#little Courier is so cute

[keeperthemultiversemom]

While I'm a lil' too busy to finish asks, have some doodles I made a week ago !

Archivist : @ask-archivist-frank

Wayfinder belongs to @bloomenvogel

Courier : @ask-courier-eddie

Observer : @ask-observer-wally

Scripter : @apileofscripts

[maddymoreau]

Mr. House and Courier Six drawn by @splitfoxe

[gay-caesar-truther]

Would it be weird to ship Gabriel with a random ass NPC Instead of a compainion or significant character? I'm looking at Alex Richards (the gay doctor at Camp forlorn hope) like... yes... you can fix my boy and he can bring you some peace and joy in return.

[shirogane-oushirou]

internal battle between "it's my blog, i make the rules, if anyone doesn't like it they can block tags or unfollow" and "but i'm already rb-ing so much AK crush art on here, i can't do it for ANOTHER AK character :( "

[axellis-archv-2]

hiiiiiiiiii omg. hiiiii GET FUCKING CAUGHT ON CAMERA.IDIOT 📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸

omg WOWWW thats so crazy ummm hey question whats this just btw? 📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸

[genshin-obsessed]

Him as a husband | Honkai Star Rail

✩ ‒ It's been a while since I've wrriten anything for star rail, so I decided to make these cute lil hcs. I'm not branching out to the newest pretty boy yet, I don't know anything about him. I avoided saying Valentine’s Day cuz they're not on earth or whatever.

✩ ‒ I'm also trying to butter y'all up a little for something else I'm planning lmao

✩ ‒ Characters: Caelus, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Blade, Luocha

✩ ‒ Caelus

He's not vocal about being married per se, but people usually know he's married. Other than the ring, he's very unresponsive to flirting. If anyone attempts to flirt with him, he'll just act like he doesn't get it. It makes things awkward and people often leave after.

He's very attentive to you. If you're having a bad day, he'll know pretty much immediately and will do anything and everything to get your mind off of it if you don't want to talk about it.

He loves to celebrate holidays for couples. They're super special days because every day with him is special, but he does go out of his way a little bit to surprise you with something. Could even be food, as long as you're surprised and smiling.

Cuddles are a must. You better hope your rooms are cold at night because he cuddles up to you every single time. He'll either lay his head on your chest or hug you against him, so sometimes it feels really hot in the morning.

Caelus prefers outdoor activities as dates, but isn't opposed to staying in. Movies, snacks, just being with one another isn't so bad. But going to a new planet and fighting baddies is also pretty enticing. More on that, Caelus has near heart attacks when you get hurt- like he saw you get hurt badly once and almost cried. Ok, no, he cried a little.

Children are up to you. He doesn't have much of a preference.

✩ ‒ Dan Heng

"Are you two married? You don't act like it." This has and always will confuse Dan Heng. What the hell does it mean? Is he supposed to be all over you or something? He has class. Though... he will hold your hand more often. Maybe the ring he'll get you for your anniversary might have a ginormous gem so it blinds everyone or something.

He's also pretty attentive to your needs and emotions. The second he thinks you're upset or hurt, he's at your side. He may or may not be a little clingy but he's so terrified of losing you. It's actually changed him for the better a little. He's less quiet, more expressive, and a lot more open to communication. That could also be due to his recent transformation...

He's not overly fond of those "couple days" because he's usually loving all year around. Why have a dedicated day? He has a hard time seeing the point in days like those.

Dates for Dan Heng are usually stay at home. He likes the more intimate activities at home- cuddling, watching movies, making out- yanno. Intimate.

Dan Heng likes kisses. Cheek kisses, neck kisses, shoulder kisses, hand kisses- don't matter. He loves them all. Usually done behind closed doors, Dan Heng never forgets to kiss you. Like, ever. He will also make up for lost kisses.

Um... he prefers no children, but it's something you can talk about later on.

✩ ‒ Jing Yuan

You have your hands full with this one. Everyone and their courier birds will know he's married to you. This man just can't stop talking about you. Like, he'll be receiving a report about something or other and just somehow manages to drop your name in the conversation. It's cute and all, but Jing Yuan, focus!

Sadly, he's a busy man. He comes home to you every single day, don't worry, but he does need to be away for most of the day. He's not the biggest fan of it and has suggested maybe trying to find a position for you to keep you close by. Other than being down right addicted to you, he worries because he's got enemies.

Jing Yuan DOES take time for those fancy couple days but they're not overly different from the usual dates. He used to make it all fancy, with giant bouquets of flowers and expensive jewelry, until he realized he was showering you with love on a specific day and not every day like he should. So, he's toned it down a little, but every now and then, he'll get you something fancy.

There isn't much time for dates. They usually include visiting him during his breaks and enjoying some tea together. Maybe spending time with Mimi or something. But on his days off, he tries really hard to set up something for you.

He kinda likes to hold you. There's nothing wrong with it, its just constant. Like, you're so cute and he just wants to hug you all the time. He does try to control himself in public to avoid making you uncomfortable.

Children? Why? Isn't Yanqing enough?

✩ ‒ Blade

Some people still have a hard time understanding that you actually married him. In your opinion, they're small minded and don't actually know Blade. Blade, himself, doesn't actually care what anyone else thinks. Though, they should mind their manners around you.

Blade can be attentive, but doesn't always know how to help. He's got his own problems, so he usually tries to use them as a reference point. When he feels depressed or lost, what would he do? He tries to help you that way. It doesn't always work, but it does help him learn more and more.

He'll forget any special "couple" days are coming up. Kafka or Silver Wolf mention it and he's always confused about them. He will try to get you something just so you don't feel left out. "Oh my husband didn't get me anything because he doesn't care about today". Never.

Blade likes cuddles, but they hurt. He's got a lot of wounds on his body so he can't hold you the way he likes. Not to mention, the mara, his personal discomfort, lack of understanding. You assure him that it's ok, but he still feels guilty often. You deserve the world, but he can barely give you himself. He does try to hold your hand a lot. You both share the same bed and he sleep extremely close.

There's not many outdoor dates with him other than going on missions which aren't dates. Usually, you two train together and just spend time with one another. Blade is willing to attend an event with you... but he's attached to you. He doesn't know anyone there.

No children. He'd be a terrible dad, sorry.

✩ ‒ Luocha

Now aren't you two an interesting couple? Luocha has a way with words. He'll let potential flirters know he's married way before they can even start flirting with him. He won't even give them the time of day, especially if they're disrespectful toward you.

Of course he's attentive. He's great at recognizing your emotions and understanding what may or may not make it worse. For example, if he attends an event, he'll know what type of people might be too forward for you. Or may know when someone is beginning to make you upset.

Not a fan of those "couple days". He literally rolls his eyes at them, like why would he hold himself back to let it all out on that day? He's all over you, every day. BUT! He does get you a flower or a small box of chocolates... or something else in the bedroom. Idk.

Luocha likes to schedule dates per week so that you can clear up time for them. Just because you have a day off doesn’t mean it needs to be a date night. Maybe you want that day to yourself, who knows? He likes to find a day or two within the week dedicated to actually going out to a restaurant, a picnic, maybe fighting some baddies- who knows. Whatever works for both of y’all.

Luocha likes being close to you, whatever that means to you. He can hold you, hold your hand, just sit close by. Generally, he finds peace around you, so it doesn't matter what you two are doing as long as he can be close to you.

Uhh kids? Are you sure?

[serafilms]

song 24! message in a bottle (taylor swift) + aang requested by @fylithia (spotify wrapped event)

but now you’re so far away and i’m down, feeling like a face in the crowd, i’m reaching for you, terrified

It’s been years now since the war ended. Years since you and your friends saved the world, defeated Zuko’s father and brought peace to the four nations once more. Ever since, everyone’s been busy trying to piece the world back together. Katara’s been staging a feminist revolution in the water tribes, Toph has been reinventing Earth bending, Suki taking the Kyoshi Warriors all over and recruiting, Sokka inventing, Zuko rebuilding a nation and Aang flitting all over the place.

You, on the other hand… What have you achieved? You went back to your village and spent some time telling stories of your adventures to children, then picking up odd jobs on fishing boats and cargo ships to hitch a ride to wherever your friends are off making history. You tell yourself you like the simplicity, like not having to worry about the fate of the world, but you feel like about as insignificant as a speck of dust at your biannual (twice a year) catch ups.

I’m like an old lady telling stories to relive her glory days, you think bitterly.

But you like reliving them. You miss adventuring and seeing the world with your friends. You miss when you were all just kids and there were no real titles or duties in the way (aside from your common goal of ending the war, of course). You miss when Aang looked at you like you’d hung all the stars in the sky, when he was just a boy who liked you but never said it, and when you liked him but refused to show it. Now you feel like you’re miles apart, like he’s on the top of the mountain and you’re left waiting at the base.

You still all write each other, Aang more than the rest but you can’t shake the feeling that it’s out of pity; it’s an obligation to you as an old friend. They’re busy now and that’s not their fault, and you all really would have no reason to go back to camping out. In fact, with the Avatar and Fire Lord especially, it was probably a security risk.

You’re too busy drowning in your own misery to notice Katara until she’s already nudging you in the arm. “Hey, why aren’t you over there with everyone else?”

Starting a little in surprise, you stare at her for a second before sighing as you kick your foot into the dirt and watch the dust rise.

“No reason,” you lie. Because I don’t want to talk to you guys. Especially Aang.

Your time alone has dulled your social skills, because Katara stares at you for a good seven seconds before you realise she expects you to keep talking.

“I think it’s just a little overwhelming to be around many people when I’m usually by myself.”

Her face softens and she reaches out to put her hand on your knee. “But it’s us. We want to make you comfortable and be around you. You know that, right?”

You nod, and she squeezes then releases you. “Let’s start small. Aang!”

Your chest flickers with panic as his bright eyes locate you instantly and he leaves his conversation with Zuko without a second thought. Katara takes his place, striding back up to the group as Aang stops right in front of you.

You feel your heart lurch at finally seeing him up close after spirits knows how many months. He's taller than you now, so it's not hard to avoid his gaze, but you can't tear your eyes away yet. His eyes sparkle at you and you feel yourself flush at how cute he looks with faint freckles dusting the upper part of his cheeks.

"Hey," he greets you softly, taking a seat beside you. "How are you?"

"I'm good," you find yourself saying, despite your mind being devoid of any thought that's not of him. His smile that's as sweet as ever, his eyes, his pink lips. How he's so, so out of your league.

Much like Katara, Aang seems unsatisfied with your short reply. "What have you been up to?"

Thinking about how much I love you. You can't say that, of course, so you babble on about the courier job you did a few months ago, which was great because you helped find a few new Kyoshi Warriors for Suki. When you look back at him once more, Aang has a soft look on his face, and a smile that seems to be there without his knowledge. Your face flushes, stomach flips and something akin to hope rises within you.

His cheeks turn pink when you've trailed off and he realises you're looking at him.

"Wow," he says. "That sounds really great."

You roll your eyes a little, feeling a sense of familiarity. "It's fine, you don't have to pretend you're interested. I know it's all boring compared to the work of the great Avatar."

"No, really," he insists, and there's an urgency in his voice, as if he needs you to know how genuine he is. "I think everything you do is amazing."

You smile. "Really?"

Aang nods down at you, eyes wide. "Well, yeah. I mean, it's you."

Embarrassed but pleased, you look down at your shoes before looking back up at him. "Thanks, Aang."

He grins at you, before glancing over to the others. "Wanna go catch up with everyone else?"

You take a look over at your friends. They look normal now, like a group of friends laughing, instead of the incredible figures they are. You nod at him and he extends a hand out to help you up. You take it.

You can't tell him how much he means to you, but you feel closer now. All you can do now is hope that one day, he gets the message.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Spooktober. Lantern

Self-Aware! Ichiyo Higuchi x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Natsume Soseki

Description: You and Higuchi are trying to praise an ugly decorative lantern, and Natsume is a cat.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Fluff. Short

A/N: A short fic for a Spooktober.

You were eyeing a decorative lantern on your table. It was a present from one of your distant uncles. He worked in a decor stores and, for some reason, took half of his paycheck in decorations.

Probably for presents.

You weren't against a new decor item. But, you were against this one lantern.

It was ugly. Not in a "cute ugly, "Halloween ugly" or a "funny ugly" way. In an "ugly and cheap" way. The mansion might not have a luxurious decor, but you still have standards.

And you can't get rid of it. Because your uncle used a courier to deliver the lantern to you, and you were currently on the video call with the uncle, and he knew and saw, that lantern were in good shape. And, if you threw it away, he will be disappointed.

"So, what do you think?" your uncle sounded proud of himself. You were thinking for the best way to answer his question. Higuchi decided to fill the awkward silence.

"It looks... unique." she tried not to look at the lantern or at the monitor. You slowly nodded.

"Yes... Unique..."

Your uncle frowned.

"You didn't like it?"

You quickly grabbed the phone and start circling around the living room, shoving it to your uncle.

"No, I like it. It will be the great audition for the room, see? Everyone will pay attention to it the moment they come in."

Higuchi lips moved, but she didn't make a sound. Thanks to Gide and Rimbaud, you started to learn, how to read lips.

"Not in a good way. It's ugly and have no place in this house." Higuchi noticed your look. "What? [Y/N], honey, don't tell me, that you disagree?"

You didn't show your disappointment in Higuchi. Because you weren't disappointed, and secretly agree with her.

Still, you continue your honeyed words to ensure uncle's happiness.

None of you noticed a calico cat jumping on the table.

"Hm, [Y/N], I must say, your living room needs more lanterns. I will send more similar... Get away from here, your beast! Get away from the lantern!"

You and Higuchi jumped, not expecting the yelling. And then, something crashed behind your backs.

Here, on the table, Mii-chan was sitting. One of his paw was stretched out. And on the floor were the remains of the lantern.

Your uncle screamed again.

"No! You won't get another lantern from me! Not until you taught your cat, how to behave!"

Your uncle ended the call. In a second, Natsume Soseki stand up from the table, dusting himself. He gave you a sly smile.

"I am sorry, Dear Muse, for taking away your lantern supply."

You and Higuchi huffed with laughter.

"Just help me clean this mess, and you are forgiven, Mr. Cat."

Natsume gave you another smile.

"Well, I could, but I have paws..."

Okay, who taught him him about that meme? Higuchi, who was standing near you, caughed and rubbed the back of her neck. She looked embarrassed and guilty.

Huh. Either Higuchi can read minds, or you are a seer.

You raise an eyebrow.

"You having paws doesn't stand in a way of your little war with salesman from the fish market. Or did Higuchi do most of the job?"

Now both Higuchi and Natsume looked embarrassed. Yes, you knew, that the duo, for some reason, didn't like that one guy from the fish market and have a mini war against him.

You rubbed your temples.

"Let's just clean up the mess and do something more interesting or productive."

Higuchi and Natsume nodded, agreeing with you.

[fanaticsnail]

It's been a while

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 2,900+

Synopsis: Trafalgar Law has been missing his favorite courier, so at the encouragement of his first mate, he is prompted to do something about it.

Themes: Trafalgar Law x Box "Cottontail" Mila, fluff, long distance relationships, fluff, hurt / comfort, pining, longing from afar, den-den mushi, Law is tired, Law is missing his special person.

Notes: This is my half of the trade organized through the OC Discord Server for @bloglop and her beautiful OC, Mila. She gave me such a cute art piece for my Tobiuo x Heat 'Teat' ship, and I love it. I hope you like my half for your beautiful Mila! Divider by @/firefly-graphics.

Warmth swelled within the cool heart of the dark-haired captain, his chest ignited beneath the blaze of anticipated relief. Honey eyes briefly widening, they relax as his smile illuminated his cheeks with an emotion Trafalgar Law had not allowed himself to experience in so long. He knew it; he saw it every day of his life growing up in Flevance. His parents had it when their eyes met in the early hours of the day, he saw it in his sister’s eyes when she looked at her favorite desserts. 

Love.

Trafalgar Law was in love. 

Rolling on her heels to the balls of her feet, the twitching anxiousness was demonstrated within the grip of parchment clutched against her chest. Another delivery for the Tang: likely the recipe exchange Penguin set up between Sanji and Killer at the last meeting with Strawhat crew and the Victoria Punk.

“Mila,” Law sighed, his voice feeling foggy at the edges, echoing within the halls of the Polar Tang. He shook his head, shrugging off the tension and apprehension from his mind as he picked up speed. 

Trying not to seem overeager in seeing his lover so close to him fled his thoughts, he physically couldn’t contain it any longer. He needed Mila in his arms, embraced fully against his chest and lifted up into his arms. 

He wanted her, needed her, craved her in a way that felt like a part of him was missing: a part only she could fill with her presence. That little laugh, that soft stutter when she’s trying to hold her enthusiasm back, the way her ears would extend and tail would protrude when she was nervous, the buzz of life that illuminated and vibrated with excitable static. He craved to have all of that within his arms, lips touching so intimately close: sharing breaths and heartbeats as he entwined himself against her in an encumbering embrace. 

His feet carried him closer, further and faster than he could ever dream of. Ignoring the wind-smudged faces of his crew, Law simply sprung hurriedly towards Mila like an iron ball from a cannon barrel. 

Turning slowly towards her, the orange-hue of her widened orbs lit up and rose with her smile behind it. Expending her arms towards him, Law couldn't help but spring to close the distance between them. Hoisting her into the air, and with a large twirl to expel all the parchment from her tanned satchel. The pages seemed to float beside them as if meeting with water, held in stasis beside them while Law met his eyes against hers. 

Inked hands pressed at the back of her neck, toying with the finer hair growing at the base of her scalp, he drew her into his face. Lips finally colliding, he seared into her all emotion he craved to give her through his intense kiss. Expecting the common softness to her lips, his brows furrowed where all he could feel was a coarse scratch on his skin. Parting his mouth and deepening his kiss, her lips tasted of ink blotches and black coffee stains. He shook it from his thoughts, holding on tighter and refusing to be pried from her, her embrace felt different. 

“Law?” Mila’s voice ricocheted within his mind: sounding muffled as if forced to speak with a muzzle over her lips. Shaking his head, he gripped her tighter and more intently. Hands roaming and wandering, her skin felt cool to the touch and almost like steel. 

“Law?” her voice sounded several tones too deep, prompting Law to almost break away from her lips pressed against his and look up into her eyes. But he couldn’t, he was too overwhelmed by the fact she was hare, and she was finally back, to care about anything else. 

Mila’s hand gently reached up and grasped his shoulder, pinching and rolling the flesh between her perched digits. Shaking him from her, her strength managed to pull him away from her and force his eyes to fall on hers. 

“Mila?”

All he could see in lieu of his lover was a sheet of pale paper with stains of ink and black coffee. 

He had fallen asleep at his desk once again. After too many sleepless nights of peering over the edge of the Polar Tang, hoping the figure beyond the horizon was a small blotch of pink blur, he finally fell prone to the melody of sleep. Thin, paper pages stuck to his face as he jolted upright, looking immediately to the large, white fur that clutched onto his shoulders. 

“Just me, Captain,” Bepo sighed softly, a small amount of sorrow caged at the corner of his tone, “I'm sorry I'm not Mila. It's-... It's been a while, hasn't it, sir?” The Polar bear mink gently reached for the page affixed to Law's face, peeling it from his skin and placing it back down in a neat pile in front of him. Several words from the parchment transported onto his skin, words in reverse staining his pores by marking his face with its blotches. 

“It's… it's been a while, yeah,” he chuckled dryly, drawing his thumb and index finger up to pinch his eyes in a bid to pry the sleep from them, “M’sorry, Bepo. How long was I-?”

“-You need to call her, sir,” the first-mate spoke over his Captain. Bepo’s dark eyes seemed to command him, prompting Law to feel taken aback by the notion. He was not used to the large bear giving him commands, and making a call to his lover seemed an odd thing for him to get up in arms about. 

Law sighed, smearing his hand down his face before taking his chin in his hands. Although Law seemed to raise a smile to his lips, there was no real joy in his expression. He was truly lost, a man without direction and plagued with more sleep deprivation than he was truly able to withstand. 

“Look, Bepo,” Law chuckled, drawing his hand down to the desk in front of him, “I don't even know where she is right now. She could be legions away-.”

“-She’s on Komugi Island, delivering the outcome of a contract for intention for betrothal,” Bepo stated in a matter of fact way, fishing up the slumbering transponder snail and placing it on Law’s desk, “She’s staying at an accommodation close to the Charlotte’s. Call her. Please call her, sir.”

Law groaned at the pushiness of his first mate, rolling his eyes and reaching for the transponder. Tapping the shell awake, he offered it a small piece of lettuce he kept on his desk for it in payment for being awakened so abruptly. Looking up at Bepo, he shook his head with his exhaustion hanging on the small puffs of his elevated eye-bags. 

“There a number I need to dial?” Law asked Bepo, who hastily spat the digits immediately. With a small grunt in gratitude with a hidden and flustered smile, Law waved Bepo away from the room and excused himself to the company of himself and the snail. 

Gently rolling onto her back, Mila toyed anxiously with the ends of her blush-colored hair. The accommodation on Komugi Island made her feel more dwarfed than ever, and she was relatively tall. The land of giants, with a tyrant overlord that could potentially lose their temper with the outcome of Mila’s delivery, was otherwise quite welcoming. The minister of flour ensured her safety, the room was comfortable, and the food was incredibly sweet and playful. 

The one thing that she felt truly absent from this experience was her friend and lover, the captain of the Heart Pirates. She wanted to be with him a little more often lately, but she wasn't quite sure why. There was something in the way her heart sang to him in the quiet hours.

Her body became rigid as she rolled over to her side to move within a curled position beneath the blankets. She drew up the linen material in a bid to press more weight into her. The warmth provided beneath the blankets was comforting, but it wasn't what she truly wanted. 

She wanted Law. 

Her job had her darting her lanky legs around all of the blues and beyond: hopping between ports within the grand line, and sprinting as a courier to deliver packages in a timely manner. She had formed connections, made bonds, curated an eclectic assortment of clients, and was a trusted ally to all those who depended on her services. She was good at her job, and her reputation by word of mouth shepherded her everywhere. 

But it didn't manage to take her to the Polar Tang for some time. She missed it. The yellow submarine piloted by her beloved, hat-wearing, broody captain that she hoped cherished her as much as she did him. She loved him, and wanted to stay with him and hold him within his quarters and his office until she was certain he would eventually become sick of her. 

It had been a while since Mila had experienced love in her heart, and when she met and learned about Law, it hit her like the reputable ‘gum-gum-pistol’ from their Straw-Hat ally. Love hit her so hard, she almost felt like her legs would buckle beneath its weight every time she saw him. 

But, unfortunately for the both of them, she still had a job to do. She hoped she would come across someone who was in need of a courier to deliver a package to the Tang, but for now, she lay quietly buzzing with energy beneath the weight of the heavy duvet. 

The Zoan-Fruit user always had trouble sleeping when facing a trial like this. A client may be disgruntled by a letter, and often want to keep her around to formulate an appropriate response to send back. Mila would get stuck in the crossfires often, and remind them softly: ‘I am just the courier, but I will ensure to relay your objectives when I deliver your response.’ She was nothing if not professional, and professional, she was. 

Struggling to find rest, Mila scrunched her eyes shut and focussed on the sounds of her environment. Sizzling plates from the restaurant outside, the chirp of sweet bug song, the thumping of her anxious blood flooding her face, the soft purr of her carrier snail ringing on her desk-.

-Mila jolted upright, throwing the duvet off her body with the expectation that her client was calling her into the main keep to relay her response to the outcome of the betrothal. Putting on her best ‘professional’ voice, Mila took a deep breath as her lips curled around her words. Just as she tasted those first syllables on her tongue, she halted at the voice on the other end. 

“Cottontail? You there?” 

She froze. Her skin almost buzzed with the haste her shock managed to sizzle beneath her flesh. Each follicle stood like static ignited the ends of her pink tufts as her eyes flew wide. Lip quivering, hastily split her lips up into a radiant and broad grin. 

“Law?” She almost squeaked, managing to compose herself enough to answer tastefully, “I’m here. I was just about to turn in for the night.” She heard Law gently huff out a curse alongside a subtle whisper of ‘time difference, I'm an idiot,’ which rose a flutter in her chest. 

Silence fled from the Den-Den, an awkwardness once again present between the two of them. Neither spoke, nor made a single sound to alert the other was present. The only knowledge that another person was on the end of the transceiver was the fact that it was their snails we're awake. 

As Mila plopped down on her bed once more, the snail tucked against her pillow and laying comfortably on the heavy linen, Law had managed to sneak into his personal quarters from his office, gently doing the same. 

Law’s personal Den-Den buzzed gently as he lay his head down on the pale cerulean silks of his firm pillow. Considering his earlier doze, he was still feeling groggy and lethargic while his head felt heavier than what his neck could truly carry. Rolling onto his side, he blinked his heavy eyelids and spoke softly into it. 

“What are…? What are you up to right now?” Law asked barely with a breath, his inhale and exhale softening out at the corners. He could almost feel Mila’s smile through the snail, picturing her face as his eyelids finally grew too heavy to remain open. 

“I'm in bed, talking with you,” Mila offered gently in return, lulling him into a soft tranquility with her voice. Law smiled, nuzzling against the bedsheets and drawing up his legs to become more comfortable. He hummed a small chuckle in return with a light flush rising in his dark cheeks. 

“You're right here with me, are you?” Law’s question ignited Mila’s cheeks with that rosy tint he loved to see with her fluster. 

“I'm right there,” she confessed with a little shrug in her shoulders, neatly tucking herself within her blankets and nestling them around herself. Gently rising her question in her chest, she felt the small amount of fluttering anxiety swelling her heart, truly wanting him to answer honestly and truthfully. “Are you…? Are you here with me too?” 

Not even a beat of a butterfly's wing passed between them as Law graced her with his answer. 

“I'm there. I'm right there beside you, and,” Law halted his words, taking his time to stretch his lips through a yawn of exhaustion, “I'm gonna be there with you until the morning. Are you tired?” 

“I'm not tired at all, are you?” Mila asked in response, trying to choke down the emotion at the ease his response gave to her. Through this trip, this trial of delivering such an important contract with the Charlotte's and the response they got from the recipient, it truly weighed on her. The exhaustion that came from it, the sorrow she felt at the lack of deliveries with the Tang, the way she truly wanted nothing more to be curled up in Law's quarters and listening to him talk about the latest addition to his coin collection - everything felt so raw at this moment. 

At such an innocent and easy question, and hers in return, she felt the well of emotions rise up in her chest and swell behind the closed dam of her teeth. 

Almost in a sense only captain's and doctors seemed to comprehend, and in the comfort Law truly wanted to receive from his beautiful courier, he whispered against the microphoned end of the snail. 

“Mila, I need you to talk,” he confessed to her, feeling the weight of his own release, “I need to hear your voice, I need to hear about your day, and I need to-...” He choked on his admission, feeling heavy and vulnerable as he laid in his bed, “...I haven't been able to sleep properly. I need to sleep, and you… You always seem to be able to help me switch off. Can you do that for me? I promise it won't take long-.”

“-I’ll do it, Captain,” she cut him off, her eagerness causing Law to chuckle in a low tone. “I'll talk your ear off, and I won't stop even if you beg me to.” Mila tucked herself completely in, laying on her back, and thinking where in her journey she should start her tale.

Recounting the initial retrieval of the response from the recipient of the Charlotte family’s proposal, she began spurting a relay of every event that transpired from there. Traveling the seas, running as fast as her legs could take her, meeting Charlotte Linlin and her sons: Oven, Cracker, and Katakuri, she spoke on it all. 

Every syllable the pink-haired Zoan-Fruit user was a sweet melody to the exhausted captain. Mila would ask questions to gauge where he was in his exhaustion, and Law would go from asking a question in return, to a one-worded answer, to a small grunt or moan in response. 

As Mila spoke on, the slow blinks from Law’s eyes opening a crack would reveal his Den-Den shell in one moment, before dissipating to see Mila in all her cottontail glory beside him in the next. She was there, truly there, and he felt every second of it. The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair, the smile on her lips: she was right there as she spoke within his mind’s eye.

Smiling, his chest rose and fell with each passing moment Mila would speak to him. He was prompted to set internal reminders to order some flour and sweets from Komugi island for the crew, utilizing Mila's service and giving her a reason to be with him. His rationale dictated it would be good for morale, and Penguin would appreciate the fresh produce.

Whereas all Law wanted was Mila.  As he drempt, all he pictured was the waves of lengthy pink hair from the back of Mila, holding her close in his dreams as she spoke. 

The next morning, he woke to hearing the soft rustle of Mila’s snores from the disgruntled and sleep deprived Den-Den snail, prompting him to give it a look of softened pity. A few small gentle taps to the eyeballs of the snail seemed to cause it comfort, so he continued to do so while he moved it over to the desk in the corner of his quarters. 

He waited until she woke naturally, truly reveling in the way her little sleep sounds were truly and distinctively hers. This only spurred him on to craft a finer arrangement of items he invented to guide her home to him. He wanted her home with him.

Their home, together, right there on the Polar Tang.

[maddymoreau]

Mr. House and Courier Six drawn by @boonnimii

[jymwahuwu]

Summary: You have been kidnapped and sold as a pet. Blade wants a pet. Content Warning: kidnapping, non-con, dehumanization, body modification (just nipples ><), lactation, humiliation, yandere

dark content, minors DNI

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-

Last week a man who lived down the street was taken and disappeared. People are talking about it. It was the employees of the Space Pet Home Company who caught him. Those disrespectful aliens roam the galaxies, capturing random species to sell. This is contemptible. Still, there's nothing anyone can do about it. Under the gaze of a powerful space civilization, the planet you live in is trampled like ants.

On the way home, you browsed the news with your mobile phone, and found that some people searched for the man's photo and selling price on the official website, and posted it on the discussion forum. They offer to raise funds to buy him back to the planet. This is already the most likely way to redeem them to their original planet. You clicked on a link to the pet company's website. Ironically, that's a cute design with clouds and a rainbow, and a little animation that brings the pet home. The website loaded for a while, and a picture of the man was displayed. He looked at the camera with a calm expression on his face. You have no idea what they did to him.

Name: ▄▆▄▂▅▅▄▃

Price: 200000

Below is a description of the pet. You read a few words and feel so sick and horrified. There is also "More Recommendations", which introduces pets of different species, from cats, tentacles, humans to supernatural creatures.

You close the page and want to donate some money. However, you feel a cold, prickly sensation in the back of your neck.

Half a second later, as if stepping on air in the sky, you plummet.

-

Blade was more irritable than ever. This time, the target of the mission made a provocation, leaving some traces, deliberately mocking them. He then "solved" them, a little rougher than usual. The problem is, for the next three days, he was just as "rough". He even declined Silver Wolf's invitation to play a racing game together. Silver Wolf remained expressionless, indicating that she didn't care, but the atmosphere became a little depressed.

"Bladie, did you know? Elio said you're getting a pet this month."

"I don't need a pet." No doubt, that's stupid.

Kafka's eyes narrow, and smiles. She said in a certain, seductive tone. "Are you sure? Imagine getting that little kiss after a mission…kneeling down to relieve you…"

"No," he snapped, getting up and walking into the darkness.

-

"Currently scanning for physical condition-"

"Number E92730012 is in good condition. Everything is fine."

"Suggestion: Transform the nipples into a breast-feeding state, and add drugs to enhance sensitivity."

You are in a coma, two robotic arms grab your hand and stretch out, and two needles are aimed at your nipples on both sides to inject medicine. Some subtle changes are transforming your boobs.

"Hmm…" Your head shook slightly, but your eyelids were so heavy that you couldn't open them, and you could only bear the sensitivity and a little pain on your chest. The machine continued to inject the medicine without mercy, and gradually, some white milk flowed out from the flower buds, dripping on the ground, exuding a sweet smell.

-

Not this… and not this.

None of them fit.

If the other Stellaron Hunters saw Blade now, they'd think he was nostalgic about something and wouldn't bother. No one knew he was looking at the official website of Space Pet House. He has searched with keywords, but the results are still not what he wants.

He decided to go to the store in person.

-

It's been three days, maybe… five days?

You can't believe that you've been captured and sold as a pet. The store was decorated like some kind of spider web, some kind of hideous lair. Placed across from you are about thirty transparent cages of various species, including six humans. Some people try to resist like you, slapping the cage and cursing at the clerk, only to get some accusing looks from them, like they are really looking at a naughty pet. Some had given up and stayed quietly in the cage, looking at the guests curiously.

Your neck is covered with a black lace choker and a heart bell. Clean water, food and toys are placed in the cage. You can't believe it and don't want to play with those toys for cats.

When those guests visit, they always whisper which pet is better and more suitable. Among all the customers, you are impressed by a certain man. His dark blue fringe draped over his forehead, and his waist was covered with long hair. His hair dangles along with certain bandages as he walks around the store. He's… charming, in every sense of the word, but creepy, with those red eyes that wander from cage to cage and finally stare at the cage you're in. This situation lasts for tens of minutes, scanning your information and prices.

You don't know if he wants to buy you, because when the clerk asks if he needs to go further and allow him to play with you for a while, he just walks away.

-

"It's been seven days… still no one wants to buy this pet. Why…"

"Maybe we can help."

-

"No…don't! Please! Please, I'll be good!"

You plead as you struggle. The clerk still pulls down your sheer clothes, exposing your breasts and locking your hands above your head. The tears in your eyes are swirling, whimpering, thick milk flowing down the swollen breasts.

The door bell rang and two guests came in. They looked around the store. When they caught a glimpse of you, their eyes visibly lit up and they walked in your direction.

"Today's special offer, milk production anytime...?" One of the guests read out the information under your cage in a low voice - that's the first time you know what's written there. The way they look at your naked breasts seems to be on fire in you. "sounds good."

"Didn't know you were interested in that." Another guest snickered.

"Such a beautiful little thing can change my mind. I hope this time the pet will not be destroyed so quickly…"

You shudder at the implications of his words - this is a lunatic who isn't taking care of pets. what should you do? What if you were bought by this person? You may be facing a more dire situation than you are now…

There is a raging and dangerous atmosphere wandering in the store. You see that familiar face from behind the two customers. He stood behind them, but didn't seem to see them at all. He feels his crotch tighten when he notices your breasts dripping with milk.

-

He licks away any sweet milk that pervades your swollen buds, sweet, rich, and creamy. His hand is rubbing your other breast and pinching your nipple. It doesn't take much force, the milk is already squirting. Your bewildered moan turns into a scream as your lower body bounces, the fluid squirting against his cock.

In the orgasm, you stick out your tongue, address him unconsciously, and touch his palm. It's cold.

"Blade." He said his name.

“…?”

You touch his chest, where the heart is beating and echoing. A warm feeling sinks in.

[biribaa]

can you do yandere yesman headcannons please? 👉👈♥️♥️(fnv)

sorry I love him so much and theres so little Abt him :(((

You don't have to if u want, no pressure 👌👌❤️ :)

Yandere!Yes Man x Courier/Reader

TW/CW: FNV spoilers, yandere behavior, controlling protection, kinda of kidnap? not rlly exactly kidnap but forcing you to stay in the lucky 38,,,

Yes Man? I say "Oh Man", even though he would be one of the most friendly...

It all started when you were friendly to the securitron, way too friendly. He couldnt believe he deserved this type of treatment, never could. So, he tried his best to be friendly towards you as well. Cute messages at your Pip-Boy, preventing sarcasm that sounds too harsh even after the upgrade, even the securitrons guards around are kind to your because of Yes-Man! He was never exposed to such affection from pretty much anyone...

Which would lead his passion to go in paths he didn't planned at all to go. Without even realizing, Yes Man had the habit to stalk you throught the other securitrons guards. And it felt right. It was for your sake after all, it had to be. He must continue then.

Yes Man can't understand why you always had to exit the Strip, or even Freeside. He's obviously just worried, of course, and need to know every bussines you have once time or another!!! The poor securitron just cares too much about you, and wants your safety only, inside the Lucky 38. You already risked your life too many times for New Vegas anyway.

When you started to argue about Yes Man being "way too protective" or "controlling"(oh please, he just wants your safety, that's all), that's when things starts to get difficult for him. Unexpected coming from Yes Man, he argues back, whining, desperately reassuring he just need you safe by his side. He wanted to prove it, he would for your sake, you deserved it, he know it, and you should too.

You didn't wanted to hurt Yes Man, nor did him, and it just made the robot felt more and more forced to make you stay in the Lucky 38 for the sake of your safety, where he could watch you every day and every night, making sure you were right there. It was perfect! You were safe, and right by his side.

"I know this lacks your... consent, but you need to trust me, this is the best way to solve this situation between us!" He comments with a smile. He always had his mouth curled into a smile with others. But with you, it was different.

He still allows you to go out sometimes, to solve bussines with the casinos or just anyone else. But nothing about leaving New Vegas.

Compared to... others, Yes Man definitely isn't the worst yandere you can have in the fallout universe, he still feeds, gifts, and in general spoils you a lot, and is going to do pretty much anything(I mean it) you request him to do for you.

[nikimisery]

Season 1 Episode 7 - Hook Man

It had been a few days since we had left St. Louis, and while the brothers had been incredibly sweet and understanding with me, I still found myself flinching away from Dean until his scent would hit me, and then I would be left apologizing over and over again and it would end with Dean hugging me, telling me that it was okay, that he understood, but the guilt I felt, knowing that it wasn’t really Dean on top of the face that that I couldn’t get what that monster wearing Dean’s face did to me out of my head... They kept telling me that they understood, they weren’t mad at my jumpiness, or the fact that I would growl if they got too close too fast, or the nightmares, but it was getting to me. I thought I was stronger than this. I knew I was stronger than this... Valkyrie had also been very quiet since everything had happened and that wasn’t helping. I tried talking to her about how she called Dean our mate, but she wouldn’t answer me.

“Alright, thank you for your time.” Sam’s voice sounded out from behind where Dean and I were sitting outside on the patio of this cute little diner we had found. His scent of coffee and books brushed over me as he joined us at the small table, taking the seat on the other side of Dean.  

“Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.” Dean made fun of him as he took a seat.  

“Bite me.” I almost spit out my drink at that bit of sass from Sam.  

“So, anything?”  

“I had them check the FBI’s Missing Persons Data Bank.” Sam started with a shake of his head. “No John Doe’s fitting Dad’s description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.”  

“Sam, I’m telling you, I don’t think Dad wants to be found.” Dean told him. The look on Sam’s face almost broke my heart. “Check this out. It’s a new item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It’s only about a hundred miles from here.”  

“The mutilated body was found near the victim’s car, parked on 9 Mile Road.” Sam read out loud, looking over the article Dean had pulled up on the laptop.  

“Keep reading.”  

“Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.”  

“Could be something interesting.” I spoke up.  

“Or it could be nothing at all.” Sam told me. “One freaked out witness who didn’t see anything? Doesn’t mean it’s the Invisible Man.”  

“But what if it is? Dad would check it out.” Dean said, backing me up. Sam just nodded before packing up, handing me my drink as I got up. Dean reached up, putting his hand on my lower back to guide me to the car, and dammit, I flinched again, but I didn’t move away. I refused to let this ruin me. I let him guide me to the car, opening the door and helping me in with a kiss to my hair.  

“Oh hey, Princess.” He started once he was in the car. “I got you something.” He shuffled around in his jacket pocket before he pulled out an iPod, handing it to me.  

“Dean, you didn’t have to do that.” I told him, but took the outstretched device, regardless. 

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I put a few songs on there I’ve heard you talk about, plus a couple that I know you like.”  

“You did, huh?” Sam said.  

“Okay, so I had Sam do it, but I bought it, okay?” I giggled a little at that.  

“Thank you, Dean...” I said, quietly. Sam tossed me a pair of headphones with a grin as I started going through the songs. There were a bunch of songs on there that Dean listened to in the car all the time, but also a bunch of other songs I didn’t know Dean even knew the names of. Fall Out Boy, Blink-182, Good Charlotte, but also Enya, Mozart, Eminem... I had always like listening to a wide variety of different music, and this made me so incredibly happy, seeing all of this. I put the headphones on and pressed shuffle, letting the music of the first song wash over me.  

“May it be an evening star 

Shines down upon you 

May it be when darkness falls 

Your heart will be true 

You walk a lonely road 

Oh, how far you are from home” 

I closed my eyes as the song played. This song was from one of my favorite movies. Dean had promised to watch it with me before everything happened, but we hadn’t had a chance to. I knew he would love it, it’s just up his alley. I had read the books a long time ago, also trying to get Dean to read them, but that just ended up in him telling me he would listen to me read it, but wouldn’t be caught dead actually reading it himself. I felt myself drift off, laid across the back seat with Dean’s jacket serving as a pillow, the scent of leather and pine drifting through my nose.  

The next thing I knew, I felt the car slowing down, coming to a stop outside a red, two-story. Dean got out, opening my door, letting me get out before closing it behind me.  

“One more time, why are we here?” Sam asked, climbing out of the car himself.  

“Victim lived here.” Dean said, leading the three of us over to a group of guys working on a rundown looking car. “Nice wheels.” He started, those boys looking over at him like he was crazy. “We’re your fraternity brothers. From Ohio. We’re new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay.” He finished up, pointing between himself and Sam.  

“What about her?” One of the guys asked, pointing at me, looking me up and down with a grin on his face.  

“Yeah...” Dean said, trailing off. He put his hand out behind him, reaching for me. Taking it, he pulled me up to his side. “She’s mine.” He said, finality in his tone, like he was daring the guys to try something, the look on his face was hard, but his hands were gentle, and boy, did those words cause all the butterflies, not just some, ALL OF THEM. The one that asked threw his hands up, showing he meant no harm, and one of the other guys quietly pointed where to go as we walked past them and into the house. Dean held my hand the whole time, never letting go of me, which I was grateful for, with how many unknowns were in this place and everyone was staring. We made our way up the stairs, to the room the guy outside told us to go to, Dean knocking lightly on the open door. Inside was a young dude wearing yellow basketball shorts painting himself purple.  

“Who are you?”  

“We’re your new roommates.” Dean said, smiling at the guy as he walked into the room. 

“Who’s she?”  

“She’s not your concern.” He answered him, pulling me in behind him, hand still in mine.  

“Do me a favor? Get my back. Big game today.” The kid held out the paintbrush, seemingly towards me, but as I was reaching out for it, Dean pushed his hands away from me, towards Sam.  

“He’s the artist. Things he can do with a brush.” Sam looked over at Dean and if looks could kill… Major bitch face. I giggled a little as Dean pulled me behind him and over to a chair, sitting down, subtly patting his leg, giving me the option to sit on his lap. I could tell he wanted me to, but he wasn’t going to make me. I made the decision, I could do this, so I settled down on his lap, his arm wrapping around me, pine and leather wrapping me up in a warm cocoon. “So...” He started, looking at a magazine sitting next to the chair, finding the kids name. “Murph. Is it true?”  

“What?”  

“We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week.”  

“Yeah...” Murph said, trailing off.  

“What happened?” Sam asked him, moving the brush over his back.  

“They’re saying some psycho with a knife. Maybe a drifter passing through. Rich was a good guy.” Murph told the brothers.  

  “Rich, he was with somebody?” Sam asked him.  

“Not just somebody. Lori Sorensen.” Murph answered him, sounding almost reverent.  

“Who’s Lori Sorensen?” Dean asked before turning to look at Sam. “You missed a spot. Just down there, on the back.” He finished, grinning. I smacked him, whispering to him. 

“Be nice to your brother.” I told him, but couldn’t quite keep the smile off my own face, which he noticed, shooting me a wink.  

“Lori’s a freshman. She’s a local. Super hot. And get this: She’s the reverend’s daughter.”  

“You wouldn’t happen to know which church, would you?” Dean asked, patting my leg so I would get up before taking my hand again. He pulled me out of the room behind him as Sam got the information on the church. His hand in mine was such a comfort to me. It’s so strange how, what happened to me, the shapeshifter wearing Dean’s face, could impact me so strongly, but it seemed like the only person who could bring me any solace was Dean. I wouldn’t question it, though, at that moment, I was okay.  

We opened the door to the church, Dean’s hands gently pushing me through the door, grabbing my hand again when we got inside, as we waited for Sam to join us.  

“Our hearts go out to the family of a young man who perished. And my personal prayers of thanks go out as well because I believe he died trying to protect my daughter.” The reverend paused, pointing down to Lori, in the audience. “And now, as time heals all our wounds, we should reflect on what this tragedy means. To us, as a church.” The sound of the door closing behind Sam echoed through the Sanctuary, cutting off the reverend and making literally every single person sitting in the pews turn to look at us. I ducked my head behind Dean’s shoulder, hiding from the eyes on us. After a second, the reverend continued. “As a community, and as a family. The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passings.” He said as we found a seat, filing into the pew, sitting down. “So, please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children.” As he finished speaking, everyone around us bowed their heads in prayer, except Dean. Sam elbowed him in the ribs, getting his attention, motioning towards everyone. When he noticed, he dropped his head, along with everyone else. After the service was over and we had made our way outside, we stood off to the side, waiting for Lori to come out. We spotted her make her way out, talking to a pretty girl with long, curly black hair.  

“I can’t. It’s Sunday night.” I heard her say.  

“It’s just us girls. We’re gonna do tequila shots and watch Reality Bites.” She said.  

“My dad makes dinner every Sunday night.”  

“Come on, Lori. I know this has been hard, but you are allowed to have fun.:  

“I’ll try.” Lori said to the girl, who rolled her eyes.  

“Okay.” She said, hugging Lori before leaving. We took that as our cue to approach her.  

“Are you Lori?” Sam asked her as soon as we reached her.  

“Yeah.”  

“My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean and his girlfriend, Freya.” He said as Dean and I waved at her.  

“Hi.” Dean said.  

“We just transferred here to the university.” Sam told her.  

“I saw you inside.” She said.  

“We don’t want to bother you. We just heard about what happened and...” Sam trailed off.  

“We wanted to say how sorry we were.” Dean finished for him.  

“I kind of know what you’re going through. I...” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “I saw someone... get hurt once. It’s something you don’t forget.” He finished. Lori was nodding at him when her dad joined us.  

“Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean and Freya. They’re new students.” She introduced us, Dean reaching out to shake his hand.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon.” Dean told him, releasing his hand and grabbing mine again.  

“Thank you very much. It’s so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.” The Reverend said to Dean, smiling at him. Dean chuckled momentarily, squeezing my hand before speaking again. 

“Listen, uh...” Dean started, pulling me with him to stand to the side, signaling to the Reverend that we’d like to talk to him in private. “We’re new in town, actually. And, uh, we were looking for a, um, a church group.” He finished, leading the Reverend away from Sam and Lori, giving them a chance to talk. I tuned out the conversation happening around me to listen in on Sam and Lori.  

“Tell me, Lori. What are the police saying?”  

“Well, they don’t have a lot to go on. I think they blame me for that.”  

“What do you mean?”  

“My story. I was so scared, I guess I was ‘seeing things’.” She told him sadly.  

“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.” Sam told her. 

“It was a pleasure to meet you.” The Reverend said, pulling me back to the conversation in front of me. He reached out his hand, shaking Dean’s first, then mine and then, with a kind smile, he walked away. 

“Let’s go get Sammy.” He said, pulling me behind him. 

“We should probably go to the library, see what we can find out about this ‘Invisible Killer’.” I said to Dean.

“So, you believe her?” Dean asked, pulling me along behind him as we walked through the library. 

“I do.”  

“Yeah, I think she’s hot, too.” He said, making me giggle a little.  

“No, man, there’s something in her eyes. And listen to this: She heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car.”  

“Wait, the body was suspended? That sounds like the -”  

“Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend.” Sam cut him off.  

“Wait, like THE Hook Man?” I asked, Sam just nodded at me.  

“That’s one of the most famous urban legends ever.” Dean said, pulling us down one of the isles. “You don’t think that we’re dealing with the Hook Man.”  

“Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began.”  

“Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches?” Dean asked. “And the tire punctures and the invisible killer?”  

“Well, maybe the Hook Man isn’t a man at all.” Sam began.  

“What if it’s some kind of spirit?” I finished for him. “Let’s find a table, ask the Librarian for the records we need.” I said, pulling on Dean this time, Sam following behind us.  

Dean and I found a table as Sam went to ask for help.  

“How you doing, Princess.” He asked, pulling a chair for me. He had become even more protective and attentive since the incident in St. Louis. I could probably, quite literally rip his arms from his body, but it didn’t seem to matter to him, my physical strength. He kept a watchful eye on me at all times and it made my chest feel warm when I thought about it.  

“I’m okay.” I told him. “I have my moments, like earlier in the Frat House, but I’m getting there.” Nodding his head, his hand reached out to settle on my thigh as Sam rejoined us, sitting on Dean’s other side. “Hey, boys?”  

“Yeah?” Sam said. 

“What’s up?” Dean said at the same time.  

“Thank you.” I said, causing them both to nod. “No, really. Thank you. For everything.”  

“You don’t have to thank us, Shortcake.” Sam said, placing his hand on top of mine, where I had laid it on the table. “You’re family.” The words brought tears to my eyes, but I tried to blink them away before they could fall. Dean’s hand squeezed my thigh, causing me to look at him.  

“He’s not wrong, you know.” He said. “You don’t have to thank us.” Then he smirked at me before talking again. “But if you really want to thank us, focus on getting better. And let us help you when you need it.” Smiling at him, I nodded, one tear escaping as I looked at him. He reached up, using his thumb to wipe away the stray tear.  

“Here you go.” The librarian said, interrupting the moment. “Arrest records going back to 1851.” She all but dropped two heavy boxes on the table in front of us, dust flying everywhere. Dean leaned forward, blowing some of said dust off the box in front of us. “Okay.” She said, turning and walking away. Dean watched her go for a moment before turning back to Sam with an eyebrow arched.  

“So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?” Dean asked Sam.  

“Welcome to higher education.” He said, opening the box, pulling out files and distributing them out to us. I giggled a little before opening the file.  

“He’s not wrong.” I said, reading over the information in front of me. Not finding anything, I closed it and moved on to the next one. That went on for what felt like hours, before Sam spoke up, having moved to the stack behind us, reading out of one of the books there.  

“Hey, check this out.” He said, motioning for Dean to come join him. “1862. A preacher named Jacob Karnes was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes.” I turned in my chair, abandoning what I was reading to give my full attention to what he was saying. “Uh, right here, ‘some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh’.” He read.  

“Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook.” Dean read.  

“Look where all this happened.” Sam said, pointing to a different page.  

“9 Mile Road.”  

“Same place where the frat boy was killed.” I filled in.  

“Nice job, Dr. Venkmen.” Dean said, turning back to me. “Let’s go check it out.” Sam started gathering everything up as Dean came back over to the table, reaching his hand out for me. “Ready, Princess?” Nodding, I reached up for his hand, letting him pull me up and after him out of the library.  

                After we left the library, Dean took us to get something to eat before we went out to the crime scene. We walked into this cute little diner, finding a seat in a corner booth.

             “In you go, princess.” Dean told me, pushing me into the booth first. Our waiter came up, I was still having a hard time with unfamiliar men, so I just looked down, pushing myself further into the booth. If the boys noticed, they didn’t say anything. Dean ordered me a Dr. Pepper, because let’s face it, Dr. Pepper is life, before turning to me. “You looking for anything in particular?” He asked, pointing to the menu, but I just shook my head no. His hand found my thigh under the table, giving me a reassuring squeeze as the waiter brought our drinks back and sat them on the table. He asked if we were ready to order, so they boys went ahead, Dean ordering for me since I was having a bit of a hard time at the moment as Sam opened my straw, putting it in my cup. They did it for me, almost unconsciously, without a second thought, and it made my heart swell in my chest. They talked about the case a little bit as I stared out the window, trying to take in the area around us. His hand never left my thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. It was almost distracting, I won’t lie. The memory of his hands and lips and especially his thigh was still fresh in my mind, causing heat to zing through my body. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, one second, I wanted nothing more than to completely turn myself over to this man, but the next, panic would take over me and my throat would swell shut. I hated it. I hated myself for feeling all of this, but I didn’t know what to do, what to think. What was the right thing to do? What was the right thing to think?

             “Here you go.” Our waiter said, placing our food down in front of us. I’ll be completely honest with you, I didn’t even hear what Dean had ordered for me.

             “Thanks.” Sam told him, shooting him a smile and a nod. Dean pushed my plate over in front of me, causing me to look down to see what I had. A smile broke out on my face when I realized he had ordered one of my favorite meals. A chicken sandwich, bacon, tomato, Swiss cheese and ranch with a side of onion rings. I turned to say thank you, but he just shook his head with a smile, squeezing my thigh.

             “Eat, Princess. We got a ghost to hunt.” Was all he said before digging into his own burger. 

             It was well after dark as we pulled down the little dirt road that led to our destination. Sam had the spotlight that was hooked to the car going, searching around the area as Dean pulled the car to a stop, getting out and opening my door for me before making his way to the trunk. He opened it up, propping open the weapons compartment before pulling out a double barrel shotgun, handing it to Sam.

             “Here you go.” He said. He pulled out a second one, handing it to me.

             “If it is a spirit, buckshot won’t do much good.” Sam told him, checking the gun.

             “Yeah, rock salt.”

             “Huh. Salt being a spirit deterrent.” Sam replied. Dean pulled out a coil of rope before he shut the trunk, grabbing my hand, and walking off towards the line of trees we had parked in front of.

             “Yeah. It won’t kill them, but it will slow them down.” He told Sam.

             “That’s pretty good. You and Dad think of this?”

             “I told you, you don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius.” I heard a noise right as he finished speaking, so I pulled on Dean’s hand, pointing to my ear, making him stop and listen as well. “Over there, Over there.” He said, pointing, Sam cocking and raising his gun towards the sound. There was a tense pause as we waited for whatever it was to show themselves, rustling in the trees in front of us, but to our surprise, it wasn’t a ghost, spirit, or anything else we might be hunting. It was the sheriff.

             “Put the guns down now!” He said, pointing his own at us as he emerged. “Now! Put your hands behind your head.” I dropped the gun as quickly as I could, following his orders.

             “W-w-wait, okay, okay!” Dean said, putting the rope down before putting his hands up.

             “Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!” We lowered ourselves down, kneeling on the gravel as he approached us. “Now, get down on your bellies. Come on, do it!”

             “They had the guns…” Dean said, trailing off as he laid down.

             “Jackass.” I whispered to Dean, but he just shot me a smirk.

             “Brat.”  

                We had been separated as soon as we got to the station, but I could still hear the boys talking to whoever was interrogating them. Sam had, thus far, refused to answer any questions. Dean on the other hand, hadn’t stopped talking since we got in here, talking about how much fun he had been having, out with his girl, hazing this new idiot pledge. It was funny, I won’t lie, but I think I was getting separation anxiety. I didn’t have either brother with me and it was making me nervous. It was almost like he knew I was feeling that way because I heard his voice, clear as day, coming through the walls.

             “Relax, Princess. I’ll have us out of here soon.”

             It wasn’t a fix all, but it definitely helped me breathe easier.

             “Ma’am?” a woman’s voice broke me out of my listening, coming into the door. “I just need to ask you a few questions.” She said, closing the door behind her. Good. At least it was a female officer.

             “Yeah. Okay.”

             “What were you doing out there with those two boys tonight?” My mind flashed to what I heard Dean telling them earlier, so I decided to play into it, grabbing a strand of my hair and twirling it around my finger.

             “My boyfriend thought it would be funny.” I said in a nasally voice, trying to play the dumb blonde college girl thing up.

             “Funny for what?” She asked.

             “Something about some stupid prank on that new kid.”

             “And why did you have a gun?”

             “He said it would be even more funny if I had one too. It didn’t even have any of those red thingies in it.” I said, alluding to the normal shells used for shotguns.

             “Yeah…” The officer said, trailing off. I was obviously doing way too good of a job at selling it because she rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, mumbling ‘Lord help me’ under her breath before she stood back up, walked around to my side of the table and undid my cuffs. “You’re free to go. Just… Stay out of the woods… and maybe find a new boyfriend.” She said, ushering me out of the room and down the hall. Dean and Sam were already there, waiting on me.

             “But he’s like, so cute though!” I said to the officer, pouting as I looked at her, but she just rolled her eyes at me.

             “On you go.” She replied, giving me a gentle push towards the boys. Dean had an eyebrow raised at me as I reached them, the smirk back on his face.

             “So cute, huh?” He said, taking his hand in mine.

             “Hush.” I told him, sticking my tongue out at him, making him laugh a little at me before turning to his brother.

             “Saved your ass!” He said, pulling me out of the station, Sam behind us. “Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Dude, I’m Matlock.” 

                “But how?” Sam asked, watching the door close with a confused look on his face.

             “He told him you were a dumbass pledge and that we were hazing you.” I added.

             “And the shotgun?” Sam asked, bitch face in full swing.

             “I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know. Typical Hell Week prank.” Dean replied.

             “And your shotgun?” Sam turned to me.

             “I told them,” I began, raising my free hand and making quotations in the air. “My boyfriend said it would be so much more funny if I had a gun too. Like… it didn’t even have any of those red thingies in it!” Totally overdramatizing the way I spoke, but getting my point across, regardless. Dean busted out laughing as soon as I finished talking, Sam’s bitch face was back in full effect.

             “Very funny.” He said, glaring at his brother and I. “And they believed you?”

             “Well, you look like a dumbass pledge.” He said, getting cut off by several different officers running out of the building to their cars.

             “The hell?” I said, sharing a look with the boys before Dean opened my door and ushered me inside, getting in and following the cars. 

                We pulled up to the street of Lori’s Sorority House, but we couldn’t get down it, due to how many cop cars and ambulances were already on the scene, so we parked a little ways down before Dean turned to me.

             “What can you hear?” He asked. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and started sifting through all of the different noises reaching my ears before I heard the familiar voice of the Reverend speaking to the same sheriff that arrested us the night before, focusing on that, relaying back to the boys what was being said.

             “I just want to take her home.” The Reverend said.

             “I understand that, Reverend, but Lori’s now connected to two murders, and I can’t ignore that.”

             “Listen to me. Arrest her now, or let me take her home.” There is a pause before the Sheriff speaks again.

             “Make sure she’s available for questioning.”

             “Thank you…” He said, ending the conversation with the sheriff. “Sweetheart, you ready to go home?”

             I told the boys what was going on, and we had decided that maybe we should just sneak into the sorority house so we could see for ourselves what was going on, so Dean pulled the Impala away from the curb, driving around to the next street over before parking behind the house.

             “Why would the Hook Man come here?” Sam asked as we reached the house, walking quietly across the grass. “This is a long way from 9 Mile Road.”

             “Maybe he’s not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it’s something else.” Dean told him, immediately pushing the two of us back against the house as two of the girls came out of the side entrance, but they were talking to each other, not paying any attention to us. “Dude, sorority girls! Think we’ll see a naked pillow fight?” He asked, watching the girls walk away, but we ignored him. Sam had already made his way up to the roof by the time Dean noticed he wasn’t there anymore. I jumped up, reaching the edge of the room, pulling myself up and ‘accidentally’ kicking Dean in the back of the head in the process.

             “Sorry…” I said as he joined me up on the roof, rubbing the back of his head. “I was too busy watching those girls, didn’t see you there.” I smirked at him, but he just glared at me.

             “Yeah, yeah.” He said, but you could tell he wasn’t really mad at me. He grabbed my hand, pulling me back along behind him as we made our way across the roof to where Sam was opening a window. Sam made his way in, followed by Dean. I was getting ready to go in after him when I heard him and Sam start fighting. “Oh, sorry!” Dean said.

             “Be quiet.”

             “You be quiet!”

             “You be quiet!” Sam’s voice came as I finally made my way through the window.

             “How about you both be quiet or I’m going to smash your heads together!” I told them, causing them both to immediately shut up and look at the ground, each mumbling an apology before I made my way to the door of the closet we were in. “Fuck, there is a lot of blood out there.” I whispered, pulling back from the door before I could even look out, so Sam took over, pushing the door open a little before jerking back.

             “Cops.” He whispered, putting his finger to his lips. Dean’s hand found mine again as I was trying to regulate the iron smell of blood surrounding me. A thought popped in my head then, so I stepped closer to Dean, leaning my forehead down on his shoulder and taking a deep breath. Relief flooded through me when, instead of the sharp iron smell of blood, I got pine trees and leather. He didn’t say anything, just stayed quiet as I was breathing, squeezing my hand in silent support. We only had to wait a few more seconds for the officer to leave the room, Sam pushing the door open and walking out, Dean pulling me out behind him.

             “You were right…” Dean said, trailing off and squeezing my hand again. “There is a lot of blood here.”

             “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” Sam read.

             “That’s right out of the legend.” I told them.

             “Yeah, that’s classic Hook Man all right.” Dean said. I tapped my nose when he finished speaking.

             “Do you smell that? It took me a second with all the blood, but…” I said.

             “It’s definitely a spirit.”

             “Yeah, I’ve never smelled ozone this strong before.” Sam told us. Dean had let go of my hand for a second to walk over to the window, checking outside, so I took the opportunity to walk around myself, coming to the end of bed, I noticed something on the wall.

             “Hey, come here.” I said, both boys joining me. “Does that look familiar to you?”

             “Yeah… Yeah it does.” Sam answered me.

             “Let’s get out of here.” I said, pulling the boys back into the closet with me so we could get back out the same way we got in. “Don’t make so much noise this time.” I told them, pushing them towards the window.

             “Yes mom.” Sam sassed me pulling himself out of the window, but Dean just smirked at me before he spoke.

             “Yes ma’am.” He said, winking at me and followed Sam. Once we were back at the car, the boys sat on the hood while I got the paper we nabbed from the library out of the back seat, handing it to Sam as I rounded the car, standing in front of them.

             “It’s the same symbol. Seems like it’s the spirit of Jacob Karns.” Sam said, pointing at the symbol at the bottom of the page.

             “All right, let’s find the dude’s grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down.”

             “It’s not going to be that simple.” I told him.

             “Why?”

             “After execution,” Sam started, reading what I had already gone over out loud. “Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.” He finished, the brothers shooting looks at each other.

             “Super.” Dean complained, standing up and grabbing my hand, pulling me around the car with him.

             “Okay, so we know it’s Jacob Karns.” Sam said. “But we still don’t know where he’ll manifest next. Or why.”

             “I’ll take a wild guess about why. I think your little friend Lori has something to do with it.” Dean answered him, pulling a ticket off his windshield before opening the door for me to get in, before getting in himself. Sam had a look on his face that said he didn’t quite believe what Dean said, but he didn’t question it as he pulled away from the curb. 

                “Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked Dean, adjusting my tank top one more time. I had decided to wear a pair of tight, dark blue jeans, knee high boots and a low cut black tank.

             “You look hot, Princess.” He said, raking his eyes over me. “Plus, we’ll be right there the whole time, no one will bother you.”

             “Yeah, okay…” I trailed off, taking his hand before he had a chance to reach for mine. “Let’s just do this.” I told them. They both nodded before walking into a party at the frat house we were in a few days ago. The sounds of the party hit me all at once, almost overwhelming me, but I kept a solid grip on Dean’s hand, grounding myself as we made our way through the people. Dean and I elected to see if we could find out any information about Jacob Karns or any other mysterious happenings around the party, so with a reluctant sigh, I let go of Dean’s hand, causing him to turn to look at me with a questioning look.

             “You okay?”

             “Yeah, but if we’re going to get information, I gotta mingle.”

             “You can stay with me… You know we can figure this out without all that.” He said.

             “I know, but I gotta get out of this funk, out of my shell at some point.” I told him, noticing a pool table over in the corner surrounded by college kids. “I’ll be over there.” I said, pointing to the table. “Just don’t go far.” With that, I turned, took a deep breath and made my way over to the table. I could feel his eyes on me, letting me know he was keeping watch over me. “You boys like pool?” I asked with a grin.

             “Hell yeah, you know how to play?” A blonde guy asked me, walking up to me. I could feel the panic trying to make it’s way into my throat, but I pushed it down. I could do this.  

             “I love playing!” I said, college girl persona back in place.

             “How about we play for something?” He asked, stepping closer to me.

             “What did you have in mind?”

             “How about, if I win, I get your number. If you win, you get whatever you want.”

             “Whatever I want?” I asked, twirling my hair around my finger again.

             “Whatever you want.” He repeated.

             “You’ve got yourself a deal.” I told him.

             “I’ll let you break.” He said, walking around setting up the table. I took my position as soon as he was done, intentionally messing up my shot, barely even moving the pool balls around the table. I could see his smirk out of the corner of my eye, he thought this was going to be an easy win.

             “So,” I began as he looked around the table, deciding where to make his shot. “It’s so awful what happened to Rich.” I said, gauging his reaction. I could smell the initial surprise followed by a twinge of both sadness and annoyance.

             “Yeah, he was a pretty okay dude.”

             “What happened?” I asked, watching him sink a stripe. 15. He went again, sinking both 11 and 9 before it was my turn.

             “He was stabbed to death.” I inhaled, acting shocked as he spoke.

             “Does that happen around here a lot?” I asked, hand over my chest.

             “No, don’t worry, nothing will happen to you.” He said, smirking at me. I could see Dean, slowly circling the pool table, just on the edge of the crowd as we played. It was my turn then, so I stepped up to the table, eyeing it for my best shot.

             “What do you know about Jacob Karns?”

             “The crazy old preacher from back in the day?” My surprise was real this time as I glanced at him. “I’m an anthropology major.” He explained.

             “Yeah, that would be the one.” I said with a nod, lining up my shot, sinking the 2 ball.

             “Just know that he went crazy, murdered a bunch of hookers, got sent to prison and executed.” He told me, all things I already knew as I sank 6, 3 and 1.

             “Do you know where he’s buried?” I asked, receiving a look that just screamed ‘what the hell’ from him. “I’m writing a paper on him in my local history class.” I missed the shot for 5 ball, letting him take a turn.

             “Some old cemetery out off Ankeny Blvd.” He said, watching me. “His plot is out in the back, away from the other graves.” He lined up and took out the 10 and 14 balls before missing on 13. It was my turn so I lined up, sinking the 4 and 5 ball in one shot. “Thought you said you weren’t very good at this.”

             “I never said that. I think I said I loved playing…” I told him, trailing off as I set up my shot for the 7, sinking it. I studied the table, trying to find a good shot for the 8, but I wasn’t finding one when I heard Dean whisper from his spot in the crowd.

             “Corner pocket, other side of the table.”

             I smirked as I heard his voice, following his advice. I called it to the blonde boy, whose name I still didn’t know.

             “Right corner pocket.” I told him, pointing to it with my pool stick, before sinking it.

             “Well, good looking, looks like you won.” He said, setting his stick down on the table before coming around, standing right in front of me. “What is it that you want?” I didn’t answer him right away, finding Dean’s eyes in the crowd and sticking my hand out to him. I turned back to the blonde as he reached me, taking my hand.

             “Yeah, him.” I answered, pulling him with me and away from the shocked looking blonde, Dean snickering behind me. We found Sam standing in the middle of the party, looking so out of place. “Look at him.” I told Dean. “He looks like such an awkward sasquatch.” I giggled. He just laughed before pulling me over to his brother.

             “Hey.” Sam said, noticing us.

             “Man, you’ve been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!” Dean told him, watching a group of girls walk past us. I poked him in the ribs at that, causing him to lean down and whisper to me. “Jealous, Princess?” My cheeks flared at that.

             “Focus, Sugar.” I told him, pushing his face away from mine, but he definitely caught the blush on my face, regardless of the low lights.

             “This wasn’t really my experience.” Sam told us.

             “Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A’s?” He asked, watching Sam nod in agreement. “What a geek.”

             “Hey, now. I was the same way.” I admonished him.

             “Yeah, but I guarantee you were hot while doing it.” He told me with a wink, but I just scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. He pinched my hip before turning back to Sam.

             “Alright, you do your homework? Freya got a little bit of information from the Brad Pitt wannabe, over there, but not a lot we didn’t already know.”

             “Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori?” Sam started, but Dean silenced him, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from as many ears as he could. “So I think I came up with something.” He told us, unrolling the piece of paper he had in his hand.

             “1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage.” Dean read off.

             “There’s a pattern here. In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force.” He told us as we walked through the house. “Killings carried out – get this – with a sharp instrument.”

             “What’s the connection to Lori?” Dean asked.

             “A man of religion?” I told him. “Who openly preaches against immorality?” I swear I watched the light bulb go on in that man’s brain.

             “Except maybe this time, instead of saving the whole town, he’s just trying to save his only daughter.” Sam finished for me.

             “Reverend Sorensen. You think he’s summoning the spirit?” Dean asked us.

             “Maybe.” I said.

             “Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?” Sam asked.

             “Yeah, the spirit latches on to the reverend’s repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay.” Dean said, thinking it all over.

             “Without the reverend ever even knowing it.”

             “Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight.” Dean told him. Sam nodded before speaking.

             “What about you two?” Dean looked away, a blonde girl standing by the pool tables was staring at us and I shot her a smile.

             “We’re gonna go see if we can find that unmarked grave.” He said with a grimace, cursing under his breath before he pulled me behind him and out of the house, leaving Sam behind. When we reached the car, he pulled me with him to the driver’s door, opening it and ushering me in and across the seat. “You good?” He asked. “You didn’t have to do that.” He told me, his hand on my thigh as he drove away from the house. I thought over his question for a second before I answered him.

             “Yeah. I am, actually. I thought it would be harder than that, but I knew you were there the whole time.” I told him, shyly. He didn’t reply, but he did squeeze my thigh before speaking again.

             “What exactly did he say? Off Ankeny Blvd?” He asked, changing the subject.

             “Yeah. He said the plot was away from the other graves.”

             “Good, that should make things a little easier.” He said, pulling the car into the cemetery. Finding a place to park, he got out, going to the trunk to get a couple of shovels. I took that time to change out of the boots I was in and into a pair of sneakers. There was no way in hell I was going to go desecrate a grave in heels. “You ready?” He asked, shutting the trunk.

             “Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me with him as we started making our way through the cemetery. He had his flashlight, but I just flashed my eyes, looking at the headstones as we walked. A twig snapping in the bushes around us had him pausing, pulling me close to him.

             “Relax, it’s just a deer.” I told him after a second of watching the bushes. The doe just watching us before she walked away.

             “I’m perfectly relaxed.” He said with a scoff, pulling me with him again. It took us a few minutes, but we finally found a headstone with the same symbol that was on the wall back in Lori’s room. “Here we go.” He said, walking over to it, setting down his bag before handing me one of the shovels he had gotten. We got to work without any words, digging as fast as we could. It took us several hours, but we were almost there. I was all the way in the hole at this point, Dean’s head coming just above the edge of where we started digging. “That’s it.” He said as we finally got to the casket. “Next time, we get to watch the cute girl’s house.” He said, grunting as he finally broke through the wooden top. “Hello, preacher.”

             “What, this not your idea of a good time?” I sassed at him, causing him to roll his eyes at me.

             “How is it, we’ve been working non stop, digging, and you look like you’ve barely broken a sweat?"

             "I don’t know… could be because I’m fuckin awesome.” I laughed at him, pulling myself out of the grave, turning to help him out.

             “Sure, princess. Sure.” He said as he opened the bag, pulling out the salt and the lighter fluid. “Fuckin awesome. Right. In what universe?” He sassed right back.

             “All of them.” I said, grabbing the salt out of his hand. I started pouring it over him, saturating every inch of him that I could before Dean started soaking his bones in the lighter fluid. Once he was done, he pulled a couple matches out, striking them all at once, throwing them down onto the bones.

             “Goodbye, preacher.” He said. I took the lighter fluid and the matches from him, packing the bag back up and throwing it over my shoulder as he watched the bones burn. The sun was starting to come up by the time we made our way back to the Impala, Dean’s hand in mine again. When we reached the car, he opened the driver's door again, for me to slide in, but I paused, turning to look at him. He shot me a questioning look, but I just leaned up, placing a kiss on his soft lips.

             “Thank you.” I told him.

             “I’m not sure what I did, but if this is the thanks I get, remind me so I can do it again.” I smiled up at him, shaking my head a little before I spoke.

             “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, in getting through all of this.” I told him. His hand came up, cupping my face before he leaned in this time, pressing into me. The kiss was sweet, reminding me of that night, slow and steady, but still filling me with that same intense heat. His phone ringing is what caused him to pull back, breaking the kiss. As he pulled it out of his pocket, I leaned my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his free arm coming up and wrapping around me. I listened to what was being said, Sam was calling to inform us that the Reverend was in the hospital and that’s where he was.

             “Come on, Princess, let’s go meet up with Sammy.” He said, pulling back from the hug and gently pushing me into the car. 

                Walking into the hospital, I pulled Dean behind me, following Sam’s voice. I could hear him speaking to the sheriff. We found him, down at the end of the hallway we were walking down, but we were stopped by a couple of officers, holding their hands out, not wanting to let us through.

             “No, it’s alright, we’re with him. He’s my brother.” Dean told the officers. “Hey! Brother!” He yelled out, hand in the air, waving, getting Sam’s attention.

             “Let him through.” The sheriff talking to Sam waved to the officers.

             “Thanks.” Dean said, pulling me along behind him. “You okay?” He asked as soon as we reached Sam.

             “Yeah.”

             “What the hell happened?”

             “Hook Man.”

             “You saw him? Dean asked.

             “Damn right.” Sam said, stopping us from moving any farther with a hand on Dean’s arm. “Why didn’t you torch the bones?”

             “What are you talking about, we did.” He said, gesturing between the two of us. “You sure it’s the spirit of Jacob Karns?”

             “It sure as hell looked like him. And that’s not all. I don’t think the spirit is latching on to the reverend.”

             “Well, yeah, the guy wouldn’t send the Hook Man after himself.” Dean said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

             “I think it’s latching onto Lori.” Sam told him. “Last night, she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman.”

             “So what?” I smacked Dean in the arm when he said that.

             “So she’s upset about it. She’s upset about the immorality of it. She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished.”

             “Okay, so she’s conflicted. And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching onto the repressed emotions and maybe he’s doing the punishing for her, huh?” Dean said, seemingly pretty proud of himself.

             "Right. Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, dad has an affair.”

             “Remind me not to piss this girl off.” Dean said, pausing as one of the doctors walked past where we were standing. “But we burned those bones, she buried them in salt. Why didn’t that stop him?”

             “You must have missed something.”

             “No. We burned everything in that coffin.”

             “What wasn’t in the coffin, Sugar?” I asked him, the idea hitting me that I never once saw the hook. He gave me a questioning look, so I kept talking. “The hook was missing. I didn’t even think about it until now.” I said.

             “The hook?”

             “Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was a part of him.” Sam explained.

             “So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power.” Dean realized.

             “So, if we find the hook…” Sam started.

             “We stop the Hook Man.” They both said, together.

             “You guys are so cute.” I said, walking away, back down the hall. 

                We made our way back to the library we were at earlier, looking through more logbooks and records, trying to figure out what happened to the personal effects of Jacob Karns. We each had a big, heavy book open in front of us, but it was Dean that found the first bit of information.

             “Here’s something, I think. Logbook, Iowa State Penitentiary.” He said, pulling the pen lid he was chewing on out of his mouth. “Karns, Jacob. Personal effects: Disposition thereof.”

             “Does it mention the hook?” Sam asked him, looking over at the book next to him.

             “Yeah, maybe.” He said, moving his finger over the page, looking for the right words. “Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner’s house of worship, S. Barnabas Church.”

             “Is that where Lori’s father preaches?”

             “Yeah.”

             “Where Lori lives?” I asked.

             “Maybe that’s why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends’ daughters for the past 200 years.” Dean said, turning to look over at me before looking back at his brother.

             “Yeah, but if the hook were at the church or Lori’s house, don’t you think someone might’ve seen it? I mean, a bloodstained, silver-handled hook?” Sam asked.

             “Check the church records.” Dean suggested. We all got up at that point, splitting up, looking for something that would help, and ended up in the sitting area, books spread out all around us. Dean was sitting in a chair, leaning up against a pillar while I was sitting on the floor in front of him, leaning against one of his legs as we read.

             “St. Barnabas donations, 1862.” Sam spoke from where he was sitting in front of us. “Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged.” Letting out a sigh, Sam closed the book. “They melted it down. Made it into something else.”

             “Let’s go.” Dean said, closing his own book, taking mine from my hands before helping me up.

                It was dark by the time we finally made it out of the library. Dean drove us to the church, opening my door to let me out when we parked.

             “Alright, we can’t take any chances.” He said, once everyone was out of the car. “Anything silver goes in the fire.”

             “I agree. So, Lori’s still at the hospital. We’ll have to break in.”

             “Alright, take your pick.”

             “I’ll take the house.” Sam told him.

             “Okay.” Dean replied, taking my hand, pulling me behind him towards the church. “Hey.” He called back, pausing for a second. Once Sam was facing him again, he spoke. “Stay out of her underwear drawer.” He smirked, pulling me behind him again. I smacked his arm for that one.

             “He’s not you.”

             “He’s a lot freakier than you give him credit for.” He said, chuckling to himself.

             “Hush, you.” I said, opening the door for him to walk through. Together, we started systematically working our way through the church, anything that looked even slightly silver was grabbed before we made our way downstairs, where the furnace was, getting it up and running.

             “I got everything that even looked silver.” Sam’s voice called out as he descended the stairs and into view.

             “Better safe than sorry.” Dean answered him, coming over to join us, helping us throw everything into the fire. I heard the door open and close, softly, before I grabbed Dean’s arm, footsteps loud enough for the boys to hear followed. “Move, move.” He said, grabbing his gun and pulling me with him up the stairs, but when we noticed it was Lori there, Dean nudged Sam, motioning for him to go talk to her, before pulling me back downstairs with him. “What are they talking about?” He asked me, once we were back downstairs.

             “She’s not okay. She knows this is all her fault, but she doesn’t understand, she thinks Karns is some kind of ‘avenging angel’, her words. He’s trying to comfort her.” I told him. I could still hear them talking, but I heard a separate noise now too. “Dean…” I started. “Something’s not right.” The words were barely out of my mouth before we heard Lori let out a scream. I took off before I could even think about it, racing up the stairs as fast as I could. I found them in the foyer by the door we went down and barreled into Sam, knocking him out of the way just in time for the hook to dig straight into my shoulder. I let out a scream as he dug in, the hook pushing it’s way back out the front of my chest. “Go!” I screamed at him, motioning him to go after Lori, who, at this point, was all the way down at the other end of the hallway, laying on the floor. I swiped at the spirit in front of me with a little iron dagger I had found in my jacket pocket, causing him to disappear, but I wasn’t fast enough to stop him reappearing in front of Sam and Lori, knocking Sam back into the wall. He fell to the floor, a bookshelf dropping down on top of him. I raced, as fast as I could, to try and get them both up, but Dean’s words halted my actions.

             “Sam, drop!” Sam hit the deck just as Dean let off a shot, causing the spirit to disappear again.

             “I thought we got all the silver?” I asked, leaning against the wall, holding my shoulder. I was healing, but it still hurt and it was bleeding, quite a lot.

             “So did I.” Dean answered.

             “Then why is he still here?” Sam asked next.

             “Well, maybe we missed something!”

             “Lori, where did you get that chain?” Sam asked her.

             “My father gave it to me.”

             “Where’d your dad get it?” Dean asked next, impatience coloring his words.

             “He said it was a church heirloom, he gave it to me when I started school.”

             “Is it silver?!” Sam asked.

             “Yes!” She cried as Sam yanked the chain off her neck. Scratching noises started up down the hall behind me, all of us turning our heads to watch as the hook made a long gouge in the wall before jumping over to the opposite wall.

             “Sam!” Dean yelled out, throwing his shotgun to him before Sam threw him the necklace. Dean also threw the last two salt rounds at him that he had with him, but Sam missed them. They landed on the floor right next to Lori. I booked it over to Sam, picking up the shells, just as he shot at the place where the hook left its last mark, then he dropped. Taking the shells from me, he loaded the gun, but just as he was about to aim again, Karns appeared right in front of him, knocking the gun out of his hands. I grabbed Sam by the collar of his jacket, shoving him behind me as I placed myself between Karns and Sam. Lori was still on the ground doing her best to hide behind Sam. Karns lifted his hook, moving to swipe it down across me again when he burst into flames. Dean must have gotten the necklace in the furnace just in time. I collapsed back against Sam as soon as he was gone, holding my shoulder. It wasn’t bleeding as badly now, but it still hurt like a bitch. Dean appeared right after that, rushing over to us after taking a look around, assessing the situation. Dropping to his knees next to me, he brought his hands up, moving mine off my shoulder before taking a look at it. 

                “You good, Princess?” He asked, putting pressure on my shoulder. Letting out a hiss, I answered him.

             “Peachy.”

             “Come on, let’s get you up.” Still holding the pressure, he pulled me up, Sam’s hands on my back, helping push. Once we got outside, and the cops came, Dean pulled his jacket up around my shoulders before pulling me with him to talk to one of the officers. I just leaned against his chest as he spoke, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as I waited for my shoulder to heal.

             “And you saw him, too?” The officer asked. “The man with the hook?” I nodded my head, but Dean spoke for me.

             “Yes, I told you, we all saw him. We fought him off and then he ran.”

             “And that’s all?”

             “Yeah, that’s all.”

             “Listen, you, your girl and your brother –“ The officer began, but Dean cut him off.

             “Oh, don’t worry, we’re leaving town.” He said, pulling a giggle out of me as he pulled me over to the car and away from the officer. Once he got me into the car, he pulled his jacket back, inspecting the almost nonexistent wound in my shoulder. “You gotta be careful, Princess.” He said, running his fingers over it.

             “I’m okay. It was either me or Sam.” He had a look on his face that I couldn’t place, but he didn't say anything, just nodded at me as he pulled my shirt back into place, the jacket following it. Leaning over, he placed a small, chaste kiss on my lips before getting into the driver’s seat, settling in and waiting for Sam to join us.

             “We could stay.” He told him, as soon as he was in the car and settled, but Sam just shook his head. I could feel the disappointment coming off him, but he didn’t say anything else, just put the car into gear and drove away.

             “Nik…” Sam started. “Next time, let me take the hit.”

             “Not gonna happen, Sasquatch.”

             “I’ve been meaning to ask.” Dean cut in. “Why do you call her Nik?”

             “Her middle name is Nicole.” Sam answered him with a shrug.

             “Freya Nicole Ashford… Sexy.” Was all he said as we drove out of town and onto the highway. 

[ezekiel13]

Fallout New Vegas characters & the animal that I associate with them:

Courier: my first Courier would be a Retriever. Sixx would be a feral little house cat.

Boone: Elephant. They’re the kind of animal to watch. And get so ingrained in their grief that they almost die/kill themselves.

Veronica: Rabbit. Desperate for change, but optimistic. Also likes to wear dresses and dresses are so rabbit coded

Arcade: Ravens. They’re really damn smart & I think they’re fun. He would refer to them by their science name and Boone would almost shoot him.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Beavers. Can you name an animal more likely to get drunk all the time? I sure as heck can’t.

Raul: Tortoise. Long living, unable to reach places in time to save those who they care for. Some people think look scary but I see as kinda cute. (Raul please be my Grandfather.)

Lily: Buffalo. Large, protective, family/herd oriented. Also she looks after Bighorners and I think those are just fallout buffalo.

Vulpes: Fox. It’s the name. Either a fox or a Falcon. Falcons are fast and tricksy, and strategic.

Ceaser: Bull. It’s his whole identity man.

Christine: What animal sums up a loss of the self in a mission to protect others? I don’t know but my brain is thinking Jaguar. Also she’s cool.

Dean Domino: Weasel. I don’t need to explain this one.

Dog/God (NO GOD I DID NOT COME HERE FOR MONEY. MY SISTER MADE ME): I mean. It sounds like a cop out to pick a kind of dog. I think I’d choose a Rhino. Idk why. Just fits them

Follows-Chalk: Blackbird. No I don’t know why.

Waking-Cloud: Koalas. The way they protect their young. Also they’re fun and so is she. Koalas or a bear. Same reason. Also she hits people with a bear fist. Sadly koalas are not bears. So I cannot fit them as one.

If you would like any other characters please either reblog this asking/comment/send me an ask

[genshin-obsessed]

Helliuw~ Can I request how Luocha from Honkai Star Rail going after his crush (reader)? Thank you!

𓆩⟡𓆪 Ooh this is a cute one!! Well they all usually are, but I really like this one. Luocha is just so *sigh* 𓆩⟡𓆪 This was also much longer than I intended it to be, i didn't even realize. It may not be entirely compatible with his personality, but I was just having too much fun to change it.

How He Confesses

Luocha is a generally observant person, and he's good a picking up emotions of others. So, it wasn’t hard for him to recognize that his own emotions stirred when he interacted with you.

However, just because he can recognize these feelings doesn't mean he's good at acting on them. He’ll understand them but he’ll try to either deny it or just avoid it for a while in the earlier stages.

Luocha doesn’t want to rush things, which is why he tries to take it slow. But over time, he realizes just how much he loves you.

It does make it harder for him to take it slow, so at some point, he throws caution to the wind and just attempts to confess.

Here’s the thing, there’s a certain rule to confessing, right? Like you don’t just say it to someone’s face that you love them without setting up something. Doesn’t need to be anything grand, but some effort has to go in it.

Well, that’s what he tried. See, he wanted to confess in private, wanting the atmosphere to reflect the love he felt for you. So, he set up a little picnic in a secluded area he’d found. It was perfect, with how easily the stars could be seen, to the way the moonlight poured onto the seating area. It was truly the definition of beauty. The setup was easy, he needed a blanket, maybe a couple of pillows, a bottle of wine, some snacks, and a clear night.

But then apparently it was an extremely windy night? Like, he couldn’t get the blanket to stay, the small rocks weren’t helping too much, the basket flew away, he accidentally spilled the wine before he could even set it up. Like, the date failed before he even asked you to join him.

So, he tried something else. Decided maybe something indoors would be a more neutral choice. Even if it started raining, you two would be fine. So, he set up a reservation, asked to be put in a more private area so you could talk without much noise. The venue was all fancy and stuff, so you'd love it for sure!

But apparently four customers got into a heated argument that became physical. Somehow the fight moved to the kitchen and they ended up starting a fire? Everyone was evacuated and Luocha got a call mere hours before the date that they’d be closed for a couple of weeks due to the damages.

So, that clearly failed. Well, to hell with fancy confessions, he just needed to tell you right? Maybe it was best to confess in person then give you the option to take some time to yourself and think just in case. He was a little disappointed that his other plans didn't work, but maybe it was for the best! Putting you in that situation might force some pressure onto you to give him a response immediately.

The next time you two met up, he decided to go for it. He was running with the conversation and was building up to the confession… when you got a call from Yanqing claiming he had an emergency he desperately needed you for… and you had to leave.

At this point, Luocha had to wonder of it was even in the cards for him to confess. Cards! Oh! Nothing could possibly interrupt a card, right? Sure, it was the tackiest idea ever, but desperate times call for desperate measures!

The process of writing a love letter was much more complicated than he realized. He needed it to be short and concise, but not abrupt. He also didn't want it to be too cheesy with over the top metaphors and whatnot. Honestly, it took him at least 6 drafts before he settled on one that was bearable.

He debated on sending it to you through the courier but decided against it since so much had gone wrong already. Best part about this idea? He didn't need to take up too much of your time, even a few minutes worked as he just needed to explain it. Basically, he gave it to you and instructed you to keep it safe until you got home and then read it, so that you had that privacy. You agreed and he went home feeling somewhat mediocre. On on hand, he finally got the confession out, but on the other, it was such a dumb way- in his opinion (Pocky thinks love letters are hella romantic).

APPARENTLY you lost your entire bag and the letter with it. I mean, Luocha was at his wits end. It’s like the entire universe was against him just confessing. Everything that could go wrong, literally went wrong. Your entire backpack vanished! You wouldn’t even get a chance to reject, which, at some point, had someone stopped being a fear of his due to these bizarre circumstances!

Finally, he gave up and just kept his mouth shut. He realized how much trouble was being caused every time he confessed and decided to save the entire world some grief and just bury his feelings. He’d just die with them.

The days went on, nothing really happened. Like those weird events just magically went away which did make him wonder if he was being set up. He threw that out the window when he realized no other soul other than him knew about his feelings. You two hung out as often as you usually did but you started noticing Luocha’s behavior. It was… odd. Less cheery and more distracted. You tried to ask but he kept saying it was nothing and he was just tired.

Honestly, Luocha hated lying to you. Omitting details for others was easy but for you, it felt wrong. He didn’t want to distance himself but clearly he wasn’t meant to be with you.

Then you did the unthinkable. You just… confessed. Lemme explain:

“I’m ok. You’re worrying again.” Luocha said with a slight chuckle as he raised the teacup to his lips. He easily noticed you weren’t really convinced in the slightest, but he didn’t intend on letting you know anytime soon. Who knows, the entire street might explode to keep him from confessing.

“Of course, I would worry. I really care about you, you know.” Your words were spoken with no hesitation that it made Luocha’s hand pause in the middle of him taking another sip of his hot beverage.

“Huh? O-oh, thank you. That’s really kind of you.” He said, slowly returning to reality and waving his hand a little. As if you didn’t have to say such a thing to make him feel better.

“I mean it.” You pointed out as you leaned forward a little. “I really like you and you being so withdrawn makes me worry a lot.”

“I can assure you, I really am just- wait, what?” Luocha’s eyes widened as he fully registered what you’d just said to him. You seemed confused by his expression and just shrugged.

“Well, yeah. It’s normal to worry about someone you like, right?”

“R-right but you like me. Like… you’re romantically interested in me?” His words were deliberate and he wanted to make sure there was absolutely no confusion between you two whatsoever.

“Yes. I have a crush on you. Well, for me it's a bit more intense than like but you know what I mean.” His eyes immediately darted around and he even turned around to see the area behind the outdoor café. “Luocha? What’s wrong?”

After a moment of silence from him, the blond man sighed and turned back to you. You could visibly see the relief he felt.

“Honestly, I was expecting a skiff to crash and kill us.” You were taken aback by his morbid words, your eyes widening.

“Wh-why?”

“Yeah. Why? That’s my question too.” He replied, rubbing his face. “Wait, no. Forget that, you actually feel the same way?”

“Feel the same? Wait, you like me too!? Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, leaning even closer. At the simple words, Luocha felt a bitter feeling in his chest.

“I tried.” He replied flatly, pushing his hair back to recompose himself. “But my confession quickly turned into a series of unfortunate events.”

“Oh? What happened?” You asked, eyes filled with curiosity as you waited for him to elaborate. He was about to, opening his mouth to speak before he fell silent once more. What? No! No, he couldn't waste any more time.

“N-never mind that! Let’s talk about us. You like me, I like you. We should just go ahead and just get married.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, shaking your head a little. Now, it felt like he was returning to his normal self. Honestly, it wasn't that bad of an idea- technically speaking.

“Marriage? Shouldn’t we go on a date first?”

“Why? Tomorrow’s never guaranteed and we might as well just make it official.” That and… Luocha was a little scared to propose seeing as how his confession went. At this rate, you’d be the one proposing. Well, he actually didn’t hate the idea.

You couldn’t help but laugh again and Luocha felt a smile tugging at his own lips. Ok, maybe he was jumping ahead a little too fast. So instead, he reached out and grabbed your hand, feeling the warmth and comfort of it.

“Kidding. Why not turn this into an official date, then?”

“Yeah, I like that.” You said, nodding and squeezing his hand. "I mean, I don't mind getting married right now but we should probably take it slow."

[yupmabel]

yaaay my turn at an iterator oc

Reflections of the Sea

cringe warning

this is her little messenger friend!

i have a whole cute story in my head but nobody wants to hear that so my summary is:

shes super old, one of the first iterators ever built, during the void fluid revolution. she was built super far underground to study void fluid and as such has no communication with any other iterators, so she relies on The Courier to carry messages out to a broadcast tower for her! :) also her superstructure is slowly melting away because of the void sea crawling upwards

this is a remake of the old summary post because it sucked ass . sorry if you saw it 👍 eah