#john wick x witch!reader

[kingkat12]

♡MASTERLIST♡

Roman Godfrey x Reader (Hemlock Grove)

oneshots/requests: long legs i dare you icarus burning safe (witch!au) safe pt.2 september in paris

NSFW: dressing room distracted fuck you neurotic affair safe word silk tie can i watch? meeting vibrations

NSFW FANFIC: seven minutes in heaven seven minutes in heaven seven minutes in hell the same rain hickeys

Eric Draven x Reader (The Crow 2024)

NSFW: pornography you're my drug nightmare

Marquis de Gramont x Reader (John Wick 4)

fanfic: quelle jolie chose

general info: ao3: kingkat12 recs are always open!<3

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 24 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-It always takes you a little while to shake off the haze when you wake. However, this morning, you are instantly aware that you are being filled. You try to move, but unyielding arms tighten around you, holding you fast. “Good morning, beautiful,” John greets with the gravel of sleep in his throat, nuzzling at the shell of your ear with his nose.

Stuffed full with his morning wood, your pussy pulses around his thick, velvety hard flesh inside you. You make a sound, not sure if you are whining for mercy, or more.

“John…”

“I woke up to this sweet, wet little hole just begging for my cock,” he grumbles in your ear.

Yet, he does not move, and it is driving you mad.

Of course you went to bed wet, because your body has not been allowed any form of reprieve, no chance to regroup or recover. You feel like you’ve been living in this agony for ages.

You strain against him, hungry to feel him move inside you. To feel him do something besides just fill you quietly, taunting you with his glorious girth.

“Want to do something about it?” you grouse, trying to move your hips against him, but you don’t have the right leverage at all.

“Maybe.” He kisses the back of your neck, his lips like a brand upon your skin. “I feel like you pulled a trick on me last night.”

“Gave you a blowjob and put you to bed? Behold, my nefarious scheme…”

You feel the rumble of his laughter in his chest pressed against your back.  “Hmm. Little witch. Be still. I don’t think I’m ready to wake up yet. Want to stay like this for a while…”

The keening sound of frustration that escapes you is barely human.

“Unless there’s something you’d like to say to me? Otherwise, you can just…keep this warm.”

You breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth, determined not to let him win. You lay very still….but there is no pretending there is not a big dick deep inside your weeping cunt. You whine again, and he kisses your neck this time.

“You know the magic words, kitten.”

Say you’re mine.

“Don’t you know torture yields unreliable intelligence?”

“Hmm. Not in my experience.” 

You pause as you realize he used to work for the Russian mafiya, and he probably really has pulled out someone's fingernails or some shit before. 

He reads the way you pause, sensing the change. 

“It was never really my forte,” he tries to explain away. “I didn't have the patience.” 

That, you almost believe. 

He remains still inside you, the seconds ticking away in heartbeats. Your body betrays you, just fucking refusing to settle down. He teases you until you could almost scream.

You squeeze your inner muscles as hard as you can, winning a strained groan from behind you. “Those are some fucking kegels you’ve got there, kid.”

“They feel even better if you move.”

“Hmm.”

His hand trails down, dipping into your curls, exploring your slit while avoiding your clit all the while. “So wet for me. I’d like to make you cum, kitten. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”

“Be my guest,” you grind out between gritted teeth.  

God, if he would just give you one hard touch on your clit you think you will explode. You are that turned on. You have never felt anything like this before, with anyone. And it’s not just that no one ever thought to treat you this way. It’s…him. You know it’s him, your feelings for him, your chemistry together that could burn down the world, if he would stop being so fucking weird about this mine thing.

Because you are not a thing to be owned. You are not a sofa, or a set of dishes. You belong to no one but yourself.

He does touch your clit then, just a feather light caress with the tip of his finger.

You do scream, and he swallows the sound with his mouth on yours. Suddenly you are flipped on your belly, your ass in the air with his cock buried inside you. He gives your round rear-end a smack that makes you jump. It doesn’t really hurt you, but it stings. Your reaction makes him groan, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.  

“Do you know how many times I thought about ambushing you in the early morning in the coffee house, when it was still dark outside, and no one was there but you?” he asks as he withdraws, hovering so just his tip kisses your entrance. “I watched you fuss around behind the counter, listening to your music, oblivious to me. I fantasized about grabbing you up and ruining you on the countertop to the smell of the first pot of vanilla roast brewing.”

You blink, not sure where this is coming from at a time like this.

He was watching you. The whole time, he was watching. It should freak you out more than it does, but after everything that’s happened…the thought just inspires an uneasy warmth in to spread in your belly.

“I usually kept the doors locked before opening,” you offer weakly.

He snorts at that. “Wouldn’t have stopped me from getting to you.” He drives himself inside you, and you cannot help but flinch, your face shoved into the pillow. He is kinder with his next thrusts, but no less determined. “Cum with me, baby,” he demands again. “You’ve always been mine. Before you even knew it, you belonged to me.”

You want to. God, do you want to, but you’re not willing to pay this devil’s price for it. You are so grateful for the surge of anger that swells in your breast.

“You’re just a bully,” you snarl. “Maybe you’re bigger than me and meaner than me, and you can keep me here as long as you want, but that doesn’t mean you own me. I’m not a fucking coffee maker or a couch or a stereo. The only way you’ll ever truly own a piece of my heart is to have the courage to ask for it openly, with the freedom to let me stay or leave.”

He freezes, his cock buried inside you to the hilt, his fingertips digging into your hips. “Is there a chance in hell you would stay with me, after what you’ve seen?” After what I’ve done to you? hangs unsaid in the air.

Your pause is too long, and you know you fucked up by not answering him immediately. This would have been a great time to tell him a lie. You guess he’s conditioned you against it though. You’ll tell him the truth, even if it hurts you.

“That’s what I thought,” he snarls, and with three thrusts he finishes savagely inside you.

There is no snuggling afterwards. He leaves you cold and alone in the big bed, retreating to the bathroom with a slam of the door.

For the umpteenth time you think to yourself, you are so fucked.

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20 points to your House if you spotted the Jane Eyre reference...🥰

[velvainee]

✦ ⎯⎯ ㅤִㅤ ୭ 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ( john constantine x reader )

ᨳ ꒰ précis ꒱. You’re powerful witch who finds herself locked away in a secret facility, your powers restrained. John Constantine is tasked with watching over you, but your interactions quickly escalate into a dangerous game of desire and manipulation. 1.6k words

୨ৎ warnings. gagging, blowjob, dark themes, language, manipulation, beat taming, bratty reader, hate to love.

𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, thanks for everyone likes/reblogs/comments on my last fic ! glad to know im doing okay for my first blog, hope you enjoy this oneee 🤍

IN THE DARK CONFINES OF YOUR PRISON, the air hung heavy with tension as Constantine sauntered in, his gaze cold and calculating. You glared at him, your defiance simmering beneath the surface as he lit his cigarette with practiced ease.

“So, still causing trouble, are we?” he sneered, the smoke curling around his lips like a serpent ready to strike.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the cold metal of your cage.

You knew the figure, the both of you shared history. Was it something positive? No. Unforgettable? Yes, sadly.

“You’re not one to talk, Constantine. What brings you down to my little corner of hell?”

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he took a step closer, the scent of smoke and whiskey mingling with the heady aroma of magic that permeated the air.

“I’m here to make sure you behave yourself, love. Can’t have you running amok and causing chaos now, can we?”

You bristled at his condescending tone, your hands curling into fists as you fought the urge to lash out.

“Who appointed you my bloody babysitter? Last time I checked, I don’t answer to anyone.”

Constantine chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, you’ll answer to me, sweetheart. Whether you like it or not.”

He stepped towards a chair and straddled it, his gaze never leaving yours as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Now, let’s get one thing straight. I’m in charge here, and you will do as I say. Understand?”

You bristled at his arrogance, but something in his tone sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

“I swear to god when I’m out of this cage you won’t be smiling anymore,” You hissed. “So no, I won’t be doing as you say,”

A wicked grin spread across Constantine’s lips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

“Trust me, love, you won’t like the consequences.”

You swallowed hard, the air crackling with tension as you met his gaze head-on.

“Try me, Constantine. I dare you.”

In the tense silence that followed, the air hung heavy with anticipation, each breath a struggle against the suffocating weight of desire and defiance.

Constantine’s eyes bore into yours, a challenge laid bare in their steely depths as he savored the delicious tension that crackled between you.

But you refused to back down, your resolve like iron as you held his gaze, daring him to make the first move.

And oh, how he relished in the challenge, the thrill of the hunt coursing through his veins like a drug.

With a low growl, he closed the distance between you, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, love,” he warned, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine.

“I can’t believe they had to put you in a secluded prison like this,” he mocked, a slight smile in the corner of his lips as he leaned away, lighting up a cigar.

“You’re still a little baby—sure you’re like, 380 years old or something, but ain’t that barely an adult for a witch?” He’d snark.

"Oh, spare me the sanctimonious crap, Constantine," you retorted, rolling your eyes with exaggerated disdain.

"You act like you're some kind of hero, but we both know you're just a washed-up has-been with a superiority complex. And for the record, I may be centuries old, but I've got more power in my pinky finger than you'll ever have in your entire miserable existence. So don't you dare patronize me with your petty insults and pathetic attempts at wit,”

Constantine chuckled softly, not amused by how bratty and defiant you were from a few simple jokes he had spoke. He sat there, shaking his head.

“Now, either help me bust out of this hellhole or get the hell out of my sight. Your choice, 'babysitter.'" You’d add.

Constantine's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he took a long drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling lazily around him like a cloak of shadows.

"Touchy, aren't we?" he chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other with casual arrogance.

"But hey, if you're so eager to prove yourself, by all means, sweetheart," he continued, his voice laced with mockery as he gestured towards the reinforced walls of your prison cell.

"Want me to help you break free from those chains and wreak havoc like the big bad witch you think you are?”

He sighed, pondering his decision.

"But just remember, love," he added, his tone turning serious for a moment as he fixed you with a piercing gaze.

"I’d need something in return."

And with that, he leaned back in his chair, the smirk never leaving his lips as he awaited your next move, knowing full well that this game was far from over.

He unlocked the bars of the cell, closing it behind him as he shuffled the keys to undo your handcuffs, the metal now clanking in the ground as your wrists feel free once more.

Constantine clicked his tongue, gently pressing his hand against your shoulder before you started to stand up.

“You owe me,” He reminded you, your eyes flickering up to meet his brown eyed gaze.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Constantine’s demand, wondering if he was serious about this whole debt thing.

“Seriously? Whatever, do you want me to be your sex slave or something?” you quipped, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words as a small chuckle escaped your lips.

Constantine remained silent, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. One corner of his lips lifted into a light smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Narrowing your eyebrows, you suddenly realized that your flippant remark might have hit closer to the mark than you intended.

“It’s nothing big,” Constantine purred, his voice low and seductive. “There’s this motel we can stop by—I just want to see if that bratty mouth can do more than just argue.”

The car ride to the motel was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the dim glow of the dashboard lights and the occasional flicker of street lamps as they passed by.

The night air was heavy with anticipation, the tension between you and Constantine palpable as you made your way through the deserted streets.

The dingy motel loomed ahead, its neon sign flickering ominously in the darkness. As Constantine pulled into the parking lot, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease wash over you.

With a click of the door, Constantine stepped out of the car, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Come on, love,” he muttered, his voice low and commanding. “Lets put you to good use,”

Heart pounding in your chest, you followed him into the motel room, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne.

The room was small and cramped, the bed unmade and the curtains drawn tightly shut against the outside world.

Without a word, Constantine closed the door behind you, his eyes burning with a hunger that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire as he gestured towards the bed.

Trembling with anticipation, you sank to your knees before him, your pulse racing as you met his gaze head-on.

“I fucking hate you,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath as you reached for the zipper of his pants.

With a low growl, Constantine pushed you back onto the bed, his hands gripping your hair as he guided your head towards his throbbing length.

Your tongue slid against the tip, tasting the salty precum that leaked out of the nub.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as you took him into your mouth, eager to please him in every way possible.

As you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of his movements, you couldn’t help but moan around him, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his veins.

“That’s right,” he growled, his grip tightening on your hair as he drove himself deeper into your mouth.

As he moved back and forth, his cock continued to hit the back of your throat, each thrust pushing you to the brink of gagging.

With each response, you only whimpered, your eyes locking onto his with a mix of submission and desire. They glowed a bright red, a telltale sign of a flustered witch overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

“Oh, do you like this?” he mocked, his smirk widening as he increased the pace, his cock sliding between your small, plump lips.

“And here I thought you hated me,” he’d add. A strand of your dress slipped off your shoulder, exposing more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

“I bet this witch would like more than one hole filled,” he laughed, the sound mingling with your muffled moans as he drove himself deeper into your mouth.

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, your body trembling with desire for more.

“I’m close, baby—stay like that for me,” he huffed, his movements becoming more urgent as he neared the edge of ecstasy.

The sight of you, on your knees before him, your mouth stretched around his twitching cock, was enough to push him over the edge.

And as he reached the peak of pleasure, spilling himself into your eager mouth, you couldn’t help but revel in the intoxicating sensation of him filling you completely.

He leaned back, watching as his hot seed filled your entire mouth, an amused smirk now on his lips.

“You know, you’re really pretty like this.”

♡ 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑

[octopiys]

Please please elaborate on the 141 x OldGuardau!reader

Oh my God hello OK I got u

The Old Guard is a Netflix movie about a group of people who are essentially born in different parts of time, and can die but get resurrected and stuff like that like the original post said, except the movie has more than one person. All of these people are born around historical events (dawn of time, witch trials, reign of terror) and are drawn to find each other and work as a team to not get caught by scientists or governments or anything like that, all while doing what they believe is best to protect the world.

Now for Reader, it's no small feat. If it's only themselves as an Immortal on this team (there's so much red tape around these operations including them) then it's okay. Reader is an asset to the military, and a powerful one at that.

Or maybe the reader is a newer immortal. Maybe they don't know they're immortal until an op goes bad, and they've been shot, bleeding out into an alleyway, their blood mingling with the water. Maybe their Lieutenant is aside them, doing everything within his power to keep them from bleeding out, but the wound is too bad. And in the rain, maybe they even die.

But with a gasp, they're awake again, and the young Lieutenant John Price is shocked. Baffled. No, there's not even a word for how he feels. His sergeant's wounds are knitting together after they died, and he knew they died because he witnessed it himself. He felt their pulse give out.

Now both Reader and Price are terrified. If Reader can't die, what'll happen then? He wants to radio it in to their captain, or the general, but Reader begs him not to.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a war is brewing. Most top governments have heard whispers about a man called Kingfish, one who was so battle worn, so ruthless, so victorious, that he could topple governments by just stepping foot into their building. Rumors spread of no bullet able to pierce his flesh, like he was the Roman God of War himself.

Now, the United States doesn't believe in rumors until they've witnessed it firsthand. Little do they know, they already have.

Kate Laswell may only be a Station Chief, but she's damn good at her job. She knows her kind when she hears it, and recently there's been a shift. Like a sixth sense, she calls John.

And just like that, she knows. The next immortal is here, and with them, comes war.

Years pass, and tensions are rising between the East and the West. Price has even become captain, and scored himself a team and an odd one at that.

Of course, there's Reader. They've always been there first. A little more frazzled as time goes on, but still good. Yeah, still good.

Then joins Simon Riley. They call him the Ghost. This is reader's best bet for another immortal. Laswell has a few arguments against it, but has never outright denied the claim. But how metal is it that he clawed his way out of his own grave? That's immortal material if I've ever heard of it.

Then Kyle Garrick. They call him Gaz. Don't ask why. He's a bright thing, and a wicked sense of humor. He used to be on another force, but after an event, Price handpicked him to be on the task force. He's one of Reader's best friends. They wish he was immortal too.

Finally, came John MacTavish. He was younger than Gaz by at least a few months, making him the youngest on the 141, and Reader always held it over him. He had a fancy for pyrotechnics too, and a hell of a swear to him.

Maybe a few missions go by. Maybe more than that. They still can't get used to seeing Reader lifeless with a bullet in between their eyes, or a knife to the gut, or a grenade blown too close. Wounds heal quicker, but not if they're lethal. Yet the scars never show on their skin by the time the boys are able to pull them out of there. Reckless, maybe, but Reader's saved their asses more times than they could count.

The war rages on.

Kingfish's power grows in the East, and the task force grows wary. Even with Laswell's advice, there was still a guarantee that they'd be sent out to the front when it got bad enough, take out the threat. But the rumors have grown.

Kingfish cannot die.

And Laswell knows.

Kingfish has gone by many names throughout the centuries. His first, Emperor Nero, causing the fall of the entire Roman empire. After he faked his death, he worked from the sidelines. He slayed the last Byzantinian Emperor, he broke through the walls of Constaninople. The Reign of Terror: an advisor, and a trusted one at that. Now, the urge had resurfaced, and he took on a new name once more.

Vladimir Makarov. Kingfish.

Or, the entire team is immortal. Laswell knows about all of them. Ghost knows enough. Reader knows... Somewhat. But nobody else does. Frankly, nobody's given a thought to dying to find out. And until that tunnel, no one had even tried.

The scream is tearing out of reader's throat before Soap even hits the ground, Price still incapacitated, concussed. Reader does not care about the bomb. Ghost doesn't either. They're both there, checking for vitals as they panic, blood spilling out of his wound, as Gaz hoists Price to his feet and they go to disarm the bomb.

They find nothing within Soap. Absolutely nothing. Reader feels cold washing over the room, like they can't breathe. Like a numbness that consumed everything. Soap- If Soap went now... then it could be Gaz, or Price next. Ghost, Reader couldn't even think about. It seemed impossible. And it occurred to Reader that they didn't sign up for this. No dying, compared to anyone and everyone around you perishing in the blink of an eye. They used to be okay with it. And Soap was gone in an instant.

They're dragging him out in a hurry, and the faintest sound is pulled from his lips. It seems Laswell knew more about them all than she let on.

They get caught up in other enemies as Soap peels himself off the floor. They weren't gonna just let Makarov escape, they couldn't. They knew what he could do.

Price told Reader not to go after him. Not alone.

But Reader can't risk losing any more friends. Even if Soap did end up being okay. If something happened to Price or Gaz, they wouldn't be able to live with it.

But they would have to.

So Reader runs. They tear after him like a bat out of hell, taking bullet after bullet, felling each person who fired one. They reach the top of the stairs and launch themself at him, before a gun goes off.

Reader felt it go straight through their side in a searing hot blaze, knowing that this time, something was different. Something was wrong.

The comm was yanked out of their ear and smashed beneath a boot.

The wound they sustained wasn't that bad, in the grand scheme of things. Their vision darkens at the edges, like it does when these things happen, and before reader can close their eyes, a face fills their vision.

"Not as strong now, are you, little one?" The thick curl of Makarov's Russian lilt finds its way into their ears, as the sharp pounding fire in their side grows worse. Despite the woozy fight they put up, Reader is restrained, unable to call for help. The van comes into view as Price bursts out of a window behind them, barreling towards the group, Ghost in high pursuit.

They disappear behind the van's doors as they close, and as Reader's vision dampens more, they wonder why their bullet wound hasn't healed yet.

im so down to completely info dump on this, whether it be more details towards the story, or individual characters like reader or ghost or laswell or anything like that I fucking love the old guard

[neoarchipelago]

Keanu Reeves - John Wick Masterlist

Keanu reeves:

Misbehaving (Daddy!Dom!Keanu x reader) One-Shot!

John Wick :

Mini Series:

Lisbon lights (completed)(fluff & romance Assassin!reader) warnings: curse words violence, blood, kidnapping, torture:

Sneak peek

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

Ghosts serie (completed) (fluff comfort Smutt) warnings: abuse, blood, depression, curse words.

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

Bridegroom's oak tree serie (Mafia Lord!John Wick) HUGE DADDY DOM FROM PART 4 ONWARDS. Warnings: SMUTT 18+, daddy!Dom, mature content. (You can read part 1 and 2 for a basic romance fluff story)

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

Citrus, Cauldron and Gun powder (Witch!Reader): Witchcraft, fluff, Smutt. Warnings: blood, dark topics, Witchcraft? Cursing, mature content.

MOODBOARD

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

Her teacher (Teacher!John Wick) warnings: Smutt 18+, mature content, curse words, violence, blood, stalking:

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

Halloween Special

Requests / One-Shot

Making it up to you (John Wick x Reader one-shot)

Wooden coffee table (John wick x reader)

Sleeping with a friend (John Wick x Reader)

Blood Red Marker and Binary Code (John wick x reader one shot)

[introvertllux]

Fated (John Wick x Black!reader) Reboot Updates

As promised with the reboot, this will be the new story!

Before I explain the premise please note the following:

The aesthetics I used was hyperrealistic art. I did not want to use real actors or other well- known individuals for character Ocs (I thought it would be cool to have a realistic but graphic novel feel).

I followed the color scheme of purple, pink, blue, and black often seen in some promotional work for the movies and the city backgrounds for the character profiles.

I was inspired by the John Wick Presents: Ballerina movie for my my black!oc career.

There will be an age gap between the black!oc and John. She will be in her late 20s - early 30s. I will push John's age down. Upon research many say he's around 50. SO, I will make him mid-40s.

Chapters will be uploaded every Saturday at 2PM EST (the first chapter will come out on June 1, 2024 2PM EST)

Premise of the story:

After faking his death to escape the relentless pursuit of the High Table, legendary assassin John Wick retreats to a secluded cabin in the serene countryside.

Here, he seeks solace and redemption, spending his days tending to a tranquil garden and training with his loyal Golden Retriever, Max. Despite the calm exterior, John remains haunted by the shadows of his violent past, the memories of his beloved wife Helen, and the intense battles that led him to this sanctuary.

In the bustling heart of New York City, Seraphina "Sera" Jones, a principal dancer at The Étoile Ballet Theatre, captivates audiences with her powerful performances. By night, she becomes NYX, a master hacker navigating the digital underworld with unparalleled skill. Sera's life is a delicate balance of grace and grit, haunted by the loss of her parents, her brutal training at the Expanse program, and fragmented memories of a young boy with kind eyes.

As both Sera and John strive for peace in their own ways, their paths unknowingly draw closer. A cryptic message ties Sera's latest high-risk hacking job to the elusive High Table, pulling her into the same dangerous world John is trying to escape. Bound by fate and their shared history, Sera and John must confront their pasts and navigate a treacherous journey filled with suspense, raw emotion, and the unyielding pursuit of redemption.

"Whisper of Redemption" is a tale of two warriors, each seeking a sanctuary in a world that refuses to let them go, where the echoes of their pasts and the promise of an uncertain future collide in an inevitable reckoning.

Main Character- About Me Pages

Sera and John's relationship Background:

Chapter Upload schedule:

Chapter one: Saturday June 1, 2024 at 2:00 PM EST

Chapter Two: Saturday June 8, 2024 at 2:00 PM EST

Chapter Three: Saturday June 15, 2024 at 2:00 PM EST

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[97keanu]

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳I think I'm gearing up for some dark fic/monster fic for Halloween so these are on my mind right now:

♰ Vampire!John Wick x Slayer!Reader In which John is a centuries old vampire, and reader is born and bred vampire slayer. They cross paths and realize feelings they didn't think they could have.

♰ Vampire!Jonathan Harker x Human!Reader (imagine) In which, Jonathan is turned by Dracula, and upon escaping goes home to his fiancé(you) and learns the true meaning of Hunger.

♰ demon Witchhunter!John Constantine x Witch!Reader (imagine) In which Constantine not only hunts demons, but witches as well. He must face what he believes is morally right and will find himself wondering who the bad guy really is.

♰ Corrupt Preacher!Kevin Lomax x Nun!ReaderIn which Kevin has been primed to become a priest to falsely Shepard a small southern town into sin. You are sent to help him as the dilapidated churches resident Nun. Kevin leads you into temptations you didn't know possible, and your innocence will be tested.

[novellaquill]

John Wick with a Magic S/O Part (1/?)

Just imagine having powers in the John Wick verse and hang with me for a minute

I’d imagine having a sort of low key life

if you are insanely power you wouldn’t really act on it

Magic only enhances what’s already there, so if you really wanted to keep your magic life from your personal life you could

I’d imagine you conducting your home life like Cassie Nightgale (The Good Witch) or Matilda

You help out those in need in a more subtle way and use magic for more minor inconveniences if you truly didn’t want to get up

No occult shop or palm readings or something like that

it’s too on the nose and too easy for someone with magic to target you

I could see a Bell Book & Candle in your life or maybe a librarian or a teacher, a needed and humble job

Hell you could be an entrepreneur, work in a mechanic shop, a connivence store

John wouldn’t care where you worked as long you enjoy it as it’s not too flashy or draw unnecessary attention to him

If your job was flashy he’d ask your relationship to be private he’s a loner

John has a lot of drama in his life and he doesn’t need more

If you have drama I’d think you’d be able to handle it without alerting your mortal neighbors

Your relationship and how you use your powers would depend on how you meet John

Before the events of the first John Wick:

You’re a well respected and needed friend to John and to his wife

You were moving into the neighborhood and happened to catch Helen’s eye so of course she dragged John over and boom acquaintances

He wouldn’t mind you as a friend but is definitely cautious

What normal person knows who’s walking into a room without moving or breaking concentrations from your current task?

It even happens with strangers you’ve never met

John a closed off person, the only one we made him open up and understands him is Helen

So imagine how offput he would be of you knew how everyone including how he is feeling

For a while he might think you’re a assassin or mercenary and keep his guard up around you

I mean you could be who knows

After awhile he gets used to it like everyone else

He brushes off as part of your charm but you both know it’s something more

Your relationship with John is purely platonic

He has Helen and you’re not looking to break up anyone’s relationship

If you do have crush on him impossible not to it doesn’t show and he wouldn’t notice if it did

Helen’s the only girl in the world to him, he could never cheat on not even in his mind

As we begin to reach the beginning of the first movie you’re relationship would grow when Helen gets sick, still platonic but you’re closer than ever

Wether you have a shop or not you’re know for your natural remedies and amazing advice

John would appreciate you helping anyway you can and for not discouraging Helen from getting medical attention

Most of your stuff is to make her time left as stress free and painless as possible

And that’s all John can ask for at this point

Part of making Helen’s life stress free would consist of making sure John is okay after she’s gone

Which would break you because she’s a dear friend and you don’t want her to die and you know her death would break John

It was your idea to get John a puppy, you knew Daisy would help him heal

It’s times like this when you wish that magic was just like the movies and take away all the bad things in the world

But it can’t

so you’re there for them, every step of the way

When Helen dies you say your goodbyes and wait for him to come of out her room

You bring her groceries and help clean up

You make sure he’s taking care of himself

You use your magic to help out and make sure nothing extra shitty happens

His wife died give him a break world

He’s not snappy and he doesn’t cry because you’re not babying him and he has no more tears to shed

He is getting increasingly more suspicious of you but is unaware it’s magic

This is where feelings are starting to surface but no one acts on it

It might just be because you’re both hurting and her death is too fresh it would be a betrayal

After the funeral and he receives Daisy he slowly gets better

He knows you had something to do with his new pet and he’s not complaining

You still help out whenever you can and he asks for you stay a little longer each time

Nothing happens but even with Daisy it’s hard to be alone

Soon you realize he’s there for you too in his own way

The relationship is still platonic but something is there

Just underneath the surface of two grieving friends something more is growing in the midst of tragedy

To sum it up your relationship with John before the movie is a slow burn

I couldn’t resist adding magic in the John Wick verse but it’s really low key and peaceful. If you guys like it I’ll make a part 2. After all this the beginning and there’s 3 movies. If there’s a part 2 it will be a lot more interesting I promise. Let know what you guys think in the comments and give me ideas please I’m suffering from writers block!!

~Novella Quill

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Accidental Familiar Part 2: Halloween Night

Hello Chickadees! Finally have my desktop set up (took 4 days, I’m not good with technology)! And I’m pretty sure it’s been a year since I posted the first chapter of this. But here is chapter 2! I’ve linked chapter 1 above the gif. Hope you enjoy it! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list. I intend to design some of the NPCs and Y/N Blackwater’s house in Sims 4 at some point. 

Requests are open (gif not mine)

Warnings: cursing, a bit of violence, John not following directions

Summery: John can’t help but wander into the woods on Halloween night despite the warning given to him by the mysterious Y/N Blackwater. His curiosity gets him wrapped up in a new world. Guess the wolves are out of the bag now.

Part 1: Fog

John does his best to keep his mind off that night. He cleans the house, binds books, reads books, plays with the dog, anything to keep his mind off the oddness and supernatural vibe he can’t seem to shake. His mind keeps wandering back though. It’s like an itch he can’t scratch. He finds himself sitting on the couch Halloween night facing the window. He’s reading a book and definitely not watching the tree line, no of course not. 

The sun begins to set and a fog seems to seep out of the trees. John finds his eyes drawn to the trees. He watches, falling into a sort of trance as he stares at the swirling fog. He notices a shifting in the fog, as if there were things moving in the trees just out of sight. He glimpses shadowy figures in the fog as they move in and out of the trees, heading deeper into the woods. 

As John watches the treeline he notices a yellow light weaving in and out of the trees. He realizes it’s the lantern that Y/N was carrying. Which means it’s most likely her heading deeper into the woods. 

John checks his watch. Thirty minutes until midnight. He turns his attention back to the treeline. The lantern light is gone. He sits for a while, debating with himself for what feels like hours. He checks his watch again, it's been three minutes. His eyes return to the treeline. He begins to drum his fingers on the arm of his chair and rubs at the stubble on his chin. Dog raises his head to look at John but settles back down, his eyes still on his master. John lets out a breath and pushes himself up from his chair. He grabs a flashlight from a kitchen drawer and hesitates. He grabs a knife instead of a gun, he’s already jumpy, he doesn’t want to accidentally shoot someone. He pats Dog on the head and murmurs a “Good boy” before heading out the back door, closing it behind him. 

This is a bad idea. He knows it's a bad idea, but for some reason he can’t stop his feet from carrying him deeper into the woods. He feels his ears and eyes playing tricks on him as he makes his way through the trees. Every small sound makes his heart race and every shadow makes his blood run cold. He keeps his knife held in a reverse grip, blade pressed against his arm, tip pointed back to his elbow, and flashlight low on his body mass, down towards his chest and stomach. 

The hair on the back of his neck is standing on end. He strains his ears to make out half heard sounds. He has a strange feeling he’s being watched as he makes his way through the trees, shining his flashlight around him. Rustling leaves, muted footsteps, and heavy breathing reaches his ears and John spins, tying to find the source. His heart is racing and it's a struggle to keep his breathing under control. John continues through the trees, struggling to keep his pace calm. His heart is in his throat as he continues, hearing the noises coming from both sides and behind him. It’s been a very long time since he’s felt this way. He’s being hunted, methodically, systematically hunted. The thought makes his blood run cold and his heart skips a beat. His breath catches in his throat as something begins to howl from behind him. The howls are taken up on either side of him and his pace quickens despite himself. Before he realizes it he’s running. He can hear the loud footsteps running around him, the howling continues. He can hear something picking up its pace as they run, intending to get in front of him to cut him off. John tries to pick up the pace but he is no match for the creatures. He can hear the creatures closing in. John comes to the skidding stop in a semi-clear area in the trees. He raises the knife and flashlight, falling into a defensive position. He can hear them pacing just outside his field of vision. The creatures growl and exhale loud huffing breaths as they circle him. The huffing breaths turn into chuckles and morph into voices, low and grumbling but voices. They come from all around him, multiple voices and several snippets of conversation standing out. 

“Look at him, he’s terrified. I can smell it.” 

“What should we do with him?” 

“He shouldn’t be here.” 

“Trespasser.” 

“What a frightened rabbit.” 

“Careful, he’s armed.” 

“Is he a hunter?” 

“No. Doesn’t smell right.” 

“Should report to the Alpha.” 

“No, we can handle it ourselves.” 

There follows some growling and shuffles before they settle down again. 

John swallows the lump in his throat. He’s as dangerous as these unseen people, and he’s armed. Breathe John. He tells himself. “Who are you?” His voice rings out loud and clear. He continues to scan the area, looking for something, anything in the dark trees. 

“Oh, it speaks!” A cruel voice responds. 

“Don’t be a dick, Tan.” A scolding one replies. 

“Just having fun. Can’t blame me for that.” The cruel voice speaks. 

“What should we do with him?” A third voice asks. 

“He’s trespassing. He shouldn’t be here.” A fourth voice speaks up, quiet and young. 

“We know.” Comes the chorused reply. 

“Let’s rough him up a bit. Teach him a lesson.” The cruel voice speaks up once more. 

“Tan…” Comes a warning. 

“We won’t hurt him. Just rough him up a bit.” The cruel voice brushes the warning aside. 

John doesn’t have time to react. A large furry figure charges him, blindsiding him and taking him to the ground. Loud snarling growls erupt from all around and more figures emerge. The flashlight is knocked from John’s hand and sent spinning along the ground. John is yanked around in multiple directions. He tries to fight back but is having a hard time of it. The creature is blindingly fast and pulling him this way and that causing disorientation. On instinct, John lashes out with the knife, feeling it sink deep into the creature. The creature roars in pain and throws itself out of John’s reach, taking the knife with it. The rest of the creatures step further back, expanding the circle of space they had created when the first one rushed John, and he is finally able to see what the creatures are. Some look like completely ordinary humans, but others, like the one standing in front of him inspecting the knife sticking out of its arm, do not. Large, with wolf-like features blended with its human genes, it stands on two legs and has thick, shaggy, grey fur that seems unkempt compared to the others around the circle. It looks at John, baring its large, aggressive looking teeth and growling at him, a wild anger in its eyes. 

John rolls over in an attempt to stand but the beast pounces, scratching him across the back and causing John to cry out in pain. The creature flips him over and hauls him up by his shirt. It bares its teeth and growls in John’s face. The reality of the situation hits home and John realizes just how out of his depth he is as he’s lifted off the ground by the creature. 

“Now I am going to kill you!” The words are snarled at him. Low and garbled, causing cold fear to shoot down his spine. 

Clawed hands appear, attempting to pull John and the creature away from each other. The other voices speaking up. 

“Stop this!” 

“Let him go!” 

“That’s enough Tan.” 

“The Alpha will not be pleased.” 

The others manage to get Tan to release John with difficulty, but before they can fully pull him away he lashes out, catching John across the face with his claws. John falls backwards, hands catching him and lowering him down carefully. 

“What’s going on here?” The new voice cuts through the commotion as the others manage to get Tan away from John. One of the creatures kneel over John, gently gripping his chin to turn his head so it can inspect the claw marks. The creature’s features change into an ordinary young man with curly hair. 

“Trespasser.” Tan snarls, pulling the knife from his arm and shaking off the ones holding him. 

“You need to learn self-control, Tanner. Not everyone who wanders into the trees is an enemy.” A familiar voice cuts through the quiet murmurs. 

John’s head feels light and his vision is swimming. The scratches throb painfully and he can feel the warm blood sliding down his face. He tries to move to see who is talking but movement is painful. 

The face above him swims in and out of focus as the young man places a hand on John’s shoulder. “Try not to move.” His voice is soft and concerned. 

Tan- Tanner- snarls at the owner of the familiar voice, hair raising and teeth bared. “He attacked me. And you have no authority over the pack, Witch. You have no say in what we do!” He spits the words at her, speaking her title like a curse. 

“Tanner! You will show Dame Blackwater respect! She is my trusted ally and you will treat her as such.” A dark skinned woman with dark curly hair held back from her face by a braided band steps into John’s field of view. She steps up to Tanner, head high and practically radiating authority. “We are in her territory. Her words might as well be mine and you will treat them as such. Is that understood?” Her tone low, dark, threatening. 

Tanner glares for a moment before looking away, his features changing to his human form. His arm shows no sign of the injury. “Yes, Alpha.” 

The Alpha continues to look at him for a few more moments before turning to someone else. “Where is the trespasser?” 

“He’s over here.” The young man kneeling over John speaks up. He had removed his shirt to press against John’s face in an effort to stop the bleeding. 

The pack parts as the Alpha approaches. As the people step out of the way John is able to see the other speaker. He focuses on her, the woman from before. Her name swims to the front of his mind. Y/N Blackwater. She’s dressed in odd clothes; a long dark, multi-layered skirt with a flowy dark shirt tucked into it, sleeves reaching her elbows. A leather belt with pouches wraps several times around her waist and a pendant with strange symbols rests against her chest. Once again she holds an extinguished lantern at her side. An extinguished lantern? So no light…. but something is lighting up the clearing… John’s mind is starting to wander from shock. His attention is drawn back to the woman as she starts towards him. His eyes are drawn to her right shoulder, to the strange bright red eyes of the reptilian creature that clings to her back. John can see gleaming black claws clutching at her shoulders and a dark armored tail sweeping back and forth behind her. 

Y/N steps up to John and kneels down by the Alpha. She takes the wadded up shirt from the young man, gently pulling it away from John’s face to examine the wounds. “What happened?” Y/N asks quietly. Tanner begins to speak up but she cuts him off. “I don’t want to hear it from you.” She said, tone cold and firm. She glances at the young man who was helping John, her tone growing softer. “I want to hear it from you. Jake isn’t it?” He nods. “Alright Jake. Tell me what happened. The truth please. All of it. I’ll know if you’re lying.” 

The young man glances at Tanner, then at the Alpha. She nods and he swallows. “We were guarding the area like you said. This man entered the area with a flashlight. He didn’t seem like he had a purpose, he was just looking around. We surrounded him. Tanner wanted to rough him up a bit, for fun-” Tanner growls at the young man, taking a step forward threateningly. The Alpha turns, snapping at Tanner. He looks away and she slowly turns back to Jake, gesturing for him to continue. He nods, starting again. “We tried to persuade him not to but he wouldn’t listen. So he started to rough him up, throwing the guy around, pushing him in different directions. And he,” Jake gestures to John, “had a knife on him and stabbed Tanner with it. Tanner got angry and attacked him. We managed to separate him from the human when you and Alpha Tabitha arrived.” The young man finishes with a glance at the Alpha. 

Y/N nods, checking on John’s wounds again. 

Alpha Tabitha turns to Dame Blackwater. “Who is he?” 

“He’s with me.” She answers, beginning to wrap John’s face in the shirt. “I’m sorry Tabitha, but we have to continue this later. I have to deal with this.” 

“I understand.” The Alpha says, rising to her feet. 

“I’ll be in touch.” Y/N says as she slowly helps John to his feet. The dark scaled creature jumps to the ground and stands beside Y/N, red eyes locked on John. 

“Talk soon then. I’ll deal with the pack.” Tabitha says, sending an angry look Tanner’s way. “May the stars guide you, Dame Blackwater.” Tabitha gives her a small smile, giving a traditional Witch farewell blessing. 

Y/N smiles back at Tabitha and gives the Werewolf’s tradition goodbye in return. “May the moon protect you and guide your way until we meet again, Alpha Tabitha.” With a nod she begins to lead John away, supporting him as they walk. Her lantern lights up and she holds it out to the scaled creature. “Lead the way Coal.” The creature snorts and takes the lantern handle between its teeth, leading the way through the trees and fog. A few feet into the trees the air becomes thick and eerily quiet. The only sounds are their footsteps and the faint creaks of the lantern as it swings on its handle. 

John tries to speak but the woman cuts him off. “Say nothing. Just focus on putting one foot in front of the other for now.” John remains silent for the remainder of the walk. 

The silence seems to stretch as they move through the trees, growing thicker with each step. As John watches where he’s placing his feet he realizes they have joined a small path through the trees. John looks up to see a wooden fence standing in front of them. The strange black creature steps up to the fence, crouches, and leaps up onto it, stretching out black batlike wings and flapping them a bit while it gains its balance on top of the fence. It turns its head to watch John, red eyes locking onto his. The gate swings inwards without prompting and John is led through the yard. He turns to look over his shoulder at the gate, watching as it swings shut and latches itself. Because of this he sees the scaled creature leap off the fence to the ground. It goes through a dramatic transformation as it falls. The small wings on its back disappear and long black fur begins to sprout from its scales. The tail becomes thick and fluffy with fur. The creature, now looking like a large, black, long-haired cat shakes itself before trotting smugly passed John and Y/N to the back door. Its eyes are the only thing that remained unchanged, still a startling shade of red. 

The back door opens and John is led through the sunroom, a large cauldron sits off to the side tucked into a corner, and into the dark house. Lights begin to flicker on, revealing a busy, well used kitchen. Vials, bottles, and bins sit on shelves on the walls. Dried plant bundles hang on the walls and from different areas of the ceiling. A bookshelf takes up all of one wall and part of another, filled with strange books and more labeled bottles. It has a warm feel to it, the walls painted a dried sunflower yellow color. The table and chairs are the same dark wood as the cabinets, but none of the seat cushions match. The table is cluttered with items, including a large open book and a notebook and pen left there in the middle of note taking. 

Y/N leads John to a chair and has him sit, catching him as he stumbles over the woven rug under the table. Y/N spins away from him, waving her hand through the air. To John’s amazement the large book marks the open page with a bookmark and closes, floating over to a bookshelf with the notebook. Other items on the table put themselves away and others gather themselves up and arrange themselves in a neat row on the table. A book flies off the shelf and over to Y/N, flipping through its pages to find what she needs. The wood stove springs to life and a burner lights up with a bright, cheery flame. A small black cauldron jumps up from the floor, filling itself with water and setting itself on the stove to boil. 

The strange black cat jumps onto the table and stares at John with its red eyes. John focuses on the cat, entering into a staring contest. As they stare at each other Y/N gathers her hair into a bun and gets to work. 

Ingredients jump off the table as needed and fly to her. Strange smells begin to fill the kitchen as the potion begins to brew. The kitchen begins to warm and John starts to get uncomfortably hot. 

He’s broken out of the staring contest when Y/N steps up to him, taking his chin in her hand and gently removing the shirt from his face. She begins to clean the wounds on his face, being as gentle as she can but he can see the anger in her eyes and her purposely slow movements. 

The little cauldron hops off the stove and onto the table, settling upon an intricate metal stand to keep it from singeing the table. A spoon flings itself from a pitcher filled with other cooking utensils and into the cauldron, causing the contents to splash a bit. Y/N shoots it a glare and it almost seems to sulk. A box of bandages and gauze slides across the table and opening, making it easy to access. A black pouch does the same, unzipping itself and revealing a small set of surgical tools. A drawer opens and a clean cloth floats out, dipping itself under warm water from the sink, wringing itself out and floats over to Y/N. She uses the damp cloth to clean the blood off of John’s face. She then takes some gauze and a spoonful of the stuff from the cauldron, gathering some of the potion onto the gauze. She begins to apply it to John’s wounds, causing him to hiss as it starts to sting. 

“Good. You deserve it.” Y/N says , angrily, voice tightly restrained. John tries to look up at her and she clicks her tongue in annoyance. “Don’t move.” 

John stills and allows her to continue her work. “Sorry.” He mumbles. 

“You should be. You have no idea how dangerous that was. How idiotic. I warned you to stay away. I told you to stay inside. But did you listen? No! And now look at you. Bleeding at my kitchen table with me trying to prevent you from getting lycanthropy. Honestly, Mr. Wick, you’re quite lucky nothing important or time sensitive was happening otherwise you’d be screwed. As it is, I’m going to have to set up another meeting with Tabitha, which is really inconvenient for both of us. I hope your curiosity is satisfied.” A little trashcan slides over and Y/N drops the used gauze in it with some force. The trashcan slides away. She turns to the table and sets up her needle and thread. John just sits there quietly, watching her. She turns back to him with needle and thread in hand, thread so fine he can hardly see it. 

“What is that?” He can help but ask. 

“Spider silk. Now hold still. It should be numb by now so you shouldn’t feel this.” She tilts his face up towards her and begins to stitch him up. They remain quiet as she works. John closes his eyes as she works, unable to feel the needle and thread moving through his skin. 

After some time, Y/N finishes with the stitches and sets the equipment aside. “There. It’s going to scar but it shouldn’t be too bad. As long as you don’t do anything stupid and pop the stitches.” She begins to clean things up, items moving around her and putting themselves away. A cup flies out of a cupboard and sets itself gently on the table by the cauldron. Y/N scoops some of the potion out and into the cup. She then opens the fridge and pulls out a pitcher full of blue liquid, pouring it into the cup and replacing the pitcher. She sets the cup in front of John. “Wait for it to stop stirring then drink it.” 

John looks into the cup, seeing the contents swirling around in a little whirlpool. “What is it?” 

Empty vials have lined up in front of the small cauldron. The cauldron and spoon are carefully filling the vials with the potion. Little labels appear on the vials as they are filled and seal themselves up. Writing appears on the labels, neat swooping letters, and the vials march off to find their place on the shelves. 

“I mixed the draft with Kool-Aid. Should make it taste better. No promises though. Drink it. It should keep the lycanthropy from taking hold.” Y/N says with her back to him. 

John eyes the now still contents of the cup with suspicion but drinks it down. He grimaces at the taste, trying not to cough. 

“Good man. Coal will take you home.” The cat turns to look at Y/N, offended. She ignores this. “If you develop a fever, notice a sudden change in eye color, food habits, strange and sudden shifts in behavior, or develop chills and shakes, come back and see me.” 

The black cat, Coal, hops off the table and heads to the door, looking back at John. 

John stands slowly. “Wait. Are you not going to explain what happened? What’s going on? What you are?” 

Y/N sighs and turns to him. “You were attacked by a werewolf tonight. As a result and because Tanner is not the most strict with his personal hygiene routine, you were most likely exposed to the lycanthropy disease. I’ve treated you the best I can to prevent it from taking hold in your system.” She gestures around herself. “I am a witch.” She points at him. “You are an idiot.” She turns back to the counter, her back to him once more. “Good night, Mr. Wick. Stay out of the woods.” He’s clearly been dismissed. 

Coal comes around and presses himself against John’s legs, directing him to the door. John reluctantly follows the cat, still confused and head spinning trying to process everything. 

With her back to him Y/N misses tears and dried blood on the back on John’s shirt. 

~ 

John follows the strange cat out the back gate and to the road. It takes a few minutes for them to approach John’s house. John stops and looks over his shoulder “She’s my neighbor? I thought I was the last one on this road.” 

“That’s the point.” A scratchy voice says in front of him. 

“What?” John whips his head around, looking for someone. All he sees is the strange not-cat with red eyes sitting in front of him, tail flicking. “...who?” 

“Me.” The cat’s tail flicks again. “It’s just the two of us out here. Who else would it be?” 

John’s eyes go wide and he takes a step back in shock. “But-” 

The cat shakes himself. “By the stars, you’ve seen werewolves, doors opening and lights turning on by themselves, and all sorts of stuff moving, flying, and floating around you tonight but me talking is what gets you? Humans are strange.” His ears flick and he stares at John. “Guess it could just be the shock wearing off.” His head tilts. 

John raises a hand to his forehead. He can feel the tiny stitches under his fingertips. “But you’re a cat.” 

The ‘cat’s’ ears lay back and its tail flicks in irritation. “I am not a cat! I am a dragon! Drag-on! I just look like a cat. Y/N put a disguise charm on me.” He turns his head away, nose in the air. “And of course I talk. I’m a familiar. And my name is Ciolalmelfr.” He glances at John and looks away. “But Y/N calls me Coal to avoid attention. You can call me that too, I suppose. It is easier for the untrained to say anyways.” 

John pinches the bridge of his nose. “Okay… Coal. What do you mean by that’s the point?” 

Coal flicks his tail and looks back at John. “People aren’t supposed to know Y/N lives here. Her house and the area are warded. Anyone who isn’t supposed to know or doesn’t need to know she lives there simply don’t know the house is there. It’s a safety feature. A lot of witches do similar things. Y/N’s set up is one of the most intricate I’ve encountered, but that’s to be expected. She is a Master Dame after all.” Coal answers, puffing himself up a bit as he brags. “It’s not surprising that you didn’t know.” 

John rubs the back of his neck, his head beginning to hurt and his lower back ache. “Alright.” He starts towards his house again. Coal follows to where John’s front lawn starts and then stops, sitting on the road and watching John. John continues for a few more steps before glancing back. He stops and turns to Coal. “Problem?” 

Coal’s tail swishes back and forth. “You have a dog. A big one. I don’t have a death wish. I’ll stay here until you get inside, thank you.” 

John shakes his head again and crosses his lawn, climbing the steps to the front door. He grabs the hidden key and unlocks the door. He gives Coal a wave before stepping inside, shutting the door behind him. He glances out the window and sees Coal still sitting in the same place. Dog comes bounding around the corner, excitedly greeting John. John greats the dog, patting him on the side and scratching him behind the ears. When John looks out the window again Coal is gone. John shakes his head. What a weird night. He reaches out and locks the door. 

~

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Dark Platonic Father Aegon II x Reader

Dark Platonic Father Maegor The Cruel x Reader

Dark Platonic Father Aegon The Conqueror x Reader

Dark Platonic Father Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Dark Platonic Father Daemon Targaryen x Reader

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Dark! Jaehaerys Targaryen x Maegor's Daughter! Reader

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Dark Male! Alicent Hightower x reader

Percy Jackson x House Of The Dragon x Reader Crossover.

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Dark Greek Gods (Apollo, Hermes, and Ares) x Reader

Dark! Eros x Reader x Dark! Anteros

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Avatar the Last Airbender

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Lolita

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Bram Stoker's Dracula

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Interview with the vampire

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[pherelesytsia]

Burning Witch

Pairing: Thomas Shelby/Knight x female/Reader

Summary: Thomas Shelby, a knight on a hunt for a witch finds his horse under the care of a woman living in the cottage instead of a wicked creature and slowly falls in love with her.

Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k      

Thomas Shelby Masterlist PART ONE

The wood crackled in the fireplace. Flames rose and fell. The sword reflected the light of the dozens of candles scattered around the cottage in the middle of the deep forest of oaks and pines. Gently, the wind knocked on the narrow windows flanked by short curtains.

Laughter echoed through the forest, startling the animals. Her eyes glowed and Y/N couldn’t think about the last time she had talked to another human, not to an animal, to a deer feasting on berries and drinking water running through the forest. The heavy armour no longer covered his body and the man in the dark tunic had fallen asleep on the chair in the corner of the cottage, a few steps away from them seated at the table.

Y/N giggled. The soft snores roused her from her stupor, pulled her out of the depths of his eyes. The bandage covered his torso. The scent of hundreds of herbs surrounded him as he followed Y/N's gaze to his snoring brother. Y/N´s sparkling eyes turned to John. Not able to comprehend how the man could have fallen asleep on the uncomfortable chair, Y/N shook her head, but then she remembered the tales of the handsome knight of sleepless nights below the open sky of thousands of sparkling stars and travelling clouds.

A barely audible sound escaped the knight, but Y/N heard it. Thomas wanted to cross his arms in front of his chest, but then he felt the stinging pain travelling down his spine. Suddenly her eyes widened, travelled across his face. The sternness faded into oblivion and a veil of delight ruled over him. She feared the wounds were torn open, but the look in the man's eyes told her not to be frightened, telling her he was fine.

            “I am well, darling.” breathed the knight.

Y/N nodded and lowered herself on the chair. Three of the five candles had gone out. The flames died in the sea of rising wax.

"I would like to apologise. It has been a long time since John could sleep without fearing wild animals will attack us. The nights are dangerous and fire is something you can't afford in the woods if you want to catch a glimpse of sunrise." Thomas informed the young woman dressed in a long dress.

"I would not dare to be angry at him. I should be sorry I cannot offer him a bed for the night, but as I said, you may sleep in my bed. You need to rest properly and if you set out in the morning, you should ride slow. The wound is deep. My bed is certainly not like one in a castle or a nobleman's house, but certainly better than the fields and cold hills." Y/N continued.

Thomas shook his head in disagreement, didn’t want to accept the offer of the young woman and fixed his gaze on her sitting opposite of him, no longer looking toward his brother with whom he travelled the lands in the King's name.

"How is life in the castle? I assume you live with your brother in the King's house. Can you tell me about it? I have left the forest probably twice in my life, but my grandmother told me many stories about princesses and kings." asked Y/N.

A dark scratchy blanket rested on her lap, covering her legs, protecting herself from the coldness entering the cottage through narrow holes in the roof. Thomas glanced away from the rising flames to the woman who shivered, smiled and found himself reminiscing about the king's castle about the long nights of mead and wine. His fingers enveloped the dark mug filled with warm tea, brought it to his lips and Thomas couldn’t remember the last time he had drank a tea.

 "It is not a place where I would live but I hardly spend my days in the royal house and the days when I am there I am in the stables with my horse. Again, I would like to thank you for taking care of my horse, any other person would have locked her up in a stable and prayed no one would look for her," the knight said.

The blush of the morning painted her cheeks. Y/N did not lower her gaze. She lost herself in his eyes and the memory as he rushed into her home to take her to the gods was gone. Y/N thought he was an old friend who had come after years of parting, knowing each other for more than a dozen years, as if they had spent long days on fields and played in the forest in the afternoon, watching wild animals wander and the sun and the travelling clouds over lakes and fields.

Smiling Thomas watched the young woman closely and laughed silently. The wind knocked on the house of wood, overgrown with moss and ivy, but Y/N did not open the door, did not allow anyone to enter, but the cold penetrated through the fine cracks in the walls. A dark veil settled on her features. Y/N shivered, digging her fingers deep into the blanket on her lap. She didn't like the cold, had never liked it, carrying long-forgotten memories across the land.

            "I suppose someone from the village sent you. You don't have to tell me the name, I don't know anyone who lives there. What are you going to tell the person? He or she must be a wealthy person to send a warrior of the king into the woods to kill me." Y/N continued.

The sadness in her broken voice was unmistakable. Thomas nodded and placed the mug he clutched tightly on the long table. A heavy coat of silence rested on his shoulders.

            "I wonder how they know anyone lives here," she breathed softly, repeated herself, thinking Thomas had not heard the words but the moment a shadow passed over his face Y/N knew he must have heard her faint whisper.

            " I don’t know the name, but it was a man, a lord who send me a hawk. I tell him that no witch dwells in the cottage in the wood. What happened to your family, Y/N?" Thomas informed.

A sad smile graced her features. Suddenly Thomas remembered he had asked this question once before. Y/N stared off into the distance, looked past him out of the window flanked by long curtains and stayed in silence. The branches of the trees adorned with lush green leaves did not resemble those beyond the fence danced in the rising wind.

            "Death. Soldiers were sent to kill my grandmother, we lived together and barely rode into town but you know the villagers. They had to blame someone for the fields no longer carrying the same crop but that they overwatered the plants and didn't protect them from the animals with fences, they forgot but it's easier to blame a human than to blame themselves." Y/N breathed weakly. 

The story dripped with sadness. Thomas clasped his hands on the table, gesturing for the woman to stop, feeling the fear and sadness in her heart and Y/N smiled weakly and stopped the tale. The knight knew the end of the story, knew exactly how it ended, had heard those stories too often to not know.

            "The moon is high. It is getting late; you should go and lie down. I will take care of your horse. My bed is not of good wood but I hope you will sleep well. I bid you good night, my dear lord." Y/N added after a few moments.

The wood creaked. Y/N pushed the chair back and gave the man sitting a few steps away from her a weak smile, trying to make it impossible for him, whom she hardly knew, to see the grief spreading in her heart like a leathery fire.

Wordlessly Y/N, turned her back to Thomas dressed in a long tunic and walked with slow steps growing faster and faster away. Longing for air Y/N opened the door, for the stars and the waxing moon. Y/N followed the barely perceptible path leading from the cottage through the small garden. The sadness was carried away with the next breeze smelling of the freshness of the evening.

            "Good evening my friend, I hope you have everything you need," Y/N said in a loving tone as if she was speaking to a child growing under her care.

Y/N walked towards the stately horse no longer turned towards the apples lying in a small pile on the ground. Carefully Y/N placed her trembling hands on the horse's back, let her fingers disappear into the mane, and rested her throbbing and aching head on hers. The dark brown eyes looked questioning at her, asking questions, but Y/N did not answer, listening to the owls singing, the birds settling in the nests and the rustling leaves. The eyes were like mirrors but Y/N did not turn, ignoring the man approaching her with slow steps. Thomas closed the door, left his brother behind and faced Y/N. His eyes shone brightly in the steel light of the moon. The deep healed scars shone, breaking through the darkness, telling stories of death and war, of long nights spent on the field under the clouded moon.

[johnwickb1tsch]

( most y/n fics are fem gender but [attempted] no real mention of specific appearance, race, body type) ✨️=COMPLETE!

The Night Nurse - John x Helen CH 1 │ CH 2 │ CH 3 │ CH 4 │ CH 5 │ CH 6 │ CH 7 │ CH 8 CH 9. CH 10. │ A03

you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) - John x Helen'sSister!Reader fic │ Part 1 │Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 A03

John x Helen'sSister!Reader Imagine✨️ John Wick x Tarasov'sDaughter!Reader Imagine✨️ Constantine x Reader x John Wick Imagine✨️ Young!John Wick & Model!Reader Imagine part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4✨️ John x Wife!Reader Fix it Imagine✨️

BITTERSWEET

Yandere!John x fem!reader coffee shop au (this totally turned into a fic) All Chapters

gentleman john wick headcanon✨️

just a warm up drabble✨️

bodyguard!Wick x shy!curvy!student!fem!Reader fic✨️

OTHER KEANUVERSE CHARACTERS:

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR- Constantine x Vampire!Reader Fic Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 the deleted scene

Constantine x Vampire!Reader Neighbor Imagine✨️

Donaka Mark x MartialArtist!Reader Imagine ✨️

Donaka Mark x Secretary!Reader Imagine✨️

THE DEVILS' TRIANGLE - Tex Johnson x Reader x John Wick (x Constantine) Yandere Collab with the diabolical @treedaddymcpuffpuff & @sweetwolfcupcake *so many dead doves here be warned...* Original Imagine COVER Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5. Part 6 Part 7. Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 WIP

EXCESSIVE FORCE - Tom Ludlow x Nurse!Reader collab w the AMAZING @treedaddymcpuffpuff CHAPTER MAP

THE BASTARD'S MISTRESS - a don John x servant!Reader fic✨️

break me, softly - a Jack Traven x fem!NurseReader fic✨️

Vino Veritas - A Frank x Reader Destination Wedding Fic PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 EPILOGUE ✨️NOW COMPLETE!😛✨️ CHAPTER MAP

peep toe pumps - a kevin lomax x femSecretary!reader fic✨️

Andar Conmigo - A Walk in the Clouds Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John Fic Chapter Map bonus: don john's charro suit ✨️complete!✨️

enigmatic stranger - young!john wick x fem!reader collab fic w sweetwolfcupcake & treedaddymcpuffpuff pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

young!Constantine x witch!Reader imagine in India Pt 1

Sympathy for the Devil - Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

naughty neo x reader drabble✨️

🌻Small Town Girl ~ a Tex Johnson x Reader fic (Donnie Barksdale mentioned) Pt 1 Pt 2

[visionsofmagic]

⎯ stories with song lyrics [requests are open/a request post]

Explanation: I was thinking about writing stories with some song lyrics I am in love with. Below, you can see these lyrics [some will be added as well from time to time] and characters/people’s name that I like and can write stories about them. So, you can message or ask me with a lyric [or more than one] and a specific character/person [it can be two character at one time a well]. Then, I will write it. ^^ Feel free to add your own imagination as well. Also, you don’t have to use lyrics to ask a requests.

Stories can be one-shorts, series, headcanons.

important notes: i really want to write about jk, tae [from bts], peter parker, wanda maximoff, and bucky barnes [from marvel], bats [from dc]. so, this ones will come sooner because i already have some ideas about them with some of these lyrics. so, you can request it as well or you can wait me for to write this without any request. ^^

྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾

↬ for example: “I want to read a story about Jungkook with 1st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes with 41st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about peter parker  with 9th and 45th song lyrics.”

Warnings for requests: please identify what gender you want it to be; female reader or male reader and please describe what you want to read, so, I can really understand your wishes. ^^ [also, it can be an original character as you wish, will created by me of course.]

◆ Characters/People

⌑ dc ⌑

Bruce Wayne/Batman [every version of him, especially robert p.], Clark Kent/Superman, John Constantine [movie version]

⌑ marvel ⌑

Steve Rogers/Captain America, Peter Parker/Spiderman [tom h. and andrew g. versions], Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, Loki, Thor, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlett Witch, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange

⌑ tv series ⌑

The Boys (2019-) Billy Butcher, Homelander, Soldier Boy, Queen Maeve

The Sandman (2022-) Morpheus/Dream/The Sandman, Corinthian/Nightmare

⌑ movies, movie series ⌑

Star Wars (not specific movie) Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Obi Wan Kenobi [tv series’ version as well]

Uncharted (2022) Nathan Drake - also game version too.

Twilight (all of them) Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen

In time (2011) Raymond Leon

American Psycho (2001) Patrick Bateman

John Wick (whole series) John Wick

The Prestige (2006) Alfred Borden

⌑ idols, actors, actresses ⌑

bts [especially jk & tae], chris evans, elizabeth olsen, sebastian stan, tom hiddlestion, tom holland, chris evans, robert pattinson     

◆ Lyrics

1. A little bit older. A black leather jacket. A bad reputation. Insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I said, “If you kiss me, I might let it happen.” ▸my oh my, camila cabello [m]

2. Our secret moments in your crowded room. They've got no idea about me and you. & Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off▸dress, taylor swift [m]

3. I'm not here for games. I told you what it is, you chose to stay, oh. Baby, you chose the pain. 'Cause you don't know me, you just know my name, oh ▸renegade, aaryan shah [dark theme]

4. You don't know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me▸under the influence, chris brown

5. Please understand that I'm trying my hardest. My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless. Anxiety is one hell of a problem▸consume, chase atlantic [angst]

6. Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it. Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it. Make you get down on your knees. Can't always havе what you please. This bitch ain't comin' for free & you know I carry a knife. You should be scared for your life. 'Cause you know I don't play nice▸oh mami, chase atlantic ft. maggie lindemann [m]

7. Don't worry, my hands. They're only warm for you. If I'm ruining you right now. Please forgive me. Because I can't live without you▸pied piper, bts

8. Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours. But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad? Pacify her. She's getting on my nerves. You don't love her. Stop lying with those words.▸pacify her, melanie martinez

9. And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me". I can't help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in control? ▸control, halsey [villain vibe]

10. There's parts of me I cannot hide. I've tried and tried a million times. Cross my heart and hope to die. Welcome to my darkside▸darkside, neoni [villain vibe]

11. And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight. But my hands been broken one too many times. So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude. Words they always win, but I know I'll lose▸another love, tom odell [angst]

12. Terribly like terrible, she's the villain. One as sweet as caramel, she's my saint. Think I'm getting butterflies, but it's really. Something telling me to run away▸inferno, bella poarch & sub urban

13. I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit▸boyfriend, dove cameron [from this lyrics, I am getting a big vibe of wanda x f!reader, so, you know what I mean]

14. I keep forgetting I should let you go. But when you look at me. The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight▸can’t remember to forget you, shakira & rihanna

15. Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots. Think we kissed, but I forgot last Friday night▸last friday night, katy perry

16. Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be usin' for the rest of my life ▸don’t blame me, taylor swift

17. Call me in the morning to apologize. Every little lie gives me butterflies. Something in the way you're looking through my eyes. Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive▸teeth, 5sos

18. Six feet tall and super strong. We'd always get along. Alright, alright. Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight. And not a minute late. 'Cause I don't like to wait, no. Kind and ain't afraid to cry. Or treat his mama right. That's right, that's what I like▸guy.exe, superfruit [fluff]

19. I'm in love with a fairytale. Even though it hurts. 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind. I'm already cursed▸bad blood, taylor swift [note for this one; I added these part but I will write with whole lyrics because this song’s every lyric is amazing for an au, or a love story]

20. And you're startin' to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?▸why’d you only call me when you’re high?, arctic monkeys [protective or possessive vibe]

21. But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened. And that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love. But you treat me like a stranger. And that feels so rough▸somebody that i used to know, gotye

22. Right now, I'm shameless. Screamin' my lungs out for ya. Not afraid to face it. I need you more than I want to▸shameless, camila cabello

23. We laugh together, we cry together. These simple feelings were everything I had. When will it be?. If I see you again. I will look into your eyes. And say, "I missed you"▸still with you, jungkook

24. She said, "Fuck me like I'm famous", I said, "Okay"▸slow down, chase atlantic [m]

25. You're too late. Had your girlfriend at my house for two days. Should be obvious, the reason she stayed with me▸too late, chase atlantic [m]

26. Where have you been? Do you know when you're coming back? 'Cause since you've been gone. I've got along but I've been sad▸reflections, the neighbourhood [angst]

27. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.▸dandelions, ruth b. [fluff]

28. You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you. You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget ▸heathens, twenty one pilots [dark theme, like mafia au]

29. But mama I'm in love with a criminal. And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical.▸criminal, britney spears [this one is like mafia au too]

30. Oh, dear diary, I met a boy. He made my doll heart light up with joy. Oh, dear diary, we fell apart. Welcome to the life of Electra Heart.▸ bubblegum bitch, marina

31. Come on, don't be silly. I beg of you, stop. I'm sure that he doesn't reflect. What he really is▸ainsi bas la vida, indila [dark theme]

32. I can't be your Superman. Can't be your Superman & Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes. It's no secret everybody knows. Yeah, we fucked, bitch, so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes & I never loved you enough to trust you. We just met and I just fucked you▸superman, eminem [so much homelander vibe]

33. You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone. So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are. And I think you're crazy too, I know you're gone. That's probably the reason that we get along▸mad hatter, melanie martinez [dark theme]

34. I'm tired of being home alone. Used to have a girl a day. But I want you to stay. ▸ lost in the fire, the weekend [playboy vibe]

35. We found each other. I helped you out of a broken place. You gave me comfort. But falling for you was my mistake.▸ call out my name, the weekend

36. Give it to me daddy, that's what she keeps screamin'. Give it to me daddy, She love the way I beat it.& Lights down low, time to get naughty. ▸lights down low, maejor ft. waka flocka flame [m]

37. You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't die for you. I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God. Be my help, be a savior who can.▸ train wreck, james arthur [angst, mainly]

39. We used to be close, but people can go. From people you know to people you don't. And what hurts the most is people can go. From people you know to people you don't ▸ people you know, selena gomez

38. One: Don't pick up the phone. You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone

Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again

Three: Don't be his friend. You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'

And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.▸new rules, dua lipa

40. Saw you there and I thought. "Oh, my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake. Love's a game, wanna play?" ▸blank space, taylor swift

41. I know I can treat you better than he can. And any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me, why are we wasting time. On all your wasted crying. When you should be with me instead? ▸ treat you better, shawn mendes [love triangle vibe]

42. Only love can hurt like this. Must have been a deadly kiss & But every time you're there I'm begging you to stay. When you come close I just tremble. And every time, every time you go. It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul▸only love can hurt like this, paloma faith

43. I heard from a friend of a friend. That that dick was a ten out of ten ▸ need to know, doja cat [m]

44. Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely. Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely ▸ doin’ time, lana del rey

45. Baby, I'm a sociopath. Sweet serial killer. On the warpath. 'Cause I love you just a little too much ▸ serial killer, lana del rey [dark theme, dark!nat and wanda vibes or dark!mc/reader with a pretty boy like peter p.]

46. Guys my age don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Guys my age don't know how to touch me. Don't know how to love me good ▸ guys my age, hey violet [mature, sugar!daddy/mommy theme]

love, rose <3

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/perseprose/profile you can request in ao3 too. i will publish this in there too.

[masterlist]

[milliedazzledust]

An Abundance of Love (Nick Scratch imagine)

Request from anon: Nick x reader, where it’s all just soft shit. Nick is reading a book aloud to the reader, his head in their lap. They’re running their hand through his hair, before interrupting his reading with kisses. Maybe declarations of love that fluster him cause it’s out of nowhere

Words: 1408

A/N: The quotes are actually real and come from one of my favorite book, « An Abundance of Katherine’s » by John Green. If you have any Nick Scratch request, don’t hesitate to send them in !

It was in the early lights of a quiet morning. The Academy had not yet woken up and snuggled in one of the room were two lovers, enjoying their time alone, away from the noises of witchery troubles. There, on the bed, two souls in complete serenity. One of them was sitting against the bedhead, the other was laying on her lap, a book between his hands. The sun was starting to shine through the blinds, its vibrant golden color reflecting on them, bringing just enough light to be able to read.

”He remained convinced that romantic behavior was basically monotonous and predictable, and that therefore one could write a fairly straightforward formula that would predict the collision course of any two people. But he was worried that he might not be enough of a genius to make the connections“ He spoke, his voice the only sound breaking the silence.

The girl beside him was smiling, listening in a bath of peacefulness and utter contentment. Absorbed by his words, her eyes were closed. They had countless memories together, of shenanigans and battles they fought, which she would never be able to forget. But this was different, this was what she called memories moments of true happiness. Moments when her mind completely let go of all worries and problems and replaced them with a feeling of complete love for him. The simplest moments were building her strongest and most beautiful souvenirs, just as it did for him.

As he continued to read, she tenderly stroked his hair. Her eyes still shut, her smile still big, her fingers were running through his curls. The man made no move to stop her, instead took a second to take in a happy sigh before getting back to reading, a smile of his own on his face.

“This is almost too nice to be true” She said in a whisper, as if the sound of her own voice would be enough to make their moment disappear.

“What is ?” He asked, putting the open book on his chest and looking back at her.

“You and me, here, without any monsters to fight”

“Without the world ending” He added, joking.

She smirked.

“I keep on expecting someone to burst through my door to get us somewhere, to fight someone or something”

“Not today” He reassured her. “Besides, it’s too early.”

He took one her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissed it softly.

“This is the first time in forever that we get to have time together, Y/N” He continued. “Enjoy it, because the world won’t stay so quiet forever”

“Maybe we should give up our powers and become mortals” She joked.

He winced at the suggestion, making her laugh.

“Like hell we are”

They look back at each other, one of her hand still clasped with his, the other stroking his hair. No works were spoken for a while. Silent electricity passed on through their gaze was enough to make her heart beat faster, fingertips like matches grazing her wrist with flame. An entire ocean of ink wouldn’t be enough to write down was they felt for each other. They were a starburst of light amongst the darkening dusk, all the stars in the sky condensed into a single point, a single stare they shared. Their love was everywhere; in the way their gazes lingered on one another, the way their voices became softer and in the shy grins they’d never worn before. In the conversation spoke in silence like this one.

Slowly, softly, she leaned down and kissed his lips. A million loving thoughts condensed into a moment.

“What was that for ?” He asked, his fingers running down her cheek.

She shrugged.

“I’m just ….” She started. “I’m happy. You make me happy”

He smirked, her confession bringing a new lightness to his heart.

“Just happy ?” He joked.

“What is more than happy ?” She wondered. “Because I feel like if I find a word stronger than that I’m gonna jinx it”

“Sometimes I wonder how you can be a witch and be so superstitious at the same time”

She rolled her eyes.

“Doesn’t it feels weird to you sometimes ?” She said seriously, diverting the conversation.

“What ?”

“This connection between us”

He sighed, moving to get more comfortable on her lap.

“I’ll admit that sometimes it scares me”

“Really ? Why ?”

“You’re giving me so much power over you” He started, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I guess … I’m scared of hurting you. I feel so lucky to have you, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if this is real, if I’ve not just … bewitched you”

“Some call it bewitched” She told him. “I prefer to call it love”

“How do you know it’s love ?”

She pondered a minute, taking her time to answer his question.

“When I think of being alone, and I mean without you, I feel empty. Like a world without color. And when I’m with you, like right now, I’m no longer colorblind. I feel wiser, calm, at peace. I look at you, and I see my home. You know that warm bed you can’t get out of in the morning, that sensation of peace on a cozy, rainy Sunday, that place where people can drive you absolutely crazy one minute and make you feel like a precious treasure the next, this isn’t a place for me. It’s you”

She looked back at him in time to see him trying to hide his glossy eyes, warm with an emotion he knew he only felt for her.

“Nick, if what we have isn’t magic, then I cannot say what is” She muttered.

Suddenly, without warning, he threw the book aside, took her hands, and pushed her, making her fall on his chest. She laughed and he closed his eyes for a second, hoping he could memorize that sound, put it in a crystal glass in his mind and protect it forever. Then he stroked her cheeks affectionately before brushing a piece of hair, tucking it behind her ear. His hand stayed there, locked in her hair, his thumb stroking her skin softly. They could’ve remained in the same position forever, but like a magnet, he lifted her chin and brought her face closer and closer, their eyes glued to one another. With a silent statement, he sealed their lips together.

All he could focus on was how soft she felt against his mouth, how addictively she invaded all his senses. There was a raw emotion in the way his fingers cupped her head and he swore his heart skipped a beat when he felt her hands on his naked chest.

“If I remember correctly, you were supposed to read to me, Scratch” She whispered, her lips inches away from his.

He laughed, stealing yet another kiss from her.

“You’re too distracting, Y/L/N”

She glared back, rolling her eyes.

“Hm, excuse me sir but I’m not the one without a shirt on”

He sat up with his girlfriend still in his arms and grabbed the piece of clothing he had previously folded on a nearby chair.

“I can put it back on” He offered.

Before he could make another move, she took the shirt from his hands and threw it in a corner of her room.

“Don’t you dare” She answered with a wicked smile, making him chuckle.

She reached out behind him, taking the book he had disregarded earlier.

“Read to me ?” She requested with a cute voice he couldn’t resist.

He checked the clock on the bedside, making sure they still had time before class.

“C’mon” He conceded.

He let her go and waited until she was comfortably seated to get back to his initial position. His head on her lap, one of her hand in his hair, the other resting on his chest, he took the book back, turning the pages.

“Ready ?” He asked, taking a quick look at her.

“Always”

“Don’t distract me this time” He smirked.

“I can’t promise anything” She giggled.

Grinning, he started to read where he had left the story off. Once again she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back to enjoy the few last minutes they’ll have before getting back to reality, witchcraft and worlds colliding.

“Here’s to all the places we went. And all the places we’ll go. And here’s to me, whispering again and again and again and again… “

“I love you” She finished the quote.

[thorne93]

Masterlist

Updated as of 10/8/2022

Crossovers:

Unforseen Chasm (X-Men and Avengers) - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Fire and Ice (X-Men and Avengers) - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Caught in the Act (Criminal Minds and Supernatural) - Spencer Reid x Reader

Things Left Unsaid (John Wick and The Night Manager) - John Wick x Reader x Jonathan Pine

Past Vs Present (Loki and Star Wars) - Loki x Reader x Anakin Skywalker

The Newcomer (The Covenant & Witches of East End) - Chase Collins x Reader

Aftermath (Avengers and XMen) - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Inside The Criminal Mind (Criminal Minds and Dexter) - Spencer Reid x Reader ft. Dexter

Supernatural:

Dean:

Three’s Company - Dean x Reader x Sam

TD Challenge - Dean, Crowley (no pairing)

Together Forever - Dean x Reader

Happy Birthday - Dean x Reader

Smut / NSFW Drabbles

One Hell of a Surprise - Dean x Reader

Sam:

Crazy in Love - Sam x Reader

Three’s Company - Dean x Reader x Sam

Castiel:

His Hero - Castiel x Reader (Best Friends)

Jack Kline:

Inexplicable Fate - Jack x Reader

Crowley:

The Saddest Thing about Betrayal - Crowley x Reader x Lucifer

TD Challenge - Dean, Crowley (no pairing)

Lucifer:

The Saddest Thing about Betrayal - Crowley x Reader x Lucifer

Benny:

One Year - Benny x Reader

Team Free Will:

Goodbye - Dean, Sam, Cas, OC’s (no pairing)

A Gift for a Friend (Smut) - Dean x Lois (OC) x Cas, Lexi (OC) x Sam

Marvel:

12 Days of Christmas ft Thor, Remy Lebeau, Peter Parker, Dr. Stephen Strange, Pietro

Stan Lee University  

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

The Stars Made Us - Charles Xavier x Reader / Stephen Strange x Reader

The Choice is Yours - Loki x Reader / with alternative endings with Bucky Barnes or Dr. Strange

Charles Xavier/Professor X:

The Explanation - Charles x OC (self)

Hard Headed - Charles x Reader

Closing Time - Charles x Reader

Trouble in Paradise - Charles x Reader / Stryker x Reader

Signs - Charles x Reader (featuring other X-Men)

United We Stand - Charles x Reader

Days of Future’s Past - Charles x Reader

Table Turn - Charles x Reader

The Right Path - Charles x Reader (Erik friend)

Silver Lining - Charles x Reader

Undying Love - Charles x Reader

Steve Rogers/Captain America:

Once Upon A Dream - Steve x OC

Homesick - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Homesick - Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

To Protect and Serve - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Don’t Make Me Do This - Bucky Barnes x Reader

No Matter What - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Missed Connection - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Helping Hand - Bucky Barnes x Reader / Loki x Reader

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver:

Unusual Upbringing - Pietro x Reader

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Chance Encounter - Peter x Reader

The Reason - Peter x Gwen with Reader best friend

Accident - Peter x Reader

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Savior - Loki x Reader

Faith - Loki, Thor, Reader (No pairing)

Helping Hand - Loki x Reader / Bucky x Reader

It Was Written in Song - Loki x Reader

Anything for Love - Loki x Reader

Something There - Loki x Reader

The Choice is Yours - Loki x Reader

Gambit / Remy Lebeau

Stranger In A Crowd - Remy/Gambit x Reader

Deadly Mistake - Remy/Gambit x Reader

Howard Stark

Awkward Moments - Howard Stark x Reader

Tony Stark

Awkward Moments - Howard Stark x Reader (Ft. Tony Stark)

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Teacher’s Pet - Professor!Tony Stark x Reader (smut au) / Professor!Bruce Banner x Reader

Thor Odinson:

Faith - Thor, Loki, Reader (No Pairing)

Vision

It Never Ends - Vision x Wanda, Reader x Vision

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Paranoia - Clint x Reader

Vision

It Never Ends - Vision x Reader / Vision x Wanda

Bruce Banner

Teacher’s Pet - Professor!Bruce Banner x Reader (smut au) / Professor!Tony Stark x Reader

DC Comics

Insulting - John Constantine x Reader (and OFC)

Criminal Minds:

Best Teacher Award - Spencer Reid x Reader

Fox the Fox - Spencer Reid x Reader

Nerves - Spencer Reid x Reader

Green Eyed Monster - Spencer Reid x Reader

What Are We Gonna Do? - Spencer Reid x Reader

Watch It - Spencer Reid x Reader

Inside The Criminal Mind - Spencer Reid x Reader (ft. Dexter Morgan)

Star Wars:

Revenge of the Jedi - Anakin x OC

Opposites Attract - Kylo Ren x Rey

Sherlock (BBC):

Curious Conundrum - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Original Stories:

Until I See You Again

Actors:

James McAvoy

Decisions, Decisions - James McAvoy x Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Congrats, Grad - James McAvoy x Reader

Just My Luck - James McAvoy x Reader

Tom Hiddleston

Decisions, Decisions - Tom Hiddleston x Reader x James McAvoy

Lies and Slander - Tom Hiddleston x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Woes of the Heart - Tom Hiddleston x Reader / Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past)

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Seantor!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Learn From The Master - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Custody Battle - Tom Hiddleston x Reader (w/ Keanu Reeves ex)

So It Goes… - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Sebastian Stan

Lies and Slander - Sebastian Stan x Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Don’t Say Yes - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Why Her? - Sebastian Stan x OFC (Chris Evans x Reader / Chris Evans x OFC)

Lost and Found - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Knight in Shining Armor - Sebastian Stan x Reader

First Impressions - Sebastian Stan x Reader / Hayden Christiensen x Reader

Old Flame, New Problems - Sebastian Stan x Reader / Hayden Christensen x Reader

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Seantor!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader (Ft. Sebastian Stan)

Blessing - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Parenting Fail - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Broken Wedding Bells - Sebastian Stan x OFC / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Keanu Reeves

Woes of the Heart - Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past) / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Custody Battle - Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past) / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Chris Evans

Why Her? - Chris Evans x OFC / Chris Evans x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Hayden Christensen:

First Impressions - Hayden Christiensen x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Old Flame, New Problems - Hayden Christensen x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Chris Hemsworth:

Smut/NSFW Drabble

Tom Holland:

Number One - Tom x Reader (Smut)

Bill Skarsgard:

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Senator!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Unexpected Guest - OFC x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Jared Padalecki:

Not Your Fault - Jared Padalecki x Reader

Not His - Jared Padalecki x Reader

Jensen Ackles:

That’s Why - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Once Upon A Time (TV Series):

Who Will Win? - Jefferson x Reader

Split:

This Isn’t Stockholm - Kevin/Dennis…etc x Reader

Tag Team (smut) - Barry and Dennis x Reader

Victor Frankenstein:

Not What You Thought It Was - Victor x Reader

Fantastic Beasts:

The Softest Fire - Newt Scamander x Rosaline Vaughan (OFC)

[huntertales]

Part One: Tough Love. (Bad Boys S09E07)

Episode Summary: When an old friend of Dean’s asks for help to solve a murder, Sam and the reader discover that the older Winchester as a secret past—one that will help solve the hunt. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4.591.

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Silence was a rare occurrence in the bunker, even more so when everyone was home. Despite the place being vast and wide with countless rooms to occupy, you and the boys typically stuck with the same out of functionality and comfort. One room in particular quickly turned into a personal favorite among all of you when you moved in almost a year ago. The library was the perfect spot to get research done for an upcoming hunt and lounge around with a drink after a job well done. It was also the only spot where it was impossible to hear actual quietness. No sounds of talking or obscene noises that ruined the reason why Sam wanted to be here in the first place.

Out of all the rooms the bunker had to offer, it was obvious to Sam the library was his most favorite of it all. Just like you and his brother. You enjoyed it for the perfect atmosphere that it brought for research. Dean loved the comfy chairs and expensive liquor he drank on the odd occasions. It might have  been easy to guess that Sam loved the library for the several shelves of books on lore. A hunter's dream come true. While that was part of it, there were little gems spread around that had caught his attention. First editions of classic novels he heard of before, and a few he discovered by accident. Sam forgot the last time he was able to read a book that wasn't for learning about a monster or figuring out how to undo the mess of Heaven. All he wanted to do was sit down with a good book and just relax. Today felt like the day he might be able to do that. 

Sam called out his brother's name first, a few seconds later it was followed by Kevin's. His answer was dead silence. A smile crept on the edges of his lips when he stepped into the library to see that it was perfect. You looked up from your laptop when you heard Sam's voice break your concentration from what you had been working on. Dean was off somewhere else while Kevin decided to work on the translations in a different part of the bunker, hoping a change of scenery might help him focus better. You turned your attention back to the laptop to continue working, filling the air with the sounds of your keyboard tapping. A familiar tune that brought the younger Winchester back to his college days. Sam decided to join you.

Sam made his way over to the bookshelf, the exact one he'd come in here for, and glanced over the several battered hardcovers. He pretended to casually gloss over the titles as he glanced over his shoulder to make sure his brother was still gone. You wouldn't have cared about the fact that he plucked off a red cover novel that he couldn't stop thinking about. One with a familiar title of a land you both had thought was fictional. Filled with characters by the name of Dorothy and the Wicked Witch, who were in fact real people. Sam had been itching to read the series for himself to get a taste of the real magic, a fraction of the adventures Charlie was having in Oz. 

Sitting down in the chair nestled in the corner, Sam happily got himself comfortable and opened up the book to the first page, with a little too much eagerness for a series that was supposed to be written for children. No one was too old for a classic tale. However, right before Sam could even read the first word, he overheard a noise over your typing and occasional clip from the trackpad. It sounded like vibrations. A slight annoyed look crossed his face at the disruption. It only deepened when Sam watched as you continued to sit there, mindlessly scrolling through whatever was keeping your attention. Sam passively shut the book a little too loudly. You still didn't acknowledge the vibrating phone on the table across from your own.

"Please, let me." Sam muttered to himself. He set his book aside on another shelf and reluctantly made his way over to the phone. Glancing down at the caller I.D., it turned out to be a number he wasn't familiar with. Not the one to ignore a call, he pulled the charger out from the plug and answered before it could go to voicemail. "Hello?" The voice on the other line was male, and not one he was able to recognize. You finally glanced up from your laptop from what you heard next. Sam smiled to himself at the ridiculous nickname for whomever they were trying to reach. "I'm sorry, there's no Dee-dawg, uh..."

"I got it. I got it." Dean came out of nowhere, seeming to have heard the conversation from wherever he was, and plucked the phone out from his brother's hand. "Sonny, hey. So, what's up?" You shut your laptop and got up from your seat at hearing the one-sided conversation unfold, curious as to who was on the other end. Never in your life did you hear someone use a nickname like that on Dean. You wondered who this Sonny guy was. "All right. Yeah, just sit tight. I'll be there soon as I can." 

You made your way over to the boys right as Dean ended the call. You casually crossed your arms over your chest and sat down on the edge of the table, a little curious as to who contacted him. "So, what was that all about, Dee-dwag?" You couldn't help the smile that crossed your face at the nickname that sounded childish coming out from your mouth.

"Sammy, you remember when we were kids that spring in upstate New York?" Dea tried to spark an old memory in his brother's mind, despite how their childhood wasn't spent in one place for very long. They'd visited so many different places, so many small towns with motels that blurred into the same place. "Dad was on a rugaru hunt. We crashed at the, uh...the bungalow colony with the ping-pong table?'

"Yeah. You disappeared. Dad came back. You were gone. He shipped me off to Bobby's for a couple and went and found you." Sam remembered the details from the time he was twelve. While the small details were a bit fuzzy, there was no forgetting the moments when his father got beyond angry after coming back from a hunt to see disaster had struck. "You were lost on a hunt or something.”

Dean's expression changed at hearing his brother's version of the story that differed from his own, almost like it refreshed his own memory. "That’s what we told you. Right."

"I'm sorry?" You were caught off guard at what Dean said. John was never going to be father of the year in your eyes. He was a lot of things, but a liar was not one of them. You furrowed your brow in confusion. "That's what you told Sam?"

"Truth is, uh..." Dean came clean with the real version of what really happened all those years ago while you continued to listen. You and his brother both appeared to be interested as to why John felt the need to keep up the lie for so many years. What could have been so bad that Sam wasn't able to know? "I lost the food money  that Dad left for us in a card game. I knew you'd get hungry, so...I tried taking the five-finger discount at the local market and got busted. I wasn't on a hunt. They sent me to a boys' home." 

"A boys' home, like a...reform school?" You took a wild guess as to where he ended up for those few months. You didn't understand the need to cover up the truth, and why John let him stay there for all that time. You weren't a personal fan of the way John raised his children, having made a remark here and there over the years, you figured it was for the best to keep some things to yourself. It might have been one of the few moments in Dean's life where there was an actual proper guardian looking over him. Beside Bobby, of course. 

"Yeah, more or less. It was a farm, and the guy who ran it—Sonny—he, you know, he looked after me." Dean told you the rest of the story. You always enjoyed meeting people from the boys' past, it was almost like getting to discover another part of their tangled and strange childhood. 

"Wait." Sam was caught up on one detail as to why the older man was calling out of the blue. People from their past don't call just to say hello, unless there was a problem attached to that greeting in need of solving. "Does Sonny know what we do?"

"Yeah. He's good people. I gave him the number to the Bat Phone, and it sounds like he's got something in our wheelhouse." Dean said. You nodded your head in agreement at the plan. Sometimes people were believers in the supernatural, sometimes it took a strange phenomenon for them to understand. You covered your mouth with your hand when you found yourself letting out a yawn, which didn't go unnoticed. "Hey, you gonna be cool do this, or are you too tired?”

"Yeah, I'm just, uh..." You pushed yourself up to your feet and tried to get yourself to feel more awake. You blamed your sluggishness on the lack of your usual amount of caffeine. There was no way you were missing out on a hunt because you felt tired. "I'll be fine."

Dean wanted to take your word on that alone, but he wanted to be sure. He placed a hand on the back of a chair and balanced the other on the table, leaning down to ask you an odd sounding question. "And everybody's okay with heading out to the Catskills?"

You found yourself looking around the library to see who Dean might be talking to, despite the fact he was making full eye contact with you. You raised your brow slightly and smiled at his behavior. "Unless Sammy has other reservations, we are everybody.”

"Yeah. Right. All right." Dean stood back up into a standing position, pretending like everything was back to normal once more. You didn't see the strange look Sam passed his brother from the way he was acting about a certain someone. "Grab your stuff, and we'll head out." 

You rolled your eyes as you watched Dean make his way out the library to pack a few things for the hunt ahead of you. Before he could get too far, Sam stopped him. He needed to ask a question of his own about the conversation spoken just a few moments ago. "Hey, Dean...why didn't you just tell me you went to a boys' home?"

"I don't know. It was Dad's idea." Dean said. "And it just—you know, the story became the story. I was sixteen."

For some reason you felt like Dean wasn't telling you the whole story. It felt out of character for John to make up some lie to Sam. A parent would most likely make this a teachable moment. Screw up enough and you'll end up in a boys' home for a few months. You looked over at Sam to see he shared the same confused expression as yourself.

+ + +

You weren't sure what to expect when you made it to the Catskills where Sonny's home was nestled in. You heard of homes for troubled youth for behavior and crimes that weren't drastic enough for juvenile hall. An alternative that was the epitome of tough love for kids with parents who reached their end, or for those who didn’t care enough to bother trying at all. "Sonny's Home For Boys'' greeted you and the brothers of the establishment where Dean spent a few months by himself. It turned out to be exactly like Dean said, it was just a farm that had seen better days with a cozy looking home nestled on top of the hill. 

Dean parked the Impala on the dirt road that led up to the house and got out, you and Sam following quickly after. He glanced around the area to see if it might still look the way he remembered. You swore you saw a smile across his face when you happened to glance over his way, the kind someone got when returning to a happy memory. You took a look around yourself to see what made this so special. For a kid who spent his entire life from town to town, stability was something he might have craved. He had his own bed for a couple of months. Dean didn't have to worry about taking care of someone for those two months besides himself...You wondered if that’s why Dean kept it a secret. 

"You were here for two months and Dad couldn't find you?" Sam examined the farm for himself to try and see what was so special about this place that made Dean want to stay. It was another small town with acres of farmland that most likely was taken care of by the boys who stayed here. Not exactly paradise for a sixteen year old who'd been all over the country to settle for a little while.

"Oh, no. He found me quick. But he left me here 'cause I lost our money." Dean told you the reason for his extended stay, following a chuckle like it was all some funny story. You and Sam shared the same unamused sort of expression when the both of you happen to turn your heads to look at one another.

"You were sixteen." You came to the older man's defense to try and realize the punishment was a little harsh for something stupid. When you were at that age, what few months you still had left of teenage bliss, you fooled around and got yourself into deep trouble. Maybe not gambling away food money while your father abandoned you for God knows how long while you were forced to take care of another sibling...still, you felt the punishment didn't fit the crime. "You made a mistake."

"Yeah. I made the mistake." Dean said, seeming to refuse to try and see things from your perspective. "Look, I know how you guys think. None of this was Dad's fault." 

Was it ever in the eyes of Dean? You kept your thoughts to yourself and trailed behind the boys as you made your way up the porch steps. Dean knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before someone answered. It was a middle aged woman who opened up, leaving the screen door as a barrier between you and her. You noticed right away from the stern look on her face she didn't seem too pleased to see three strangers standing on the porch. You figured Sonny didn't tell her company was coming. You spotted the gold cross that hung from her neck, the size of it was too hard not to miss. A holy woman helping run a boys' home. There was nothing scarier than a God fearing woman.

The woman crossed her arms over her chest when Dean offered a friendly smile and a polite hello. "What can I do for you kids?"

"I'm Dean. This is my brother, Sam. And this is our friend, Y/N." Dean introduced all of you. "We're old buddies of Sonny's."

"Prison buddies?" She was quick to judge, causing Sam to clear his throat at the quick escalation of who Sonny was before even meeting him. You softly nudged the man in the ribs and gave him a side-eyed glare before smiling at the woman.

"No." Dean said. "You mind telling him that we're here?"

"I'll go get him." She responded a few seconds later, taking the time to give all of you a once over in some kind of way to make sure you were decent people. Not some strangers from Sonny's past he had all left where it should stay. Dean opened up the screen door and was about to step inside, but she stopped him before doing such a thing. "I just mopped this floor, so you take off those roach stompers."

Not the one to make a bad impression, you and the boys listened, slipping off your shoes so they laid on the porch before stepping inside. Sam felt the need to bring up a small fact about the man who ran this place, finding it rather odd someone who had a run-in with the law now helped troubled youth. "Sonny's an ex-con, huh?"

"What, and we're such angels?" Dean scoffed at his brother's passive judgement on the guy before he got the proper chance to meet him. "Trust me, he's more than made up for it." 

Dean stepped inside the home first with you and his brother following behind. You looked around while Dean took everything in about the place that hadn't changed since the last time he was here almost twenty years ago. The furniture was still the same as he remembered, Sonny even kept the awards in the same spot of their accomplishments. Dean didn't realize how much he missed this place, despite not wanting to be here at first when he was a teenage punk who gave the cop who arrested him a black eye. He might still have the same sarcastic charm and hatred for authority when he was a kid, but there was no doubt in his mind Sonny taught him some valuable lessons during his stay here.

"Dee-dwag!" You heard that ridiculous nickname again, this time coming from the man who gave it to Dean. You saw an older man step out from another room with a wide smile on his face at the sight of the fully grown Winchester.

"Sonny, good to see you." Dean greeted the man with the same happiness in his voice. He embraced the man into a tight hug after meeting up again after so many years apart.

"Hey, you, too, brother." Sonny said. Pulling away, he noticed that Dean didn't make the journey up here alone. He was quick to notice the tall man looming around was the little brother Dean talked so much about. "Oh, and this must be Sam." 

“Good to meet you.” Sam greeted the man with a friendly smile of his own. 

"Back at you, brother." Sonny grabbed the younger Winchester's hand to shake when he stuck it out before dropping it back down to his side. He finally turned his attention to you, trying to put a name to a face. “I don’t believe Dean mentioned you before.” 

"Sonny, this is my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N.” Dean rarely introduced you as such to people. Most of the time it was either hunting partner or family friend to strangers from his past. For some reason he felt the need to tell Sonny the deeper relationship you had with him. "She's a close family friend of ours. We’ve known each other since we were born. Circumstances broke us apart, but we actually reunited back together a year after I left this place." You looked over at him and smiled, the thought of seventeen soon-to-be eighteen Dean was a drastic difference to the man who stood in front of you today. 

"Good for you." Sonny seemed to be proud at hearing Dean had landed himself in a happy relationship. From the way you two looked at each other it was easy to tell he was head over heels in love. "He ain't giving you too much trouble now, has he?"

"Not anymore than usual. But it’s what I signed up for." You joked with Sonny. You lightly tapped Dean on his chest and flashed him a smile. “Good thing I love him.” 

Dean couldn't help the bashful sort of smile that crossed his face at hearing you say those three words to him. Normally they were saved for private moments where no one could hear you. You carelessly tossed them around and meant them. Dean felt a spark of pride hit him out of nowhere for some reason. As if he was showing Sonny he ended up okay for himself.

"So," Dean continued on with the conversation. "The farm looks."

"Oh, please, man. It's barely standing." Sonny brushed off the empty compliment that was just the polite way to make small talk before going in for the real reason why all of you were here. "Only got a handful of kids working around here."

Dean's face scrunched up slightly at hearing that news. When he was here back in the day, almost every bed was taken here with no one left without a job to do as instructed by Sonny. "Why's that?"

"Because these days, the system would rather incarcerate a boy than redeem him." Sonny replied.

"Hey, Sonny, uh," Sam happened to look across over to the dining room to spot the woman who answered the door was lingering around in an obvious sort of way. She was wiping an already clean table with a rag. You could tell she was trying to eavesdrop. Sam made sure to drop his voice to a whisper as he casually crossed his arms over his chest. "You mind if we talk alone?"

"Hey, Ruth," Sonny looked over his shoulder to see she was lingering around for whatever reason why. Maybe she wanted to know why a bunch of strangers from Sonny’s past decided to come by without a warning. "Would you please go check on the boys, make sure their money chores are getting done?"

Ruth hesitantly nodded her head before making her way somewhere far enough away to keep the conversation going without worry. "All right." Dean jumped to the real reason why all of you were here in the first place. "So, what's happening?"

"Well, you remember Jack, do you?" Sonny asked. 

Dean nodded his head. "Yeah. The tough, old leatherneck." 

"Mmhm. Well, somehow, that ancient, rusty, broken-down tractor just roared to life and ran him over the other night." Sonny shared the strange and unfortunate news of an old worker here who suffered a strange and terrible sounding death that was out of the ordinary. 

"Maybe it just slipped out of park or something." You guessed, trying to figure out a more logical reason behind it.

"Couldn't have. You know, I never believed any of this mumbo-jumbo stuff you kids are into, but...something ain't right." Sonny said. His concern made you a little bit curious as to what he meant by all of that. "Well, just things started happening—lights flickering on and off, strange scratching sounds coming from inside the walls, windows and doors slamming."

"All right. You think you can round up the boys while we take a look around?" Dean asked, having heard enough to suspect of what might be going on around here.

"Well, that shouldn't be a problem. Most are home on a break—well, except those with no home worth going to." Sonny said. 

Sonny went on to round up the boys so they wouldn't be around to disturb any of you when you got to the bottom of figuring out what might be going on. "All right. Why don't you and Y/N take the house?" Dean suggested a plan to you and his brother. "I'll check the barn."

The both of you nodded your head in agreement before going your own seperate ways to get a proper sweep of the house. Sam decided to take the upstairs part of the house while you stuck with the downstairs, thinking you might be able to cover more ground that way while Dean stuck with the parts of the farm he was familiar with. You took a sweep of the main parts of the house to see there was nothing out of the ordinary from what you usually looked for in this situation; no EMF, no sulfur and not a trace of a hex bag. Even though what Sonny described was typically signs of a spirit, it didn't hurt to check off all the boxes just to be safe if things ended up not being what you thought. 

Soon enough you made your way into the bedroom area where the boys slept after a hard day’s work. You spotted at least a half dozen twin sized beds spread around the place. Some of them were messy, a few of them were perfectly made. Sonny was right about there not being a lot of boys anymore. You looked around the place to see it almost seemed like any other bedroom. Plenty of furniture, some toys and board games lying around. You realized that this was the exact same room Dean spent two months in when he was sixteen. And you got confirmation he was here when you spotted something engraved into one of the beds.

Your fingers brushed over a hunting symbol carved into the bedpost that was most likely done by Dean himself. A smile crossed your face at the thought of teenage Dean protecting himself from evil while alone from his family, despite it only being his brother and absent father. You crouched down when you spotted some masking tape on the foot of the bed as well, making up as some kind of nameplate. Out of curiosity, you pulled off the first layer, revealing another name that you guessed belonged to another boy who slept in this bed previously. You pulled off another piece of tape, and another, and another until you came across the one you had been looking for—Dean W. 

Your head snapped away from the tape and to the door across the room when you heard rustling that broke your concentration. The door that led to the other room was opened slightly, giving you enough of a bad feeling not to go in there without some kind of precaution. Slowly, you pushed yourself back up to your feet and reached for the knife you kept tucked in the back of your jeans. You made your way over, taking cautious steps when you heard what sounded to be a whispering female voice. You didn’t take into consideration there might have been another bedroom located right next to the boys’, it was a small house after all. And it might have been Ruth’s. You discovered that a little too late. 

You pushed open the door, expecting to find the thing who killed Jack standing across from you, only it turned out to be someone else. You quickly whipped the knife behind your back when you realized it was in fact Ruth. She had been kneeling at her bed before you scared her. "I am so sorry." You quickly apologized to the woman at the accidental mishap, suddenly feeling like a fool for mistaking her whispering for something evil when it was in fact most likely a prayer from the rosary beads that was tight in her grip. "I thought I saw something in—”

"Like a ghost?" Ruth's presumption made you look at her a little funny, wondering how she managed to come up with that conclusion on her own. "Sonny told me you were old friends, but I know why you're really here. That's why I was praying for us."

"Praying for what?" 

"For the ghost that haunts this farm to leave." 

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