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john price x f!reader, reader is johnny’s twin

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The universe hates you, obviously.

Why else would it send you this charming and attractive man in the form of your brother’s boss? Not to mention your hookup with him was so meaningless he didn’t even deign to write you a note. Even a “had a nice time :)” would have been more acceptable than an empty bed and an aching throb in both your cunt and your chest. Since clearly it was just another hookup to him, you decide to treat John with the same dignity he treated you with.

“Nice to meet you both!” You nod at the clock above John’s head, refusing to meet his eyes, then turn to Gaz and give him a warm smile. “And I’m sorry you have to spend so much time with my brother. At least you get paid, it’s a better lot than mine.” The crew laughs, breaking the inevitable awkward tension of bringing a civilian family member to their place of work. Johnny shoves your shoulder and you gladly take the opportunity to turn your back on John.

“Well, Cap’s got a meeting soon, but we can show ye ‘round while we wait.” You don’t bother saying goodbye to John, something that Gaz and Ghost note with a look between them. Johnny’s too focused on you to notice, shouting his goodbyes over his shoulder to Price before tucking you against him once again. Your traitorous heart pounds out of your chest as you take stock of the situation. Not only is John your brother’s captain, he’s practically a father figure. Johnny’s told you how the captain took a chance on him, saved his life countless times, and you’re putting these facts together like pieces of the puzzle that is John Price. A military captain who treats his men like sons while treating a stranger like his wife, just to leave the next day. He’s clearly unstable, a person you should stay away from, because you have the slightest inkling he could ruin your life. He might already have.

Ghost leaves to finish training, Johnny on his heels to “wish him goodbye,” as if they won’t see each other in an hour. It’s disgusting how in love your brother is, how besotted Ghost is, and you hate yourself for wanting what they have so badly. It’s clear they’re meant for each other, tethered together by blood and sacrifice and the life that can grow after death. Want bubbles inside you like a pot about to explode, and you would do well to keep the lid on.

“So,” Gaz shakes you out of your reverie, cunning eyes tracking your gaze to Ghost and Johnny. “Approve of the Lieutenant for your brother? ‘m dyin’ to know.” You nod slightly, cheeks flushing in the face of Gaz’s full attention. Closer up, he’s the type of handsome you would never pursue, too pretty for his own good. In his voice and behind his eyes, though, there’s something lurking underneath. You can tell he wields his handsomeness as a weapon and you can’t even fault him for it.

“I think it’s more if Ghost approves of me, to be honest. They already seem like they’d hang the moon for each other.” Gaz nods thoughtfully, leading you outside to a path that outlines the base, giving you a glimpse of soldiers training outside. “An’ why’s that? Soap talks about you all the time like you’re a sort of angel. Not sayin’ you aren’t, of course.” He sends you a wink and you giggle at both that and the nickname Soap. Johnny told you about it, of course, but it’s a bit silly to hear it next to the name Ghost or even Gaz. He’s never told you what Soap meant, and you never asked in case it was something you didn’t want to hear.

“I think Johnny loves me, it’s just, I remind him of the parts of our family that don’t. And with Ghost, and all of you, he’s got a real family that doesn’t judge him. It’s like introducing two friend groups when you’re not sure if they’ll like each other. We represent different parts of him, but I’m old and Ghost is new, so the lines seem blurry to me.” Gaz lets you talk more, his demeanor so welcoming with the internal challenges you’re facing. He even tells you to call him Kyle, warm and soft. The two of you walk around base, minutes turning into an hour. Finally, a soldier runs up to the two of you, telling you you’re needed in Price’s office. You bite your lip nervously, not seeing how Kyle tracks your response. He almost freezes, years of training preventing him from doing so, but he’s still thrown by how nervous you seem to go back.

“Well, I’m a little sorry for talking your ear off. But I see why Johnny likes you, Kyle. You’re a good friend.” You smile at him, almost faltering when you see his stony expression. It changes in a split second, like a cloud moving from the sun, and he grins and tucks you under his shoulder, just like Johnny. “It’s no problem, angel. It’s one of my specialities. Let’s get you to lunch, ‘m starvin’.”

Johnny greets you like a long lost twin when you get back, asking for details about who you saw and where you went. He’s like that all the way to lunch, insisting on driving just the two of you to “the only decent pub in this town, really, hen.” It’s nice to spend time with him and you squeeze his forearm to say so, basking in the light of his smile. You almost forget about the John situation until you see him get out of the car the other men took, his fatigues fitting him criminally well. In fact, he’s even better looking in the daylight, blue eyes catching the sun while he stretches, muscles rippling under his clothes. You stare so long that Johnny yells at you to get moving, but he’s too focused on Ghost to turn back to see who you’re looking at.

You find Kyle quickly, tucking your arm into the crook of his elbow and letting him guide you into the pub, sparing a singular backwards glance to John. He’s staring at you, again, but he’s too far back for you to tell anything of the subtext behind his eyes. Is he mad you’re Johnny’s sister? He has no right, obviously. Maybe he thinks you stalked him or something and this is all some elaborate scheme. Deciding you don’t care, you focus on lunch and the growling in your stomach from all the calories you burnt with John last night. He’s really the cause of all your current plights.

The pub only has booths. Johnny insists on you being in the middle, guest of honor and all that, so you’re stuck in the middle with Johnny on your left and Kyle on your right. Ghost is next to Johnny, of course, leaving John next to Kyle, a perfect angle for him to stare at you while you answer Johnny’s interrogation. Johnny asks you questions like you haven’t talked every week since you last saw each other. Like only a brother could be, he’s unhinged.

“So yer still single, m'eudail?”

“An’ yer livin’ alone? Steaming Jesus, hen.”

“Not even a cat? Bloody hell.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see John’s shoulders bunching closer with every invasive question your brother asks. He’s being an ass, they both are, and you need a break. “Before the food comes, I’m going to use the toilet. Scooch, Johnny.” As you leave, you hear Ghost muttering to Johnny, telling him to calm down. At least someone’s on your side.

You do your business, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before going back out and facing the cavalry. As you open the door, you see the universe is not on your side.

“We need to talk.” He’s standing there, posture military straight. You hate him.

“John…” You try to push the bathroom door open to make your escape. He prides himself on your mission being unsuccessful, an arm preventing you from leaving. He doesn’t like to use his strength to intimidate women, but in this case, you’re too slippery for him to let you go politely.

“Sweetheart…”

“Oh, don’t sweetheart me, John. Or should I say, Captain?”

He yanks the door handle from your grip, spinning and locking you both inside in one move. It’s a one room toilet and there’s nowhere to go with John taking up space like it’s his right. “We need to talk.” He says it in what you imagine is his Captain Voice, firm and unmoving. Luckily for you, you’re not on his payroll. “Actually, we don’t. We had a good time, the night ended and you left, and now we happen to have a mutual connection. It’s whatever.” You try to shrug nonchalantly, fumbling for the door, but John notes how you stumbled over the words “you left.” His hands find your waist, pinning you to the door with a gentleness remnant of last night.

“You didn’t call. Or text. ‘m confused why y’r upset, pet, when the ball’s in y’r court.” His hands on your waist are breaking down your mental walls and you hate how easily you let down your guard. His actions don’t match his words, though, and that’s something you can’t deny. “How would I have called? I don’t have your number.” His brows knit together in confusion, thumbs rubbing circles over your shirt. “I left a note.” Oh. Oh.

“There was no note.”

“Left it on the pillow, sweetheart.”

“There was nothing on the pillow!”

“Must’ve moved while you slept. Should’ve known by how much ya kicked me last night.”

“I don’t kick! God, you’re annoying and-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, pressing you further into the door. John slots a muscled thigh between your legs, smiling against your skin when you let out a soft moan. “‘m sorry ‘m a right idiot, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you.” You shake your head, pushing him away but keeping your hands on his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his uniform. “What would you have done if I never called? And if- if I didn’t show up on base?” He smiles at you indulgently, like you’re a little girl instead of a woman. He knows he’s won, can tell by how firm your grip is on his chest. “Would’ve gone back t’ the bar tonight. An’ if you weren’t there, would’ve gone to y’r hotel room.” You frown at him. “How would you have gotten up the elevator? You need a key card.” He pecks your forehead like he’s known you a year, rather than a day. “I have my ways, sweetheart. I am a captain, as you know.”

That kills the mood.

You push him away, finally letting go, before stepping in front of the mirror to readjust your clothes and hair. He stands behind you and it’s intoxicating to imagine you two like this, fixing your clothes after a hookup or a domestic night in. Something about John Price feels permanent, likes he’s meant to be in your life for more than one night. But then, the image of your brother pops into your brain. Your memory of how much he talks about John, talks about the group in general. How they’re like family, like brothers, how Price treats him like a son. You can’t ruin this for him.

“We can’t do this, John. If it goes wrong, it’ll break Johnny’s heart. I can’t do that to him.” Hands wrap around your waist, slotting you against him. You fit perfectly and it’s heart wrenching. “An’ what about my heart? An’ yours?” You shake your head, pushing off of him and unlocking the door. “It’s early enough that we can just- just stop. Johnny’s more important. I am sorry, truly.” You walk away without a second glance, like John’s not even there.

And just like that, John Price knows he’s met his match. His future wife, if he has anything to say about it. John Price doesn’t lose.

notes: johnny says bloody hell because simon says bloody hell. i don’t make the rules sorry.

also someone complained on my ao3 that this wasn’t slow burn and…i never said it was???? they literally meet as a hookup bffr. anyways hope yall enjoy! angst is coming soon hehe

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 7 months ago

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Picking Sides

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, Cas & Winchester sister, Jody & Winchester sister, Mary & Winchester sister (all obviously platonic)

Synopsis: you get in a fight with Mary, and when Sam and Dean take sides you go to find someone to be on your side.

Warnings: feelings of abandonment, angst with a happy ending

You were hiding again. These days, it felt like you were always hiding. The bunker used to feel like home, but that home got smaller and smaller until the only place that truly felt like a sanctuary was your bedroom.

It didn’t feel fair to think that the arrival of your brothers’ mom took away your home, but that’s how you felt nonetheless. You wanted to be happy for them more than anything—your big brothers were everything to you, and they got back someone they had lost, someone they loved.

But that someone just so happened to look at you and see only the result of her husband with another woman. You knew it had to hurt—from her memory, it must feel like she’d last seen John only months ago, even though it had been over twenty years. So seeing his daughter—the one he had with another woman—being treated like family by her boys…that had to hurt. You understood that hurt, and you felt sorry for Mary because of it. But what you didn’t understand was why she had to make you hurt with her. Maybe she didn’t mean to—you couldn’t believe the worst about Sam and Dean’s mom, you just couldn’t—but it felt like she never wanted you there. And that disdain was starting to affect Sam and Dean. They could tell when their mom wasn’t happy, and it put them on edge. Because of that, tensions just kept rising until finally you decided that hiding out away from the common areas was best for everyone when Mary was around.

This strategy worked out well back when Mary wasn’t around much, but she’d been hanging around the bunker a lot more now, and it just wasn’t working. You couldn’t be in your room all the time, but any time you bumped into Mary the two of you seemed to get into a fight about something. Today was no different.

You only ventured out to get some food from the kitchen—but of course Mary had to be there.

“Where have you been?” She questioned, though she kept her voice low.

“Just my room,” you mumbled as you started to assemble a sandwich.

“The boys could’ve used your help, you know. They’re doing a lot of research.”

“I’ve got a laptop, I’m doing my own research.” You tried not to sound too snarky, but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that it came out that way…just a little.

“Well it would make things a lot easier if you’d join the group,” Mary chided. At this, you scoffed—you couldn’t help it.

“Like you even want me as part of the family,” you challenged.

“I said group, not family. You’re not family,” she insisted, her tone still neutral and her voice still low. Something about her trying to keep this horrible conversation nice and quiet just made you want to scream it all the louder. Unfortunately, you did it at the wrong moment.

“Says the one who hasn’t been here for twenty years! Don’t pretend you’re more of a family to Sam and Dean than I am!”

“Hey now!” Dean’s voice snapped you out of your anger for a split second, and turned it to shock—you didn’t know he was so nearby. “That’s enough!” He directed his anger towards you—of course he hadn’t heard Mary’s words.

“But I was just—“ you began, but Dean didn’t let you get far.

“I don’t care what you were doing, I heard enough! Now I think you should go to your room.”

You took a deep breath, desperate to tell your side.

“But you didn’t hear—“

“I heard enough!” Dean was yelling now, and his sudden rise in anger had you taking a surprised step back. “Now go to your room! You’ve done enough damage.”

“B-but De—“

“I said go! And don’t you come out. I’ll come get you when I think you’ve had enough time to think about what kind of consequence your words have. Go!”

It wasn’t often that Dean looked so tall—he was always the “short one” compared to Sam. But now—looming over you like the shadow of a mountain, nothing but anger written on his features—no one had ever looked bigger, and you had never felt smaller. Just when you thought you couldn’t feel more pathetic, you felt tears start to prick behind your eyes. You twisted around and ran for your room before Dean could see them.

You made sure you were well behind your door with the lock in place before you felt safe enough to let the tears fall.

…

Mary was silent as she watched you run. There was a cacophony of thoughts banging around in her head, and it was so distracting that it took a moment for her to hear Dean talking to her.

“Mom? Mom?” Dean was right in front of her when she finally snapped out of it. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what’s been going on with her lately, but she shouldn’t have said that to you. I’ll talk to her.”

But Mary didn’t want that. In fact, she felt sick to her stomach. Ever since she had learned about your existence, she had felt almost in competition with you. Somehow, you being the result of John’s relationship with another woman made Mary feel as though you were somehow responsible for it, or complacent with it. Deep down she knew that that was wrong, but she couldn’t help the feelings. So instead, she had been justifying them, and using those feelings as an excuse for how she was trying to win the boys’ affection over you.

But just now, she had seen you for what you really were—not competition for her sons’ affections, not some sick reminder of John’s love being given to someone else taunting her; no. She had seen a scared little girl being rejected and reprimanded by her big brother and father figure, and it had been Mary’s fault.

“No, Dean…” Mary sighed. “I wish you hadn’t done that. She didn’t deserve it.”

Dean was confused. “But she—“

“I said some things to her that…well, let’s just say I deserved what she said. I mean it Dean, I screwed up, not her.”

Dean looked torn for a moment—after all, the only part he had heard were some awful words on your part—but then the scene replayed in his mind, and he saw you; your hands were shaking, your lip was quivering, and Dean had just kept on yelling.

“Oh man,” Dean sighed. “I need to talk to her.”

…

You didn’t let the tears fall long before you made a decision; you couldn’t stay here. You could deal with Mary not wanting you here, but you couldn’t deal with your brothers choosing her over you. That was the last straw.

You had a bag packed far too quickly, and you found yourself lingering in your room, trying to find an excuse not to go. This was your home—you didn’t want to leave.

Then an image of Dean screaming at you flashed in your mind—

“I said go! And don’t you come out.”

This wouldn’t be a one-time thing—it couldn’t. Dean had picked Mary over you, and it would only get worse. You had to go.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and went straight for the door.

“Hey.” Sam’s voice broke your stride for a moment, but you didn’t stop. “Hey, where are you going?”

“Out for a walk,” you huffed.

“I thought Dean told you to stay in your room,” Sam challenged. You froze for a moment.

“You heard?” You asked, hope sparking in the back of your mind. Maybe Sam would be on your side!

“Not everything,” Sam admitted. “But enough. I think you should stay in your room.”

Disappointment didn’t begin to cover what hit you then—Sam, taking Mary’s side too, without even knowing the whole story!

“And I think you should mind your own business,” you grumbled, going out and slamming the door behind you.

…

There was a cab waiting for you—you’d called one while you were packing—so you were already being carried away from the bunker by the time Sam followed you out the door.

The cab took you as far as the bus station, and from there you got on the first bus that would take you to Sioux Falls—to Jody.

You’d been praying to Cas since you’d left, but he must’ve been busy in heaven or something, because he hadn’t come. So Jody’s it was.

…

“I was wondering if you were going to show up.” Jody’s greeting when you arrived on her doorstep was less than conventional.

“What?” You questioned as she let you into the living room.

“Your brothers have been calling me every ten minutes for the past two hours, hoping you’d find your way over here. They’re worried about you.”

“I don’t know why,” you muttered under your breath, but Jody caught it.

“What do you mean you don’t know? Those boys worry over you like mother hens, they always have.”

“Not lately,” came your dull response. “Lately Mary’s more important.”

“Hey, now that isn’t fair,” Jody argued. “They just got her back from the dead. Just because their attention is a little divided—“

“It’s not that.” You huffed. “She doesn’t want me around. And they’re starting to take her side. They used to treat me like their sister, and now they…” you cleared your throat, blinking fast suddenly. “And now they treat me like…just John’s illegitimate kid. And I know that’s what I am, I just…I never felt it before.”

“Wait, kid…” Jody sighed, her hands coming up to hold onto your shoulders. “Kid, that is not who you are. You are so much more than that, and I’m sure if we talk to Sam and Dean, they’ll—“

“No,” you insisted, starting to panic. “I don’t want to talk to them right now, I just can’t. Please, you can’t tell them I’m here.”

“They’re gonna call again,” Jody said.

“You can’t—“

“Y/N.” You were interrupted by a flutter of wings and the deep voice of your favorite angel. “I heard you, what’s wrong?”

“Cas.” Your panic ebbed as you lurched forwards and wrapped your arms around Castiel. He held you close, quick to ask again—

“What’s wrong, what happened?”

“She ran away,” Jody spoke up. “Problems with Mary.”

“Oh, little one…” Cas sighed. “You—“

“Don’t tell me to go back!” You said as you pulled away from Cas. “You haven’t been here, you don’t know what it’s been like!”

“They’re your brothers,” Cas argued.

“But they don’t want to be. They want their legitimate family, and I’m not gonna get in the way anymore.”

“Hey.” Cas bent down to better look at you. “What makes you say that?”

“They just took her side.” You found it suddenly hard to speak around the lump in your throat. “De just-just took her side without even asking me what happened. He screamed at me, I’ve never-I’ve never seen him so angry before. He wanted me to go away, so-so I went. And Sammy didn’t even know what happened either, but he took her side too!”

“What did happen?” Cas asked gently.

You shook your head, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Cas reached down and hooked his fingers under your chin, tilting your downturned head up to look at him.

“It matters to me.”

Your lip was quivering and your hands were shaking by the time the first tears fell.

��She said that I’m not family. I mean I-I always knew she didn’t want me around, but…” you swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to stifle your tears. “But she’s never been this mean before. She said I’m not family, Cas. And Sam and Dean took her side.”

“They agreed with her?” Cas’s face was scrunched slightly in confusion.

“N-no,” you admitted. “But when I tried to argue with her, Dean yelled at me.”

“You should talk to them,” Cas suggested. “I’m sure that’s not what he meant.”

“I don’t want to talk to them. Cas, please,” you pleaded.

“Alright, alright,” Cas relented. He was going to make you talk it out with your brothers…later. Right now you were too angry, too hurt. You just needed someone you could trust, and Cas would be that for you for as long as you needed before he could fix your relationship with your brothers.

“They’re going to keep calling,” Jody spoke up.

“Don’t answer, please,” you begged.

“Then they’ll just come here,” Jody said.

“I’ll talk to them if you don’t want to,” Cas said. “Please let me talk to them. I know we can fix this.”

You were silent for a moment, letting yourself process before you spoke.

“I don’t want to see them right now.”

“Then you won’t,” Cas promised. “Just let me talk to them.”

“Ok,” you sighed after another long moment. “But…Cas? Can you…will you…please just don’t take their side,” you pleaded. “Maybe it’s not fair to ask, I just…I just need someone on my side.”

“I’m on your side,” Cas assured you. “Always.”

…

“They’re here.” Jody’s announcement had you more nervous than you thought you’d be. The fear that Dean might yell at you again—this time for running away and disobeying him—was suddenly very real.

It was weird to be afraid of your big brother; it was unnatural for you. But you couldn’t get the image of him screaming at you out of your head, neither could you get the feelings it gave you to go away.

“Y/N?” You snapped out of your thoughts to see Cas standing in front of you. “I’m going to go talk to them, alright?”

You glanced out the window, hoping the sight of your big brothers might somehow give you a different—better—memory to focus on. Instead, you saw a third figure exiting the Impala with the boys; Mary.

“They brought Mary.” Your voice came out barely above a whisper, but still Cas heard and turned to look out the window.

“I’m going to talk to them,” he repeated, only this time his tone was devoid of comfort and filled with rage.

…

“You should wait in the car.” Cas directed his order at Mary, who looked taken aback.

“I came to—“

“If you value your immediate safety, do what I said.”

Mary retreated to the Impala without another word.

“What was that?” Dean demanded. He hadn’t heard Cas talk like that in long time—unless it was to a demon.

“Don’t question me,” Castiel barked. “Not after what you did. And especially not after you brought her—“ Castiel gestured towards the impala, where Mary was waiting— “here. Do you know what she said to your little sister?”

“I don’t—“ Dean began, but Castiel interrupted him.

“No, you don’t, because you didn’t ask. You didn’t get her side, you just yelled at her.”

“And I’m trying to fix it,” Dean said.

“Well she doesn’t want to talk to you.” Castiel crossed his arms in front of him, all but blocking the doorway. “You did that, Dean. Your own little sister is too scared to talk to you, because she thinks you’ll yell at her again. She thinks you’ll pick Mary over her—again.”

“Cas, c’mon,” Dean pleaded. “I want to tell her I’m sorry. Just let me talk to her.”

“I already told you—she doesn’t want to.” Cas left no room for argument.

“Look,” Dean sighed. “Just tell her I need to talk to her. Tell her—“

“Tell her I’m sorry.” Both Dean and Cas turned at the sound of Mary’s voice as she stepped out of the Impala. “Please Castiel. Tell her I was wrong, and that I’m sorry.”

Cas stared at Mary long and hard before seemingly coming to a decision.

“Come with me.” Cas led them into Jody’s house, but stopped them firmly in the living room. “Stay right here. I’m going to go talk to her.”

Cas’s departure brought silence into the house for several long seconds.

“Do you mean it?” Dean’s sudden question threw Mary for a moment.

“What?”

“The apology. Do you mean it? Because on the off chance that she actually lets us in there, and you get to say that apology, you’ve gotta mean it, because she’s going to know.”

Mary was silent for a moment.

“I do mean it. Look, things have been…hard for me. I know to you guys, your father had years to mourn me before your little sister happened. But for me—it feels like I just woke up, and suddenly I find out my husband had a child with another woman. It feels so wrong; but I know that it isn’t Y/N’s fault, and I know that I was wrong to blame her for it. And I see how close the two of you boys are to her—and how close she is to you; that’s going to have to be enough for me. So yes, I do mean my apology—I truly was wrong.”

“Ok.” Your voice startled mother and son, who both whirled to face you.

“Ok?” Mary asked tentatively.

“Well, no,” you amended. “It’s not ok. But I do forgive you.”

“Understood,” Mary said, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “And thank you.”

“Things can’t stay the same,” you continued. “I can’t be treated like an outsider in my own family anymore.”

“I understand that too,” Mary promised. “Things will change—I will change them—I promise.”

“Ok then.” You sighed, your eyes flickering over to Dean. The silence went from contemplative to awkward very quickly.

“I’m going to go wait in the car,” Mary said quietly, slipping out the front door to give you and Dean some private time.

“That went well,” Dean said awkwardly.

“Don’t make jokes,” you commanded.

“I’m sorry.”

“You hurt me.” You forced your gaze not to waver as you confronted your big brother. “Not just because you yelled at me; because you picked her side without even listening to me. It was like I didn’t even matter.”

“Y/N—“

“No. It’s my turn now. It’s not just Mary that has to make things better at the bunker. I-I can’t live with being walked over or ignored because you guys choose her. I know she’s your mom, and I would never, ever ask you to choose me over her. But she would, and she has. And you’ve picked her. And that hurts, De.” The tears in your eyes were threatening to fall, but you refused to let that stop you. “It really, really hurts.”

“Sweetheart…” you were in Dean’s arms before you could even think about protesting—not that you wanted to. It felt like it had been forever since his arms had been around you—since you had felt so truly at home. “N/N I’m so, so sorry. I’m not gonna let that happen again, ever. Even if Mary goes back on her promise, and she doesn’t change things, I will. I’m not gonna let anybody walk over you again. You’re important to me—I’m never going to let anyone tell me to choose someone over you, never. I know that doesn’t take back what I did—what I said to you—but…but can you forgive me anyway?”

Your grip tightened on Dean, and he didn’t try to pull away.

“Of course I forgive you.”

“So…” you let Dean pull away from you, but he kept hold of your hands. “So you’ll come home? Sammy’s waiting with some ice cream and another apology for you.”

You giggled, wiping the remaining tears off of your cheeks.

“Yeah. Yeah I’ll come home.”

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demonic0angel · 5 months ago

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Celestial Bodies AU (Part 2/?)

(Part one, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven. Also on AO3)

Robin inhaled softly as Batman strode past his hiding spot. He placed his hands over his mouth and held still within the hiding spot he had found in the spaceship. He could see Superman glance in his direction, but thankfully, he didn't say anything as he floated alongside Batman to go to the command room.

When he heard them leave, Robin quickly followed after them.

When Batman had left him to go to space of all things, Robin knew what he had to do. With the help of Wonder Woman, who had laughed herself silly when he had asked before gleefully complying, he was able to sneak onto the spacecraft without Batman knowing.

It wasn't fair if Bruce got to go to space but he couldn't!

It was space!

Robin followed them quietly and watched as both Batman and Superman stood around the computer monitor that was built into the spacecraft. Green Lantern was already there, staring through the wide window above the monitor at the dark void. Although it was dark, several whirling stars and strange planets all shone brightly and spun in place. The screen itself held several different pictures, and each of them flickered and brightened as sounds came from the screen.

Robin's eyes widened in awe as he strained his ears to listen in.

The sounds were beautiful, like something that he would've heard at a church choir. The singing was ethereal and spooky all in one, echoing with a haunting quality to it like it was underwater.

Like a siren's song.

Robin had to clench his fingers in order to hold himself back from lurching forward, wanting to be even closer.

But who were the people singing?

Green Lantern crossed his arms when he saw the two of them enter.

“Took you two long enough. How did you find this galaxy? I haven’t heard anything about it, even from the Corps.”

Superman answered, “We were testing the new spacecraft for interstellar travel and decided to see if we could go far enough and maybe meet some sentient life forms that could join the Justice League,” he rubbed the back of his head and continued, “Well, we reached this place and then discovered them and made contact. Batman and I asked them if they would help us in the future, and they said they would.”

Green Lantern looked unimpressed. He turned to Batman and asked, “So I guess you were paranoid enough to call me?”

“… yes. And I contacted Zatanna as well.” Robin could tell that Batman was disgruntled by his own powerlessness by the way his voice was tight, like he was gritting his teeth.

He stifled a laugh at the thought of Batman being helpless. He loved Bruce, but oh boy, it was funny seeing him struggle.

Green Lantern shrugged. “I honestly can’t tell you much, because I can’t fly around here like I’d like, even with the ring. Supes, you’ve seen how dangerous this part of space is, right?”

Superman seemed excited to have someone understand. “Yes! The pressure and gravitational pull was very strong. I was only able to escape because I was far away enough and got away in time. The pull definitely seemed to match that of several astronomical objects combining into one. However, it shouldn’t be possible.”

Robin rolled his eyes. When were they going to be interesting?

He sank to the ground and hugged his knees, tilting his head to keep an eye on the three.

Green Lantern nodded. “I agree. It’s definitely way too strong, and usually, any other astronomical object would have collided with one another now, but those are definitely not normal. They’re not bound with logic or science. They even have planets circling around them.”

“We discovered that as well. They spoke with us and we determined that they were sentient,” Batman said. “It is most likely why they haven’t collided yet.”

Robin closed his eyes, leaning against the wall and focusing on the soft singing that continued to play. It lulled him into something like a doze. The song was just so beautiful and soothing, calm, yet strong. It was like a lullaby, one that he was beginning to love.

Green Lantern continued to speak, “It’s the singing, right? The ones singing are the four in the middle?”

“It seems to be all of them in this area, actually.” Batman sighed. “They mentioned two other planets the last time we spoke.”

Green Lantern hummed and turned to the monitor. “I want to try speaking with them. May I?”

Batman nodded and Green Lantern leaned in closer.

He tapped the screen and the sound was enough to rouse Robin. He blinked away the sleepiness and focused in on the room again. Superman glanced in his direction but didn’t say anything.

“Hey! Anyone there?”

The singing continued.

Green Lantern frowned. “Are you sure they spoke to you?”

“Yes,” Bruce growled.

“Try being polite?” Superman suggested.

“… hello? This is Green Lantern speaking. Can someone please respond?”

Robin held his breath as he poked his head into the door, leaning in as close as he could in order to see what would happen next.

The singing slowed to a stop, and so did the flickering on the screen. The sound of static and ocean waves filled the room for a moment.

And then, just like that, the screen spoke with the sound of a thousand voices—

"Hello."

Green Lantern’s eyebrows rose. “Well damn. Nice to meet you.”

"Hello again," Superman interrupted, beaming. "Are you all well? It's good to see you again!"

"We are well, Kal-el."

Superman’s smile went tight but didn’t say anything. Green Lantern glanced at him but was also silent.

Robin was focused on the sound of their voices. It was melodic, kind of like a little choir of voices speaking as one.

Robin's eyes widened again as he thought about it.

Amazing!

Were they speaking to the stars?

The stars continued to speak, “Hal Jordan, son of Martin, what do you seek?”

Green Lantern looked at Batman and Superman, who didn’t look surprised. He frowned heavily.

“Did you all know my identity before?” He addressed Superman and Batman with a glare.

Superman said awkwardly, “No,” while Batman didn’t reply, so it was probably a yes.

He continued to demand, “Do they do this every time?”

“I think so? But Batman hasn’t spoken to them yet,” Superman said, looking at Batman, who still didn’t respond.

Green Lantern grimaced, turning away to look at the stars again before he then answered them.

“… I seek answers.”

“Ask, and you shall receive.” To Robin, they sounded a little tired by his questions. When looking at the adults’ faces though, they didn’t seem to notice.

Robin suddenly felt like he should’ve stepped out.

He was perhaps the only one who could understand these stars.

Green Lantern continued, “Could you tell us your names? Do you know what galaxy this is in?”

“… we have no more names. We are kept far, far away from any living planets except our own.”

“Is there a reason you’re so far away?”

“Yes.”

They waited, but there was no further response. Green Lantern grimaced again, glowering at Batman for putting him in this situation with a clearly very socially awkward galaxy.

“Can you tell us why?”

“No.”

Green Lantern asked, “Are you a danger to us?”

“No.”

“How can we be sure?”

“We’d swallow you if we were.”

Green Lantern eyed the stars with a deep frown. Robin tried to look at them as best as he could, observing the pulsing and glowing stars. The planets that circled them were quite fast, and Robin watched it all with an ever growing sense of awe.

In particular, he focused on the four in the middle, 2 white colored star-like things and a black hole, as well as a wide and glowing orb. The black hole looked intimidating, but it was so cool that Robin couldn’t help but lean past the door.

Green Lantern continued, “I am a Green Lantern. Do you know what that is?”

“We know of everything.”

Green Lantern turned around and muttered, “Jesus Christ.” He looked out the glass windows at the four revolving stars and black holes and then down at the monitor. “How come nobody knows about you?”

“Clockwork hid us….” Their voices were soft, reminiscent.

“Who?”

They didn’t answer, their silence sounding hesitant and worried. Robin hated that they seemed so fearful, as if they were protecting their mysterious Clockwork from them.

“Why?” Green Lantern pushed. Even Batman and Superman were growing agitated at the lack of any actual answers.

“… For our safety.”

Green Lantern nodded and said, “Thank you for answering our questions. That’s all for now.”

Then he pulled away, as the singing immediately picked up again, a little more rushed than before. He looked at Batman and Superman and asked, “Do we have any idea what a “Clockwork” is? Or who it is?”

“I’ve never heard of someone named that,” Batman shook his head.

Superman raised a finger, asking to speak as he said, “I have noticed that this galaxy is in the direction of the Horologium constellation. Horologium means “clock”. Maybe there’s a link between the two?”

“Makes sense. Now what? Do we even need to do anything? They’re seriously uncooperative and I think they’re being vague on purpose.”

Superman frowned. "Green Lantern," he began sternly, but the Green Lantern then put his hands up.

"Okay, first of all, I am way out of my depth here. Intergalactic threats are one thing, children that were forced to become stars is a whole separate matter."

“You already read the report, why are you complaining?” Batman grumbled.

However, Robin ignored the squabble that then ensued as his eyes widened. Children?

Were they in trouble?

Robin needed to help! As Batman’s partner and equal, he was better equipped to help than these three!

These three clearly weren’t suited for this!

Green Lantern scowled. “We have no way of knowing if they’re being truthful or not. My suggestion is that we continue to observe them in the meantime and if they want to “help” us, we take it with a grain of salt.”

Batman nodded. “Exactly my thinking.”

Superman looked a little anxious. “Aren’t we going to help them too? They said that they were human once…”

“Why bother? They don’t even act like it’s an inconvenience.”

Robin grit his teeth.

He knew it! These adults were useless! These stars were kids like him, so they needed to be helped by a kid too. If Robin was able to help, they would surely be better off than with these losers!

Robin loved Superman and Batman (he never really met Green Lantern before, but he disliked him now), but clearly, he was the man for the job.

Superman seemed to be on the same wavelength as him and said, “Let’s ask them! Maybe if we insist, they can give us more information as to why they were changed.”

"Superman, while I appreciate how you hold hope for helping everyone, I really don't think you can help... these." Green Lantern gestured to the window, where the four glowing beings were still spinning in place.

Robin felt heat flare up in his chest at his dismissive tone. How dare he brush off these stars!

Of course, if Robin had been older and not as hot-tempered and determined to hate Green Lantern, he would've seen that he seemed tired. All three of the adult heroes were confused by these beings and could not understand them, not like how Robin could. To them, it was a group of sentient, possibly highly dangerous stars that rivaled their own Sun, that could consume them all in great flames and heat.

They were paranoid, confused, and jaded, and that didn’t make a good combination when faced with beings that they could not understand, beings that they could not help and could kill them without moving.

But Robin didn't know that, so he was still fuming as Green Lantern continued speaking.

"There's no guarantee that Zatanna can help them. And we've only just started the Justice League a few months ago. We don't have many routes to help and we don't know if we can trust them. Or if they're being truthful."

Superman frowned.

"But..." he looked to Batman for help.

Batman was silent, avoiding his gaze.

Robin held back a sigh. Batman seemed allergic to emotions again. If Robin was there, he probably could've backed up Superman.

Adults were so annoying.

Green Lantern huffed. “I’ll ask them, okay? Stop looking at me like that, it feels weird that I’m falling for a grown man’s puppy eyes.”

Superman muttered to himself sullenly, “I wasn’t giving puppy eyes.”

Green Lantern addressed the little galaxy again, their song filling the room before he said, “Excuse me? I have one more question.”

The crackling singing stopped suddenly, and Robin got the feeling that they were annoyed and apprehensive.

“Speak.”

Green Lantern cleared his throat and asked, “Do you need any help? With anything? It’s only right that we help you if you’re helping us.”

More silence. Now it seemed kind of hesitant again.

“Is there anything at all? Anyone we can call?”

One voice in particular suddenly spoke up over the silence.

“… Robin.”

There was silence as Batman stood there, dumbfounded. "Who?"

Robin’s eyes widened. Were the stars talking about him?

Superman flinched.

Batman turned to him with wide eyes and then he whirled towards the door, where Robin had been accidentally leaning too far past the doorway to avoid being seen. He darted back in but it was still too late.

"Robin!" Batman barked. "How did you get on the ship?!"

Robin, realizing how futile it was to hide, poked his head back out. "You left me at home! And then went to space without me!"

Batman groaned. Then he whirled around to glare at Superman. "You knew about this!" He accused, jabbing a finger in his direction.

Superman laughed awkwardly. "Hahahah... uhh... I couldn't sense him?"

Batman put a hand on his cowl and groaned again, in lieu of taking a hand and rubbing it over his face, while Green Lantern gaped.

“Spooky, you’ve had a sidekick this whole time?! Do I even know you?!”

Robin rolled his eyes. He stood up and dusted himself off before walking closer. “I’m not a sidekick! I’m Batman’s partner!”

Batman huffed, but nodded. “Robin is not my sidekick.”

“This is bizarre as f— fudge,” Green Lantern finished lamely, and then pursed his lips together, looking at Robin with narrowed eyes. Robin returned the look. “How’d you even sneak in?”

“I’m not telling you,” Robin said, sticking out his tongue.

“Robin.” Batman glared at him.

Robin rolled his eyes again and crossed his arms. “Wonder Woman helped me.”

Batman rubbed at his eyes. "She and I will be having words after this."

Robin huffed. "Don't be mad at her! I asked her to help me!"

Batman muttered something that had Superman eying him warily.

Robin strode forward and pulled on Batman's cape. "Well, I'm still here. And I say that we help them."

"Kid, you don't understand the situation. They're dangerous. And we don't know anything about them," Green Lantern said, like he was a baby.

"Yes, we do! They're kids and I can help!"

Green Lantern scoffed. "You're what— eight?"

He was actually twelve, but for that, Robin was going to cut this guy’s shins.

Robin took out a wingding, ready to slash this asshole's ankles when he felt Batman lift him up by the armpits and hold him up in the air, forcing him to be still. Of course, he could’ve just left Batman’s hold and probably cut his ankles too, but he decided to be gracious and let Batman hold him.

He did, of course, kick Batman backwards in the chest for daring to put him in air jail, but his armor was too strong so it didn’t do anything.

Robin pouted and glared at Green Lantern with laser-like eyes before he made a slashing motion across his neck with the wingding.

Green Lantern stared at him with horror before he shouted, "Spooky, he just threatened me! Is this normal?! What demon child do you have??"

Superman, who was behind Robin, said, "What? Robin wouldn’t do that! He’s an angel!"

Robin smiled evilly. "Yeah. I'm an angel."

Green Lantern blanched.

Batman huffed a laugh. "You're demon spawn, alright. Stop swinging your birdarang. I gave those to you to fight crime, not other heroes."

"It's a wingding, B!”

He was put down after another moment of having his legs swinging midair, and because he was an absolute angel, he didn't move to cut Green Lantern's kneecaps.

It was apparently visible on his face what he wanted to do because Green Lantern shuddered and moved backwards to hide behind Superman.

Robin sniffed dismissively and then turned to Batman. "Batman, we should help them! They called for me— they need me!”

Batman grew serious again and shook his head. "You don’t know that. They could be dangerous. Robin, you shouldn’t have come here.”

Robin scowled furiously. “Don’t tell me what to do!”

Batman groaned, raising his head to stare at the stars as if they would somehow give him strength.

Robin snorted coldly and ignored Superman’s worried gaze before he strode forward and peered through the window. He shooed Batman away with a hand as he tried to approach him.

“Shoo! I’ll handle this.”

“Robin—“

“You owe me,” Robin said stubbornly. He glared at Batman, who looked even more uncomfortable. “You left me behind. Alone. You owe me! I’m your partner! I shouldn’t have to stay behind just because you told me to!”

Batman grimaced and then awkwardly, he started to say, “Chum—“

Robin interrupted him again. “Stay to the side. I’m Robin, and I’m your equal. They asked for me.” Placatingly, he added, “I’m only going to talk to them.”

Green Lantern was muttering something to Batman in a hushed whisper, but Robin didn’t pay attention to him. He just stared at Batman with furrowed eyebrows and a pout. The two of them stared at each other before Batman nodded slowly. He looked like he was constipated.

“Fine.” His voice sounded particularly tight, as if he was gritting his teeth. “You can only talk to them. And we’re staying here.”

“Fine,” he huffed.

Robin turned back towards the window. Each celestial object spun in place, lighting up with flares and bright bursts of light. The one black hole was still, while the other three spun around and around, as if to encourage him. The planets that circled them continued to do so slowly, waiting.

The singing had not started again.

“Hello. I’m Robin, and I’m here to help you.”

The radio crackled, and then there was a soft, “Hello, Robin.” The call of his name was gentle, a combination of different, reverbed voices with a strange sense of affection and care.

Robin smiled cheerfully. He liked them even more for calling his mother’s nickname for him so gently. “What do you need?”

"You can help us."

“How so? If it’s possible, I’ll do what I can!”

The one voice who spoke up earlier than spoke over the other stars once more.

“Only you can help me, Robin.”

It was said with so much quiet reverence and pleasant softness, that all of them froze. The celestial objects that been moving on their own suddenly stilled again, all in unison with the one black hole.

Robin tilted his head, but a feeling of pride swelled in his chest and he asked, “What do I need to do?”

“Robin!” Batman hissed warningly, but didn’t do anything yet.

“Oh shit,” Green Lantern said, a little too loud.

That one voice continued to speak, as the others quieted, “I’ll be yours. If you can also be mine.”

Robin blinked curiously. “What does that mean?”

“Robin! No!” Batman shouted, but the stars started to whisper loudly, a noisy buzz as they spoke amongst the sound of crackling audio and water. Outside the window, the other stars and planets continued to remain still while the black hole starting to move, humming and thrumming. It flared and glowed with its bright rings pulsing around it.

“You will be my human. And I’ll grow up with you.”

Robin thought of the fact that this star was also a kid, just like him.

The humming grew louder as Batman bristled like a bothered cat.

“So what’s in it for me?” Robin ignored him and grinned, rocking on his heels.

“Robin! Do not!”

It didn’t sound too bad, and something told him that this star of his wouldn’t hurt him. It was like an instinctive understanding, one where Robin knew that this being wouldn’t betray him.

“I’ll protect you. I’ll be your star.”

Robin beamed. With Batman hurriedly striding over to him to pull him backwards, Robin nodded and said sweetly as he put his hand on the glass, “Deal!”

The black hole that hummed outside of the window lit up with a flash and a light flew towards their ship, darting towards Robin like a concentrated sun beam.

Batman gasped, horrified, “Robin!” as he lunged forward to shield him, but the light got to him first, striking him through his outstretched hand and then into his heart. Robin gasped and Batman surged forward, holding onto him tightly.

“Robin! Chum, are you alright?!”

Warmth spread through his body and settled in his bones, safe and hot, like drinking hot chocolate on a cold winter night after a good day of patrol. Robin instinctively pulled off his glove and went, “Wow!” as pale lines appeared on his skin, a four pointed star that split into two between his ring and middle finger on his left hand.

Red, black, and blue bled into his skin until a star appeared when he put his fingers together, a swirl of beautiful colors.

Batman grabbed him and pulled him away from the window.

“Robin! Are you okay? Talk to me!”

“I’m fine, B! Look! Isn’t it cool?” Robin asked excitedly.

“No,” Batman said snappishly. “It is not cool. Are you hurt? Do you feel anything wrong?”

“Nope! Just peachy!” Robin said, wiggling his fingers and watching the colored lines flex. “I’m all good!”

He paused and looked at his mentor, his guardian, his foster father, his Batman. He patted him on the shoulder as Batman knelt before him.

“I’m okay, B, promise.”

The whispering of the stars continued, something sweet and hopeful in their voices as they chattered unintelligibly. The black hole continued to buzz and then all of them were moving in unison again, spinning in peaceful circles as if nothing just happened. The singing also continued, now sounding much happier.

Green Lantern and Superman were staring out the window in horror while Robin continued to look at his new tattoo.

He liked it a lot. It was so beautiful that his heart ached.

Batman stared at him for a long moment. Then he abruptly stood up.

“We’re leaving. Right now,” Batman said. He picked up Robin who startled and then began to whine.

“Nooooo, I said I’m okay! I’m seriously okay! It’s rude to leave without saying goodbye, B!”

Despite how Robin complained, his star only got to murmur a small, “Goodbye, my Robin,” through the radio before Batman swiftly took him out of the command room and into a smaller shuttle.

Robin scowled and kicked Batman in the arm, knowing that even if he escaped, he wouldn’t have anywhere to go in order to escape his overprotective partner. Both Green Lantern and Superman followed, the latter nervously inspecting his hand with his newly formed tattoo.

Robin crossed his arms to not let Superman gawk at his hand any longer before he demanded, “So I can come back here, right?”

“No.”

“Then how am I going to speak to my star?!”

This time, it was Green Lantern and Superman who said loudly, “No!”

Robin cried out furiously, “You all suck!”

Of course, a few weeks later, Robin still snuck in. The space ship that they were on was still located there, now permanently stationed near that little galaxy as Batman overzealously studied the celestial objects that somehow touched him with a magic that no one could recognize.

Thankfully, Robin’s star was still there, just as it normally was.

As Robin crept closer to the window, he pressed his face against the glass and smiled at the sight of his star, a dark and glowing black hole that was now greedily consuming the purple and pink nebulae around it.

“Hello, my star,” he whispered, and his star flared briefly, lighting up with red and gold hues.

Robin beamed.

Yes, it was a good thing that he snuck on that ship that day.

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Yes, Robin is a demon child. Why? No reason, I just think it's funny. Dan and Dick suit each other 🤣

It’s like a ship but also not a ship? Like I don’t think I’ll give the Phantoms human forms (it’s so much more fun if they’re just stars, but maybe in the far, far, far future they can be humans) but at the same time, this is like…. A qpp. In a weird way. Dan is like 14 tho, and now that Dick has agreed to be his “host” (he’s around 12 now), they’ll grow up together. Please tell me if I should make it a ship or not.

Y’know, I almost wanted to not post another celestial object AU at all bc someone was really rude to me about my last post on this idea. DO NOT reblog my posts with passive aggressive and rude remarks about what is canon and what is not. If you look at my page, you’ll see that I focus on Danny Phantom and DPxDC. NOT DCU!! And even then!! I focus only on the Batfamily!!

You are free to correct me (someone did that some time ago and I appreciate it, they were truly and genuinely trying to be helpful and I feel bad bc they deleted their comments.), but do not tell me what is right or wrong with DCU canon 😒 I don’t consume any DCU media other than some cartoon shows and a few comics.

Sorry for the little rant, it infuriated me when I saw that reply. I’m happy with any comments I get, I just despise it when people give me their unsolicited opinions

Anyways, hope you liked this update! I think I might make this a series?

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dark danny #dan phantom #dan fenton #dick grayson #celestial object au #danielle fenton #dani fenton #dani phantom #danielle phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #dp au #dp crossover

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All that's left to burn (part 2)

Agatha, Rio, and you adjust your rules after the motel incident and you get your fortune read by a certain divination witch

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: mentions of murder

A/N: bit of a shorter one but starting to slowly plant the seeds for some plot down the road (spoiler alert: the plan is for the next chapter to have a threesome for everyone just here for the smut lol) it's also such a funny transition to go from the filthy smut I've been writing to mystery and murder

There’s a heavy silence that hangs over the three of you as you all pack up the few things you have and walk to the car, making a pointed effort not to look at the dead man still lying in a pool of blood by the vending machine.

The awkwardness continues as Agatha pulls out of the parking lot and speeds onto the interstate, desperate to get as far away as possible before someone notices. You fidget with your fingers in the backseat, picking at skin, biting your nails, cracking your knuckles — you can’t sit still. Are they ever going to talk to you again? Are they mad? Disappointed? Afraid?

You’ve just started drumming your fingertips against the windowsill, making a dull noise, when Agatha finally snaps her head back. You freeze instantly. “What happened?” she asks, an unreadable look in her eyes.

Anger starts to bubble inside you — What happened? Like her and her wife didn’t come in and turn your entire life upside down and make you this way — before you tamp it down. Agatha and Rio have every right to be frustrated with you, you could’ve put all three of you in jeopardy. The last thing anyone needs right now is more murder.

“He knew,” you croak, your throat suddenly dry and seizing up at the memory of him trying to grab at you. You shudder. “He recognized me from the news and said that he was either going to turn me in or keep me for himself. He tried to — and I stabbed him. I had to. I’m sorry.”

Agatha and Rio share a look and you wish you knew what they were thinking. Did you just fuck everything up?

Is there something wrong with you?

You swallow hard. “Look, I know we said that we weren’t going to do it anymore but you guys don’t miss it at all? The exhilaration, the…the power. Don’t pretend like you didn’t nurture this spark in me. Isn’t this what you wanted?” It comes out a little more accusatory than you had planned, but you can’t take any more of this. You can’t pretend like everything that happened in Westview, or Salem for that matter, didn’t happen.

“Doll,” Rio starts, craning her neck back to look at you, but she sighs. “We’re sorry about the man, and we understand. But you need to be honest with us, about how you’re feeling and about what you do. Why don’t you tell us what you want?”

It almost makes you smirk at Rio trying to be your therapist again. You do have to admit, she got the job done the first time, if the job was to make you remember that you killed someone at the age of ten years old and to set you on an unconscious killing spree across town. You still don’t have all the answers for that, but you’ll cross that bridge another time.

“I don’t know what I want, everything just feels so boring now,” you say, stomping your foot on the car floor for emphasis. “I know why we can’t kill people and yeah, it makes sense, but I just don’t understand how it’s so easy for you to walk away after everything. It’s like I’m a completely different person now because of you and you just want me to throw that away after you both fucking liked it so much.”

They’re quiet for a moment while they chew on that. Your cheek twitches and you feel the sting of tears in your eyes while you furiously blink them back.

Agatha finally looks back at you and offers you a tight smile. “You’re right, honey. And we don’t want you to throw it away, we like this version of you—”

“—very much—” Rio interjects and Agatha smirks. The memories of having the hottest sex you’ve ever had flash into your mind and your cheeks heat up, and you can tell they’re thinking of the same thing. You hate to think it was because of the murders, but you think the feeling that the three of you get from it at least contributed.

“—and we don’t expect you to just be able to get rid of it. But,” Agatha warns, “we’re going to need to be more careful.”

You nod before the gravity of what she’s saying really sinks in. “Wait, we?”

Rio snorts. “Doll, you are so absolutely fascinating. There’s something about the way your brain works that is just captivating, and also so hot. You, being like this? That's hot to us.”

“We know exactly how you feel,” Agatha reassures, and for two serial killers who gaslighted and manipulated and used you, they really are sweet sometimes. “But if we’re going to kill people, which, it seems like you’re not able to stop —” your head ducks, slightly embarrassed, “—we’re going to help. And we’re going to do it carefully and we’re going to think it through so that we don’t get caught.”

A low heat thrums under your skin at the thought of the three of you killing together. If the sex was that good after they killed someone without you, and after you killed someone alone, you can only imagine what it will be like when you get to be in the room.

Fuck.

You know they get turned on by it, too. And now you’re completely overwhelmed by the thought of seeing that spark in them as they watch the life drain out of someone’s eyes.

It’s not the death specifically, you know, that gets to you. It’s not the blood or the violence or the act of killing.

It’s the feeling of being alive. The feeling of having that much control and that much power over someone. You know it’s incredibly fucked up and twisted and dark — and sure, there’s definitely something wrong with you. You’d talk to your therapist, but if anything right now, Rio is actively trying to push you to be more of a killer.

Their acceptance also warms your body, because they see you, all of you, and they aren’t scared. They see the darkness, and they’re embracing it with open arms.

All you know is that you need them so bad, you need them more than life itself. That five weeks when you didn’t have them, when you thought they had abandoned you, was the worst period of your life. You couldn’t imagine doing that again.

“Okay,” you say, your voice thick with emotion.

They both glance back at you and nod. “Okay,” Agatha says. “We never do two in the same state.”

You’d like to mention with the rate you’re traveling at, you’re rarely in the same state for more than one day, but you agree.

“We plan it,” Rio says, and that one feels a little targeted. “We talk it through. Nothing impulsive — that’s how mistakes get made. We need to make sure we have cleaning supplies: bleach, hydrogen peroxide. We cannot leave a trace. We need to be smart about it.”

It takes you a moment to think of one. “We do it, and then leave town right after. No sticking around for anything.”

“Not even sex?” Agatha asks, a teasing lilt to her tone, and she turns back to wink at you. There’s a rush of arousal in your stomach and you smirk back at her.

“I thought that was implied,” you answer and with the look on her face, you know you said the right thing.

Rio digs around in the cooler bag before grabbing a drink and taking a sip. She passes it to Agatha and then back to you. “How do you feel now?” she asks.

You take a moment to assess. The itching feeling has been gone since you came over Agatha’s face just an hour ago — or was it from murdering that man? You no longer feel restless either. “I’m good,” you say, and it feels right.

The next few hours pass quickly and you’re almost out of Mississippi when you really have to pee.

“Agatha, do you think we could stop soon?” You shift from side to side and try not to think too hard about it. You’ve heard that thinking about sex can get rid of the urge, so you try but the pressure on your bladder is too great.

She glances at you through the rearview mirror to see the pained expression on your face. You know she’d like to keep driving, but Rio’s stomach grumbles loudly and Agatha pulls off the interstate at the next exit.

You’re almost to the border of Arkansas, and there is almost nothing in sight except for what looks like a practically empty, run-down mall. It’s strange that that’s the first thing you find, even before a gas station, but Agatha pulls into the parking lot anyway.

The three of you get out of the car, but before you can hurry inside, Rio stops you with a hand on your arm. You stop and look at her, squinting your eyes from the sun. With only traveling at night and staying inside the whole the past few days, you’ve forgotten what the warmth and light has felt like.

“Doll,” she says, sounding a little nervous. Agatha comes to stand next to her so they’re both facing you. You can’t help but worry about whatever this is, but then Rio reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small, silver ring. Your breath catches in your throat.

It matches the ones they’re wearing.

“When did you—” You’re completely overwhelmed now and all you can do is reach out your left hand.

Rio smiles and slides it onto your ring finger. It might be a tad bit too small, but the gesture is everything to you. “When I was getting the stuff for the oil change. I saw it and thought that it would look great on you.”

You hold it up, admiring the way the sun glints off it. It’s nothing special, a cheap ring from the grocery store, but it means that you belong to them. And they belong to you.

The kisses that they give you after are so sweet it almost makes you melt, and you feel your heart swell. Even though this is not what you imagined your life looking like at this point, you couldn’t imagine wanting it to be different. There was a dormant part of your brain that is finally awake now — and it’s all because of them.

You walk, hand-in-hand with them on either side of you, into the mall, where there are maybe four people in the entire food court, not counting the workers at the restaurants.

“How about a pizza, superstar?” Agatha suggests. “Nothing says ‘symbolic wedding’ quite like cheese and pepperoni.” Rio snorts.

“That sounds perfect. I’ll be right back,” you say before darting to the restroom.

When you come out of the bathroom, wiping your still-damp hands on your jeans and trying to get used to the feeling of the ring, a woman catches your eye.

She’s standing a yellow sign up on the outside of a shop, whistling to herself, wearing flowy blue pants, a white top with a plunging neckline, and a long, colorful coat with embroidered patterns. Her curly gray hair is in a loose bun atop her head and you can see her lips stained a dark red. The vague sense of familiarity creeps up the back of your neck — have you seen her before?

You look closer at the sign and read Madame Calderu’s Psychic Readings in cursive blue lettering and your nose wrinkles before scoffing. Leaving it to an almost-deserted mall to resort to ripping off gullible people in a last ditch attempt to stay relevant.

The woman hears your sound though, and looks up. “I’ve been expecting you,” she says in a mystical voice and it almost makes you laugh.

“Do you say that to everyone who walks by?” you mock but she beckons you forward with a hand while shaking her head. You know you should turn around and go find Agatha and Rio, who are surely waiting for you in the food court by now, but something draws you in. You take a step closer and peer through the windows of her shop to find it absolutely cluttered with gemstones and crystal balls and lines of beads and dream catchers hanging from the ceiling. There’s posters and electric neon signs on the walls and one table in the middle with two chairs.

She sees you looking and she smiles. “Why don’t you come in? I’ll give you a reading for free. It seems like you have a lot on your mind.”

You open your mouth to protest, but she raises an eyebrow at you, and you give in. “Okay,” you mutter. It’s a bunch of hocus-pocus, but at least humoring the old lady is a nice thing to do.

Seemingly satisfied, and thankfully not making a comment about how she knew you’d say that, she opens the door and holds it for you before guiding you to the table.

Sitting down across from her, she gives you another glance before reaching over and grabbing a small box. She opens it and pulls out a deck of tarot cards. “Have you ever done this before?” she asks conversationally.

“Uh, no,” you answer quickly before realizing that it may have come off as rude. “Sorry, I just don’t really believe in it, Madame — um.” You forgot her name.

“You can call me Lilia,” she tells you in a silvery smooth voice, eyes flicking up to yours as she taps the cards on the table three times. “And it’s okay that you don’t believe. But the cards know all.”

You peer at her. “Do I know you?” You can’t shake the feeling that you’ve seen her before and the question slips out before you remember you’re supposed to be dead, so having someone recognize you wouldn’t really be the best. Your heart skips a beat and you watch with bated breath as she studies you.

If she says yes, if she places you from somewhere, it could all be over. Fuck, Agatha and Rio are going to kill you.

The tension becomes almost unbearable before she finally shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. Must be déjà vu or something,” she says and through your sigh of relief, you still find it in you to roll your eyes. She hands you the deck of cards. “Shuffle.”

She watches you closely as you randomize them and then hand them back to her. There’s a pit starting to grow in your stomach — nerves maybe? You shouldn’t be nervous about something that’s not even real.

Lilia waves a hand over the table, bringing your attention to the five lighter spaces on the wood. “We’re going to do a five card spread. You’ll ask a question and then the cards will reveal an answer through the past, present and future.”

What should you ask? Different possibilities swirl around your head — is there something wrong with you? Are you a bad person? Will Agatha and Rio get tired of you and leave? Did you do the right thing leaving with them?

It takes a moment for you to notice that Lilia is staring at you expectantly. “Oh, do I have to say it out loud?” She nods like it should’ve been obvious. Fuck, you have to ask a question that isn’t going to make her suspicious. “Um, okay. Did I…did I choose the right path?”

If she thinks it’s vague, or just a plain bad question, she doesn’t let on and pulls the first card. She sets it down in the middle and the first thing you notice is that it’s upside down. There’s a yellow background behind a black horse with red reins, and a knight atop the stead. In the man’s hand is a five-pointed star inside of a circle.

“First, we look at your present. The Knight of Pentacles reversed,” Lilia announces. “You feel stuck in a routine and you’re bored with how your life is. You need to change it, maybe add something to it.”

You swallow roughly and try to tell yourself that it’s just a coincidence. Maybe you were bored, but that was before Agatha and Rio changed the rules. You’re good now.

Lilia takes the next card of the deck and puts it on the space to your left. It’s a tall tower on top of a cliff, lightning striking the top and a crown being thrust off. Fire is erupting from the crack and the windows and two people are falling from it. This can’t be good.

“Now, we look at your past. The Tower. There has been a significant disruption in your life. There has been destruction,” she says and she taps the flames that are raining down. The image of your burning house flashes behind your eyes.

No. Tarot is a trick. There’s so many ways to interpret it, any person could relate to any of the cards. It doesn't mean anything.

The pit in your stomach grows.

Lilia flips over the next card and puts it to the right of the Knight of Pentacles. She frowns once she gets a look at it.

At first, you think it’s reversed because the person is upside down, you’re able to read the letters at the bottom normally. There’s a wooden T with leaves on the ends, and the person is hanging upside down in red pants, left leg crossed behind his straightened right one, and a blue long-sleeve tunic. There’s a yellow circle with spokes, almost like a sun, behind the head. There’s an eerie resemblance to a crucifix.

“The Hanged Man,” Lilia says in a hushed whisper. You gulp, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Why have you gotten the worst ones? “It suggests the ultimate surrender — a sacrifice.”

It’s not real. It’s not real.

You try to speak but it comes out as a croak and you have to clear your throat. “Who is going to be sacrificed?”

“That’s not how tarot works, darling,” she tuts and you have to bite back a retort. She puts the next one in the bottom slot, under the Knight. “Now we look at the cause for your question.”

It’s another horse, but a white one this time, with a green blanket around the body. A person in a red cloak sits on top with a wreath around the head, holding a long staff adorned with another wreath. In the background, there are people holding up five more sticks with laurels on them as well.

“The Six of Wands. You have had success, self-confidence, and most of all, recognition,” Lilia says. This one puzzles you a little more.

Is your success catching ‘The Witch’ and ‘Lady Death’? Is the recognition the fact that you’re on national television for allegedly being killed by them?

But then she flips the last card over and sets it down on the slot on top. “There are many different paths you could have taken, and can still take. But this one will show the potential.”

It’s a man, lying face down on what looks like a shoreline, dark clouds above, and swords impaled in his back. A cold sweat breaks out across your body.

“In your future,” she says. “The Ten of Swords. Betrayal.”

You shove your chair back from the table and it scrapes against the floor with a sound that would make you wince if you could hear over the blood pumping in your ears. Lilia tries to call after you, but you’re stumbling to the front door and you almost run right into a tall boy wearing a blue jacket. You mutter an apology and don’t even look back before you rush to find Agatha and Rio in the food court, sitting and picking at pieces of pizza while they chatter.

“There you are,” Agatha says when you drop into the seat in-between them. She passes you a plate, but you’re not hungry anymore.

Rio’s eyes narrow. “You okay? Didn’t kill anyone else while you were in the bathroom, did you?” Agatha chuckles at her wife’s joke and reaches over to take your left hand and trace over the ring that’s just a little too tight on your finger now.

“I love the way this looks on you,” the older woman murmurs. “You’re all ours.”

You smile and nod, but you can’t get the cards out of your head. Betrayal. Sacrifice.

Are they going to betray you? Are you the sacrifice?

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fanby-fckry · 10 months ago

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You know what, I’m just gonna say it. I think that Alastor being aroace is part of the reason he’s so shippable to me.

Before you come at me, check the flag in my pfp; I’m aroace-spec.

Maybe it’s me projecting, maybe it’s because I love exploring relationships through an aroace lens, but goddamn. I ship him more than any other character and every time I do, his aroaceness is a major component in the ship.

Examples below the cut because it’s gonna get long:

📻🍎 || RadioApple:

There are so many versions of this dynamic and I am here for all of them.

We have the pre-canon kinky QPR that I show in UH3. I could talk about that all day, but to summarize:

Aroace x genuinely respectful allo is a dynamic that heals my soul.

Lucifer is less tied down by human constructs like amatonormativity, having never been human himself.

The Devil values consent.

Kinky cannibalism, kinky cannibalism, kinky cannibalism, kinky ca- *I am removed from the stage with a comically large hook*

Then we have the Evil and fucked up QPR dynamic:

And of course, trying to get along for Charlie’s sake and eventually bonding over their shared love of dad jokes and musical theatre, both being violinists (yup, Alastor plays violin too, check the wiki) with niche hobbies/interests (ducks, furby organ) and accidentally winding up in a loving, healthy QPR.

📻🕸️ || RadioDust:

There’s something about an aroace and a sex worker who very rarely falls in love.

Angel would know that Alastor isn’t with him for sex, would know that he values Angel beyond his body.

With greyro Alastor, Angel and Alastor would both be inexperienced with romance, but in wildly different ways. Angel has never had a healthy romantic relationship and therefor tries not to fall in love. Greyro Alastor has probably experienced romantic attraction like less than three times in his 100+ years of existence.

And if Alastor never gains romantic attraction for Angel, that’s a whole other level to the dynamic.

It’s got some great angst potential with Angel wondering if he’s not good enough to love romantically or Alastor feeling guilty or confused as to Why It Hasn’t Happened Yet when he cares for Angel so deeply, and eventually it gets resolved with the two of them accepting that their attractions don’t have to match up for them to love/appreciate/care for each other and they smash the amatonormative relationship hierarchy as queer platonic partners.

Or, Angel’s just totally cool with it from the start because he’s spent decades in the kink scene and has potentially been exposed to more relationship anarchy than Alastor.

Kink and queerness have a great deal of historical and cultural overlap, and that includes aroace queerness. Because Angel’s had way more canon exposure to both, it’s possible he knows more about Alastor’s orientation than Alastor does, and I love the idea of Angel introducing him to terms or just being super chill about not labeling things.

📻♥️ || RadioHusk:

Drawing like 90% from pilot dynamic and headcanon on this. They’re just two old men. They get drunk and cuddle. Alastor is one of the few people who knows Husk can purr and takes advantage of this fact. Alastor considers Husk a friend in a fucked up, possessive way. Husk considers Alastor a pain in the ass, but does care about him on some level.

It’s Fucked Up and Evil QPR: Remix Edition.

And the versions where the author puts them through fanfic couple’s therapy and actually gets them into a healthy point in their relationship? One where Alastor no longer owns Husk’s Soul? *chef’s kiss*

📻🌹 || RadioRose:

For me, personally, this is an exclusively nonsexual, non-romantic ship. They’re besties; they’re QPPs. They’re married for the tax benefits and so that they cannot be forced to testify against each other in court.

Rosie knew Alastor was aroace before he did and rather than sit down and explain it to him, she decided to make ace puns.

📻🖤 || RadioSiren: [edit, context here] RadioFemme

Ok, so this is entirely based on non-canon-compliant Lilith. Or, I guess, non-series-compliant Lilith. More of the old WOG stuff from the pilot era, with a healthy dose of headcanon for flavor.

I love the idea of Lilith and Lucifer having an open marriage; I love the UH3 style polycule dynamic.

Lilith being the original seductress and Alastor being aesthetically but not sexually or romantically attracted to her is very near and dear to my heart.

I’m an aroace with a voice kink who is aesthetically attracted to Lilith and I think Alastor is an aroace with a voice kink who would be aesthetically attracted to Lilith, ok?

📻📺 || RadioStatic:

I’m gonna be real with you, 90% of my interest in RadioStatic is in the one-sided version where Vox is a pathetic little incel simp and Alastor is either oblivious, mildly annoyed, or finds the whole thing hilarious.

Whenever there’s any reciprocation on Alastor’s part, I always imagine it being in a very aroace, very Alastor-esque way. He needs to be get something out of it completely unrelated to sex/romance. And he needs to be manipulative and sadistic in the process.

Whether that something is kink-related, a business transaction, or simply the quality entertainment provided by Vox being a cringefail TV-headed little bitch, I love to see it.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #radioapple #radiodust #radiohusk #radiorose #radiofemme #radiostatic #onewaybroadcast #fanby’s fuckery #osha violation #suggestive

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honeytama · 7 months ago

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Across the Fence

Neighbor!Matt Dierkes x Fem!Reader

A/N: I might pass out because of this. Need Matt’s drummer arms to save me. Ty to @areuirish for the pics! Extra tags: @abiomens @exitwoundsx

Summary: Matt and you have been house neighbors for two years and have never got along. Recently, the wooden fence that you two share is damaged in a storm. This dilemma finally makes you both face your hatred head on.

Content and Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Matt’s POV included, smut 18+, arguing/yelling/name calling, hate!sex (they’re in love idc), light degradation, throat fucking, choking/asphyxiation, raw p in v

Word Count: 3k

The day you met Matt was the day you moved into your new house. It was two years ago.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have anyone to help you that day; it was just you, your two dogs, and your packed, rented U-Haul. That Saturday morning also presented a storm, one that didn’t show up in the forecast, and you were soaked, frustrated, and just pissed off. It was supposed to be an exciting milestone and it wasn’t going as planned.

What upset you also, was that your two pit bulls, Daisy and Coco, had to stay in your new bedroom all day while you moved in.

At one point, you saw your neighbor just watching your demise through his front window. His arms were crossed over his chest and he gave you furrowed brows. You resented his nasty, judgmental glare.

You remember carrying one of your nightstands. Even that was heavy, and you couldn’t keep it from continuously bumping into your shins as you walked from the back of the truck to your front door.

He left the window and stepped out onto his front porch.

“You know if you carry it more like this—,” Matt started.

You stopped in your tracks and interrupted him, loudly, “Did I ask for your opinion?”

“I’m just trying to help!” He yelled at you through the sound of rain falling.

“If you want to help, come out into the rain or shut your mouth, you asshole!” You snarl. You remember your cheeks burned afterward.

You didn’t mean to call him names or scream, it was just the nature of that day and all of the obstacles you faced. A part of you wanted to apologize, but you watched as he threw his hand up to dismiss you, went inside, and slammed the door.

—

PRESENT DAY

Matt and you had a mutual hatred.

You two had not got into an argument like that since the day you met, but he’s found many other ways to get under your skin since then.

He plays loud music in his backyard while he grills or gardens. His friends take up parking space in front of your house without him asking.

The way he talks makes you so angry. He can be cocky and arrogant.

He hates that your dogs bark at squirrels that run along the top of the fence in the mornings. He hates that you like to stay up late and watch movies, so he complains that your TV light comes into his bedroom through your windows. Ugh.

This is why you two will never get along amongst a long list of other examples.

His tour dates are times you constantly look forward to and you would not be surprised if he became a tour manager just to be in a different city than you.

Last night, there was a storm just like the one you moved in with. It was loud and your pups were anxious, but it passed and this morning you relaxed with them on the couch.

“What the fuck?” You hear a male voice groan from your backyard.

You hop up and quickly go to your back window.

Matt’s there with his head in his hands standing next to a section of your shared fencing lying flat on the grass.

You leave out the back door and meet him.

“Our fence is so fucked,” he kicks the wood and reels back, “Ah, shit!”

“Are you okay?” You ask, truthfully.

“Don’t act like you care,” he grunts.

“Fine, then kick it again. That will fix it,” you taunt.

“Whatever. Just, help me move it out of the way,” he requests under his breath.

You two begin to lift both sides of the section to lean it against the standing fence.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he groans.

“If you try to tell me what to do again, then you can do it yourself,” you spat.

Matt rolls his eyes. “Why do you have to be so annoying?”

“I’m annoying?” You reel. “Look in a mirror, Matt.”

You two manage to move the section safely. You begin to walk away from him to head inside.

“You’re always coming to my door to complain about shit,” he says from behind you.

“Don’t forget that you do, too,” you turn halfway to face him. “It makes me wonder if you just want an excuse to see my pretty face,” you raise your brows teasingly.

He looks at you in disgust. “Not in a million years would I think you’re pretty, Y/N,” he retorts.

“Mhm,” you hum before turning away to return to your couch.

—

The same day, it’s dinner time and Daisy and Coco need to use the restroom and take some time to play outside. You think that as long as you keep an eye on them, then they won’t go on to Matt’s side of the backyard.

Trusting them as they’re always well-behaved, you look away for five minutes to gather things from your pantry and refrigerator to begin preparing your meal.

You’re evening is so serene until you hear the voice of your neighbor, again.

“Y/N!” Matt angrily calls to you from your backyard.

Ugh. You toss everything in your hands onto the counter and rush outside.

“What?” You raise your voice before noticing him standing on his side of the fence, his fists holding your dogs’ collars. “Matt, what happened?”

“Your dogs got into my garden and ruined my plants! Why aren’t you watching them?”

“I was watching them, you dick.” You walk over to take your girls’ collars into your hands before ushering them back into your side of the yard. “I looked away for five minutes!”

“You’re not watching them well enough, then!” He argues.

With your hands on your hips, “How do you even know they ruined your garden, huh? Did you forget the storm that took down our fence?”

“I saw them—,” he starts.

“Yeah, yeah. If you’re going to be so anal about my dogs coming into your yard while our fence gets fixed, then I better not see your dogs in mine,” you begin to lead your dogs back into the house.

“Fine!” He yells behind you.

“Fine,” you say under your breath.

—

MATT’S POV

Boo and Zeus are in Y/N’s yard. Fuck.

The sun has fully set, maybe two hours after Y/N and I had our argument over her dogs finding their way into my backyard.

I was sneakily making my way off of my patio onto her side of the yard to go search for them while thinking about how I talked to her earlier this evening.

I didn’t actually see Daisy or Coco near my garden. I think I just wanted an excuse to be angry over it being destroyed by the storm. Her dogs can be loud, but those girls are precious and I admit that Y/N is a great dog parent.

Also, I think I just wanted to see Y/N’s face again. That pretty, fucking beautiful face. I have to admit to myself that I tease her and complain to her so that I can get her reaction. I hate that I love hearing her voice.

“Boo! Zeus, back in the house!” I whisper to them once I find them. I follow them back to my patio, let them inside, and close the door behind them.

From behind me, Y/N’s living room lamp light softly illuminates her yard. My feet take me back there, involuntarily.

Looking into her home, she walks through her kitchen and living room in her underwear and bralette, shamelessly.

God, she looked good. Also, I should not be doing this.

When I finally look up from boring my eyes into the curve of her ass, our eyes meet.

I’m fucked.

“Matt, what are you doing?” Her voice is muffled but she walks over to her patio door in strides. “Come inside, now.”

—

READER’S POV

Matt kicks off his shoes once he’s inside. You want everything to scream his head off for violating your privacy, but all you can do is glare at him in silence.

“What are you staring at?” He questions you.

“Excuse me? Matt. I’m not the one peeping through your window, while you try to have a relaxing night,” you jab.

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to get my dogs back into the house and then I saw you—,” he explains and trails off with his eyes glued to your chest.

“I knew you had a crush on me,” you tease.

“What?” He raises his voice. “No!”

“So, you wouldn’t like it if I kissed you right now?” You step forward into his space.

“Not at all,” he chokes out.

“Or, touched you here,” you reach under his shirt and your fingertips graze his lower stomach, just above his waistband.

Matt’s breath catches, “No, because—.”

“Because why?” You whisper against his cheek.

“I hate you,” he says assertively before crashing his lips into yours.

“Mmm,” you let out a surprised moan into his mouth.

Your hand finds its way to the back of Matt’s neck, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him in closer.

He responds with a hunger that surprises you both, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

Matt’s tongue fights yours for dominance and his teeth nibble your lip every so often. You yelp when his hand slaps your ass with a stinging pain. “Take me to your bedroom,” he says gruffly when you finally break apart.

“Matt,” you whine his name as pain turns to lust. You grab his hand and lead him into your bedroom where he pushes you against the closed door once you’re inside.

His lips attach to your neck and he marks you with bites and sucks on your delicate skin. You moan into his ear as he brings his hands to fondle your chest. Matt pulls the front of your bralette down to expose them to the chilled air. His fingertips roll and tug at your nipples, leaving them sensitive to the touch. You gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing into your upper thigh.

“Get on your knees, Y/N,” he commands.

You follow his order and you drop to your knees on the plush carpet. Without hesitation, you tug his joggers down his thighs and he pulls his shirt off to expose his chest. His hat falls to the floor in the process and it’s the first time you see his full head of light brown tresses.

Matt strokes himself and you look up at him in awe. His brows are furrowed again and small moans escape his lips when his thumb passes over a sweet spot under his cockhead. Your favorite part; he’s big. You’re eager to test if you can wrap your fingers fully around him.

“Open,” he tells you. You replace his hand with yours and wrap it around his shaft. Quickly looking, your fingers are a centimeter away from your thumb. Fuck. Your mouth opens up happily; you languidly stroke him while giving teasing licks to his tip. “If you make me cum, then maybe I’ll consider liking you after tonight,” Matt taunts.

You roll your eyes. “Mhm,” you moan as you wrap your lips around his tip.

You take him into your mouth as much as you can and use your hand to stroke his base. You watch his eyes as you bob on dick; his lips are slightly open and let out soft whines when you run your tongue over the spot you noticed earlier.

“God, you look so much better with your lips around my cock,” he hisses.

“Hm?” You make eye contact with him and smirk.

“I didn’t say you were pretty,” he corrects you. His dominant hand makes its way to the back of your head. “Can I?”

You nod and let your hand fall to the back of his thigh to brace yourself. You couldn’t deny an angry, sexy man from fucking your throat.

You groan on his cock once he begins thrusting his hips. Both of his large hands grasp the back of your head and he smiles down at the tears forming in your eyes.

“Never would I think your hard ass would let me make you drool like this,” he grunts with each thrust.

You clench your thighs hard at his words trying to feel some sense of relief. You envied any other woman that got to hear him talk to them like this. If your panties were off, then you wouldn’t be surprised if your juices dripped onto your carpet.

Matt slows when he feels your fingernails dig into the skin of his thigh, “Get on the bed, on your back.”

You stand, take a deep breath, and wipe your mouth as you enter your bed. “What? You’re not going to fuck me from behind? I thought you didn’t like looking at my face,” you taunt him while lying on your back.

Matt shucks his joggers off his feet and crawls to you on all fours until his face is above yours. His right hand comes to grip your chin, “I want to see what it looks like when a girl like you cums so many times she can’t run her mouth anymore.”

Oh.

He kisses your forehead quickly before he pulls your panties down your legs. You sit up a bit for him to tug your bralette off.

Matt raises your legs until they’re spread and fully expose your wet cunt. He nestles between his hips between yours and pushes the length of his cock through the slit of your lips. His cockhead grazes over your clit and you whine.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he groans. “You like to be degraded, huh? Who knew I’ve been turning you on these past two years by being an asshole?”

“I’ve touched myself to the thought of you,” you admit, reaching down to rub over your clit with your fingertips.

His hands squeeze your ankles. “I don’t believe you.”

“You can admit that you have, too,” you moan as he watches you circle your clit. “I’ve seen the tent I make in your pants when I groan your name, or call you a dick.”

“I hate you so fucking much,” he presses himself to the hilt into your pussy with one thrust.

“Ah, Matt, fuck you— you’re so big,” you gasp and furrow your brow.

He smirks and you know his ego has been stroked. Matt’s hands maintain the grip on your ankles to spread you open to use you. He begins to thrust into you at a quick pace and murmurs ‘I hate you’ when his tip taps the back of your cunt.

Tears form in the corners of your eyes from how full you feel. You've never been with a man that has made you feel like this before. You do your best to do anything to show him how good you feel, but at some point, you have no choice but to look up at him with an “o” on your lips and your eyes glossed over.

“Ok, now I’ll admit it,” he slows his thrusts for a second so you can hear him without the sound of your pussy squelching ruining his compliment. “You’re cute. Pretty, even.”

Your eyes roll back at his words and you moan even though your mouth is dry.

“What? Can’t talk back? I’ve always wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t speak,” he teases. In retaliation, you bring your hand to the back of his head, gather his hair, and pull it. “Shit,” he moans.

Matt reaches to place his hand on your chest above your breasts. You smile up at him with a glint in your eye hoping he wants to do what you think he does. You let go of his hair which captures his attention and you nod enthusiastically before looking at his hand.

With your luck, he understands and pushes his hand into the base of your neck and grips the sides. “What a good girl you are letting me choke you out,” Matt grunts.

His weight presses you into the mattress as he fucks your cunt mercilessly. His words and the feeling of the ridge under his tip caressing your sweet spot make your head feel light. You grasp Matt’s fingers around your neck to let him know to ease off.

He lets go and returns both his hands to your ankles, pushing your thighs further into your chest. It’s the first time you can see downwards; you watch the full length of his messy cock enter and exit you with the slapping sound of his hips on your ass. This just about tips you over the edge.

“Matt, make me cum, please,” you whine and look up to match his gaze.

He bites his lip and nods. “Touch yourself,” he demands breathlessly.

Your fingers return to your clit and you pass over it at a quick pace, eager to give him your first orgasm. You gasp as you feel your insides become more wet, like a pipe bursting.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moan and shut your eyes.

All he says is “Eyes.” and you shoot them open to maintain his eye contact. Matt furrows his eyebrows in concentration as he brings you to completion. The rush flows over your body and causes you to shake. All you can do is whine his name. It was more intense than any of the times you masturbated to the sound of his voice in your head.

You relax your head on the mattress and attempt to bring your heart rate down. “Thank you, Matt,” you breathe out. “I never thought I would say that to you.”

Matt strokes his still-hard dick while watching the quick rise and fall of your chest. “Y/N, we’re not done,” he reminds you. “You’re going to cum as many times as you can on my cock, my fingers, my tongue… until you can’t take it anymore.”

#matt content #matt dierkes x reader #matt dierkes smut #matt dierkes

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narrynukezankielover · 7 months ago

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This scene in Meta Fiction is amazing. They’re not even in the same city and yet they are having a moment. I find it funny though that Cas is talking to both Dean and Sam about the sign he found that’s attracting angels and then when Dean answers his question about the honour bar they start to have a private conversation and they both look soooo happy. Cas asks Dean how he is. Cas doesn’t know about Dean having the mark of Cain on his arm yet and he never once asked Sam how he is so he just wanted to talk to Dean alone. Sam is still sitting right there next to Dean and you can tell he’s thinking do you two realize I’m still here. Sam then talks to get the conversation back to the sign and you can see Dean is a bit annoyed.

I have no idea if this is the real Gabriel or not but at this point Cas thinks it is. Gabriel called Cas Deans boy toy and Cas just smiled and then rolled his eyes then when Cas asked about what Gabriel has seen he said you mean after it was raining winged men hallelujah? The song It’s Raining Men is a gay song so it sounds like Gabriel (if it’s really him) or Metatron (since in the episode he wrote this scene) is calling Cas gay. Thing is it’s hard to tell if Cas knows about the song or not. Knowing Cas he probably doesn’t so he probably didn’t pick up on that. Obviously all the angels know about Cas and Dean so it’s not a big thing for an angel to call Cas Deans boy toy or gay but usually he gets a bit shy when someone says something this time he didn’t which leads me to think maybe he talked to the real Gabriel about Dean. They are brothers and by the sounds of it Cas seems pretty comfortable around him. There were some funny scenes with them like Cas not paying attention in the store and Gabriel having to turn his head for him which I’ve read was unscripted because Misha wasn’t paying attention so Rich (I believe I got his name right) just moved his head for him. It would be nice to have him in more scenes with Cas and Dean because I have a feeling he’d be like Sam knowing about them and letting them have their moments but he’d probably come out and say I’m still in the room.

This is cute. Dean is worried to death about Cas since he hasn’t called or texted him and he put the GPS on Cas phone. I’m assuming after what happened when Cas was human and all the angels were trying to kill him and by the time Dean and Sam got to him he got killed that Dean decided that wasn’t going to happen again so he put the GPS on Cas phone so he could get to him before other angels could. It’s funny though that Sam is wondering what happened to Cas but he’s not worried and when Dean tells him to go find Cas Sam is like I don’t want to go.

Cas knew there was something different about Dean but he didn’t know what until Dean touched him. I’d like to know if Cas felt like a burning or something from the mark of Cain or if he just somehow knew because he just grabbed Deans arm and pulled up his sleeve.

I love this part in ep 22 because it shows how much Cas has changed. Finding out that angels are killing other angels because they think Cas told them to makes him feel sick. It just shows how different he is from other angels because the other angels probably wouldn’t care.

The next two scenes are a great example of Sam knows. Cas says that he would never make an angel die to kill another angel and he is hurt that Dean thinks that he would and that Dean brought up the time Cas thought he was god. Sam has to get Cas and Dean into another room away from the angels and tells Dean basically that that’s in the past and then when Cas and Sam are in the car together Sam has to calm Cas down telling him that it’s the mark making Dean act that way.

This scene proves that it’s the mark that made Dean say that stuff because here Dean tells the reaper that what she said about Cas doesn’t sound like the Cas he knows. Which means he knows Cas has done some bad stuff in the past (they all have) but he also knows that Cas has changed.

Don’t loose it over one man. She could mean the army but she could also mean falling in love. Dean doesn’t look scared at all. He knows Cas wouldn’t hurt him. Cas couldn’t kill Dean when he was being mind controlled and being told to kill Dean there’s no way in hell he’d be able to kill Dean when he’s himself. Cas doesn’t even think about it he grabs the sword and says he can’t.

This scene is interesting because they both already admitted to themselves that they love the other but here it’s like they know that the other loves them but they are choosing to ignore it because they are scared. Dean went from yelling at Sam, telling him that they aren’t a team that its a dictatorship and that he is in charge to literally two seconds later talking nice and sweet to Cas telling him that the three of them will fight Metatron and being worried about Cas stolen grace. Cas has very good hearing being an angel so he had to of heard Dean and Sams conversation and heard how different Dean talked to him as opposed to how he talked to Sam. Cas asked Dean if he really thought he told the angels to kill other angels and Dean said you just gave up an army for one man no I don’t think you did that. Clearly they know what’s going on. Lastly when Gadreel came in the room Dean almost ran to get between Cas and Gadreel. Cas is a strong angel even with stolen grace and yet Dean still wants to protect him. I have no idea how strong Gadreel is but I’m sure he’s stronger than a human.

#castiel #cockles #dean x castiel #destiel #deancas

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zaungrrrl · 11 days ago

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Modern slash college au fic where Caitlyn smokes Vi outttttttttt. Walk with me here I have a long informal drabble in my mind like I could probably sit down and write smth for real if I wanted to… Sorry for every error known to man in this i didn’t say it was anything serious!!!! Established relationship already but they’re still kinda new i’ll save the slow burn for another night. cw for recreational drug use (obviously)

like Caitlyn lovesssss to get high at the end of the day because it relaxes her and she sleeps better and like one night Vi is staying over after they spent too long working on their respective assignments and Vi is like. kind of restless cannot sleep and Caitlyn just isn’t that tired at that point like she’s on her phone scrolling on reels… eventually after Vi heavy sighs Caitlyn is like “Vi what’s up” and she’s kinda simple with it “I can’t sleep… too wound up from studying all day” and this is when Caitlyn has a brilliant idea

*heavy sigh* do you want to try something *pulls out a rolled joint from her bedside table*

vi: “do i want a cigarette right now?”

cait: “no it’s a joint… like weed? marijuana?”

imagine the fanciest pre-roll of weed u can imagine and triple that idea. caitlyn is rich as hell you knowwww she’s only buying top shelf stuff

vi rolls her eyes, but with no malice at all “i know what weed is. i’ve just never seen it look so fancy. just looks like a cigarette there.”

“that’s kinda intentional… not that i’ve ever gotten caught with weed but at least on first glance it’s not like… a bag of flower. plus i can’t really roll myself”

Vi laughs a little at that, trying to envision a really botched joint made by caitlyn… She knows caitlyn partook in smoking weed at parties, she preferred it to alcohol (no hangover 😄) but Vi maybe assumed it was more of a social smoking thing.

“You could always ask me… I mean I roll my own cigarettes sometimes it can’t be much different from tobacco. And jinx says buying stuff pre rolled is more expensive too.”

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that. Do you not smoke?”

“meh…” Vi scratches her head “just never really got into it i guess. made me sluggish every time i tried it, i don’t really like that feeling. Jinx is into it though.”

“oh…” Caitlyn never wants to pressure anyone, especially Vi, into doing anything. “we don’t have to smoke if you don’t want to then. it just helps me relax when i feel wound up… i guess”

“no, i’ll smoke with you. you said it helps you relax right?”

caitlyn nodded

“i feel like i could only smoke with you and actually enjoy it. just don’t let me get too high, okay?”

they move outside to caitlyn’s balcony and just sit on the ground. vi allows caitlyn to lead the way on this, acting as an observer who has been graciously let in on this private, almost meditative ritual.

caitlyn plays some music on her phone quietly and flicks on the lighter a few times, and takes a looooong drag and exhales as if she’s finally able to relax a bit

she extends the joint to vi and restates that she doesn’t have to smoke anything if she doesn’t want to. vi is like… give me the damn joint

vi is a bit more apprehensive with it, but she takes a drag and only coughs a small amount but cait freaks out

“are u okay??! do you need anything i have water or we can just stop like it’s fine we ca-“

“i’m okay!!!!! just kind of different from tobacco”

caitlyn then takes another drag and sits with the joint in her hand for a second. she is a bit nervous to suggest this, her body language closing up a little and she’s fidgeting with the hem of her sleep shirt

“there’s… an easier way… if you want less of that burning sensation in the back of ur throat…”

😏 shotgunning 😏

vi: “sure, ill try it”

cait: *long sigh* “okay, open your mouth”

vi gets kinda flirty with it LMFAO she’s like “anything for you, cupcake” (she doesn’t really know what’s going on)

cait: be serious!!!!!! open!!!!!

vi hums in response, parting her lips

cait: comes in close… Probably holding vis face… takes a looooooong drag even longer than the one before, hovers her mouth over vis and lets out a gentle exhale

vi is kind of shocked at the action, but she catches on that if caitlyn is exhaling the smoke it’s her time to inhale it… and like caitlyn had suggested, it was much smoother

cait pulls back after a second, but their foreheads are still touching. she’s feeling it a bit now. much more relaxed, a bit carefree, as if the weight of the world has been lifted off her shoulders.

“any better?” she asked

vi was actually stunned like didn’t know what to say but eventually she smiles and is like “much better.” she waits a beat, “might need you to do that again”

caitlyn laughs gently, repeating the action again

vi is also now feeling it, but she’s a bit more silly with it.

they sit in silence not feeling the need to fill the space with words, they’re fine just being in each others space

vi: “if you wanted to kiss me you could have just done it ykno” and smirks

cait is immediately stammering kind “wait no i was actually trying to help but like yeah i always wanna kiss you but like did it help like it was smoother right????? I read about it somewh-“

vi cuts her off and kisses her 😏 gently though… it’s very sweet

she smiles into it, and cait is a little caught of guard but quickly embraces it…

i can keep going muahahaha :3c

#everything i hc is self indulgent #caitvi #caitvi hcs #vi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #arcane hcs #caitvi fic #The act of smoking with someone is so deeply intimate to me… One of my fave kinds of interactions #Thus why I’m literally always writing about it

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prythianpages · 24 days ago

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Azriel x Valeria (Rhysand's Sister OC) | "Some nights are still, I close my eyes and picture me and you."

(An edit based off this series & inspired by Orlando, Kilu's You're Everything bc the lyrics just screamed Val & Az to me. I've always pictured Anya Chalotra as Val in my head. Also, read below for spoilers on the series. Warning that these spoilers will not make sense if you haven’t read the series and that this series is not completed & currently on hold.)

a/n: Idk if anyone remembers this series or cares but I think about Val from time to time & it breaks my heart that I didn't get to finish her story. I didn't even get to the part that inspired this series. Stupid writer's block. Anyway, this is what I had planned for part two & thought why not share it. Warning this is a draft/summary of a plot so things are not finalized and may be confusing.

Val emerges from the blood rite as an Oristian. She almost made it to the top but when she saw Damien (Lord Devlon's son, the one who hurt her in the past and the one who Azriel threatened) being attacked on the mountain, she chooses to save him. It's kind of a moment of pity but also one of spite because he'll have to live with the fact that he survived the blood rite thanks to her (because all Damien attributed to her was just “another pretty face”)

Of course, this is ground breaking because she is the first female to achieve such a title (and maybe not so realistic in terms of canon stuff but ya know what, that's the beauty of fanfic lol.) But for her, this moment proved that she was worthy of fighting for her court.

This doesn't settle well in the Night Court. I imagine that Prythian is not so accepting of having such a powerful female and in this series, Rhys's dad is an asshole to her. So he throws a ball for her to celebrate her achievement but it's really her engagement party in disguise. He's marrying her to the Night Court's general, who is cruel and set on "taming her." Because now she is engaged, her father forces traditional expectations on her to keep her from “stepping out of line” with her power and also to quiet down rumors that she may be the heir the Cauldron chooses (and not Rhys.)

Az, Rhys, and Cas are pissed. With the upcoming war, they make their own plans to kill off the general so Val doesn't have to marry him. Meanwhile, Val & Az are still sneaking off. During this time, Val begins to understand her powers more and more, which is astral projection. Her powers were always connected to the moon and I really liked the idea of her being able to leave her body and wander off into some kind of spiritual realm and enter other people's dreams. (I was also going to mess more with portals/astral projection here but I wanted to read CC & TOG first for more context on portals.) However, at this point, she doesn’t realize she’s trying to astral project. Az does find her right when she’s on the verge of succeeding in her first astral projection and he freaks out because her body is unresponsive. He essentially calls her back to her body & they’re both confused as to what the hell happened. Az chooses not to question it, too distracted in his relief that Val is okay and was just in a “deep slumber.”

Val and Az do eventually get caught by Rhysand that goes a little like this. The mating bond has already snapped for them (any guesses when lol) but they were pretty much in denial for their own reasons. Az didn't think he was deserving of Val as his mate. Val was scared that Az only felt something for her solely because of the bond and not because he actually loved her. They do address the bond and their feelings.

Nothing changes much in terms of their relationship. They still keep it a secret, only difference is that now Rhys knows. Things are tense between Rhys & Val. I was planning on mixing canon here with the war and Valkyries dying, which leaves Val devastated. Val's fiance also dies and it's revealed that this had been the High Lord's plan all along. He wanted to get rid of his general but in a sneaky way to avoid conflict in his court so he arranged Val to marry him, knowing one of the bat boys would take care of it. (I was planning on writing a scenario where all 3 of them had their plans to kill him off like poison, targeted attack, etc and it's not clear as to which was the plan that actually killed him. Funny part here is that this is something they kept from each other but Az ends up finding out and has a small laugh at that.)

Val's dad suspects something going on between Az & Val. He sends Az on a triggering mission and then gives Az a warning to stay away from Val or else. Az realizes Rhys had been right all this time. That the High Lord would use their feelings for one another against each other so Az decides to distance himself. He ultimately breaks Val's heart for the sake of keeping her safe and things go downhill from here between them.

The war is still going on. Rhysand gets kidnapped by Amarantha (I already forgot who it was he had gone to save? I think it was Jurian? only to get captured.) When Val hears this, she goes to rescue him and reluctantly works together with Az. The war ends shortly after but Val is still giving Az the cold shoulder.

I had a headcanon that somewhere in this timeline, Rhys and Val go to the Bone Carver. Rhys sees either Feyre or Amarantha & Val sees Tamlin (I made this choice based off this theory that the Bone Carver shows you someone related to your death/near-death.)

Anyway, Prythian is trying to move on to a period of peace after the war. Tamlin & Rhysand become closer to one another. Val's mom notices the distance between Az & Val so she takes it upon herself to do something about it. She insists on Val taking her to see her friend one day and they end up at Rose Hall to visit Azriel's mom. Az just so happens to be there too. Things are tense & awkward. Az and his mom end up having a talk once Val and her mom leave: “Why do you deny yourself happiness, my son?” “It’s complicated.” “tell me…is she worth fighting for?” “Yes.” he answers without hesitation. “Then fight for her.” His mother says, encouraging him not to give up. Something along that.

Amarantha is still lingering around Prythian and I wanted to write about her pursuit/interest in Tamlin. This pisses Rhys off and Val steps in to help, which then makes Azriel jealous. After pining and groveling from Az, him and Val reconcile.

Another headcanon I had was that Val's mom always knew Val & Az were endgame. So just as she had made dresses for Rhys's mate, she made many for Val. She even made mating ceremony outfits for Val & Az.

Val & Az make a plan to basically elope/accept their mating bond. They set a date & make private arrangements with a priestess.

Meanwhile, as Rhys and Tam grow closer (and also Val but on her end, it is all platonic), Tam's dad does not like it. I was still going to follow canon, where he plans to target/kill Rhys. But the sons of spring find Val & her mom instead so they attack them. They kill Val's mom first. This is where I had planned for Tamlin to save Val from dying (was still debating on two possible scenarios so I'll just leave it at this.)

I had also planned for him to use his shape shifting abilities (as far as canon goes, he is only able to shift others into animals but I've always been curious how Feyre was able to shift into Ianthe so I feel like this is part of his power that he keeps secret) to shift Val's appearance to keep her safe from his brothers. He also helps her hide somewhere for the time being.

Angst comes in because this all happens right before the private mating ceremony Val & Az had planned. They are all devasted when they find Rhys's mom's head in the river. All they find of Valeria is one of her belonging's so they go Spring Court for revenge. Tamlin's family gets killed. Rhys is too enraged to hear reason, his dad goes on to kill Tamlin's mom. Az is also there but his priority is to find Val because he thinks they have her held captive. He doesn't find her in time but he can still feel the mating bond. He goes crazy trying to search for her.

Weeks past and no sightings or news of Val. Until one night, he no longer feels the bond at all and completely breaks down.

Meanwhile, Val is going through a period of grief from losing her mother & starts to blame herself for it. She doesn't want to face Rhys because she feels like she failed him in keeping their mother safe. Tamlin allows her to stay with him for as long as she needs (he’s also grieving loss of his family.) Val is still disguised as a different fae. So she starts to explore her astral projection powers more, wanting to find answers. This is where she learns she can travel through a spiritual realm. She reunites with Noctis & her mother, who warn her not to stay in this realm for too long as time passes differently there.

Val also learns that through this spiritual realm, she can travel & visit others. So she visits the Night Court & finds Azriel. She touches him, hoping he can feel her but he doesn't. She then finds herself slipping into his dreams just to see him again.

Azriel begins to dreams of her a lot. He finds himself sleeping more just to see her again. One night, he wakes up to find the piano playing itself–a love ballad. One that Val wrote for Azriel. He thinks this is the way of the house of wind comforting him but his shadows pick up on a presence. (In reality, it's Val trying to communicate with him through the “spiritual” realm.)

So in summary, Val's powers were portal/astral projecting and she's able to slip into other's dreams or visit them (kind of like ghosts? I guess. How you may feel a presence but sometimes, you don't necessarily see them.) That is where part two ends because I had planned for a part three...Though part three wasn't as extensively planned as part two, it was going to focus on Val finding her way back to herself (bc her soul does get lost from astral projecting too much) and realizing so much time had passed.

She's still in Spring but I was torn between having her come back prior to ACOTAR events or somewhere during. Tamlin had vowed to keep Val safe because he blames himself for what happened. If this were to happen prior to ACOTAR, I planned to include Lucien, more Amarantha and her meeting Feyre.

If this were to happen during ACOTAR events, I pictured Tamlin keeping Val safe in a locked room (using magic to keep her body preserved, I dunno, I didn't think this far lol.) Lucien & Feyre grow curious about the room but it's Feyre who sneaks her way in and sees an unconscious body. Tamlin lies and tells her it's his sister or some relative. Feyre lets this slip to Lucien who calls Tamlin out because he knows Tamlin never had a sister or living relative that he’s close to. When Val does “wake up” from her astral projecting, tensions rise between her and Tamlin when she asks for him to release her of his magic and let her look like her again. All she wants to do is go back home. But Tamlin tells her it’s not safe.

Either way, I planned for Val to meet Az again but he doesn't recognize her because she doesn't look like Val. Though, he feels something deeper between them & from his pov, he freaks out because he recognizes a pull. He fears what this means for him because he thinks this is the Cauldron's way of telling him Val is dead. (So insert more angst here because Val & Az went from friends to lovers to “enemies” to now “strangers.”)

Eventually, Tamlin does release Val from his magic. She looks like her again and wastes no time in going back home where she reunites with Rhys, Cas, Mor & Az.

She decides to winnow to the Sidra, knowing someone would sense her "intrusion" to Velaris. And within seconds, a winged figure lands behind her. Azriel. He pales like he’s seen a ghost and falls to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes. He thinks he’s hallucinating. “Val?” He breathes.

“I’m sorry I missed our mating ceremony.” She replied with tears in her eyes. “I got held up.”

and Val & Az have their happy ending <3

Sorry this was a lot. I do hope I can eventually finish writing Val's story. I don't know how to explain it but even though I wrote this, I'm having trouble reconnecting with this series. If this doesn't make any sense, I'm sorry and I'm open to any questions. Just thought I'd share the plans I had for this rather than keeping it to my google doc.

#azriel x oc #azriel shadowsinger #rhysand's sister #azriel x rhysand’s sister #rhysand's sister x azriel #acosm #azriel x valeria #rhysand’s sister oc #it’s 2am rn but I just had to share my plans for this 😭#this series haunts me #if this doesn’t make any sense hope you at least enjoyed the edit 😅🫶🏽

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 2 months ago

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Meeting and Dating Chozen Toguchi

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous? I might have just wanted to write it myself.)

(The meeting portion is really long but I hope you still enjoy!!)

- When you were little, Chozen Toguchi asked your father for your hand in marriage, enamored with you and your willingness to play with him during recess; going through a stereotypical and innocent preschool crush. Your families laughed it off and with time, it faded into a distant memory; one you looked back on only when your parents reminded you of it.

- Obviously, you’d grown up since then and your short lived friendship was just that; short lived. Chozen began focusing on his training and you began making new friends, forgetting about him and the time you spent together on the playground entirely; more important things on your mind than the boy you barely knew anymore.

- But Chozen never really forgot: he’d always held a torch for you; even as he sacrificed his free time to Karate and formed a circle of friends who idolized him rather than genuinely enjoyed his company. And by the time he had time, you’d justifiably moved on and left him in the dust, already out with a different set of friends.

- Unfortunately for you, Chozen isn’t very good at handling his feelings; especially when they’re negative: and you can’t get much more negative than jealousy.

- It all started when you were younger: Chozen was always a bully; always obsessed with honor and being the best, and you’d always found it fascinating how a person so wealthy; someone who seemingly had the entire world in his hands, could still manage to be so unhappy. You would have pitied him if he wasn’t so obnoxious: accosting you on the street on your way to school, mocking you for this and that, pulling at you like a stereotypical thug while his friends laughed behind you/at your sides.

- It wasn’t hard to hate him; most kids in your town did, but Sato owned everything and Chozen fought too well for anyone to do anything; so it carried on for years....

- You knew how Chozen felt about you from the start; maybe not the extent of his feelings but you definitely knew that he was attracted to you, which is why his behavior confuses you. You’d heard about the whole “boys bully the girls that they like” stereotype but you never thought that it was actually true: that someone could be so emotionally constipated that being rude was their only way of handling foreign feelings.

- He first asked you out when you were thirteen and you’d turned him down within seconds: though a small part of you; against your better judgement, felt a small pang of guilt as his face slowly fell; realizing then that his nonchalant invitation wasn’t a joke and that your rejection actually meant something to him.

- That guilt dissipated the moment he pushed your friend and told him to shut up as he laughed at his expense; hissing out a few cruel words before he stormed off with a scowl. You figured that you’d officially created a grudge between the two of you, but not much ever seemed to change: he was just as annoying as before, if only occasionally more hostile.

- It’s almost impressive how long his feelings for you seemingly last. You’ve gone from middle school to high school and he’s still following you around just as incessantly as before: grabbing onto you, harassing you, proposing you go out with him as if he expects you to drop everything, gasp, and say “of course!”; which you obviously never do. Why would you when he treats you and the rest of your village so badly? You’re poor and pretty and because of it, he thinks he can win and own you like a prize. Well you’re determined not to let that happen!

- Let’s talk about his “attempts to seduce you”, shall we?

- He has a tendency to grab your things while you walk: looking through the magazines or books you were holding as you tell him to give them back and try to snatch them from his hands. Alternatively, he’ll walk alongside you and offer you some of the candy he’s eating, holding it above your head once you hesitantly reach for some, telling you that you can have it for a kiss; and subsequently laughing as you scoff and tell him to keep it.

- When you go dancing, he’ll find you out on the floor and grab you by the arms, teasing and pulling you in for a dance as you struggle in his grasp; the sounds of his friends jeering and the ironically cheerful music filling your ears. When you finally wrench yourself away from him, he’ll laugh at your anger and turn to his friends with a grin; his level of hostility depending on how recently or harshly you’ve rejected him.

- Oftentimes, he’ll pick fights with your male friends: purposefully doing things to make them want to fight him or pushing them around when they try to get involved. He typically relishes in your anger; if he cant have your love then your hate will do just fine, but he can’t bring himself to enjoy it when you’re clutching their arm and holding them back, turning back to glare at him as he calls them a coward.

- He feels as though it’s only a matter of time before he wears you down and gets you to give him a chance, but time is flying by and he’s gotten nowhere, so he thinks that maybe it’s time for a change....

- It’s not long after you turn eighteen and finish up your final year of high school that you arrive home and find Chozen and his uncle sitting in your family home. Your parents rise to their feet and inform you that Chozen wishes to have your hand in marriage: the cocky boy now quiet and staring at the floor, only occasionally glancing up at you in a vulnerable way that you aren’t used to seeing; especially coming from the boy in question.

- You stare back at him even as he averts his gaze, your mind swimming as you unintentionally block out most of what the adults around you are trying to say. Amidst the chaos, there’s a singular idea in your head that just keeps resurfacing. A thought that would seem incredulous if you weren’t talking about the one and only Chozen. The thought being: What kind of sick power play is he trying to pull?

- It’s the reason why your emotions slowly start to build as the two men politely say their goodbyes, the reason why your ears start to ring instead of hearing what your family is trying to say to you, the reason why you storm outside and go after the boy, catching up with him as his uncles car pulls away, pushing at his chest as you hiss. “How dare he. After all he’s done.”.

- He’s tense as you push at him, his eyes struggling to meet your own, voice quiet and lacking his usual confidence as he tells you he loves you, insists that he does as you scoff at him. “You think I don’t?” He asks, as though you’ve just said he wouldn’t dare to fight someone, as though you’ve just called him a coward.

“You want me to prove it? You say the words and I will. I’ll fight anyone. I’ll-”

“I don’t want you to fight. Everything’s a fight with you.” You roll your eyes, finally turning from him and beginning to walk away. He follows after you as you continue to speak. “I won’t marry you. I’m eighteen, I want my own life.”

“You’ll have your own life. I can give you whatever you want. Buy whatever you want.”

“I don’t want your money. I want,” You pause, for the first time in your life you consider what would make you be able to fall in love with the man who’s made it his job to pester you; and wondering if you should even bother to tell him. “I want you to change. You’re all grown up but you’re still immature. Always having to prove yourself to everyone, never keeping your emotions in check.”

“What's the point of changing if you won’t be with me.” He says from behind you, still standing in the place he stopped when you first began to give him your answer.

“To have honor.” You tell him simply and when you begin to walk away again, he doesn’t follow after you. Instead, he stands there and thinks about what you’ve said, heart pounding and stomach churning uneasily.

- You don’t see the boy for a while but when you finally do, you’re a bit surprised, naively putting him out of your mind as though he’s moved away and isn’t capable of confronting you at any time. You stare at the man in front of you for a while before your male friend decides to make a snide remark about your prior rejection. You expect Chozen to kill him and your hand itches to punish the idiot yourself, but Chozen shocks you by glancing at you somewhat pointedly before walking away: his friends following behind him in confusion as he stalks off, telling them to shut up as they begin to question him about his behavior.

- A few days later, you spot him from afar and approach him yourself. You inform him that you’re going to help an elderly couple with their farming and though he cycles through being confused as to why you’re telling him this and not really caring nor wanting to help, he finally settles on scoffing yet hesitantly following you over to their house. He’s very obviously unfamiliar with the process of gardening and occasionally grows a bit frustrated but he perseveres and lets you teach him; the two of you opening up to each other more and more as the hours pass by.

- By the end of the day, you feel as though you’ve garnered a sort of friendship with him, albeit a bit rocky, though your feelings for the boy still fluctuate drastically: mainly because he’s taken your acceptance of him as a sign that you do like him and keeps trying to make a move on you whenever he can; though he’ll nod and insist that he understands whenever you tell him that you just want to be friends.

- It’s pretty obvious that he’s just playing the waiting game and that he’s beginning to grow frustrated with you; feeling like you’re just playing hard to get, but you choose to ignore the signs and remain “close”. You succeed at keeping him at bay until he leans across the console of his car and lays one on you on a random Tuesday night, kissing you and trying to go further before you wrench out of his grasp and smack him in the face. He asks what your problem is, angrily telling you “fine, then get out then.” when you yell at him for once again treating you like his girlfriend, rubbing his cheek and glaring at you as you angrily yank open the door and start walking down the street.

- He comes to his senses not long after and starts driving alongside you as you walk down the road, trying to coax you back into the car. You ignore him as he calls your name and “oi” and tries to apologize without really apologizing and though he feels stupid, he can’t bring himself to let you walk home in the dark, feeling worse and worse as he silently drives beside you and waits for your stubbornness to run out enough for you to stop and agree to let him drive you.

- He’s honestly kind of impressed and amused when you genuinely make him drive alongside you all the way home yet it only makes him like you even more. The next day, he shows up to your door with flowers and a somewhat shy apology which is spoken behind the bouquet that he uses to partially cover his nervous face: and though this is exactly the type of thing you’re talking about (behaving the way a boyfriend would behave) you can’t help but for forgive him, even as you insist you’ll stop talking to him if he ever does it again.

- He certainly isn’t perfect and continues to get on your nerves but you’re also beginning to realize that you’re actually starting to like him back and that, when he’s not being annoying, it’s getting harder and harder to stop his advances or feel genuinely annoyed when he tries to slip past the friend zone that you’ve purposefully been trying to keep up.

- The next time the two of you kiss, you do it yourself. You’re play fighting and he has you in a hold that you very obviously aren’t strong enough to break out of so when he asks you what you’re gonna do next, you surge forward and kiss him. He thinks you’re kissing him just to kiss him so he momentarily lets go of you in order to hold you properly, forgetting about your fight until you knock him over and gloat over the fact that you “won”. He doesn’t care that you won but he is a little miffed that you broke off the kiss to knock him down since he was obviously thoroughly enjoying it.

“So what does this mean?” He calls out after you as you laugh and start to walk away from him, ignoring the fact he’s still sat down on the ground where you left him. You tell him “you decide” and he grins, knowing exactly what he’s choosing....

- Chozen absolutely adores you but you’re going to occasionally feel like an object if you don’t understand where he’s coming from. He loves being able to show you off but if you don’t realize he’s simply proud of you and wants to show everyone that the two of you are together, you’re going to assume he’s being smug and thinks that you’re a trophy that he’s won and gets to display whenever he wants. Which hey, I’m not saying he’s not somewhat possessive and toxic but it’s not always the case. Sometimes he just doesn’t care who’s watching when he kisses you and sometimes he simply wants to show the world that the two of you are a great couple.

- Part of the problem is that he’s fully willing to makeout with you in public yet won’t be able to hold your hand because he’s still trying to keep up his tough/nonchalant persona. He prefers more dominant and intimate displays over sweet and simple so he occasionally comes off as a bit more uncaring than what you’re probably used to/expecting.

- He sort of keeps his affection to a bit of a minimum, opting for close proximity rather than constantly putting his hands on you. He likes going about his business knowing that you’re right behind or beside him: though the minute someone approaches you, his attention is immediately on the two of you, glare pointed in their direction and a hand reaching out to grab your arm/sling his own around your shoulder. Having his arm around you is definitely his go-to form of affection aside from kissing.

- The change isn’t going to be night and day but he definitely lets loose and allows himself to be more sweet and affectionate when it’s just the two of you alone together. I can see him going from grabbing and kissing you abruptly and roughly to smiling into a soft and slow kiss; that trace of hardness gone now that he can forget about his worries and just enjoy being in love. How he kisses you also just depends on his mood; especially if he’s feeling angsty or jealous.

- If anyone in the relationship is going to be soft and affectionate, it’s going to be you, and though you’d probably expect him to hate it, he actually finds it really endearing and enjoys motioning to his cheek and teasingly ordering for you to kiss it; especially when he buys you something/does something sweet for you.

- He’d not a huge cuddler but he’ll lean on you or let you lean on him, whether it’s just your shoulders or some other parts of your bodies.

- It’s much more common for him to use your regular name rather than a pet name but if you’re a foreigner, I can definitely see him trying to fit in with what you’re used to by calling you “kitten” or “baby” or a similar teasing term of endearment. Typically though, he tends to just use a nickname or drop the honorifics.

- Him helping you with your English/Japanese; depending on where you’re from. Though he gets more distracted during your “lessons” than you do, giggling at your attempts to talk and calling you cute instead of correcting you. He always insists that you don’t really need to learn anyway whenever you whine about him not taking it seriously, telling you that you have him to speak for you whenever you need.

- Considering the fact that you’re probably not nearly as rich as he is; unless you’re a foreigner or come from a wealthy family, you’ll probably get all excited and impressed over his fancy gadgets and gizmos and he’ll find it incredibly cute and endearing.

- He’s a very “if you like it, you can have it” type of boyfriend. See something in a store window? It’s yours. Compliment his jewelry? He’ll put it around your wrist instead. He loves making you happy and feeling like he’s taking care of/providing for you.

- Sharing snacks from street vendors. He never understands why you don’t just ask him to buy you something when you obviously want/like it. He doesn’t comprehend how the little treats he used to get every day after elementary school could be considered expensive. Like, what do you mean the 700 yen Anpan was a treat for special occasions?? It’s 700 yen?! He has to buy ten of them now just to prove a point.

- Plan on spending the day together whenever he asks you out because that’s oftentimes more or less what he’s expecting. He usually comes and picks you up right after breakfast and drops you off some time after dinner; typically with full hands and a full stomach, so lets hope you wore your comfortable shoes when you left the house; though its not like he wouldn’t immediately buy you a new pair before you could even ask.

- Chozen has a habit of buying you gifts for almost all of your dates. He likes to spoil you and since he’s one of the richest boys in town; during a time when Japans economy was absolutely banging, you can expect a lot of compensation for putting up with his tomfoolery.

- He always seems to know where you are and has a habit of turning up; even when you’re trying to ignore him. It can be a little annoying but you let it slide because he always shows up whenever you need him or don’t mind the company.

- He definitely comes to your work/school and flirts with you for his own amusement.

- I recommend getting to know his friends because they’re genuinely the only people in town that Chozen doesn’t mind you spending time with; and spend time with them you do. You’re practically a part of his gang once the two of you start dating, except you’re there to look cute and compliment him instead of holding people in place for him to hit. Speaking of: one of the guys jobs is definitely to escort you out of places whenever he’s dealing with someone so you’re definitely closer to that one; and Chozen will definitely use that when the two of you are fighting because he knows you’ll at least talk to Toshiro even if you’re ignoring him. So, to sum things up, the goons stay with you during sex.

- And feel free to apologize to his friends in advance because Chozen definitely makes out with you against walls when they’re literally feet away from you and having to interrupt the two of you has definitely taken a few years off of their lives.

- Leaving parties early to go makeout in his car. Halfway through the evening, he’ll turn to you with a cheeky little smile and suggest that the two of you “get out of there” and you’ll always be a little annoyed because he was the one who brought you there! …But you still choose to go though....

- He acts like he’s too cool to dance whenever you go to the 1950s/oldies club but he’ll definitely twirl you around when you’re in the privacy of your own home.

- He also acts like he’s above the stupid little gifts of chocolate or drawings or whatever else you choose to give him on Valentines day but he secretly cherishes it; even if he somewhat makes fun of it/plays it off in front of his friends. He might teasingly call you childish or something of the sort but he treats it like it’s made of glass and doesn’t let anyone else touch it once it’s in his grasp so it's pretty obvious that he actually really likes it.

- He’d rather die than admit it but he secretly loves “girly” pop music and most definitely uses your presence as an excuse to listen to it in situations where he feels like he isn’t “allowed” to; like when you’re out driving with him and his friends. You were nearly shocked into silence when he first admitted that he wanted to listen to “Timely!!” by Anri; instead of something by ARB or someone similar, but the out of character choice only made you love him more and it never fails to make you smile whenever he gets all passionate about girl group drama/new releases.

- I need you to believe me when I tell you that matching outfits are extremely serious for him. It will legitimately sour his mood and start arguments between the two of you because you not wearing his suggestions, or wearing the matching set that he got for you, when the two of you go out together will turn into him being annoyed because you “want to look single”. He’ll be subtle about it in beginning but once he’s comfortable in your relationship, he’ll openly sulk about it whenever the dress he laid out for you/voted for is not the one that you come out of your room wearing when he comes to take you out.

- Beach/lake dates. He likes the water and being able to sit out and tan with you.

- I’m sorry but even before the two of you started dating, you couldn’t deny the fact that Chozen was absolutely fucking shredded and it made you feel conflicted every time he took his shirt off. Like he’d unbutton down to his pants and you’d be standing there fighting demons, trying not to let him know that you were actually kind of attracted to him. Luckily for you, he was always just clueless enough not to realize; at least until the two of you grew a little closer.

- Sitting in on his karate lessons and watching him teach the American troops. Sometimes he goes a little harder on one of his students if he catches them looking over at you a little too much for his liking.

- He always insists it’s nothing whenever he gets hurt in a fight or during training but he’s usually just putting on a brave face. You’ll accidentally hit him in the stomach while he’s trying to teach you some karate moves and you’ll immediately start apologizing while he laughs and assures you it was nothing, only for him to wheeze and wince the second you turn around.

- Having tea together; and doing the tea ceremony because you’re in love UWU.

- He loves receiving compliments and will definitely teasingly fish for them and/or take your sarcastic replies as praise; which he probably should since you still somewhat mean them even when you’re mockingly cooing at him. He always just smiles and blows you a kiss whenever you tell him something somewhat insulting, like telling him that his “ears are still big” after you admit that he cleans up nice.

- You’re always on high alert whenever you’re around Sato and Chozens mother, desperately trying to seem like you’re worthy of being with her son and his nephew: as if they weren’t fully willing to arrange your marriage prior to the two of you getting together. They could care less about the rest of the towns views of you since you make the boy so happy but it still doesn’t hurt to throw on a nice dress whenever you’re going to see them, right.

- Chozen always insists that you speak with Sato whenever your family is having problems so you occasionally end up in his office, close to tears and trembling as you bow before him and skirt around what you really need to ask him: all before he very plainly rewords your question and offers you even more than what you were asking of him; like giving you an extra month to pay your dues. Your mind is still reeling as you walk out of the room, gifted cash in hand for a taxi and/date with his nephew.

- You definitely go out of your way to ruin his attempts at cheating the locals and though he’ll be annoyed at you and somewhat short with/cross, it’s easy for you to worm your way back into his good graces. He knows he was in the wrong and you’re just too cute to stay mad at anyway.

- He has a wide variety of knowledge when it comes cheating tactics so he has a habit of insisting on doing yours and your families business for you because he refuses to let his girlfriend be swindled by scammers. No Haruto, an oil change is not 21,000 Yen and she’s not paying it!

- You kind of Pavlov's dog him into becoming a better person. What I mean by that is that every time he fights someone, he arguably knows that you’re going to be upset with him, and that you’ll give him the silent treatment or start an argument: and every time you do, he just sort of brushes it off and reasons to himself that you’re just a naïve girl and “don’t understand”; so the consequences of his actions don’t tend to make a lasting impression. Except when that “naïve” little girl starts making remarks about how her friend ‘Hiro’ doesn’t get into any fights and starts hanging around him more. Pair that with a lack of affection and you’ll have him starting to reconsider every time he gets angry with someone; even if he still feels like he has the right to do something about it.

- Chozen is kind of a two faced bitch so a solid 80% of the growth you witnessed while he was trying to cuff you is going to be gone the minute that you agree to date him and really start to fall for him so just try to keep that in mind. I never said he was a good person and you shouldn’t be fooled into thinking he is, but with time, he can get better: it’s just up to you to decide if you want to be there to help him.

- He definitely tries to push you away after his defeat, insisting that he’s not worthy of your love and that you’d be better off without him but you simply don’t let him, calling him an idiot and refusing to leave until he’s back to his normal self; or as close to it as he’s able to be. And once the two of you have climbed past that hurtle, things honestly take a turn for the better because you both end up maturing and feeling more secure in your relationship than you ever have been.

- He’s going to try to hide his worries from you for quite a while, but once you prove to be someone he can really trust and someone who doesn’t mind seeing him be vulnerable, he’ll begin to let you in and talk to you about his honor and the similar things that keep him up at night. Sometimes you’ll notice that he’s upset and you’ll do your best to comfort him, letting him stay quiet and just listen to what you have to say whenever he seems to need a bit of reassurance.

- He hates sharing your time and attention with other people; even when he’s barely paying attention to you himself. Like he’ll be fully absorbed in something else and borderline ignoring you and it’ll be completely fine up until he finally turns to tell you something and notices you’re chatting with someone else, then suddenly you’re in the wrong and acting all toxic and cringe. He’s a hypocrite but it’s honestly kind of amusing.

- He’s a very jealous person, for a variety of different reasons, but I think it really boils down to him being insecure and knowing that you’re not with him for his money: if you were, no one in your town would be able to take you away from him. But, since you’re not, you’re free to leave him at any point and there’s nothing he can do about it, which is a thought that terrifies him. It’s the reason he’s so eager to fight for your hand and belittle anyone that he sees as a threat: if he thinks you’re this amazing then everyone else must think so too which means he has a lot of competition; competition he’d like you to ignore or lose interest in. Hell, even your favorite boy bands catch strays when you get a little too excited over them.

- I think we all know the answer to whether or not he’d protect you.... Maybe in a fight he knows he can win but other than that... sorry babe but you’re literally doomed.

- Arguments are extremely commonplace in the beginning of your relationship but the longer you’re together, the more you bicker like an old married couple instead of people needing relationship therapy. He’s a shit starter so it’s usually his fault but thankfully your fights tend to fizzle out just as quickly as they start. They’re very much “fine.” “fine!” types of arguments where you’re both being kind of being petty but you don’t want to admit it, so you stay away from each other for a few hours or minutes until one of you relents and begrudgingly makes amends/moves on.

- He tends to watch you all forlorn whenever you’re ignoring and/or walking away from him but he’s usually a little too proud to blatantly admit he was wrong, so he’ll just sit there and sneak glances at you, hoping you’ll approach him first. He usually feels bad about your more serious fights the minute they “end”; feeling guilty as he watches you be so upset with him, but he can’t help but stay quiet and let you seethe instead of just apologizing. It’s up to you to approach him first and extend an olive branch, giving him a reluctant “have you eaten” so he knows you’re willing to talk things out and accept his shy apology once the two of you are in a more private setting.

- It’s sort of rare for him to say I love you: it’s kind of an unspoken agreement between the two of you; you’re sort of just meant to know that he does. Occasionally, he’ll take on a teasing tone and say something sweet or similar to those three little words but he avoids saying them verbatim. Still, there's truth behind his teasing and he does his best to show you that he does even if he doesn’t say it. He kind of expects you to tell him that you love him; because you’re a sweet girl or whatever, but he doesn’t push it; he’s just very happy to hear it whenever you choose to.

- After a while, you sort of just become his everything; especially after everything that happens to him, so you can definitely expect him to stick by your side in the future and while doing so, shape up just that little bit more in the process.

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lostsyren · 2 months ago

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Imagine sofia/rafe relationship went with the hookup to lovers to enemies and back to lovers trope for s5. Oh that would eat and be epic. I so want sofia to somehow become wealthy —not involved with the kooks but have money and behave aloof to their circle — help her family and live a better life outside the cut without rafe’s help. (and maybe put some of the kooks in their place) I still think there’s conflict with her and her dad that hasn’t been addressed (like is he pushing her to do things for money? Is she forced to provide for her family while her dad does nothing?). Also for rafe to see he needed her way more than she needed him. I don’t want her mopping around for that man I need to see her move on with her life and become a little edgier. It’d be so interesting to see a little change in her character like outwardly for her to be guarded and maybe even behave slyly and sarcastic. But of course, that kindness, soft nature, and care for others is still a part of her.

I was actually thinking what if hollis knew groff could deceive/harm her in some way and added sofia as a beneficiary to her assets in case something went wrong. Her money would be protected from groff and sofia inherits a fortune. It might sound ridiculous, but it’s a way for her to become wealthy and not return to her job.

Also, to me it made sense that they broke up because apart from sofia lying about the deal, rafe has been lying to her from the beginning about his actions and his past. He thought his relationship with her would give him a fresh start and leave the past behind, but he needs to acknowledge what he’s done and show honesty as well—t wasn’t just rumors she heard. They needed to hit this low point in order to level the playing field in their relationship.

Not getting my hopes up though bc I know the pates are interested in exploring #thatship, so I’ll choose to expect nothing. I’m more curious to know what you think😊

“hookup to lovers to enemies and back to lovers trope”

OHHH YESSSSS THIS WOULD EATTT!! Like I want them both to grapple with their resentments with each other– Rafe feeling betrayed and Sofia feeling discarded. That enmity disguising their underlying turmoil of being apart from this person they grew to love and and live with is soooo interesting.

Because Rafe and Sofia lowkey seem sooooo co-dependent. Like they’re so clingy with one another. And we see them be physically intimate, emotionally intimate, intellectually intimate– they both use each other as a crutch for different things. So I’m excited to see how they cope loosing that intense closeness. (Because Rafe literally proposed to her before he left for a 3 week trip– like that’s the longest time they’ve been apart since meeting in s3)

“Also for rafe to see he needed her way more than she needed him. I don't want her mopping around for that man I need to see her move on with her life and become a little edgier.”

YES YES YES!!! 100% agree. I need her to not be so dependent on him, and fight her way out of the predicament he put her in (leaving her jobless, homeless, single all from a 20 sec phone call). And I lowkey think she will. Our introduction to her character said she was “likeable and scrappy”, so I think she’ll channel her inner pogue and be self-preserving. And I totally want to see more of her family, and what her motivations are. Like if she takes on a carer role for her siblings, if her parents are reliant on her for income. And I love your theory about her dad– i definitely think they’re setting him up for something (idk tho because my faith in the writers is non existent).

“outwardly for her to be guarded and maybe even behave slyly and sarcastic. But of course, that kindness, soft nature, and care for others is still a part of her.”

Yessss!! Now that she’s not in her lover girl era I wonder how she’ll respond differently to the kooks. She no longer needs to befriend them since Rafe’s not in her life. I want her to do a complete 180 on them. Like I can totally she her have this cathartic release, where after 18 months of donning this kook facade with her bf, she is finally rid of it. She’s hurt, she’s upset, she’s lost someone she cared about– will she still retain her kindness and empathy? Or reflect her pain back on to the world? And back on to Rafe if he tries to fix things?

“what if hollis knew groff could deceive/harm her in some way and added sofia as a beneficiary to her assets in case something went wrong.”

Get in the writers room rn!!!! Yessss!!! And perhaps that ties her up with Hollis’ murder– maybe shoupe pins it on her since he has no leads on Groff? Maybe she’ll have to go to rafe for help? Or maybe she has to seek out Barry to help her out because she’s heard Rafe mention him before? So many possibilities!! Ahhhh your mind>>>

“They needed to hit this low point in order to level the playing field in their relationship.”

100%!!! Rafe’s past needs to come up. The only way I can think of Sofia being ok with rafe’s crimes and sins is if a he’s committed the same wrongdoings– then she’ll believe his whole spiel of “oh I killed the Sherriff in self defence, I was protecting my dad!” Because she’ll have the same internal conflict. (And I can just imagine Sofia completely losing it, thinking her soul is damned, while rafe tries to be there for her– “you don’t understand” she says, but he does understand, more than she knows)

(Ugh ik, #thatship drains me so badly because anything romantic between them will negate sm of their character development :(. Also you’re soooo sweet, I love hearing what YOU think!! Anddd I’m sooo sorry for the late reply. I don’t wanna give a half-assed response, so I need some time to think and sit down and write all my thoughts!!)

#outer banks #rafe and sofia #sofia outer banks #rafe x sofia #rafe cameron #sofia obx #fiona palomo #drew starkey #rafe cameron thoughts #sofia outer banks thoughts #rafe and sofia thoughts #༊*·˚syren

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foggysirens · 2 months ago

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If Destiel (yes the ship) got tossed into the Star Wars universe, which one of them is naive enough to accidentally join the dark side and why is it Cas?

love how you had to specify the ship ajdhdhdkjf that absolutely made me laugh so hard

but okay so this set my brain on fire because you’re so very right in the respect that if we were to plop spn characters into the star wars verse it does, from a narrative point of view make the most sense for cas to be part of the dark side - the only thing is that i don’t think it would be because he naively joined, cas would been conscripted

castiels arc in supernatural of being an angel of the lord who falls from the armies of heaven and grace after finding himself embroiled in with humanity is none too dissimilar from the character arc that finn goes on in the last jedi - they have both found themselves raised to be soldiers, to take orders and to not ask questions and fight in the name of the order they serve. this is all they have ever know but suddenly in the midst of the battle between good and evil they are suddenly unsure if what they’re fighting for is right anymore. and once they know, once they see things for what they truly are, they fall. crossing lines to try and take a stand for what they believe they must, even if it takes them a while to get there. because they both see the good in what they were told to destroy, want to save and protect and love instead. this arc also follows a lot of the same beats as agent kallus from star wars rebels!! thinking on it i would say in a lot of ways cas is a lot more like kallus - what with their the military rankings and training experience and overall demeanour - and i can see him having a similar career in/path out of the empire as him. the arc still stands. cause yeah, the ‘imperial officer turned rebel’ is a reoccurring theme in star wars!

so if we look at that and then we look at castiel, a character who is, admittedly, naive at times, his character fits so perfectly into star wars into that role as someone who was brought up and trained under this regime but ultimately rebels once that illusion is shattered and the free will to change has been realized and (while not diminishing the internal character work that this entails) a lot of the time there is that one focal person who extended the hand in the first place - who gave them that wake up that acts as the foil in this arc (think poe and rey and zeb) and in this au’s case it absolutely would be dean because he’s who it is in spn canon for cas as well !!! (and like, come on, dean fits the han solo bill of being the scruffy hero with a soft heart so well, and he absolutely joined the rebellion with his ancient but pristine pre-empire ship that they use to run jobs and spy on the empire while posing as different officials)

like, im so sure that there already must be so many amazing fics out there that are about just this because the spn/cas/destiel beats parallel so perfectly with star wars that i could talk about it forever !!! they would find each other in every universe !!!

anyways yeah sorry that was so long but TLDR; yeah cas starts out apart of the empire but then he sees dean winchesters pathetic face and joins the rebellion

#castiel #dean winchester #destiel #supernatural #star wars #mj.chatter #halsinsgate #this is a very funny question in the respect that i am currently writing a fic where im doing the opposite #(dropping star wars characters/dinluke into a supernatural verse au)#but this is making me wanna write a destiel star wars fic so bad #ive already decided to start writing some destiel in the new year so who knows 👀#ask #answered #long post

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thetiredstuff · 2 years ago

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This is just mostly a handy little post for me but I asked people to rec me some destiel AU best friends to lovers fics and this is what I got:

Recs from ltleflrt:

okay, cupid. by orange_crushed On Air by wincechesters Just Turn Around and Go by @porcupine-girl Version 2.0 by Elizabeth1985 aka @cocklesheadboop Ignore the Butterflies: Best Friend Advice from Dean Winchester by impatient14 A Match Made (and Misunderstood) by surlybobbies More Views. More Money. by herbivoredinosaur Remember When by VioletHaze aka @scones-and-texting-and-murder When In Vegas by Dmsilvis & TobytheWise

Recs from doctorprofessorsong

One of my favorite fics of all time is Evangelist by @valleydean. It's really enemies to friends to lovers but the enemies part becomes friends pretty quickly because they are deeply obsessed with each other. One of the classics if you haven't read it is To Build a Home. Childhood friends who broke up and find themselves back in each other’s life. It is very angsty but they have a lifelong friendship so you get a lot of childhood and teenage friendship moments. If I may self recommend, I just wrote Can't Fight the Moonlight in which they are in this post canon partnership and both want to add sexual intimacy but the partnership is soft so you get some really fun platonic intimacy. It's not AU, obviously, but may have something of what you want. Seraph by @dothraki-shieldmaiden is a superhero au where they are friends and roommates to lovers. It has great world building. More than Kisses by @friendofcarlotta is a friends to lovers epistolary romance. Dean and Cas are pen pals and they share an absolutely gorgeous emotional intimacy. Tiamatv has a few that fit the bill. I'm gonna mention Marchen because I love the world built in that one. Dean Winchester is a prince locked in a tower. Feel free to also skim my fic recs. @riversrecs

Recs by castiellesbian:

tiamatv's "It's the End of the World (As We Know It)" is a friends to enemies to lovers if that counts? They were childhood best friends in that one "A Midterms Night's Dream" by Englandwouldfall is an au where they're roommates (oh my god they were rommates). "In Some Sacred Place" by schmerzerling is a good one where they're friends throughout most of the fic, but it's kind of depressing overall

Recs from porcupine-girl

Just Turn Around And Go (roommates-slash-best-friends): https://archiveofourown.org/works/4228830 Like four weddings and a funeral but without the funeral (Sam POV, Sam is clueless and doesn’t realize they’re together): https://archiveofourown.org/works/6225625 Go Down With This Ship (online fandom besties, don’t realize they know each other irl): https://archiveofourown.org/works/8023642

Rec by trampledundercas

#i thought of ‘ready to fall’ by lemonsorbae on ao3

A whole bunch of recs from dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you

A Tale of Two Tropes by Amelia_Clark (E, 7k) As You Walk On By by MercyBraavos (E, 23k) Are We Any Different? by LeviathanBlue, SerpentCountess (T, 41k) More Than Kisses by FriendofCarlotta (E, 29k) things i knew when i was young by stormwarnings (T, 16k) Alright by turningthepages (T, 46k) To Build a Home by intothesilentland (M, 383k) When In Vegas by Dmsilvis, TobytheWise (E, 16k) The Ocean Between Us by noxsoulmate (E, 27k) Room for Two (The Mattress AU) by almaasi (E, 14k) Honey-Baked by mishaminion69, sydkn3e (E, 89k) The Ones We Choose by lightmyway (E, 82k)

EDIT: MORE:

Recs by bexfangirlforlife:

The Graveyard Shift by riseofthefallenone. PurgatoryJar Evangelist by embrancsxx0 Stay with me Sweetheart by Mandalarose We are what we pretend we are by tricia_16 Tricks of the Trade by Trenchcoat_Impala

Recs by impaledbeetle:

okay, cupid by orange_crushed Seek to Know You Better (E) by ahurston Après (E) by Imogenbynight Here's a couple aus that i really really enjoy that aren't necessarily best friends to lovers: spirit of the west (M) by teen_dean Parachutes (E) by chaoticdean (this one literally changed my life it is so good) And This, Your Living Kiss (M) by opal_bullets (again, this is life changing) Roll With It (E) by saltnhalo (this is a The Proposal (movie) au) Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is) (E) by kototyph

Recs by butch--dean:

spirit of the west by teen-dean (everyone should read this 90's horse girl dean au where he befriends cas, a local veterinarian) I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) by unicornpoe (I am a sucker for all "cas using dean as a vessel" fics) Après by imogenbynight (surely everyone has read this? dean and cas in paris what more can you ask for) under the midnight sun by northernsparrow (dean is the caretaker of a research station in the arctic and cas is a mysterious bird researcher) (I also rec you can keep holding on by this author but be warned that it is very grief-driven - but it is an in-depth study of the way they care for each other) though the course may change by imogenbynight (fake dating AU at a couple's retreat - another one that everyone has probably read but is so worth mentioning in case you haven't) there's no cell service in the afterlife by screamsintothesun (cas gets back from the empty and his phone blows up with dean's voicemails & texts) Gold in the Edges of Our Vision by SewingNatural (dean and cas eat peaches together on a hot summer evening. The writing style on this one is really really lovely) these are just a few from my bookmarks but also there is a really good rec list here & here (this one has a link to a specific friends to lovers list here) that I refer to often when looking for new fics/authors to dig through!!

Recs by mercurialkitty for some reason tumblr won't allow me to add them to my post so just click on their name to go to their post!

These are all the ones i've gotten up til now but will def edit if I get any more. If you see this post and think of a Destiel AU best friend to lovers fic that isn't on here or just a Destiel AU (no abo) fic that isn't on here: PLEASEEEEEE GIVE ME ALL THE DESTIEL AU FIC RECS (no abo)

Also i didn't tag the people who recommended it cuz I don't wanna annoy them but I linked back to all of their original posts or comments!

A hugeeeeeeee thank you to everyone who replied to my annoying messages for fic recs cuz I really really appreciate it. thank you all so so so much!!!!

#to read #destiel #i love my husbands #spn #supernatural #destiel fan fic #spn fan fics

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