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dreamkidddream · 4 years ago

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So far of reading your writing, I really love it! :)) May I request Kunikida, Dazai and Ranpo having an younger member of the agency being a sort of subordinate of them but acts a lot like a younger sibling to them? She's just really pure hearted and soft and really looks up to them so she likes helping them out a lot. Just some fluff because my boys deserve all love and affection

Awww thank you so much for the compliment!! This request is so cute, and yes, all the boys deserve all the love and affection that is possible cause they go through too much 😭 Anon requested this as platonic, and reader is gender neutral. Also, I wasn’t too sure what the age should be, so I went with Kyoka’s age, which is 14. Hope you enjoy!

TW: Mentions of suicide in Dazai’s part, but nothing too heavy or specific is mentioned. It does get kinda sad though, but it has a happy ending. Also, slight spoiler for season 2/Dark Era Arc, but nothing too major

Young ADA Member Acting like a Younger Sibling to: Kunikida, Dazai, and Ranpo

Kunikida

Okay, so when you first started at the office, people (specifically Naomi and Junichiro) were nervous when you got paired up with Kunikida. And Kunikida isn’t a bad man by any means, but he can be very, very, very strict

And how well do rules stick with kids/younger people? Exactly. It just sounded like a bomb waiting to explode

And you look so soft and so sweet! What if he made you cry?!

Which Naomi threatened to draw blood if he did

Even Kunikida himself was nervous. This was not written in his notebook to be a glorified babysitter!

But the President insisted, putting faith into you that you’ll be a great addition to the team and that he can lead you on the right path and not into trouble like some people he won’t mention (Dazai)

That was all that he needed to hear, and he took those words very serious. He won’t let the President down, and he wasn’t going to let you down either. You guys were gonna give it your all, whether you were ready to or not

But, to everyone’s surprise (really his) you both adapted well. You treated him with respect, said yes sir, no sir, tidied up both of your desks (which were right next to each other), you even tried to abide by his stern schedule without any complaints

You were a great help on missions too, you didn’t recklessly throw yourself into danger, and you made sure to look out for citizens to keep them safe and out of danger

And that wasn’t it, oh no

You made sure to bring him snacks (atleast the ones that he said were ideal), made sure that he was keeping hydrated and not tensed up all the time (working in this office will do that to you), and to make his workload as light as possible

After seeing him go off on Dazai for the 1000th time and getting wound up over a case that wasn’t getting any leads, you saw how stressed and frustrated he was getting. Mumbling to himself about how could he “replace the President if he couldn’t do this right”So you tapped on your shoulder, with one goal in mind: To comfort him

When you tapped his shoulder, he turned and yelled, “WHAT NOW?!”, right into your face

Time stood still as everyone froze, shocked. Even Kunikida himself after he saw it was you.

He felt immediately guilty, about to apologize for losing his cool when you began speaking

“Mr. Kunikida, please don’t stress too much. It’s not good for your heart! And don’t let this one thing stop you! You’re a great leader, and someone that I look up to. I wouldn’t be where I was at now without you! So please don’t doubt yourself, because we don’t, especially me! You’re my role model, Mr. Kunikida. Please, don’t ever forget that.”

After that, it was like a flip switched in him

“(Y/N), come here and walk very slowly.”

You did so with no hesitation, but you were curious

“Your shoe is untied. Here, let me tie it for you. It wouldn’t be ideal if you get injured because of a lousy shoelace. It wouldn’t be ideal if you got injured at all.”

“(Y/N), we have lunch scheduled at exactly 12:15. They’re also serving your favorite today, so we can’t be late, understand?”

“Yes sir!”, you said with a smile

“(Y/N), let’s go. It’s getting dark and if you still want to see that dreaded light show, we have to leave in 20 seconds to make it! I don’t want to see you sad or hear you complain if we miss it.”

“Coming sir! Just finishing up some work for tomorrow-“

“I already have it written in my notebook on when it will be done, so we can go.”

“Here you go Mr. Kunikida, I already typed up and printed out the reports for later on!”

“Thanks kid. And you don’t have to keep calling me Mister okay? Kunikida is fine.”

Dead silent in the office

KUNIKIDA is letting someone way younger than him just call him KUNIKIDA? Not MR.KUNIKIDA???

Everyone is, realistically, shook

But as time went on, they understood why

He came to look after you as his own

The entire ADA would have never thought the day would come (it wasn’t even in the notebook!) where he would care for a kid like his little sibling but here it was, right in front of their faces

But they weren’t complaining at all. You seemed to make his day a little brighter, and he wasn’t as uptight as much (but don’t be mistaken he was still Kunikida, just at an 8 instead of a whole 10)

After that mini pep talk that fateful day, he made it his duty to be a good role model for you. To always set a good example, both in and out the office.

He wouldn’t fail you, and he would be damned if he let anything happen to you

You’re a good kid, and you only deserve the best. And he was gonna be the best role model (and brother) for you

Dazai

Aw man, he was..conflicted to say the least

Listen, it’s not like he hates kids or teens, but it’s just extra responsibilities to watch over them. And he already slacks off enough to begin with, so is this really a good idea sticking a 14 year-old with him?

And lowkey, the way that he treated Akutagawa is still heavy on his mind, and he doesn’t want a repeat

But the President made it so, and Kunikida was ready to attack if he even thought about denying the order. Plus, it could be like another Atsushi around (another person to pass work off too) so that was a win!

And another person to annoy Kunikida too

You looked so pure and innocent. Are you sure that you’re in the right place?

He genuinely thought you were a lost kid when you came up to him the first time lmao

Geez, you even sound sweet too! How has this world not damage or corrupt you yet?

“Hi Mr. Dazai! It’s nice to meet you. I hope that we can make a great team, and that I’m here to help if you need anything!”

“Nice to meet you too. And now that you mention it, these reports have been giving me a hard time...”

Not gonna lie, he did take advantage of your help. You offered, so why not? He thought you were gonna get sick of it soon and start complaining, but nope

You took his reports and did it with no hesitation every time. And you always handed it to him with a bright smile. On top of that, you always cleaned up his area and behind him, you did any leftover work that he ignored forgot to do so that he wouldn’t get yelled at, and tried to bring him small snacks and even packed a whole lunch for him when you noticed that he didn’t eat a lot

He even started to feel pretty bad and he was getting disapproving looks from his fellow detectives (even Kenji, and he never frowns)

So he started to take back and *GASP* actually do his work?!

But you stopped him, and told him that he should, “Take it easy! You work hard enough as it is saving the city. It’s no problem doing these reports, and I want to help you in any way I can, Mr. Dazai.”

“(Y/N), don’t worry, I can do them. And remember it’s just Dazai, calling me Mister makes me feel old like Kunikida-”

“I HEARD THAT!”

And it seemed like you really cared for his wellbeing, especially when you had to accompany him on missions

Well, it just so happen that while you were going with Atsushi to find Dazai to start a mission, you both found him

Hanging upside down, sinking to the bottom of the lake

You rushed into the water immediately, pulling him out and onto the ground while Atsushi was just standing there in disbelief

Atsushi is so done with his shit

“Dazai, can you hear me?! Dazai?! Atsushi, I gotta give him CPR I don’t think he’s-”

“(Y/N) don’t worry he’s okay! This isn’t his first time he’s done this, and probably not the last.”

“W-what do you mean?”

You didn’t know about Dazai’s suicide methods? Did he not tell you or talk about it in front of you? Atsushi would have been somewhat proud of him if this whole situation didn’t happen, but here we are

“Geez, guess this method isn’t for me. It seems like someone is bound to always inter- hm, (Y/N)? What are doing out of the office? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You hugged his chest tightly, not caring that he was practically soaked down to the bone

“Please stop, Dazai! Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to leave everyone?! Why are you trying to leave ME?!”

That got his attention

“Your life is important, Dazai, too important to try and end it on your own terms! You’re special to me, I look up to you. You’re smart, funny, and you help everyone out in your own special way. If you weren’t here anymore, everyone would be so lost...I would be so lost..,I-I-I wouldn’t know what to do-”

“(Y/N)-”

You looked up, eyes red and puffy with tears rolling down your cheeks, but filled with determination

“I promise you that I will make sure you know how much you matter to everyone. I swear on my life that I will.”

Okay, so you know how you were helpful/adorable before? On a scale of 1-10, you were definitely at an 11. But Dazai felt like you were at a 20

At first, he thought that you weren’t being genuine. You were just a young kid who didn’t know any better and was just trying to do your job, in sickeningly, oversweet way. I mean, who would really care about him with his horrid past? He was convinced that you were just naïve, and that the world would swallow you whole when it gets the chance. And it made him feel pity for you

But you proved him wrong

You weren’t just some ignorant child. You were in this agency working alongside him for a reason. And you reminded him of that everyday when he saw you working, handling the cases, taking actions on missions, all the while being kindhearted through and through

You especially went out of way for him, and it was both a warm and scary feeling. People that he ended up caring for shared an undeserving fate, and he blamed himself for it constantly. So he tried to keep his distance, for your safety. You still had a life to live, and he didn’t want to ruin that for you.

But it was kinda hard to when you work together, and with you constantly being under his wing trying to show him the good in life and the difference that he made, he couldn’t help but admit it

You proved him wrong, and not a lot of people can say that.

You went out of your way to make sure that everyone was okay, mentally and physically. He didn’t want to admit it, but you made the office (and his life) a little bit more bearable when you were around. You’re a good kid. And it was so fun to rope you and sometimes Atsushi into his schemes lmao y’all can be so gullible sometimes

Unfortunately, he still planned to leave this world, but he tried not to talk about it in front of or around you, and his number of attempts did dwindle, so that was a good thing

“Hey (Y/N), let’s grab something to eat, I would be a terrible person if I let my dear little baby assistant go hungry.”

“Dazai, if you’re hungry, you can just say that. I don’t mind finishing this later. It’s good to eat when you need to, and your health is #1 priority!”

He couldn’t take back his past and the way he abused Akutagawa, but he could certainly make sure that he doesn’t make the same mistakes

And that would start with being a decent role model for you. He won’t exactly be a “model citizen”, but he will always do the right thing. He’s turned over a new leaf by turning to the light, and while his methods aren’t always legal, he won’t stray from it again

And he won’t let you stray either

Ranpo

He was not a happy camper at all, let me tell you

Hello, do you know who he is?? He’s the greatest detective in the world! Why would the President think he need a sidekick?! He saw you working under him as an insult. Were they trying to say that he wasn’t good enough on his own?!

You weren’t exactly welcome with open arms, but that was okay! You were a complete stranger to him, but you were hoping that would change overtime

And Fukuzawa offered to praise him if he took you in so he stopped pouting momentarily

“Hi Mr. Ranpo! I’ve heard great things about you, and I hope that we can get along!”

“Well, of course you’ve heard great things about me, I’m the greatest detective in the world! It would be a crime if you didn’t hear about me.”

It was a rocky start between you guys to say the least. Not only was he lazy with the work he already had (I mean, it was too easy for him), but you were always willing to complete it (which you did, when you realized that maybe he was too tired or had other important things to worry about)

Who are you trying to fool, this man was just being lazy

But you either didn’t realize it or you just purposely ignored it to get it done for the sake of the agency. Bless your pure heart for putting up with that poutyface

Despite that, you handled everything with positivity and pride. When discussing cases (even though he would solve it in under a minute), you already had the reports ready to go, took notes for him, and you even tidied up his desk (which really consisted of his snack pile)

And you were starting to grow on him. You were like his mini cheerleader/#1 fan. His ego was going through the roof

On missions, it was a piece of cake for him, duh! With his ability, Super Deduction, it was always easy. And you were in the background, in awe with everything going on. He wanted to say he was surprised, but he would be lying. It would be a downright lie if you said you weren’t impressed with his ability and with him in general.

You repeatedly praised him, and he always gave you the same response:

“World’s greatest detective, remember?”

The one thing that would cause him to see you in a new light, was when he got lost. You remembered Kunikida mentioning that he wasn’t the best at navigating the train system

He really said that Ranpo didn’t even know how to read the schedule, and that someone had to always walk with him to make sure he was going to the right places.

He just wanted to go back to the office to his beloved snacks, when this happened. He wasn’t stupid by any means, but it was a waste to use his ability on something trivial as this-

“Mr. Ranpo! Wait for me!”

Just as he knew, you were running late meeting him

“Hey (Y/N) what took you so long?! My beloved snacks are calling for me back at the agency, and I need to answer-”

“Don’t worry, I packed you some!”

“Yeah, I already knew that since that’s the reason you’re late. And before you ask, you look out of breath, the receipt is still crumpled in your hand, and I see some crumbs from something you already ate on your clothes.”

Huh. Was it that obvious? You guess so...

Or maybe Ranpo really is the world’s greatest detective!

“I know, I know. I’m the best, no need to tell-”‘

“Mr. Ranpo, you deserve all the praise that you get. You’re someone I want to be like when I get older.”

“Hm?”, there you go praising him again, but you were crying

“I feel like people don’t take you seriously like they should, Just because you don't fight like the others doesn’t mean that you’re not a valuable asset to the group! And I wish people saw you like how I do! You’re my inspiration to do my best everyday. And I know that I can’t be the best detective, but I want to be as strong and intelligent and brave just like you so I can save people and be a motivating hero like you!”

He’s silent, and your words are sinking in. You’re wiping away your tears, the start of an apology on the tip of your tongue, when he suddenly put his hand on top of your head

He’s staring right at you, glasses on and green eyes open for you to see

“You’re already on your way there (Y/N). That I know. And I’m never wrong with my deductions, let alone when using my ability.”

The flood gates have OPENED

You know that he doesn’t technically have an ability, but that doesn’t stop you from accepting his words and finding them as the truth. If Ranpo said it, he meant it. He was the world’s greatest detective, and you didn’t have any doubt in him

“Now let’s go, it’s going to start raining and I don’t want us to be hungry and drenched. Plus, Kunikida is totally freaking out and thinking that we’re both lost and in some criminal’s hideout right now.”

After that fateful day, the dynamic shifted between you two. Instead of you just doing the work, he pushed it off on someone else so he could explain to you about the different cases he had to solve, and other detective matters

Really he was just bragging and having you both slack off, but it didn’t matter you guys were still having fun

It even got to a point where he shared some snacks with you from his sacred snack pile

BOY WAS THAT THE TALK OF THE OFFICE

All in all, while he knew that you couldn’t be the greatest detective (that was his title after all), he would help you get to your goal regardless. Not that you would need a lot of extra help, he was watching over you after all, and you already have a good head on your shoulders along with the heart of a hero

Every Sherlock needs a Watson, and he deducted that it wasn’t too bad having you by his side

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finaledenialist · 4 years ago

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so in one of your asks you said you dont think cas was in love with dean since the beginning and idk its interesting to me because everyone seem to think he was from the start so what is your take on that? idk im just curious haha

ohhh I wanted to make a post about this so thanks for asking!

disclaimer: I don’t want to rain on anyone’s parade I just have a different take on this whole thing!!!

So. I see people are like: OMG he was in love ALL THIS TIME SINCE 4x01 and I am like: no.

Was he lost since he laid his hand on Dean in hell? Yes. Was he instantly in love? Nah.

See, Cas in season 4 and 5 is starting to feel. He is conflicted, he is questioning, he doesn’t have ‘people skills’, he is confused by what he feels, he knows there is a ‘profound bond’ between him and Dean and he is rebelling for Dean, because Dean has a point and Cas feels Dean is right and apocalypse and destruction are wrong, and this human is so human and he never had that connection before. Add the sexual innuendos, the eye fucking and the tension between those two and this is what i call ‘classic destiel’. I do have a strong feeling this is partly Jensen’s and Misha’s fault though haha but I am also convinced that the jokes like ‘Cas, get out of my ass!’/’Blow me Cas’ are purely for ‘comedic purposes’ because haha gay so funny (keep in mind it’s still 2008/2009 and things were so different then BUT we still got Endverse which had not only sexual stuff implied but romantic as well - ‘all we have left, Dean and I, is each other, if Dean says it’s time to go in a blaze of glory, so be it’ (I am writing this from memory so these might not have been exact lines but you know what I am talking about).

And then in season 6 and 7 is where things start to get romantic. ‘I watched you rake leaves’, Dean’s blind faith that no, Cas can’t be working with Crowley behind their backs because come on it’s Cas and the whole 6x20 episode is *chief’s kiss* and then season 7 and Cas dies to make things right and Dean keeps his trenchcoat and moves it from every car they have been using that season to always have it with him because part of me always believed you’d come back. OK, but I was meant to be talking mostly about Cas’ point of view. Which takes me back to 7x23 and I’d rather have you, cursed or not. I think these words had a major impact on Cas. Something just clicked. Because he realized that he could say these exact same words to Dean and they still would be true.

And then we got season 8 which was a major shift and it really moved stuff from ‘sexual tension’ to ‘romantic tension’ and it’s still called ‘season fanfiction’ because I wanted to keep them away from you in purgatory and Cas generally not feeling worthy of anything but I think this is when he started to realize that what he feels is not like ‘brotherly friendship’ but something much deeper but he had his issues (I don’t deserve to be saved from purgatory thing) so he kind of kept it buried. But this was when the Real Love really started. But did he admit it to himself? Well I am not in Cas’ head but something must have been on his mind - Naomi had access too his mind and she immediately recognized that there is a certain Feeling that is dangerous and Cas needs to be fucking lobotomized (I still have shivers thinking about it). Did Naomi knew it was love? Idk, but she felt something was going on - that is why she tried to mess things up between Dean and Cas (I only wish he felt the same way ouch my heart....) and Metatron also recognized it, quicker and better (maybe because he spent much more time on earth and was generally a little more powerful and knowing as the scribe of God) and he immediately used Cas’ grace to banish angels from heaven because Cas was feeling love for a human. But did he, himself recognized it as love? Did he admit it to himself? I still have a feeling that no. I still think that his ‘I don’t know’ after Dean’s ‘What broke the connection?’ was honest.

Now let me fast forward to season 12, because this post is getting too long already and while seasons 9-11 had some good episodes and even good destiel scenes I feel this was the time many people - rightly so - were starting to lose faith in canon destiel, starting with Dean not letting Cas stay in the bunker in season 9 and bros acting like they only call Cas when they need him. I repeat - there were still some good episodes, even great ones. And we were shown Cas worried about Dean and being there for him anytime Dean called, there was so much pining but once again let me raise The Question: did Cas know what he was feeling was love? Or was he still confused, not letting himself believe, not being able to name his own feelings and emotions? And this is merely my opinion but this is also time where many people started to be bitter and negative by how writers treated Cas (and other characters in general but I am not gonna dive into that dumpster now, especially the Cas-having-sex-with-a-reaper thing which was awful, but in retrospect is even more awful because if it was Chuck’s writing this seems like some kind of sick attempt to do a conversion therapy and I want to throw up; plus he thought? he was into his boss at gas’n’sip and he thought she was into him and what even was it if not a. bad writing; b. Cas being confused; c. Cas being confused about this bad writing).

So season 12. First of all 12x12, when Cas thought he is gonna die and the infamous line ‘I love you. I love all of you’ happened. I am 100% sure this is when Cas realized. This must have prompted questions for him. Why did I say what I said? He blurted those words out but why like that? Aaaand after some thinking I think he realized why. He must’ve been like ‘oooops’. But then Jack was about to be born and he had to protect Kelly and then he died.

And then he is in the Empty who says - I know who you love, I know what you fear, there is nothing for you out there. She doesn’t know shit, she just has access to Cas’ mind and apparently those were his thoughts, already at that time, he thought there was nothing for him out there (again, his depression issues) BUT THEN CAS, MY SWEET CAS, THIS BAD ASS MOTHERFUCKER says fuck you Empty in one of his best monologues (before 15x18 I’d say it was his best but here we are) and she yeets him out, because HE decided HE is already saved and he doesn’t need a permission and you can preen and you can scream and yell and remind me of my failings but somehow, I'm awake. And I will stay awake and I will keep you awake until we both go insane. I will fight you. Fight you and fight you for... ever. For eternity.

And then Jack dies and he takes the humiliating deal. And now we’re at 15x18 and he says: ‘I have always wondered.... ever since I took that burden.... What my true happiness can even look like... Because the one thing I want is the one thing I can’t have’. SEE THESE WORDS HERE ARE WHY I CAN’T SLEEP AT NIGHT. BECAUSE THEY IMPLY at least to me THAT:

1. He was aware of his feelings, he knew what he felt was love at the time he took the deal. and after that he was like ‘I guess I am immortal now’ because the one thing I want is the one thing I can’t have so nothing else is going to make him truly happy; this also implies that there is only one thing he truly wants and the rest is just not that important, whatever else happens won’t make him happy which is heartbreaking;

2. He knew what he wanted, so this means that at some point he wondered, he imagined, he took his time to picture the ‘thing’ he wanted. Which is life with Dean. Because he is in love. LIKE HE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS, HE REALLY DID AND HE CONCLUDED THAT THIS IS OUT OF HIS REACH (now people argue if that is because he thinks it’s unrequited or because he thinks that something something hunter life-fighting all the time-no attachments lifestyle won’t allow them to have this sort of life - and frankly, knowing that he learned everything, or almost everything about emotions from Dean, who isn’t really good at them, I am not surprised if he is sure that this feeling is one-sided, because maybe he conquered his fears in the Empty the first time around but taking the deal must have made him anxious and Chuck still calls him self-hating so he probably thinks this is one-sided and he is unworthy of love anyway);

3. He tried to imagine different scenarios that would make him happy but eventually it all came down to That One True Scenario, out of his reach, that couldn’t compare with anything else, and he tells Jack - you know about that deal, it’s ok, I don’t see myself becoming happy anytime soon AND IT HURTSSS

so to conclude and tl;dr - I think Cas realized that what he was feeling was love after 12x12 although he felt it before but might have been confused by it. I do not think he was ~in love~ since 4x01. There was tension and there was pining but no. This feeling evolved, it didn’t *just* happen in the barn.

also i am so sorry this took so long but i have thoughts and feelings and can’t form a coherent sentence since november 5th anyway thanks for asking nonny, ily!!!!

#ask #asks #anon #long post #destiel is endgame #cas is in love #everything is beautiful but it hurts #spn 15x18 #spn spec #spn speculation #Anonymous

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eds-art-factory · 4 years ago

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What are some other supernatural romances that you like and recommend? They can be any media; books, films, tv-shows, anime and manga.

……. So maybe it’s because of my preferences but the romance aspect of a lot of these are subjective or minimal (They’re more plot focused and people just kind of fall in love along the way)

It is impossible to like, do a search on this because a million like YA novels pop up, and like, I’m not even looking for NOTHING BUT ROMANCE, I want a sick plot and ALSO romance

but off the top of my head this is the best I can do

Manga/Anime

Fruits basket: slaps obviously, I should not even have to mention it, textbook pure love and acceptance by the heroine ends up saving the monster boy from despair. Tohru is an incredible protagonist.

Noragami: Suffering heavy, all gods are real, read the manga, the art is beautiful and the anime has a tone problem where they try to make it more comedic like……………….Noragami is not a comedy, it has comedic moments and is very funny, but the story really dark in places. (Also it’s written by a woman so, even the like, token sexy character isn’t that bad fan service wise and also is a character outside of that)

BEASTARS: Uses animal nature as a metaphor for society, we’ve all seen zootopia and Robin Hood, we know how this goes. If you’re a sucker for size difference (and I am, note Sidon and 9 foot tall Vampire lady) you’ll probably get it. Zootopia’s success managed to normalize furries enough that Beastars was able to be made and honesty I’m proud. Season one is on Netflix, but you’re not going to want to watch it in any communal areas because there will be questions and scenes that you will not want to have to explain to your parents or housemates because….it’s spicy.

Frau Faust: like the Ancient Magus Bride but less problematic, can enjoy mostly guilt free

Mugen Spiral: It’s like a two volume manga, I’ll admit I have not read it since I was a teen, so maybe it has not aged gracefully shrugs

(Honorary mention but it’s not a romance)

Girl from the other side: I AM PRAYING THAT THIS WILL NOT BE A ROMANCE AND TURN INTO GROOMING, I JUST WANT THE MONSTER TO BE HER DAD, WHY IS THAT SO HARD FOR PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND SHE IS A CHILD. IT DOESN’T EVEN HAVE ROMANCE AS A GENRE SO MY FEARS MAY BE UNWARRANTED I’VE JUST BEEN HURT TOO MANY TIMES BEFORE

Movies

Shape of Water: It’s literally a supernatural romance but also…textbook using the “falling in love with a monster“ as a metaphor for marginalized groups like, it’s set in the 60’s and the villain is a white guy trying to ruin the lives of the good guys; a mute woman, a gay man and a woman of color

It’s very on the nose, and that can be…..a little upsetting, but the film is like……a masterpiece so I would recommend it anyway.

Beauty and the Beast: ………everyone agrees the beast becoming human was a downgrade and I’m not going to say any more on that.

….Venom: ….should not count but I feel like spiritually it SHOULD count……….Venom is so queer coded and yet not queer enough?? I think they are actually in love in one version but not in a lot of adaptations which bites.

Good Omens: I’ve always loved the book, but the miniseries adaptation is SO GOOD. Aziraphale and Crowley are like….queer coded but they are….IN LOVE AND YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE and the miniseries LEANS into that interpretation

Books

Naomi Novik’s novels: Uprooted and Spinning Silver were great although Uprooted didn’t really win me over in the romance department and I prefer Spinning Silver. I love fairytales so I’m always a sucker for fairytale retellings that….are not modernized in the wrong way.

Video games:

Undertale: …….. :I I’m not wrong.

Liar princess and the blind prince: …..I have not played this, so I can’t actually verify if it’s good or add any input…….but it seems like my aesthetic.

Podcasts are so gay:

Magnus Archives: Eldritch horror is scary, but also it’s canonically gay and kind of about how those two things kind of intermingle. Passes the “I listened to a lot of it, but I was still able to sleep peacefully afterward” test. The first….ten episodes rely too heavily on scary music, but they tone it down after a while thank god.

Welcome to night vale: Also gay and surreal horror, same deal but less scary.

The Adventure zone: DnD game by the three Mcleroy brothers and their dad. Started out as just a one off adventure but everyone accidentally got way too invested and it became AMAZING.

There’s this thing that happens in the princess Bride with the line “Hello my name is Anigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die” and it is set up in a way that is funny and a joke…………………….

And then 3/4 of the way through the film…it is not a joke anymore, and it HURTS YOU. That is one of my FAVORITE TROPES IN ANY MEDIA EVER and they fucking DID THAT AND IT HURTS.

If you’re not an artist and your job doesn’t mean that you need to listen to a constant stream of audio media while you work, you can read the graphic novel adaptation, but it won’t hit you the same way I think.

#supernatural romance #sapphicgeeking #reccomendations #asks

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bubble-tae · 5 years ago

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Cult: Part 1

Genre: Thriller, Yandere Themes, Cult AU

Pairing: Jungkook x OC, BTS x OC

Warning: angst, cult themes, kidnapping, probably other sacrilegious stuff, Stockholm Syndrome

WordCount: 5k

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The last thing Naomi could clearly remember was crouching down beside a dumpster, between the parking lot and building 3 of her campus. She was looking for something, she knew that much, but when she came to, the only thing on her mind was figuring out where the hell she was. Everything was dark and for a moment she thought she had gone blind until the light from the holes in the burlap bag started to emerge like stars. Her hands immediately went to remove the bag from her head, but they were bound behind her back. The panic bubbled in her mind stomach and rose to her throat, and all at once she forgot how to breathe.

There were movies about this; books she had read and had encouraged others to read about, but there was nothing that had prepared her for sitting on this floor, bound and blinded. Images flashed in her head of what the room she was in looked like; dirty concrete floors, corners riddled with cobwebs, and an old man sitting in a wicker chair waiting for her to wake up. The last thought made her run cold, suddenly aware that there was another presence in the room, she was sure of it. A shaky breath left her lips, deciding to compose herself before freaking out even further. She didn’t know much, but she reviewed the things she did: she had a bag on her head, her arms were tied behind her, she was sitting on the floor, and there was someone in the room with her. Naomi collected whatever she could of herself before speaking.

“Where am I?” It came out quieter and less threatening than she expected. Her throat was dry and croaky, and it occurred to her that she had no idea how long she had been out. There was movement, someone adjusting their position on a seat, and then silence again. Her legs weren’t bound, she could feel that now. More of her senses were coming back, and she wished they didn’t. There was a wetness in her pants as well as a smell emitting from them. She had pissed herself in her unconsciousness, and all at once the realness of the situation came to life. I am going to die. I am going to die. The thoughts kept repeating until she stumbled to her feet, wobbly legs doing nothing to support her weight. She took a step forward, knees giving way as she fell to the floor, falling face first. Her nose was flush against the floor when the blood started to pour from it, followed by the pain. She started to cry, on her knees against the ground, loud sobs filling the room around her. Between the cries, she yelled out a desperate “HELP ME!” to no one who cared to hear. Did they get off by watching me suffer? She thought. Of course, this sick bastard is probably creaming himself right now.

“Let me go,” she said, trying to calm herself down. “I don’t know what you look like, just please let me go.”

Naomi heard the person abruptly get up from their seat, making quick steps to where she lay. Hands grasped at her shoulders and pulled her up onto her knees, fast enough to make her head spin. The bag was lifted from her head, the light blinding her before adjusting.

It wasn’t the concert basement from the movies, in fact, it looked so normal, it was sickening. It was a basement, but this one had hardwood floors, warm lit lamps, and couches that reminded her of a grandma’s house. Besides the stench of her own piss, the room smelled like lemon, as if it had just been dusted. Before she could survey the rest of the area, she was caught off guard by the sight of her captor who, like the room, looked nothing like she had imagined. He looked not much older than herself, college-aged for sure. His hair was blonde, not naturally though, and he wasn’t the grubby murderer someone might expect. Clean hands and fingernails, hair styled to the side, and a wide grin spread across his face.

“Can’t let you go now” he giggled out playfully, wiping the blood out from under her nose. She yelled out a cry, whether it was pure terror or the pain from her freshly smashed nose being touched, she didn’t know. The man knelt down in front of her, grabbing the sides of her head to make her look at him. Silent tears were coming from her, afraid to make any noise at all. The look on his face as if he were at Disney world made her stomach turn. He loved this, watching how the girls would beg and squirm to be let go, blood and tears mixing together.

“Your nose…” he said. “Hoseok will have to clean that up for us. As for the rest of you…” he scanned her over, smiling as his eyes went over her stained jeans and pausing to look at her face again, “Well, Jungkook sure picked a good one.” She let out another cry, this one piercing the ears of the man in front of her, as well as the other men that were scattered around upstairs. Booming footsteps were heard from up above, her eyes following where the steps would be. A door swung open somewhere, followed by quick footfall down some stairs into the basement where Naomi and the man were kneeling. It wasn’t long before the door to the room they were in was opening too, a pale man with black hair bursting through the entryway, broom in hand as if he was going to attack.

“What the fuck is going on in here, Jimin?” he yelled to the blonde man, using his foot to kick the door back closed. Naomi was about to yell out to this man for help, but before she could he nonchalantly dropped the broom before adding, “and why the hell isn’t she gagged?”. Jimin stood to his feet and presented a lame shrug to the other man, who was now making his way over to the spot the girl was knelt at. He stopped mid-pace when he saw the wetness in her crotch, sneering in disgust. He cautiously sat on the couch in front of her.

“I’m Yoongi,” he said, crossing his legs and letting out a long sigh before continuing, “Kook can clean you up.” It was the second time that name had been mentioned in relation to Naomi, and she was beginning to become more afraid of the faceless name.

“Kook?” she questioned, “Who is that? What do you guys want from me?”. The two men looked at each other as if neither one of them felt fit enough to properly explain her situation. One of them, Jimin, looked down at his watch and clicked his tongue. He looked again at Yoongi who had his eyes on Naomi, studying her feverishly as she waited for an answer. Another door slammed somewhere up above.

“That’s him,” Jimin said, causing Yoongi to immediately stand to his feet.

“Kook?” Naomi asked, the fear apparent in her voice.

“No. Namjoon,” Yoongi told her.

His steps above weren’t like Yoongi’s. No, they were soft but they were sure of themselves. Each tap of his foot rhythmic, in tune with something that no one else could hear. The three of them waited for his arrival, and Naomi was starting to wonder if it were actually her own heart that was pounding so loud. Namjoon made his way down to the basement, swiftly opening the door to where they were. He was tall, thin, with a long trench coat that went a little past his knees. There was a calming sense that came with him, and Naomi couldn’t help but feel safe in his presence. He closed the door quietly, smiling at her as he made his way over to the couch to sit in front of her. Jimin and Yoongi moved to stand behind the couch, quiet compared to before. She shivered at Namjoon’s eyes on her, confident and steady, not even phased at the situation at hand.

“I’m sorry if Jimin frightened you,” He said with a comforting laugh, “He can be a bit… overbearing. Now, I’m sure you have lots of questions. For starters, we will be sure to get you cleaned up soon, we don’t want you feeling uncomfortable. Most of what you can learn will be taught throughout your time with us. What I can assure you now, is that you are safe here. You are very important, more than you can even comprehend. There are eight of us here, including you, and we each have a job in this house. Your job is simple; keep our Jungkook entertained.”

“Entertained?” she asked. None of this was still making sense to her. Did they just expect her to comply? Stay here and obey their commands? As for the ever mentioned Jungkook, her mind went to the worst of places as to what she would have to do for him.

“Wherever your mind is wandering to, that’s not it.” Namjoon continued. “Jungkook doesn’t work, hasn’t really had much to do since high school, which is three years passed for him. We can’t afford college for him, which is where you come in. He saw and chose you when he was out exploring, but I looked into you as well, you’re very bright and could be a good asset to our household, especially so for him.” The thought of being watched by others without her knowledge was unsettling, but after waking up in this room she wasn’t sure if anything could really shake her anymore.

“You kidnapped me so I can teach your weird friend how to be a basic human? Eat shit.” Her words caused Jimin to flinch, who had stayed still for the duration of the speech he’s heard many times before. He didn’t expect her to be so brass, but Namjoon’s curt smile said that he knew all along.

“Can one of you call for Hoseok? Tell him to bring a pair of sweatpants with him as well as the med kit.” Namjoon asked the two men behind him. Yoongi pulled out a phone from his back pocket, Naomi’s eyes following it’s every move. There was no way she would be able to get it from him with everyone in the room, but she took note that they carried cellphones on their person. They were either very new to this, but a part of it seemed overly confident, as if they had nothing to worry about. She was either the first or nowhere close to the last.

“How long before you kill me?” she asked, looking at each of the men to gage their reactions to her question, but there were none.

Namjoon smiled, this one more bitter than the rest. “That’s something you’ll have to do yourself.” Before Naomi could respond, the door opened to the basement for what felt like the hundredth time that day, or night, she couldn’t really tell down here. Another man came in, presumably Hoseok, a wide smile on his face and a pep in his step. It was as if this was all normal to them, like every day they came down to the basement to find a new girl bound with her hands behind her back. Hoseok had the medical kit that Namjoon had asked for, as well as a pair of men’s sweatpants under his arm.

“Hi!” He said, all too chirpily for the occasion. He made his way to Naomi, kneeling down beside her and placing the objects next to him. “I’m Hoseok. I do all the medical stuff around here.” Naomi went from her knees and on to her butt, scooting away from Hoseok. “Oh, don’t be afraid, I’m a certified nurse,” He said to her.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” She spat at him. The smile never disappeared from his face, if anything it seemed to have grown.

“If you don’t change your pants you will definitely get an infection. You have two choices. I can untie you and you can change yourself but we all have to stay in the room, to make sure you can’t escape, or the rest of the boys can leave and I can change you, but your hands will have to remain tied. Which do you prefer?”

Though he asked her, it didn’t seem like much of a question. As much as she wished to be untied, she didn’t want four strange men seeing her without pants on. This was going to happen whether she liked it or not, and she may as well decide while they were giving her an option.

“Just you,” she said to him, regretful that she had to make this decision at all. The men looked around at each other until Namjoon nodded, slowly getting up and making their way out of the room.

“Don’t have too much fun without us,” Jimin chimed in as the door was closing, he was smacked hard by someone, but she couldn’t tell who.

Hoseok turned back to face Naomi who was still sitting in front of him. A soft smile formed on his face as he held up his gloved hands, as if to imply he would play no tricks here. His hands laid gently on his thighs as he said, “Can I help you undress now?”. Slow tears began to fall from her face. Even if he wasn’t to do anything to her, the whole situation was humiliating. It made her feel like a child, awoken in the middle of the night from a bad dream. Only this time, it wasn’t a dream.

“Why me?” She asked him, voice straining against her words. Hoseok let out a long sigh and looked at the ground.

“I don’t think I can give you the answer you want to that,” he said, “But let me help you with what I can.”

Naomi nodded but continued to cry as his hands made their way to her waist, unbuttoning her pants and easing the zipper down.

“Tell me about yourself.” He said as he pulled her pants off of her, trying to distract her from her own discomfort.

“I’m Naomi.” She said in a small voice. He laughed at her response, putting her soiled jeans in a garbage bag, leaving her in just underwear.

“Well, I know that.” He said to her. “Can I take your underwear off now?” She lifted her hips cautiously, trying to reassure herself that this was just like going to the doctors.

“I want to know about you,” She said as he began to remove the last of her clothing below the waist. The cold air hit her, but she pretended not to notice.

“I’m 25, I went to school for nursing, and I was born into Andradium,” He said matter-of-factly. “Oh,” he added, “and I’m an Aquarius. Can I wipe you down now? I don’t have to, but it might be a moment’s time before you are allowed to shower.”

“Wait,” Naomi said, closing her legs together. “Andradium? What is that?”

“It’s what we practice here.”

“Is it… a religion?”

Hoseok paused for a moment, analyzing this question carefully.

“I suppose you can say that,” he responded, “But you should consider it more as a way of life.” He pulled sanitizing wipes out of the medical kit and held them up to her to answer his previous question. She laid back slowly and said, “I still don’t understand.”

Hoseok wiped her down quickly as if none of this bothered him, and threw the used wipe into the garbage back with the clothes.

“Jungkook will teach you,” he grabbed the sweatpants from the floor next to him, “These are his. We don’t really have girl clothes here, so no underwear I’m afraid.”

Naomi lifted her legs cautiously, allowing him to slip the sweatpants onto her cold skin.

“I thought I was meant to teach him?” She asked. Hoseok pulled the sweatpants up over her waist.

“You will teach each other.” He responded, removing his gloves and tying the garbage bag. He stood to his feet and grabbed the bag, preparing to walk out.

“What happens now? Can’t you stay?” She asked him. She had felt the most sort of comfort in Hoseok’s presence. He was gentle and seemed to understand her fear the most, and she would have preferred it if he were to stay.

“I’ll be back,” he reassured her. “Jin is making dinner for us all. Everyone will be down here to join you.”

“How many is everyone?” Naomi asked.

“Seven. You’ll meet Jungkook now.” He turned to leave without another word, walking out through the door in bouncy steps. The door shut, and from her position on the floor Naomi yelled out for him. She was met with silence, and the realness came back again, her breath quickening with each passing second. After what felt like a lifetime, a knock sounded from the door. She stared at it, waiting for whomever it was to enter, but they didn’t. Another moment passed and the knock came again.

“Come in?” She said cautiously, unaware if they were waiting for an invitation. The door opened ever so slowly, the hair of a brown-haired man was the first to appear, followed by his wide doe eyes that were full of wonder.

“Hi.” He said from still behind the door, eyes unblinking as they watched her. In any other situation, those eyes would claim innocence, but here they made her uneasy, like a child watching animals at the zoo. He stepped around the door, leaning against it as he closed it. His body was lean and tall, and he was by far the youngest of all the men that had come into this room. Her eyes were steady on him, unsure of what he might do. Instead of coming closer to her, he slid down the door and sat, wrapping his arms around his legs as he did so. The room grew eerily silent as the two watched each other.

“You’re more beautiful up close.” He said breaking the silence, a blush waning over his cheeks. Naomi felt her stomach turn at his words and wished that any other of the men were in here but the one that sat across the room from her.

“Are you Jungkook?” She asked him. His head perked up at the sound of his name.

“I am. My name sounds like honey from your mouth, Naomi.” From his mouth, her name sounded like poison mixed with NyQuil, and she wished her mom would have named her anything else if it meant she’d never have to hear him say it again.

“So what now?” The question came out shakier than she intended it to.

“Now, I have a gift for you.” He began scooting his way closer to her until he was only feet away. Naomi put one of her legs up in defense.

“You come any closer and I’ll knock your teeth out.” She threatened. Jungkook stopped scooting forward and reached for something behind his back.

“No funny business,” she continued, “I’m not in the mood to play fucking games. I was kidnapped, woke up in a strange room with no explanation, and not to mention I pissed my fucking the pants and had to be changed by-” Naomi’s words were cut short due to her own surprise. Placed in front of her was a single white lily, pure and bright against the dark wooden floors. Jungkook watched her expression, eyes in awe as he watched the little wonder spread across her face, even if it was only for a second. She put her foot back down and looked up at him, the coldness returning to her features.

“What’s the meaning of this?” She asked in a small voice. Jungkook crossed his legs and put his hands in his lap.

“A peace offering.” He smiled.

“A peace offering? You kidnap me and you think a flower will make it all okay?”

“Oh not for the kidnapping, for lying to you.” Naomi was confused, this was the first time she had met him, she was almost sure of it. Jungkook saw the perplexed look on her face and continued to explain.

“My cat you were helping me look for, he doesn’t actually exist. I would like to own a pet one day, but Namjoon is allergic to cats.”

The memories from early came flooding back to her now, when exactly the events took place she was unsure, but she remembers now a boy, presumably Jungkook, asking her if his cat was behind a dumpster at school before blacking out.

“You’re not going to apologize for hitting me over the head and knocking me out?!” She exclaimed in anger. Jungkook chuckled as if he’d heard a joke.

“No, silly. We chloroformed you!” He said in a joyous laugh. Naomi reeled back in disgust.

“This isn’t funny, you kidnapped me!” She yelled at him. The smile didn’t disappear from his face while he shook his head.

“You’ve got it all wrong. We saved you, and now you’re going to save us.”

“Save you? What the fuck does that even mean?”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you.” He giggled.

“What? Are you not allowed to swear without your creepy leader throwing you in a hole or something?” She spits back at him. “Where is he, by the way. I’m not done speaking to him.”

“Swearing in front of a lady is punishable, of course, but Joon wouldn’t throw me in a hole. Maybe send me to my room without dinner.” Jungkook said with a forlorn look, as if he’d experienced it before.

“You always do what he says?” She prodded him.

“We do what the Good Book tells us, and it tells us to listen to our elders.”

“What else does this book tell you?”

Jungkook seemed excited at her interest and bounced to his knees.

“I can show it to you if you like! I have my own copy in my room.” He said to her, clapping his hands together.

“Why don’t you bring me to it?” She said matching his excitement, hopeful for any chance to leave this room. Jungkooks energy faded, his body relaxing and his weight resting on his calves. His face deadpanned, the glint in his eyes gone.

“I’m not simple, you know,” He let out in a serious tone.

“What?” Naomi asked, confused at his choice of words as well as his change in attitude.

“I was class president at my school. I played varsity soccer and am a black belt in Taekwondo. I can speak three languages. I am far from being the idiot you may think I am.”

“I’m sorry” she responded, suddenly feeling small and afraid, remembering who in this situation was tied up.

“If you want to be successful here, you must learn to displace your judgement for others. We were raised to respect you, but believe me, not everyone here is patient.” The atmosphere in the room had shifted, and Jungkook was not the happy boy he was a moment ago. “I know what you’re thinking” he continued, “we are not crazy. We don’t want to hurt you, we want to mold you, so you can aid us.” The more each of the boys tried to explain to her, the less sense things were making.

“Aid you? How?”

Jungkook sighed and bit his lip, unsure as to how much information would be too much on your first day.

“Just know that you are safe and that things will start to make sense soon.” he finally said after a moment’s silence. “You can sit on the couch, you know,” He added as he picked the flower up between them and placed it on the end table beside the couch.

“I’m fine right here,” Naomi said. The thought of getting comfortable in this place was absurd. There had been no opportunity to escape, and every moment she spent doing nothing felt like one step closer to her demise. “Will I ever go home?” She finally asked.

Jungkook gave her a sympathetic smile. “This is your home now,” At the sound of this, she began to cry, almost surprised that she had any tears left to shed. She thought of her parents, and her friends, and even the guy she ghosted from her biology class; any of them will find her. They just have to. Her life couldn’t be over, not like this, not so soon.

The feeling of tissue under her eyes made Naomi jerk back. Jungkook was now kneeling in front of her, wiping the tears from her face, his eyes beginning to water with hers. It was the softest thing a boy had ever done for her, and it came from her captor. His face was so close to hers, enough that she could smell his aftershave. She was ashamed to say that her heart began to race. Jungkook was beautiful in a sculpted mind of way, and it almost hurt to have met him under these circumstances. His cheeks began to turn rosy when he realized she was staring at him. He backed away and sat back in his usual position.

“I’m sorry.” he let out in barely a whisper.

“Why me?” Naomi heard herself ask.

“It’s just… a feeling” he answered, bringing his hands to his heart. “I hope one day you might feel it too.” A feeling. She didn’t want to know what he meant, but this could be her ticket to safety. Could all their plans go to shit over this one boy’s stupid crush? Naomi thought so, but there was so much she still didn’t know.

Before she could respond, the door to the basement room opened again, and six men came in holding pots and plates, the smell of steamed potatoes filling the room. The first four she recognized from earlier; Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok. The other two were new to her. The door shut behind them and they all stood in a line, waiting for some sort of acknowledgment. Jungkook stood to his feet and motioned to the others.

“Seokjin has prepared us something special for our first dinner.” He said to Naomi, who was still on the floor. A broad shouldered man in an apron stepped forward holding a large steaming pot in his hands.

“It’s stew,” he said carefully, “Made with vegetables from our homegrown garden.”

“I grew them!” The last man she didn’t recognize chimed in.

“That’s Taehyung,” Jungkook said as he moved behind her and grabbed her arm, “Let’s get you untied so you can eat.” He lifted her onto her feet slowly, the other men placing the food on the coffee table and standing by, ready to take action if need be. Jungkook’s hands found hers, intertwining their fingers together. It was an odd gesture, but it somehow worked in easing her mind. Namjoon gave him a nod, and Jungkook began untying her hands. The rope twisted around her wrists before loosening and falling to the ground. Naomi brought her hands in front of her, the red marks suddenly feeling cold from the rush of blood. She was free, but the thought of escaping didn’t have time to cross her mind before her stomach started to growl.

Jungkook’s hands found hers again and guided her to the coffee table the rest of the men were still standing around. She stood for a moment and waited for movement before realizing they were waiting for her to sit. When she lowered herself to her knees in front of the empty bowl that was laid out for her, the rest followed suit, Jungkook on her right and Hoseok on her left. Opposite her sat Namjoon, the same eerie smile on his face as before. Jin stood an ladled a hefty amount of rice and stew into everyone’s bowls, the room quiet as he did so. When everyone’s bowls were filled he returned to his seat, and all eyes turned towards her.

“The ladies eat first.” Namjoon half ordered from across the table, fork in hand pointed upward. Naomi looked down at the spoon she was given and then at each of the men at the table. As good as the stew in front of her smelled, she made no move to take a bite. Taehyung reached over Hoseok with his fork, grabbing at one of Naomi’s potatoes and stuffing it in his mouth.

“See?” He said with a smile full of food, “Not poisoned!”.

Namjoon’s fist pounded against the table, making the silverware and everyone jump. Taehyung stopped chewing, a sullen look washing over his face as he stared at his lap.

“Are you a lady, Taehyung?” Namjoon spat at him.

“I’m sorr-” Namjoon’s fist pounded against the table again, the tears welling up in Taehyung’s eyes.

“Are. You. A. Lady?” Namjoon repeated leaning forward. Before he had time to answer, Naomi cleared her throat, and the attention returned to her.

“Thank you, Taehyung,” she said to him from across the table before grabbing a spoonful of rice. Namjoon picked up his silverware and nodded for the rest to do the same. They waited for her to eat once again, this time more anxious than the last. She felt Jungkook’s finder tap at her knees in an attempt to comfort her, but her gaze was set on Namjoon. She lifted the spoon of rice up to her mouth and nodded at him before taking a bite, the rest of the boys digging in without a second’s notice. He returned his fork and knife to the table, chin raising in disdain, and lifted an imaginary glass to the sky.

“To Naomi,” He said, gathering the eyes from those around him. Their mouths were full of food, and they eyed his empty hands with a curiosity that told her this was not normal behavior.

“Welcome to the family.”

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pocket-monsters-precure · 3 years ago

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Chapter 21: File Not Found!? A Negative Missing Number!

This week’s nega-evolution was designed by @dai-rokuten-maou !

Guest appearances by Fanfancures by @salsasprecure and @bubblemahouhub !

“Hnnnngh…”

With a grunt, Alice stretched herself as she leaned back in her chair, taking off her glasses briefly to rub her eyes. She got screen headaches much more quickly these days; she figured it was just a sign of getting older. But she still had more to add to her database; how could she possibly continue to be on top of her research into pokemon health if she didn’t keep up with the new information on nega-evolution provided by the Precure?

A slight rumbling noise came from her lap, as she looked down to see Penumbra staring curiously back up at her; the Umbreon had been disturbed from its slumber when she stretched.

“Oh…sorry,” she apologized softly, gently scratching her companion under the chin. “Though…seeing you sleepy like that makes me realize I should probably get some rest, too.”

She looked back to her computer and navigated to the start menu, noting the computer wanted to update before shutting down. “Alright…there we go.” She selected the proper option before turning off the monitor, picking up Penumbra in her arms as she stood up. She couldn’t stop learning, now…for the sake of both people and Pokemon. And for the sake of the group’s new, reluctant ally in the form of a highly dangerous escaped genetic experiment, but he wasn’t there that evening.

As she prepared to crawl into bed that evening, she stopped to lower the blinds on her window, obscuring her from the prying eyes outside.

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“Alice Pierce, pokemon researcher specializing in the field of pokemon health and medicine….” Bedlam muttered, arms crossed as he went over his gathered information aloud while lounging in a tree. “Yeah, I can see why they’d look to her for guidance.”

“There you are!” Ataxia appeared on an upper branch, sitting daintily and looking displeased. “Return at once. Lord Tumult has informed us all of some strategic changes. All of us, that is, except for you.”

“I’m assuming the changes aren’t all that different from the old strategies,” Bedlam shrugged, “Nega-evolve pokemon. Be defeated by a bunch of little girls. Swear revenge. Repeat.”

Ataxia huffed. “If only you’d put a little bit more enthusiasm into this. Once Dys has enough sustenance to breach the worlds, we can expand, and create the paradise meant for us! Does that not appeal to you at all!? Don’t you want to succeed!? Don’t you want a world where everyone’s as wayward and lost as those Tumult has brought into his service? Where we can all be brought together by Dys, and never struggle or worry again?”

“Quit with the preaching. Of course I wanna succeed,” Bedlam replied, “But frankly, I find it just a bit odd that Tumult hasn’t lifted a finger to do anything.”

“Tumult answers directly to Dys!”

“Whom none of us have seen up close. How do we know Tumult isn’t lying, or trying to screw us over so he looks better?”

Ataxia sputtered. “A-are you…are you questioning your very mission, Bedlam!?”

“I’m trying to figure out a new way, without Tumult. I’m going to strike at the heart of the Precure on this island….and if it works, then we can repeat the strategy across this world…”

Ataxia watched him in silence for a moment. Then, she sat down next to him. “Well, then…be a team player. Tell me what you’ve learned so far, won’t you?”

Bedlam looked back at her, briefly surprised. Then, he nodded.

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“Ready, and—!” Naomi set the volleyball, before leaping up as a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes, staring down Kailani opposite her.

Kailani, meanwhile, froze. “I’m beginning to think I made a mistake—“

“—SPIKE!” Naomi slammed her fist into the ball, smashing it down into Kailani’s head as she let out an unladylike squawk and fell over into the sand. The girls were playing out on the beach on a weekend day, having finished some difficult exams (and balancing that with battling nega-evolutions). It had been about a week since the previous incident, and though the girls had been keeping the island safe, nega-evolutions were still cropping up across the globe, and Rotomi hadn’t shown any new developments ability-wise, despite continuing to absorb the nega-energy left behind after each purification.

“Kailani! Are you alright?” Fae called from the blanket where she sat with Asuka and Clefable; Asuka was focused on a tablet in her hands, while Clefable was sunning herself.

“I’m…okay…!” Kailani called out, finally sitting up and rubbing her head. “Come to think of it, anyone know where Raichu is?”

“He’s over there,” Naomi pointed, seeing Raichu surfing with his tail on some small waves out on the water, Rotomi flitting after him. “Looks like he got tired of watching us.”

“Poor guy…I’m sure he misses the waves in Alola; they were much larger than these. We used to surf together.”

“I’m much more of a windsurfing person, myself,” Naomi said, “Anyway, you wanna try again? I won’t spike anymore.” She held out her hand.

“Yeah, let’s try again…” Kailani accepted the hand offered to her, standing up.

Back with Fae and Asuka, the former glanced to the latter. “You seem really focused on something. You haven’t even let any of your pokemon out like you said you would.”

“Huh? Oh! Ohh!!” Asuka hurriedly took out two pokeballs, releasing her Cyndaquil and Scizor. “I should shuffle my team more…I’d release the whole team but we shouldn’t crowd the beach.”

“What’s on your mind? You’ve been glued to your tablet…” Fae tipped her head a bit as Asuka glanced back at the tablet.

“It’s…this news from the Galar region. A nega-evolved dynamax pokemon appeared.”

“Dynamax!? Those are huge, aren’t they!? That must have been absolutely massive once it nega-evolved!”

“It was stopped by two Cures—Cure Monarch and Cure Phantasm. What luck they showed up…”

“Nega-evolved and dynamaxed…the Cures in Galar must really have it tough.”

“You’re telling me…” Asuka frowned as she looked back at the article on the screen. “And we already know that they can nega-evolve people…”

Fae watched her face for a bit, trying to read her expression. “It’s okay, Asuka. I’m scared too. We’re all scared.”

“We just…need to go over all the information we have,” Asuka muttered. “Maybe…maybe I’ll feel a bit better after we do that.”

Asuka always preferred cold, hard facts. She liked being well-informed before making decisions. Being a Precure hadn’t always given her the luxury of that, but since they seemed to have some downtime, it was time to catch up.

Nega-Evolution was spreading like a disease.

More Precure were popping up, as if her world was creating antibodies, of a sort, to combat it.

Darkness was a sickness…and they were the cure for it. It made sense. To her, anyway.

As she was pondering this, Fae got an idea.

“I’ve got it!” Fae tapped a fist in her palm. “Why don’t we go to Dr. Pierce’s place later and ask to see her collected notes? I know she’s been trying to keep things organized for us…”

A rustling sound came from Fae’s bag as Rotomi burst out of it. “I need her to update her database from the Cure Dex anyway!”

Asuka looked at the pair of them, as a smile began to cross her features. “That…would help a lot.”

===

Meanwhile, in Johto…

“Brace!” Cure Faith shouted—the trio of Sacred Beast Precure crossed their arms in front of them to absorb the blow of a shockwave caused by a Nega-Stantler, skidding back from the impact. The beast leered at them with a piercing, enraged glare, its sharpened, hooked antlers ready to gore anyone who got too close. It was rather small for a nega-evolution, but was still larger than the average Stantler; this beast stood about one story tall, and was making up for its smaller stature with pure rage. It dug a hoof into the ground angrily, before charging.

“Shining—“ with a twirl, Cure Cascade sent a jet of water toward it to force it back, “—Torrent!”

“How ‘bout this!?” Flash shouted, and with the snap of her fingers, she electrified the jet of water. A gruntlike, pained roar emitted from the nega-evolution, but as the jet of water ended, the creature still stood, its antlers beginning to glow with a sinister aura.

“That’s a problem…!” Faith ran forward, before digging her fingers into the earth with unnatural strength and hurling a large chunk of solid earth at the beast—not only did the chunk break into smaller pieces as the incoming blast from its antlers was fired, but the chunks smashed into Nega-Stantler’s head, causing it to stagger.

“Nice!” Flash pumped a fist, “About time we caught it off-guard, right?”

“Let’s hurry!” Faith turned to face the other two. They shared a nod, holding out their hands as three large, golden, intricate fans appeared in their hands.

“Open!” They declared in unison, opening the fans with the snap of their wrists. “Miracle Matsuri Fans!”

“Precure!” They began to dance a choreographed routine, with grand, sweeping gestures, the fans seeming to leave trails of light as they moved. “Miracle Matsuri Refresh!”

In a brilliant flash of sparkles, Nega-Stantler was defeated, the original Stantler left dizzily standing in its place. Shaking the dizziness away, it approached the Precure, seeming to understand the situation and nuzzling Faith before giving her a hearty lick on the face.

“Ack—!” Faith made a face, as it scampered off into the brush.

“Done and done.” Flash dusted off her hands, before flipping her massive, swirling ponytail.

“At least it wasn’t more than one this time…” Cascade rubbed her temple with a hand.

“Wait, what about the Shadowlings our pokemon were dealing with!?” Faith yelped in realization.

“Grrrowf!” A voice declared, as Faith’s Growlithe ran toward them, joined by an excited Azumarill; Noctowl swooped down to join them.

“Oh, thank goodness….!” Faith knelt down to catch Growlithe in her arms, sighing in relief.

“Come on, we better hurry back to the National Park,” Flash grinned as she ruffled Noctowl’s feathers. “We might be able to catch the end of the Bug-Off! We can update the group doc later!”

It seemed, even without someone like Rotomi to guide them, the Precure across the other regions were developing their own ways to learn and keep track—be it with technology or simply word of mouth. As the girls reverted to their true forms and headed back toward the National Park, the girl who was Cure Cascade was already pulling out her phone, accessing where they kept their notes, eager to jot down the information before it had a chance to leave her memory.

===

“It’s a lot more to look at than I expected…” Asuka admitted as she sat before Dr. Pierce’s computer. The Cure Dex was connected nearby, Rotomi humming contentedly inside.

“It’s not just notes we’ve gathered,” Dr. Pierce explained, “I’ve been keeping up with news headlines, and speaking to colleagues located in other regions to learn about their own experiences. Don’t try and overwhelm yourself, Asuka; it’s best to do things in bits and pieces.”

“Hang in there,” Kailani reassured her, “If you find anything new or interesting, let us know! We’d hate to crowd around you while you’re trying to read. We’ll just help Dr. Pierce around the house.”

Asuka looked over her shoulder at them, giving a smile and a nod. With that, she got to reading, looking at files that had names that piqued her interest—she was fortunate that most of them were fairly easy to read; they didn’t use a lot of complicated language like she was expecting. All this information now at her disposal…and more.

But as she went over a headline regarding the spreading nega-evolution cases, something occurred to her.

“Rotomi?”

“Yes?” Rotomi’s voice came from the Cure Dex.

“Your whole world suffered from this nega-evolution thing, right?”

A pause, then a sad reply. “Yeah. Yeah, it did.”

“…we’ve never bothered to ask you what it was like, have we? A world entirely nega-evolved.”

A longer pause. “It’s really sad. I didn’t wanna bring it up in detail unless someone asked.”

“Well…” Asuka debated opening up a word processor to note down what she was about to hear, but opted instead to just…listen. “…I’m asking now.”

Rotomi exited the Cure Dex, looking down at the floor before floating into Asuka’s hands.

“It’s dark. It’s hard to breathe, the air is so thick with…not something physical, but…just..this unease. This unfixable feeling that nothing is right. That nothing will ever be right. The people and creatures nega-evolved are shells of who they used to be. There’s no warmth or comfort. No satisfaction. It feels like whatever the solution is to whatever ails them…is just out of their reach.”

Asuka listened, her stomach dropping. “That sounds horrible. I’m so sorry…”

“It’s supposedly to feed ‘Dys.’ Whoever that is; I’m not sure. But what kind of person…what kind of thing…feeds off the misery of others? That’s just…that’s terrible. And…” Rotomi’s eyes saddened even further. “To think that…that Amaranth might be going through the same thing right now…”

Asuka brought Rotomi to her chest, as if to hug her. “It’s okay. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to not know, and to worry. I’m sure Amaranth is worried about you, too. But we’ll find a way to save your home. And to help the people and pokemon here who were nega-evolved. And you’ve been getting stronger by absorbing the leftover energy, so maybe you still have things you’ve yet to figure out you can do! Even then…you’re safe, and you’re with people who will stay by your side until this is over.”

Rotomi looked up at Asuka, smiling a bit. “…thank you.”

“Of course, Rotomi. Any time you need reassurance, just tell me.”

Asuka looked back at the screen, setting Rotomi carefully on the desk as she got back to skimming the notes; the little fairy flew back into the Cure Dex.

Some time later, the girls were gathered around the coffee table while Dr. Pierce set down some tea and cakes. Asuka was sharing her notes with the group as they enjoyed the snack.

“Dr. Pierce has been keeping notes on not just the nega-evolutions we’ve defeated, but any that her colleagues have encountered,” Asuka began, “Thankfully, some of said colleagues are also working with Precure…”

“I’m currently adding their data to your Cure Dex,” Dr. Pierce explained as she looked over from her computer.

“We were correct in assuming they just use warped versions of moves the pokemon knows,” Asuka continued.

“Like Mr. Mime’s Trick Room, that shuffled the rooms at school!” Naomi piped up.

“Exactly. But now there’s the matter of Shadowlings…”

“They’re not physical pokemon, thankfully,” Kailani said, looking at the notes Asuka had written, “But they can be battled like any normal pokemon. I think we should be able to just leave those to our own pokemon in most situations.”

“Chu-chu!” Raichu threw a little cake in the air in joy, as it landed on his head when he was unable to catch it and seemed to forget he had psychic powers.

“…you’re lucky you’re cute,” Kailani sighed.

“That reminds me,” Fae started, “There’s apparently this place in Sinnoh that, if you don’t take a ‘cute enough’ pokemon…”

As the conversation started to derail, Asuka tried to get the group back on track. Dr. Pierce watched quietly, before hearing a knock at her door.

“Hold on…” Dr. Pierce stood up to answer the door. “I’m coming!”

However, the moment she opened the door, the girls heard her cry out in alarm. “Dr. Pierce!?” Kailani called as they stood up from the table, rushing to the foyer to find her in the process of sitting up, looking up in shock and fear at the new arrival…

“Hello, ladies.” Ataxia waved a hand daintily as she stepped into the room, heels clacking on the hardwood floor. “Or, should I say, Pretty Cure?”

“Ataxia!” Rotomi cried out, “You…you’re here!?”

“I thought today I’d take a bit more of a direct approach.”Ataxia rotated her wrist, the Nega-Ring flashing briefly on it. With a flourish, she prepared to summon a ring of nega-energy.

“Not so fast…!” Kailani and the girls pulled out their compacts, while Ataxia was already in the motion of preparing to cast it toward them—only to turn and direct it at Dr. Pierce.

“Wha—“ “NO!” Rotomi shot out of the Cure Dex and smashed her tiny body into Dr. Pierce, knocking her over as the force knocked the Cure Dex off the table—which landed in the dark circle that had formed where Dr. Pierce once stood.

It shook, rattled, as the darkness spread down the cable connecting the Cure Dex to the computer. The lights flickered, the air grew tense, and numerous error messages appeared on the screen. Before, finally

ERROR: MISSING_NO.();

The darkness shot out the window.

“Wait!” Kailani darted past Ataxia, who quickly vanished while the remaining girls tried to register what just happened. Kailani came to a stop outside, finding the group’s foe.

The beast hulking before her was an amalgamation—vaguely carrying the traits of pokemon she knew, yet all the same crossing way into the uncanny valley.

“NEEEGAAAAAA….” It rumbled, its voice distorted, as if trying to speak through a poor speaker, or a damaged sound card. Ataxia reappeared sitting on top of the roof, legs crossed daintily.

“My,” she remarked, “That’s an unusual nega-evolution, for sure.”

“It’s a…computer error, or something!?” Naomi tried to comprehend as the other girls caught up to Kailani. “It Nega-evolved the Cure Dex itself!”

“Missingno!” Asuka reasoned, “It’s…some kind of error that pops up in pokedexes sometimes when it can’t find what it’s looking for!”

“How can a computer bug be Nega-evolved!? It’s just code!” Naomi argued.

The creature seemed to glitch in response to this, as if angry. Then, it raised its misshapen hands in anger. “NEGA!”

“Alright, enough!” Fae pleaded, “We need to deal with it before things get out of hand!”

“Right…!” Kailani gripped her compact.

“Precure! I! Choose! You!”

“Swarm it!” Sunrise declared, the quartet of girls rushing Nega-Missingno at once. It glitched away just as Sunrise and Starlight lunged, the two crashing into each other.

“What a surprise,” Starlight mumbled, “That didn’t work.”

“Wish whimsy….” Wish started up an attack, when Nega-Missingno glitched in front of her. “Ohh—!”

“NE!” Nega-Missingno swatted her away, giving off a sinister aura of binary code and nega-energy.

“Gotcha—!” Willow caught her.

“Thanks…” Wish muttered dizzily.

“Wake-Up Shock!” Sunrise clapped her hands together, sending the bolt toward Nega-Missingno. It glitched in place, and the electricity had no effect when it struck. “Huh!?”

“That thing’s made from a modded Pokédex; why isn’t electricity scrambling it!?” Starlight summoned Absol. “Type: Dark! Precure Wicked Whirl!”

As the duo’s summoned cyclone of darkness approached Nega-Missingno, it glitched in place again, giving off a bright pink burst of light as the attack struck…once again, no effect.

“Oh, come on!” Starlight complained. “What’s going on!?”

“That pink light was almost like a fairy-type aura….” Wish muttered.

“Like a fairy-type…and dark types can’t affect fairy-types….” Willow murmured. “…hey. I wanna try something. Dr. Pierce!” She turned toward the house.

“Huh!? Y-you need me!?” Dr. Pierce cried out from the window.

“You have a regular Pokédex, don’t you? Scan the nega-evolution!”

“Scan it!? Oh, yes…!” Dr. Pierce came outside, holding a standard Pokédex as she aimed it at Nega-Missingno.

ERROR: MISSING_NO.();

“It’s coming up with the Missingno error!” Dr. Pierce called out, “…but…it’s showing a fairy-typing!”

“Someone attack it!” Willow called out.

“On it!” Sunrise whistled, as Raichu zapped out of the house. “Type: Psychic! Precure PK Spectacle!”

Master and pokemon placed their hands to their temples, as a spiral of psychic energy launched itself toward Nega-Missingno. The nega-evolution gave off a dark aura as the attack struck. No effect.

“Scan it again!” Willow ordered.

“Same error! But….dark-type!?” Dr. Pierce called back.

“That’s it!” Willow pumped a fist. “I know what’s going on! It’s changing type once it realizes what type the incoming attack is! That nega-evolution is literally a walking database of pokemon typings!”

“Then how do we beat it!?” Sunrise asked, letting out a startled yelp as she dove away from an incoming swipe.

“I’ve got an idea! Huddle!”

The four Precure immediately moved into a huddle, much to the confusion of Nega-Missingno.

“Nega?” It comically leaned in, trying to eavesdrop from multiple angles, before jumping back as the girls parted.

“Ready!” Wish and Willow narrowed their eyes, each summoning a pokemon—Charizard appeared proudly behind Wish, as Cyndaquil joined Willow.

“Type: Fire!” they cried out in unison. “Precure Passionate Inferno!”

As the heart-shaped, rose gold-tinted blaze spiraled toward Nega-Missingno, it seemed to shift in place, before the flames struck, with no effect.

“Ground-type!” Dr. Pierce called.

“Now!” Willow shouted. Sunrise and Starlight leapt up from behind with Brionne and Sharpedo.

“Type: Water! Precure Wild Geyser!”

Before Nega-Missingno could react, the pastel-colored, sparkling geyser of water struck it in the back; as it impacted the ground, Fae’s Charizard flew up and unleashed a flamethrower, predicting it would then change its type to grass, burning it in the process.

“Now!” Sunrise shouted as the girls regrouped.

“Precure Quartet Refresh!”

As the refreshing attack purified Nega-Missingno, it seemed to stare at the group, in silence, before slowly fading away…leaving the Cure Dex behind.

“Ohhh…!” Ataxia stomped a foot, crossing her arms, before glancing at Dr. Pierce. “…..” she vanished.

===

“That was some quick sleuthing you did, Asuka!” Kailani beamed; the girls were seeing off Asuka as she was waiting for the ferry to head home.

“It was just standard type-advantage logic…” Asuka replied sheepishly.

“We even have an entry on Nega-Missingno now!” Rotomi piped up from inside the Cure Dex.

“But now we have a bigger problem,” Naomi spoke up.

“Yeah,” Fae began, “It looked like Ataxia was specifically targeting Dr. Pierce….”

“We’ll be sure to check on her every day, then!” Kailani pumped a fist. “And if Mewtwo comes back, he’ll be sure to check on her, I bet.”

“If he comes back,” Naomi emphasized, “He doesn’t seem keen on forming any kind of bond with us, though.”

“He wants to keep himself updated on Dr. Pierce’s research, so I’m sure he’ll return,” Asuka reasoned, “Don’t worry…”

The ferry arrived, and Asuka boarded, waving to the group as the boat set sail. She replayed the day’s battle over in her head—despite it being an amalgamation of code and data, she couldn’t help but feel bad for Nega-Missingno. For the fleeting time it existed, it only knew to fight and defend.

She sighed, then nodded to herself. That was likely how all nega-evolved pokemon felt. And that was terrible. Stepping away from the rail and going to sit down, that realization was all it too to reaffirm her mission—she would do whatever it took to keep any pokemon for feeling that way for long. She had to work faster, undo the nega-evolutions faster.

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This Is Not A Fairy Tale - One

Alpha!Prince!Sam x Omega!Reader

Story Masterlist

Summary: You’re a suppressed Omega who is forced into servitude after the death of your father. Your stepmother Naomi is a heartless woman who forces you to do the cooking and cleaning, while she tries to marry off her own two daughters, Alex and Claire. But your life takes a wonderful and dangerous turn when you meet the charming Prince Sam who also happens to be an Alpha.

Warnings: ABO smut, abuse, death of parents, magic

Beta: ilikaicalie

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Once upon a time, you were happy.

There are faint and fading memories that still linger. The face of your father, the scruff of his beard when he kissed you and the way he held you in his arms. He was a warm, kind man with a heart of gold who taught you many useful skills, the most important being how to always find the positive in any situation.

He was your hero, a giant of a man who could do no wrong and made you feel loved and safe. The two of you were tucked away into your own quiet little corner of the world.

He met Naomi when you were eight. She was a blonde, pushy sort of woman who was used to getting her way. She smiled and cooed over you, putting on a show for your father but even as a girl you knew she was poison. There was disdain bubbling under the surface. For many years you thought back on those early days, trying to pinpoint why she harbored such immediate hate.

Now you know. She was jealous. Jealous of your father’s unwavering love and excitement in your company. She wanted him to love her the way he loved you. Perhaps if she had been his first love he could have given her his whole heart. But your mother stole it many years before you were born.

He told you stories of your mother, a strong woman who argued as fiercely as she loved. She died giving birth to you, gave her life to bring you into the world but your father never once made you feel as if it was your fault. He only spoke of how proud she would have been of the little woman you were becoming.

Life was good, despite Naomi’s harsh stares and her two boorish daughters. As long as you had your father, you were willing to share him. For reasons beyond your comprehension, Naomi made him happy, and his happiness was yours in kind.

Six months to the day after they married, your father died. It was an accident, the carriage overturned, he fell and snapped his neck. It was quick and unexpected. You sobbed on the cold stone in front of the hearth, crying into your hands and begging God to bring him back. He was all you had in the world and now, there was nothing.

Naomi didn’t turn you on you all at once. It happened slowly over time. She took the toys from your bedroom, assigned chores that previously belonged to the servants. She ensured that you worked from sunup to sundown, laboring until your fingers bled. Exhaustion drained the fight right out of you and before you knew it, the world was turned upside down.

When your first heat came you were fifteen and living the bowels of the house, sleeping on a bed of straw. You writhed in pain, screaming and crying until Naomi’s daughters, Alex, and Claire found you in a state of pure agony.

“What’s wrong with her?” Claire asked, standing next to her mother as they watched you with interest.

“Is she sick?” Alex leaned forward to inspect you.

“My Lord,” Naomi breathed, staring in disbelief. You were an Omega. She could scarcely believe her eyes. “How is this possible?”

You shouldn’t have existed.

There were only a handful of Omegas left in the world. Betas were commonplace, Alphas were rarer, but not unheard of, but Omegas were coveted, sought-after. This meant you were special, that someone would want you and she couldn’t stand the idea of you being elevated above her or her daughters.

Thirteen Years Later

“Wake up!”

The toe of a boot connects with your ribs, jarring you awake. You sit up on the floor, blinking in confusion.

“What’s happened?” You squint, staring up at your step-mother.

“Get up,” she spits, thrusting a cup of tea toward you. “The girls and I are headed into the city. We want to get an early start, so let’s get this out of the way.”

You groan, looking up at her as you take the mug from her hands. This is your morning ritual. This tea, which is more of a poison, is disgusting and bitter. It drains the life from you, twisting your stomach into a knot and causing nausea that stays with you for days at a time. It’s been slowly killing you for years and someday soon it will do its job. But it keeps your Omega at bay, suppresses your heats and urges. That’s what matters, subduing your instincts.

After she leaves you’re free to get up and begin the day in peace. You change out of your nightgown, inspecting your ribs before pulling on your only dress. The weight has been falling off for a long time, but there’s not much left to lose. Once you had hips and curves, but now you’re wasting away.

The morning chores fly by. Cleaning Alex and Claire’s bedroom takes ten times as long when they’re present. They enjoy throwing clothes onto the floor as you pick them up and hurling insults designed to keep you in your place. Naomi’s room is always the most time consuming, she likes things just so and has a tendency to follow you around, pointing out spots you’ve missed and demanding you start over.

And if you take too long, they beat you. Sometimes with a switch, other times with whatever object is the closest.

But today will have none of that. By the time the sun is high you’re finished with all your daily chores. You will often take a secret nap in the barn in the afternoon, a quick little cat nap so you can make it through the day, but this afternoon the empowerment of freedom is calling your name.

The fields in summer have always been your favorite. There are wildflowers in every direction as far as the eyes can see. You wander to the edge of the forest, then follow the stream just happy to be out in the sun and the warm blowing breeze. The birds sing, flitting from branch to branch and you get lost in the memory of better times.

Coming upon a clearing, you head to the willow tree with her branches hanging nearly to the ground. Underneath her shade, there is a soft bed of moss and you lie down, staring up at the beams of sunlight shining between the narrow leaves.

You're almost asleep when you hear the hooves of a horse. Emerging from underneath the branches you coming face to face with a tall, handsome man. He stops short, the reigns of his horse in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he offers with a small bow. “I didn’t realize there was anyone out here.”

“I was quite hidden.” You look him over trying to decide if he’s any kind of a threat. A woman alone in the country is an easy target for rapscallions, but he doesn’t seem the sort.

His clothes alone tell you of his wealth, and his demeanor has the self-assurance of someone who’s accustomed to a position of stature.

“Would you like me to leave you?” He looks from you to his horse, his eyes lingering on your face. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“There is no intrusion,” you smile. “I was under the impression that this place was my secret, but I don’t mind sharing.”

“Good,” he stares at you, a big, broad smile revealing white teeth. “I was out for a ride and decided to stop to eat. Would you like to join me?”

“Oh, thank you, but I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“I have more than enough.”

Before you have the chance to protest he’s pulling his saddlebag off the horse, and unrolling a blanket to layout on the ground.

“I don’t want to take advantage of your hospitality.” You’re nervous, small excitement at this personable stranger.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon than having lunch with a beautiful woman.”

You blush and he chuckles, taking your hand to lower you onto the blanket. The instant his skin touches your hand you feel it, a rush of heat that seems to beeline right for your heart.

“Thank you,” you sputter focused on straightening your skirts.

“Of course.”

He’s looking at you but you don’t meet his gaze, afraid of giving away this embarrassing attraction. You’ve never responded like this to any man before, but he is quite a breathtaking specimen of the gender.

He unrolls several cloths, laying out a feast of bread, cheese, sweet fruits, and wine.

For the first time in nearly a year, your stomach settles and you enjoy the food in front of you. He was right, he has enough to feed ten men and you eat until your belly is full.

“What’s your name?” he asks, tearing away a bite of bread with his teeth.

“Y/N.” You take a sip of the wine. “And you?”

“Sam.” He watches you until you’re forced to look away. “Forgive me, I have this feeling as if we’ve met before. There’s something so familiar about you.”

“I think I would remember you.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself, and immediately recoil. “I only meant, you’re very tall. Hard to forget.”

“Well,” he grins, breaking a piece of cheese in two, handing you half. “I would remember you as well. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a woman as magnificent as you.”

“My God,” you suck in a breath, looking away from him as your cheeks burn hot.

“Forgive me, I’m being too forward. I’m not normally this bold with someone I’ve just met.”

“Where do you live?” you ask, desperate to turn the conversation around. “Perhaps we have bumped into each other and simply don’t remember.”

“In the city.”

“I’ve been to the city many times, what district?”

He waits for a moment as if considering the authenticity of your question.

“The castle.”

The castle. Your mind processes a million tiny pieces of information all at once. The fine gold thread of his clothes, the horse, the leather of the saddle and the ruby red ring around his middle finger.

Dear God in heaven.

“You are...Prince Samuel?” you ask but you already know the answer, suddenly frightened.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, reaching out as you stand up.

“I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have left the house and now I’m taking up your time.”

“Stop,” he commands and you freeze as he stands. “Please, don’t run away. While we don’t know each other, I do find your presence...calming. I can’t explain it, but I hope you might feel it too.”

You do. Your aching bones and tired body feel alive, in perfect working order.

“I am no one, my lord.” You look at the ground, unsure of why you’re so afraid. Noami has you conditioned, fearful of consequences at every turn.

“On the contrary, you are a truly remarkable creature.”

“You shouldn’t say such things.” Your eyes tick up, sneaking a look at him but only for a second.

“Right.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m not normally a man who speaks in such a way to a lady. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You gulp, gathering courage and looking him in the eyes. “I should go home but I don’t want to.”

“I don’t want you to, either.” His jaw clenches and then he gestures toward the blanket. “Shall we sit and talk for a while?”

“I’d like that.” You sit, side by side, staring out into the field talking but not really listening because all you can focus on is how wonderful he smells. It’s a scent that grows stronger with each passing moment, curling around you like smoke and settling right into your bones.

It finally dawns on you. He’s an Alpha. You’ve never met one in person before, they’re a rarity, but the King and both his sons are Alphas. Perhaps that’s the reason for your bold demeanor.

“You live nearby?” he asks, eyes flitting from your mouth to your neck. There’s sweat pooling in the dip between his collar bones and you’re fixated on it.

“Close enough.”

“And do you enjoy...living in the country?”

“Yes, very much.”

“Will you forgive my indecency, but can I just…” he leans forward, waiting for you to stop him but you’re frozen in place.

Sam lowers his face to your neck, the very tip of his nose touching under your ear and a shiver shoots from the back of your skull all the way down to your toes. He draws in a deep breath, making a small, strangled noise before pulling back.

His eyes are lit up with surprise and confusion.

“You’re an Omega,” he whispers, looking in amazement as if you are indeed some wild spectacle.

“Yes,” you mutter, stuck in this moment, unable to move. He’s very close, inches away from your face. He’s breathtakingly handsome...this will surely be the death of you.

“I didn’t know there were any of your kind left in this part of the world.”

“My step-mother hid me away,” you explain softly, looking down at your work-worn palms.

“Who are you?” He takes your hands in his, big rough hands that squeeze you tight.

Eyes fluttering closed you try to ignore how wonderful his touch feels. You wish he would wrap his arms around you and hold you, never letting go.

“I told you.” You’re suddenly overcome with emotion, tears pooling in your eyes. “I am no one.”

“That couldn’t be further from the truth, Omega.” He’s closer now, eyes darting from your lips to your throat, then your bosom. There’s a frenzy building, you both feel it.

You whimper when he calls you Omega. No man has ever used your title before, no less an Alpha.

“I scrub floors.” Your lids flutter, breathing him in.

“I don’t care.” Two fingers touch under your chin, tilting your face up to him.

There’s an ache between your thighs the likes of which you’ve never felt before. A throb that’s emanating from your bud and sending a desperate need out in every direction. Breath flutters and the rest of the world goes silent as you both feel any semblance of restraint slipping away.

“I don’t think we should be alone together,” you say.

“No, probably not.” He doesn’t look away, still holding your face up to his. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod yes, unable to speak.

His lips are gentle at first. The warm press of his mouth is wonderful and opens up a world you never knew existed. When you sigh his tongue curls into your mouth, wet and slick over your own as he forages deeper.

Before you know what’s happening you’re lying on your back with Sam hovering above you, his mouth moving from your mouth down your jaw. He nips at your chin, teeth scraping down your throat as you roll your hips in search of more.

“Can I touch you?” he asks again.

“Yes.” Your voice is broken, but you manage at least a single word as his hand snakes under your skirt.

Long fingers trail over your thigh, moving higher and higher until he’s right there.

“Have you ever been touched before?” he inquires, the pads of his fingers moving slowly up and down close enough to your sex that he can feel the heat on his knuckles.

“No,” you admit. You’ve scarcely touched yourself, never had the inclination. But something about Sam has ignited a dormant need inside you.

He grunts, watching your face as the tip of his thumb dips between your folds. Everything down there is wet heat, and slick, dripping for his touch. He rubs his thumb up and down the length of your pussy, sinking in a little deeper but only teasing.

And then his thumb moves up to your clit and you think you might perish here and now. You’re sweating, gasping and wiggling as he rubs you with a well-placed touch. It’s not long until there’s the build up, pleasure stacking upon pleasure and the world explodes. He presses gently with two fingers either side of your clit, keeping firm pressure as you cum. Legs stiffen, toes curl and you cry out the only word that makes sense.

“Alpha!”

“Omega,” he growls back, dipping down to kiss your lips.

There’s a bulge in his trousers, pressing firm into your hip and you’d like to explore more of him when you hear the church bells ringing in the distance. The chimes shock you back into reality and you sit up, pushing him off you.

“I have to go!” You’re panicked, a shaking hand over your mouth.

“I’ll take you wherever you need to go.” Sam offers. He watches in confusion as you adjust your dress, cheeks still red from your peak.

“No! You can’t!” you sputter. “I’m sorry but I have to get back. It’s six and I need to be home when they return!”

“When who returns? Why won’t you let me-”

“I’m sorry,” you stop, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him one last time. “Goodbye, Alpha.”

Before Sam can stop you, your sprint off toward the woods.

#alpha sam winchester #alpha!sam x omega!reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fanfiction

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misstinfoilhat · 5 years ago

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Whumptober 2019 #19: Muffled Scream- Bungou Stray Dogs

I was finally able to tear away from the in-laws! This is the first holiday I've ever had a serious boyfriend and coming from a really small family myself, it's super strange to suddenly be a part of his enormous one. I went to him on the 25th, thinking I would stay over the night. Now, four days (and three family-gatherings later, with another two or three to go) … (and that's only his family)... I'm still here.

But, I was able to sneak off into the guest room where I have my computer and a bottle of wine, and now I'm itching to write! So, this chapter is dark; consider yourself warned. Also, there’s a lot of character study (I guess?). Especially concerning Kenji, who is usually very under-represented in the fics I’ve read. That made me curious since after watching the anime and reading (most of) the manga, I still haven’t created a clear image of him. Read the first part of this story here ---

“These are all just spanning missions,” Tanizaki complained, sighing as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, putting away yet another mission file from a suspicious spouse or a businessman, paranoid about his associate's intentions. “They always take up so much time and involves traveling and every time they are grossly underpaid!” He tiredly stretched out onto the hardwood table and buried his face in the fine-grained timber, groaning as his joints creaked with fatigue.

“None of these cases seems urgent enough to spend time on right now,” Kenji agreed solemnly, picking a random manila folder from the pile, opening it up in his lap.

“Maybe we can make something up. Like a missing person's case somewhere in the Caribbean,” Naomi suggested dreamingly, turning the page in her own file absentmindedly.

“Talk about wasting time,” Tanizaki responded a bit agitated and shot a glare towards his sister. “Besides, we wouldn't get paid to do that.”

“I just want a vacation,” she smirked, hand reaching out and making its way underneath the redhead's shirt. Tanizaki blushed violently and immediately tried to fight her off.

“That's so disrespectful to Dazai-san! This is a matter of-”

Ignoring the Tanizaki-sibling's bickering, Kenji's eyes trailed intensely over the new binder at hand, reading it quickly with great vigor, before he tried to break into the slightly disturbing fight going on at the other side of the counter from him.

“Guys?”

“-life and death and we don't have time for a freaking vacat-”

“Relax brother, I'm just messing around. What's with you-”

“Hey, guys?”

“...you're never any fun anymore.”

“I'm trying to focus!”

“Guys!” Kenji finally raised his voice. Not loudly; he wouldn't do that. His mother had raised him right, and shouting the loudest was not part of his gentle demeanor. But, the good thing about always being the jovial one, was that once he did speak up, everybody would hold up and listen. This time was no exception. The Tanizaki siblings turned, Naomi having nearly crawled under her brother's shirt and Junichirou trying desperately to keep her out.

Kenji paused for a moment to take in whatever was going on in front of him, eventually shrugging it off as being some big-city thing that he didn't quite understand yet. He hadn't seen anyone else try to crawl up someone else's shirt in the middle of a heated argument before, but he also didn't have any sisters... Maybe he could ask them about it later.

Satisfied with that, he slid the piece of paper over the table towards them.

Tanizaki picked it up and read silently before handing it over to Naomi, who had finally taken a seat at the chair her brother had initially set out for her.

“Niko Saito,” Junichirou mused while Naomi finished skimming through the papers. “Why does that sound so familiar?”

“It's the kid that we were looking for when Dazai went missing,” Naomi reminded him. Kenji nodded affirmatively.

“Six months ago, it was their mother who requested our help to find her missing daughter. But this time, it's her older sister. Look at the date,” Kenji instructed, pointing a chubby finger, nail coated with dirt from his small vegetable garden, towards the top of the page.

“That's only two weeks after Dazai went missing,” Tanizaki noted.

Kenji nodded again with a slight furrow between downy eyebrows, wrinkling his freckled forehead.

“Yeah... and two weeks after they recovered Niko Saito's body.” -------

The tray stood in the corner of the room, mocking him. Dazai hadn’t known that he was able to feel hunger anymore. He could go for days on end forgetting to eat, and only remembering when close to passing out. He didn't know how long he had gone this time, but apparently, longer than he used to in his life before. Maybe he had passed out already, but he couldn't be sure. Sleep and unconsciousness had always been two completely different things to him, but at this point, he took what he could get. Anything to get away, if only for a couple of minutes.

He wasn't even actually hungry anymore. It had gone far, far beyond the craving for food. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine that he felt his body eating away through the thin layer of fat he had, devouring away at his muscles instead.

It wasn't going to break him though. They would not make him get down on all four and eat from that tray like a dog. Not again.

The first time he had gotten to a point of hunger where pure animalistic appetite made him desperate enough to degrade himself to that extent; ignoring how they had literally glued the bowl to the floor and only tossed a scoop of an unidentifiable paste onto it- that’s when he had found out that whatever that pulp of brown puree was- it could not have been considered food for several weeks.

Anyone who truly knew Dazai could testify to that he had always been hyper-sensitive about what he ate and that he had a very weak stomach. For a moment, all he could do was to gorge into it in blind mania; desperately filling his gut with long sought-after nourishment. Then, after a short while, as the first bite where he could feel the maggots squirming between his teeth finally registered, he had instantly hurled out all of his meager stomach’s contents back into the bowl.

They left it there, deciding that he was ungrateful and needed to finish his meal before he could get a new one, and he had sworn that he would never eat anything ever again.

He hadn't been able to hold that promise to himself. He had failed, several times, and it had made him horribly sick. But after a while, they had started to replace his “food” more frequently. Dazai figured that they had noticed how sick he was, and figured that they would have to make some changes to keep him alive.

This had only fueled his determination to not eat. It was a small victory, but he took what he could get.

The sound of heavy boots echoed outside his isolation, and he felt his body tense up instinctively. He held his breath, praying they would pass him by. As they stopped only a small distance away from him, he started wracking his brain about when he had showered or been to the toilet the last time. Maybe it was time for that? Usually, nothing too bad would happen then. Only a couple of half-hearted kicks or whacks over the head if he was unable to pay attention.

...but he could remember the last time they had taken him out for that. He had no idea when it was, but the fact that he remembered at all was a bad sign for what was to come.

It creaked in a high pitched noise as the lock on the other side of the door he was shackled to slid open, and Dazai held his breath in anticipation for the pain to come. He wasn't actually afraid of the pain- it was simply something to be endured. Sometimes it would be gone in an instance and sometimes it would start small and gradually increase to a climax where it would absolutely suck- but it was still nothing to be afraid of. Other times, it would only be a dull, slightly irritating ache, and sometimes it would never truly go away. In the end, even if he hated it, it was the promise of it that was worst.

Suddenly, finally, he was yanked backward by his neck. The wounds on his knees were once again reopened as his scattered knees raked across the floor while a dizzying, immeasurable pain wracked through his body from his dislocated hip. His air supply was cut off right as the door was wrenched open and it felt as if his windpipe was being crushed by the force of it.

A strangled gasp swirled around in the cold hallway for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. He was getting lightheaded; he wasn't getting enough oxygen and he felt his whole body shudder with the effort it took just to draw a breath.

Half-aware, he could hear someone talking to him. Dark pants and combat boots were crowding around him, their prods lingering threateningly and close to him as they kept throwing commands at him, waiting for him to react.

Even if he couldn't make out what they were saying, he knew what they wanted and it made him want to chuckle. Because he couldn't get up on his feet even if he had been trying, and he wouldn't be trying even if he had thought he would be able to. Giving him a shock in the state he was in, would only make him less coherent, and make their job that much harder and make it absolutely hopeless to try and make him talk- yet again because he wouldn't be trying even he thought he would be able to.

A faint memory of an old folk tale about a snake eating its own tale came to mind. The ouroboros, he remembered. It was supposedly meant to symbolize life, death, and rebirth, but to Dazai, it had always seemed like it was a tale of a double-edged sword. People doing stupid shit and continuing doing stupid shit without gaining anything. Because no matter what, the snake would end up cannibalizing itself.

He wasn't sure if the snake was him or them in this scenario, but it didn't matter. None of them were getting anywhere anyway.

The sharp pain of electric shock pulled him out of his musings, aimed at his bare ribcage. Dazai was hardly able to react before his head was forced up by a death grip on his hair.

The man that spoke faded in and out of focus and his voice was nothing but a muffled sound that told Dazai absolutley nothing about what was going to happen next. Two strong hands were grabbing onto his skeletal arms and hoisted him up between them and started carrying him through the hallway, towards his inevitable doom. ----------

“Kunikida-san, we found something interesting,” Kenji announced as the three teenagers came rushing back into the office. A single casefile was fluttering in the blonde's hand and quickly, it was resting on his idealistic elder's arms that were still lingering at the keyboard connected to his computer.

Kunikida's hazel eyes slowly trailed down from his screen and onto the file, a small irritated nerve twitching at the edge of his eye.

“Yes?” he answered darkly before he shifted his attention to the eager fourteen-year-old. He was clearly trying to suppress his anger at being interrupted in the middle of work by yet another impatient teenager. But looking into those hopefull emerald eyes, his fury quickly diminished, albeit reluctantly.

Being mad at Kenji was much like holding a grudge to a puppy. In the end, it would only make him feel like a heartless monster.

He took a deep, steadying breath, mentally sifting through different voices and reactions, once again realizing how big of a void the loss of Dazai had left.

With him, it was so easy. No matter how Kunikida reacted, how much abuse and rage he subjected the glorified toilet-roll to, it would just roll off his back as if the reaction to his antics hadn’t been (slightly) unreasonable.

It was just so liberating. Kunikida always had to censor himself around other people, in fear of hurting them. In the end, that had been his downfall as a teacher. But that was mainly because kids were just so damn stupid. There were so many feelings all the time; so many feelings that always seemed to get hurt by him. In the end, that hurt him as well, but that didn't matter much when he was called into the principle's office for a tongue-lashing or a peace offering to the student he had offended's parents.

Admittedly, he respected all the brats he worked with at the agency, and things had been going well while he had his verbal punching-bag there, with him. Now, however, he found himself stepping over the line more often than not.

He needed to do better, if not for himself, then for the kids and Dazai. Because Dazai cared for those brats. Often, it seemed like Dazai even cared about him, which... felt strangely nice. Because people didn't usually like him at all. They thought he was too stubborn and rule-abiding and mean.

But not Dazai. If Kunikida hadn’t known any better (which he absolutely did) he would have thought that Dazai was slightly stupid, accepting a bitter and angry man like himself for who he was just like that. There was simply no logical reason for it if he couldn’t think of one.

“A-are you okay Kunikida-san?” Kenji suddenly asked, bringing Kunikida out of his toxic train of thoughts. Moss-rimmed eyes stared at him with a concerned squint to them, and the frost that had crept up on him seemed to melt away in a moment.

“Yes, Kenji-kun. I got lost in thought for a moment, that's all. Don't worry about it,” Kunikida answered, slightly surprised by the softness of his own voice. As the worry slowly vanished from the boy's face, Kunikida continued just as calmly, “what is it that you've found?”

The teen's face lit up in an instant and opened the file for him, pointing towards the page where the applier had to register their personal information.

“This case came in just two weeks after Dazai-san went missing,” he explained eagerly.

“It's about the same girl he was looking for, except this time, it's from the girl's sister,” Tanizaki shot in.

“But they found her, didn't they?” Kunikida asked as he read through the first page, scratching the small stubbles on his chin.

“Yeah, unfortunately, they found her washed up along the Yokohama river, but that's not actually the point. Dazai-san went missing just a few days after she was found dead-”

“It looked like a drowning, but the girl was an excellent swimmer,” Ranpo interrupted Kenji, stepping forward between the three teens and gaining their attention.

“Her sister, Hinata, said that Niko was captain of the swimming team when she and her mother came by when the girl initially went missing. She held a record for holding her breath the longest on her swimming team,” he reminisced.

“I remember that,” Kunikida murmured thoughtfully.

“So, when she was found, the police decided it was an accidental drowning and closed the case. Apparently, the sister must think otherwise,” Ranpo deducted.

“Do you know what she was wearing when they found her?” Kunikida asked.

“She had stripped to her u-undergarments,” Ranpo said shyly, blushing as he remembered the crime-scene photos he had gotten a small glimpse of while helping the police with a different case.

“It was in the middle of summer. She might have felt like a spontaneous swim,” Naomi pointed out.

“But she had swim practice every day. It seems unlikely that she wouldn't have her bathing suit with her,” Kenji retorted.

Silence fell upon the room for a while as the five of them thought. Eventually, it was Kenji who broke the silence.

“So, what do you think Kunikida-san? Is this a lead we should be looking into?”

This time Kunikida didn't miss a beat. If anything, he was kicking himself for not having doubted the outcome of the case that Dazai had gone missing after sooner. When did he start trusting that the police knew what they were doing if not Ranpo had aided the investigation anyway? Those lazy bastards were getting way too comfortable these days.

“Absolutely.”

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This was new, and new was never good. Not in this place, anyway.

Dazai was strapped to a table he recognized from his days in the Port Mafia. It was a surgical table, there was no doubt about that. But not the soft leathery ones, covered in blue or green rolls of paper. This was made of steel and felt unyielding and chilled down his bare back and every part of his body that could possibly move was strapped down by belts with big buckles that buried painfully into his skin as he tried to move.

His eyes darted from one side to the other- trying to get just the slightest of hints about what was about to happen to him. Slight recognition of the room dawned upon him, but he would only wake up there when he was at his weakest; at the absolute brink of death. That gave him a faint hope of not getting out of there alive.

That made him calm down a little, with the hope that this could possibly be the last stop; the stop he was getting off on after an endless train ride with a long-expired ticket.

An apparition appeared at the edge of his vision. He expected that it would be Dr.You-shall-no-pass, as he had nicknamed him, inspired by a long-ago memory he had after being forced to watch a strange movie at the cinema as an important client's date in his Port Mafia-days.

Dr.You-shall-not-pass would make sure that he got the life-saving treatment each time they had pushed him too far (or as of late; when he had pushed himself too far), but this time, that was not what met him.

It was Him. The middle-aged guy with the smoker's laugh. Icy blue eyes stared down at him with a satisfied grin, uncovering his yellowing teeth. Without meaning to, the small amount of air Dazai was able to inhale got caught in his throat and if he wasn't so dehydrated, he would spit into that smug face.

“Now, young man,” the man said with his graveled voice. The parting nicotine-stained teeth revealed a souring breath; not being able to breathe properly while having his nose stuffed with sickness after days, weeks or months of malnourishment was all that kept Dazai from vomiting.

“I heard that you haven't been eating the food I've prepared- just for you. Now that just breaks my heart.”

'Food is a strong over-statement,' Dazai wanted to say, but as he opened his mouth to speak, two calloused hands abruptly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere and hastily made their way between his teeth, forcing his jaw open.

He immediately started to struggle, but his limbs were held down tightly and he could hardly move millimeters from the table. Dazai arched his back and bit down as hard as he could, but the hands that held his mouth open hardly seemed to flinch by his futile efforts.

Amidst his desperate fight to gain some control back of his own self, he could hear the venomous voice of his captor.

“If you won't eat, I guess we'll just have to feed you, won't we?”

A pale yellow tube closed in on him and his jaw was forced even wider. A small click sounded from somewhere close to his temples, and he wondered if his jaw had been dislocated. The hands holding the tube didn't relent by this, and Dazai stuck his tongue out to make yet another hinder for the feeding tube to pass, but all that left him was blood coating his gap as the sharp edges of the tube cut into if before the device was forced down his throat.

Panic like Dazai had never felt panic before hit him; something feral; animalistic providing him with a strength he didn't know he had. The bands against his right wrist suddenly snapped and immediately, he went for the tube, trying to tear it out from his throat.

A guard was quickly grabbing onto it, forcing it back far enough that they could hear the bone snap. Dazai let out a choked cry of anguish before several crackling prods were pushed into his line of sight.

He was able to feel a nauseating sensation of something filling up his gut before the shock-sticks shot him from several different angles. His vision was tunneling, and hicks for air ravaged through his entire body from the offending article forced into his insides while a muffled scream tore its way through his broken form, and he finally lost consciousness.

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Oh wow. That is becoming darker than I had anticipated. This story will be in several parts! So stay tuned!

#whump #whump community #whumptober #Whumptober day 19 #muffled scream #fanfiction #fanfic #bsd fanfic #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #OSAMU DAZAI #kenji #bsd kenji #tanizaki junichirou #naomi #kunikida #torture fic

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mermaidsirennikita · 5 years ago

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after that succession episode I need to hear your thoughts on the standouts: everything Kendall and roman/gerri.

OKAY

WELL

If anything, Kendall is even MORE my Number One Boy (Number One Boi?) than he was before he dropped that sick track. What was worse about that rap--the fact that it was actually somewhat decent in moments? The fact that he had to point out that the sick beat was created by his boy, Squiggle? Roman laughing but also clearly wanting to take that mic away from Kendall? Connor’s somewhat uncomfortable laughter? (Connor is a fucking loon, but this ep confirmed to me that he has far more big brother instincts deep within him, they’re just overshadowed by how INCREDIBLY broken he is. “That’s great, Kenny!” wasn’t even ironic lol, he genuinely hoped that Kendallw was drowning in pussy. As a fellow first pancake, I relate.) Shiv’s pure glee? The fact that when he approached Logan I was genuinely afraid that he’d end up with a butter knife in the throat?

The sad thing about the rap is that it was clearly like... Kendall getting THISCLOSE to completely unraveling. I’ve seen some people complain about how inconsistent Kendall’s behavior in this ep seemed compared to how depressed he was at the end of the last but... No, man. We thought we’d seen how broken Kendall could get, but Logan pushed him to another level last week and he transitioned into a manic state. Like, I’ve seen some takes about Kendall being bipolar... But you can have a manic episode without actually having bipolar disorder, so I’m not sure that’s it. I also think he was HIGH AS FUCK for a lot of this episode, definitely during the rap. Like, I just assume that Kendall is at least somewhat high for any scene that he’s upbeat in, but this??? Was another level. This is when “so fucked up that you can’t hug your own kids” is TURNED TO ELEVEN. And it was glorious. Throw the Emmys at Jeremy’s feet in 2020, that Best Actor race is over now.

Re: Jennifer... First off, I know that Naomi is gonna come back for the finale, so I’m not sure where all that stands. Doesn’t surprise me one bit that Jennifer looks vaguely like Rava. Secondly, GodIWishThatWasMe but we know this. Thirdly, the way he dropped her was awful but it was also just like, the tail end of that manic episode, as he sank back down to Earth. (And do I think that Rhea would have necessarily been able to manipulate him quite as easily if he hadn’t been manic as fuck? Idk, I feel like Kendall’s intense depression would have at least kept him from biting at the temptation of being The One again.)

I know that the Roy siblings are always at each other’s throats, but ugh we got So Much from them this week and I’d kinda like them to fight against Rhea even more? Though I also get why they can’t, because Roman and Kendall both would rather Rhea be The One than Shiv for plenty of reasons. However, if Roman’s highly amused and kinda sad reaction to the rap fed my Kendall/Roman feels, Shiv basically pimping out Kendall to Rhea (after offering up Tom lmao, which is something my beloved @beavesaintmarie called with weird accuracy?) and him feeding Rhea shitty intel re: Rose fed my Shiv/Kendall feels.

I can’t wait to find out how he’ll crash and burn next. The rules of storytelling indicate that eventually, Kendall’s gotta make some measure of an improvement, even if it’s only to eventually crash and burn again.... But who knows?

Roman/Gerri!!!! He’s IN LOVE, and I will fight anyone who says otherwise. I’m not gonna say it’s a traditional love. I’m not gonna say it’s like, straightforward. But as soon as Roman started messing with that flower I was like oh fuck. He’s gonna pop the question. And he fucking DID.

I’m pretty sure that Roman was referencing a famous case of murder/cannibalism in Germany too? Which is funny (?) because in that case, the victim actually offered himself up to his killer willingly because his kink was the idea of being eaten? Like, they both got off on the killer cutting the victim’s penis off, and then they ate it? (Or tried to.) So... I can only assume that Roman reads about that kind of shit online and calls Gerri for phone sex.

Also, you can BET that Roman proposed in part because he realized that Gerri might’ve fucked his dad. That just... was very *chef’s kiss* for him. I also love that when Rhea tried to cozy up to him he was like “I’M TAKEN THANKS, ALREADY HAVE A ZOMMY”.

I’ve now read, like, four different actor interviews that indicate that Roman is probably gonna be making some kind of move towards the end of this season and is gonna get his play at the throne, probably in s3. A couple were from Kieran and J. Smith-Cameron (Gerri) but Brian Cox and Alan Ruck have both alluded to similar things. So I can only assume that this is what we’re gearing up for. Buying the wrong football team aside, I actually think that Roman has potentially better business prospects than Shiv or Kendall... though that could change week to week.

UGH. SO MUCH.

#succession #Anonymous

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tea-and-finalfantasy · 6 years ago

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I’m sending you some questions too!

2. it depends! with no wind it’s fine like it just feels fresh and wintery but if it’s windy, it’s miserable

4. tea w milk, coffee w milk! both usually pretty light but i don’t mind bitter dark roast coffee! sometimes i like coffee w cinnamon or sugar or pumpkin puree and pumpkin spice but usually it’s just a good amount of milk!

6. yes! i’m not great at having the executive function to care for them but i have a small cacti, a small succulent, a larger succulent (named naruto), a dead bonsai tree (oops) but i kept the stalk/stem part, and i care for the other plants already in my house like the big leafy ones! i have some sprouted onions i put with the plants as well and i also have some dried flowers still in a vase!

9. sure! i’m not powerful but i like singing a little bit!

16. LASAGNA it’s my favorite food but only when my grandma makes it! stuffed shells is a close second!

19. i have a larger journal with drawings in it and a small one w some writing but the small one has some notes and doodles too bc it’s travel sized and used for w/e i feel like when i’m out

22. no but i love waking up early! i feel so productive when i do, even when it’s due to lack of sleep, but i usually stay up too late and sleep late into the day haha. if i were able to sleep better at night or nap less, i’d love to get up early more often! esp bc the world is quiet but not actionless like at night; i can get coffee and go to the library and get food in the morning but at night, the activities u can do out are limited in comparison

23. omg those r the best days i sleep a lot and might nap and try to fit in drawing, writing, baking, going for a walk, playing video games, going food shopping, getting coffee even if i really usually just stick to one hobby or just rest

36. lady lamb bc i’m feeling introspective and poetic but not negatively so! also twrp bc i’ve been feeling pretty good lately too! a bit messy and all over the place but trying to be positive!(Biscuit typed in 43 so i’m doing that one for her- shes right here and keeps trying to delete stuff) 43. no one! i rly only look at the stars when i get out of the car after being out at night haha BUT i’ll make it a point now to sit out in the yard tonight! thanks biscuit

44. in the shower this morning using soap i got from lush! i was super excited to use it and try my best at self care this morning bc i couldn’t sleep last night (i did nap 5 hrs though! 7pm to 12pm post work haha)

45. in a way i think! i’m very analytical and indecisive so i weigh my options extensively and even then can’t usually choose well BUT i do have a weird intuition (that my whole immediate family has oddly enough) and if i have one of those thoughts that in retrospect feel like, hm that was significant or ended up true how weird, i usually end up going w it or believing it in the moment (like one time i called out sick w a group of other ppl and that moment thought, hm i bet that person who’s supposed to observe us will be there when we’re not, and she did show up w all of us absent haha)

60. i’m picky because unlike stories where the whole text might not feel significant the entire time (like exposition vs the climax, the climax will probably resonate more or have more of an effect), poetry feels like the entire thing has to be important for me to really resonate with it or enjoy it more than other pieces? not to say that means a piece is bad, it just wont be my favorite in comparison to another work, even by the same person. that being said, i really enjoy mina loy and naomi shihab nye’s works! i also like listening to plath’s readings of her poems when i’m in a mood and want to write a certain way.

62. i think the first thing i drink is milk because we always have that, no exceptions, and it doesn’t give me heartburn like everything else does (like if i have juice or water before bed or for a few days if we don’t have milk, i’ll get heartburn). i drink milk w my pills haha. BUT i ADORE orange juice and love having that just as much!! we also usually have cranberry/cranraspberry/cranapple or apple juice in the house too!

69. i usually play whatever whenever my sister asks haha i love playing our version of taboo it’s a MESS but apples to apples, aggravation, trouble, pictionary, battleship, and card games too (I HATE PLAYING WAR THOUGH and meg always wants to play it bc she knows i hate it)

87. i don’t watch many movies so i’m really not sure but maybe something funny or cute??? those are always worth it haha

92. i would drown it in cheese but i don’t currently know any good vegan cheeses for pasta!

97. infp, pisces, hufflepuff

99. what is life by george harrison, milk duds by lady lamb, life party by twrp, fucking, shinee’s ring ding dong LOL (hitchhiking too!)

#bulbasaurwheeler #asks #love u!!!!!#<333

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gravityvampire · 2 years ago

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💣😵😡🌼

Talk about your muse || Accepting!

send 💣 for a stress headcanon send 😵 for a sickness headcanon send 😡 for an anger headcanon send 🌼 for a happiness headcanon

💣 - Naomi from the outside perspective seems stressed 24/7, but really she has a very steady level of stress that she endures on the daily- to the point where she herself doesn’t consider herself stressed when other’s ask and will often wave it off as her having a resting scared face (which is also true!).

That “stress” that she has to deal with every day is really just her actively keeping her powers from spiraling out of control. So, in a sense, her powers are directly responsible for her extreme anxiety and stress.

That’s not to say she wouldn’t have anxiety without her powers, she absolutely would, but the powers definitely make it worse.

😵 - Naomi despite being a vampire of some kind, is not immune to catching a cold or the flu. I’ve stated before but Naomi’s type of vampire are more akin to strange magical bat people, so they’re not undead and are, in face, still able to get sick. It’s one of the few ways that her kind of vampire can die without actively being stabbed or the like.

Granted she also looks sickly 90% of the time, but that’s just kind of how she looks.

😡 - There is one instance in Naomi’s canon (the tabletop game I play as her in) in which she did lose her shit- she ended up tearing a rift in space and time and killing about 200+ people in one go. Granted they did nearly kill her girlfriend at the time, but that event has been weighing on her mind ever since considering she didn’t realize how easy it was to tear though people like that.

And the fact that it felt... good to just let go in such a destructive way. Part of her wants to get angry and just let herself go again, but she knows the cost now- so there’s a good chance that she could come to hold back even when it’s vital that she doesn’t.

🌼 - It has been a few years since Naomi has felt pure, genuine, trying to fight back laughter, happiness. Even since she ran away from home she’s gone from one shitty situation to the next.

There’s always something that keeps her from fully indulging in whatever would make her happy, or that thing that would make her happy being a form of escape from something that was making her upset or stressing her out.

It almost feels as though there is something always looming just over her shoulder, waiting for her to turn around so it can hit her with some other amount of stress or sadness.

#🌙 || headcanons #🌙 || asks #🌙 || long post #{ a lot of emotional headcanons can be traced back to ''she has to keep a lid on it otherwise world go boom'' you know? }

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The End Is Nigh(t)

Summary: Princess Elena, Sofia and Hiro head into town after locating Orizaba’s temporary hideout in order to recover the town to its former, day-and-night glory by ending the Eternal Night.

Date: November 2nd, 2018

Triggers: None.

ORIZABA

The feeling of the Night was everything Orizaba recalled it to be: Refreshing, pure and peaceful. If you managed to ignore the dead people running amok. She managed, though, mostly because she was well aware that, after this little show in this little pathetic town, she’d go on to take over those lands taken from her by fearful invaders. And this time around, she’d show them who’s who.

As the invasion of Swynlake seemed to go swiftly, the Goddess of the Night had settled, temporarily, on top of an abandoned but wonderful mansion in what the money-obsessed mundus called The Woods. An abandoned house was perfect because, well, it would appear that nobody had been there in little less than a year. It had all the markings of a beast’s attack, so whoever lived there wouldn’t be coming back soon. Thus, it wouldn’t be easy for people to find her.

Just in case, though, outside the house sat her most trusted sentry. The sorceress’ familiar, an emerald-eyed doe, kept watch from one of the windows, ready to sprint to her mistress as soon as movement was felt. Orizaba knew that it would be technically possible for people to find out her location if they were sufficiently familiar with how her magic or the Eye worked, and she wasn’t about to take any chances.

ELENA

“I. Am. Sick. Of these mother fucking traumas in my fucking life,” Elena hissed to Sofia, channeling her inner Samuel L. Jackson. She huffed and continued her trek to the house Goliath told her was Orizaba’s hideout with what can only be described as pure murder in her eyes.

Elena’s grip on her Scepter tightened, so much so that her knuckles were turning white and her nails dug into her palm. As her nails broke skin, she didn’t even notice the blood. At least in her rage, she had achieved some level of badassery.

Lucia would be proud. She hoped.

“Sofia, I am going to r i p that overgrown moth’s wings off of her and feed them to my cat!” She continued her rant, but in Spanish. “No merciful queen here, not today. This is practice for when I yank Shuriki off the throne of my kingdom by force and make a slip-n-slide from her organs.”

For the Eternal Night? Orizaba deserved an ass-kicking. For possessing her best friend and bodyguard’s body, and for mind-controlling her gargoyle dad into trying to kill her? If Elena didn’t have to send her back to the Spirit Realm, she’d make a guillotine herself for her.

The rage that bubbled inside of Elena was palpable, like you could cut the angry aura around her with a knife.

“Mira, allí. Look up there.” Elena pointed to the rooftop of a house they were nearing. “It’s murder time, kids.”

SOFIA

No one ask where Sofia got the sword, okay?

She held it one hand as she followed quietly behind Elena, keeping one eye on her and Hiro and the other on their surroundings. This wasn’t the first time Sofia’d had to sneak around during a magical attack on her home (Enchancia was cool, not perfect), and she was ready to do what was needed. Even if that meant calming down Elena’s murderous rage before they launched an attack on a nocturnal demon.

“Elena, wait,” Sofia whispered, grabbing Elena by the back of her jeans and pulling her back out of sight as she motioned for Hiro to stop. “Orizaba could have the house guarded, we have to be careful! And we need a plan anyways, we can’t just go in screaming bloody murder.” She lowered her voice. “You still can’t use the Scepter for too long without tiring yourself out. We have to think this through.”

Rising slightly from her crouch, Sofia looked around the grounds quickly before dropping back down again. “Okay,” she said to Elena and Hiro. “Looks like there’s only one of her creatures watching the door. Shouldn’t be hard for us to keep the element of surprise. Any ideas?”

HIRO

Hiro had decided to tag along. He was ready to actually do something to help out, and had the means to do so. It was perfect. He’d even told Aunt Cass that he was barricading at Sofia’s so she wouldn’t worry, because he knew she wouldn’t let this happen.

He followed the other two, and crouched next to Sofia. The young man squinted and managed to see the doe with the twinkling eyes, and the way she twitched her ears in alert.

“I have an idea,” Hiro exclaimed, and readied his arm-cannon-thing (name pending), aiming it at the doe. “We take it out before it sees us, and sneak right in! It’s pretty easy, since I’ve got great aim nowadays. Just let me get this ready…”

ORIZABA

Meanwhile, inside the house, the moth fairy winged around the ballroom, decorating the place with colorful flowers hanging from the rafters and all over the floor. It might be a temporary home, but she still deserved a proper palace to live in!

The doe guarding the entrance, meanwhile, was almost unmovable. She didn’t get distracted, and her emerald eyes constantly scanned the grounds. She hadn’t found anything just yet, and there had been no need to worry - Of course, so far she’d failed to scan the upper ground the invaders had taken refuge on.

ELENA

Elena swallowed hard and eyed Hiro’s...whatever it was, with suspicion. “Are you sure this is safe?” she asked Sofia, before deciding on her own the correct answer to her question was, “Fuck it.”

Fuck it, nothing was safe right now, literally nothing, and worst case scenario, she’ll die by Hiro’s malfunctioning invention instead of die by Orizaba’s hand. Best case scenario? It works and Hiro becomes her new new favorite person.

Perhaps second favorite, behind only Naomi.

She met Hiro’s eye and nodded. “Go for it.”

SOFIA

“Quietly, though. Only if you can do it quietly,” Sofia said quickly, grimacing at the idea of killing the doe. What if it was just like Goliath? An innocent creature under Orizaba’s thrall? But Hiro and Elena were right, they didn’t have the time. “Otherwise we’ll alert Orizaba that we’re here. And try to just... knock it out?”

Across the street and several buildings down, far enough that the doe wouldn’t spot him, Sofia saw Goliath swoop in and land on the roof. Even this far away, she could see his eyes shining white with his anger.

HIRO

“Yeah, okay,” Hiro replied, not really making any promises because it wasn’t that probable that the thing would survive the blast. Or if it did, it would also possibly be crippled in a way that’d have them kill it out of mercy. Still, it was for the greater good, so he took aim and shot.

The doe’s head turned in their direction as soon as the blast had left the machine, but it was too late - as the laser struck its target and Hiro cheered about it, the doe was gone. Its body hadn’t truly collapsed. Instead, it seemed to turn into a cloud of magical dust and swirled around before being carried away by the wind.

“See? It’s perfectly fine. Probably was already dead or something!” the boy suggested.

ORIZABA

The moth fairy kept going about her business, now redecorating her colorful purple dress with even more flowers, when something struck at her heart. It was a light pain, but the source of it became evident when a cloud of her magic traveled into the house and reformed her beautiful, emerald-eyed doe in front of her, as if she’d just woken up.

“I suppose our friends are here, my pet?” she asked sing-songily. THen, the woman’s face turned into a frown as she pet the creature’s head. “I hope they come soon. Nobody harms my baby.”

ELENA

“No…” Elena trailed off, looking at Hiro in a mixture of pride - because that was damn impressive - and confusion, because then was the doe actually corporeal in the first place? “It’s never that easy with dark magic.”

She turned her focus back to Orizaba, perched on the rooftop, surveying the town like it was her own little kingdom.

And then the panic set in.

Shit, shit. Okay so the doe was gone but where did it go? Did Orizaba know they were there now? Why wasn’t she coming down to kill them?

Elena had never battled a dark being from the Spirit Realm before. She tried to kill someone once, in a house in the woods in Germany, when a magick hunter grabbed her baby sister’s arm and Elena acted fast and broke a dinner plate over his head, prepared to stab a shard into his abdomen before one of his buddies wrestled it from her hand.

It worked. Kind of. She didn’t get to kill him, but they left Isa alone.

(Later, when they threatened to kill Mateo, Elena grabbed one of their knives and held it to her throat, told them she’d slit her throat if they touched him, too. ‘Crazy bitch’ they called her. ‘She’s worth more money if we get her to that sorceress alive.’ Check, and mate.)

Elena was no stranger to extreme situations. This, however, was some next level shit.

“What now? Like is Goliath going to have to yeet me onto the roof to get at her?”

SOFIA

Sofia made herself watch as Hiro shot the deer, watched it disappear in a cloud of dust, and felt her stomach drop. She knew animals, magical and benign; none of them do that. It left a rotten feeling in her stomach, her gut telling her that if Orizaba didn’t already know they were here, she would soon.

“Now we move, fast,” Sofia hissed, staying low as she began make her way to the front door. “Hiro, you and I will keep Orizaba distracted while Elena gets in place to attack her with the Scepter. If we can find a way to pin her down, even better,” she whispered as they moved, keeping the sword close to her side in case any more undead tried to sneak up on them (Thank you, Aunt Tilly, for making sure Sofia got started with fencing lessons as soon as she started middle school).

“Elena, do not take the shot until you know it’ll hit,” she told the older woman firmly. “You’ve got at most two shots before the Scepter drains you, do not waste them.”

If they survived, Sofia would have to apologize to Elena for being so bossy. But right now, she was Crisis Mode.

“Hiro and I can take care of ourselves,” she said as she rested a hand on the doorknob, looking over at Hiro and giving him a small, confident grin. “Take advantage of the fact that you’ve got the ranged weapon and stay back. Also, aim for the wings.”

With that, she gave them both a nod and silently pressed the door open, moonlight spilling into the foyer from the windows and doorway.

HIRO

Soon after the doe vanished, the illusion of Orizaba on the rooftop did as well, dissolving into the wind. Her focus was elsewhere, and so the group moved along. Hiro nodded at Sofia and her orders. Why was she ordering him around? He was technically his boss! Well, he’d be whenever his aunt died. ANYWAY! He decided to follow through and made mental notes.

When the door opened, the interior of the house came into view. It was actually quite a modern house, with a beautiful foyer and a spiral staircase to their left. There was a trashed door to the right, and only the one in front of them seemed accessible. It was also half-open.

“That way, I suppose?” Hiro whispered, before distracting himself by looking at an assortment of hats in the corner, hanging from a perch. Everything seemed to be abandoned.

ORIZABA

It was hard to miss the flashes of purple and green magic that sneaked through the doors and windows every time Orizaba did something new to decorate the ballroom. Her wings fluttered as she moved around the place, as the doe began to move around the room as well.

“Where are yooooou, children?” the woman called out sing-songily, her voice being carried all through the house thanks to the place’s acoustic nature. “Never keep a lady waiting!”

ELENA

Elena wanted to die, sure, but not in a fire fight with Orizaba. She wouldn’t make it quick and relatively painless, she knew that much for sure.

Or, there was the option of the Scepter killing her first, because, apparently that was a possibility. In any case, this was going to be a shit time for Elena - for all of them, but even if they won...Elena.

She swallowed hard and followed them both into the house.

SOFIA

Well, there went the element of surprise.

Sofia held up her hand, stopping Hiro and Elena as her mind scrambled for a new plan. She needed to get close, they just needed a place with good cover. They just needed a moment where Orizaba was distracted.

Oh, her brother was screaming at her somewhere.

“Find your opening, wait for my signal,” she mouthed to the two behind her. With a deep breath, Sofia rose up to her full, unimpressive height - and holding her sword loosely at her side - stepped into the doorway.

“My apologies, Señora Orizaba,” she said in Avaloran Spanish, bowing at the waist. “With the current situation in town with the rise of the undead, I’ve been a bit on edge. I am Princess Sofia Álvarez-Hagebak from Enchancia, I am here to speak with you about the night that has enveloped the town.”

Keeping eye contact with the moth goddess, Sofia set the sword down on the floor in front of her. “I don’t want this to come to violence, Señora,” she said earnestly. “I give you my word as Princess of Enchancia that I will not attack you unprovoked. Please, let’s talk.”

HIRO

You know when people say something to you in a low tone of voice, and you don’t hear a thing because a moth fairy is blasting things in the other room? Well, that was what happened to Hiro right then and there. He wasn’t a lip reader, and was completely puzzled when Sofia stood up and walked inside.

He peeked into the room as discreetly as possible, reloading the arm cannon as he did so as to be able to shoot at whichever point he had to. He then looked back at Elena, nodding at her and slipping through the door. He hid behind one of the pillars in the ballroom while the winged lady was distracted.

ORIZABA

The sorceress was most definitely surprised at the sight of Sofia. Mainly because it wasn’t a princess she knew. It wasn’t a princess Gabe knew either, or at the very least not very well, because she couldn’t remember her face at all.

“Señorita, querida. Se-ño-rita,” the fairy corrected. “I’m only a few thousand years old. So why would I want to talk to you? I was actually expecting a different princess,” she admitted. “I supposed you’re here to thank me for the gift of night, are you not? I’d sing a song about it, but I’m quite busy decorating. Either way, thanks have been given. Feel free to leave now.”

She snapped her fingers, and Gabe’s body materialized in the middle of the ballroom, floating under the chandelier, asleep. “If you see any more princesses on your way out, tell them I have something they might want. Frankly, the sooner I get rid of her, the better, don’t you think?”

ELENA

Here, Elena almost laughed. A few thousand years old and she wants to be called señorita? Ay, ay, ay. Who does this demon from hell think she is? Fancies herself some kind of comedian.

Frankly, the sooner I get rid of her, the better, don’t you think?

Here, Elena tried not to make a peep. Really, she did. But the sharp intake of breath may have been enough to alert the ethereal being to her presence.

SOFIA

Orizaba produced the body of Gabe, sleeping peacefully, and only years and years of practice controlling her expression in court kept Sofia’s eyes from going as wide as dinner plates. She had to get Gabe away from her, or at least out of the way. But first, she needed to stall for time.

(Maybe, a hopeful little voice whispered in the back of her mind, you will be able to reason with Orizaba! Sofia knew better now than to put too much stock into that little voice.)

“Señorita,” Sofia amended. “I do admire the gift you’ve given us, and my thanks are there. But have you thought about the long-term effects this eternal night could have?” Sofia spotted the doe from before - she knew it hadn’t died, damn it - and gestured towards her. “Without the sun, all the crops will die and the climate will be too cold. Even your nocturnal friends will begin to suffer.” Sofia carefully didn’t mention the effect the eternal night would have on humans.

Sofia had a pretty good feeling Orizaba did not care.

“Day and night are meant to balance each other, provide for the land so the other can thrive. What if we were able to find some land where you could create your eternal night, more suited to the conditions? We would be able to provide everything else you needed, including a palace for you far grander than this.”

Did she honestly think Orizaba gave a damn? No. But she didn’t need to. Sofia just needed to buy Hiro time so he could get a shot at her wings.

HIRO (& ORIZABA)

The winged woman listened, arching a brow and showing off a smirk. She reached out her hand to pet the doe. “Oh, you need not take care of me,” she assured the princess. “I can take care of myself. Quite frankly, it’s offensive, that what you’re offering.”

Meanwhile, Hiro found his way closer to the floating woman, sneaking along the pillars and hoping to keep away from her sight. His intention was to get to the opposite end of the room, so the fairy’s attention would divert in that direction and give Elena her back.

“I am Itzpapalotl, the Goddess of the Night and the Sorceresses. Before your darling european compatriots came over and stole my throne, the night was for everyone. We all lived in peace and nature thrived. Then you lto came and ruined it all. Locked me away, just like you did with all the others! You didn’t think we’d be able to ever break out. And now, querida, I’m angry. The animals will thrive. Believe me. But you humans will know what it is to suffer for thousands of years. Believe me.”

With that, Hiro was positioned and ready. He took a shot at the moth fairy and hit one of her wings. It regenerated almost immediately, and her flight didn’t break. “Shit,” Hiro muttered, when the woman turned to face him and cackled. “Oh, you brought a friend. How adorable! I wonder which one of you will be more enjoyable to tear apart...?”

ELENA

Elena was waiting for Sofia’s signal. She was waiting. And waiting.

And waiting.

But before it came, she heard Hiro’s arm-cannon-thingy (name pending) go off, and Elena gripped her Scepter, prepared to leap out and fuck Orizaba’s shit up-! Shit, Hiro said. And not a ‘Shit!’ of victory, but one that said ‘this is bad.’

Elena didn’t move. She was waiting on Sofia’s signal.

The waiting didn’t last but another second, though, for what Orizaba said next set fire to Elena bones. No! It was Elena who wielded the Scepter of Light, it was Elena that Orizaba needed to fight, not Sofia and Hiro. It was Elena who was going to be the one to maybe get torn apart tonight, not two nineteen year old kids who just wanted to help her.

When she spoke up, she used tu verbs very intentionally.

“No! You don’t touch them!” Elena cried out, rushing forward. “Keep your hands and your magic off of them!”

She aimed the Scepter, prepared to go right for Orizaba’s face, but in looking up to fire at her, Elena finally noticed what it was Orizaba had talked about having. Her eyes widened the size of the moon in her horror.

“Gabe! Put him down, let him go!”

SOFIA

You know, this wasn’t the first time a dark entity had monologued at her. Wasn’t even the second.

(If she got five punches on her ‘Facing Down the Forces Of Evil’ card, she got a free smoothie.)

Her proposal had the intended effect of setting Orizaba off, and Sofia waited patiently as Hiro got in position and took his shot. His shot didn’t have the intended effect, and for a moment everything seemed to move in slow motion. Orizaba turned to face Hiro, and Sofia leaned down to scoop up her sword. Elena rushed out from behind her cover, and Sofia was already crossing the room at a run.

Elena leveled the Scepter at Orizaba, and Sofia’s fingers went to her own artifact. The Amulet of Avalor warmed in reply.

“I wish to be able to jump very high,” Sofia whispered to the amulet as she ran across the room, and with her next step, flung herself into the air. It would have taken less magic to transform into an animal instead of making a wish, but Sofia needed to keep a hold of her sword. Instead, Sofia felt gravity let go of her for a moment, and she reached out towards Gabe as she reached the crest of her arch. She grabbed onto his chest as she headed back down, and rolled protectively around his body as they bounced along the floor. Oof, ouch, okay he was heavier than she expected, especially when he was all sleepy and floppy.

Sofia quickly shifted Gabe’s body behind her and hopped back to her feet, ignoring the throbbing in her ribs. “NOW!” she yelled, sword held aloft as she prayed that both Hiro and Elena would take the shot at the same time.

HIRO & ORIZABA

Hiro swallowed when the terrifying fairy turned to face him. For a moment, he wondered whether such a woman would be capable of tearing people apart, but then he decided he had to do all he could to not find out. Thankfully, Elena came in at the nick of time, making the winged lady turn around.

“Ah, the belle of the ball shows up in the end!” Orizaba exclaimed, with a joyful cackle. “I knew you’d come save your friend. Too bad you came in last, though, Elenita. I’m disappointed you didn’t lead the charge. What would Gabe think?”

The woman dispersed into a hundred moths, and rematerialized near the chandelier, when she noticed Gabe being taken away. She materialized the Eye of Midnight in her hand. “I suppose it doesn’t matter. You can have him. That man has exceeded his usefulness. Now, darling…”

Hiro shot when Sofia yelled, hoping to hit the fairy. However, even though he succeeded, the hole that had appeared in her chest soon refilled itself with the help of the moths, and the fairy laughed. “Shit,” he repeated. “Uh - Elena, shoot the ball-thingy!” he exclaimed, gesturing at the Eye floating near the woman’s hand.

ELENA

Elena’s lip curled at Orizaba saying the nickname with the same strange cadence as post-coma Gabe, and her eyes slowly widened in dawning realization.

“You!” She hissed, the informal pronoun falling from her mouth like poison. Elena aimed the Scepter of Light directly at Orizaba’s chest, prepared to fire, until Hiro’s shout redirected her.

Ball-thingy? Again, her eyes about popped out of her head. “The Eye of Midnight,” she mouthed, near frozen in disbelief. It was the stuff of legends in her country, one of the stories from the ancient Maruvians that first thrived in the land that would become Avalor. Crazy. It looked just like the drawings by the Maruvians and in Mateo’s grandfather’s books of Maruvian magic legends.

No wonder it had been night for what should have been days. With the power inside that thing…

Right. Aim for it. Three shots before she would exhaust herself, maybe five maximum before she’d lose consciousness. Hopefully she wouldn’t need to get to five in the first place.

Eye of Midnight. Aim. Fire.

“Rayo.”

SOFIA

Sofia watched as she hid Gabe’s body behind a pillar, watched Orizaba dissolve into hundreds of moths and reappear across the room, watched Hiro’s laser punch a hole through her chest and watched her not even flinch.

Sofia probably should have wished for the ability to breathe fire instead. Burn up the damn moths instead.

She saw the Eye of Midnight appear and her eyes went wide like Elena’s. Sofia wasn’t an expert on Maruvian artifacts, persay, but she knew her basics, and the Eye of Midnight was a bad, bad sign. It at least explained the whole ‘eternal night’ thing.

She watched, waiting, as Elena took aim and fired. Hiro’s attack may not have affected Orizaba terribly, but it had distracted her, and the Eye or Midnight went flying from her hand to bounce and roll harmlessly across the room. Orizaba turned to get retrieve it, but never had the chance.

Not with five foot and four inches of angry, sword-wielding princess flying at her face.

Sofia shouted as she leapt through the air, swinging her sword in front of her at just the right angle to cut straight through Orizaba’s arm below the shoulder; moths flying into the air as the arm fell and dissolved. Sofia didn’t let that slow her momentum, her knees crashing into Orizaba’s chest as she began her descent. This time, Sofia kicked off before they hit the ground, landing on the balls of her feet a few yards away as Orizaba was knocked into the ground.

“Hold her down!” Sofia yelled towards Hiro, racing towards the goddess and grabbing onto her legs before she could lift back into the air.

ORIZABA & HIRO

It didn’t take long for Orizaba’s arm to get back in working order, thanks to her ability to rekindle herself almost immediately.Still, it was harder to do things without the Eye of Midnight. For one, her familiar had disappeared for whatever reason, and she was being held down by the girl. Still, the moth fairy did her best to slide in the direction of the Eye of Midnight as quickly as possible.

Hiro jumped in at Sofia’s suggestion, reaching to grab and try to pin down the woman. She kept sliding and her hand was reaching out for the Eye, so he fired a quick shot in that direction to make it roll away further. “How’s an overgrown moth this strong?!” he complained, looking at Sofia, as he put his all on hindering the deity of the night. He hoped Elena would end it, and quick.

ELENA

“Not for long!” Elena shouted, taking aim at Orizaba.

It was harder this time, with Sofia and Hiro on her, because if she aimed too far this way or that she’d blaze a hole through the body of a nineteen year old. Now wasn’t the time to overthink things, though.

Aim, shoot. Aim, shoot. That was all she needed to do, but…

“Rayo!”

A blaze of light shot from the Scepter at the command and flew off into the wall, sending chunks of it and the furniture along it everywhere. Get it together Elena, get it together! Aim, steady, ignore the blood in your eye from the cut you just gave yourself.

“Rayo!”

Miss. Fuck, that’s three shots, she can already feel her energy just being sucked out of her. One more time, one more time. Aim, steady.

“Rayo!”

Blue light struck Orizaba in the chest as Elena’s grip on the Scepter faltered, her arms having gone a bit floppy with exhaustion. Please, please, be the end of this. If she was lucky, really lucky, she could manage a fifth shot, but she’d rather not test that theory out.

ORIZABA

Orizaba gasped when the last bolt hit her. She was in pain, and the hole in her chest was surrounded by moths frantically fluttering around, trying to reform the body. However, Orizaba’s true weakness was the light, and that of the Scepter was particularly possible.

“No, you imbecile!” she exclaimed, turning to face Elena with rage in her eyes.

As the fairy desperately tried to reform, her wings slowly seemed to burn away in different spots. Soon enough, the entirety of her body began to do the same. In that moment, she knew it was then or never. She had to take them all down with her.

Her hands transformed into jaguar-like claws, and her legs did as well. The woman’s previously beautiful face began to morph as well, as she shook off the two kids from her body and leapt at Elena, ready to swipe her out of existence along with her.

“You must pay!” she exclaimed, desperately, as she fell toward the princess… And then, right before doing what she wanted to do, the rest of her body burned out, and only a flock of purple moths remained until, eventually, they too dissipated into the realm beyond the physical.

The Eye of Midnight glowed again, there, on the floor, as the clouds of magic that had taken over the town slowly dissipated to reveal the light of the sun. In the corner, Gabe’s eyes opened, and he leaned up as much as he could, taking in the room he was in, very confused.

SOFIA

Sofia had been counting with Elena, counting down the number of shoots left until she was done for the count, until it was two on one instead of three on one.

She felt one of Elena’s blasts come within inches of the back of her hair, singeing some of her hair. Sofia ignored it, fighting to hold down the struggling moth fairy alongside Hiro. They couldn’t do this forever, and neither could Elena.

The next blast, however, went straight through Orizaba’s chest, and Sofia felt the ripple move through her body. It was odd, after all the zombie nonsense that had been going on, to see the empty hole where there should have been fairy instead. The rest of the woman began to rapidly deteriorate as well, moths crumbling to dust, and Sofia nearly fell through the floor when Orizaba ripped her way free to lunge at Elena. Sofia didn’t even have time to try and grab her, to cry out, before Orizaba burst into a million moths. Soon, those too were gone.

Sofia rolled onto her back, breathing heavily as she tried to process the fact that they had done it. They’d really done it. Orizaba was gone.

Through the windows, Sofia could see the night melt away, and the sky turned from black to the soft, buttery yellow and pinks of dawn. She smiled, letting her head fall back and her eyes close.

One down, one to go.

GABE (& HIRO)

“Elena?” Gabe called out after processing the disappearance of the moth fairy. It wasn’t hard to assume who she was, considering the tales back home. How Gabe had gotten there, though, was another mystery entirely. The last thing he recalled was a fire had broken out in the school and he was on his way there.

Meanwhile, Hiro backed away, gazing at the Eye of Midnight and uncertain of what they should do with it. He decided to guard it while the others got their bearings in order.

ELENA

Elena fell to her knees, exhausted and in pain, and would have just laid flat on her back, too if it weren’t for the little confused, “Elena?” from the distance. Gabe. Gabe was awake, Gabe said her name, and it was his voice and his cadence, and it was him this time, and-

And Elena barely had the strength to get up off her knees, but what kind of friend and surrogate little sister would she be if she didn’t?, and beelined for Gabe.

Her strength and wakefulness were fading fast. She was fighting her inevitable blackout so hard right now, the world was getting heavier, and heavier around her, but it- she couldn’t give in just yet. There was a Gabe to hug.

She dropped to her knees beside him, eyelids drooping, and rested her head against his chest to feel for his heartbeat. There it was. Steady, healthy as far as she could tell, very much alive and not zombified or possessed, just her Gabe.

“I m-missed you,” she sniffled, her weak arms wrapping around him as she stretched her neck up to kiss his cheek. “I missed you much much. I’m s-sorry I c-can’t, I can’t explain right now, I don’t have…”

God, she was fading fast. Stupid Scepter. Stupid Orizaba.

“...have time. Scepter. I’ll ex-explain when I wake up but. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Gabe.” Elena’s voice grew softer every few words, her eyelids fluttered shut, then open, shut, then open.

Elena’s hands clutched at the fabric of Gabe’s shirt as she relaxed into his warmth. “Gabriel, you- I just. Te quiero mucho, big brother. I l-love you so much, and I’m s-so glad you’re ba...back. You’re...ba…”

And Elena wouldn’t recall if she finished that word or not, as it was then that the Scepter’s energy drain took her under and she went limp around Gabe, unconcious.

GOLIATH

Goliath could feel the night finally end, the magic melting away like mist in the sunlight. For once, he welcomed the pain that came with the sunrise as his body twisted and broke and reset into his human skin. He felt his chest, the soft skin that gave and moved under his fingers. His blunt, human nails on five human fingers, his heels flat on the ground.

He looked up at the dawn, the sky painted in a wash of colors, and breathed.

He’d had the sense to drop back to the ground before he lost his wings, and he didn’t feel any sort of tug on his mind as he made his way into the house where Orizaba had made her temporary home. The whole house smelled of bear, but Goliath ignored it; instead making his way into the room where the four humans were left. His eyes immediately sought out Elena, breathing out in relief when he saw her safe - albeit, passed out - on top of a confused Gabe. Sofia was strewn out on the ground, catching her breath, and her friend Hiro was standing next to her, watching…

Goliath approached him, smiling at his former student. “I’ll take care of that,” he reassured Hiro, kneeling down and accepting Sofia’s weak grin and fist bump as he picked the Eye of Midnight up off the ground. Even without Orizaba around, it called to him, and he considered it for a moment before putting it into the pocket of his sweatpants.

After helping Sofia onto her feet so Hiro could help hold the young princess up, Goliath crossed over to Gabe and Elena. He smiled gently at Gabe, resting a hand on his shoulder for a moment. “Good to have you back, son,” he said before looking down at Elena. He easily scooped her small body into his arms, grabbing the Scepter and resting it across her lap. He then turned his back to Gabe, helping the young Royal Guard onto his back.

“Let’s all get home,” he said softly. “Whatever is left, we can deal with tomorrow.” For the sun would rise and set as it should, and slowly, the world would turn back to normal.

(Across town, deep in the forest, the Cauldron shuddered.)

#The End Is Nigh(t)

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deans-baby-momma · 6 years ago

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 28

Chapter 27

Who knew that the day I finally thought it was all coming together would also be the day it all came crumbling down?

I take the shot that Greg, the bartender, sits in front of me. Yes, I am on a first name basis with the bartender of the RiverSide Bar & Grill. I’ve been sitting here for hours, drinking, trying to forget this day. Trying to drink away the hurt, betrayal and heartache but it only seems to amplify it so I switched it up to the hard stuff, straight shots of Patron. The day had started out so wonderful I never in a million years thought that I’d end it by trying to drink the thought of Jensen away.

I step into the front door of The Homestead Diner with a smile on my face and a pep in my step. Even though I had left Jensen asleep in my bed, I knew that when my shift was over and I was home again, he’d be there. He was mine now. No more pining over him while he was at home with his wife. He was living with me. Jensen was mine!

“Well what’s got you all chipper this morning?” Naomi asked as I poured my coffee and stole a croissant.

“Nothing,” I answer her. “Just feel good today. Finally over my illness, I guess.” I lie.

“Well, can’t blame you there. It’s hell being sick,” Mack says coming out of the kitchen.

“Yes it is,” I mumble as I sip the hot coffee, thinking back to when I was sick and Jensen took care of me. He loves me enough to care that I got better. It puts a smile on my face just remembering that the man I was in love with loved me back.

The morning regulars start coming in not long after I’ve finished my breakfast and I get right to work. Almost all of the younger generation of early risers sit in my section and I have a good time going around, checking if they need refills and bringing out their food. Even some of the older folks notice my merry demeanor and comments on it. I give everyone a cheerful smile and I tell them, “It’s just a good day!”

My shift is over so quick I feel like the day had just started. I clock out tell Naomi and Mack bye and start walking back to my apartment. I’m anxious to get there, eager to see if he and Dani were able to come up with some type of arrangement for him to see and spend time with JJ.

I unlock my door, thinking he must not be back yet because the door is locked and he has no key. I sit my purse on the counter and go to the bedroom to change out of my uniform. I glance at the bed and smile, my heart warming. The man had even made the bed before he left. I change into a pair of denim shorts and a flowy aquamarine top that has little flowers printed on it. I grab the suitcase Jensen had left in the front room and pull it to the bedroom, sitting it in the closet.

I decide to go through my dresser and clear some room for him to put away anything he wishes. I know he’s only going to be here for about three weeks, hiatus is over shortly and it’s back to Vancouver and filming for him, but for those three weeks I want him to feel comfortable and at home.

When I get done making space, I walk into the kitchen and look to see what to cook my man for dinner. MY MAN, That has a nice ring to it. I smile and go about getting stuff together to make a chicken dish I knew I cooked well. By the time I was putting the casserole dish in the oven, I was beginning to wonder where he was. It was closing in on 5 p.m. and I had really thought he’d be back by now. I grab my phone and see no missed calls or messages, I decide to text him quick and ask what time he think he’d be getting back. The response I got caused me to stop in my tracks and stare at the screen.

I feel the tears burning my eyes. ‘What does he mean he’s not coming back?!’ I read the message over and over. They decided to work thing out? I feel the moisture run down my face and the drops begin bouncing off the screen, blurring my vision. In my misery, I somehow shut the message app off and slip the phone into my back pocket. I turn and see the mess on the counter from where I worked to put together dinner. I swipe my arm across the counter, knocking the bottles and bowls onto the floor, they clutter and roll. I don’t care. I don’t care if about anything. I grab my purse and walk out the door, locking it behind me.

I get in my car and drive around for what seems like an eternity, just turning this way and that, not having a destination in mind. Finally I see the neon sign for the RiverSide Bar & Grill and I pull into the lot. The lot is pretty deserted but then again it’s still early evening. I walk in and go straight to the bar, ordering a beer. As soon as he slides in over, the bartender speaks, “Rough day, I take it?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Well, just yell when you need another,” he says and smiles a small smile at me.

I nod in understanding and take a drink of the bitter ale. Thankfully when I finish it off, the bartender is standing close enough to me that I don’t have to try too hard to get his attention. He pulls another one and hands it over. “Thanks.”

“Listen, I know it isn’t my business,” he says, flipping his towel over his shoulder and leaning his elbows on the bar. “Man troubles or work troubles? Or both?”

I slouch down on the stool. I can’t tell him I’m drinking to push Jensen’s memory away. I still love him and if he is truly trying to work things out with Dani, he doesn’t need me going around running my mouth about him. I look up at the bartender and answer. “Man troubles.”

“Figures,” he says. “A pretty girl like you in a bar drinking and crying alone.”

“Yea.” I chuckle lightly.

My phone begins ringing in my picket and I pull it out to see Jensen’s name on the screen. I quickly reject the call, hoping the man in front of me didn’t see.

“That him”

“Yea, don’t know why he’s calling for. We’re over.”

“You end it or he?”

“He did.” I feel fresh tears slide down my cheeks. Just saying it out loud is breaking my heart.

My phone begins ringing again and I reject the call once more.

“Sounds to me like he might have change his mind.”

“I doubt it.”

“Okay, you know him better than me anyway,” the bartender says, standing back to his full height. “Name’s Greg. Just let me know when you’re ready for another.” He walks away and starts drying glasses down the bar.

By the time my second beer is gone, I’ve received two more calls and the texts have started coming in but I don’t even open them.

“Greg,” I say loud enough for him to hear over the din of the bar. The crowd has picked up and the jukebox is playing.

“What can I get for you milady?” Greg says with a smile. I know he is just trying to cheer me up but it’s not working.

“Give me something stronger. Shot of tequila.”

“Coming right up!”

I take the shot and prepare for the burn. I’m acutely surprised when there isn’t one. I point to the glass and he pours another. I tip it back and I can feel the effects. I pull my phone out to check the messages before my mind catches up.

I inwardly laugh at his supposed worry. I notice I have a voicemail so I dial the code in and listen. The second his voice hits my ear, it all hits me again. I’ll never hear it again, hear him tell me he loves me, hear him tell me how much I mean to him. I am barely listening to what he is saying, just hearing his voice.

“Baby, where are you? I came home and you weren’t here. I don’t have a key yet so I can’t get in. I have tried calling but it only rings once then off to voicemail. Please answer me Drea. You’re scaring me! I love you.”

I pull the phone away and look at the screen. He left that message half an hour ago. What kind of sick game is he playing? I turn the power off on the phone and slide it back into my pocket. Damn you Jensen Ackles! Damn you for thinking you could play me for a fool! I motion to Greg for another shot and he obliges.

About five shots and a great feeling later, the door opens and I look over to see Jensen standing there, looking around the room. His eyes meet mine and I look away. What the fuck is he doing here? Why did he have to pick this bar?

Jensen walks right up to me with a look on his face that I just can’t understand. Why does he look relieved? Why is he looking at me like he’s happy to see me. And why the hell isn’t he at home making up with his wife?

“There you are!” he says as he walks up to me. I know it’s him even behind the glasses and hat. He slides onto the stool beside me and reaches out to touch my hand. I flinch away and turn my back to him. I get Greg’s attention that I’m ready to settle my bill and he brings me the receipt.

“See ya darlin’,” he says as I stand up, trying not to wobble.

I walk out and I can hear footsteps behind me. As soon as we make it through the door, I grab my keys out of my purse and take of walking toward my car. Jensen grabs my shoulder stopping me. I drop my keys on the ground so I bend over to pick them up, but in my unhindered state, I lose my balance and fall .

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you drive after watching you take at least two shots, not to mention what you’ve had before I got here,” he says, snatching the keys from me. “You can’t even stand up, baby.”

I turn to look at him and he steps back when he sees the fire in my eyes.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore! You are an asshole Jensen Ackles and I hate you!” The look on his face is pure panic. It makes me even more angry; he’s a good actor, pretending to be astonished at my outburst.

“You led me on! You told me you loved me! You made me fall in love with you! I believed it all. I’m such a goddamned idiot. You probably saw me coming. Save the damsel in distress and pretend to care and when you got her on the hook, bring it on home with some sweet words and she’ll fall right into your arms. And your bed! Fuck, Jay, I actually thought we were making love.”

“Baby,” Jensen whispers, reaching out for me but I step back.

“I’m not your baby! I’m not anything to you!” The amount of alcohol in my system lowers my inhibitions and next thing I know I am punching and slapping him in the chest, tears running down my face in a frenzy. Jensen just stands there and takes it all, not saying a word.

When the fight in me is gone and I hide my face in my hands, I feel his arms wrap around me. I want to pull away, I really do; but the comfort I feel in his embrace stills me.

“Are you done yet?” he asks, lowly.

I can’t answer him, I just cry into his chest harder. I can’t look at him, there is no way in hell this man is going to ever forgive me. I just hit and slapped him. What legal repercussions am I facing now?

“Drea, I haven’t the slightest clue what you are talking about,” he whispers in my ear. “I do love you. I love you so much! And care for you? Are you serious? I was so worried about you, I have ran all over town looking for you!”

I sniffle and take a breathe, encouraging myself to look at him. His green eyes are full of worry and concern. Tears stain his cheeks and jaw.

“Are you serious? I thought you and Dani were making up?”

He chuckles. “No. Not in this lifetime. Do you know what I found out today? I found out that it wasn’t just the one time. She’s been sleeping around since before we got married. She’s had a side piece on every project she took on. I can never trust her again, nor do I want to. I have you.”

“What?!” I can’t believe what I just heard. Dani has been cheating on him this whole time.

“She confessed to me during one of the many arguments we had today,” he explains. “But, I should’ve known. Hell it’s how we met, on a set. I was just stupid enough to fall for her fake down-to-earth, girl-next-door facade and marry her.”

“So you’re not going to try working it out?” I ask, confused but a little bit elated.

“No! I’m done,” he refutes. I told her we were through and that I was going to fight for JJ if she didn’t allow me to spend time with my daughter. And if she thought she would win that war, I would gladly bring up her indiscretions and get full custody.”

I look up at him in admiration. He was fighting for what he wanted. He wasn’t going to back down and bow to her. My heart felt whole and full with pride for the man in front of me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me tightly. “I love you Jay. I don’t hate you. I was mad, hurt and confused.”

“Why did you think we were going to work it out?”

I pull my phone out and open my messages, showing him the message I had received. He read it and I could tell by the grip he had on my phone that he was enraged, livid even. “That bitch!”

Chapter 29

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thursdays-fallen-angel · 7 years ago

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Peace-Weaver, Part 2

A continuation of @saltnhalo‘s birthday fic. <3

Part One; AO3 Link

king!alpha!Cas, prince!omega!Dean; 4.6k

Dean spends a lot of time thinking about Cas.

Maybe even too much.

He can’t help it, though. He may have only spent a few hours total with the alpha, but Cas was so nice to him. Caring. Nurturing. So genuine and open in a way that most alphas in Dean’s vicinity don’t dare to be. Lacking in an alpha parent as he was growing up, it’s an experience he has truly never had.

But of course, that’s not the only reason he had liked Cas. The other reasons simply go without saying.

Regardless of whether he dwells on those other reasons or not, however, he supposes that thinking of Cas is only fair. The alpha is, after all, largely responsible for the way in which Dean’s life has unfolded in the time since they met.

After he returned home, Dean took Cas’ advice to heart and made an effort to settle things with his mother. Queen Mary was not pleased that he left to begin with, even without knowing that he went to Eden (or was attacked on his way there), but she was gracious in her forgiveness, and life resumed without them having missed a single beat.

Not even going back to normal can stop Dean from thinking about Cas, though. In fact, it does the opposite, because while Dean resumes his duties as crown prince as if he had never tried to leave them, he gets everything that goes along with it.

Including the war preparations.

Cas hadn’t understood the full weight of the debate he was settling, in telling Dean to listen to his mother. Dean knows that. But regardless, at its core, Cas’ perspective had come from too personal of a place to be ignored.

Even if it was only mentioned in passing, it was clear that Cas was still suffering from the loss of his mother. And if Dean were in his shoes, he doesn’t know how he would cope.

What would he do if he or Mary died while they were at-odds with one another?

Not only would Mary’s death drop the entirety of Campbell’s responsibilities onto Dean’s shoulders, but it would also haunt him. He knows that without a doubt.

He could hear it in Cas’ voice.

Dean doesn’t like preparing for war. He doesn’t want to see Campbell aligned with King Lucifer, and more importantly, he doesn’t want to sack Eden. Cas’ cabin was the most Dean has ever seen of his neighboring kingdom, but even that much was beautiful. Eden’s people (one particular man) were good to him. And if that somehow wasn’t enough to make him feel protective of it (it is), there’s also the knowledge in the back of his mind that if Queen Naomi had not died, Dean likely would have been married to her son. Eden would have been his.

Sure, that thought isn’t quite as appealing as it once might have been—also Cas’ fault—but it still means something.

But obeying his mother means making compromises. So he does as he’s told.

He contributes to letters his mother exchanges with King Lucifer. He works with Campbell’s top generals to ensure their army is in peak shape. He plans contingencies with his brother. He negotiates with their lords to secure all of the resources they could possibly need, accounting for their march on Eden’s capitol as well as a potential siege, seeing as Lucifer has made it clear he is not above starving the Novaks out if it comes to it.

And between it all, when he has a few hours or a night to spare when no one will notice his absence, he slips into the woods and returns to the cabin by the lake. No matter how many times he visits, though, and no matter how long he stays in the cabin each time, Cas never shows. With nothing to go off but that single location, he has no idea how else he might find the alpha.

Every night, he prays to the gods that when he does find Cas, it won’t be on the battlefield.

He prays to the gods that he won’t find him already dead, slain by his own army or Lucifer’s.

The alpha is of noble disposition, that much Dean is sure of, but if he can be in the perfect medium space between high-ranking official and nameless foot soldier, then there is a chance he will survive. There is a chance that Lucifer and Mary will not have him slaughtered for the purpose of solidifying their own control of Eden’s lands, and that he won’t be given back to the earth without Dean ever having so much as learned his full name.

Dean isn’t incredibly confident in the odds. But he has to hope.

Thankfully, the battle preparations actually take up quite a bit of the prince’s time. Cas wiggles his way into the gaps in his thoughts, and into the late nights when Dean can’t sleep, but as time passes, the alpha fades from the forefront of his mind. Dean doesn’t forget about him, far from, but he has to rationalize. Prioritize. Because no matter what may or may not happen with Cas, there is nothing for Dean to do about it until the war has passed.

As always, his kingdom must come before his personal desires.

At least, that is what he has to tell himself, several times over, to stomach Lucifer.

The letters that are exchanged with King Lucifer help to establish many of the necessary details of the upcoming invasion, but there is only so much that can be communicated in the written hand. Dean would rather not acknowledge such a detail, but when letters transition to meetings, first between generals and then with the foreign king himself, there is little for the prince to do but play his part.

Together, they solidify their plans, discuss formations, set a timeline. The sooner they can get to Eden, the less time Eden’s king will have to prepare, and so once they’ve confirmed that everything is in order, they set out. King Lucifer will lead his army from Gehenna’s capitol city, Dean will lead Campbell’s from their own capitol, and in the end, they will converge on Eden at the same time.

“With luck,” Lucifer says, with a foul smile that has Dean’s blood turning to ice in his veins, “the false king won’t know we’re coming until it’s already too late for him to save himself.”

To which Mary smiles and agrees, “I am confident in your successes.”

Dean remains silent. He thinks back to Cas, purely to remind himself of why he reconciled with his mother. Why he is in the position that he is in.

For Cas.

He can’t bring himself to be surprised when Mary elects to stay in Campbell during the march on Eden. When the time comes to depart, Dean’s horse is saddled and the caravans are ready, yet the queen is nowhere in sight—until, that is, she emerges from the castle doors, dressed far too regally for riding.

Dean suppresses a sigh and goes to her. He kneels at the base of the stairs she is descending, suddenly feeling spiteful enough to not give a damn for the mud he knows will stain the knee of his trousers when he stands again.

When Mary reaches him, she pets a hand through his hair and gently encourages him to look up. The soft smile on her lips doesn’t reach her eyes. “Dean. My son. It is time for you to prove yourself, and show all of Campbell that you are prepared to be a leader. Go out there and make me proud.”

The prince clenches his jaw. “You will not be accompanying us?”

“You don’t need me to. You are almost ready to be king. You need to prepare yourself for that transition.” Mary pauses; the brief silence is weighted, and not in a good way. “King Lucifer has made us a very good offer.”

Dean sucks in a sharp breath. He pushes up to his feet, decorum be damned, and uses his advantage of height to very nearly glare at his mother. “What kind of offer? Why wasn’t I told about this?”

Mary’s eyes narrow slightly, but her expression otherwise remains impassive. “King Lucifer has an alpha sister, Abaddon. Our kingdoms are forming a union to overtake Eden, and as such, Lucifer and I have agreed that solidifying that for the future with a marriage would be best. We will be dividing Eden’s resources evenly; our alliance is going to be very important over the next few years.”

The queen’s words leave Dean’s ears ringing. He had known that Eden was to be divided between Lucifer and Mary, absorbed in equal measure into Gehenna and Campbell, but a marriage. And to Lucifer’s sister, no less.

Dean has not heard much about Abaddon, but he has heard enough. He knows that she is cruel, vicious, sadistic, the most feared alpha in the land, the sword of Lucifer’s conquering army. And Dean has seen Gehenna; legend has it that the land was once green and beautiful, but now it is barren, abused by its leaders for generations.

Yet Mary arranged for Dean to wed Abaddon. To accept her into Campbell.

Dean feels as if he’s going to be sick.

Mary pats his cheek affectionately, either not caring for or not noticing his horror. “She will make a fine alpha, and the two of you will be very happy together. Just think about how strong your children will be. And when the two of you are crowned, side by side—”

“Mom—”

“—You’ll see that this was the best thing to do. You’ll thank me.”

Dean doubts that.

Mary presses a quick kiss to his forehead, Sam emerges from his studies for long enough to give him a hug, and the pair wave to Dean until he is out of sight, the long procession of his army trailing behind him. It’s a nice enough send-off, even if the destination is less nice.

The trip to Eden is slow and tiring. Travelling with an army at his heels is far different from sneaking off to Cas’ cabin, as it requires a continuous march of armed and ready soldiers, squires, and other assorted supporters, all in perfect order, bookended by flag bearers. It’s nothing short of an ordeal.

Thinking about it sets Dean’s nerves on edge, and has anxiety curling in his gut. It feels wrong. Out-of-step. Like he’s charging toward disaster with no weapon in his hand and no way to stop himself.

It’s not a good mindset for the commander of an invasion to have.

Dean tries not to pay too much attention to the actual journey into Eden, but such a thing is easier said than done. Eden is gorgeous, lush and green and littered with quaint, stone-lined towns and villages which even Dean could see himself living in. It speaks to a good quality of life, and reflects well on the Novak family’s legacy. Dean can’t help but like it.

But of course, the way that Eden’s citizens look on at their procession with fear significantly dampens Dean’s appreciation. They all know what’s coming; no matter how respectful Campbell’s army remains during their march (because Dean expects nothing less), they are still an invading force, and no one wants to see that.

And once word reaches Dean that Lucifer’s army is taking the raping and pillaging path up from the south, well. He cannot say he faults the people of Eden for their fear.

The note of wrongness in his bones only gets worse.

Despite the differences in their approaches, however, the two armies reach their agreed-upon field of battle at nearly the same time. Dean is overseeing the assembly of his army’s camp when Lucifer arrives. He holds onto his manners for long enough to greet the king, but once Lucifer returns the greeting with, “My sister will be along soon,” Dean makes an excuse about a headache and retires to his command tent.

It is not hard to guess why Abaddon is lingering behind her brother—the alpha is no doubt taking time to satisfy her bloodlust. Given that, Dean has no desire to see her. He hardly even wants to acknowledge her existence, until he absolutely has to.

He doesn’t sleep well that night. Hell, he hardly sleeps at all; the sounds of the camp around his tent grate at his senses, and what-ifs and whys circle around and around in his mind on an endless loop, making it impossible to relax.

He’s doing this for his mother, as he forcibly reminds himself time and time again. He’s doing it for the good of Campbell. He’s doing it for the resources they will gain from Eden, and for the new allies they will have in Gehenna, going forward. If all goes well, Campbell will never have to worry about a thing.

No matter how hard he tries to remain focused on those positives, though, he cannot quite convince himself. Eden has never done Campbell wrong. At times in the past, Eden has been their ally. It is a strong, but peaceful land, with rulers who have never done wrong by their citizens.

Why do they deserve to be exterminated? Destroyed, captured and enslaved? Because there is no doubt that that is exactly the fate Eden’s people will receive, with King Lucifer in command of their destinies.

Is having a lone alpha on the throne truly worth such a violent punishment?

When Dean finally manages to fall asleep, it’s to troubled memories of his father, intermixed with jumbled recollections of Cas. It’s a natural combination, he thinks, given the circumstances.

It is also a natural progression, then, when what sleep he has is filled with dreams of a reassuring alpha scent, and the imagined warmth of another body beside his own in his small bed. However, even in his sleep he knows that he won’t wake up curled on Cas’ chest as he had in that cabin; the melancholy of that knowledge prevents him from taking any sort of joy from even the dream’s lightest aspects.

He wakes unrested, and in a foul mood to boot.

The only silver lining to the morning comes from the fact that his squire enters his tent with a summons soon after he wakes.

(And that summons isn’t for breakfast with Abaddon, as was Dean’s first instinctual, bone-deep fear.)

Apparently, King Novak assembled his army in the night, with defenses raised around his capitol, and a forward camp set up around the outermost perimeter to match those of Gehenna and Campbell’s forces. The alpha king’s message is clear.

Eden will not fold easily.

Dean tries not to feel proud of the enemy king for that. He hastily begins to pull on a tunic, expecting to need to confer with Lucifer over the matter—he does not dread talking about strategy so much as he does nearly every other topic imaginable—but stops when his squire clears his throat. The prince glances toward the young omega, his brows pulling together. “Problem, Kevin?”

“No, your highness,” Kevin is quick to reply. “But—well. King Lucifer was the first to be alerted, and he has made his intentions clear. He and his sister are currently donning their armor. King Lucifer plans to ride out to meet the king of Eden to demand his surrender.”

Dean takes a moment to process that. He does not doubt for a second that Lucifer will tell Eden’s king to surrender—but he also knows that it will not happen. Not only is he a Novak, headstrong and proud by blood, but he’s also an alpha, and would never give up caring for his people in such a way. Though Dean has yet to see them, he knows the defenses established around King Novak’s city are proof of that. Proof that Eden will not be lost without a fight.

The fact that Lucifer is going out to meet him in his armor, then, means that that fight is nearer than Dean had previously expected. He did not expect to have much time, of course, but they only just arrived; Dean has only been on the front lines of a single siege prior to this one, a much smaller battle against one of Campbell’s own lords gone rogue, but no matter how different Lord Gordon Walker might have been from the king of Eden, there should be decorum. Ritual. Patience.

It’s only fitting that King Lucifer would act in defiance of all of that. Pompous jackass.

Kevin still looks nervous, clearly unsure of how the prince will react to the news of his ally’s behavior. As it is, there is little Dean can do but sigh.

“So we’re getting right to it, then. Wonderful.” He runs a hand down his face, then tugs his tunic back off and tosses it away. “Help me with my armor, will you, Kev?”

His squire rushes to his assistance, and soon enough, Dean is striding from his tent, plated in metal with a sword on his hip. He flicks his chin in a gesture for his personal guard to follow him along toward Lucifer’s half of the camp, too wary of Gehenna’s army to venture in alone even while armed and looking regal.

And he does look regal; his silver and gold armor is a perfect match for the intricate, sweeping designs of his crown, the shared metals working together in harmony to make him appear grand, capable, authoritative. It is by design, but also inherent in Dean himself. A role he was born to play.

But of course, Gehenna’s people are called demons by whispering voices on the street for a reason. Dean does not trust them to follow common sense.

Best to keep Benny at his side.

His guard obediently falls into step with him as they hurry toward Lucifer’s tent. The king and his sister exit just as Dean and Benny arrive, both dressed in their armor, as Kevin told him to expect. Lucifer’s armor is black as pitch, while his sister’s is a bloody red match for her hair. The sight of them puts a note of unease in Dean’s stomach.

Abaddon is the first to notice him. “Good morning, your highness,” she purrs, the corners of her lips curling upwards. “Great day to win a kingdom, wouldn’t you say? You certainly look ready for it.”

Her eyes rake suggestively across the clean lines of Dean’s armor. Dean clears his throat and fights back a blush.

From the way Benny chuckles under his breath behind him, Dean suspects he isn’t all that successful. Damn bastard. Dean would punch him, if the alpha weren’t covered from head to toe in leather and iron.

“Princess Abaddon, King Lucifer.” Dean nods toward each of them in turn, then fixes his gaze resolutely on the latter. He can’t shirk Abaddon forever, he knows, but he isn’t quite ready to face her. “I’ve been told that Eden has established defenses. Lost the element of surprise, did we?”

Lucifer shrugs. “King Novak knew we were coming, it was only a matter of when that surprised him. Behind his lines, he’s scrambling. He isn’t ready.” The king’s smile sharpens, then, and he gestures in the general direction of the city they are about to attack. “A birdy told me that the alpha king himself is already standing out in the field, waiting for us to talk to him. Would you like to accompany me and see if it’s true?”

Dean takes a deep breath, then dips his chin in a nod. “No reason to keep him waiting if it is.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Lucifer claps a hand to Dean’s shoulder, enough inherent force behind the gesture that Dean only barely doesn’t stumble. “Walk with me, Dean.”

Dean grits his teeth, but goes along without objecting.

Maybe it will be best to get this battle over with. The sooner they win this thing, the sooner he can go home, and be far away from Lucifer.

At least, until the king eventually brings his sister to Campbell.

What did Dean do to deserve this?

Lucifer and Abaddon make idle conversation as the three of them weave through the camp toward the front line. They don’t exclude Dean, but the prince has no desire to take part, either, so he gives short answers when necessary, but otherwise primarily ignores them. They mostly chat about hypotheticals for the upcoming battle and the damage they wrought during their journey north; in short, it is not a conversation which holds much interest to him.

The beginning of a headache throbs between his temples.

When they reach the front lines, Abaddon lets out a low whistle at the sight that awaits them. “Well, would you look at that.”

There’s a figure standing in the center of the field, silhouetted by the light of the sun, still hanging low in the sky. The man bears no banner and any details of his armor are lost over the distance, yet there is no way to doubt his identity. Only one person in all of Eden would walk out into the open and put himself at risk for the sake of negotiations.

“Oh, this is delightful,” Lucifer croons. “He really is desperate. Dean, let’s go meet him. And sister dear, prepare the archers, will you? We won’t kill him just yet, but he does not need to know that.”

Dean turns away to hide his grimace. Everything about this is wrong. And just when he thinks he has seen the extend of Lucifer and Abaddon’s monstrosity, it reaches a new level of horror.

Gods, give him strength.

More words leave Lucifer’s tongue, but Dean hears none of them. He starts walking when he king does, showing focus and commitment he does not truly feel, and maintains his appropriate place half a step behind the other omega. Every bone in his body protests the small gesture of submission, especially to a king so vile, but that same vileness is also exactly what keeps him from pushing his luck with Lucifer.

He is here for the job. Win the battle, sack Eden, go home. Keeping that at the forefront of his mind is the only thing that is going to get him through the events to come.

The walk out to meet the Novak king is a long one. The alpha had come out on foot, judging by the lack of a horse behind him, which Dean assumes is the prime justification for their doing the same—but he is also quickly coming to understand Lucifer’s savagery, and as such, is confident that the passage of time is an integral part of Lucifer’s equation.

Let Novak fear the archers he can see lining up in the distance. Let him sweat while his would-be conquerors make their unhurried approach.

They stop a dozen feet or so in front of the alpha king. His helmet conceals his face, but there are still plenty of other details about him for Dean to look over and assess. Despite all of his misgivings with so many other aspects of his current situation, Dean has no intention of misusing his first encounter with their foe. Still a step behind Lucifer, Dean lets his gaze sweep across what he can see of Novak.

The alpha is tall, broad-shouldered—fitting of his gender. The faceplate on his helmet makes it impossible to read too far into his emotional state, but the stiff way he holds himself says more than enough. His armor is a brilliant, beautiful shade of blue, the likes of which Dean has never seen incorporated into armor, yet right now, on this frame, it looks awkward and uncomfortable. Furthermore, while Lucifer has immediately adopted a cocky stance with his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, the king opposite them displays no intention of keeping his own sword ready to be drawn.

That last detail is particularly curious. Lucifer’s aggression is clear, yet Novak does not seem to have a reaction to it. Is it bravery that is causing such a behavior, or stupidity? Does he not realize what he is up against?

“Your majesty,” Lucifer greets, his tone dripping with derision. He tilts his head in a facsimile of a bow. “Gorgeous morning we’re having, wouldn’t you say? The breeze feels nice.” The omega king makes a show of tousling his hair, unsubtly calling attention to the sharp, golden crown which encircles it. “I see you are already ashamed enough of yourself to know better than to show your face. You may be an alpha, but maybe you aren’t stupid.”

Dean scowls at the back of Lucifer’s head. Not only is everything he says useless taunting and wasted air, but his sister is an alpha—is this what he truly thinks of her? They seem to have a good relationship, but the way he speaks of her gender suggests that she may as well be a particularly faithful hunting dog.

Dean steps forward to be even with Lucifer, breaking his earlier decision to quietly play his role for the sake of sparing himself from having to listen to any more pointless insults. He speaks out before he can be stopped, cutting straight to the matter at hand.

“We came here to set terms. We have no intention of backing down, but if you surrender now, Eden can change hands peacefully. There is no need for any more bloodshed than is necessary.”

He can feel Lucifer seething beside him, furious at being undermined, but Dean’s attention is elsewhere. For a long moment, King Novak remains impassive. His faceplate is angled toward Dean, but then, that has been the case from the moment they arrived; he might be staring at the prince, he might not. It’s impossible to tell.

The silence stretches out between them.

And then the alpha lifts his hands to his helmet. He moves slowly, every second carefully weighted, and lifts the helmet away.

The face that is revealed is tanned, with a jawline that is perfect and stubbled. There’s a mess of dark hair haloing his head, mussed from its time under the helmet, and Dean is hit with an all-too-familiar need to touch just seeing it.

Of course, the stunning blue of the alpha’s eyes are impossible not to recognize. Dean may have only seen them the once, for a span of mere hours, but he still would know them anywhere, even if they won’t rise high enough to meet his own.

Gods, Dean is going to be sick.

Cas can’t even look at him.

Of all the different ways Dean imagined finding him again, this was never one of them, not even in his worst nightmares.

But the gods are cruel. Dean should have known that.

As he stands opposite Cas for the first time in weeks, many of his memories of the alpha fall back into focus, with a painful amount of fresh clarity.

Cas’ obvious nobility. His quiet retreat of a cabin, away from his responsibilities. His reaction to the news of the war. His mourning of his lost mother.

Dean had not remembered the Novak king’s first name. He had not bothered to ask. He should have asked.

Lucifer begins to speak again, but Dean hears none of it. His world has been narrowed down to him and Cas, and nothing else.

Because it’s Cas.

It seems to take an eternity, but the alpha finally, finally raises his gaze to Dean’s. When their eyes meet, the prince feels something in him splinter, then shatter into a thousand pieces.

In that moment, he is hit by another realization, this one far more barbed than any of the last. It stings across his face, settles into his gut and leaves him feeling faint.

No matter what happens from here on out, he is completely, utterly, fucked.

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Carsickness Part 2

Hey folks. This one is a bit shorter. It’s for a prompt about Amelia getting carsick. It ended up sort of becoming a part 2 to Carsickness. If you would like to read or reread that one, you can do so here. This is super fluffy and sappy. Prepare yourselves.

Carsickness Part 2

Owen could see movement out of the corner of his eye as he stared at the freeway ahead of him. He turned and glanced to the passenger seat. Amelia was shifting around again. She had been moving around a lot for the last 10 minutes, and she was starting to become pale. “Are you feeling alright?” Owen asked, glancing again in her direction.

Amelia didn’t even look at him as she nodded and murmured a quiet, “I’m fine.”

Owen turned back to the road and glanced up ahead, noticing a sign for a rest area in a couple miles. He was just about to ask Amelia and Ella if either of them wanted to stop when he noticed Amelia shifting in her seat yet again. “Amelia, you really don’t look like you feel well,” he said softly. “I’m going to stop at this next rest stop. Ella and I could probably use the break to get out and stretch, and you can go splash some water on your face and get a cool drink.” She merely nodded, not even up to arguing at this point.

A couple minutes later, Owen was pulling off the freeway and finding a parking spot in the rest area that seemed not to be very busy at the moment. “I’ll take Ella, you go do whatever you need to do,” he said as he turned off the car.

“Thanks,” Amelia murmured before getting out of the car and walking quickly into the building. It seemed like she really wasn’t feeling well.

Owen got out of the SUV and opened the back door. “Hey, Ells,” he said with a smile as he reached into the car to unbuckle her seatbelt. “It seems like Mama isn’t feeling very well. Do you need to use the bathroom, or do you just want to walk around outside with me while we wait for Mama to be done inside?”

Ella thought for a moment as she jumped down from her place in the vehicle. “Can we go for a walk?” she asked, looking up at Owen with big eyes that looked just like her mother’s.

“Of course,” Owen responded, shutting the car door behind his daughter before taking her hand and leading her over to the grassy area by the building.

They walked hand-in-hand silently for several minutes, each lost in their own world of thoughts, before Ella spoke up. “Daddy, what’s wrong with Mama?” she asked, turning her head to look up at him.

“She’s got carsickness,” he said. “Her tummy’s feeling all yucky from riding in the car, just like yours got last year when we went to go see Aunt Addie, Uncle Jake, Aunt Charlotte, Uncle Cooper, Aunt Violet, Aunt Naomi, and Uncle Sam.”

Ella stopped walking and turned her body fully to face Owen. “Can I go be with Mama?” she asked. “I know all about being carsick and what you have to do to feel better.”

Owen hesitated for a moment. Amelia looked like she was feeling really crappy when they stopped the car. She was probably throwing up right now. The last thing she needed was the added responsibility of having to supervise their daughter while she was actively vomiting. On the other hand, Ella looked so earnest. She really wanted to comfort her Mama, and he felt like he just couldn’t say no to her pure, selfless intentions. After waffling for a moment longer, he relented. “Alright, Ells, you can go in there and see Mama, but if she tells you to come find Daddy you come back out here immediately and find me, you understand?”

Ella nodded solemnly. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, making eye contact with him for a moment before turning and jogging toward the door.

Amelia slumped sideways against the wall of the bathroom stall she was in, staring out the open stall door. She hadn’t had time to shut it when she entered the stall because she was already beginning to vomit as she walked in, and she didn’t want to risk making a mess all over the floor as she locked the door. Now, she just had no energy left to do it. She had managed to summon the energy to throw her hair back into a ponytail between bouts of vomiting, and she considered that an accomplishment. She sat back against the side of the stall completely sapped of energy as she waited for the next round of vomiting to commence.

Amelia closed her eyes for a moment, trying to relax herself as she waited. Just a few second after her eyes closed, she heard the sound of footsteps. She opened her eyes, though she questioned that choice immediately because she was pretty sure she didn’t want to look out the open stall door and make eye contact with whichever poor soul was about to come into the restroom and see her tossing her cookies.

As the footsteps grew closer, Amelia was surprised to see her daughter standing in front of the stall. “Mama,” Ella said as she walked through the open stall door, “are you sick? Are you throwing up?”

“Yeah, baby, I am,” Amelia said as she grabbed her daughter’s hand and gave it a squeeze. She was about to ask what Ella was doing inside, but she felt another wave of nausea bubbling up inside of her. She turned swiftly to face the toilet and leaned over to vomit yet again. She grabbed onto the sides of the toilet to steady herself while her stomach forcefully expelled its contents.

As she continued to retch, she felt a small hand running up and down her back. “I know your tummy feels bad, Mama,” Ella said softly. “Just take some deep breaths. You’ll feel better soon. Just keep breathing, Mama.”

Amelia smiled as she the wave of nausea passed. She had the sweetest child in the whole world. Of that she was certain. Once she felt confident that she was done throwing up for at least a little while, she turned around on her knees to face Ella, who was at a pretty even height with her. “Thank you, baby doll,” she said, opening her arms to envelope Ella in a hug.

Ella willingly stepped into her mother’s open arms. She knew from her own experiences not to squeeze too tightly. “You’re welcome, Mama,” Ella said, dropping a kiss onto her mother’s forehead, just as Amelia often did for Ella. Amelia was now convinced that this couldn’t get any cuter. “Are you done being sick?” Ella asked.

Amelia nodded. “Yeah, I think I am,” she said with a small smile.

Ella looked at Amelia for a moment. “Do you want cuddles, Mama?” she asked. “Would that help you feel better?”

Apparently Amelia had been wrong. It actually could get cuter than it had been just a moment ago. She would have to tell Owen about this later. His heart would melt. “I think that would help a lot,” Amelia said, her smile now huge. “Ella cuddles always make me feel better.”

Ella returned her smile now. “Alright then, Mama, let’s go out to the couch.” Amelia grabbed Ella’s small hand and allowed her daughter to lead her out to the couch in the hallway. “Okay, Mama, climb up on the couch,” Ella instructed. Amelia sat down on the couch and then laid herself down across its length. She had a brief, passing thought about all of the germs that were probably on this couch from the all of the assorted random people that had used it over the years. She was pretty sure it had probably never been cleaned. However, she couldn’t bring herself to care about that at the moment. Her daughter was offering to snuggle with her to make her feel better when she was sick, and that was worth lying on a contaminated couch for. “Are you all settled in?” Ella asked, parroting the question Amelia often asked when she tucked Ella in for bed.

“Yeah, I think I am, love bug,” Amelia responded. Ella took this as her cue to climb up onto the couch and nestle her body against her mother’s.

Once she had gotten herself settled against her mother, Ella turned over so she was facing Amelia. “You’ll be okay, Mama,” she reassured as she brought a hand up to stroke Amelia’s arm. “Just close your eyes. Take deep breaths too. You’ll feel better soon, Mama, just take deep breaths.” Ella closed her own eyes, modeling her instructions for Amelia. Amelia smiled and obeyed. This was too adorable for words.

After just a few short minutes, Amelia could feel the hand stroking her arm begin to slow down. It wasn’t long before the hand stopped moving entirely. Amelia opened her eyes and glanced down at her daughter. It seemed Ella had fallen asleep. Amelia wrapped an arm around her, pulling the sleeping girl tighter to her chest. These were the moments of motherhood that made Amelia’s heart soar. There was nothing quite like the feeling of your child’s soft exhalations against your neck and chest as she snuggled up against you and slept. If anyone had tried to explain this to her before her daughter was born, Amelia was sure she wouldn’t have understood it.

After Ella had been asleep for a few minutes, Amelia heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She looked up to find Owen walking over to the couch. “How are you feeling?” he asked quietly as he stopped beside the couch.

“Much better,” Amelia whispered. “I threw up a bunch, but I think I’m better now. I’m hoping I can make it home without anymore issues.”

Owen nodded. “And what’s the deal with this one?” he asked, pointing to Ella.

Amelia’s face broke out into a huge grin. “This one is the most perfect little human alive,” she said. Owen chuckled and nodded. “She came into the bathroom to try to make me feel better. She rubbed my back and tried to talk me through it while I was throwing up, just like I always do when she’s sick. Then she asked me if cuddles would make me feel better. You had to see it, Owen. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything cuter. She just wanted to help. She’s got the kindest heart. She takes after her father that way.”

Owen smiled affectionately. “Actually, I’d say she takes after her mother that way,” he argued.

Amelia’s eyebrows knitted together a bit. “Really, Hunt, you’re going to argue with a sick lady?”

Owen rolled his eyes. “Her mother may have a very kind heart, but she’s also a master of manipulating a situation to her benefit. Let’s just be thankful Ella didn’t inherit that particular trait from her Mama. Can we just agree to disagree on where her kindness came from?”

Now it was Amelia’s turn to roll her eyes. “And her father is rather accusatory. Let’s be thankful Miss Ella didn’t inherit that either. Let’s just agree that we made the most perfect little human on this planet. How about that?”

Owen smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I think I can get behind that.” He pointed down at their daughter who was still sleeping against her mother’s chest. “I think we need to get this little one to the car. Do you want to do it, or would you like me to?”

Amelia gestured toward Owen. “Why don’t you do the honors?” she suggested. Once again, Owen nodded. He gently gathered the slumbering child into his arms, taking care not to wake her as he lifted her from the couch. As Amelia stood up from the couch and walked next to him toward the car, Owen smiled. He didn’t just have the most perfect daughter on the planet, he had the most perfect family on the planet.

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