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allsassnoclass · 10 months ago

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wedding vows

Pairing: Michael Clifford & Calum Hood, Calum Hood/Roy English, Michael Clifford/Crystal Leigh Rating: Teen and Up Key Tags: Friendship, Weddings, Sentimental, Fluff Word Count: 5,573 Read on AO3

Summary:

Oh. It’s January 11. Michael is getting married today.

Calum instantly wakes to his alarm, the chorus of “She Looks So Perfect” blaring through the room at full volume. It’s his special occasion alarm, the one he only uses when it’s important that he gets up, given that the opening notes still give him an adrenaline rush after seven years of playing the song live to screaming crowds. He practically leaps from bed to silence it, sitting up, rubbing his eyes, and trying to figure out what’s so important about today that last-night-him decided to use that song.

Oh. It’s January 11. Michael is getting married today.

Calum rolls out of bed, wincing when his feet come into contact with the cold hardwood. He slips on a flannel in place of a robe and grabs his phone, then heads to the kitchen where he can faintly hear Roy puttering around.

Duke trots over to him when he spots Calum coming down the hall, but doesn’t clamor to be let out or fed. Roy must have done that when he got up, but Calum will take him on a short walk before he leaves for Michael’s. Because this is an abbreviated ceremony rather than the full wedding, he doesn’t need to arrive to help direct the caterers and wedding decorators until mid-afternoon. He has a bit more responsibility since none of the parents are there to help, but the event planner should take care of most of the logistics, leaving him free to attend to Michael.

“Hey, bud,” he murmurs, crouching down to scratch his fingers through Duke’s thick fur. “Uncle Mike’s getting married today. I’ll take pictures for you.”

Duke wags his tail, even though Calum knows full well that he doesn’t care about the pictures and is going to be displeased when both he and Roy are out of the house for most of the afternoon and evening. Calum smacks a kiss to the top of his head and continues on his way.

Roy is humming to himself and messily spreading jam on some toast when Calum enters, Duke trotting after him. He looks like he just got back from a run, and he smells like it, too, but Calum gives him a kiss on the cheek on his way to the coffee machine anyway.

“Great rising,” Roy says, interrupting his song to do so. “Ready for today?”

“Think so,” Calum says, getting down his favorite mug and pressing the right buttons on the machine. “It’s not like I’m getting married. It’s not even the proper wedding.”

“It’s still a big deal,” Roy says. Calum hums.

Michael is getting married today. Michael, who Calum can still remember being an unreasonably tall, extremely loud kid pushing him out of his comfort zone but always there to catch Calum when he stumbled, is getting married. The same Michael who he’s been writing songs with for ten years. The same Michael who snorted water out of his nose the last time Calum saw him.

Michael is getting married today.

“Yeah, it’s a big deal,” Calum concedes.

At least Calum doesn’t have to give a speech today. He probably will, because he’ll take any opportunity to talk up one of his brothers, but it takes some pressure off knowing that the crowd will be his best friends and people he at least knows in passing rather than a sea of strangers. It’s a good thing he makes a living being on stage, because before the band he was absolutely shit at public speaking.

“Are we riding together, or separately?” Calum asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Together,” Roy says. “I want to see Crys before she gets ready.”

Calum hums. Roy may be a groomsman, but he’s been friends with Crystal since before Michael and Calum came into the picture. It makes sense that he wants to spend a few seconds with her before she gets swept up in all of the preparations for the day. It’s also probably a good idea for them to carpool because Michael’s house doesn’t have unlimited parking.

“Want toast?” Roy asks. Calum nods and watches as Roy puts two more pieces of toast in the toaster.

Wow. Michael is getting married today. Somehow the thought holds even more weight after a sip of coffee.

Calum sighs and pushes all of his feelings about that to the side. He can address that when he’s properly caffeinated and actually at Michael’s house. For now, his only responsibility is breakfast.

-/-

When Calum arrives, decorations are being set up in the backyard. He pokes his head out there to ensure that everything is going well, and all of the event staff assure him that they don’t have any questions right now. Everyone in the backyard is in motion, hanging lights and adjusting speakers or meticulously setting silverware at each place setting. He compliments the flower arrangements, which are just beginning to be compiled, watches the stage set up for a moment, then heads inside to find Michael.

The inside of the house is largely untouched. Michael and Crystal will do their first look in the sun room, then they’ll greet everyone and take more pictures on the outer deck. Afterwards, they’ll sign the papers and actually get married in the backyard, but otherwise the festivities are confined to their rooms as they get ready. Crystal gets the main part of the house, while Michael is set up in a guest room. Calum carefully makes his way there, avoiding the parts of the house under construction, suit carefully wrapped in plastic over his shoulder. He has to step over a baby gate at one point, no doubt set up to ensure that the dogs don’t get in the way of people setting up or accidentally get stepped on with so much foot traffic today, and both dogs meet him there with furiously wagging tails and tongues lolling out of their mouths.

“Hey guys,” he says, leaning down to pet them. It’s a good thing that neither of them shed too much, because dog hair on Michael’s nice, expensive, designer black suit doesn’t exactly fit with the wedding aesthetic. Calum knows that Michael is going to cuddle with them before he actually signs the paper.

“Mum and dad are getting married today,” Calum tells the dogs very seriously, running a hand over Moose’s back. Southy presses his cold, wet nose impatiently against his hand until Calum pays equal attention to him. “Are you both excited? Huh? Yes, you are! Good doggies!”

He doesn’t let himself spend too much time with them, clock ticking in the back of his mind in a countdown to the marriage. There will be extra time for the dogs later, but right now he has to check in with Michael and see what he needs.

Calum knocks gently on the door to the guest suite.

“Who is it?” Michael calls, voice muffled from the wood.

“Just me,” he replies. Michael opens the door, and Calum envelopes him in a hug, awkward squishing of his plastic-covered suit be damned. Michael squeezes him tightly before stepping back, letting him fully inside and closing the door behind him.

“Hey, buddy,” Ashton says from the bed where he’s lounging back, a warm spot in the large, light room. “You’re a little late. I was worried I would have to take over best man duties.”

“Fuck off,” Calum says, striding over to lean down and give him a one-armed hug, too. “I’m right on time. You’re just early to everything these days.”

On the rare occasion when Ashton isn’t early, he’s always significantly late. Besides, him being Michael’s best man wouldn’t be the end of the world. Ashton and Luke have already been involved in the planning almost as much as him, and he knows that it’ll be that way for the actual wedding in Bali as well, whenever they get to hold it. For as much as Calum is the best man, he likes to think that it’s mostly because Michael couldn’t get away with having three of them.

Maybe the band will rotate around best men whenever they get married, so everyone gets a chance. Then again, maybe Luke or Ashton will choose a brother, or maybe they’ll go outside of the band. Either way, Calum knows that the title is just that: a title. They’re all standing together with Michael today.

“Is anyone else here?” he asks.

“I don’t know about the bridesmaids, but it’s just Ashton for me right now,” Michael says.

“Roy’s here, he’s saying hi to Crystal,” Calum says. “Besides, we have time.”

“Yeah, of course,” Michael says, sticking his hands in his pockets. He’s not dressed yet, wearing a simple hoodie and sweatpants, and he immediately takes his hands out of his pockets again to fidget with the drawstrings on his sweatshirt.

“You nervous?” Calum asks quietly. The corners of Michael’s mouth tug up in a small smile.

“No. Not nervous. Antsy, maybe. I’m ready to be married.”

“Should’ve had the ceremony in the morning, then,” Calum quips.

“Nah, the ladies need time to get dolled up,” Ashton chimes in. “That’s why we’re here, to keep you from going crazy while you twiddle your thumbs and wait and maybe get a little dolled up, too.”

Calum hums.

“Luke will probably bring makeup, if you want some extra glitter for your wedding,” he says. Michael smiles and shakes his head.

“The day I experiment with glittery makeup should not be my wedding day,” he says. “That’s not a decision I should make three hours before tying the knot and taking the pictures. We should’ve planned that at least three weeks ago.”

Another knock on the door interrupts them before the conversation can continue, and Roy slips inside, Luke right on his heels. Hugs get passed around, then Calum actually forces himself to do responsible best man duties like tell everyone to hang up their suits so they don’t crease weird and double check the timeline to ensure everyone will be ready when pictures start. Luke pulls him aside while Ashton finds a steamer and quietly asks Calum if he brought that long coat with the fancy embroidery that he wants to borrow for dinner, which Calum did, but they’re interrupted by the arrival of the other groomsmen.

Suddenly the bedroom feels small, rather than ridiculously large. It’s a change from the past few months of the pandemic, where they’ve all barely seen each other, and although Calum loves it, it sets something weird under his skin for a second. Michael seems to be feeling it, too, if the way he keeps glancing around is any indication, but Calum planned for this.

“Alright, everyone, suits on,” he commands. “We have a wedding to attend!”

It’s still crowded in the room, but Michael seems happier now that everyone has a task to do, including him. Calum changes in record time, none of them feeling particularly shy about dressing in front of each other after years of doing it in front of various people in various dressing rooms. Michael slips into the bathroom with his fancy suit. Roy helps Calum with his buttons, and Calum doesn’t even call him on the fact that it’s just an excuse to ogle his chest in public. He does smirk at him, and Roy responds with a quirk of his eyebrows. Calum would love to extend the moment longer, but he has a job to do and can’t get distracted. Instead, he turns around to help Ashton adjust his fancy pocket square.

It almost feels like getting ready before a show, but while the atmosphere is equally charged, there’s something besides adrenaline in the air.

Calum doesn’t want to get too sappy before the wedding has even started, but it’s probably the power of love. It’s the easiest explanation.

Michael is getting married today. Calum can’t help his grin at the thought.

His grin only widens when Michael steps out of the bathroom.

The suit looked great when he tried it on in the store, but it especially suits him today. The leafy pattern in the black shirt looks magical when it catches the light, although the top button is undone still, and the suit jacket fits him perfectly, tailored to ensure he’s comfortable and feels as good as he looks. Someone whistles, then the room fills with deafening applause and cheering. Michael ducks his head sheepishly, waving off the compliments.

“Damn, Michael!” Ashton calls. “You clean up good.”

He laughs, cheeks red. Calum steps forward and puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly.

“You look amazing,” he says sincerely.

“Yeah?” Michael asks hopefully, like he needs to be sure that Calum means what he’s saying. Michael has left lots of insecurities behind, but it’s an important day. Michael is getting married, and it makes sense that he wants to double check that he looks his best.

“Yes,” Calum confirms with a grin. “Seriously, Crystal is a lucky girl.”

Michael smiles, all of Calum’s joy reflected back at him.

“Here, let me get that button for you,” he says. Michael tilts his chin up, giving Calum access to the button right at the base of his throat. Calum’s fingers brush the soft skin of his neck as he fastens in, trying his best not to choke him, and once he finishes he pats the prickly part of Michael’s cheek twice.

“Handsome lad,” he says. Michael swats his hand away, rolling his eyes fondly.

“Help me with the necklace, too?” he asks, holding up the silver chain that needs to fit under his collar. Calum gladly takes it and helps him with that, too.

Holy shit. Michael is getting married today.

By the time Michael is ready for the first look and Calum shuffles everyone else out to the outer deck for the signature cocktails and mocktails, the energy among the guests is buzzing, excitement undercutting every casual conversation and stretching their smiles wide. While the guests wait for Michael and Crystal to see each other for the first time since getting ready and get their pictures, Calum flits from person to person, seemingly unable to keep his energy under control.

His best friend is getting married today. Michael, the guy he’s known since childhood, one of the absolute most important people in his life, is getting married. And it’s to someone who Calum actually approves of.

Crystal makes Michael really, truly happy. When Michael whispered I think she’s the one, Cal late at night on a bus between cities years ago, Calum could see clear as day that he was telling the truth. Since then, he’s witnessed the way that Crystal loves him gently in return, boosting him up and mirroring all of his love and affection back at him. Michael settled more with her, comfortable in his skin, and Calum watched her blossom under Michael’s attention as well.

Roy catches him with an arm around his waist on his second round around the outer deck, stalling him long enough to steal a kiss, then letting him go. Calum smiles at him, trading unspoken words of reassurance. Roy’s eyes crinkle with his grin.

When the happy couple finally emerges to take the rest of the wedding photos, Calum loses his breath at how beautiful they are. Michael looks the same as he did when Calum helped him get ready, and Crystal of course looks stunning in her sparkling wedding dress, but the beauty truly comes from the smiles on their faces and the way that their hands are clasped together, hold lose and gentle like they can’t imagine straying far enough away to need a firmer tether.

“Down to the lawn!” Abbey, the maid of honor, cheers, holding her glass up and leading the way. All of the guests cheer in response, joining the conga line down to the rest of the photographs.

Weddings include a lot of pictures, and this isn’t even the final big one. Calum’s anticipation already feels like it’s at an all-time high, like they’re about to go out onstage for the first show of a new tour, so he can’t imagine how Michael feels. Still, he seems calm, content to take pictures with his wife-to-be and laugh at his dogs zooming around the yard. When it’s finally time for the groomsmen to pose for a picture, Calum sighs in relief at having something to do.

Calum takes his place on the outdoor couch, squished between Michael and Ashton. It’s a familiar place to be.

The camera flashes, and after more flashes in different positions and moving to a different part of the lawn, it’s over. The sun sinks below the horizon, Michael and Crystal sign the papers while Brian walks them through the process, and they become husband and wife instead of fiancees in a matter of seconds.

“Holy shit,” Calum breathes evenly, sitting in his designated chair at the table, Michel and Crystal missing while she changes into a dress with sleeves so she won’t freeze during the January night and Michael waits to make their first entrance as a married couple. “Holy shit.”

Roy nods in agreement. He doesn’t need Calum to elaborate or try to add anything else to the conversation. It hasn’t even properly hit Calum yet: his best friend is married, and everything feels exactly the same, but his best friend is married.

Roy reaches out and gives his hand a squeeze. Calum stares at the menu with wide eyes, taking in the amalgamation of southern and Australian vegan food.

He doesn’t remember what he eats, even though it tastes absolutely fantastic. Roy shares tidbits from his plate when Calum overloads on the familiar Australian fare and doesn’t leave enough room on his own for Crystal’s southern selections. Calum takes bites in between laughing his ass off and staying hyper aware of anything the happy couple may need, passing the water pitcher before either of them ask for a refill and teasing Michael about his inability to eat without using fifty napkins.

Everyone is in high spirits from the good food and drink and the good company. Michael and Crystal hold court from their spot at the center of the table, more wrapped up in each other than their guests, exactly as it should be. Calum hooks his ankle around Roy’s, enjoying their easy closeness while they jump between separate conversations. Calum has always loved that type of comfortable familiarity, where they can be doing completely different things but always pick up exactly where they left off, on the same wavelength without realizing it. They’re separate, but intimately connected at the same time.

Michael and Crystal’s comfortable familiarity is different. They’re always aware of the other person, always reaching out to twine their fingers together or wrap an arm around a waist. They’re a united front, finishing each other’s sentences easily but also knowing when to wait for the other person to speak, happiest when they’re right next to each other and engaged in something together.

They work together in a way that Calum and Roy don’t, but that’s better suited to them. Calum would suffocate like that, but Michael thrives.

They click, filling in each other’s gaps perfectly. Calum had never seen Michael feel as comfortable with another person before Crystal. He’s head over heels in an eternal honeymoon phase, one that has already stood the test of time and the many trials that come with the double-edged sword of fame and the weight of shitty mental health.

Calum is so happy that there’s another person out there who loves Michael just as strongly as he does, one that will be there when the band can’t. He’s glad that Michael is surrounded by people who care about him in every context, that he has someone to fill all of the different roles in his life. He’s forever grateful that Michael has someone that he can love back just as fiercely and happily.

As dinner winds down, a few people get up from their seats and mill around the table, starting discussions with people that they were sitting too far away from to talk to before. Calum knows that it’s been a while since he’s seen everyone gathered here with COVID, and he’s content to talk to anyone who approaches, most people briefly saying hi before they move on to congratulate Michael and Crystal again. Calum sees Brian approach the couple and whisper something to them, eyebrows lifting in a question. They both nod, smiles large and radiant, and Calum watches as Brian grins back and ducks into the house, returning a few minutes later with a guitar.

Calum nudges Roy and nods towards the small stage where Brian is pulling up a stool. He taps a microphone, the dull thud sounding through the garden and drawing even more people’s attention.

“Uh, hi,” Brian says as someone stops the Spotify playlist that has been playing throughout dinner. “I have a little gift for Crystal and Michael that I wanted to share. I mean, with the amount of musicians here it was inevitable that someone would write them a song, right?”

He strums the guitar and fiddles with the tuning pegs as guests wander away from the table and towards the stage. Calum pulls Michael’s chair out for him so it doesn’t get caught in the grass, and Michael does the same for Crystal before taking her hand and leading her over.

Brian clears his throat, then strums the guitar again and begins to sing.

“Damn,” Calum whispers to Roy halfway through the chorus. “I’m glad I didn’t try to write a song and compete with this.”

Brian’s song is beautiful, and Calum spends most of it watching Michael and Crystal’s reaction. MIchael has his arm around her, tucking her close to his side with a drink in his other hand, and they’re both leaning towards each other, swaying just the slightest bit with the beat. At one point, Crystal turns and presses a kiss to Michael’s jaw, and Michael beams before pressing one to her lips in response.

Calum claps and gives a good-hearted whoop when Brian finishes, then beelines for the stage and waves for the microphone.

“Are you singing?” Brian asks as he passes it over, delighted.

“I’m not singing,” Calum says into the microphone, stopping the good-natured cheers that had started to erupt and waving off the teasing boos. “I just want to say a few words. Not the actual best man speech, because I’m saving that for Bali. I want to see if I can make Karen cry.”

Michael laughs and shakes his head.

“I did want to say something today, though, since you two are married now.”

The crowd quiets, and over the heads of his friends Calum makes eye contact with Roy, who gives him a smile. He turns his attention back to Michael and Crystal, heart warming at the sight of them surrounded by so many loved ones, the twinkling lights around the dinner table forming a starry backdrop that frames them perfectly.

“Michael, Crystal,” he begins. “I think I speak for everyone when I say that we all are incredibly happy for you. I’ve had the privilege of watching you both fall and grow in love together, from the very beginning. In fact, I think I was the first person Michael told about your first kiss, right?”

Calum looks to Michael for confirmation, and he laughs and nods, probably remembering how embarrassingly giddy he had been, grin unable to be contained and face red from the sun and happiness. Bali made all of them a little crazy in different ways, but Calum will always be happy that he and Michael share it as the starting point for two incredibly important relationships.

Calum glances at Roy again, remembering the days that followed Michael’s revelation, then turns back to the happy couple.

“I’m not going to lie and say that I immediately knew from that moment that the both of you would end up married, but I can say that by the time Michael told us he proposed, there was no part of me that was surprised. In the years since that first trip to Bali, I have witnessed you stand by each other in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, all of those sappy things. I’m sure your vows will do a better job encapsulating everything you mean to each other, but I want to say that as an outsider, it has been great watching you both make each other better. It’s obvious that you love loving each other, and I think I can again speak for everyone here when I say that we love loving you, as individuals and as a couple. Thanks for letting us be here today to continue loving you both.”

He puts the microphone back on its stand and gracefully exits amidst a smattering of applause and aw’s, beelining to the happy couple. They both pull him into a hug as one unit, squishing him between them.

“Thank you,” Michael says.

“That was so sweet,” Crystal agrees.

Calum releases them both, beaming at them.

“I meant every word.”

“We know,” Michael says, squeezing his shoulder.

A squeal from the microphone cuts off Calum’s reply, and all three of them wince and turn back to the stage, where Abbey is standing with the microphone held out in front of her and an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry! Sorry,” she says, gesturing with her glass. Calum isn’t sure what the gesture is supposed to convey. “Am I–Can I speak? Can everyone hear me? I wasn’t going to talk, but then Calum got up here, so I have to, too.”

She shoots him a faux pout. It’s clear that she's had too many drinks to be actually mad, and Crystal giggles next to him.

“This should be good,” she says. Calum has to agree, melting back towards Roy to enjoy it, perfectly happy that his speech won’t be remembered after whatever humor Abbey is about to bring.

Once Abbey finally exits the stage, Luke and Sierra thoroughly upstage them both with a rendition of “Can’t Help Falling in Love.”

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m not singing tonight,” Calum breathes to Roy during it. Roy responds by sliding an arm around his waist and pressing a kiss to his cheek. They spend the rest of the song pressed against each other, leaching warmth in the January night.

Calum doesn’t have too many moments that he wants to live in forever. He knows there’s always another good one on the horizon, mixed within the mediocre ones and the bad ones that help him grow as a person. He doesn’t want to be stuck in one and miss out on all of the others, but this one… this is a moment that Calum would be okay lingering in.

It’s a beautiful song made better by the love between the two people singing it and the love between the two people they’re singing it for. Everyone in the yard listens quietly, soft smiles on their faces as they stand huddled with their loved ones. Calum’s heart swells.

Calum closes his eyes for the last chorus, savoring this feeling.

No one else approaches the stage once Luke and Sierra finish, and eventually someone turns the playlist on again. The caterers subtly clear the food, all of the dirty dishes and leftovers disappearing while Calum is distracted by Roy and Michael and Crystal and all of the other friends filling the back yard with laughter.

Calum doesn’t know how long everyone lingers, time moving syrupy slow without the sun crawling across the sky, but eventually someone approaches Michael and Crystal with well-wishes for a wonderful night and says goodbye. Other guests follow, and one of the bridesmaids takes Abbey home with her to sleep off what is sure to be a fun hangover. Calum helps the event planner coordinate clean up and tear down while the rest of the band and partners distract the couple so neither of them try to help, until he, too, is unceremoniously told to hang out with his friends and let everyone do their jobs instead of getting in the way.

“I think that’s probably our cue,” Luke says, laughing at him. “Michael, Crystal, it’s been a pleasure.”

Luke and Michael shake each other’s hands with rigid seriousness before dissolving into laughter and pulling each other into a hug. Ashton takes his leave shortly after, and soon only Michael, Crystal, Roy, and Calum remain. The stage has been stripped with the efficiency of a practiced road crew, the gorgeous flower arrangements have moved to tasteful positions around the deck and patio, and the long banquet table has disappeared, replaced by Michael and Crystal’s normal outdoor furniture. Moose and Southy lie in the yard exhausted, two bright spots against the dark grass. The only sounds remaining in the yard are the faint rumble of cars from the street and the echoes of voices and laughter from the evening.

“How does it feel, Mr. and Mrs. Clifford?” Roy asks, voice barely lifting over the quiet atmosphere.

Crystal hums and looks at Michael, both of them still attached at the hip. She abandoned her heels when the first guests left, and Michael seems to be making up for the few inches by meeting her halfway, curved down towards her.

“It feels… about the same,” Michael says, smiling at her.

“But better,” Crystal replies.

“Yeah,” Michael agrees. “About the same, but better.”

A breeze passes through the yard, colder now that the heaters have been turned off and put away, but Calum doesn’t shiver. He feels Roy’s pinkie wrap around his as Michael and Crystal huddle closer. For a moment, the four of them stand in the yard, quiet and happy. About the same, but better.

“Ready to head in?” Calum asks, tilting his head towards the house, where someone was kind enough to leave a few lights on for the couple.

“I think so,” Crystal says, surveying the yard one last time. Michael whistles for the dogs, then calls when Southy shoots them a dirty look instead of standing. He doesn’t move until Crystal calls, and Calum cuts off Michael’s disgruntled mumbling with a hug, wrapping him in his arms as tight as he can. Michael rises to the challenge and tries to suffocate him in kind.

“I love you,” Calum says to his shoulder. Michael wheezes a laugh.

“I love you, too. But not when you’re trying to kill me.”

Calum finally releases him, straightening his suit jacket for him as he goes. Michael catches him with a squeeze on his shoulder.

“Seriously, thank you,” he says, sincerity coating his words. “For everything.”

He could be just talking about best man duties, but Calum knows how to hear the words Michael doesn’t say.

For the longest time, it was just the two of them. Then, they added Luke and Ashton. Still, Calum always prided himself on loving Michael, even when he’s being annoying or prickly or getting them in trouble. He holds him up as best he could when he’s down, and Michael brings endless adventure and joy to Calum’s life. Calum does his best to return the favor, even in the past year when they couldn’t see each other much due to COVID, dropping off care packages and sending voice notes on his phone with pictures of Duke when he could.

They’re brothers, and they always will be.

Now, amidst all of the other friends and family they’ve gained along the way, Michael has found a wife and Calum has gained another sister. It isn’t just the two of them anymore, and it never will be again.

It’s strange, realizing that over the past decade he’s had to give his best friend away to be loved by other people. It feels right, too. Michael deserves all of the love in the world.

Calum nods, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

His hug with Crystal is shorter and significantly less aggressive, but she lingers with her arms around his waist as well.

“Congratulations,” he says while she smiles at him.

“Thank you, Calum,” she replies, then kisses him on the cheek.

Nothing more needs to be said. Some things have been spoken so much that they don’t need to be reiterated every time, like a wedding without the vows. Michael and Crystal didn’t make any verbal promises today, just signed the papers, but the wedding doesn’t feel worse without it, just like this conversation doesn’t need paragraphs of explanation.

They’re all on the same page. They’ve given the vows before, on tour buses and backyards and random cafes around the world, using different words and different actions. The meaning is still the same.

“Have a good night,” Calum calls as Michael and Crystal head to the house for their first night as a married couple. He knows that they both hear the I love you contained within.

“Come on,” Roy says, linking their hands together and tilting his head up. They’re too close to the city and it’s too cloudy to see any stars, but Calum knows that they’re up there, unspoken and unseen.

“Let’s go home,” Calum finishes for him. They walk towards the gate perfectly in sync, and Calum makes his own sort of vow silently.

It doesn’t need to be spoken, not right now. They’re all on the same page.

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writing-reference-redux · 8 months ago

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I felt like sharing my collection of Latin phrases that may make good fanfic or fanart titles or inspiration. Some of the translations may be off, so you might want to double-check them before use. Also, I used capitalization liberally so you might also want to check where capitalization is actually indicated.

Ab Intra (From Within)

Acta Est Fabula (The play has been performed)

Acta Sancti ___ (The Deeds of Saint ___)

Ad Undas (to the waves / to hell)

Advocatus Diaboli (Devil's advocate)

Aegri Somnia (a sick man's dreams / troubled dreams)

Alea Iacta Est (the die has been cast / point of no return)

Apologia Pro Vita Sua (defense of one's life)

Caetera Desunt (the rest is missing)

Cedere Nescio (I know not how to yield)

Damnatio Memoriae (damnation of memory / denying someone ever lived)

De Nobis Fabula Narratur (their story is our story)

Decessit Vita Patris (died before their father)

Diem Perdidi (I have lost the day)

Dies Tenebrosa Sicut Nox (a day as dark as night)

Dolor Hic Tibi Proderit Olim (some day this pain will be useful to you)

Dulce Est Desipere In Loco (It is sweet on occasion to play the fool)

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus (while we live, let us live)

Dux Bellorum (war leader)

Ex Umbra In Solem (from the shadow into the light)

Festina Lente (hurry slowly)

Fortis Cadere, Cedere Non Potest (the brave may fall, but can not yield)

Fui Quod Es, Eris Quod Sum (I once was what you are, you will be what I am)

Graviora Manent (heavier things remain / the worst is yet to come)

Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (one day, this will be pleasing to remember)

Hic Mortui Vivunt (here the dead speak)

Hinc Illae Lacrimae (hence those tears)

Hodie Mihi, Cras Tibi (Today it's me, tomorrow it will be you - of death)

In Ictu Oculi (in the blink of an eye)

In Somnis Veritas (in dreams there is truth)

Inter Spem Et Metum (between hope and fear)

Lapsus Memoriae (slip of memory)

Luctor, Non Mergor (I struggle, but am not overwhelmed)

Lux Ex Tenebris (light from darkness)

Media Vita In Morte Sumus (In the midst of our lives we die)

Memento Mori (remember that you will die)

Memento Vivere (remember to live)

Morior Invictus (I die unvanquished / death before defeat)

Mundus Senescit (the world grows old)

Nemini Parco (I spare no one - death)

Nitimur In Vetitum (we strive for the forbidden)

Non Ducor, Duco (I am not led; I lead)

Non Omnis Moriar (I shall not all die / part of me will survive beyond death)

Nunc Scio Quid Sit Amor (now I know what love is)

Oderint Dum Metuant (let them hate, so long as they fear)

Omnia Mutantur (everything changes)

Onus Probandi (burden of proof)

Opera Posthuma (posthumous works)

Ophidia In Herba (a snake in the grass)

Pax Aeterna (eternal peace - a common epitaph)

Primum Non Nocere (first do no harm)

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus (we are dust and shadow)

Quis Leget Haec? (who will read this?)

Quod Periit, Periit (what Is gone is gone)

Res, Non Verba (deeds, not words)

Respice Finem (consider the end)

Scientia Et Sapientia (knowledge and wisdom)

Seculo Seculorum (forever and ever)

Sed Terrae Graviora Manent (but on earth, worse things await)

Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum (if you want peace, prepare for war)

Sic Infit (so it begins)

Sic Vita Est (such is life)

Silentium Est Aureum (silence is golden)

Sine Nomine (without a name / author unknown)

Sola Dosis Facit Venemum (the dose makes the poison)

Solvitur Ambulando (it is solved by walking / simple tests find solutions)

Stamus Contra Malum (we stand against evil)

Succisa Virescit (cut down, we grow back stronger)

Sum Quod Eris (I am what you will be - of death)

Summum Bonum (the supreme good)

Summum Malum (the supreme evil)

Sunt Lacrimae Rerum (there are tears for things)

Sunt Omnes Unum (they are all one)

Tabula Rasa (blank slate)

Transire Benefaciendo (to travel along while doing good)

Tu Fui Ego Eris (I was you; you will be me - of death)

Ubi Amor, Ibi Dolor (where there is love, there is pain)

Ultima Forsan (perhaps the last / sundial quote "perhaps your last hour")

Usque Ad Finem (until the end / fight to the death)

Vacate Et Scire (Be still and know)

Vi Et Animo (with heart and soul)

Victoria Aut Mors (victory or death)

Vincit Qui Patitur (he conquers who endures)

Vita Ante Acta (a life done before - of reincarnation)

Vivere Militare Est (to live is to fight)

Vox Clamantis In Deserto (the voice of one crying in the wilderness)

There are also some longer ones that may not make good titles because of their length, but are still worth inclusion:

Aut Simul Stabunt Aut Simul Cadent (they will either stand together or fall together)

Flectere Si Nequeo Superos, Acheronta Movebo (if I can not reach Heaven I will raise Hell)

Forsan Et Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (perhaps even these things will be good to remember one day)

Igitur Qui Desiderat Pacem, Praeparet Bellum (therefore whoever desires peace, let him prepare for war)

In Regione Caecorum Rex Est Luscus (in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king)

Minus Malum Toleratur Ut Maius Tollat (choose the lesser evil so a greater evil may be averted)

Quem Deus Vult Perdere, Dementat Prius (whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad)

Ubi Sunt, Qui Ante Nos Fuerunt? (Where are they, those who have gone before us?)

Virtus Junxit Mors Non Separabit (that which virtue unites, let not death separate)

#words #writing #writing reference #title suggestions #latin #latin words #latin phrases #writblr #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfics #fanart

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vigarioamelia · 8 months ago

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so i have been working on this fanfic which is basically:

instead of p being 'uh okay whatever i guess' when red fox (claudia) and black cat (lucio) tell him to just move forward without them during the malum district exploration, p insists on bringing them to the hotel and all of that.

it's 10k fucking words so far and i was definitely NOT planning on putting so much into it but i have so many headcanons and i really want to explore these characters... not only P himself, but Red Fox, Black Cat, the hotel crew and of course the Black Rabbit Brotherhood

so if anyone reads this would you mind giving your opinion on whether i should write a fic one-shot focusing on each (as in, a one-shot dedicated to what could red fox and black cat's relationship with P be, another one-shot with the Black Rabbit Brotherhood etc etc etc) or idk make every single one part of the same work with separate chapters?

all the one-shots would be part of a series btw

ALSO I HAVE AN IDEA FOR A ROMEO STORY AS WELL SO... big brain moment

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cheemscakecat · 10 months ago

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Missing In Action Master Post

All chapters of my fanfic below. Definitely read the prologue first.

New Chapters release on Saturdays.

Missing in Action Prologue https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/739458765204701184/missing-in-action-prologue?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 1: Morning.

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/740086578940182528/missing-in-action?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 2: Missing.

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/740704992762134528/missing-in-action?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 3: New Guy

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/741344898287091712/missing-in-action-3?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 4: Passageway

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/741994951891664896/missing-in-action-4?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 5: Team Meat-ing [pt 1]

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/742629698634498048/missing-in-action-5?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 5 1/2 Team Meat-ing [pt 2]

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/743257729124171777/missing-in-action-5-12?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 6: Strange Dream, New Favorite Memory

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/744533905362812928/missing-in-action-6?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 7: Dream Team

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/745140674377252864/missing-in-action-7?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 8: Battle Plan

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/745790534195494912/missing-in-action-8?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 9: Boiling Point

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/747068557618184192/missing-in-action-9?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 10: Splitting Up

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/748326932064649216/missing-in-action-10?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 11: Injury

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/749593104318906368/missing-in-action-11?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 12: Malum

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/752767223582670848/missing-in-action-12?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 13: Regret

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/753410632110473216/missing-in-action-13?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 14: Reflection

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/755929098248962048/missing-in-action-14?source=share

#tf2 #dadspy #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #angst fanfic #sad lad hours #tf2 fanfiction

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ramlightly · 1 year ago

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It makes me a little sad that no one asks about Ginger 🙁 I love him/her (idk his/her pronoun) is devilishly beautiful, intriguing and makes me think things 🥴 what can you tell us about Ginger? apart from the fact that she sometimes gets along with Thistle

Also, Ginger doing Basil's makeup completely melts me: I had to send that comic to my friend because it was perfect with her fanfic

Oh boy, do I!

Ginger (she/they) was created by Malum of the Gardens to be one of the Flower Girls, plant like beings made to be hosts to guests and to protect the gardens. Flowers Girls is a bit of misnomer because they're not all girls but the name was catchy and it stuck.

The Flower Girls occupy a unique position in the Gardens where they are very vulnerable to aggressive and ill-meaning demons as Flower Girls not supposed to fight but serve. But if a Flower Girl gets hurt, that's a direct insult to their creator, Malum. And one does not want to do that.

Ginger, the nature of being someone who actually gets things done, ends up being in a leader role to the rest of the Flower Girls. So they come to her whenever anything goes wrong. Which Ginger finds absolutely exhausting because she often just wants to fuck around lol, but she'll do it! Because no one else will! Especially since Malum is MIA!

#ask #ginger #lore

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superbloomluke · 1 year ago

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Luke: *is staring off into space*

Michael: what’s wrong with him?

Calum: is he sleeping with his eyes open?

Michael: I haven’t seen him move in twenty minutes…

Ashton: don’t worry, guys. He’s just having a thought.

Michael:

Calum:

Luke:

Michael: like, a singular thought?

Ashton: yep.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin #5sos fanfic #5sos gay #5sos imagine #luke hemmings #5sos ashton #calum hood #lashton #michael clifford #lashton hemwin #lashton smut #michael 5sos #calm 5sos #5sos calum #malum 5sos

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sparklefics · 1 year ago

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This is so cute I can’t!!!

Second Trimester

Authors Note: Thank you guys soo much for the love you gave this story! Here's part 2!

Part 1: First Trimester

She knew something was up when Bucky insisted on picking her up and driving her to the compound. He rubbed two gloved hands together nervously as she locked up her apartment door.

“You look even more anxious than when we made bean.” She chuckled.

Bucky let out a staggered breath running a hand through his newly short hair. “I’m sorry, m’not trying to make you nervous it’s just- well, I don’t have any family left, biological family that is. And those dorks are kind of my chosen family. Think of this like meeting your in laws- except they’re not your in laws because we’re not dating, they’re Avengers and they kind of think you got pregnant on purpose.”

(Y/n) gulped, suddenly feeling like a knot of spikes parked in the middle of her esophagus. “So much for not trying to make me nervous.”

“Sorry… again.” Bucky shut his eyes for a second. “I’m not great at the talking part- I don’t usually talk this much. I don’t know what’s come over me.”

Once he opened his eyes back up, Bucky was greeted with a smile that melted the tension. He didn’t know how she did it, one soft look from her and all his problems were suddenly gone.

“I like your word vomit.” (Y/n) smiled and without thinking twice, she laced the fingers on her right hand with the ones on his left hand. “You don’t have to be nervous alone, you know. We’re in this together for the next eight months and at least my lifetime. I don’t know how long you’re planning on living, how about we round it up to the next seventy years.”

Bucky’s throat went dry and he tried to keep up with her pace walking. He looked down at their linked hands with widened eyes. It had been years since someone had touched his left hand, let alone do it on purpose and without flinching.

Bucky learned the hard way that some women only wanted to be with him so he could use the vibranium on them, see what it was capable of doing. It all felt so wrong to him, using the arm that was given to him to kill for something other than that. He’d been ashamed of it for so long that he lived life around it. Covering it with a jacket and gloves even in the scorching New York summer. Using his right hand to open doors and help old ladies cross the street, wanting to bring the least amount of attention to his left limb. But in this moment, he didn’t feel discomfort or humiliation; quite the opposite, he felt a calming blooming sensation coming from their joined hands. Like the sun had risen after a long winter and it was casting its warming yellow glow on him.

He straightened his spine and squeezed her hand, being careful to not put too much pressure but making it clear he welcomed the gesture.

An hour later, it was her who needed Bucky’s hand to hold. She was sitting at the end of a long conference table with people she never thought she’d meet staring her down.

Captain America, who’d insisted she call him Steve, sat closest to her with his elbows resting on the table. (Y/n) could see the battle going on in his head by the different wrinkles that showed up on his expressive face. Going from excitement to worry in seconds. Next to him was Natasha, the redhead was surprisingly the most inviting of them all, giving (Y/n) a genuine smile. All the way in the back of the room stood the Falcon, Sam hadn’t said a single word and kept his eyes laser focused on her. Like he was waiting for something to give up the fact that (Y/n) was using Bucky. With his arms crossed over his chest, he leaned on the wall and narrowed his eyes.

Finally, Bucky came back into the room with a glass of water which he placed in front of her.

“Guys, I really wanted you to meet-“

Bucky’s quiet voice was replaced by Sam’s booming tone. “Have you even thought about how this is going to work out?!”

Groans came from both Steve and Nat.

“You promised to behave.” Steve shot daggers at Sam but he just rolled his eyes.

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” Natasha said. “Before her, we thought it was impossible for people with the super serum to have kids. Think of how this will change the world. They can’t just pass it up.”

“The world,” Sam laughed dryly. “Think about how this is going to change Buck! We can do this, this job, because we have no family except each other. He’ll start pulling his punches and then what? He’ll leave a mission because the kid got sick?”

“That’s enough Sam.” Steve said. “What about Clint? He’s got a family and he got the job done.”

“Have you two even talked about what this relationship is?” Sam waved his hand between Bucky and (Y/n). “Are you two exclusive?”

“Yes.” Said Bucky but at the same time, (Y/n) said: “No.”

Bucky’s neck snapped towards her. “You’re dating? With my kid in there?”

(Y/n)’s brows shot up. “You made it very clear we aren’t dating so yes, I’ve been on a couple of dates.”

“I don’t know how I feel about you dragging my kid on dates with random men.” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and she mimicked his action.

“This baby is as much my kid as it is yours. And until I pop it out, bean’s going to be following me everywhere I go. That means, if I want to go to the movies or dinner and someone asks me out, I’ll do whatever the hell I want.”

Sam’s arms shot up. “See, this is what I’m talking about. They have no idea what they’re doing!”

Natasha rubbed her temples. “How about this, the next time (Y/n) wants to go out on a date, Bucky takes her out. You’re going to start showing any second now and it’s gonna start getting harder and harder to get commitment-phobe guys to go on a date with the lady growing another human.”

(Y/n) nodded her head. “Sounds great to me.”

“Deal. I’ll take you out once a week.” Bucky uncrossed his arms.

“Twice.” (Y/n) shrugged. “I’m cute, a lot of guys wanting to take me out.”

Bucky’s nostrils flared at the thought of other men waiting behind her front door. “Twice, but I get to choose the place at least once.”

“You get to choose the place but I get flowers, once a week.” (Y/n) rested both elbows on the table and stared at Bucky.

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Fine, you’ll get the flowers but I’ll get three vetoes for any of the places you choose.”

(Y/n) brought her right hand closer to him, wanting to shake on the deal before he could back out. “Deal.”

“Deal.” Bucky said with a devious smile. “You need to work on your negotiation skills, dollface. I was already planning on getting you flowers for every date.”

“I would have done the deal for one date a week.” (Y/n) smiled.

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Bucky knocked three times on her door, exhausted from the night before. He’d been to Romania on a mission and gotten in at around 3 am, gotten up at 8 am and trained the day through. He leaned his head on the door and waited for (Y/n) to open the door.

It had been three weeks since they’d reached the date agreement and he’d only had to cancel once. Bucky was quite proud of that, for someone who’s life had been upside down he was keeping his promise and developing some sort of routine.

Today was his choice of date and in true Bucky fashion, he wanted to stay in. He’d picked up Chinese takeout and wanted to watch another of the thousands of classic movies he’d missed over the decades.

Bucky heard her soft footsteps leading to the door and the lock turning.

“They didn’t have the pork dumplings so I got you shrimp. And since shrimp don’t have a high mercury level, we’re okay to eat it- you know, since doc sai-“

Bucky’s rambling was cut short the second his eyes locked on her body. His ocean blue eyes widened and his jaw went slack. (Y/n) was wearing a white tank top that clung to her body, it had been only a couple of days since they’d seen each other but Bucky felt like it had been a lifetime. His eyes locked on her chest for a couple of seconds, he couldn’t miss the sight of her bigger breasts, but what really caught his eye was the small bump that sticked out.

“Y-you’re pregnant.” Bucky stuttered.

(Y/n) let out a loud laugh as she lead him into her apartment. “I thought you got the memo.” Taking the brown paper bag from his hands.

Bucky shook his head, trying to rearrange his thoughts but all that bubbled around in his brain was the image of her with her hands rubbing the small bump.

“I-I mean. You look pregnant.” Bucky’s eyes shone like the night’s sky, his hands itched to get closer to her, closer to the baby.

(Y/n) took her place on the couch, stretching out her hand to him. Bucky walked slowly, afraid of- he didn’t know what he was afraid of but there was a deep feeling settling in his stomach. When Bucky got closer, he absentmindedly brought forward his left hand before ripping it back and stretching out his right one.

“It’s okay.” (Y/n) whispered, a sweet smile playing on her lips. “Bean loves every part of you.”

Bucky shook his head quickly, extending his right hand closer to her.

(Y/n) sat up, taking both of Bucky’s hands in hers and lightly pulling him down until he was kneeling in between her legs. With a soft touch, she brought his hands to her protruding belly, rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.

“Bean will never be afraid of you.” (Y/n) whispered, bringing one of her hands to the back of his neck, soothing Bucky with her touch.

His eyes filled with burning tears, begging to be let out. Years of being feared, years of being used, it all didn’t matter because it brought him to this exact moment.

No words were spoken because he couldn’t think of words that expressed his feelings. Gratitude, happiness, peace. Instead of saying anything, he unlocked a piece of himself to her. That was the only thing he could do. So, for the next hour they sat in silence, tears falling freely from his eyes as he rubbed her belly softly. Bucky hummed tunes from the 40’s until (Y/n) fell asleep, her back pressed to his chest.

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It had been a long day at the compound’s med bay. (Y/n) had been poked and prodded for the better part of two hours and Bucky had been by her side the entire time. He knew better than anyone that being in that situation alone was horrible, a feeling he wouldn’t want anyone to experience let alone the woman carrying his child.

“Are we almost done here?” Bucky said, his words rough and clipped. The doctors around the two of them scattered and nodded, afraid of him. But, (Y/n)? She just laughed.

“They’re just doing their job Buck.” She smiled. “Bean is an incredible scientific accomplishment that they just want to understand. Plus, I would much rather get my blood drawn and have a couple of ultrasounds than what I get done at the OBGYN.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed at the thought of her being even slightly uncomfortable.

“I’ve lost count of the people who’ve shoved their hands up to my cervix.” She laughed, getting up from the chair.

Bucky rubbed tiny circles next to her belly button, loving the way her skin felt in his hands, as they walked out of the med bay.

“Isn’t that Sam?” (Y/n) asked, looking left at the man who’d barely talked to them since they’d decided to have the baby.

“Yeah but I don’t think we should call him ove-“

(Y/n) interrupted him by yelling out Sam’s name and calling him over.

Bucky saw the annoyed state his friend was in the second he walked towards them.

“Hey.” Sam gave them a tight smile.

“I know you don’t trust me,” (Y/n) said. “but just do this time.”

Sam’s eyes furrowed with confusion and it just deepened the second (Y/n) took his hand and brought it to her stomach. What was first hesitation, turned into surprise.

“Is- is that?” Sam asked feeling movement inside her belly.

“That’s bean.” Bucky’s smile took over his face.

“It’s moving.” Sam whispered, taking his other hand and bringing it to her stomach too.

“I know you’re not totally on board with this,” Bucky said. “but you need to trust us. This is the right decision.”

Sam’s wide eyes bounced between the two of them. “I can’t concentrate on anything else but this baby trying to kick its way out of (Y/n)’s stomach. Bean’s going to have my fighting style.”

Both Bucky and (Y/n) smiled at each other, happy that Sam had finally called their baby Bean.

tagged: @kpopgirlbtssvt @shara-ne @namelesssaviour @hallecarey1 @aorifukuzawa @sammyssm @alana4610. @mrsjobarnes

#bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky x female reader #bucky #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky barns x reader #malum-forev

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psychologeek · 11 months ago

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So, I decided to get some done on the "Narrative Paradigm" fanfic

(Core Skills AU, 4th sequel.)

Anyway, have fun thinking about this :)

ID: a phone screenshot, a notification from "GoonionOffical" app

!!Red Alert!! "Attention everyone! We have Red Alert tonight. Resources say they are out for blood. If you can, stay inside and avoid reasons to be tracked down. If you can't, Remember to wear your Goonion (TM) pin on a visible place and avoid... " (three buttons under: Read More, Ignore, Cancel)

the Icon of the app and the photo of the notification is the Goonion Logo, from PandaRed.

It's a Balaclava-face, and around the phrase "FACERE MALUM STERCORE TUTO"

(Latin for: DO BAD SH!T SAFELY.)

#batman #jason todd #batfam #core skills #core skills au #fanfic #my fanfic #goonion #notifications

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candyhoiic · 6 months ago

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Post Masterlist

Adam

Beef Jerky - Drabble

Souls Going to Heaven - Drabble

My Fallen Adam Design - Art

Hell is Forever Fallen Adam Reprise - Drabble

Adam Expression Practice - Art

AdamsApple

Child of the Stars - Song Suggestion

First Sinner Adam Au - Drabble (Part One)

First Sinner Adam Au - Drabble (Part Two)

First Sinner Adam Au - Drabble (Part Three)

First Sinner Adam Au - Fake Screenshot: Adam's Reveal - Art

First Sinner Adam Au - Luci~ - Art

Vox

Easiest Way to get Under His Skin - Drabble

Huskersbar's DTIYS - Female Vox - Art

Female Vox Sketch - Art

Alastor

Curly Haired Alastor Superiority - Art

Radiostatic

Anime Moment - Art

Groupie WIP (One-sided, RadioSilence) - Art

Silly Little Doodle (Also Features StaticMoth) - Art

Malums' DTIYS - Art

Alastor Adopts Vox AU - Platonic - Art (Wip )

Angel Dust

Traditional Sketches - Art

Background Characters

New Icon - Sheep Demon - Art

Hazbin Hotel Swap Au (My Version)

Lilith, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel Dust - Drabble

Alastor, Husk, and Niffty - Drabble

All the Lies We Told

Shameless Advertisement- Fanfic

How I Imagine the Reader - Art

Reader's Demon Form - Art

Farewell, My Friend

Part One Welcome Back - Fanfic

OCs

Adamsona - Art

Let's Make a Hazbin Hotel OC Together! (Poll)

Round One: What Gender - Winner: Genderfluid

Round Two: Year of Death - Winner: 2000's

Round Three: Living Profession - Ongoing

More rounds coming soon

#hazbin hotel blog #masterlist

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 4 months ago

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Married Malum Masterlist

he was sunshine (i was midnight rain) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton T, 5k

Summary: Luke and Ashton are roommates, which sounds perfectly fine, but Ashton is the biggest grump according to Luke. At least, only during the Christmas holidays. Luke makes it his mission to get Ashton to like Christmas by the end of the month.

I'm Sorry For Breaking Your Heart It Clearly Doesn't Tear You Appart Anymore (I Was Running Back To You) (ao3) - Migs michael/calum, luke/michael M, 1k

Summary: Michael and Calum are getting married. Luke shows up.

It's nice to have a friend (ao3) - NovaDevil N/R, 1k

Summary: If you ask Calum how he ended up here, he'll probably laugh and say he has no fucking idea but he's glad anyway.

But right now, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, he has all the time in the world to take a reminiscing look back at everything that's happened since he was just a little kid in Sydney, and the one fixed feature through it all.

no control (ao3) - lukevegas michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 625

Summary: so evryones cute and married and ashton doesn't know when to shut his mouth

Oh, We Could Be Falling In Love (ao3) - malumqt (bunwuji) michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 9k

Summary: Michael Clifford is only prince of Australia. Calum Hood is the prince of New Zealand. Both are enemy countries and decided to have an arranged marriage to have peace. Michael doesn't want an arranged marriage. He's determined to hate the unfairly adorable New Zealand prince.

sickeningly sweet like honey (ao3) - merlypops E, 5k

Summary: Calum and Michael have anniversary car sex, and are sickeningly in love with each other.

the skies falling down (end of the world) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 4k

Summary: Luke is severely hurt, and Ashton is desperate to find something to heal his best friend. He's on the brink of giving up when he meets Michael and Calum, who happen to be from a community that has medical supplies.

We Got A Good Thing (ao3) - dafeedil G, 4k

Summary: And just like that, Calum gets it.

God, of course. Why else would their daughter have come all the way down to their room at a quarter past ten, looking like she’s been trying to work up the courage to do so for hours?

“Holy shit.” Calum grins, practically vibrating with excitement. “Fuck, Mike, she’s going on a date.”

Or, Bella has her first date. It’s a bigger deal for Michael than even Michael was anticipating for it to be.

When the Odds are Stacked (ao3) - xxsilverlist E, 50k

Summary: In which Michael and Calum wade through married life while on a world tour and after. In which Calum and Michael face the struggles of adopting and parenthood, fame, homophobia, and puppies. And in which Calum and Michael struggle to balance domestic life and their friends and family.

you and me (so don't let me go) (ao3) - fermentedpotato G, 5k

Summary: Calum and Michael get married in Florida when the tour is over (and Michael promises Calum a puppy).

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #malum #michael clifford #calum hood #malum masterlist #marriage #marriage masterlist

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saiacross · 1 year ago

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Bonds Unveiled

Supernatural FanFic : 9,889 Words : Series: Reader-Insert

Chapter 23: A Day of Truths

This Work is part of an overarching story that can be read as a one-shot with little overlapping information from other chapters.

⬅ Chapter 22: Bonds Forged 💜 Bonus Chapter 4: Bonding ➡ Master List

Sam, Dean, and Y/N are all affected by a witch's hex that gives them each an ability corresponding to that of a sister of the witch from the past. All while they navigate the new boundaries of their relationship, AND stop Y/N from becoming a demon.

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A month had passed since the trio of hunters officially began their unique relationship, a secret they intended to keep amongst themselves. Much of their day-to-day life remained unchanged in terms of work, but when they had their precious downtime, everything was different.

Small but profound gestures of affection became part of their daily existence. Hands were held, kisses were shared, and gazes lingered just a little longer. Despite the chaos of their world, it felt like a haven when they were together.

Sam's approach to affection was unabashedly public. He didn't hesitate to sit a little closer to Y/N or wrap his arm around her shoulders whenever they could. It was his way of proclaiming their connection to the world.

Dean, on the other hand, was more subtle in public. He expressed his love in understated ways – a hand on Y/N's knee beneath the table, ensuring her food was perfect when ordered, and gallantly opening doors for her.

Y/N reciprocated their love in equal measure – a gentle kiss on Dean's cheek at a diner despite knowing he would brush it off, a deliberate brush against Sam's hand when they posed as FBI agents, and the way she always made sure they enjoyed the show when she knew they were watching.

Over time, their day-to-day life with two boyfriends became the new normal. It didn't take long for this unconventional relationship to become their standard, a world where love and affection coexisted with their demon-hunting duties.

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"Ne videas malum, ne audias malum, ne loquatur malum;

"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil,

In imis umbra haec vera detego.

In the shadow's depths, these truths I reveal.

Vera loquetur, secreta soluto;

One shall speak the truth, secrets to unbind,

dum ceteri mystice, penitus innexa.”

While the others in mystery, deeply entwined."

The witch the trio had been chasing chanted a series of Latin words, her sinister grin growing wider as Dean finally managed to kick down the door that blocked their path. Sam, Dean, and Y/N stormed into the room, determination etched across their faces. Their mission was clear: to stop the witch who had manipulated people into taking their own lives.

But it was too late to thwart her final move. With a wicked grin, the witch threw her last ingredient into the metal basin before her. A shockwave erupted from the basin, sending them hurtling back into the walls, bookshelves, and tables.

Amidst the chaos, as the room erupted into a whirlwind of crashing bodies and shattered furniture, the witch seized the opportunity to make her escape out the window. Dean, Sam, and Y/N were sent flying in different directions, their bodies colliding with violence that matched the storm raging around them.

Dean was the first to regain his footing, his determination unwavering. He hurled himself towards the window where the witch was attempting her getaway.

“No, you don't!” Dean yelled as he followed her.

“DEAN!” Sam's voice followed him, an urgent plea stemming from concern. He remembered all too well that they were on the second floor. But Dean's chase was relentless, ignoring the dangers that awaited outside.

Then, Y/N's voice pierced the frantic air, filled with confidence and determination.

“I've got him!” With the agility of her Kitsune nature, Y/N raised herself from the ground and, with a graceful bound, followed Dean out the window. Her landing was silent and graceful, a testament to her supernatural grace. She swiftly surveyed her surroundings, scanning for any sign of Dean or the escaping witch.

It was the unmistakable report of a gunshot that split the air, followed by a blood-curdling scream, that directed Y/N to the side of the house. There, she found Dean, standing resolute with his pistol in hand, while the witch lay lifeless at his feet.

Y/N's voice, filled with concern, rang out as she approached Dean, her footsteps halting as she slid to a stop by his side, positioning herself protectively in front of him. Her eyes scanned him for any signs of injury as she urgently inquired, “Are you alright?”

Dean, ever the stoic hunter, responded with a casual shrug, his breath still heavy from the chase. “Yeah, of course. She's just a witch.”

“Dean, you jumped out of a second-story window!” Y/N, incredulous and amazed, gazed at Dean, her eyes reflecting her astonishment.

“Oh, that. Yeah, I might have landed wrong, actually.” Dean's nonchalant attitude persisted as he waved off the daring stunt. With a subtle shift of his weight and a hand pressed to his hip, Dean downplayed his daring feat.

Meanwhile, Sam rounded the corner at a sprint, his concern evident as he slowed upon seeing the witch sprawled lifeless on the ground. His eyes darted rapidly between Dean, Y/N, and the vanquished witch as he inquired, ”You guys alright”

Sam's gaze held a mix of relief and inquiry, aware that in the life they led, even the smallest skirmish could turn into a fight for survival.

“He landed wrong.” Y/N, with an exasperated eye-roll directed at Dean, turned her attention to Sam, her voice carrying a hint of mock disapproval. Her tone dripped with sarcasm, making it clear she was not thrilled with Dean's impulsive decision to leap from the second-story window.

“What?” Sam's face contorted in confusion as he gazed at Dean, perplexed by this cryptic exchange. He had no clue what was transpiring.

Dean, realizing the conversation was going off course, tried to redirect their focus to the task at hand. Listen let’s just move the witch's body inside the house for tonight, and we’ll come back in the morning to deal with all this.”

Sam's skepticism was evident as he glanced at Dean, wondering if his brother was avoiding a topic, but agreed. He then shifted his attention to Y/N, who seemed lost in her own world.

Concerned, Sam called her name, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to snap her back to reality. He asked if she was alright. Y/N appeared momentarily disoriented, confusion clouding her features as she slowly comprehended Sam's question. She instinctively reached up to rub her temple, “Sorry.. I umm..” She couldn’t really get the words out.

“Hey you’re fine, how about you go sit in the car while we finish up here, alright?” Sam continued to rub soothing circles on her back. Y/N agreed with a nod and headed for the Impala.

Once she was out of earshot, Dean approached Sam, a furrow in his brow, “Everything alright?”

Sam's shoulders lifted in a shrug, his expression mirroring the uncertainty he felt, “Something just seems off about her.”

Dean gave Sam a reassuring pat on the back as he passed by, his voice carrying a sense of understanding and fatigue.

Dean: It's been a long night, Sammy. She might just be hungry. We'll swing by and get some food on the way back. So help me with this.

Sam, eager to wrap up the night's events, nodded in agreement and crouched down to lift the witch's legs, ready to assist Dean in moving the lifeless body.

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Dean, Y/N, and Sam had found their way to a local bar and grill, with Dean's choice winning out thanks to a previous bet with Sam during the ride. As they settled at a table, Y/N and Sam taking their seats, Dean insisted on taking charge of their drink orders and placing their food orders.

Y/N observed Dean closely, her eyes narrowed with curiosity. She couldn't fathom why he still engaged in these little charades. Did he not realize she could see him?

Sam, leaning casually against Y/N and with an arm draped over the back of her chair, was engrossed in his laptop. His thumb gently stroked her shoulder as he whispered, more to himself than to Y/N, "I swear I've heard that spell before, like a nursery rhyme or something." When Y/N didn't respond, Sam looked up and followed her gaze to Dean, who was busy flirting with the bartender.

Fully aware of Y/N's growing irritation, Sam straightened up in his chair, trying to find the right words. Y/N's restrained anger seeped through her as she asked, "Is he stupid?"

Sam, mentally agreeing with her sentiment, cleared his throat and tried to ease the situation, saying, "Don't let it get to you. You know Dean, he's just being... Dean."

Dean, turning from the bar with three drinks in hand, approached them with a grin. Oblivious to the daggers Y/N's eyes were sending his way. Y/N rolled her eyes, her frustration palpable, and rose from her seat as she said, "Yeah, well, Dean is only 'Dean' when there are other pretty girls around. I'm going to the bathroom."

She gave Sam a kiss on the cheek and headed for the bathroom, pointedly ignoring Dean as she left the table. Sam watched her depart with a pained expression, knowing he'd have to navigate the tension between his brother and the woman he cared about.

Dean noticed the frosty reception he received from Y/N as they passed by each other. Dean set the drinks down on the table, and Sam couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his brother's ceaselessness. Dean, ever the charmer, leaned toward Sam and asked, "What's with her?"

Sam gave Dean a skeptical look before he countered, "Dude, really?"

Dean appeared genuinely puzzled. "What?"

Sam rolled his eyes and gestured toward the bar, saying, "When are you going to stop fooling around? You have a girlfriend now, you know. You think she likes watching you flirt with every girl who crosses our path?"

Sinking into his chair, Dean tried to defend himself. "It's not like I got her number or anything; I was just being nice."

But Sam knew his brother's habits and remained unconvinced. He said, "Dean, stop. You agreed to this, so get serious; otherwise, say the word, and you'll be off the hook. But stop messing around; you may not see what it does to her, but I do."

Dean took a deep swig from his beer, placed the bottle back on the table, and nodded. "Fine. You're right."

Sam was relieved to hear Dean acknowledge the issue, but then his brother made a surprising confession. Dean said, "Just for the record, she did offer me her number, but I didn't take it, alright."

Sam, despite his earlier frustration with Dean's behavior, raised an eyebrow in surprise and confusion. "Really? YOU turned HER down?"

Dean nodded and elaborated, "Something weird about her. Like what she was saying wasn't matching the vibe she was giving off. It was creepy, man."

In that instant, Sam was once again disappointed in his brother.

Y/N returned to the table, taking her seat between Sam and Dean. With a wistful expression, Dean couldn't help himself but reach out and rest his hand on her knee, a comforting habit that always made her smile. Her initial anger was starting to ebb, although she knew Dean needed to understand that he couldn't keep flirting with every woman he encountered. In an attempt to break the tension, she glanced at Sam's laptop and asked, "Find anything?"

Sam, acknowledging her attempt to move on, raised his eyebrows and continued scrolling through web searches.

Suddenly, an unexpected interruption occurred as a tall, lanky guy approached their table. He slid himself between Y/N and Dean, causing Dean to withdraw his hand quickly. The man faced Y/N and leaned against the table, a slow, seductive tone in his voice as he purred, "Hey there..."

What Dean heard was; “It must be my lucky night.”

Dean looked up at the man as though he were about to stomp his knee in.

Y/N's stern voice was swift in defusing the situation. She didn't even look at the man as she said, "Boyfriend A, Boyfriend B. So, Fuck off." She pointed to Sam as A and Dean as B without a hint of hesitation.

Dean was somewhat taken aback by his assigned position, but before he could voice his objection, Y/N simply stated, "You know what you did," and took a drink of her beer.

The man chuckled and leaned in closer, growling suggestively, "Two boyfriends, huh? Got room for one more, sweet cheeks?"

What Dean heard was: “Fuck these losers. I’ll pound that-”

“Hey!” Dean angrily cut the man off before her could finish, though his outburst earned him an odd glance from the man.

Sam's irritation flared, and it appeared as though he was about to take matters into his own hands, but Y/N finally turned to the guy, her expression deadly serious, and asked, “Why the fuck would I give you even a second thought after you just got done fucking the bartender in the bathroom?”

The man's face dropped in disbelief, and he promptly stood up.

Y/N looked the man up and down before offering, “I suggest you get tested by the way.”

With that, the man retreated in humiliation. Y/N watched him intently as he left, her point well made. She took another swig of her beer, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

Dean, trying to hide his curiosity and surprise, asked, "How did you know all that?"

Y/N turned to Dean and replied without missing a beat, "I could smell it."

Dean's eyebrows raised in disbelief and confusion. He clarified, "You mean you can smell when we've... um, you know, done it?"

Y/N nodded and responded matter-of-factly, "Yeah. Even if you shower, the pheromones are still strong."

Sam couldn't help but laugh at Dean's realization, and the tension at the table seemed to ease, albeit slightly.

As though God himself were testing Y/N, the bartender arrived with their food, wearing a charming smile and using an alluring voice as she took her time bending over more than necessary to plate their meals.

Her flirtatious comments were aimed at Dean as she said, “Hey there, guess this is your brother, huh?”

What Dean heard was: “Damn, he’s huge. Bet I could take it.”

She went even further, reaching across the table to Y/N, causing Sam and Dean to avert their eyes as Y/N locked a steely gaze onto the woman. The trio knew exactly what the bartender was trying to do.

Just as she was about to depart, she ran her hand provocatively over Dean's shoulder and said, 'Call me if you need anything.' Sam's face twisted into a disgusted expression, while Dean appeared deep in thought, attempting to decipher the bartender's intentions.

What Dean heard was: “That bitch will regret it if she keeps staring me down.”

Y/N had had enough of these advances. She abruptly stood from her seat and called out, “Hey, Blondie!” The bartender turned around just in time to see Y/N settle herself comfortably in Sam's lap, one leg casually crossed over the other. Sam's hand naturally found its place on her hips as Y/N leaned in, gently tugging Dean forward for a full kiss on the lips.

Breaking the kiss, Y/N eyed the bartender with a mischievous glint in her eyes and said, “We're gonna need some to-go boxes.”

Dean and Sam were left in a state of shock, taken aback by the power play they had just witnessed. It reminded them of the night with the vampires and the werewolves. Y/N could feel Sam shifting beneath her, and Dean seemed lost in a trance, making a mental note of the whole situation.

Y/N couldn't resist a satisfied smirk as she added, “Pack the food up, alright? I'll be waiting in the Impala.” Her authority was undeniable as she confidently strolled away, leaving a bewildered bartender in her wake. Sam and Dean exchanged glances before they settled on watching Y/N walk away as she always did when she knew they were watching.

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The door to their motel room creaked open, and Y/N walked in, bearing a bag of food. Sam and Dean followed her, their voices raised in a bickering match over something trivial. Dean, closing the door behind him, quipped, "Man, I don't know what to tell you. Just get better, I won again, and you have to accept that. Y/N, will you please tell him to stop being a baby about it?"

Y/N, who had already settled herself at the table with her computer open, replied with an air of nonchalance, "Sam if you worked half as much as you whine, we might be done with this job by now. Sam, will you please tell him to stop being a baby about it."

Both Sam and Dean were taken aback, their expressions mirroring shock. Sam, feeling offended by her words, called out, "Hey!"

Dean, on the other hand, remained silent, simply staring at Y/N in disbelief.

However, Y/N herself seemed equally surprised by what she had just said. She stammered a mixture of bewilderment and flustered in her voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that... I mean I did, but not that harsh."

Her eyes widened as she grew increasingly flustered, and she continued, "Jesus, Y/N, shut up!"

Sam, still a bit hurt, inquired, "Hey, what's up with you? You've been kind of off since..."

Y/N finished his sentence, "Since the witch disappeared? Have either of you two felt different?"

Dean and Sam paused to think. Eventually, Sam shook his head and said, "No."

What Dean heard was: “Could the shifting I was seeing be part of this?”

Dean looked at Sam, his brows furrowing in confusion, and he asked, "What shifting?"

Sam and Y/N exchanged puzzled glances. Sam replied, "I didn't say anything about shifting."

Dean's glare intensified, and he insisted, "Yeah, you did. Just now. I heard you."

Y/N, looking equally baffled, chimed in as she focused on Dean, "Dean, Sam didn't say anything."

Dean was clearly disturbed, his expression a mix of fear and disbelief. He knew he heard Sam mention "shifting," but why weren't Sam and Y/N confirming it?

Concerned and wanting to understand what had happened, Y/N turned to Sam and inquired hastily, "Sam, what was that spell she was chanting? I think she did something."

For the next few hours, Sam and Y/N immersed themselves in research, Sam wracking his memory for the mysterious spell and both of them scouring books and online sources for information about its origin and purpose. Finally, they found what they were looking for.

Sam's eyes lit up with recognition, and he exclaimed, "That's it! I thought I recognized it."

Sam proceeded to explain, his tone thoughtful and earnest, "So, get this. We were hit with a spell that invokes the powers of three wise and virtuous sisters, each known for their unique and profound abilities. Amanita, Claritas, and Veritas, together they embodied the very essence of truth."

Y/N and Dean exchanged intrigued glances, their curiosity piqued by Sam's words.

Sam continued, his voice resonating with a sense of wonder, "Claritas, the Listener, was the eldest sister, known for her exceptional ability to hear the unspoken truths that whispered in the wind. Her ears were attuned to the nuances of words, silences, and the melodies of the heart. With her deep understanding of language and the unspoken, she could discern when words concealed hidden agendas or resonated with sincerity."

Dean's eyebrows raised as he absorbed the description of Amanita's abilities, while Y/N nodded thoughtfully.

Sam moved on, his voice taking on a measured tone, "Amanita, the Seer, was the second eldest of the sisters and was blessed with the gift of sight. Her eyes sparkled with otherworldly wisdom, allowing her to perceive the truth in every corner of the world. She saw beyond appearances, recognizing the genuine intentions of all she encountered. Her vision was said to pierce through veils of deception and reveal the core of reality."

Y/N's eyes lit up as she contemplated the implications of Claritas' abilities. Dean too looked intrigued.

Sam then spoke of the youngest sister, Veritas, with a sense of admiration, "Veritas, the Speaker, possessed the power to weave words of pure truth. Her voice carried the resonance of authenticity, and her speech was a force for good. She would only speak when she was certain of the honesty behind her words. Her voice had the power to unveil secrets, heal wounds, and unite those who listened with open hearts."

As the descriptions of the three sisters' powers settled in, Y/N and Dean exchanged meaningful glances. The gravity of their situation was evident, and the trio understood the magnitude of dealing with such profound and rare abilities.

Sam's gaze shifted between Y/N and Dean, his eyes filled with intrigue. "Okay, so Claritas, the Listener could hear unspoken truths, right? Well, that sounds like what Dean is experiencing."

Y/N nodded thoughtfully, her eyes locked on Dean.

"I have Amanita's abilities, the Seer. When I look at some people, their faces seem to slowly shift into something else, the last few have all been kind of gross.” Sam’s nose scrunched as he thought back to the bartender and creep from the bar.

Dean looked back to Sam with an annoyed expression, “So how do we undo it?”

Sam who’s attention was now back on his laptop screen shrugged, “Uh well the witch who cast the spell is dead so I think we just wait it out, maybe? But we can check out the house though when we head back in the morning if things haven’t changed.” Sam offered but really didn’t have a solid answer.

“Morning huh?” Dean’s gaze turned back to Y/N with a playful glint in his eyes, and said, "That leaves you with the Speaker, right? Veritas. So, you can't tell a lie, basically, right?"

Y/N's eyes narrowed in response to Dean's playful challenge, her voice holding a hint of defiance as she nodded, "That's right."

Dean's grin grew wider, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Alright, well, let's test it. Who's the better kisser, me or Sam?"

Sam let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes as he warned Dean, "Dean, don't. Y/N, you don't have to answer that."

Dean, undeterred, leaned forward, his voice teasing, "Uh-huh, Sammy, that's not what you really want to say now, is it? You want to know the answer too."

Sam sent a withering glare at his brother but was left speechless. Before he could defend himself, Y/N blurted out her answer, "Sam. Sam is the better kisser."

Dean's victorious grin faded. "Well, I was just messing around, you know."

Sam couldn't help but smirk at Dean's reaction.

"But, well, you know, you both are so different, so comparing is really unfair," she stammered, her voice tinged with shyness. She hoped her diplomatic response would quell their curiosity.

However, Dean was unyielding, and his eyes sparkled with mischief, sensing victory. He leaned forward, his eyebrow raised in anticipation, and asked, "Alright then. Well, which one of us is better in bed?"

Sam wore a scowl of disapproval, while Dean's expression was laced with his signature cockiness. The room's tension grew, and it seemed they were on the brink of an answer. That's when Y/N, quick-witted and resourceful, turned to the table where the bag of food was, grabbed her burger, and took a huge bite. Her mouth full, she began to mumble something, but her words were entirely incomprehensible to the brothers.

Sam watched with a hint of amusement and surprise, appreciating Y/N's clever tactic. Dean, on the other hand, looked slightly defeated. He had been outsmarted once again by Y/N's unexpected response.

Once Y/N swallowed her food, she wiped her mouth and turned to Dean with a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I'll answer any question you have," she said, her tone firm, "but I'm not going to stand here and compare you two." Her words left no room for further discussion on that particular topic.

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Y/N remained resolute in her choice to answer Dean's question. She stood her ground, her confidence a stark contrast to Dean's dripping arrogance.

Dean, a step closer to Y/N now, accepted her offer with a hint of smugness. "Fine," he retorted, his voice oozing with overconfidence as if he were about to outsmart her.

Sam, watching the unfolding showdown, shook his head in disbelief at the two of them acting like children.

Dean's question, "How old are you?" cut through the room like a blade. In that moment, the once-confident Y/N's demeanor began to crumble. Her shoulders slumped, and her usual fiery spirit seemed to dissipate. Sam, recognizing the shift, moved closer to the two of them.

Y/N's voice once filled with determination, now held a touch of vulnerability as she replied, "I don't know." Her unexpected answer caught Dean off guard, and he scoffed, momentarily forgetting that Y/N, bound by Veritas's power, couldn't lie.

Dean pressed on, his concern growing. "You don't know? How do you not know? You said you were four when your mother passed, right?"

Y/N's hand balled into a fist as her voice trembled, revealing her discomfort. "That was an estimate, really," she admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor.

Dean's earlier arrogance had transformed into guilt, “When is your birthday?”

Y/N continued to crumble under Dean's questions, “I don't know when my birthday is either. I was young when my mother died, and portions of the time I did spend with her were just gone. You know, all the head injuries from hunting over the years. So I just don't know."

Sam, seeing the impact of their questioning, decided to intervene. "Y/N, he didn’t mean to. If we would have known..."

Y/N nodded, offering a forced smile. "Yeah, I know. It's fine. Excuse me." With that, she swiftly grabbed her jacket and left the motel room. The door closed behind her, leaving Dean and Sam in a heavy silence, reflecting on the unexpected and sensitive exchange they had just experienced.

The tension in the room after Y/N's sudden departure was palpable. Sam sat there, his clenched fists and the fire in his eyes revealing his urge to punch Dean for his insensitive line of questioning. However, he managed to rein in his anger and instead, sank back into his chair, running his hands through his hair and leaning back as if to distance himself from the situation.

Dean, realizing the gravity of the situation and his blunder, let out a heavy sigh. He knew he had to make amends. He turned to Sam and began to apologize, his voice laced with remorse. "Look, Sammy, I'm sorry."

Sam, while appearing calmer, bore the weight of frustration and agitation in his voice as he replied, "Man, don't apologize to me."

Dean, his voice tinged with frustration and confusion, asked Sam for some understanding, "How the hell was I supposed to know she didn't know? I thought this whole time she was just embarrassed because she's older than us!"

Sam, now exasperated with Dean's lack of empathy, snapped, "How about you just DON'T ask!? Ever think of that? How about NOT taking advantage of the situation, huh?"

Dean seemed taken aback by Sam's reaction as he tried to explain himself, "Look, I don't see the big deal, right? So she has spent a few birthdays alone, so have we, and we're fine."

Sam's patience reached its limits as he stood up, speaking aggressively at his older brother, "DEAN! How can you be this dense, man? Just because something doesn't bother you doesn't mean the same for everyone else! Think about it, man. Kitsunes gain a tail for every 100 years they are alive OR by surviving a near-death experience. Y/N has three tails, one of which we know she got after she saved you. This means, as far as we know, she has possibly been alone and without a birthday for at least 200 years. You don't think she could be a little sensitive about it?"

The room fell into silence after Sam's outburst, the tension hanging in the air. Sam's heavy breathing spoke volumes about his frustration. Dean, on the other hand, seemed to be deep in thought, contemplating his brother's words.

Finally, Dean's face underwent a transformation, mixing elements of surprise and admiration. He acknowledged Sam's perspective, saying, "Well, you know, she's looking pretty good for someone in her third century."

Sam glared at Dean, warning him not to make light of the situation, and for a moment, it seemed like he really was about to physically confront his brother. But Dean then changed his tone, understanding the need to make amends, and said, "Okay, okay. I'm going." Dean reached for his jacket and headed for the door, leaving the room to find Y/N and mend the wounds his words had inflicted.

As the door closed behind Dean, Sam let out a sigh of relief, thinking that the tension might have finally dissipated. However, his moment of reprieve was short-lived. Dean burst back into the room, his deep burly voice loud and furious, “SAM!”

Startled, Sam immediately sprang to his feet, his expression shifting from relaxation to full alertness. He stammered out, "What? What?" His concern etched across his face, fearing that something terrible had occurred.

Dean, a wild mix of anger and concern written on his face, jarred his arm and pointed forcefully out the door. The combination of his frustration and his attempt to convey the problem made his voice growl, "She took my car!"

Sam stood frozen, momentarily unable to process Dean's words. His disbelief evident, he stuttered, "Wha-What?"

Dean, feeling exasperated and agitated, added emphasis to his complaint by raising both hands and rapidly pointing out the door in a theatrical manner. His anger dripped from his voice as he exclaimed, "Y/N took my car. Didn't even ask. I didn't even see her grab the keys!"

Sam finally found his words as he approached the door to confirm Dean's claim. He looked outside only to see the Impala missing from its spot. He could only muster a half-hearted apology as he said, "I'm sorry, man."

Dean, his irritation evident, turned to Sam, having heard his inner thoughts, and retorted, "Noo, you're not!" With that, he walked back into the motel room, Sam trailing behind him. Despite the situation, Sam had to stifle a laugh at Dean's dramatic response to having his beloved car taken by Y/N.

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, stirring Y/N from her slumber. Sam's voice, so familiar and comforting, greeted her. He cheerfully mentioned, "Morning. Dean should be back any minute with breakfast."

Y/N rolled over in her bed, her eyes locking onto Sam as he fastened the last button on his plaid shirt and began rolling up his sleeves. She grunted, half awake, just as Dean strolled into the room. In one hand, he held a tray of coffees, and in the other, a white paper bag. Dean glanced at Y/N, who remained in bed, and couldn't resist his usual sarcastic remark, "You aren't out of bed yet?"

This time, Y/N growled softly as she reluctantly responded, "No." She sat up on her knees in bed, the comforter pooling around her waist. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, inadvertently causing the oversized nightshirt she was wearing to slip off her shoulder and down her arm.

As Dean unpacked the breakfast, he couldn't help but notice the severe bruising on Y/N's newly exposed skin. A furrow formed on his brow, and he seemed genuinely concerned. He set the tray down and walked over to Y/N. In a sarcastic tone, he asked, "Hey, Y/N. What happened to your shoulder?"

Confused by his comment, Y/N was about to ask him to clarify when Dean knelt beside her on the bed. Before she could react, Dean's hand gently brushed against her bruised skin, causing her to hiss and jerk away in pain. She inquired, "The hell?"

Dean pulled her shirt open a bit to further inspect the bruise, with worry etched across his features, and called out, "Sam!"

In an instant, Sam's head popped into the room from the bathroom, and Y/N was left anxious, asking, "Dean, how bad is it?"

Dean turned to face her, after making sure Sam was ready. Leaning forward with a determined expression, he said, "We're going to take your shirt off." Y/N nodded, agreeing to his suggestion, and attempted to raise her arms. However, the left side of her body was too painful to move. Dean carefully lifted the hem of her shirt, gingerly pulling it up to her arms and over her head. Y/N's bare back was now exposed to the brothers.

The bruise on her back was a gruesome sight. It was dark shades of black and purple, starting from her left shoulder and extending diagonally downward over her spine to her hip. The bruise seemed to spider out from the point of impact. Y/N sat there in silence, hugging her shirt to cover her chest. She could feel the intensity in the room, the brothers fighting to keep their anger and concern at bay. Their knuckles clenched and their eyes scanned every inch of her unclothed skin.

Finally, Dean asked, "What happened last night?"

Sam followed up, "Did you get into a fight?"

Dean chimed in again, "Did you run into the witch?"

And once more, Sam asked, "Why didn't you say something when you got in?" Their voices were filled with a mix of worry, anger, and curiosity, mirroring the storm of emotions inside them.

Bombarded with questions, Y/N turned to face both brothers, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise. She asked, "What are you talking about?" Her reaction prompted Sam and Dean to pause, considering that Y/N might be unaware of the bruising on her back.

Y/N, however, stood up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. There, she could see her own reflection and assess the extent of the bruising. The baffled look on her face confirmed to the brothers that she was indeed unaware of the injuries. Dean then inquired, "So you didn't get into trouble last night?"

Y/N continued examining her own back, her tone soft as she explained, "I just drove to the gas station and sat there. I came back here and crawled into bed."

Turning back to face the room, Dean and Sam exchanged a puzzled glance. Dean remarked, "Well, something had to have happened."

As Y/N struggled to recall the events of last night, her memory started to piece together her nightmare, she would slowly put her shirt back on. Quietly, she walked into the main room and sat at the end of her and Sam's bed lost in her thoughts. She tried to remember if she had forgotten something crucial about the previous night.

Amid her contemplation, she gradually became aware of Sam calling her, drawing her attention back to the present. Her focus shifted from her thoughts to the person standing beside her. However, instead of seeing Sam, her eyes met Sano's. Startled, Y/N jumped and let out a screech. Her natural instincts kicked in, and she leaped backward onto the bed, her back hitting the headboard and wall with a hard thud. Y/N's gaze never wavered from the perceived threat as her heart raced, ready for action.

Amid her panic, she could hear Sam's voice emanating from Sano, asking, "Y/N!? What's wrong!?" On Dean's side, he stepped forward, trying to analyze the situation and understand why Y/N was looking at his brother in such terror. However, in Y/N's eyes, she saw Jason, and now both of her enemies were staring at her. Tension and fear filled the room as the unexpected confrontation unfolded.

Dean gazed at Y/N with a cautious expression, wariness in his movements. He questioned Sam, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "You think this is part of the hex?"

Sam's unwavering focus remained on Y/N as he explained, "No. I think she is hallucinating again."

As the brothers tried to calm Y/N down, Sam moved slowly, wary of setting her off again. In her mind, Y/N was fighting against the images that threatened to overwhelm her. She knew that what she was seeing wasn't real, but the emotions that came with the hallucinations were too intense to shake off. They were a constant reminder of the pain and fear she had endured in the past.

With Sam's gentle urging, Y/N finally started to come out of the trance, closing her eyes to concentrate. Her breathing slowed, and her heart rate returned to normal. The image of Jason and Sano faded as she focused on the present, aware of the familiar surroundings and the comfort the brothers brought.

Sam's voice was soothing as he stayed close to her, his hands resting on her shoulders. He whispered, "It's okay. You're safe."

Dean, on the other hand, was angry. “It’s happening again isn’t it?” He had seen the bruises on Y/N's back and knew that she was hurting. “The nightmares and hallucinations.”

Y/N took a deep breath and opened her eyes, her gaze shifting from Sam to Dean. She knew the brothers were there for her, and she appreciated their support. But now, with Dean's anger rising, she could sense the tension in the room. She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but her bruised body reminded her of the pain she was feeling, and she winced.

“You were supposed to tell us Damnit!” Dean ran his hand through his hair with irritation.

“How long has this been going on?” Dean’s voice was spent as he waited for an answer.

“Since the run-in with the Djin last week.” Y/N could bring herself to look at either brother as she was forced to admit the struggle she had been going through.

Dean noticed her discomfort, and his expression softened. He took a few steps towards her, his hand reaching out to her cheek. He ran his thumb along the dark circles beneath her eyes, courtesy of little sleep, asking, "Did they do this to you.. in your nightmare?"

Y/N nodded her head, feeling tears prick at the corner of her eyes. The thought of facing such pain and humiliation again was unbearable, and she couldn't help but feel weak. She tried to fight back the tears, but couldn't be stopped, the emotions she had been suppressing for so long were laid bare now. The brothers were taken aback by her sudden shift, but Sam was quick to react, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a comforting embrace.

Dean stayed by their side, his hand soothingly rubbing her back gently. They knew the pain she felt was great, but they were determined to protect her and keep her safe.

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The brothers made their way back to the witches' house, ensuring that Y/N was composed enough to be left alone for a while. They knew there were valuable items to collect - items that could be useful to them as well as stuff that needed to be kept out of the wrong hands or from being discovered by ordinary people. Sam and Dean meticulously gathered what they wanted, and then piled the rest of it all up in the center of the house.

“We can't leave anything behind that could screw someone over.” Dean tossed some old odd ball items into the pile.

“Yeah, and who knows what spells or hexes are in this stuff.” Sam was inspecting a wooden box as he spoke.

With everything of importance gathered, the brothers took a step back and exchanged knowing glances. They were ready to rid the world of the witch's evil legacy. Dean produced a lighter, flicked it, and dropped it onto the pile, setting it ablaze. The fire quickly consumed the house and everything inside.

As Y/N waited for her lover's return, her mind wandered to vivid memories of her past. She thought back to the nightmares that had plagued her lately, a cruel manifestation of the trauma she had experienced before meeting Sam and Dean.

Y/N knew that Sam and Dean couldn't always protect her from everything, but she was grateful for their presence in her life. They gave her strength and made her believe that she was worth more.

As she continued to dwell on her past, Y/N's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the door as her heart rate quickened. She didn't know whether to expect the brothers or someone else.

With a deep breath, Y/N got up from the bed, still feeling the pain in her back but determined not to show any weakness. She walked to the door and peered through the peephole, surprised to see a figure she didn't recognize. Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, before deciding to open the door and confront the stranger.

Standing before her was a tall, broad-shouldered man with chiseled features and long, wavy hair. It was then that Y/N felt the dangerous energy he exuded, causing Y/N to tense up immediately. The man's eyes raked over her body, and Y/N couldn't help but feel violated by his gaze. She took a step back, instinctively wary of the stranger.

The man spoke in a deep, smooth voice that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. "May I come in?" he asked his tone almost a command as he stepped into the room without waiting for an answer.

Y/N stepped to the side, allowing the man to enter the room without touching her. As he strode inside, she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. Who was this man, and why was he here?

Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about the stranger. She watched him closely as he made himself comfortable on the chair in the corner of the room. His piercing gaze never left Y/N, and she could feel his eyes roaming over her body. She took a few steps back, putting some distance between them before cautiously asking, "Who are you and what do you want?"

The stranger didn't seem taken aback by her wary tone. Instead, he leaned back in the chair and replied in a casual voice, "I'm Mark. And I'm here because I heard you have a unique gift."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, unsure of what to make of Mark's words. "What kind of gift?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Mark grinned, showing off white teeth. "I heard you're a Kitsune. The last one on earth, to be precise."

Y/N's eyes widened at his words, and she took a step back. "How do you know that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mark stood up, towering over her as he moved in closer. Y/N felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as he leaned in and whispered, "Let's just say I have connections. And I'm interested in you."

Y/N knew better than to trust this stranger, she had encountered many individuals seeking to exploit her unique Kitsune abilities before. Her heart raced as she searched for a way out. She silently cursed herself, how did she end up in this situation AGAIN!?.

"I'm not interested in whatever you have to offer," Y/N said firmly, taking a step back for every step he moved forward. "You need to leave now."

Mark's expression remained the same, his eyes burning into hers. "I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation," he said, his tone turning menacing. "You see, I have something that you want, and you have something that I want."

Y/N's mind was racing. What could he possibly have that she needed or wanted? She tried to keep her expression neutral as she asked, "And what would that be?"

Mark stepped even closer, reaching out a hand to touch her cheek. Y/N moved back, her heart racing.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, her eyes narrowing in warning. "What do you want?"

Mark's grin widened, his eyes flickering with malice and something else that made Y/N's skin crawl. "I want your power, Kitsune. And I'm willing to offer you something in return."

Y/N's stomach clenched as his words registered. She knew all too well what people like Mark wanted from her – her unique Kitsune abilities. But she couldn't let him have them, not at any cost.

"I'm not interested," she said resolutely, praying that the brothers would come back soon. She needed their help to get rid of this guy.

Mark's eyes narrowed, practically glowing with anger. "You should be, Kitsune. I can offer you something that no one else can." Mark leaned down to whisper into Y/N's ear, "Pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

Y/N's heart stuttered in her chest as his words registered. She may have been in a relationship with the brothers, but that didn't mean she was interested in anyone else. And especially not someone like Mark.

"I said no," she repeated as she attempted to back away from him but found herself against a wall. Despite her compromised position, Y/N stood tall and strong as she warned, "You need to leave now before things get ugly."

Mark's expression turned thunderous, his fists clenching at his sides. "You're making a big mistake, Kitsune," he growled, taking a menacing step forward. "You don't know who you're dealing with."

But Y/N wasn't easily intimidated. Facing down evil creatures and protecting innocent people had made her tough.

"I know exactly who I'm dealing with," Y/N said, her voice firm and resolute. "You're a nobody. A creep who preys on vulnerable women and thinks he can get away with it. Well, you picked the wrong Kitsune to mess with."

Mark laughed, a cold, humorless sound that sent chills down Y/N's spine. "You think you're tough?" he taunted, stepping closer. "Let's see how you handle this." In one swift movement, he reached out and grabbed Y/N, pulling her close.

Y/N struggled against him, using all her strength to break free. Mark was surprisingly strong, but Y/N refused to give up without a fight. She kicked and thrashed, but Mark held on tight.

"You're going to regret this," Y/N spat, her eyes flashing with anger. "Let me go!"

But Mark only laughed, tightening his grip even further. "Oh, I don't think so. You're going to give me what I want, Kitsune. And then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you go."

Y/N's heart raced as she felt Mark's hot breath on her neck. She knew she had to act fast if she wanted to get out of this alive.

As Y/N was thrashing about, trying to break free from Mark's hold, he managed to drag her out of her motel room and onto the evening streets. Her eyes began to glow red, and she felt her energy being drained away. Panicking, she shouted, "What the hell is happening!?"

It was then that Y/N noticed the markings on Mark's arms that enveloped her. They were wards, specifically designed to trap kitsunes. Her mind instantly raced back to Olivia and Emma, the only other place she had seen these marks.

Mark stopped when they both heard the cocking of a gun and a loud, booming voice calling out, "Drop the girl, dirtbag!" Sam and Dean had arrived, pistols drawn, carefully approaching the scene.

Mark grinned and scoffed, "I guess the two of you were just too much for the little witch, huh?"

Another voice came from the opposite side of the parking lot, a voice that sent chills down Y/N's spine. "Regardless, you've done well, Mark. A fine catch, unlike some," Sano spoke, glancing disapprovingly at Jason.

Now, the standoff was intense. On one side stood the Winchester brothers, ready with their guns. On the other side were Sano, Jason, and a few more demons. Caught in the middle, Y/N was restrained by a hulking man. The tension in the parking lot was palpable, and everyone knew that something significant was about to happen.

Y/N froze in Mark's arms, her heart pounding as she listened closely to the chilling voice. It was a voice she had hoped was another hallucination, but the reality was crueler. Sano and Jason were indeed present. Dean called out, concern lacing his voice, "Y/N? You still with us, sweetheart?"

Her eyes darted to the ground, fear and anger mixing within her. Sam's voice reached her, explaining, "They've been here the whole time, watching us. They set the witch up to create tension between us and split us up so you were alone."

Jason chuckled cruelly, his tone dripping with mockery, "Sounds like someone spilled the beans. Well, I guess she got what she deserved."

Y/N's face twisted in pain and anger at the thought of another person being used as bait. Her eyes pulsed with a red glow as she tried to break free from Mark's unrelenting grip. Sano spoke in a condescending tone, "Now come along quietly, darling, or do we have to do this the hard way."

Seizing a moment of defiance, Y/N slammed her head backward, bashing Mark's nose. But he did not release her. Sano, however, seemed unperturbed, sighing with a smile as he snapped his fingers. A man from Sano's side advanced toward Mark and Y/N on the command. Seeing the man approaching, Sam, who had his pistol trained on Sano's group, called out, "Stop!" He tried to shoot, but both Sam and Dean's guns were sent flying out of their hands.

The man reached Y/N and stood before her, looking up at her slightly due to her being held off the ground. His eyes held a wicked glint as he smiled, untrusting of Y/N's defiance. With a defiant greeting, she spat in the man's face and warned, "If you do this, you will regret it."

Unfazed, the man slapped Y/N across the face, and then his grip tightened around her jaw. He hissed, "I'm going to enjoy you."

Simultaneously, Dean and Sam darted toward Y/N with the intent to rescue her. They clashed with Jason and another demon who appeared to block their path.

Meanwhile, the man before Y/N forced her mouth open, allowing the black smoke billowing from his mouth to slip into hers. A sense of foreboding hung in the air as this ominous event unfolded.

As the smoke flowing from the demon's mouth ceased, his body fell limp to the ground. Sam and Dean managed to land punches on the foes they were each fighting, causing them to crash to the ground just in time to witness Mark releasing Y/N from his hold. However, their relief was mixed with caution. Sam and Dean hesitated to approach her, for there was uncertainty in the air.

Y/N, her shoulders rolling, took a few steps forward until she stood alone between the opposing sides. Sam heard the weight in Dean's whispered words, "No…”

“Dean, please tell me she has the tattoo." Sam’s voice was rushed and panicked.

Dean was at a loss for words, his eyes locked on to Y/N, who stood there with a chilling smile. Waves of terror, regret, anger, and more crashed through the brothers as they watched Y/N's head loll to the side. Her eyes turned to solid black. Sam and Dean were already running through a multitude of possible scenarios, and most of them did not end well.

On the other side, Jason and Mark joined Sano's side in victory. Sano nodded, announcing, "Alright, let's get going now. Still, lots to do."

The demons seemed to evaporate one by one into the shadows as they followed Sano, leaving Mark and Jason to gather the empty vassal. With effortless ease, they hoisted the limp, meat suit onto their backs as Jason called for "Trey" to follow. Not a single flicker of movement escaped Y/N - not even an eyelid batted - as her unblinking eyes pinned the brothers with a menacing gaze so dark and void it seemed like any hope that had occupied them was completely extinguished.

Jason bellowed for Trey one last time but to no avail. Y/N smirked, the twisted corners of her lips curling upwards with a hint of satisfaction as she slightly cocked her head. Then in a startling motion, her face flung backward and a stream of pitch-black smoke spewed from between her lips. The billowing wisps of dark energy coiled around the air like an evil serpent, before snaking back into the vessel that Mark and Jason still grasped tightly. It slithered through the opening, reclaiming its sinister control.

The acrid smoke finally dissipated, and Y/N’s eyes flared to life in a furious shade of crimson. Her features hardened into an icy mask as she carefully turned from Dean and Sam to Jason, Mark, and Trey with disdain. Her rage reached peak intensity upon seeing Trey seize control of his vessel again. She was livid.

Trey's face twisted with fear and revulsion, as he shoved Mark and Jason out of his way, toppling himself onto the dirt. He screamed an anguished cry, "MONSTER! She's a MONSTER!" A torrent of emotions had been unleashed within him, memories and secrets that previously lay dormant released in a storm. Y/N stood like a colossus unmoving, her terrifying stare locked on Trey as he scrambled up from the ground and raced away in a complete frenzy.

Jason turned his attention back to Y/N, meeting her unyielding gaze head-on, while Mark remained vigilant, never letting her out of his sight. The tense silence hung in the evening air, pregnant with uncertainty.

Without exchanging a word, a subtle glance passed between Jason and Mark, and Mark nodded in response. Then, in the blink of an eye, the two demons vanished, leaving Y/N and the brothers alone once more.

Y/N, her back still turned to the brothers, closed her eyes, attempting to find calm within herself. As she focused, her eyes gradually shifted from their eerie red back to their natural color. The tension had not entirely dissipated, but at least for now, they were free from the immediate threat.

Dean and Sam cautiously approached Y/N's side. As they neared, she turned to face them, her voice trailing off as she prepared to speak. Before she could say anything, she was enveloped in a warm, reassuring embrace. The tension in Y/N's body visibly melted away as she found herself in Sam's comforting arms.

Dean's voice reached her ears, filled with a mixture of relief and exasperation. He said, "We're glad you're alright, but damn it, that scared the crap out of us."

Sam gently released his hold on Y/N and spoke with a determined tone, "We're getting you an anti-possession tattoo."

Y/N simply nodded in agreement, not wanting to argue the point about its necessity. She then felt Dean's hand atop her head as he pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. With a protective stance, he guided her back towards the motel room.

Dean's voice remained reassuring as he said, "Come on, let's get back inside."

Back inside the motel room, the atmosphere was a mix of relief and lingering tension. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, still shaken by the recent possession. The room was dimly lit, casting elongated shadows across the walls.

Dean paced the room before he stood in front of her, his expression softening. He spoke gently, "Y/N, you've got to tell us what happened. I mean, you fought off a demon possession!”

Y/N met Dean's gaze steadily before turning her attention to Sam, leaning against the table. She took a deep breath before speaking, the words tumbling out of her all at once, "It's not the first time I've had to fight off a possession. Sano must have known that and was trying to wear me down."

Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. "Between the witch and the nightmares starting suddenly that makes sense but still that's amazing, Y/N. I mean, demons are incredibly powerful beings. It's almost impossible to fight them off without the cure."

In the dimly lit motel room, Dean's gaze remained fixated on Y/N. Something felt off, her exhaustion palpable as her voice waned with each word she spoke.

“Hey, you doing alright?” Dean asked as he leaned down to look her over a bit.

“Yeah, just tired. Just because I can do it doesn't mean it's easy. Kitsune have a natural resistance to possession, but it's not foolproof, ya know?” Y/N nodded slowly, her hand reaching up to massage her temples, her fatigue evident in every line of her face.

“Well, hey, why don't you get ready for bed while Dean and I get the car squared away, and then we'll be in to join you. Yeah?” Sam, sensing something amiss, rose from his seat. He exchanged a silent glance with Dean, who found his brother's intentions somewhat perplexing.

Though Y/N was oblivious to their unspoken communication, she agreed with a nod, rising from her seat and making her way to the bathroom.

Once outside the motel room, with the night air enveloping them, Dean couldn't help but wonder about Sam's motives.

“Alright Sammy, so what are we doing out here”

Sam leaned against the Impala, his gaze focused on the starlit sky, searching for the right words to express his growing concerns.

“Dean. When a demon possesses you, they have access to all your thoughts, your memories, and... your secrets.”

“Yeah. And?” Dean acknowledged Sam's explanation, but he wasn't entirely prepared for what his brother would say next.

Sam seemed hesitant, torn by doubt and uncertainty as he revealed his worries. “Y/N fought off a demon who had possessed her for what, three minutes? And when he returned to his vassal, he was completely terrified of her. Even called her a monster.”

“Wait, you aren't having second thoughts about her, are you? Just because some random demon who tried to abduct her called her a monster?” Dean's face contorted in disbelief, his eyes wide with the shock of Sam's revelation.

“What? No!? I'm just concerned that maybe there are things about her she hasn't told us yet.” Sam was quick to clarify, hurt by Dean's assumption, and eager to express his true feelings.

“So what? We've done things we aren't proud of in the past. You think that would stop her from accepting who we are now?” Dean's stern expression remained his loyalty to Y/N unwavering as he offered his perspective on the situation.

Sam watched Dean, a subtle grin playing at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but be touched by the protectiveness that enveloped his older brother. It was a side of Dean that didn't surface often, and when it did, there was no mistaking the depth of his feelings for Y/N.

“What?”, Dean's brow furrowed at Sam's reaction, confusion etching his features.

Sam held Dean's gaze for a moment, his smile finally breaking through. He chuckled softly. “Nothing, sorry.” Clearing his throat to conceal the lingering grin, Sam leaned in closer to his brother.

“Look, you're right. She has and I don't doubt her. But I also don't want to wake up one day and realize there's a part of her she felt she couldn't share with us.” Sam's voice wavered slightly as he tried to express his concern. He understood Dean's faith in Y/N, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she held back.

“Something that Demon saw clearly freaked him out, and I'm willing to bet it's something she still struggles with.”

“Alright.” Dean nodded in quiet agreement, “But only if she’s willing, we aren’t gonna force it if she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“Yeah of course.” Sam nodded as he tried to contain his grin; knowing that his brother was more likely to actually push the matter.

“The spell has worn off right?” Dean paused before turning to the motel door and looked at Sam with suspicion in his eyes, not so much towards Sam but more that he understood his brother’s silent judgement and knew that he was right.

“Yeah. It’s been more then 24 hours. It should have worn off by now.” Sam’s reassuring words seemed to ease Dean’s appropriation since he was unable to hear an alternative ’true’ statement from Sam.

Dean nodded as he lead Sam back into the motel room, aware of the complexities of their lives and the secrets they carried.

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This one I feel like came out a bit rough. I even rewrote some parts of it so if you notice anything or have any thoughts on it please let me know!

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