but find that she isn’t anywhere in sight. Instead, a lanky redhead stands in her place, blowing a pink bubble and keeping her eyes trained on our table.

I want to believe that maybe this new waitress has taken over Kathy’s tables and is scoping out her customers, but her stare is too intense and I’ve learned not to ignore the feeling in my gut.

“Sam,” I turn to the hunter and smile as if nothing is wrong, “that waitress is freaking me out.”

He doesn’t even glance in her direction, just nods.

“I noticed her too,” He informs me, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a twenty-dollar bill, “I think it’s time to leave.”

He leaves the money on the table and begins scooting out of the booth, but before he can stand to his full height, the redhead is there.

“Leaving so soon, sugar?” She has a thick, southern drawl and is smiling just a bit too much to be normal.

“My friend is sick.” He points at me, not too far off from the truth.

My chest is tight and my stomach is twisted in knots; I may actually end up vomiting on the tile floor.

She wouldn’t attack us in front of other people, would she?

Her cherry red lips curl into a smile that does more to set me on edge than comfort me.

I look back over to Sam whose jaw is set tight in defiance, his body rigid and yet ready to pounce at the first sign of danger.

Her eyes dart between Sam and me, seemingly weighing her options in her mind: let us go or attack.

Her decision is made as the black in her pupils bleed out, spreading to make even the whites of her eyes the same color as tar.

She reaches her hand out as if to touch me, but Sam is on her, already anticipating her actions.

The patrons of the diner turn their heads in time to see the red-headed demon rake her nails across Sam’s face, breaking open the skin and drawing blood.

Sam’s lips lift slightly as he lets out a snarl, drawing a blade out of his pocket and lunging toward her.

Her high-pitched laugh fills the diner as she flicks her hand, sending Sam flying into a booth across the way.

The wooden tabletop snaps in half from the force of his body landing, producing a loud crack.

Sounds begin surrounding me: silverware clattering, screams, chairs hitting the floor, the bell ding-ding-dinging as innocents flee the scene, and yet I’m frozen in place.

“Did you really think you could beat me, Winchester?” The demon asks in an amused tone, “You? A human?” She barks out another laugh; I flinch at the sound.

Sam grunts, trying to fight whatever invisible force is pinning him to the ground. “What is this about?” He asks her, “Why are you here?”

“Oh, me?” She points to herself, strutting closer to him with a smile, “I’m just here for observation. Technically, Azazel said I shouldn’t come, but I’ve always been a rebel.”

Something flashes in the corner of my eye, dragging my attention away from the disaster unfolding before me and to a small, metal flask on the floor. The silver glints in the light, showcasing an engraved cross on the front of it.

Did that fall out of Sam’s pocket?

I bite my lip, looking back over to where the demon has Sam still under her control.

Will she notice me if I move?

I watch as she crushes the air in her fist, but Sam let’s out a guttural scream, sending all hesitation out the window.

Either she doesn’t notice me or doesn’t see me as a big enough threat to waste her time on, because I’ve got the flask in my hand and am unscrewing the cap.

I look inside, but it just looks like water to me.

What the hell, Sam?

Maybe the water will cause enough distraction that Sam can do something. . .

Fuck it, there’s nothing left to lose.

I face the demon, who has her back to me, and splash the water on her.

Smoke fills the air as if I’ve burned her with acid; she lets out a shrill scream and turns in my direction. I suddenly wonder if I may have made the wrong decision.

What the hell is in that water?

“YOU BITCH!” She snarls, but I just whip more water at her, hoping the first time wasn’t a fluke.

More smoke and screaming, this time I hear Sam reciting something in Latin from behind her.

She looks like a wild animal with her teeth bared and eyes wide; whatever Sam is doing must be working because she shudders and falls to her knees.

“WAIT!” She yells, turning her head to Sam, “I have information-”

Sam’s hazel eyes lift to meet mine, questioning whether he should continue or not.

I widen my eyes and hold up my hands in a gesture I hope translates to Don’t look at me, what do I know about this shit?

“What information?” His eyes drift back to the demon, stopping whatever Latin voodoo magic he was performing on her.

“I know what she is,” She gasps, looking towards me. “I know what she is to you.”

My heart stops.

This is it. This is proof.

This wasn’t a mistake. They don’t have the wrong girl.

I can’t hide anymore.

“What do you mean?” I speak up, earning a warning glance from Sam.

I ignore the bitch-face he is directing towards me and step forward, “What do I have to do with any of this?”

Her lips turn up in a cool smile, “What don’t you have to do with this?” She asks me, “You’re the most important pawn in this game . . .”

Sirens echo from outside, getting louder by the second.

Sam and I look at each other with matching panicked expressions; I cannot get arrested.

I’m about to say something along the lines of Hey, let’s get out of here before we get our asses thrown in jail for assault when the demon’s head tilts back at a sickening angle.

She opens her mouth wider than I would think is humanly possible, and I watch as thick, black, smoke forces itself from her body and toward the ceiling.

A soft thud pulls my attention to the waitress who slumped forward after expelling the last of the smoke, and has landed on her stomach.

“Sam?” I look up at him with wide eyes, worried that we might have just witnessed this woman’s murder.

Without saying a word, he crouches down and puts his fingers to her throat. His bangs obstruct my view of his face, but his body seems to relax just the tiniest bit before looking up at me and saying, “She’s still alive.”

Within seconds, he’s standing and his long legs are crossing the distance between us.

“We need to go. Now.” His hand takes mine and he leads me out of the diner and to the Impala, but I practically have to run to catch up with his stride.

It’s only after we have sped out of the parking lot and made it a safe distance away from the diner that I feel safe enough to speak up.

“Sam?” I ask him quietly, wary of the way his jaw is locked tight; barely resembling the soft and kind man who had sat in my room and held my hand earlier.

I reach out and softly touch his shoulder. He looks over at me in surprise, but I think I may be even more shocked than he is at my act. I have no clue what’s possessed me to do that, but for some reason, it just feels . . . right.

His features soften and he gives me a small smile, “Yeah, Y/N?”

I open my mouth to say something, but I’m not sure what I could say right now that could fully explain everything I’m feeling.

I’m exhausted, scared, relieved, confused, and somewhere inside of me, there’s excitement as well.

I don’t tell him this, though. Instead, I just say the first thing that pops into my head.

“We never got those French fries.”

-Part 6-

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