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watchingspnagain · 8 months ago

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Rewatching Sympathy for the Devil

Welcome to “Sexy Dom Murder Cas and Unhinged Possibly Queer Expert German Cuckoo Clock Repairmen: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e1: Sympathy for the Devil

Luci anesti and the boys are left reeling from poor Sammy’s massive fail. But while they’re struggling to navigate this new phase in their brotherly relationship, the hits just keep on coming: Bobby, while possessed, plays on Sam’s sense of self-loathing, and then Dean finds out that *he’s* the sword of Michael, meant to become his vessel in the Final Battle. He gives the asshat angels a big NOPE and is trying to deal with the immediate and violent fallout from that decision when Cas swoops in with his sexy dom voice and rescues them. Meanwhile, back at the Satan Ranch, Luci is busy gaslighting his own potential vessel. It’s about to get real, y’all.

[and we begin:]

Lor:

many many guitar chords

Mace:

HA!

Lor:

nnnnnng Cas

Mace:

YES

Lor:

the way they both grab onto the other's jacket

Mace:

YES

Dean’s first thought is Cas. But yeah, they’re just buds.

Lor:

YEP

"well. my HEAD hurts"

Mace:

Lor:

oh Dean. "are you sure"

Mace:

oh man

Lor:

"Cas, you stupid bastard"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

ew ZACH

Mace:

ASSHAT

Lor:

YEEEES

"maybe we let it happen" ug

Mace:

Dean’s collar is UBERPOPPED

Lor:

YAAAAS

because he has the ATTITUDE

Mace:

CRAM IT WITH WALNUTS

Lor:

"cram it with walnuts, ugly" OMG

Mace:

i need to work that into my daily vernacular

Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHA

YES

oh zach do NOT call Dean son

Mace:

right?

Lor:

"you listen to me, boy" oh now Dean's REALLY not gonna do anything you say

Mace:

oh look, they underestimated Dean. Fun.

Lor:

"I learned that from my friend Cas you son of a bitch"

"supernatural methadone"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

oh boys

Mace:

yep

I’m so glad we’re getting to the Luci era

Lor:

YES

this dude plays the most unhinged possibly queer expert German cuckoo clock repairman on one ep of Northern Exposure and it is a TRIP

Mace:

wow. that is a NICHE role

Lor:

RIGHT?

ug. Becky

Mace:

snork

Lor:

BECKY YOUR IMAGINATION IS CLEARLY DEFICIENT

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

omg Dean's eyebrow raise when she says the demon stuff was getting old

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Her tastes are on point, though

Lor:

Ahem

she SHOULD get her hands off your Sammy though

Mace:

I mean, I want to slap her hand away from Sam’s chest but only because I want mine there...

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

LOL

"I heard, Romeo" I LOVE BOBBY

Mace:

YES

Oh SAMMY. THAT FACE.

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

oh GOD THAT. FAAACCCEEE

Lor:

he is so GUILT

Mace:

So. Flipping. Hot.

I like the parallel between Bobby’s “boy” and the angel’s

Lor:

omg his EYES

Mace:

although, BACK THE FUCK OFF, BOBBY

Lor:

mmhmmm

Mace:

BOBBY I WILL KICK YOU SQUARE IN THE NUTS

Lor:

LOLOLOL

castle on a hill of 42 dogs

I love it

Mace:

OH! I’ve been bamboozled!!

Lor:

YOU HAVE

(I remembered)

Mace:

How did I not remember this?

Lor:

DEAN SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER

Mace:

(well, how many times have you watched this ep?)

Lor:

Bobby only tolerated John bc he was their father. Come on, Dean

mmm. five?

Mace:

yeah, so quit with the smug

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOL

Mace:

MY FAVORITE MEG

Lor:

YES

GET YOUR FILTHY LIPS OFF OF DEAN

Lor:

ooooof. Poor Dean always having to talk possessed people he loves out of killing him

oh Nick. this is where you call a friend, buddy

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

friends don't let friends get gaslit into saying yes to Lucifer

Mace:

poor Sammy. he really needs some comforting in this ep

Lor:

he really does

and I know this is exactly what Bobby would want them to do, but I hate that they have to leave him alone in the hospital

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

"oh thank god, the angels are here" DEAN

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

oh Dean

"it's you, chucklehead"

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

I LOVE THIS WHOLE MYTHOLOGY SO MUCH IT IS DUMB AND SO PERFECT ALL AT ONCE

BACK OFF ZACH

Mace:

HAHAHA YES

simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing. that’s a little on the nose

Lor:

THE ONLY ANGEL ALLOWED TO SPEAK TRUTH TO DEAN IS CAS

because he is Dean's shield

(I LOVE IT SO MUCH)

Mace:

YEP

oooh, smarty DeanDean

Lor:

"you need my consent" I LOVE IT

YES

Mace:

omg those little winks

AM DED

“on the other hand, eat me.” HAHAHAHA

Lor:

he's a smarty smarty and everyone always underestimates him

YAAAAAAS

omg his voice when he says no

Mace:

YES

Lor:

STOP TOUCHING DEAN

Mace:

MY GOD CAS IS HOT

Lor:

YAYAYAYAY CAS

YES HE IS

Mace:

MURDER CAS IS HOTTIE CAS

Lor:

RIGHT?!

omg someone give Sam back his lungs

I love it when he BAMFs

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

lookit his hair all mussed and his coat all disarrayed

Mace:

YESYESYES

OOoo he’s got his dom voice on

Lor:

"now put these boys back together and go" DED

Mace:

DED ONCE AGAIN

Lor:

so ded. on the floor. several times

staying down here on purpose. ahem

Mace:

CARVE MY RIBS NEXT PLS CAS

Lor:

"no I carved it into your ribs"

omg the difference bt Sam's and Dean's faces when he says that

Mace:

YES

Lor:

goddamn it, Cas, your boy has abandonment issues don't just LEAVE

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"sure. naturally. could you do me a favor, there, Satan" haaaaaahahahahaha

Mace:

YESYESYES I LOVE HIM

Lor:

so if Nick is also a vessel for Luci, does that mean that Sam and Dean are related to him somehow?

Mace:

yeah I’ve wondered that before

Lor:

actor is a real asshat but he does an AMAZING job at this

Mace:

he is?

Lor:

yeeeah

Mace:

what’d he do?

Lor:

well he's BIG into Ayn Rand

Mace:

Aha. enough said, then.

Lor:

yeaaaah

Mace:

what a putz.

Lor:

ooooh Bobby

Mace:

maybe nick is just a vessel on the level of Cas’s vessel, esp since he doesn’t last long before he starts breaking down

Lor:

"screw him, you'll be fine" I LOVE YOU DEAN

Mace:

YES

Lor:

yeah, that's true. the vessel falls apart fairly fast

"they can find their own planet" lololol DAD GAVE IT TO US, NOT THEM NYAAH

Mace:

a GED and a give-em-hell attitude. ADORABLE

Lor:

"a GED and a give em hell attitude"

YES

"it's been said"

Mace:

YES

oh Bobby. good on you

Lor:

"that was the demon talking"

YES

SO MUCH BETTER THAN JOHN

Mace:

omg that Sammy smile with the dimple

he is KILLING ME

Lor:

YES

"I'll fight. I'll fight to the last man." oh, hon

Mace:

both of these boys need therapy so hard

Lor:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

I hate when they get all grrr and can't get on the same page, but I do like this representation of the idea that sometimes you understand but still can't get past it

Mace:

yeah

although the Sam Girl in me thinks Dean’s being just a smidge of a whiny lil bitch here

Lor:

sigh

I AM SHOCKED

SHOCKED I SAY

Mace:

HAAAAAAHAHAHAHA

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years ago

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Of Jealousy and Friendship - Epilogue

*** Back due to popular demand, here is a little epilogue for what happened at school the next day after pt. 2 Enjoy! - B***

Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen.

TW: Discussions about scenting and non-consensual physical contact. PART ONE, PART TWO

The next day of school was...interesting to say the least. For starters, the brothers refused to leave your side. There was one of them lingering near you at all times. Some of them had the decency to try and be subtle. Satan would just happen to be studying in the same room as you, or Belphie was napping and was wondering if you could keep an eye on his things while he did. But then there were the others who were more than obvious. Mammon and Asmodeus both had to pried off of your arms by Lucifer to get them to actually go to their own classes. Leviathan, despite usually doing his classes at home in his room, actually attended school that day and insisted that he needed your help finding a few rooms here and there. The normally sweet and friendly Beel was glaring at any lower demon that so much as looked in your direction. And boy did they look. The moment you took a step into a classroom, you could see a number of lower demons flinch back at the combined strong sent of seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. Everywhere you went, whispers seemed to follow you. There were undoubtedly rumours about what you might have done in order to trick the brothers into favouring you; though you never heard any of them since no one dared to come within a ten-foot radius of you.

This bothered you a little at first. Being the center of attention, especially this kind of attention, was never fun to anybody. But by the end of the day, rather than being disheartened by it, you were just exhausted. Finally, the last class of the day had arrived; the one you had been dreading since the moment your alarm went off that morning - Magical Potions.

Beel shifted from foot to foot as the two of you lingered in the entrance. "Do you really have to go to this class? You could just skip and come get some snacks with me instead." You smiled sympathetically at Beel and patted his shoulder. "Sorry, Beel. Diavolo expects good things from his exchange students. I need to keep my grades high, or who knows what Lucifer will do as punishment." The redhead pouted. "Lucifer would understand, I think. All things considered." You snorted and began to walk into the classroom. "Go to your own class, Beel. You can come to get me afterwards, and walk me home with Mammon if you really want."

Beelzebub mumbled to himself, before turning and finally walking off. You entered the class, ignoring the few gasps and gaping stares that you got as you walked through the room, and took your seat. You had been setting up for another class of note-taking when the door opened once more. Standing in the doorway, staring at you with wide eyes, was Cane. The moment your eyes met, the shocked expression on his face instantly dissipated and he flashed you a charming smile. You could feel a bubble of annoyance and anger begin to rise within you. The cocky demon swaggered over and plopped down into his seat beside you. "Hey, there Dare Devil. You didn't get in too much trouble last night with the big bad Avatars did you?" as he spoke he draped an arm on the back of your chair.

You eyed his exposed wrist and pushed his arm off of your chair. It seemed not even the obvious scenting that was supposed to tell him to back off would get him to take a hint. "No, I didn't. Though they did tell me a few interesting things last night." Cane chuckled and leaned into his palm as he smirked at you. "I'm assuming it has something to do with the reason why you smell like hell-incarnate?"

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him. "I'm sure you'd rather I smell like you. Considering you apparently did your best to make that happen yesterday." Cane tensed for a moment, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. Eventually, his expression fell into one of confusion as he frowned at you. "Are you talking about how I scented you? MC, do you really think I would do something like that without a good reason?" The frustration in you began to grow and grow inside you; somewhere across the school grounds, Satan sneezed. You weren't in the mood to have this talk now, and very much wished that your professor would hurry up and start the god damn class already. "I don't know you Cane. How am I supposed to know whether or not that's something you would do?" That stupid smug look on his face returned once more and you had to resist the urge to slap it off of him. "You seemed to know me well enough to go out with me yesterday. You didn't seem worried about whether or not I was too much of a stranger when we were dancing at the club and walking downtown late at night, where anything could've happened to a small little human like you," he chuckled as your face scrunched up in annoyance and leaned back into his chair. "I didn't scent you for any perverted reasons. I did it to keep you safe while we were out. I knew if you had my scent on you, you'd be less likely to get attacked, and I was right," he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Admittedly, I should've asked first, and that's on me. But I really just wanted to make sure that my new friend didn't get hurt." He was lying. He had to be. If that asshole seriously thought you were stupid enough to buy that lame excuse, he was extremely wrong. You opened your mouth to tell him as much but were interrupted by a familiar deep voice clearing their throat behind you. "That is the worse excuse I've ever heard, and I live with Mammon." Cane stiffened in front of you before he looked up to meet the glaring eyes of Lucifer, and smiled. "Lord Lucifer, I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. I would never lie, especially not to a friend like MC." The classroom seemed to be on the edge of their seats as everyone quickly picked up on the showdown that was happening right in front of them. One lower demon of gluttony even pulled out a bag of popcorn. Lucifer tsked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Do not insult mine and MC's intelligence like that. Sure scenting can be helpful to ward off other demons, but only if the scent is associated with a more powerful demon. Nobody would blink an eye at anything coated in your weak, disgusting scent." Cane scoffed and tilted his head. "Evidently you did last night. Don't think I didn't notice you and your brother's reactions." This gained a few gasps from your classmates. No one could believe that someone, that wasn't his brothers, was actually trying to stand up against Lucifer. The idea itself was insane. Even seeing it in front of their own eyes, most could hardly believe it, yourself included. Lucifer maintained his indifferent expression and raised an eyebrow at Cane. "You mistook our irritation and disbelief that someone would be so stupid as to even attempt scenting our charge for being even the slightest bit phased by you," he took a step closer to Cane, bending down to be eye level with him. "You should consider yourself lucky it was Asmodeus and myself that got to the two of you first. Should it have been one of my more reckless brothers, you would've been nothing but a pile of ribbons in our driveway," Lucifer's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as Cane gulped and took a step back. The Morningstar grinned dangerously. "MC is our charge. They are our family and our responsibility. Unlike you, we actually got their permission to be scented and bonded to them last night; meaning my brothers are more protective than ever. I would never stoop so low as to waste my energy on a pitiful excuse for a demon-like yourself. But I know for a fact, that Beelzebub eats demons like you as a snack on

days when he is particularly famished. Satan occasionally brings one home for his latest experiments. Belphegor has torn through an entire percentage of them when he hasn't gotten enough sleep. Asmodeus is surprisingly prone to temper tantrums and fits of jealousy. Leviathan drowns anyone that disrespects the things that he loves. And Mammon doesn't take too kindly to people touching things that he considers his." Cane's hands balled into fists, but even then, the tremble in them was still glaringly obvious. Lucifer remained unphased and unmoved by the reactions he was pulling from his victim; though anyone could sense the air of utter glee that was exuding off of him. "If I were you, Cane, I would sleep with one eye open." The teacher finally walked in and raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of them. "Lord Lucifer, is there a reason you are harassing my student?" Cane whimpered as Lucifer smirked at him before standing straight and turning to the teacher. "Not at all, professor. I am actually here to inform you that MC will no longer be enrolled in this class." You whipped your head up to look at him as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "The student council has realized it would be a much better decision to have the exchange students more knowledgable to the ways and customs of demons during their visit here, so MC will be enrolled in Devildom Culture Studies instead. We wouldn't want someone to take advantage of them just because they were taught our ways, now would we?" The last line was spoken coldly and pointedly as though to drive in his threats to Cane. The teacher sighed but seemed to know that there was no point arguing and instructed you to gather your things. You did so happily and quickly. As you left the classroom and walked through your halls with Lucifer, you bumped him gently with your hip. "Thanks, Lucifer. You really are the best." His chest puffed up the slightest bit in pride as he continued walking forward with his hand still on your shoulder. "There is nothing to thank me for MC. I was just doing my duty as Vice-President of the student council to ensure that the exchange students are happy and safe." But even as he said the words, you knew that wasn't the case. You were MC. The human that wormed their way into the hearts of the seven strongest demons in the Devildom. For that reason alone, you were untouchable to all others, and Lucifer and his brothers would ensure that for as long as they breathed. And whoever disagreed would have to be ready to face the consequences.

TAGLIST: @henry-and-the-seven-lords

@hopefulann

@vampwiire

@bunna-does-stuff

@obey-mes-treasure

@obeythebutler

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xtrashmammalstefx · 4 years ago

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Where My Demon’s Hide (A Zak Bagans x Nephilim Reader SMUT!)

WARNINGS: SMUT, LANGUAGE

SPECIAL THANKS TO: @xcazzax who not only gave me this idea but who has inspired me to maybe write Zak Bagans fics for each day of October (or at least try to). Thanks girly, for helping me get my mojo back. 😊

I arrived at the Asylum just as they were setting up the cameras. I've been with the GAC for a few years now and I have yet to have a boring day with them. They are and always will be my family. Aaron, was like a goofball older brother who smokes like a chimney, looks tough as shit but is actually chicken shit (not that that's a bad thing, lord knows I'm not brave when locked in a haunted room on my lonesome). Billy is my punk rock brother who has also not grown out of the punk/emo phase of life. Jay is the responsible one of the group (aka the dad) who sometimes looks like he's ashamed of having raised such dumbass kids. And there's Zak, the main man of GAC who is both crazy and beautiful. He wasn't afraid to get in an evil spirits face, and even opened up his home to those who were harming others in their old one's. It's that twisted generosity that has led to moments like these.

Aaron looked nervous and Billy seemed to not want to leave the van unless absolutely necessary. That only meant one thing.

“How is he?” I asked Aaron who was getting the equipment ready.

“Um, well...”

“ C'MON SHOW YOURSELF YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” We heard Zak yell from inside the asylum.

“Oh,” I sighed. I swear it was like Zak attracted evil (and sometimes demonic) spirits like chocolate attracts a hoard of kids. Then again he was more than okay with investigating places with the most gruesome of histories. “I'll see if I can cool him down before the shoot. Just hang tight.”

“'Kay, good luck Y/N.” Aaron said.

I grabbed a flashlight from the van and walked in to the asylum. Zak was in the middle of reception area with a wild look in his eye. “Zak?”

He looked at me. “There's something here I-I know it!”

I looked around not seeing anything until my eyes landed on a shadowy figure hovering around Zak. Ah shit. “Zak it's not one of the residents,” I said. “One of your little friends is just being an asshole.”

The shadow looked up and snarled at me.

“Yeah I'm talking about you,” I rolled my eyes. “Now kindly fuck off before I hose your sorry ass down with holy water.”

It growled and vanished.

“Thanks,” Zak said calming down a bit.

“We really need to do something about this Zak,” I said. “You can't keep letting them get to you like that. It's how they win.”

“I know but...I don't know how else to keep them from hurting anyone,” he said. “From hurting you.”

“Well it's gone for now, and that's all that matters,” I said brushing his cheek with my hand. “Now are we just gonna chill in here or are we gonna investigate this bitch?”

He smirked. “C'mon my ghost whisperer let's get you a mic and a camera.” He threw his arm around my shoulders and escorted me back out of the asylum and to the GAC van.

Eventually the sun went down fully and the haunting hour was upon us. “Okay Y/N why don't you stay here by yourself for a bit and see what you can get.” Zak said when we reached the children's ward.. Sadistic fucker.

“Sure,” I said. He and the crew left and I sat down cross-legged on the ground and put my 'gift' to work. “Hello there. I was wondering if we could talk for a minute if that's okay.” I placed the spirit box on the floor in front of me. “You see this little box? Well if you talk into it I can hear you...er I mean the world will hear you. I for one don't really need it. So what do you say?”

“D-Do you know where my mommy is?” A small voice called out in the darkness.

I sighed. “No sweetie, I don't...what's your name?”

“H-Hazel,” she said.

“It's nice to meet you, Hazel, I'm Y/N,” I said. “Can you do me a favor and speak into this?” I motioned at the spirit box. “My friends really want to know you, and help you if we can.”

“R-Really? Wuh-What about Dr. Meanie?” she asked.

“Dr. Bronson can't hurt you anymore,” I said. “And if he tries, he'll have to deal with me.”

I suddenly felt a weight on my lap, like that of a small child snuggling up to mommy.

“I-Is this okay?” she asked.

“Yes, beautiful, it's fine.” I reached out and wrapped my arms around her. “God, how did such a sweet little angel like you end up here? This is no place for a child.”

“M-Mommy came here when I was still in her tummy,” she explained. “They took me away after I was born and I never saw her again.”

“Do you know how you ended up like this?” I asked. “You're awfully young to be as you are.”

“I-I got sick...Dr. Meanie wouldn't give me my medicine 'cause I slapped Tippy on the head for pulling my hair. One day I went to sleep, and...and suddenly I was invisible.”

“Have you tried to go into the light?” I asked. “I'm sure you'll find your mommy there, and someday I'll be there too.”

“I thought I saw it once but...I was afraid. Dr. Meanie tells us it's not safe.”

“It is safe,” I said. “I promise you it is a thousand times better than this place.” I wanted to say shit hole but I had a rule about cussing in front of kids, even the dead ones.

“It's in my room,” she whispered.

I sniffed back a tear and kissed the top of her head. “Go to it,” I urged her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, angels belong in heaven after all,” I said brushed her cheek and she giggled.

“Thank you, Ms. Y/M,” she said standing up and vanishing through the nearby doorway.

“Good bye sweet angel,” I said before turning off the spirit box and pausing my camera.

I left the ward and got Zak on the walkie. “Alright, I'm done.”

“'Kay I'm down in the basement if you wanna...WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Zak?” He didn't answer. “ZAK!?” Still nothing. I sighed. “Dammit.”

I took off running.

Down in the basement Zak was looking around and shouting like a madman. “Zak what happened?! What's going on?!”

“There was a shadowing standing right fucking next to me,” he said. I looked around and sure enough a tall shadowy figured hovered behind him.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” I snapped at it.

“My, my...” it said smugly. “Aren't you an interesting specimen.”

“Leave us alone, now!” I said. It laughed. “I'm not fucking around! Leave and never return to this sacred ground.” He flinched at the words I've said more times than I would like.

“Foolish woman,” he laughed. “This place is anything but sacred.”

“It wasn't in your time,” I said walking towards a nearby wall. “But now...” I took my bottle of holy water and dabbed some onto my hand. I then drew a cross on the wall.

“Is that all you got?” the demon scoffed.

I smirked. “Lesson number one in haunting,” I said taking out my small switchblade. I made a small cut on my fore finger and drew a symbol on the wall above the cross. A symbol no demon could fight against. “Don't piss off a Nephilim.”

The empty pits where it's eyes once were widened and a loud roar erupted from its mouth.

“I, Y/N, the daughter of Michael send thee to the house of thy uncle Lucifer...may he not have mercy on your soul.” The ground opened up and the shadow was swallowed by a wall of flames. “I hate fucking demons,” I muttered once it was gone.

Zak looked at me in shock. “Is there really never gonna be a time when this doesn't surprise you?” I asked.

“Nope,” he said snapping out of it.

“You feeling okay?” I asked placing my hand on his cheek.

“Yeah,” he said. “Thanks...”

“Anytime,” I said pecking him on the cheek.

We continued investigating and got plenty of evidence that made sleeping not an option for the next year.

That night we were hold up in a hotel. I couldn't sleep so once I was showered and jammied up I went for a walk. So many different things ran through my mind and I tried to sort them out as best I could. But then I heard the shouting...

“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” Zak damn near roared. “For fucks sake!” I heard him cry.

I went up to his door and knocked furiously. “Zak it's me, let me in!”

“Not now Y/N,” he begged.

“Yes now,” I snapped at him. “I know there's someone there with you and I'm the only one who can help, so let me fucking in!”

A moment later the door opened and Zak stood there looking exhausted and just done with life. It was terrifying and heartbreaking. ..but it was nothing compared to what his friend looked like. It was a snarling beast with skin resembling that of a dried date; brown and shiny. It's arm was around Zak's neck, holding him in a choke-hold. “He is mine.” It said, it's voice deep and chilling.

“No,” I said. “No he fucking isn't!”

I wrapped my arms around Zak and the demon let go as though it had burned. “A daughter of Michael...why am I not surprised?”

“In the name of my father leave this place!” I demanded.

“Brave like your father...” It said. “Unfortunately you're as foolish as he is as well. Watch your back daughter of Michael for I am not the only one in this world and my brethren aren't as friendly as I...” Friendly. My. Ass.

“IN THE NAME OF MY FATHER LEAVE THIS PLACE YOU COCKAROACH LOOKING SHIT!” I demanded once more...this time he listened.

With the demon gone I pulled back. “It's gone.”

Zak nodded. “Which one was it?”

“I think it was one of the pests you picked up at Bobby Mackey's.” I explained helping him to his bed.

“I thought we got rid of all of them?” he asked.

“Yeah well it seems this conniving little fucker did a good job of hiding during the clean up,” I said. “You gonna be okay?”

“I think so,” he said. “But I'd still feel better if you stayed...if that's alright.”

“You don't even have to ask,” I said rubbing his back with my hand. “Jesus,” I gasped. “You're burning up!”

“I just had a hot shower...the tap might have been busted 'cause shit was that water scalding.” I rolled my eyes.

“It didn't burn you too bad did it?” I asked. He shrugged. “Alright off with the shirt.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “Not like that...I just wanna check for burns.”

He pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside. I crawled behind him on the bed and inspected his back. His skin was smooth, without so much as a scar. Even the tattoo on top was left unscathed. I leaned in and brought my lips to it. “You're good,” I said.

He turned around and our faces were suddenly closer than they've ever been. “Z-Zak?”

He said nothing...just leaned in and brought his lips to mine. So far in this brief life I've had four unforgettable nights.

The first was when I first met my dad when I was five. The second was when I found out what I was when I was thirteen...I felt at peace knowing everything I'd experienced finally made sense. The third was when I used my power to help the spirit of my best friend move on after a drunken asshole took her life. The fourth was the first time I went to Zak's house and gave him answers about the entities there.

And now...I was experiencing my fifth.

After a while Zak and I leaned back on the bed. His pants wound up joining his shirt, and eventually my clothes followed. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as he pushed into me. I gasped. Like the rest of him, his length was pretty... thick.

I whimpered as he moved inside me. Our skin slapped together and he grunted with almost every thrust. I don't know how much time had passed but eventually I tightened around him, my toes curling up. “ZAAAK!!!” I moaned as my whole body tensed up.

Zak thrust a few more time, each time becoming more sloppy. “FUCK!” He groaned as he filled me up. He collapsed beside me and eventually sleep overcame us.

“I love you,” I whispered just before I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up needing very badly to pee. I tiptoed to the bathroom (not wanting to wake Zak) and relieved myself. When I got back Zak was sitting up with a confused look on his face.

“Zak?” I said sitting back down next to him.

He looked at me and tightened the blanket around his hips. “Y/N? WHAT THE FUCK?”

“What? What's wrong?”

“What's wrong? Are you fucking serious?” he said freaking out. “You're naked! FUCK, I'M NAKED! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!”

“Y-You mean you don't remember?” I said suddenly feeling uneasy.

“I remember coming back to the room after the investigation. I-I remember the inhumanly hot shower...then I saw this..this thing...next thing I know I'm waking up naked and raw.” My unease grew.

“I-I don't under...” I suddenly saw a dark, leathery skinned figure standing beside Zak's side of the bed. It had a sickening smirk on it's face.

“My brother was right, daughter of Michael,” it snarled. “You really are foolish.”

Realization hit me like a truck.

“SON OF A-!”

#zak bagans #zak bagans x reader #Smut #demons #nephilim #ghost adventures

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moonlitdiane · 3 years ago

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Hello! I moved from my old blog, @dianethus to here, you can probably call this a re-intro!

I’ve been trying to write since I was around 12 years old with silly little k-pop and percy jackson fanfics. Even though I cringe now whenever I think about the things I wrote, I still believe it was a necessary phase that all writers have to go through to become better.

I mainly write for the #OwnVoice movement that focuses on the South East Asian experience and especially the experience of being queer in an Asian environment. I aim to give the queers of Asian history whose stories never got to be told a voice. I write to expose the world to Philippine Mythology and the stories passed down from ancestor to ancestor. I also aim to conjure up nostalgic imagery in the readers' minds.

low fantasy. I'm not that really good at world building but I'm in love with the idea of everyday magic.

supernatural.

historical.

angst. I'm SORRY but writing and describing pain is a different kind of joy for me.

found family. I'm gay.

cosmic motifs.

enemies to lovers. oh for someone to see all my worst parts and still fall in love with me. also consider: childhood friends to enemies to lovers.

religious trauma & guilt. I went to a catholic school what did you expect?

The Revolution Will Not Be Vilified.

Evil Is Sexy.

Trapped In Another World. I want to be Isekai-d so bad.

Song Fic. Most of my titles are actually song lyrics or my basic outlines follow the structure of a song.

“Slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl,”

Somewhere In Limasawa Street is a queer historical fiction story set in 1898 when the Philippine-American war is just beyond the horizons and 19 year old mestiza, Lucena Candella is in the middle of a war with herself. Sheltered and painfully aloof, she meets brave but brash, Urduja Kalangitan, who is as emotionally aware as a rock and who happens to be the Revolutionary Army's best gunman—maybe that's what pulled quiet Lucena to her.

Between paper planes, porcelains, and battle scars, Lucena slowly learns to love, and that scared her. It scared her because she wasn't allowed to love that woman with the scarred smile and wild hair.

This is my main WIP and my passion project. I really wanted to write something that I can dedicate to the queers of history, the indigenous and people of color whose queerness is never told.

The title is a reference to Limasawa Street by folk pop band, Ben&Ben, I actually used the album and a few singles as inspiration for the plot.

WIP Playlist. This story will be unapologetically Filipino.

“Be angry but do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not make room for the devil,”

The Devil’s Choir is a low fantasy story following the adventures of seven unlikely friends who just want to go apeshit and run away from their shitty town. That is until they’re thrown into a you-need-to-save-the-whole-world mess without their written consent. Lucifer and Dionysus show up at their door step, dragging them head first into an abyss that even the Gods refuse to fall into. A war between the golden age and the future, it’s now up to this peculiar gang to save the world from the real threat.

The seven deadly sins but make them moody teenagers. this story has gone through so much revising for years! Found family, enemies to lovers, and unwilling heroes? check.

Unintentionally a copy of American Gods. It was too late until I realized the plot was kind of similar to American Gods. Help.

WIP Playlist. I smell chaos, don’t you?

“It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.”

Manila Encounters is a paranormal urban fantasy story unfolding right in the pearl of the orient seas. When the clock strikes 3 AM and the lights of the skyscrapers turn dark—when the city sleeps, the monsters roam free. Deep between the alley ways of Manila city, look out for kids with a certain glow and bite behind their smiles. Look for the ones with sunkissed tans who speak in tongues. Look for the ones whose feet barely dip into murky bay waters and fingertips grazing moonlight.

A dummy’s guide to Filipino folklore. Manila Encounters was inspired by a hashtag on Twitter of the same name where people wrote their own twist to Filipino urban legends and folk stories.

Oh great, another Percy Jackson rip-off. the main characters are demi-gods or descendants of Gods. Original, I know.

WIP Playlist. driving at midnight sort of vibe.

"You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us."

And I Love her is a queer romance story about a girl who just recently moved into an old but well maintained cottage in some seaside town in Europe—and she finds in the middle of dusty furniture and underneath cobwebs, a rotary telephone sitting there unused for decades. It rings unexpectedly one day and what greets her is a soft voice belonging to someone who lived 60 years ago.

a dreamnotfound fanfic inspired this. and the South Korean horror film, The Call.

gay yearning agenda. so much yearning. so much. I’m projecting.

WIP Playlist. My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine, but it's been promised to another

A selected list of fics from my AO3 account. It’s gay.

I drowned a long time ago. Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t in love. He’s devoted. Serial Killer AU.

Maaaring bang magkunwaring akin ka pa? A Tagalog Haikyuu fic based on the movie, Camp Sawi.

Marupok na puso ko. A Tagalog Haikyuu fic where they do the Filipino thing and get drunk.

My good puppy. My first try at writing smut. Jesus Christ.

Be my mistake. Where Kuroo Tetsurou calls up Tsukishima Kei one last time.

Make it hurt. The two times Atsumu Miya saw the entire universe behind Sakusa Kiyoomi’s eyes.

I still have a lot of stories that I hope to finish, I find it hard to discard or erase story ideas. So I hope one day, you can all watch me finish this list.

We Don’t Belong Here / Viva La Filipinas / Luna De Sangre Conspiracy / Lilith and Lysander’s Guide To Immortal Godparents / Lonely Hearts Club / A Lady’s Guide to Princes and Principles / Attack Block / Empty Thrones / A Double Take / Stupid Cupid / Idle Town / Alice? / The 30 Day Deal / Lost Stars / The Apocalypse Program / Heartstrings / Disastrously Danae

#Writeblr intro #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #about me #introduction #writeblr wip #intro #HI #PINNED.#wip intro

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thehouseoflamentation · 5 years ago

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What would MC's first Valentine's Day with the brothers and Diavolo be like?

MC’s First Valentine’s Day with the Boys + Diavolo

(I know I’m super late but just take it ><)

Lucifer

Lucifer isn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve but Valentine’s Day is the perfect occasion for him to show you his romantic side because if you turn him down for whatever reason, he can use the holiday as an excuse for his affectionate behavior.

He wouldn’t make a huge deal out of the holiday. He isn’t really the most lovey-dovey person to begin with, however he would still put in a lot of effort to make your first Valentine’s Day with him special.

He would often try to save face by saying it's all part of the holiday but you can tell by the way he blushes lightly and turns his head when you make eye contact that he’s genuinely excited and a little nervous about spending Valentine’s Day with you.

When asking you to be his valentine he’ll gift you a bouquet of roses he grew himself. He’s rather proud with how his hard work paid off and hopes you appreciate all the effort he put in.

“You’ll be mine, won’t you?”

His words almost sound like an order but its only because he won’t really know what to do if you actually said “no.” His pride will take a pretty big hit and he’ll be sour and grumpy for a while if you turn him down.

If you do say yes though he’ll start the second part of his plan and take you out on a romantic candle lit dinner date. Depending on the mood after that he might invite you to continue the rest of night back at his room.

Mammon

He’s sweating bullets thinking about what he’ll do for your first Valentine’s Day together with him. Should he buy chocolates or would it be better to make them himself? Can he even do that? Maybe a card? No, no that’s too simple. How about flowers? What were your favorites again?

He wants everything to be perfect and ends up spending waaayyyyyy over his budget to make sure he has enough stuff to give you the best Valentine’s Day surprise. Well that is if he even decided to establish a budget in the first place.

Everyone can see him planning for Valentine’s Day from a mile away. He thinks he’s being real discreet despite having huge boxes from Akuzon delivered under his name in preparation for the holiday.

In the end it was actually a good thing that he bought lots of extra materials. His attempt at creating his own homemade chocolate only resulted in burned inedible bits and spilled chocolate mix. Once he got the hang of it he was barely able to make enough for one box.

He also ordered flowers but failed to order them at the right time. They ended up coming about a week earlier than he planned and most of them ended up wilting by the time Valentine’s Day came around. However in the end he was able to make a small bouquet from the flowers that were still good.

His last redeeming gift was the card he made for you. It was simple and his writing wasn’t the neatest considering he kept spacing out while writing it but every word came from his heart.

“Here! Just...just take it!!”

Once he handed you the chocolates, flowers, and card his heart felt like it would burst out of his chest from how nervous he was. If you agreed to be his valentine he wouldn’t be able to control his emotions and would probably start vibrating from sheer excitement.

Leviathan

You haven’t seen Levi leave his room for weeks up until Valentine’s Day. You were worried about him but in reality he had spent all that time binging dating sims and romcom animes in an attempt to plan the perfect Valentine’s Day with you.

In the end he decided to go with something simple, heartfelt, and foolproof. He pulled his hood over his head to hide his blush while he gave you the traditional box of chocolates and flowers however there was something else he saved for last.

“You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to but...here.”

His hands trembled as he handed you a small object covered in pink and red wrapping paper. It was a charm from an obscure anime he watched a couple weeks ago. In the show the protagonist gave his love interest a matching charm so they would always have a little something to remember each other by.

He didn’t expect you to understand the reference but the fact that he was able to convey his feelings for you was enough for him, even if it meant he was only one who knew the true meaning behind the charm….or so he thought.

Once you tore the wrapping covering the charm your eyes immediately lit up. Without skipping a beat you planted a kiss on his cheek and pulled him into a tight hug, thanking him for the charm. After you pulled away he was red from head to toe as he tried to process the fact that you knew exactly what the tiny key chain meant. Oh yeah and fact that YOU KISSED HIM.

It took awhile for Levi to regain his cool after that but he definitely wasn’t complaining. You ended up spending the rest of the day chilling in Levi’s room. Even though it was simple and laid back, you now knew without a doubt how Levi truy felt about you, and that charm hanging off your D.D.D was more than enough proof of that.

Satan

Satan had done some research on the human tradition once news got out that the holiday was just around the corner. He already knew what the celebration was about but he had trouble figuring out what he should do for the occasion. He wanted the day to be special for you but he also didn’t want to overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable. He couldn’t quite choose between two gifts he had in mind so he ultimately decided on giving you both.

His first gift was simple and just as sweet, a small box of chocolates covered in red wrapping paper. The adorable face you made as you happily sampled the candy was more than enough to convince him to continue with his plan.

Phase two! This was actually the most embarrassing gift he had planned for the day so instead of handing it to you he left it in front of your dorm room and sprinted around the corner before you could catch him.

“A kitten for my kitten <3”

Attached to the note was a small cat plush with heart patterns and a pink ribbon tied around its neck. You couldn’t help but giggle and smile at the adorable little thing in front of you. You held it close to your chest before placing it on your bed and moving back towards the doorway.

Satan had been going back and forth about adding the note but from your reaction it seemed he made the right choice. He turned and was about to head back to his room for a bit when he felt your lips suddenly press against the back of his neck.

He may have been the fourth strongest ruler of hell but that fact was rendered null under the tenderness of your surprise thank you kiss. Now he was beet red leaning against the wall for support while trying to comprehend what just happened, not quite how he pictured himself spending Valentines Day but still just as enjoyable.

Asmodeus

Asmo was all too familiar with the traditions of Valentine’s Day. The gifts, the decorations, the feeling of love in the air along with *ahem* less pure emotions made it one of Asmo’s favorite human holidays.

There was no doubt the demon would go overboard with preparations but what should he start with first? Chocolates and flowers were a main staple of Valentine’s Day but giving you something like that would be way too simple and predictable for someone like him. No, no, no. He had to do something special.

He contemplated what would make the perfect gift until he finally settled on something that he knew would be true to himself and also make you happy. In the end he took you on a couples spa day so the two of you could unwind and relax together.

Then after getting pampered for most of the afternoon, Asmo took you to a candle light dinner at Ristorante 6. The place was nearly packed with couples but he managed to pull a few strings to reserve a table away from the rest of the guests with a balcony view of the night sky. The two of you chatted the night away, enjoying the food and each other’s company until it was time to head back to the dorms. But Asmo still wasn’t done.

Inviting you to his room Asmo held out his final present to you much to your confusion. It was just...his wrist with a ribbon tied around it. It felt like some kind of joke but as you untied the ribbon you found that it actually trailed up his arm and wrapped around the rest of his body. An intricate bondage pattern sprawled over his torso leading down the rest of his body hiding just beneath the cover of his clothes. Had he been tied up like this all day? Well at that point you didn’t know and didn’t care. You were far too busy enjoying your last “present” for the day.

Beelzebub

Beel was in quite the predicament. He knew the kinds of gifts people gave each other on Valentine’s Day but he often found it difficult to resist eating what he was supposed to give you. The handmade chocolates he made first were delicious! Perhaps a bit too delicious though as the rest of the batch disappeared in the blink of an eye once Beel sampled a piece to see if it turned out alright.

Well at least now he knew the right measurements for all the ingredients to make a second batch….and a third….and a fourth. He was down to his last ingredients and it was too late to run back to the store and start the process over again so he knew he had to nail this next batch.

This time around he had a special foolproof safeguard to prevent him from eating the chocolates he was going to give you and his name was Belphie. Every time Beel looked like he was about to have another taste Belphie poked him in the side and reminded him that the chocolates were meant to be a gift. The plan almost worked until Belphie fell asleep on the kitchen counter.

Soon after, Beel’s eyes started to focus on the bowl of chocolate again. His hands subconsciously whisked the sweet mixture faster and faster as his train of thought drifted away. All he could do was continue stirring while fighting back his urge to sample the chocolate again. He was so consumed in what he was doing he didn’t even notice you slip through the kitchen doors.

“Hey Beel! Whatcha up to?”

Your sudden voice and presence made the bowl slip right out of his grasp, flying forward as the chocolate covered the both of you. “I-I….umm….sorry. The chocolates were supposed to be a surprise gift but....” His eyes stared at the floor in embarrassment. This was definitely worse than getting you nothing for Valentine's Day. Beel reached for a small towel to wipe the mix off but ever the opportunist your hand stopped him.

“You know...it would be a shame to let all this go to waste. After all, I didn’t get a chance to taste any yet and I’m sure you haven’t had your fill either, right?”

Beel only nodded in response to your offer, effortlessly picking you up bridal style before heading back to his room.

Belphegor

Belphegor didn’t hate Valentine’s Day but he also wasn’t exactly fond of it. The pressure to buy your partner the perfect gift was often daunting and took some of the fun out of actually choosing a gift. Still that didn’t deter him from trying to find you something awesome for the occasion.

He ended up skipping his morning nap to search nearby stores for anything he thought you might like. Chocolates and flowers were standard but a classic so he ended up buying a box and bouquet for you.

He was just about to exit the store when something else caught his eye. It was something he knew HE would like but he wasn’t so sure what the extra details were for. Well it was cute enough and the two of you could use it together so why not?

After coming back from RAD that afternoon you made your way back to Belphie’s room. You usually stayed with him to nap and cuddle since he often missed you when you had to go to class. This time however, he had a surprise waiting for you.

Handing over the box of chocolates and flowers you immediately lit up and threw your hands around Belphie. He returned your embrace happily before handing you a gift bag with the final present inside. It was a heart shaped pillow with the words YES embroidered on the front and NO on the back.

“Wow Belphie this is.... really thoughtful!!! Thank you!!”

You tried to hide the blush that was spreading across your face. Belphie's innocent smile made you wonder if he truly understood the meaning of that pillow. Did he actually know what it meant and gave it to you as an invitation? Or did he genuinely think it was just a cute pillow? You will never know.

Diavolo

Diavolo gladly embraced human traditions and Valentine’s Day was no exception. He had events planned for the entire day, both for RAD and for you. Since you helped him plan some of the festivities the night before, you ended up staying at the demon lord’s castle for the night. The following morning you woke up to the smell of fresh pancakes, eggs, bacon, and all the fixings.

At first you figured Barbatos had made the food but as you turned to Diavolo and saw the glint of excitement in his eyes as you took your first bite you knew instantly that he was behind this. The food was delicious with most of it also being somehow heart shaped.

Once breakfast was finished the two of you got dressed and headed off to class. Attending RAD during Valentine’s Day was definitely surreal. The gothic halls and classrooms were decorated with pink and red hearts, flowers, and ribbons. You had to admit it was a rather cute homage to the human holiday.

After classes ended, you went back to the demon lord’s palace. Diavolo had requested you to meet him again but gave little to no detail as to why. You suspected it had something to do with Valentine’s Day and prepared yourself accordingly however nothing could prepare you for the surprise that was just behind the castle doors.

Once you entered the main hall you were greeted with hundreds upon hundreds of roses decorating the walls and an eager Diavolo barely able to hold in his excitement. You remember he said he had important plans for the day but you never expected something like this. Even though he already made you breakfast he didn’t want the day to end on a simple, unmemorable note so he made sure to give you something special to remember your first Valentine’s Day together with him.

#obey me!#obey me #shall we date #shall we date?#obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #obey me! diavolo #obey me! headcanon #headcanon

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fictionalabyss · 4 years ago

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You know I can’t resist.

Pairings : Sabriel (eventual-ish), Michael, Lucifer.

Word count : 1,268

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Chocolate/coconut/almonds

Warning : Pack style, Alpha!Sam, hunting down Lucifer, threats, fated mates

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Gabriel is smiling to himself as he steps out of the small shop with two fingers pushing the brownie fully into his mouth with a soft moan. It’s the best damn brownie he’s had in a long ass time.

“Seriously?” Gabriel glances over to see his older brother sitting on a patio table, foot resting on a chair with his forearm across his knee while he shakes his head. “I leave you alone for two damn minutes-”

“It smelled too good!” he defends himself, shoulders going up in a shrug. “You know I can’t resist.”

“We’re here on a job, Gabriel.”

Gabriel rolls his eyes. “It’s always work work work with you. All work and no play makes Michael a dull, dull boy.” he teases with a smirk.

“I’m going to tell dad you’re fucking around again, and-”

“Oh, come on, don’t be a little bitch, so I stopped for a brownie, what’s the big deal?” Michael gave his brother a bored look before his eyes shot down to Gabriel's bulging jacket pocket. “Oh, and a few cookies, sue me! It’s fucking good, Mikey. Okay? Eat one, maybe then you’ll get the stick out of your ass.”

“Just stay focused, Gabriel.” Michael snapped before pushing off the table. “Dad’s not fucking around. We need to find him.”

“We’ll find him. Okay? If he’s here, we’ll find him.” Before anything else can be said, he sees his brother's eyes cloud over and choses that opportunity to pull out a small wrapped sample of cake from his other pocket and stuff it in his mouth. “What?” Gabriel asks, mouth full and swallowing just as Michael blinks out of the link. “Someone find him?”

“No. A faint whiff of him, though.” Michaels looking around the town center. “Here and there, he’s doing his best to hide it. They can’t tell if it’s an old scent or just blocked somehow..”

“Alright, alright, I’ll get moving.” Gabriel dusts off his hands. “Where was the last scent?”

“Around the pack house. Not inside, though. Just… around..”

“I’ll check the woods, too.”

“Don’t be seen, Gabriel. Not by anyone more than you’ve risked already.” Michael snapped. “We don’t exactly have permission-”

“I know. I’ll be careful.” Michael let out a huff as Gabriel started past him. When Gabriel's hand hit his chest, Michael's hand covered his brothers just before it pulled away and Michael looked down to find himself holding a cookie. “A little sweetness won’t kill you, big brother.” Gabriel winked and walked away.

With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, Michael tossed the cookie in the trash before heading in the opposite direction.

He was moving around the pack house, keeping to the shadows as he observed the comings and goings of various people. He hadn’t smelled what he was looking for since he walked away from his brother in the town center, but he knew he couldn’t stop looking. His brother, Lucifer, was a danger to everyone and needed to be found. They’d been searching for months now. He’d pop up somewhere and then vanish by the time they got to him. They couldn’t let that happen again, not when he left devastation in his wake. And Gabriel liked this little pack town. They had good food. He smiled to himself, taking a bite out of his last cookie as he walked towards the back and peeked around the corner.

The cookie fell from his hand, landing in the perfectly manicured grass as a smell hit his nose.

Stepping out further than he should have, Gabriel’s nose was lifted in the air as he scented. Chocolate, coconut and almonds. It was divine to him. So perfectly balanced there was no way it was coming from the kitchen. Scenting at the air again, he followed his nose out past the yard that boasted a large pool and patio, and headed for the tree line. It was coming from the woods.

He moved fast, but quiet. Stealth was what Gabriel did best, the only reason Michael was tolerating him on this mission at all. It’s what happens when you grow up the youngest of four boys. You learn to avoid being seen, lest your older, bigger, stronger and angrier brothers get a hold of you. Especially if you just pranked them. And Gabriel loved a good prank.

The scent was stronger now, filling his nose and making his mouth water. He was close. He was so focused on that one smell, he ignored everything else. It consumed him. If he’d have been able to focus, he’d have smelt someone else and not been surprised when he came upon the people standing in the tiny clearing.

That smell.. It was coming from the giant of a man standing before his brother. It was him. That mouth watering scent was coming from him. Gabriel stared at him, wondering who he was, what his name was. He had to know, had to find out everything about him. “Mate.” he whispered softly, eyes not coming off the stranger until his brother spoke.

“Do you have an answer for me, Alpha Sam.” Gabriel saw the smirk on his brother's face, whatever he was here for, he was sure he’d get it.

‘Sam’ Gabriel repeated in his head. ‘Alpha Sam.’ He’d heard of an Alpha named Sam. Winchester?

“No.” The answer was a single firm word.

“I’ve given you enough time-”

“The answer. It’s no.”

Lucifer sneered, sharp teeth baring, but Sam didn’t move, didn’t seem phased in the least at the threat. “No?” Sam just gave him a tilted nod, and that only served to piss Lucifer off further. “You don’t get to tell me no.” he growled.

“I just did. I don’t know what you’re up to, Lucifer, but we will not fight your war. We will not be your puppets. The answer, is no.”

“You’ll regret this.” Lucifer's claws were out as he started forward with another growl. Moving quick, Gabriel rushed out from the trees and got between his brother and the much larger Alpha behind him. “Gabriel.” Lucifer smiled.

“Back away.”

“Or what?” Lucifer laughed, and when Gabriel’s claws came out, Lucifer’s laugh died, but his smile never faded. “Why do you care?”

“Back away, Luci. I love you, you’re my brother, but you’re a big bag of dicks and I won’t hesitate.”

“You’re hesitating now.” Lucifer grinned, stepping closer.

“I can fight my own battles.” Came a growl from behind Gabriel.

“I’m warning you, Luci. I’m not here alone.” He needed to mind link to Michael, tell him that he found him, but he couldn’t risk taking his eyes off his brother.

“I’m just here for Samuel.” Lucifer raised his hands, palms out and facing his younger brother. “I’ll leave everything else intact if Sam comes with me.”

“Never.” Gabriel growled threateningly, something that took Lucifer by surprise for a moment. Lucifer narrowed his eyes, tilting his head as he studied Gabriel. “I’ll never let you have him.”

“Why? Why do you suddenly care? The Winchesters are beneath us.”

“I care because he’s mine.”

Lucifer’s eyebrows shot up as he took another step closer then stopped. He scented at the air for a moment, an action that earned a growl from his little brother. “Did our little trickster find his mate?” A smirk spread across Lucifer's lips. “You should have stayed hidden, little brother. Now I know both of your weaknesses. I won’t stop until I get what I want.”

“You can’t have him.”

“Then I’ll just have to take you.” his smile was sinister as he lunged forward.

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thedevildomdaily · 4 years ago

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A Tie That Binds

Chapter 2: Absolutely Not!

NOTES:| Warnings: Swearing.| Reminder: Lilly is the human exchange student in my head canon scenario.I recommend reading my pinned intro that explains more and the bios of my MCs | There are spoilers referenced throughout this story, but I am currently at Lesson 30| Message me if you have any questions!| This is my first fanfic| Thank you my trusted Beta-Reader @wolfiesworld <3 you’re a life-saver!| CH 1

“WHAT!?”, said a collection of voices, echoing through the long corridors of RAD! It was followed by a loud banter and outrage amongst everyone in attendance at this council meeting.

“Whaddya mean ‘holy vows’?!”, Mammon was the first to ask.

“V-V-VOWS!?”, Leviathan sputtered with a face lit up with crimson, “As in...M-M-MARRIAGE!? No! Game over, I quit! There’s only Ruri-chan…”,

Asmodeus chimed in, “It wouldn’t be fair to all of my fans if I were to settle down with just one person!”, He ran a hand through his hair and crossed his arms, Satan merely shook his head at his brother’s “justifications” though he too thought it was preposterous. Satan, being the intellect he was, remained silent while his brothers went on, there was only so much their eldest brother could take before going off and he was NOT going to be on the receiving end of it.

Belphegor was shaking with anger, visibly gritting his teeth! Beelzebub, always by his twin’s side, shared anger in this proposal, Lilly surmised that they put a level of blame into what happened to their beloved sister on the nephilim. Still it wasn’t their direct fault, she’d have to talk with Belphie later about it. He tended to open up to her quite a bit, Beelzebub too.

“Enough!”, Lucifer finally shouted! Putting his brothers back in their places! Whether he agreed with this idea his former brother and Lord Diavolo concocted or not, his expression wouldn’t say, he also wouldn’t allow his younger siblings to overstep their boundaries with the prince. “Lord Diavolo, please elaborate...” His gaze went across the room towards the nephilim, gaging their reactions.

Lilly hadn’t paid attention to the nephilims’ reactions on the account of a very loud Mammon and Leviathan, however she observed a spike in Zaksalamel’s anger. He'd even stepped in front of his sister, as if to shield her. Azriel once again gripped his brother’s shoulder, but he remained calm, pushing past her brother. Lena only looked at Diavolo, insisting he continued, She didn’t seem phased at all by this odd solution.

“I would not be able to send just anyone to the human realm to aid you;” Diavolo continued while looking at the female nephilim, “I trust Lucifer and his brothers being strong enough and capable of handling the situation. Their presence, however, could not only pose a threat to the Celestial Realm, but to the humans as well. Your father may be in charge of the Helsing Corps., but he answers to a council that refuses any communications with me.”, He furrowed his brows in frustration.

It was Simeon that continued explaining, “I believe you being half human, can make a pact with demons, is that correct?”, The triplets looked at each other, then nodded. “Well having a pact with the brothers would insure your human council that they can’t pose a threat. Your world, as you say, is already littered with unwelcome guests, having the Avatars of Sin suddenly appear would only scare them more!”, A valid point, Lilly thought, being ONE of those scared humans.

“And the ‘Holy Vow’?”, Azriel urged him to continue.

“Having a pact with the 7 Avatars is not to be taken lightly, especially in the hands of a nephili-”,

“Tell me about it!”, Mammon interrupted! Not believing anyone was considering this. “MAMMON!!!!”, Lucifer glared with black aura seeping from his body in his brother’s direction.

Simeon gave a sheepish laugh and continued, “The vow would specify certain stipulations, normally the traditional human vows would say something like ‘for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part’, followed by a holy authority-”, The room was filled with angry whispered and childish disgust in the citing of vows, “Having the vows rearranged to include ‘under an oath to keep peace between the realms, sworn not to invoke war towards any of the three realms….’, Would become a contract since everyone involved are spiritually powerful beings, and to top it off you, Azrelena, have angelic blood. You would be bound to keep such an oath.”.

“Does it really have to be a marriage? Why not just a contract?”, Lena asked, she hadn’t really reacted before like the demon brothers did, “I mean for one, you’re directing this at me, is it just because i’m a woman?”, Lilly couldn’t help but laugh, she really just called them out on it. Both Diavolo and Simeon gave sheepish expressions and avoided the female nephilim’s gaze.

Suddenly, Barbatos chimed in, “Actually it was I that made the suggestion.”, Lena raised her brows and lowered her defensive take, the triplets were familiar with the demon stewart of the prince, especially Azri, who was the Chief Communications Operations of their HQ. Trusting her brother’s sense of character, she listened to his explanation. “With the status of your current situation, Azriel is needed now more than ever at relaying messages both globally and to each realm involved. Zaksalamel needs to continue the investigation with his expert tracking team, and you, Azrelena, would be best suited for this part, after all, you are the strongest of your kind if rumors are to be believed. It takes a great deal to hold such powerful pacts as we’ve witnessed, and the sealing vows even more. Only you could withstand it, as for the marriage...that was an outdated phrasing, Forgive me. It is a union though and your fates would be bound eternally....” After a quiet moment of reflection Lena finally asked, “This would keep each realm satisfied?”, of course this was less than ideal, putting that level of trust in these...demons...and angels? This motley crew looked less reliable the more she observed them. Still, there were no better suggestions, and the longer they took debating this, the more victims would be harmed. “There have to be stipulations set! I’m not thrilled by this whole ‘bound eternally’ business either…”, she glanced over at the brothers, each had their own level of shock, disdain, and disapproval on their face.

“Well, we would need time to send this proposal, forgive my choice of words, to the other realms...but, I approve of this. Officially, you have The Devildom’s compliance.” Diavolo stated firmly. “Whatever stipulations you have can be worked over in the meantime.”.

“Absolutely not!” Belphegor exclaimed, most were taken aback by this! Beel braced his twin’s shoulder, they had been down this rabbit hole before... Belphie’s outrage had nearly ended in a tragedy in the past, he wouldn’t let it happen again! Besides, they had the best friend in Lilly they could ever ask for! “Beel, let go! They, they caused it! The-”,

“Belphegor, enough!” Lucifer transformed this time, “Lord Diavolo’s words are final! If he says we are to exchange vows and make a pact with this nephilim, we are going to do it! END OF DISCUSSION!”. His fearsome gaze left a shocked Belphegor and Beel, and turned to each of the remaining siblings... They were no longer going to protest, for now.

The display before them left each nephilim speechless... So this was The Mourning Stars power? “I will do it!”, Lena exclaimed! It was completely on impulse, derived from the amazing display of power. Though she and her brothers were on par, the notion of having such powerful allies gave her something she never expected to gain from a demon of all things: Hope!

Her brothers both went to protest, but Lena cut them off, “No! This is my choice!”, She looked to Diavolo with full determination, then to each demon and angel in the room, “I will do this! Your aid means everything! So many lives can be spared; my friends and family on the front lines! If each realm agrees to these terms, I will happily accept this fate.”. The female nephilim then boldly turned and faced Belphegor, “We do not know each other! And frankly, we don’t have to trust or like each other! If your concept of family is anything similar to mine, then surely you can understand the willingness to do anything to protect it!”, Belphegor backed down more but still glared at the nephilim, he would never trust them! Even though he had been wrong about Lilly, there could be no reason to put anything other than suspicion towards something that was half angel and half human!

Lena sighed at the expression she received and returned her attention to the rest of the demons, “Besides, it’s not like these vows are serious outside of the pacts portion, i’m not your little housewife! I don’t expect anything from any of you other than help with the investigation and, the three realms permitting, help disposing of any major threats in the human realm.”.

Collective sighes filled the room, the nephilim had a point, it WAS one of those ‘political marriages’, it shouldn’t really have an effect on their individual lives. “Ugh, fine!”, Mammon finally said, Satan merely shrugged, this was a fine mess he’d gotten into... Struck by her words, Belphegor remained silent and Beelzebub silently looked after his twin, he was thankful this didn’t end in conflict like the last time Belphie disagreed with Diavolo and Lucifer.

“My fans...maybe they won’t find out…?”, Asmo sighed, He received an eye roll from Lucifer, he would have words with each of his younger brothers when they returned home! Such unsightly displays in front of Lord Diavolo and his guests! “There is one more thing I would like to say.”, Diavolo interrupted, the chatter going on. Lilly couldn’t help but give a cheeky grin, of course the demon prince would add something else to stir the pot! He always did and she loved that about him, “I would like Miss Azrelena to stay in The Devildom in the meantime, as you stated before, the portals which allowed the mass amounts of demons to enter couldn’t be traced in the human realm. Perhaps leaving one of you behind to assist with the investigation here would be wise.”, Lucifer narrowed his eyes at Diavolo, he knew very well that the prince was cooking up another scheme he wanted absolutely no part of!

“It will take awhile for all parties involved to deliberate this contract-”, Diavolo continued, “So we might as well use this as a learning opportunity! It’s been a millenia in the making!”, and there it was, Diavolo wanted to rope a nephilim into the student exchange program at RAD. “Since we have very little to no knowledge of nephilims, and there seems to be a lot of misinformation, would you kindly attend the RAD student exchange program? As you can see we have both angels and humans attending and I want to know how RAD compares to Belmont Academy. Barbatos tells me that the three of you were top of the class and you were even a teacher in some areas Miss Azrelena!”.

Zak’s mouth dropped open and he shook his head with a pleading look in his eyes, why would she agree to something like this...? There HAD to be another way! Azri had to cover his brother's mouth and drag him into the hall to keep him from making a further scene, they both knew their sister’s answer, after all, she had been looking for excuses to leave Belmont for years. “I’d love to!-”, she exclaimed! “-and please! Call me Lena!”, she bowed to Diavolo, then to the rest of the occupants.

“Haha, excellent!”, Diavolo couldn’t contain his excitement! “I would like you to stay in The House of Lamentation during your stay, consider it a means of getting to know your colleagues! After all, you’ll…-”, he hesitated for a moment as he felt Lucifer’s disapproving glare behind him, “-...be working this case with them on the side.”.

“You can room with me!”, Lilly suddenly popped in between Lena and Diavolo. “Hi, I’m Lilly! Resident human of the House of Lamentation! Nice to meet you!”, Lena smiled and shook her hand, well at least it won’t be a TOTAL sausage fest where she’d be staying! “Hey...I’ve been wanting to ask you and your brothers since you walked in….have I seen you somewhere before? You look…”, the human looked her up and down, unable to hide her blushing, “very familiar...”,

“Uhm...about that.”, Lena gave a sheepish smile as the human began leading her out into the hallway to join the other nephilim. Barbatos quickly followed suit as he would assist the brothers in returning to the human world.

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corlds-world · 4 years ago

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Top 10 Females from my Fandoms

This is all my opinion. It’s also from the fandoms I’m in (which are pretty popular). Your opinion of course will be different from mine. But I like sharing what I think and I like hearing your opinion, too. Also we’re doing ladies first because why not. Also I’m not good at explaining my opinion. So without further ado, here’s my top 10 females. Spoilers!

10. Meg (Supernatural) Meg is definitely my favorite female character from Supernatural. She’s a villain turned anti-hero. Also a demon. And being a recurring demon in Supernatural is a quick way to earn a spot in my favorite characters list. Apologies for Ruby for not making the cut though. Anyway, Meg is tough as hell (no pun intended). She starts by working for her dad, but that’s she’s not working for her dad because she’s a daddy’s girl. She works for her dad so she can get this apocalypse started. Her real loyalties lay with Lucifer. So when Lucifer was sent back to hell, she became a lone wolf. Season 6-8 Meg is my favorite, when she’s a lone wolf against Crowley. And I think the Winchesters have always been a little intimidated by Meg. Only 5′6″ to their 7′ but still has got fire.

9. Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel (MCU) I couldn’t just leave out the first woman to ever get a solo movie in the MCU. It was a long time waiting, but we still got it. I was pondering for a while between Natasha and Carol. I decided to go with Carol really just because I’m so excited for Phase 4 of the MCU. I’m the kind of girl that looks ahead. Captain Marvel is for sure one of my favorite solo movies in the MCU. Carol was a air force pilot from the 90′s who was told all her life that she couldn’t become a pilot. Like you see in the trailer, she picks herself back up time after time. And then she loses her memory, but she doesn’t lose that fighting spirit. She just has superpowers from the space stone. She knows her rights and her wrongs better than most people. It’s what makes her an amazing superhero. And she literally destroyed a huge spaceship in Endgame. I can’t wait to see what Brie Larson has in store for us because she is not done for sure.

8. Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter) I know there’s a lot of controversy with the Harry Potter fandom right now, but I just can’t help but place Luna on this list. She’s an amazing character. As a fellow Ravenclaw, she really showed us what Ravenclaw was all about: wisdom and having an open mind. She knows her spells, too, and does her homework (I think). I think more people would expect Hermione on the list, but she didn’t resonate with me the way Luna did. She’s bullied for thinking differently, which really resonated with me. But she’s got her close friends and that’s all that really matters to her. She was the first character I saw myself in, even if she’s just thinks differently than I do.

7. Eleven (Stranger Things) I really did not want to put Eleven this low. But I really just couldn’t put her higher because the girls above her are just better. However, Eleven is awesome. Truly awesome. We gotta respect the only character in Stranger Things that has superpowers. Nothing holds Eleven down. She escapes from a crazy laboratory and finds her new friends who she will literally do anything to protect. And she was messed up in that lab. But she still knows good from evil. She knew that her friends were not going to screw her over. And when she thought they were going to screw her, she kinda just said no. Like okay. She’s brave and kind and badass and everything I want in a superhero. I she’s a little intimidated by the world around her, but I would have run right back to what I knew if I were her. I think her bravery really shone in the third season. I’m sad about what’s happening to her powers, but I think they’ll find a way to get them back. Even if they don’t, I think Eleven will still prove to be everything she is without them. And just look at her. She’s just so cute.

6. Hazel Levesque (Riordanverse) I told you this was my list and I think Hazel deserves a spot. I mean, the youngest person on the Argo II, daughter of Pluto, can control the Mist and all the jewels in the earth, and tamed an untameable immortal horse. What more do you want? Yes, yes. I love Annabeth, but I really resonated with Hazel more, mostly because she just seems sweeter than Annabeth. I’m a sweet and shy person. And I love horses. And the 40′s. Speaking of which, a POC in the 40′s in Louisiana? If I ever make a top 10 POC characters, we’ll brush up on that. Anyway, let’s talk about when she died. Did I mention she died? She gave up an eternity of happiness so her mother (who was not good to Hazel) wouldn’t have an eternity of misery. Gotta thank Nico, though, for bringing one of my faves back to life. But when Nico was in trouble, there was nothing that Hazel wouldn’t do to help her brother. And when Hazel learned how to control the Mist in couple of weeks? What a display of power. She’s had a hard life, but she’s come out stronger because of it.

5. Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games) What? Why is Katniss so low? Mostly because it’s been a while since I’ve read the Hunger Games. I never even finished it. I stopped halfway through Mockingjay. I really like Katniss, though. She’s never had a lot. Let’s just start with the obvious that she takes on the Capital. Like you’re taking on the government? Okay go off. Of course, it’s not for no reason. They’re slaughtering everyone. But let’s just talk about when she’s in the Hunger Games the first time. I don’t think I could start to go into detail about everything that Katniss has done. She’s a badass in summary. She took on people that train for the event. She dropped a... what are they called? *googles hunger games bees* Tracker jackers! She dropped a nest full of tracker jackers on to those stuck-up kids. And Rue. Rue helped. Rue’s the best. She’s not on the list, but still. I love Rue and Katniss’ friendship, even if didn’t last. I’m sorry Rue you had to die if Katniss was to win. Anyway, Peeta got her in sort of a weird romance, but I think Katniss saved Peeta more times than Peeta saved Katniss. I love gender role reversals. Also I’m such a sucker for girls who can shoot a bow. So, yeah, Katniss gets her spot which is very well earned.

4. Vanya Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) The second season recently came out so she’s fresh in my mind. The most powerful sibling in the Academy uses sound to harness energy. And does she do it in style. Yeah, she kind of causes the apocalypse, but that’s not her fault. It’s Luther’s. And Reginald's. Vanya had a rough childhood. She was told all her life that she was ordinary in a house where there where only the extraordinary. But she powered through it. And wrote a book as revenge. Like Five said, that took guts. She’s such a complicated character. She’s shy and kind. But don’t make her mad. She might stab you. I really couldn’t believe how hard I cheered when she killed Harold. Like it was bad. Also she blew up the moon. Do you want more? She’s dating a farm frau. If I ever make a top 10 canon couples, that’s going on the list. You know, if you can’t go straight, go gay. Also she’s a human bomb. I’m a sucker for human bombs. And memes.

3. Morgana Pendragon (Merlin) I really love good girls turned bad. I was a little worried that Morgana was just going to be Merlin’s love interest in season 1. But man was I wrong. Going from a ward with bad dreams to a witch determined to be queen. I was actually kind of rooting for her. But that just could be because Katie is a phenomenal actress. But anyway, Morgana really has issues, which is why she’s top 3. Also the fact that she didn’t have a girlfriend, so disappointing. But she’s a villain, and villains don’t have lovers. Or they’re not supposed to in my book. Also she can go toe to toe with Merlin, who is supposed to be one of the best sorcerers of all time. What a show of power.

2. Regina Mills (Once Upon a Time) My favorite redemption arc. From good to evil and back to good. Honestly one of my favorite characters to watch. And Lana just does such a good job with it. Do you see the trend that I have with my favorite characters? Tragic background is the base requirement. Magical badass gives you an improvement in the list. But Regina has had a horrible life. The fact that she is classified as a villain is heartbreaking sometimes. But she did kill a ton of people so she’s definitely a villain in the storybooks. And that sass. Only Regina could pull off that sass. But I think the fact that she tries to be good when it is not in her nature, I think that speaks volumes.

1. Kara Danvers / Supergirl (Supergirl) I feel like people just got thrown for a loop. It’s like wait a minute. Didn’t you just say that your favorite kind of character is a “magical badass with a tragic background?” Um maybe. But Kara has her own tragedies. She just doesn’t show it. She lost her parents when she was 12. Not just her parents, but almost her whole family and all of her home. But she learned to have a new home on Earth. But she manages to figure out how to save the world with all of these conflicts in her life. Shoutout to Alex for being an awesome sister. And she has a great social life, something I aspire to have. I’m so upset that the show is ending after season 6. I love Kara so much. Kara is the most amazing woman in the Arrowverse so I’m so sorry to see her go.

#supergirl #regina mills #vanya hargreeves #morgana #katniss #hunger games #Hazel Levesque #eleven #stranger things #luna lovegood #carol danvers #captain marvel #meg #supernatural #:)

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ghostheadcanons · 6 years ago

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Papas and Copia having dinner with their s/o and s/o's very Christian parents? (Bonus for a "Yes hello I'm fucking your child" type moment) Please and thank you. I just wanna say I really love how you write I have on notifications instant favorite❤

Thank you so much, anon! It’s an honor!

I just wanna say: This isn’t meant to offend anybody who is actually Christian and not an asshole about it (though let’s be real, if you were easily offended, you probably wouldn’t be into Ghost, am I right?). As a Christian myself, I can say this isn’t a potshot at the religion itself!

Just some of the jerks who practice it. :P

So for the sake of this ask, we’re just gonna say the parents are the absolute worst type of Christian, and the reader doesn’t have/want a good relationship with them. You all know what I’m talking about. Anon, if you want kind and understanding parents who also happen to be Christian, please send an ask for that and I will absolutely write that!!

That being said….let’s get into it, lads. >:)c

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Your parents were surprised when you told them you’ve been doing a lot of church work lately, and even more surprised when you told them you were seeing someone working there!

You never told them what KIND of church it was….

Mostly you told them that to get them off your back, but that backfired spectacularly. Now they want to meet him over dinner…if you don’t relent at some point, they’re going to keep bothering you forever about it and guilt-tripping you.

Might as well get this over with.

Papa Nihil:

When your parents see what looks like the pope getting out of the car in their driveway, they’re a mix of awed and thrilled!

…until he gets up close and they see the skull makeup.

He is very happy to meet your parents–vigorously shaking your father’s hand, and placing a delicate kiss upon your mother’s knuckles. Your mother looks like she wants to die.

“I can see where my cara mia gets their good looks from, now.” Wink. Subtle, Nihil. Subtle.

Insists on saying grace instead of your father. You keep one eye open as Papa Nihil says his infernal version of grace to find your father staring at him like he wants to kill him. Your mother might actually faint.

Your father would pull you aside and demand to know what the hell is going on, who have you brought into their house?!

Papa Nihil is left alone with your mother. “You have a lovely home.”

The two of you end up having to leave early because your boyfriend said it would look even better with a picture of Lucifer on the wall instead of the cross hanging there, and your mother burst into tears. Nihil doesn’t understand why they got so upset–it was an honest suggestion!

Papa I:

Isn’t wary at all going to see your parents. On the contrary, he sees it as an opportunity to get some new converts! It’s never too late to have a change of heart, after all.

He dresses modestly, greets them respectfully, and isn’t phased by their faith.

Your parents love him.

That is, until he starts going on about what a wonderful student of the dark arts you are.

“Truly, I have never met such a studious disciple of our lord Lucifer,” he praises as your father chokes on his mashed potatoes. “and I am honored to have them by my side.”

He takes your hand in his and smiles softly at you. You smile back, and kiss him, right there, in front of your parents. It’s pretty chaste, but you still have both parents glaring daggers at you from across the table.

Papa I would want to debate Christianity with them, but neither your mother or father would let him get a word out, talking over him and raising their voices. His brow furrows–truth be told, he’s a little annoyed. But he never yells; he just keeps talking.

Like Nihil, you have to leave early. Papa I sighs. He can’t say he expected any differently. But at least the two of you got dinner out of it.

Papa II (slightly +18!):

Doesn’t want to go. He’s vocal about that. “Yes, that’s how I want to spend an evening–being condescended to about my religion.” You’ve told him how awful your parents are, he knows what he’s in for if he says yes.

You beg, though, and eventually agree to do That One Thing He Likes the next time you’re alone together if he’ll come with you. That gets him to relent.

Wears a nice suit for the occasion (and he left the sunglasses at home!), and is polite enough when meeting your parents. You can tell both of them are judging him for how ‘worldly’ he looks, but it doesn’t seem to faze him.

Rolls his eyes when grace is said.

Does that thing where if you say “Dad, please pass the salt?” both your father and he reach for it. II always gets it first, passing it gently over to you. “There you go, caro.”

Papa II lets you do the talking and figuring out how to describe the church services. He would legit start feeling you up under the table while you’re speaking, not seeming to notice your little squeaks and reddening cheeks.

The whole time, he does not break eye-contact with your father. It’s a power move, plain and simple. This child is not one of you anymore. They are ours. Mine.

The nail in the coffin is when you don’t stop Papa’s hands, in spite of how angry you see your father getting. You can’t deny the little thrill you feel at seeing the man who made your childhood a nightmare so furious.

The pair of you make yourselves scarce pretty quickly after that. You sit beside him in the limo, red in the face while Papa sips a glass of champagne.

“I think that went well, caro. You should invite me more often.”

Papa III (slightly +18!):

Unlike his brother, Papa III is ecstatic to go and meet your parents! Even knowing how they are. You get the sinking feeling that he’s planning something (which he absolutely is). At the same time, though, you’re curious as to what he has in mind…

He’s dressed like a youth group pastor when the two of you go to dinner, and is a proper gentleman when greeting your parents.

…then dinner gets started, and they start asking him questions like where you two met.

“Oh, I saw them across the room while I was conducting a black mass, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them!”

Your mother chokes on her chicken, and your father gapes. You nudge him in the ribs, hard, but he continues.

“Il mio tesoro is so devout…so eager to get on their knees and take communion…” he purrs, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Papa….!” you can’t help but giggle. The two of you kiss, and it is considerably less chaste than Papa I’s. Both your parents are staring at you like you just stabbed the family pet.

It all goes downhill from there. The breaking point is when everyone is washing up and Papa III passes your father, whispering something offhandedly as he goes to do his part.

“Your child calls me ‘daddy,’ too.”

Ten minutes later he’s nursing a black eye in the back of the limo, and you’re putting ice on it as one of the ghouls drive you home. But Papa III is laughing his head off, and honestly? You’re smiling as well.

“Did–did you see the look on his face, carina? Oh! It was priceless! Hahaha!”

“I hope you enjoyed that…this is definitely going to bruise…”

“Worth it.”

Cardinal Copia:

He’s very nervous, honestly. Copia is painfully aware of your parents’ expectations, and that Christianity and Theistic Satanism do not mix well!

But you tell him not to worry so much. You’re just going so they get off your case for awhile. He doesn’t have to impress them.

Dresses impeccably, greets your parents awkwardly but respectfully, and even bows his head during grace (while internally apologizing to Lucifer and hoping He’ll forgive him).

He manages to be vague enough on his job and what he does that your parents don’t catch onto him. Honestly? They don’t hate him, which is saying something.

They don’t think he has a great personality, but he is a Cardinal…a respectful position. Copia can live with that.

It’s when they start picking at you that he has a problem.

Listening to your parents make sly jabs at you and nitpicking about everything you do infuriates him. Lucifer help them if they get started on your weight.

You learned a long time ago to just grit your teeth and bear it, but it still hurts. And Copia can see that.

It gets to the point where he begins to speak up when they do it. “Well, I think mio topolino looks fine the way they are.”

“I think they’re at just the right size.”

“Wasn’t there something in the Bible about not judging others?”

You gape when he pulls that one out. His voice is sharp, his eyes are narrow, and the levels of passive-aggression are off the charts.

It startles the hell out of your parents, too. Your mother would weakly claim they’re just trying to help, only to be cut off by Copia again.

“No. No, no no. You are not helping. You are being condescending.”

He’s trembling, but glaring at the pair of them. He doesn’t stop there.

“This person is the most kind, wonderful, loving angelo I have ever met, and they are not enough for you? You don’t even deserve to bask in their presence!”

He slams down his silverware, making everyone at the table jump.

“Come, topolino.” He gathers you in his arms and escorts you out the door. “We have better things to do.”

By the time you’re in the car, Copia is breathing heavily running a hand through his hair, and you’re staring in awe at your boyfriend.

“…holy shit…” you murmur.

Copia nods, gulping.

“Copia…you…you didn’t have to say all of that for me…”

“Yes. Yes I did.” He looks over at you, looking you right in the eyes. “I meant every word. Tu sei il mio mondo, topolino.”

An overwhelming wave of love for this man washes over you. You pull him into a deep, passionate kiss, one that he readily reciprocates.

He means the world to you.

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moistwithgender · 6 years ago

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(Overdue) Media round-up (January 2019)

Feb’s almost over and I was gonna write about what I’ve processed when I realized I only posted about the anime I watched, I think? So this is a catch-up post for manga and games, before the end of this month in a few days. If you want to read the January anime round-up, it’s in my “curry watches anime” tag.

Games:

Puresabe’s 2019 New Year Rockman Hack (NES): Puresabe does one of these every year and they are always pretty hard! But I think the last few years have been much more balanced than their older projects. They are always just boss fights, but with complex patterns and sometimes multiple phases. Being just a boss fight (or two) means they are super short, but you will spend most of your time learning them. Also there are no checkpoints, so every death means you’re back to phase one. It’s very fun when it’s a good hack, and this was a good hack. I had a very rough start to the year and considered giving up, but went back and beat it, for good fortune in the new year. (Beaten 1/2/19)

The 2nd Super Robot Wars (NES): I decided 2019 would be the year I got into SRW, and so I started here, because the first game actually has no hard plot. I enjoyed it to a point, but the difficulty climbs to an absurd degree, and I wish I’d cut my losses and just youtubed it. The game allows you to save at any time during a turn, and resetting the console means it recycles the RNG and you can get different luck. This is...required. Most of the way into the game, I was having to reset twenty times in a row per unit action, just to make sure I could survive an enemy attack, or successfully hit an enemy. The funniest thing is that when I finally beat this, I almost immediately started up one of the later games, so clearly the kernel of value was visible to me through all that bullshit. (Beaten 1/13/19)

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate: World of Light (Switch): I had been chomping at the bit for what felt like forever just to play this mode of this game, and not only was it good, it surpassed my expectations multiple times. This mode has a lot of twists for something that mostly implies narrative, or otherwise ignores it. I’m the rare person who mostly plays Smash Bros solo because I have NO FRIENDS, and this was worth the price of admission for me. I don’t consider Smash Ultimate itself beaten yet because I haven’t beaten Classic Mode on 9.9 difficulty yet. I have finished with 9.8, like, four times. Please kill me. (Beaten 1/18/19)

PaRappa the Rapper (PSP): While taking care of my cat, I found an opportunity to actually use my PSP for the first time since...2008 or 09? When I bought it secondhand? Jesus. Anyway, it turns out that PaRappa actually has absurd input detection and an equally hard to parse system for what counts as “freestyling”, which ultimately results in a final stage where you’re...required to play notes that are completely unrelated to what it says to do on-screen? I still beat the game (in a single sitting, too. it’s short), but I was pretty frustrated. Greenblat’s aesthetic is iconic, and the songs are very fun to listen to (this game has maybe the only potty humor I actually enjoyed), but the game part is actually the problem. (Beaten 1/25/19)

Patapon (PSP): I played PaRappa spontaneously, but I’ve actually meant to play the Patapon series for quite a while. This is less a song-performing rhythm game and more of an action/strategy type of rhythm game where you consistently keep a beat to keep morale up. It’s pretty good, but missions can be 3-6 minutes of consecutively hitting four notes and then waiting four notes, and while that itself sounds doable, I am just terrible at rhythm and messed up a lot of good opportunities. The difficulty curve in this is high in the beginning, lowers over time, before hitting a huge spike and then being a cakewalk for the last four or so missions. There’s also a lot of grinding, which means this rhythm game came out to almost a 16 hour run. A bit tiring. Not sure when I’ll jump on Patapon 2, but I hope it’s easier to play, since my impetus for picking up the series was the intro FMV for the third game. (Beaten 1/30/19)

Games beaten in January: 5 Games beaten in 2019 thus far: 5

Manga:

Getter Robo Vol 2 (Finished): I didn’t feel like plowing through 51 episodes of the old 70s anime, so I decided to just read the much shorter, and somewhat unrelated manga. In the show, the heroes are what they are, heroes. Likable mains for kids to watch on Saturday mornings. In the manga, as per Go Nagai’s influence (and the main author, Ken Ishikawa, who I LOVE and who was Nagai’s assistant), the heroes are violent asshole moron sociopath terrorists who gradually become more unhinged as they are exposed to the very radiation that powers the machine they use to fight dinosaurs (though said gradual descent is more of a thing in the later manga/OVAs). Also, the villains are dinosaurs. Turns out they had the original ancient civilization and Getter Rays chased them into the Earth’s core and they want to planet back. That’s Getter Robo! It’s very good.

Getter Robo G Vol 1-3 (Finished): This is kind of more of the same as the first, and again, I didn’t want to watch the 39 episodes, I wanted the primer so I could play SRW. As I’ve approached the later games, it turns out they prefer to take influence from the shows, not the manga. Oops! Whatever. In this sequel, it turns out the Dinosaur Empire was a pawn or something to It Was Aliens, the Hyakki Empire, and it’s...more of the same. In both the GR and GR G mangas, I found the occasional chapter with wildly different art, and I figured that those were Ishikawa’s gorgeous art, and the majority was Nagai’s. But, I’m not sure, and I wonder if those were revised or extra chapters done years later. Idk. Anyway, they are both very fun reads, even if they serve more as primers of the lore.

Shin Getter Robo Vol 1-2 (Finished): HERE’s where things start to get really good, and surreal, and bleak. This manga is not adapting a tv series (though later OVAs would reference it. This manga is actually I think where a lot of the inspiration for Gurren Lagann came from, and if you like that series, you should read this to see the connection. I can’t really explain without spoiling either (though if in 2019 you don’t know what happens in Gurren, you are super lucky and need to go watch it all asap). NOTE, this takes place after the 7 volume Getter Robo Go manga, which has a show but I think is unrelated, but more importantly is probably the BEST Getter Robo series. I read that before knowing a thing about Getter and still loved it (though I think having context will really benefit it). GR Go is the biggest justification for getting into the series. If any friends of mine want to look into this series, I’ll actually help give them a guide. Interestingly, the most modern Getter series (of which the most recent was in 2004 (please come back)) all take reference from the darker mangas, not the old 70s show.

Mazinger Z Vol 1-5 (Finished): I think Go Nagai’s works are weird, melodramatic, gross, and just kinda badly drawn. They are great experiences, if you go in with a grain of salt and also avoid the *most* transgressive ones. Don’t google Iron Virgin Jun. Just. Don’t do it. Devilman is probably his best work, but Mazinger Z is another series with a much more famous long-running 70s cartoon (92 episodes!!!) and burned itself into the nostalgia of Japan. Whereas Devilman eventually becomes traumatizing, Mazinger Z is pretty laid back and goofy, while also being Nagai’s brand of The Most Dramatic Thing Ever. If you follow me, you might’ve seen me post pages in my manga tag. It’s a LOT. Though, actually, I don’t think this manga is all that great. It can be *really* funny, but I don’t even remember if the series actually ends. If you read one or two volumes and want to put it down, I think you’re safe to. You got most of the lore. The biggest events seem to take place in later series that I haven’t delved into yet.

UFO Robo Grendizer Vol 1 (Finished): I actually haven’t been able to find anywhere to read Great Mazinger, the sequel series, so I skipped to Grendizer, which is the second sequel. It’s pretty unrelated continuity-wise, so it’s easy to pick up. This is only one volume and yeah they really just want you to watch the 74 episode show, but I’m good. Still, this is a fun book, and Nagai throws in his batshit ideas. The main character is an alien prince whose tragic backstory is literally that the villain kidnapped his younger siblings and all the country’s children and just! Dropped them all from the sky to their death in the middle of the city! And they don’t censor it! GO NAGAI! I really need to read the autobio manga Gekiman because of what snippets I’ve seen, Nagai is actually a super mild-mannered dude who doesn’t really get where his ideas cross lines. If you want to say “oh that’s just wacky Japan”, it’s really not, he was public enemy #1 with parents all over the country for a long time.

Super Robot Retsuden Vol 1 (Finished): This is a single volume crossover of Nagai super robot IPs including Mazinger Z, Getter Robo, Great Mazinger, Grendizer, and Steel Jeeg (a guy who’s more Ultraman-adjacent than super robot), and there’s no real plot beyond “oh no new bad guy! buy the toys, kids!” It’s throwaway, and I mostly read it to see who Jeeg is without getting into his own series. Also, it was drawn by Ishikawa, so I felt a bit obligated. His art is just so pretty.

Lucifer and the Biscuit Hammer Vol 1 (and maybe 2?): Satoshi Mizukami is a godly storyteller who uses the language of shonen to tell deeply mature and introspective stories for adults and if you follow my posts you might remember me gushing about Spirit Circle and Planet With. I actually haven’t touched this series since February started but I need to get back in because the first two volumes out of ten are amazing (warning, though: there’s a pet death and it’s real sudden and was hard for me to handle). Please read Mizukami’s works.

Manga volumes read in January: 14-15 Manga volumes read in 2019 thus far: 14-15

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Okay that’s everything. I wrote a lot more than I expected to. If you read all that, thanks. If you are interested in any of the things I wrote about, great! If you decide to play through SRW2, don’t, stop, don’t do that. In a few days I’ll be writing about a much better SRW game.

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infinitefandomimagines · 7 years ago

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Cambion - Jack Kline

Request: Jack x reader where the reader is a Cambion and Crowley’s daughter and no one except Jack trusts the reader when she says she loves him because Cas and the Winchesters think she is trying to use Jack to get the throne back and she says that she’s not like them and lists off all of the things they used her father for without thanking him. (Jack and refer fluff with BAMF reader to everyone else)

WARNINGS: LANGUAGE, FIGHTING, DEAN BEING AN ASSHOLE

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Along with Lucifer's son, another monstrosity had come into creation just a month before. A baby girl named Y/N, with the genes from a waitress at a diner, and the King of Hell himself, Crowley. A Cambion. A cross between a Demon and a human.

The King of Hell had brought a daughter into existence, meant to be the heir to the throne when he was long gone. But he had developed a connection with his daughter, caring for her more than he thought he could ever care for anyone.

He protected her from the angels who wanted her dead, and he told her stories of the Winchesters. Telling her that if anything ever happened to him, to find the brothers, saying that they would protect her.

No matter how rapidly she grew, she was still his baby girl. And when the day did come that Crowley met his end, his last words to the Winchetser's were: "Keep my little girl safe."

She had felt it, felt her father's heart stop beating, and she knew it was time to find the brothers her father had told her so much about.

The Winchesters, of course, did not trust the Cambion, instantly assuming her as evil and manipulative. They had tried to keep her in a devils trap, but she easily walked right out of it.

The boys had even discussed killing her multiple times, only to be stopped by the fact that Y/N could easily take them and defend herself.

Upon finding the Winchesters, Y/N also found Jack, a Nephlim, and the son of Lucifer himself. The two bonded quickly, and even developed feelings for one another, and no matter how many times Sam and Dean warned Jack about Y/N, claiming her true intentions were to use him to get back to the Throne of Hell, he never once believed them.

When Cas had come back from the dead, he instantly rejected Y/N, and the idea of his son being involved with Crowley's daughter. He shared the same view as the Winchesters about the situation, yet still, this did not affect Jack or Y/N one bit.

Y/N and Jack. Both beings of extrodinary power, destined for evil. They were inseparable since they met.

That was until Jack ran away, leaving the brothers and Y/N chasing wild leads to track him down.

PRESENT DAY

"Aren't you good for something? I mean you're seriously telling me you can't track him?" Dean said, frustration dripping from his words.

"You don't think I've tried that about a hundred times, he won't let me through, if I knew where he was, we'd be there right now?" I shot back.

"You know what, I bet you know exactly where he is, but you're keeping it from us so you can use him as a bargaining chip to get back to the Throne of Hell." Dean spat, standing up and walking over to me, getting a little too close in an attempt to intimidate me.

I pushed him back, strong enough to make him stumble, but I held back to keep from throwing him across the room. "I care about Jack, more than either of you will ever know, there is no way I'd ever do anything to hurt him."

"Oh please, you're just like your father, cold, incapable of love, evil-" before he could say anything else I had him pinned against the wall, Sam had his gin trained on me in an instant. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK OF MY FATHER THAT WAY!"

"You don't love Jack, he doesn't even love you, he's just a confused boy who is looking for a friend, your little "relationship" is just a phase."

I could feel my body quaking with rage as I held out my hand and made Sam's gun fly across the room and into my hand. I pressed the tip into the skin under Dean's jaw.

"Dean!" Sam yelled out, grabbing a Demon knife and readying himself, though both knew the knife wouldn't work on me.

"Should I remind you do the countless times you lied to my father and used him for your own personal gain, not once thinking of how it would affect him. He had lost his spot on the Throne and the respect of all who reside in Hell because he chose to help you. He is dead, because of you!" I yelled the last part.

I dropped the gun and backed away from Dean, giving Sam a look, telling him he can put away the knife.

"Do not, tell me what my intentions are when you don't even know the first thing about me. I love Jack, and nothing you say will ever change that."

That was the first time I had ever admitted that I loved Jack, stunning both me and the Winchesters. We all stood there staring at each other for a good minute or two, "Can we just focus on finding this dream walker so we can find Jack?" I said, breaking the silence.

Same cleared his throat, "I actually, um, found something, it's a rehab center, I think a Jack may be there looking for her."

"Then let's get off our asses," I said, grabbing my jacket and walking out the door, the boys following.

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Dean, Sam, and I made out way through the rehab center, asking people if they had seen Jack, which lead us to the back door, and sure enough there he was, trying to talk to the dream walker.

"Jack!" I yelled, getting his attention, his face seemed to light up for a second, before he was knocked to the ground by the dream walker.

Sam helped Jack up from the ground, who looked at me immediately, smiling.

His smile held as I walked to him. "You idiot!" I yelled at him, "Do you have any idea how worries I was!" Jack was still smiling despite my yelling.

"Do you think this is funny? You could have been killed! Have you any idea how many angels and demons are after you!? I mean how could one be so stu-"

Jack cut my rant short by placing his lips on mine for a short and sweet kiss. "I missed you too," he said, that stupid smile still on his face.

"You're such a beautiful idiot," I said, before wrapping my arms around him and burrying my head in his chest. Jack wrapped his arms around my waist, and whispered into my hair, "I love you too."

I looked up at him, confused, "But I never-"

"You didn't have to," He responded.

"Well I'm going to anyways," I said, smiling, "I love you."

SAM'S P.O.V

"Maybe they're more human than we thought," I said, looking at Dean.

"I still don't like it, and I know Cas sure as hell wont either." He replied. "I don't either, but they're two of the most power beings to exist, I doubt we have a choice."

I cast my gaze back at the young couple, still in a tight embrace, a thought crossing my mind. Maybe they really did love each other.

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gregoryjdillerblr · 4 years ago

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Ranking all 15 Pink Floyd studio albums, from worst to best.

Those that know me well know Pink Floyd is my all time favorite band. I grew up listening to classic rock, thanks to my parents. My childhood band was Van Halen, and my mother pretty much bought me the entire Van Halen collection, both Roth and Hagar eras. I then went through phases when I was around 12 years old, and I began to listen to a lot Metallica more. And at 15, I began to listen a lot of of more of 80s New Wave, particularly A Flock of Seagulls, which most people in my personal life always picked on me for it, asking “How the hell did you go from Metallica to A Flock of Seagulls?” I’ve always heard Pink Floyd songs, but because my parents were huge fans, that meant I wasn’t a huge fan. I grew up that way: whatever your parents don’t like you don’t like.

But of course, you find your identity while growing up, naturally liking art that you actually once hated because of your influence. I didn’t really listened to Pink Floyd until I was around 17ish, liking the songs from the Whale (a radio station based in Binghamton, NY) that played classic rock songs. It was here that I’ve heard songs like “Run Like Hell,” “Mother,” “Time,” “Comfortably Numb,” “Learning to Fly,” and the more obscured, underrated PF track “One Slip.” It wasn’t until I was 18 (I was still in high school) when I got home from school that my mother had bought The Wall for me, a more surprised gift. From then, I was really hooked from Pink Floyd, asking my mother to get me The Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, and The Division Bell, all on that order. By that time I got The Division Bell, I knew Pink Floyd was becoming my new favorite band. Though I explored bands like Led Zeppelin and The Church and Rush afterwards, Pink Floyd, to this very day, 11 years later, are still my favorite.

They opened the sub rock genre Progressive Rock for me. I explored bands like Yes, Rush and Genesis, despite I’ve heard their songs on the radio and seen some of their videos on VH1 Classic, but never bothered to dig into their catalogue till a few years later after listening to Pink Floyd.

I’ve listened to all their 15 studio albums, and this list is about the albums that I keep going back to. Please keep in mind this is my personal taste. There is no right or wrong answers to ranking albums. It’s all about opinions and what you like in the end. I know I might piss off other PF fans with my ranking, but, guys, we all have our favorites, don’t we? Every PF fan has their own album rankings, of course. Here is mine.

15. Ummagumma, 1969. Ummagumma is perhaps Pink Floyd’s most experimental album, and one I truly distaste. It’s a double album, with the first disc is a set of live tracks (which, honestly, I barely listen to because of the sound quality) while the second disc is the actual studio album. PF was lost without Syd Barrett, the true original founder of the band. Each band member then produced their own songs without the influence from the other members. What we get is a mess, and some songs are either boring to listen to or just God awful. Most of it is instrumental, but the ones I like are Roger Water’s “Grantchester Meadows” and David Gilmour’s “The Narrow Way, Pt.3,” which happened to be the only two songs on the entire album that have lyrics. Roger’s other track, “Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving with a Pict” is a bizarre tune that is only done by sound effects by Water’s voice, making chipmunk like noises, and tapping on the microphone at various speeds, with Roger speaking in an exaggerated Scottish burr near the end of the song. The tune is more amusing because it’s rather a funny track to listen to, while Richard Wright’s tracks “Sysyphus (parts 1--4)” and Nick Mason’s “ The Grand Vizier's Garden Party (parts 1--3)” aren’t a joy, just a mess of sounds that I find skipping over and never listen to.

14. A Saucerful of Secrets, 1968. Pink Floyd’s second album, one that introduced David Gilmour after Syd Barrett was beginning to take too much LSD and became very unpredictable. What we get with this second album are lost musicians without a leader, and the sound often jumps around, from forgettable piano driven tracks to the more washed out, space like organ sounds that really isn’t a joy to listen to, to a very bizarre track full of jazz instruments that Syd Barrett sings his only track at the very end of the album. Roger’s track “Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun” (this song is the only one that has all five members playing, according to Gilmour) and “Corporal Clegg” are the two standouts for me, with the latter hinting of what’s to come with Roger’s anti war lyrics, and Gilmour’s choppy, wah guitar effects hints of what’s to come.

13. More, 1969. Yes, Pink Floyd’s 1968 and ‘69 albums don’t really do anything for me. More is a soundtrack to the French film of the same title. However, More hints of a more calibrated work of the group, and despite that some tracks are more over the place than others, what we get with More is a much more standard album than a band trying to experiment. Songs like “The Nile Song” and “Ibiza Bar” are two heavy hitting PF songs while “The Crying Song” and “Green is the Colour” are softer ballads. Perhaps the best known track from this album is “Cymbaline.” “More Blues” and “Dramatic Theme” just scratch the surface of Gilmour’s incredible, Blues inspired guitar playing style. The album can do without the seven minute track “Quicksilver,” which is nothing but Rick Wright coming up with eerie organ soundscapes that are rather boring than they are affective.

12. The Final Cut, 1983. The post Wall album, The Final Cut sees Roger Waters in complete control, who has become a very egocentric, over baring bastard that this album was PF’s most difficult album to record. Roger has kicked Rick Wright out, since he felt Rick wasn’t contributing anything to the band. What we get with The Final Cut is the only PF album without Richard Wright, and a mess of an album that is trying to find its identity after the success of The Wall. In fact, most of these tracks were based of cut out tracks from the previous album, with David Gilmour arguing Roger that these songs weren’t any good at the time, why should they be good now. Gilmour himself only sung one track, the epic, hard hitting “Not Now John” that has the most f-bombs in any PF song, though Roger does take over in certain spots here and there. For me, the best songs on this album are “Your Possible Pasts,” “The Final Cut,” “Not Now John,” and the album closer “Two Suns in the Sunset” (this song was difficult for Nick for its odd timing, and Roger brought in a session drummer to fill in the spot) while the other tracks don’t do anything for me. Roger felt this was the last PF album, but I honestly glad it wasn’t.

11. The Endless River, 2014. For twenty years, The Division Bell was truly the last PF studio album. However, David and Nick went through their secret vault of recorded but unleashed tracks from The Division Bell. Their focused was to bring Richard Wright’s playing more in the forefront, wanting their audience to hear how important his sound was for the band. David and Nick rerecorded and modernized some parts on these songs, including David adding more guitar and lyrics to their farewell, goodbye song “Louder Than Words,” which I honestly still feel it’s a very underrated track. 99% of this album is instrumental. Majority of this album makes up from one plus minute tracks, which seem more filler than anything. Nevertheless, another song that shines is “It’s What We Do,” which is the most “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” inspired track PF has done in years, and one that brings Wright’s sound to the forefront as Gilmour and Mason intended.

10. The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, 1967. Pink Floyd’s first album, and the one that only has Syd Barrett as a lead singer and without David Gilmour. This album was recorded at Abbey Road Studios, where The Beatles was recording Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band next door, which Pink Floyd visited, and the two bands influenced each other. Syd Barrett was a much more character driven lyricist, and his songs were more based of fairy tales, hence the title of the album. The album itself is a bit unbalanced, as the later half becomes a folky, acoustic guitar driven album as the first half was a psychedelic rock trip. Most of the songs here was sung by Barrett, while Wright provides some second lead vocals in certain songs. This album showcases that the band is indeed experimenting, playing walls of sounds, but a bit more focused compared to their three follow ups. My favorite tracks are “Astronomy Domine,” “Lucifer Sam,” “Matlida Mother,” “Pow R. Toc H.,” and “Chapter 24.”

9. Atom Heart Mother, 1970. It is here, in this spot, where it’s difficult for me to rank, as these albums are my personal favorites from the Floyd. However, I feel this album is right for it’s spot, since I find myself drawn to the other top 8 more in the recent years. I still believe this album is underrated and underappreciated. Even the band themselves have stated that they hate this album. Atom Heart Mother’s concept is soundtrack to a film that doesn’t exist. The epic, 23 minute title track sounds exactly like a movie, with full on brass sections and choirs that were composed by Ron Geesin. “If” is a Roger Waters’ ballad with a beautifully haunting slide guitar from Gilmour and slowly becomes a rock driven tune near the end. Richard Wright takes turns to lead in “Summer ‘68,” which is about a one night stand Rick had with a groupie, perhaps haunted by the very act he’s done. The song starts with a piano ballad structure that goes on full horn and funky acoustic chops by Gilmour. Gilmour than leads “Fat Old Sun,” which every instrument was done by Gilmour, including the drums. It’s another acoustic ballad that slowly becomes a rock oriented track, with Gilmour reflecting on summer. The album ends with “Alan’s Psychedelic Breakfast,” which the whole concept centers around Pink Floyd’s roadie, Alan Styles, making breakfast. The middle song of this three part based track, in itself calls “Sunny Side Up,” is my personal favorite part of the entire song, with David overdubbing two beautiful acoustic guitars as well as a another haunting slide guitar work. The whole song was inspired by water dripping out of a faucet.

8. Obscured By Clouds, 1972. Another soundtrack for a film, Obscured By Clouds is the often forgotten, underrated album that is stuck between ‘71′s Meddle and the most successful PF album, The Dark Side of the Moon. By Meddle, Pink Floyd has found its sound after the downfall of Syd Barrett. Obscured By Clouds showcases Gilmour’s guitar in the forefront. Both Gilmour and Waters become the two leads for the band, though Rick Wright does offer the wah driven, piano balled, “Stay.” “Burning Bridges” is sung by both Gilmour and Wright, who duet in “Echoes” on their previous album but now take turns for the lead, hinting the song “Time” on DSOFTM. “The Gold It’s in the...” is one of the very few PF tracks that doesn’t have Rick Wright playing, as it is a funk, harder driven track sung by Roger. Gilmour offers “Childhood’s End,” which is loosely based off a 1953 science fiction novel of the same name by Arthur C. Clarke. “Free Four” is a “Spirt in the Sky” inspired track with dark undertones. Part of it is an antiwar song, where Roger sings about the death of his father for the first time, an reoccurring theme that will play out in future albums like The Wall and The Final Cut. “Mudmen” is an instrumental track that is very similar to “Burning Bridges,” but here David provides some haunting guitar riffs and slide effects. The album closes with “Absolutely Curtains,” which Roger provides an incoherent shout as the song slowly builds and fades into one of Wright’s most beautiful organ textured sounds.

7. A Momentary Lapse of Reason, 1987. Some fans will put this as their worst PF album, but it’s honestly one of my absolutely favorites. It was originally going to be David’s third solo album, but with the disappointed sales of his first two, EMI wanted to be a Pink Floyd album. Most of the tracks were pre recorded by the time Gilmour called Mason in. It marks the return of Richard Wright, who Gilmour had to fight for because of the contract that Roger had written he shouldn’t return in the band. Gilmour was also battling Roger Waters, who was fighting to have the name Pink Floyd remove, thinking the band was done for good. Obviously, Roger had lost, and David had the right to use Richard as a “guest” musician and kept the Pink Floyd name. Like I’ve said, most of these songs were already developed. Nick and Richard provide their sounds in rerecordings. David has had admitted he isn’t a lyricist, and though he might not be as good as Waters, he nevertheless provided a couple of radio classics, such as “Learning to Fly” and “On the Turning Away.” “Dogs of War” and “One Slip” are underrated gems, and “Sorrow” became a live favorite for Gilmour’s heavy fuzz guitar riffs in the beginning of the track. While I do agree the overall sound is a bit outdated and heavily influenced by the current 80s music, AMLOR is nevertheless an album, for me at least, that showcases that Gilmour kept the band going full speed ahead.

6. The Division Bell, 1994. Originally titled as “The Big Spliff,” which was thought to be a near full instrumental double album, Gilmour, Mason and Wright find themselves doing old school ways of how they used to do songs back in the early 70s: by working together. Though other musicians did help the Floyd, the three find themselves coming up riffs that they soon realized it was just too good to be just instrumentals. Polly Samson, a novelist who would become David Gilmour’s wife, provides a lot of lyrics for the album. What we get with The Division bell instead is a reflection of looking back. Not only lyrically but musically, as the Division Bell is full of sounds that PF has done in the past. “Marooned” is a Bluesy guitar driven track that haunts after a listen. “A Great Day of Freedom” is indeed about the collapse of the Berlin Wall, however, one can view that it’s also about David moving on from Roger, suggesting the opening line “On the day the wall came down” may be David singing he feels free from Roger’s toxin influence. “What Do You Want From Me” is the heaviest, Blues inspired track on the album that is about no matter how hard you try to please a certain person, you really can’t, and you have to wonder if Polly wrote this for David on his history with Roger. “Poles Apart” is a beautifully written, DADGAD ballad with slide guitar and a killer solo at the end. Though the song may have a carnival like music in the middle that may drag the song, it’s still nevertheless a brilliant, underrated track. “Take It Back,” “Coming Back to Life” and “Keep Talking” are perhaps the three highlights, back to back, while “Lost For Words” is a “Wish You Were Here” inspired ballad that reflects past relationships. Of course, the album epic closer “High Hopes” is really about looking into the past and try moving forward, without the consequences of your past haunting you in the near future. Till this day, I still feel this album is underappreciated, as for twenty years it was PF’s last studio effort.

5. The Wall, 1979. My first Pink Floyd album, and one that really got me into the band. To be honest, I have a love and hate relationship with The Wall. It’s a classic album, nonetheless, but I cannot help but feel that without the key classic tracks, The Wall is actually a poor album with a lot of filler. Of course, with classic songs like “Another Brick in the Wall, Pt.2″ “In the Flesh?,” “Mother” “Goodbye Blue Sky,” “Young Lust,” “Hey You,” “Comfortably Numb,” “Run Like Hell” and “Waiting for the Worms” really save this album for me, as I tend to think most of these tracks are filler, practically the under two minute tracks. Nevertheless, I did grow into liking a couple of songs. “The Show Must Go On” is a very underrated track that should have been longer than it is. “The Trial” was a difficult track to listen to for the first time, but over the years I grow to like, somewhat. The Wall isn’t a bad album, but I do agree that the first half is stronger than the second half. Now knowing it tells a story (rather a strange one), it tells the story of Roger Water’s father’s death in WWII, and how the main character, Pink Floyd, becomes a drug addict whose behavior becomes unpredictable, which was based off seeing Syd Barrett’s downfall. The album is full of history, one that is inspired of Roger spitting on a fan after the fan threw beer on him. Roger than wanted to isolate the band from the audience, and the idea of The Wall was born. However, Richard Wright didn’t like the idea of having a wall being built between the band and the audience, Roger grew hatred for Wright, accusing him not to come up with any material, eventually firing him from the band. The Wall is indeed a classic, though I do find certain tracks bring it down while the radio classics really help the Floyd to be one of the biggest bands they are today.

4. The Dark Side of the Moon, 1973. The most well known and successful Pink Floyd album. Dark Side of the Moon was influenced when the band finally found their sound from 1971′s success, Meddle, particularly the 23 minute track “Echoes.” The band then wanted to further explore, with Roger coming up the band’s fully first concept album. The concept itself is about life, with the album starting out with Nick Mason mimicking a heartbeat with the bass drum. “Breathe (In the Air)” is a brief track about existence, while the heavily synth driven “On the Run” deals with fear, often about a man running away from an airplane. “Time” reflects how live itself is short, and you should use your limited time on Earth wisely. “The Great Gig in the Sky” is about death, as Clare Torry sings her finest, wordless roar as a grieving woman. “Money” is about greed and how corporations and governments are always thirsty for money while those that work hard are often struggling to make end’s meet. “Us and Them,” one of my all time favorite Floyd tracks, is another antiwar song that is sung by David in a haunting and beautiful delay effect that makes his voice echo. “Any Colour You Like” is another instrumental that is about existence while Roger takes turns to lead in the closing tracks, “Brain Damage” and “Eclipse,” with the former song about Barrett’s descent into madness and the latter about everything you see, touch, taste, smell, and feel is what you make of life and what life has to offer. This album is a classic, yet I still feel, like The Wall, a bit overrated in PF’s amazing catalogue.

3. Wish You Were Here, 1975. With the success of The Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd found themselves overwhelmed to come up with a follow up. Originally titled as “Household Objects,” Roger Waters thought it’d a be a good idea to find household objects to make music noises with. However, the idea soon became too time consuming, and Pink Floyd find themselves back at square one. It was the idea of Gilmour’s now famous guitar riff that spark. Roger recorded Gilmour in a giant empty studio, with Gilmour playing the well known riff in what soon became the classic “Shine On You Crazy Diamond.” It became apparent that, because of the success of DSOTM, Pink Floyd should pay tribute to their original founder, Syd Barrett. Roger also reflected lyrics on the music business as a whole, how their company is forcing them to come up with a successful follow up. “Welcome to the Machine” and “Have A Cigar” reflect on those themes. “Shine You Crazy Diamond” is a tribute to Syd, who, one day, came in the studio, overweight, his hair and eyebrows completely shaven off, and barely unrecognizable. It was David who then saw this stranger was indeed Syd Barrett, and the man quickly left soon afterward, shocking the band. Wish You Were Here met some criticism when it was released, stating that the band didn’t find any new ground. However, it soon gain an occult following. David has stated this is his personal favorite PF album.

2. Animals, 1977. Another concept album. By this time, it became apparent that Roger was the leading lyricist, and this album shows that Roger was beginning to take over the sound of PF as well, as he leads most of the songs instead of David. Roger saw the punk rock movement, their hatred in Progressive Rock sound, and knew the band should get heavier and grittier. He took this idea and based it off the George Orwell’s classic novel Animal Farm, giving certain types individuals and classes animalistic metaphors. We got the backstabbing businessmen as “Dogs,” a seventeen minute track which Gilmour receives the only other song writer in a Roger Waters driven album. Gilmour in fact sings the first half of the song, providing his only sung lyrics of the entire album. “Pigs (Three Different Ones)” is about the rich men and their greed, an eleven minute Bluesy track with Wright’s eerie keyboard tunes and Gilmour’s haunting guitar-scape sounds, as well as cattle bells from Mason. The most heaviest is the ten minute epic “Sheep,” about the followers who don’t want to lead, how they are mocked by the dogs. Here, Roger gives it all in his delivery while Gilmour provides funk like, edgy guitar chops that explode in the end. The album begins and end with the two parts “Pigs on the Wing,” which Roger strums an acoustic guitar and talking to listeners that we know that both we and him should care about each other, waiting for influencers to arrive, the pigs on the wing. Besides The Wall, Animals is perhaps Pink Floyd at their most “street” sounding album. It is a gritty album compared to the DSOTM and WYWH, hinting of what’s to come. Yet I am more drawn to this album because it is one of the very few PF albums that doesn’t sound like any other Floyd album. Despite I choose Gilmour over Waters, it is in Waters emotions and delivery that are highlights for me for this album, as well as the darker, grittier sound PF has ever put out.

1. Meddle, 1971. Because of their hatred of the previous albums, Pink Floyd find themselves to look for influences around them. What we got is Pink Floyd’s most folky album they ever put out. Meddle is my personal favorite Floyd album for that very reason, yet there are some harder rock stuff in songs like the opening “One of These Days” and in certain sections of “Echoes.” “A Pillow of Winds” is my all time personal favorite Floyd track. A slow acoustic ballad with slide guitar and beautifully textured organ sounds, there’s something about this song that strike it as my all time favorite from the Floyd. It’s a beautiful and a bit eerie track, which is a rare love song for the Floyd. “Fearless” is another great obscured track that is much more folk rock driven with Gilmour’s delivery on guitar riffs near the end that is a highlight for me. “San Tropez” is a Roger Waters driven track that sounds perfect in a California setting. It has that surf vibe for sure. “One of These Days” is one of the best instrumentals the Floyd has put out, with double basses done by both Gilmour and Waters, with Gilmour then kicking it overdrive with the lap steel. “Echoes” is an epic twenty three minute track that put Floyd on the map. An eerie yet beautiful track, “Echoes” is the song that the Floyd found their sound in, and got inspired by, and the rest is history. “Echoes” provides some funky moments, as well as some hard rock, and an some ambient soundscapes. The real highlight for me is when, within the 18:14 mark, is Gilmour’s most beautifully haunted arpeggio riff. I love it every time it kicks in. While Meddle was the album in which the Floyd found their sound, it is my personal favorite Floyd album, one I still think it’s very underrated in their entire catalogue.

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sihtric · 7 years ago

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The Fall of the Watchtower || One

Summary: Dean and Sam struggle to obtain information from the Nephilim, leading to certain complications.

A/N: This is my interpretation on what will happen in the 13th season. Yes, I know that Misha is signed on as a series regular for next season, but I will most likely not be adding Castiel’s return into this. Also, I know I wrote Sam a bit out of character, but it’s only to get the point across that losing family has changed him. I hope that makes sense.

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Warnings: Season 12 finale spoilers, angst, language, torture, fist fighting, attempted murder, mentions of drowning, unbeta’d – all mistakes are mine

Sam stood frozen in his place in the center of the nursery, dark eyes locked on the figure crouched low in the corner before him. His feet seemed to be rooted to the wooden planks beneath him, keeping him from stepping forward to get a better look at the yellow-eyed Nephilim.

“You’re here to kill me, aren’t you?” The Nephilim queried in a plangent, jagged voice, his hardened gaze, which resembled that of an owl’s, boring into Sam.

“No, I’m not here to kill you. My name is Sam Winchester, and I’m not going to kill you,” he spoke up after a moment of hesitation, not quite certain he believed his own words. How was he to respond to a question like that? How could he be sure he wasn’t lying to himself and the Nephilim? Would it really be worth putting him to death after they’d gone to such lengths – even lost two of their own – to protect him? Would the world really be better off without this human-angel hybrid bending it to form a biblical paradise? Perhaps it would, but perhaps there was some good that could come from the trouble he’d caused since the knowledge of his very existence had been made public, like the eye of the hurricane. Sam wasn’t sure he wanted to keep this abomination alive, but what was he to do? Mercilessly put a bullet in the Nephilim’s brain without having gathered information from him first? All these questions ran rampant through Sam’s head.

“A Winchester, huh? Did Castiel die to protect you, again?”

This question took Sam by surprise, his pragmatic demeanor deteriorating rapidly. Exactly how much did the Nephilim know already? Was it possible that the son of Lucifer – prophesied to be the very downfall of humanity – knew things that Sam did not? Things that even Dean and Cas had been oblivious to? Sam tilted his head to one side, mirroring one of his fallen angel friend’s many trademark poses. “What do you know about us Winchesters?” He asked instead, dodging the young man’s inquiry.

“Enough,” came the vague reply. It was exactly the information Sam had expected to get out of him, less than nothing. However, Sam had time on his hands that he’d be more than happy to spend gathering every last drop of information from the man in front of him. He was willing to use every weapon – from the secret arsenal in Baby’s trunk – necessary to gather what he wanted. No, what he needed.

“Tell me, what do you know?” Sam asked, his teeth clenching together so hard that they squeaked. His eyes scanned the room’s walls, landing on a decoratively painted depiction of a rainbow, adorned with the name Jack. Of all the names in the world, Kelly had named the Devil’s child Jack?

“And what makes you think I’ll tell you anything?” Jack retorted snidely. In return, Sam simply gave him a glare that said it all.

“I have my ways,” Sam assured him, his words weighed down by a hidden threat. He pushed up his sleeves and crossed his arms, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. “And I don’t care how long it takes. One way or another, I’ll get you to crack.”

“Hmm, good luck with that, Sam. I’d love to see you try,” Jack said with a mocking smirk and a flash of those horrendous yellow eyes. The derision in his voice made something inside Sam snap, like a coil springing loose after being suddenly relieved of an immense pressure. He could feel his insides boiling with loathing for this pitiful excuse of a man – well, half a man – that lurked before him. However, there was no need to contain this anger – this desire to kill – when he was around Jack. Sam could do what he wanted, cure himself of the painfully bitter resentment festering within him. The younger Winchester wasn’t sure why he even felt this way, but that didn’t matter now.

One thing was for certain. By the time Sam had his way with Jack, the poor Nephilim would be begging for mercy, a second chance to redeem himself and help the Winchesters.

As the tall hunter approached the corner, Jack sprang to his feet, and Sam’s body connected with the hybrid’s bare form. However, it barely seemed to phase him as he lifted Jack, holding him up against the wall with one hand wrapped around the Nephilim’s pale throat.

“You will tell me, you bastard.”

Dean hadn’t once moved from his place beside his fallen angel friend’s limp form, glaring at the night black angel wings that had surfaced from invisibility as if that would bring him back. His knees were beginning to ache as they rested against the pebbles and packed soil beneath him, supporting his full weight. This was something he couldn’t fix, couldn’t undo. That fateful moment in which Lucifer had plunged an angel blade into his own brethren could not be done over; there was no escaping the truth, the result of their last moment with Cas while he was alive.

It didn't take long for the sorrow within Dean to be reduced to a simple dull ache. Sure, every little thing seemed to set Dean off, but who could blame him? All the emotions he'd locked up for a while had finally resurfaced and were now crowding his head.

What hurt worse than Cas being dead was how he didn’t get to say goodbye to the angel. Instead, it had been a rather pitiful affair. As Dean replayed the events over in his mind, one thing became apparent. He and Sam were back to square one, the dreaded but equally expected result of their predicament. Well, that wasn’t quite true. At least they still had Lucifer’s son in their possession. Dean trusted his brother to beat some answers out of the Nephilim.

“Can you open the seam?” Sam demanded, his long, slim fingers curling around the handle of his knife, which rested familiarly in his large, calloused hand. When Jack didn’t respond, Sam backhanded him, feeling no remorse whatsoever for his actions. “Answer me!”

“I-I don’t know!” Jack shouted, his cheek flushed and stinging where the hunter had slapped him countless times already. It was clear that Sam was enjoying himself all the while, and he was just getting started. He had yet to use a weapon, but Jack knew that part would come soon enough. If only Jack could answer, but something deep within him told him two things. The first was plain as day; don’t let the Winchesters go alive. The second was getting harder for him to abide by with each time Sam’s firm hand collided with his cheek; don’t tell the brothers anything, even at the cost of him being tortured, even at the cost of his own life.

“Jesus, you don’t break easily, do you?” Sam remarked with a subtle chuckle.

It took a moment for Jack to think of a clever comeback to spit back, but he couldn’t think of one, instead going with an unsatisfactory silence.

“I don’t care how long you rot in that chair,” Sam warned. “Trust me, you are going to give me answers, then I’ll decide what to do with you.”

At that, the young man struggled against the restraints holding his wrists to the arms of the chair in which he was sat, eyes blazing in anger. “I’m not telling you anything, you pretentious dick.”

There was an air of new-found confidence in those words as Jack spewed them, somewhat to the amusement of Sam. He seemed to think he’d get away from all of this if he resisted, but the hunter had other plans. Nothing about what he was going to do seemed evil or something to be ashamed of.

“No, maybe not now, but soon you will be,” he smirked maniacally as he drew forward and plunged his blade swiftly into Jack’s left shoulder, eliciting a shriek from his victim’s chapped lips.

“Stop, please, stop this!” Jack pleaded, the pain he was in pooling in his eyes the way his blood was pooling into the shirt Sam had given him. The pleading was genuine, driven by the Nephilim’s suffering.

“No,” Sam repeated bluntly, eyes dark, a vicious smile playing on his lips. “In fact, you’re coming with me.”

Jack struggled in his seat again, inching away as far as he could when Sam began to untie the restraints at his wrists. His heart was beating a mile a minute. What did Sam have in store for him? Did he plan to bring Dean into the situation?

The sound of the small cabin’s back door slamming shut jerked Dean out of his thoughts. He whipped around in time to see Sam throw Kelly’s pale, spindly son to the dirt.

“Dean, he knows about us… And Cas,” Sam announced, letting out an exasperated huff of breath as he stepped away from the man writhing on the ground.

“What all does he know? Does he know about Lucifer? Mary? Crowley?”

“I don’t know. The bastard still wouldn’t speak up even after I threatened to beat the shit out of him.”

Both brothers stood in a gloomy but comfortable silence before either of them spoke up.

“So, do you trust him at all?” Dean prompted, apple green eyes narrowed as he studied Jack from a distance, his weary gaze traveling over the Nephilim’s figure. He was something else; thin and very easily breakable by the looks of him.

“No, Dean,” Sam defended. “As a matter of fact, I figured he’d be a valuable piece to have on our side of the board.”

At this, Dean snorted. “So, Cas is dead, Mom’s gone, and you want to play a game of chess? Sounds fun, but, if you haven’t already noticed, we don’t have all our pieces together, Sammy.”

The brothers’ conversation came to a halt as Jack cautiously approached Castiel’s limp form. He was slow in his actions, as if afraid to break the fallen angel. There he was; before him was the angel he had chosen, and who had chosen him as well. Without a second thought, he placed a shaking hand to Cas’s forehead and squeezed his eyes shut, channeling all his focus and energy towards the man – no, angel – that was supposed to be there for him, supposed to protect him.

“Hey!” Dean shouted angrily. “Get your damn hands away from him.”

Jack froze instantly, like an animal of prey caught in the headlights of a hunter’s truck. Dean stormed away from Sam, bracing himself to fight the Nephilim. His balled fist collided harshly with Jack’s jaw when he was close enough, and the younger man fell heavily to the ground once again, groaning in utter pain.

“Dean,” Sam warned. He knew what would come next. He’d seen it happen several times himself. When his older brother was angry, he certainly got angry, and there was nothing that could be done to fix his desire to beat the shit out of someone without actually doing so.

The anger boiling deep within Dean was unleashed in an explosive manner, resulting in his knuckles colliding many, many more times with Jack’s fragile body before the young man even bothered to fight back. Jack threw a punch up and managed to deck Dean’s cheekbone. The two men tumbled about, locked together and focused solely on one another. They continued to land hard blows on each other for a while. However, Sam didn’t bother to stop the fighting; he knew how much Dean needed a way to blow off his steam without taking it out on his younger brother. It was a need for Dean, much like that of needing to eat, drink, sleep.

Only when they grew close to the edge of the water did Sam attempt to intervene, but to no avail. Jack got the upper hand and pushed Dean down to the ground, holding him down and squeezing his throat. As the minutes ticked by, Jack’s grip loosened, and he resorted to a different tactic. He shoved Dean over the water’s edge and jumped in after him, making sure the entire time to hold Dean’s head below the surface.

The air in Dean’s lungs was depleting rapidly. His heart was beating more quickly than a jackhammer. His lungs were screaming for air. The blood running through his veins was as cold as ice, like the water all around him.

By now, he couldn’t tell which way was up. He was flailing too much, and it was hard to make sense of anything as he struggled to focus on steadying his heart rate. A sudden sharp intake of the ice-cold water had him choking, but there was nothing he could do…

Nothing…

Nothing at all…

He tumbled down to the bottom of the lake, passing foreboding depths.

He couldn’t breathe.

His mind flashed with images of the one he was holding on so weakly for.

Sammy...

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awed-frog · 8 years ago

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If not too much for ask, would made clear what was Sam's arc in season 10 and 11? It's for a fanfiction purpose

Hey - congrats on writing a story! *happy dance*

The thing is, as you can see from my ‘sam winchester’ tag, I’m not sure I understand Sam very well, and it may be snobbish of me, but I have a feeling it’s their fault, not mine. Like, since Sam’s background is more similar to my own, he should be easier to write than Dean (language, register, bookish interests - all these things are a lot more relatable to me than everything Dean is) and yet, like you, I struggle with him because we simply don’t know all that much about him.

Here is what I understand - I just hope it’ll be useful to you.

S10 was the big redemption season for Sam. Since the very beginning of the show, he was the brother who could do it on his own - the one who could live alone and make friends and have a stable relationship - and even when he and Dean were reunited (or, well, when Dean crashed into his life), Sam continued to be a lot more rational in his affection than Dean was. He was Mr It’s my choice and also Mr It was their choice, and this created a lot of tension with Dean because Dean doesn’t love like that - Dean loves like a parent does, and that means sometimes he goes against what other people want (and especially what Sam wants) because he’s convinced he knows better and he’s doing stuff for their own good (in this sense, it’s highly significant he allowed Claire to be dosed with that thing and basically kill herself). This means that sometimes they have trouble with each other, because Dean feels unloved and Sam feels smothered and disrespected. Now, coming to S10 - normally, when Dean dies/disappears, Sam fails to get him back. After S3, Dean literally found him in bed with a prostitute and sure, Sam had tried to save him, but Cas’ very presence made clear how useless those attempts had been. Sam would not have been able to rescue Dean from Hell - angels had to do it instead. Then we had the infamous S8 thing - Dean fell into Purgatory and Sam - gave up? It’s still not clear to me what happened to him and why he did what he did, but when he was confronted by both Dean and Kevin it was obvious he felt plenty guilty about it. And next there was that big Gadreel fight, and at some point Sam even stated, quite clearly, that no - if their places had been reversed, he wouldn’t have saved Dean - he would have respected Dean’s wishes instead. All this means that, normally, when Sam woke up to find this message -

- he should have backed out and left Dean to his demonic destiny. Instead, Sam doesn’t. He gets determined and stubborn and cruel, even, and shuts off his moral compass almost as completely as Dean did because he wants to get his brother back. So I would say that S10 marks the beginning of a new phase for Sam - he’s no longer fighting his life, and he’s not longer trying to get out, and he’s no longer hoping for some magical quick fix (like closing the Gates of Hell). He now knows he’ll be a hunter forever, and he’s starting to be okay with it, and he’s trying to find ways to fit a bit better into this lifestyle - to reconcile who he is with what he does, because he finally recognizes both these things are important. The first step is letting go of his convictions and try to be the person Dean would want him to be - which sounds awful, but it’s not. Like, Sam knows by now that Dean doesn’t get it - that in Dean’s book, allowing people to do anything, even sink to the bottom, because they’re adults and can make up their own minds - that’s not respecting someone’s choices, but giving up on them. So by pursuing Dean so ferociously, Sam is not doing what he himself thinks is right, but what he knows Dean would want. This journey, despite its horrendous consequences (ie, that Darkness business) is coded as positive because it ends in a reversed martyrdom scene - like it happened at the end of S5 (and S8), Sam tries to give himself up, but this time it actually works - nobody dies, Dean is cured, and the bond of love between them is stronger than ever. In fact, they start S11 on equal foot - just as Sam’s taken a step back and tried to see the world from his brother’s point of view, Dean loosens the reins a bit and finally starts to accept Sam is his own person. This time, when they separate, is not because they disagree, but because they trust each other. And, sure there are bumps here and there, but Sam also gets stronger and stronger - emboldened by the fact he’d been right in S10 and had, in fact, understood Dean better than Dean had understood himself -

(and, perhaps, more importantly, he’d been able to help and support his brother better than his supernatural allies (Crowley had misjudged the situation gravely, and Cas had almost gotten himself killed) - and this is important, because it’s something Sam had resented in the past, remember? That Dean preferred other people’s, other creatures’, company, because Sam didn’t get it and wasn’t strong enough?)

- he continues to act as his brother’s conscience as Dean is pursued by Amara - he reassures Dean, he’s there for Dean, and he believes in Dean when Dean is very close to not trusting himself any longer.

Also, S11!Sam evolves in other ways. Most significantly, after a long pause from romantic entanglements, he gives in to joyous, casual sex with a pretty nobody and even considers the possibility to settle down with someone - incredibly, someone who knows about the life, not a partner for whom he needs to become someone he’s not. With Jess, he’d been a completely artificial person (she didn’t know about the hunting, and okay, but she also didn’t know about his terrible childhood, or Dean and John); with other partners, he’d sort of accepted their worlds into himself, thereby erasing himself almost completely (he fell back into the role of bookish student with Sarah Blake, he became daring and wild and ruthless with Ruby, he fit so perfectly into Amelia’s life many of us speculated she wasn’t even a real person at at all); but now, all that is over. Now, Sam ‘either/or’ Winchester wants to find a middle ground, thinks he’s good enough that someone should love him as he is - that’s huge.

So, sorry - I don’t know if all this makes sense, of if it helps you with your story. I guess the bottom line is - after a few seasons of general misery and being adrift (I’m not sure how much of that was the character and how much the writing, but anyway), I think S10 marks the beginning of Sam’s final phase - perhaps a first step towards what many of us want him to become: the new Bobby, perhaps a sort of head of the American MoL. A scholar, an expert, maybe a witch. Someone who’s comfortable with, and accepting of, himself and his choices, someone who lives with a partner who loves him and is finally over his traumatic past - Azazel, Ruby, Lucifer, his perceived and real status of freak and outsider. In short, a happy person.

God knows he deserves it.

#ask #spn meta #sam winchester #witch!sam #saileen #if you squint #spn speculation #spn ending #spn season 10 #spn season 11

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 8 years ago

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A submission for 'One Hell of a Faimily'

If you are willing to take such from un-Tumblred folks such as I.

Yana Gavrilovna had a plan. Possibly not a very good plan, but, eh. In this economy, there really wasn’t many options for a high school dropout in a village 70 miles from St Petersburg. She had no desire to be a housewife and she wasn’t pretty enough to be a whore. So, summoning the devil it was. She’d found the spells in a book in the old house in the woods north of the Markovs’ potato field, the one that had belonged to Yekatrina Fyodorovna, who everyone said had been a witch. Apparently everybody had been right because there were plenty of supplies and a giant mortar and pestle just lying about the place. All Yana had had to do was nick a few herbs from the Markovs to replace the ones that had gone moldy, and then puzzle her way through the really old fashioned text.

It was handwritten on mismatched pieces of parchment stitched together into a ragged leather cover and covered in writing, some in weird, spikey letters, some in a weird, long-voweled language, and half the time with Russian notations underneath. There were also a few spells in what she recognised as Church Slavonic, but they were all for good luck and plentiful harvests and that sort of goody-goody shit. The foreign spells were much more interesting.

She found no less than twenty three summoning spells for ‘spirits’, which she assumed was the polite witchy term for demon. She found herself torn between summoning a spirit of Heavenly Fire, which certainly sounded like Lucifer, and a spirit of shadow-dwelling snakes, which also sounded like the devil. The need to play music for the latter spirit decided it. Yana had all the musical talent of a brick, and no desire to risk offending some demon with her crappy voice.

She stumbled her way through the verses of the summoning, burning herbs and lighting candles at the appropriate moments. She was sure that the spell was supposed to be all aetherially beautiful and mystic sounding, but since she had no idea what she was reading out and kept stumbling over words, it just sounded like a six year old reciting poetry. Eventually, she got to the end, lit the last bundle of herbs in the candle and drew a wonky circle around the flickering lump of wax with the smoldering sage.

For a moment, nothing happened, and Yana began to feel like an idiot. Then, the candle sputtered, and the circle burst into multicoloured flames and all of a sudden there was a thing inside. Thing was definitely the right word, because Yana had no idea what she was looking at. It certainly wasn’t the sleek-looking horned gentleman in a suit she had expected. Television had clearly lied to her. Instead it seemed to be a thing made of sheets of light, almost like the aurorae they sometimes got this far south. After a short period of squinting it resolved itself into an immense face, almost that of a dog, but longer in the muzzle, with sharp fangs and catlike eyes.

It spoke without opening its vast maw, its voice echoing inside Yana’s head like a seemingly infinite choir. Sadly, it spoke in whatever the Hell language she summoned it in, so it might have been demanding her soul or complaining about the herbs for all she knew. Unsure how to respond, Yana just shrugged and asked, “You speak Russian?”

“Do I speak- of course I speak Russian,” it looked around, “this is Russia. Of course. First time I’m summoned in over a century, and it’s to some dingy hovel in Russia. I guess that explains the crappy incantation. You can’t speak a word of Finnish, can you, girl?”

“Finnish.” Satan spoke Finnish. Satan was a Finn. That… made a disturbing amount of sense actually.

She dismissed that train of thought with a wave of her hand, “I want to make a deal. Demons love that right?”

It looked at her blankly. Yana took that to mean she should go on. “Anyway, you lot always want the human girl to bear your spawn or whatever, and you got the magic, so, hears the deal, make me immortal and eternally young, and I’ll carry your kid. Sound good?”

“Please let me leave.” It looked almost despairing.

“Agree to the deal and I will.”

After a moment, in which the demon seemed almost like it was considering just staying there forever, it sighed, which felt really strange, and said, “Fine, alright, whatever. Just let me leave.”

“Awesome,” Yana clapped her hands together, “so, d’you need to do anything to knock me up or what?”

“I suppose this would work better if I was solid,” it said miserably, “human shaped too. One moment.”

The demon did… something, and it became smaller, and solid, and somewhat to Yana’s surprise, a fox. A disturbingly large fox, about the size of a horse, but otherwise, just a normal fox, the kind she sometimes saw in the woods. Then, the demon did something else, which sort of made reality go all twisty for a moment, and it became a young man, with bright red hair and glowing fox-eyes. He was actually kind of cute, all awkward and naked and- holy shit that was the biggest cock Yana had ever seen outside porn.

“I, uh, attempted to recall what human females prefer in a mate. My kind does not reproduce in such a… physical way.”

“No, no, we’re good.” Yana supposed that human men probably ought to be disappointing after demons, but still.

“There’s a bed over there, um,” she broke the circle with the toe of her shoe, “let’s, y’know.”

They did. It was very awkward and the demon, who apparently had no name pronounceable by humans but who Yana dubbed Vasiliy after a favourite pet dog, had no idea what he was doing.

“So,” she said after they were done, and Vasiliy was just standing about looking confused, “Assuming this takes,”

Yana looked a question at Vasiliy, who said, “It will. I am certain.”

“Then you just need to come back in nine months to give me what you promised and pick up your kid. ‘Cause I’m sure as Hell not looking after it.”

Vasiliy nodded, then asked, “Should I stay around or can I leave?”

“Go, go,” Yana waved him off, “ just remember to come back and gimme my payment.”

Yana walked back to the village with a limp and a feeling of smug accomplishment. Phase one, complete. Time for phase two.

Finding an actual witch, and not some random-arse Wiccan or neopagan, was actually a lot harder than summoning a demon. Google didn’t seem to work for this, so, at four months and already starting go show, Yana was forced to rely on somebody she really hadn’t wanted to. Her Babushka, her hyper-superstitious, extremely devout church-scrubbing, headscarf-wearing grandmother, who knew all the gossip, seemingly, in rural European Russia. Her babushka who would definitely know she was pregnant out of wedlock and lecture her for hours about sin and Hell and suchlike. Not that Hell was going to be a problem.

Still, her babushka could never know that.

Never.

Four hours of fire and brimstone later, she was able to ask about witches. Subtly.

“I don’t remember doing anything carnal four months ago, the only thing I can think of was I poked around in Yekarina Olekova’s old house, and everybody knows she was a witch. That’s why father Boris had to run her over with the combine harvester. Twelve times. So maybe she cursed her house and now I’m cursed and a what if it’s the kind of curse that needs another witch to remove it.” Yana used her best puppy eyes and crocodile tears. Apparently, it worked. Supposedly, there was a witch four villages over who kept trying to bargain for peoples firstborn. Babushka had told her that so she could avoid Anastasiya Karamazova, but, ehh. A week later she had borrowed her brother Aleksei’s car, purportedly to go see a doctor at the nearest hospital, and driven over to see Karamazova.

Karamazova’s house was a lot nicer than Olekova’s. Not just because it hadn’t been left to moulder for two years either. It was newer, built only a few years ago when Karamazova had moved here from the big city and had yet to try and buy babies. She looked about thirty, with stringy blonde hair and a kind face, laugh lines around brown eyes.

“So, I hear you’re a witch.” Yana said when she opened the door.

“Not another one,” she sighed, “I will call the police on you girl, don’t think I won’t.”

“No, no,” Yana held up her hands, “I’m not here to bother you. I’m here to talk business.”

Karamazova raised a brow and stood aside, gesturing for her to come in, “Then I apologise for my rudeness in making you talk over a threshold.”

When they were seated at a neat looking dining table, tea steeping in a pot in front of them, Yana began, “You are a real witch, right? Baba Yaga’s granddaughter, that whole deal, not just some Wiccan.”

“I am. Not that I like to publicise such.” Karamazova poured the tea and offered the bowl of sugar cubes. Yana took one and put it in her mouth, drinking her tea around it, while Karamazova did the same.

“Then, I have a deal for you. I’m knocked up, see,” Yana gestured to her belly, “and I hear you’re looking for a kid. This’d be my firstborn, and I don’t actually want a kid. So, I propose a trade.”

“Well, this is new,” Karamazova said, “Never heard of someone actually offering before. I’m guessing you don’t even want ten years with him or something.”

“Nope,” a thought struck Yana, “him?”

“I’m a witch, girl. Do you really think I can’t tell sex and gender, even in a fetus? Both male, in this case. A shame, I would have preferred a daughter, but needs must, and this boy will have power, I can feel it. I am interested. What do you want, then?”

“Money. I want to be wealthy beyond my wildest dreams for the rest of my life.”

“Doable. I will have to pull some strings, but it can be done.”

“Awesome. See you in, what, five months?”

“Yes. 13th of March, around 8:45 in the morning.”

“Cool. I’ll arrange to be at Mariinskiy hospital that morning,” Yana said, “think you can magic up the papers so they say he’s you kid not mine?”

“Easily. I will be there also. What name should I put down, then?”

Yana shrugged, “How about Timofey Vassilieyovich? Timo’s my favourite brother, and the father’s called Vasiliy.”

“That will do. Will I have to deal with the father?”

“Up to you. You’re a witch, I’m sure you can handle him. Although,” she smirked, “you might want to keep him around. Boy has no idea what he’s doing, but damn, he has got a good foundation to work on, if you know what I mean.” She waggled her eyebows and held her hands almost a foot apart, and Karamazova almost choked on her tea.

“I’ll see myself out,” she said, whilst Karamazova sputtered, “see you March 13th. Mariinskiy hospital, in Petersburg, and remember what I want.”

Winter came, and it went, and the only thing that really seemed memorable was that she got hugely fat, little Timmy seemed to decide bruising every organ he could reach was a great game, and there were far more aurorae than usual. Almost every night in fact, and a bunch of scientists kept turning up to poke at things with weird instruments and stare at the sky whilst scratching their heads. Other than that it was just the usual haze of her relatives’ and neighbours’ disapproval, she lost her job at the local pub, not that she really cared, and Timo agreed to put her up so she wouldn’t have to live with her parents. He really was her favourite brother. Also, he lived in Petersburg, and had a job as a journalist with the BBC, and could therefore be openly gay, which meant babushka would not bother her. She liked his boyfriend, too. Henri was nice, and Canadian, and told her stories about Montréal and his big, weird family and said that they’d happily put her up if she ever wanted to go.

Spring came and the canals filled with slush, and Yana became truly vast. Henri and Timo kept bringing her food and weird vitamin thingies and offered to adopt the kid if she didn’t want it, though they said they’d have to do that in Canada, where it was apparently legal for gays to do that and also get married. Yana spent a lot of her time looking up places she wanted to visit on Henri’s old laptop, and going to an English class that Henri taught. She figured English would be useful when she did travel, and she intended to travel and awful lot. She poked around museums and art galleries and looked longingly at fancy clothes and jewelry and expensive booze. And, come March 13th she made sure to be at Mariinskiy hospital bright and early around 6am, just in time for her water to break.

Two and a half hours of pain and swearing later, she was presented with a scrawny little thing by fearful nurses, while the obstetrician was on the phone and babbling about birth defects and journal articles and scans. Timmy had red hair. She supposed she ought to have expected that. Still, she was curious so she unwrapped the little bundle to take a look. The first thing that struck her was the tail. Well, no the first thing that struck her was that he was definitely a boy, but this was her son and a baby and that was just weird. Anyway, he had a tail covered in red fur, a when she turned him over the fur climbed up his back, and down his arms and legs to peter out on claw-tipped fingers and toes. When ne opened his mouth to cry there were fangs, and when she opened his eyes they were shiny and golden, the irises so large she couldn’t see the whites. This came out of her. Awesome. Anyway, Karamazova had apparently bullshitted her way in and was staring at her new kid with an expression of shock.

“So, uh, full disclosure,” Yana said, “Timmy’s dad is a demon. But hey, here’s your kid, gimme my money.”

Karamazova handed over a credit card silently, and picked up the boy, wrapping him back up. She appeared to be still in shock.

“Might want to make the doctors and nurses stop talking about weird birth defects and journal articles, before they start taking pictures.”

Anastasiya Vladislavovna Karazova had known the girl had been keeping something from her when she’d made the deal. She had though that it was something minor though, probably about the father. That he was black or Jewish or something a rural Russian would worry about, which wasn’t likely to be an issue since she intended to move to a Western country where they’d be less likely to be murdered, or that she had HIV or a drug problem or some genetic disorder, all fairly easily dealt with for a witch of Ana’s calibre. She had not expected this.

The father, she assumed, entered the room shortly after she had retrieved Timofey. She assumed it was the father anyway, because he was shrouded in some very impressive shapeshifting magic. He went over to Yana and spoke to her, then he did something that imbued her with some of his power. Then, she pointed him to Ana, who steeled herself for an argument.

“You are not a demon,” Ana opened, “some sort of nature spirit I’m guessing. A fox? You feel like fire and the aurorae have been oddly active.”

He nodded, “She summoned me and seemed convinced I would want a half human child. She demanded that I agree to her deal before she would release me. It was a kind of ignorant determination that I have never known to be swayed by facts.”

“So, now you want the kid so the deal can be fulfilled, yeah?”

“That is so.”

“Well, tough,” Ana said, “She made a deal with me too. Her firstborn for riches beyond her wildest dreams, and I held up my end of the bargain, so Timofey is mine.”

“But I also held up my bargain,” He - Vasiliy, wasn’t it, the hell kind of name is Vasiliy for a fox spirit – said, “Eternal life and youth for her half human child.”

“She played us,” despite herself, Ana was actually kind of impressed, “I’ve never even heard of somebody being ballsy enough to sell there firstborn to both a witch and a demon. Let alone bully a spirit into this sort of bullshit.”

“We seem to be at an impasse,” Vasiliy said, a thoughtful look on his borrowed face, “we could duel for the child. I am fairly certain I would win. However, not here. Too many mortals. Do you know of a good place nearby?”

“Yeah… how about no,” Ana said, “It must have been a long time since you last dealt with humans, but we’ve got a thing called joint custody now. I have him for say, a week, then you have him for a week, and we take turns like that.”

“Oh.” It seemed like the idea had never even occurred to him. While Vasiliy processes this radical alteration to his worldview, Ana took care of altering the doctor and nurses’ memories, so they only remembered a sad still birth by Yana, and a perfectly normal birth by Ana herself. Vasiliy stood in silence while she filled out the various forms, so that her son would have a birth certificate, and not long after Timofey Vasilieyovich Karamazov was officially registered as such, he spoke up again.

“Where do you live?”

“A few villages over from our mutual friend,” she gestured over at Yana, who waved back, “but not for long. I intend to go somewhere far from Russia, where we will be safe. England, maybe. Or America.”

“How about Canada?” Yana called out, “Kid’s gonna have family there. My brother Timo’s marrying a Canadian guy, he might be able to set you up.”

She though about it. By now, the demon hunters had heard about the strange goings on in the region, and she had already had to ward her home like a fortress, and the only reason that had worked was because they were looking for something bigger than some witch. They’d be after her soon enough, and Canada was a good choice. Low key. Not the kind of place anybody would think to look. And Timofey deserved to have as much family as he could, especially family that could help track down his birth mother if he ever wanted revenge.

“Sounds good,” Ana said, “unless you got a problem with that?”

Vasiliy shook his head, “It is good. Canada is close to the poles, I can visit without drawing too much attention.”

“Cool, go look up Timofey Ivanov, with the BBC. Tell him you got my kid and he’ll help you.” Yana said, then seemed to fall asleep.

“What is the Beebeesee?” Vasiliy asked.

Ana sighed and looked at Timofey. He was going to have one hell of a family to out up with.

Three months later, they touched down in Montreal airport, papers declaring them political refugees in hand, and Anastasiya Karamazov walked out into the chaos of a Canadian airport and into the slightly terrifying arms of her sponsors, the seemingly unending relatives of Henri Larivière, Timofey’s newly-minted uncle. Gods help her, for she was going to need it.

Do with this what you will. I am done with it.

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