#mrs mayberry x reader

[fortythree-or-43]

This is Kinda random, but if anyone wants an editor or a proofreader I'll do that for free. I'm trying to figure out what interests me and I recently have a lot of free time.

Anyways that was super random, but DM if your interested or want more info.

(I'm not a minor btw)

[selineram3421]

*giggles like a psycho*

First Day

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor and Child Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ children (lol), reader being a menace ☺, blood/gore, ALL CAPS Bold red Italics = SOUND AFFECTS, red italics= Alastor's thoughts, fake crying, food mention(desserts), mention of murder, mention of kidnapping, mention of torture, murder of test demon ⚠

You saw the school bus and it was filled with shouts and screeches of other demon children. Making sure you of the item in your pocket, you readied yourself to begin the plan.

Stage one: Have some control over the school bus.

The door opened and you hop up the steps, the screams even louder now that you were inside.

It was absolutely unhinged.

I can do better. You thought, taking a quick glance to find a seat.

"Hurry up and sit down brat.", the bus driver yelled.

"Quiet before I cut you open.", you said to them without missing a beat and walked towards the back of the bus.

You were calm as the other children were acting like drug addicts.

One was bold enough to try and trip you with their leg out. Looking at them, you see that they have a cocky grin.

"Can you please move your leg? Its in the way.", you ask.

"No. Just go over it.", they laughed.

With a shrug you do just that, they try and lift their leg up higher to trip you but you jump at the last second and aim for their knee.

SNAP

They scream like bloody murder as they cry, grabbing the attention of the other children. All eyes are on you and the broken leg that's spewing out blood.

"I did ask nicely.", you say before continuing on your way to the open seat in the back.

Finally, you arrive at the school and find your classroom, now you were standing next to the teacher as your new classmates make a mess with paper planes and other items.

"Everyone SHUT UP! This is the new student.", the teacher Ms. Mayberry introduces you to the class. "Go on and say hello, then take the empty seat over in the middle."

You nod and smile as you face the children.

"Don't cross me or you might end up like Mikey!", you say cheerfully and go sit down.

Stage two: Assert dominance and be kind to those who are kind to you. *weed out any snakes*

.

Alastor got ready to pick up his little demon.

I wonder if they had fun. He thought before leaving the hotel.

On his way over, he picked up some pastries from their favorite bakery. Now the Radio Demon was just a few feet away from the gate that had a few lingering children, that's where he saw his little one waiting with the teacher who was smoking.

They spotted him and lit up.

"Alastor!", they cheered before running up.

The teacher had backed up a bit after noticing who he was.

"Good afternoon mon petite!", he said and picked them up. "Did you have a good time? Hm? Were there any pests?"

"I took care of it! But all of them went home alive.", they replied as he began walking back to the hotel. "Bye Ms. Mayberry!", they waved to their teacher.

They had started to tell him what happened on the school bus as they got closer to the hotel, that is when the deer demon reminded them to look sad.

"I don't think I can keep a straight face but I can still cry like I'm sad.", the little demon said. "I know what to do."

They hid their face on his shoulder and started shaking their shoulders, making convincing sniffles and sobs.

Alastor opened the hotel doors, finding the princess and her partner, one of them holding a cupcake.

"Oh no, what happened?", Charlie asked after noticing the little demon's shaking shoulders.

"There was a bully that harassed them today.", he answered and made his way over to the stairs, lifting up the bakery box. "I've already bought them sweets to cheer them up but you can leave the cupcake for dessert after dinner."

Once in the hotel room, he sets them down and put the box of sweets on the small table near the door.

"Wash your hands before getting your sweets.", he says before helping them take off their school bag.

"Ok!", they nod and run over to the bathroom.

Taking the box, the demon in red snaps his fingers to conjure some plates on the coffee table. He sets up the table before putting the pastries on the plates. Making sure to get their favorite cup for their drink.

They went to their room before coming back out with no coat and taking a seat on the couch.

"Now, tell me all about your day.", he said giving them a plate with a slice of cranberry pomegranate curd tart. "What kind of drink would you like with your sweets?"

They ask for their favorite drink and proceed to tell him about what happened after the "tripping" incident.

The deer demon prepares a cup of coffee while getting their drink.

"Some of the kids tried to act tough and pick a fight with me during reeses. The supervisors don't care if there's a fight as long as no one gets killed.", they said before taking a bite of the tart. "I broke a lot of bones today.", they add.

"Don't speak while chewing dear.", Alastor hands them a napkin, placing their cup next to their plate before sitting down.

They go into detail of all the injuries they caused with a wide smile. Telling him that they want to learn more tactics of intimidation to scare some of the staff.

"Finish your homework and I'll take you out so you can have hands on experience.", he says and sips his coffee.

"Really!?", they ask excited.

"Of course! Its the best way to learn."

After dinner (and their desert), they headed out and found a demon to test on.

"The best way to intimidate someone is through fear. Give them something that will always remind others not to try anything. Breaking the boy's leg was good, but remember that it is on school grounds that you cannot kill.", he says as both of them watch the test demon scream as they are being taken apart limb by limb. "Of course you have my permission to kill anyone that tries to kill or kidnap you. Or other terrible things.."

"Can I torture them a little bit?", they ask.

"Yes, but don't let your guard down.", the Radio Demon says, using the tendrils to rip the test demon's head off. "Remember mon petite, prey can bite back."

On the way back to the hotel, he got them a new plush, a small mouse to attach to their school bag.

"Mr. Squeaks."

Tehe.

~Seline, the person.

Extra: Dessert image

Extra EXTRA: Art

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ML for Alastor🎙

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Alastor 📻

Puppy Hybrid S/O

S/O Goes To Someone Else For Comfort

Andrealphus

Nothing yet!

Angel Dust 💋

Puppy Hybrid Boyfriend

Boyfriend Goes To Someone Else For Comfort

Asmodeus 🐓

Shy, Human Male S/O With Metahuman Abilities

Barbie Wire ⛓️

Nothing yet!

Beelzebub 🍯

Shy, Human Male S/O With Metahuman Abilities

Cuffing Male Reader To The Bed (One-Shot)

Blitzø 🐴

S/O That Loves Rollercoasters And Theme Parks

S/O Who Tries To "Tank" Through Everything

Chubby S/O

Carmilla Carmine 🩰

Adopted Son With Androphobia And Depression

Charlie Morningstar 🌈

SFW & NSFW Dating HCs With Male S/O

Boyfriend With Androphobia And Depression

Charlie "Demon-Domming" (One-Shot)

Cuddling Headcanons

Cherri Bomb 🍒

Nothing yet!

Crimson 🩸

Nothing yet!

Emily 💐

Boyfriend With Androphobia And Depression

Cuddling Headcanons

Fizzarolli 🤡

Shy, Human Male S/O With Metahuman Abilities

Chubby S/O

Little Sister Reader

Husk 🍾

S/O Goes To Someone Else For Comfort

Loona 🌙

Shy, Human Male S/O With Metahuman Abilities

Childhood Friend S/O

Nerdy Male S/O

Male S/O Who's A Little Shorter Than Blitzø

With A Ditzy Bimbo Girlfriend

SFW & NSFW HCs With Shy Male S/O

Lucifer Morningstar 👑

Platonic Yandere Lucifer x Adoptive Child

Martha 🍖

Nothing yet!

Millie 🗡

Chubby S/O

SFW & NSFW HCs With Shy Male S/O

Moxxie 🎱

Being Best Friends With Moxxie

Mrs. Mayberry 🌺

Nothing yet!

Niffty 🧹

Nothing yet!

Octavia 🪺

Childhood Friend S/O

Nerdy Male S/O

With A Ditzy Bimbo Girlfriend

Paimon 🪶

Nothing yet!

Rosie 🥀

Adopted Son With Androphobia And Depression

Sallie May 🧨

Nothing yet!

Sera ☀️

Adopted Son With Androphobia And Depression

Sir Pentious 🐍

Nothing yet!

Stella 🪽

Nothing yet!

Stolas 🦉

Nothing yet!

Striker 🪓

Ex!Striker Finding Out His S/O Now Works For Blitzø

Vaggie 🎀

Nothing yet!

Valentino 🚬

Nothing yet!

Velvette 📱

SFW & NSFW Dating HCs With Male S/O

Male Assistant Who's Injured By Valentino During A Tantrum

Verosika Mayday 🎤

Cute Idol S/O

Cute Idol S/O Part II: Lies In Love

Cute Idol S/O Part III: Mine, Bitch

Little Sister Reader

Childhood Friend S/O

Sweet Tomboy Girlfriend

Puppy Hybrid S/O

Little Sibling In Fizzarolli's Situation

SFW & NSFW Dating HCs With Male S/O

Boyfriend With Androphobia And Depression

With A Model Best Friend

Cuddling Headcanons

Vortex 🐺

Nothing yet!

Vox 🖥

Nothing yet!

[ashplayz]

Helluva boss x Y/n (my aus)

I've done a version of this with the hazbin hotel characters already. I wrote these because I'm considering taking requests for scenarios with the characters I'm doing for both shows but anything I write will generally follow my au for each character.

Characters included:

Loona. Moxxie and Millie (together as a poly) agent's one and two (together as a poly) fizzarolli and asmodeus (together as a poly) Verosika Mayday, Stella. Jesse (he's the bouncer from ozzies. Mrs. Mayberry (teacher lady from episode one)

The characters I didn't include I won't be writing for not necessarily because I don't like those characters just because I'm not entirely comfortable on my ability to write for certain characters. I love Blitz and Stolas obviously queen bee too, Not so much striker.. I just don't know how well I can write for those characters. Once we get to see more of Barbie wire I'll consider writing one for her..

Warnings:

Language, mentions of abuse atempted suicide, murder ect.

Loona x non binary Y/n:

Loona was sniffing as she stepped out of Beelzebubs party. She was upset knowing she could never compare to the queen bee. But she actually really really liked vortex, she knew she didn't even have a shot however.. She was about to call Blitz to come pick her up when a voice caught her attention. "Hey there, what's a pretty lady like you doing out here alone?" The voice asked. Loona turned to see a stunning demon that bore a very similar likeness to Bezzlebub, their h/c colored hair having stars mixed in that shone like rainbows. and their h/c colored eyes gleaming with mischief. It was Y/n, the sibling of Queen Beelzebub, a renowned figure in the same line of work as Angel dust. Loona's heart skipped a beat. She had heard stories about Y/n and seen them in the papers, but seeing them in person was a whole different experience. Y/n was not only incredibly beautiful but also known for their charisma and talent in the line of work they were in.

Y/n flashed a warm smile and sat down beside Loona. "So, what's got you looking so glum at this fabulous party?" Loona sighed, her ears drooping. "It's just... I've been having a rough day, and being here only reminds me of how alone I am. Everyone seems to be having a great time except for me." Y/n's eyes softened with understanding. "I can relate. Sometimes, even the most glamorous events can feel empty. But you know what? The key is to find someone who makes you feel like you belong, someone who sees your worth and appreciates you for who you are.Y/n said gently. They knew all too well how Loona was feeling being the sibling of such a popular icon as Beelzebub didn't always feel great.. Y/n chuckled and gently nudged Loona's shoulder. "If you're up for it. let's go do something fun instead of sitting here sulking" Y/n Said. It didn't take long for the two of them to grow very close. As the pair both had their own problems and sadness but they were able to help each other.

Millie + Moxxie x Fem sinner reader:

Blitz had been too busy to work on yet another case so he assigned it to Moxxie and Millie. Upon meeting the client they were both starstruck as she was certainly eye-catching. She was a high-profile client named Y/n. She was seeking revenge on the person that killed her, she wouldn't exactly give a lot of details on how she died or who the person was to her because it was clearly difficult for her to talk about. As they delved deeper into the case, Moxxie and Millie realized that they crossed paths with Y/n more often than they anticipated, and it made them question a few things as the pair couldn't seem to focus on the task at hand but rather Y/n in particular their paths intertwined again and again. The more they interacted with Y/n, the more they wanted to know about this mysterious client. One evening, after a particularly long day of investigating, Moxxie and Millie found themselves alone in their office. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken feelings and lingering glances. Millie broke the silence. "Moxxie, do you ever think about... adding someone else to our relationship?" she asked hesitantly. Moxxie looked down at the table as his mind was running, he had heard about polyuamous relationships but he never considered the possibility of them being in one as they had always been content with just the two of them more than content. But it wasn't something he was really against per say. "You mean with Y/n?" Moxxie asked.

"Yeah.. I mean she does seem pretty cool and all.. I mean we've been together for a year now so we know we have a lot of love for each other, we could have enough love between the two of us for another person.." Millie said. Moxxie nodded. I get it. Y/n is... captivating, and I would like to know her more. If we're both on board, I don't see why we couldn't explore this, Millie. As long as she's okay with it of course" A mix of relief and excitement washed over Millie's face. "Really? You're okay with it?" Moxxie smiled warmly, reaching out to hold Millie's hand. "As long as we communicate openly and everyone involved is comfortable, I think it could be a new and exciting experience for all of us. We'll have to find a way to let Y/n know how we feel." They decided to wait until after the case was over until asking her out. It was a particularly tricky case after all. And they wouldn't have much of a shot if they failed to kill the target. Upon finishing the mission they invited Y/n to a celebratory dinner moxxie was relieved that blitz was too preoccupied with other things to interfere like he did with their last date at ozzies. They dressed up, wanting to make a good impression on Y/n, as well as each other

Agent one + agent two x fem sinner Y/n:

(I've already written a full story for this so I'll sum it up here)

Y/n worked at I. M. P but wasn't there when the events of 'truth seekers' took place. However she heard about all the batshitery that went down and was worried that the agentcy got stuff on them like recordings that could be used against them in the future so she went there using an ozmodin crystal to tie up loose ends. Only to get caught by agents one and two. As she was tied up she started flirting with the pair. After some time the pair ended up actually catching feelings for her. What they soon came to know was that y/n was in an abusive relationship with the person who was the reason for her death. I. M. P thankful found out and made him pay. While Y/n and the agents came to terms with their feelings for each other. Here's the full story 👇

https://www.tumblr.com/ashplayz/723952492806815744/agent-one-and-two-from-helluva-boss-x-reader-my?source=share

fizzarolli + asmodeus x fem imp:

Y/n was a famous imp singer. She had a voice that could silence even the loudest crowds. She was to perform a song at ozzies which is how the pair first met her. Even they were starstruck by her voice, especially considering her song wasn't about anything vulgar which was ironic considering the way the pair reacted to Moxxies love song. But what made Y/n so captivating wasn't her voice, it was her seemingly inability to feel or express emotions.Fizz and Ozzie didn't believe that she couldn't feel emotions however and were determined to get to the bottom of her stoic expression. The pair befriended her, it was ironic considering how unlikely the two of them seemed together, She was even more of a stark contrast to the pair of them. Fizz and Ozzie tried various things to get even a spark of emotions from her but to no avail, some things they tried ranged from party's to pranks for better or worse but nothing worked. The pair were frustrated at this but they weren't so easily deterd. But overtime the pair became closer to her and they soon saw just a tiny spark of something.. Happiness and this made the pair feel a spark of something as well as they realized how easy it was for them to see a future with her. Most people wouldn't guess that their relationship was actually genuine because it's the embodiment of lust with an imp that has a line of love dolls biased on him, but in reality the two actually cared a great deal for each other, dare even say loved each other in their own way. They had no problem seeing forever with each other. And they realized that they might actually both want to see a future with Y/n as well. But upon unlocking her emotions they learned there was a reason she wanted to stop feeling in the first place. She endured so much pain in life and couldn't handle the aftermath of that pain. Fizz understood this painfully well considering the accident he suffered at the hands of Blitzo leaving him burned and resulting in the loss of his arms and legs, but he turned that pain into the strength needed to continue on in life. The pair saw that she was slipping away from them but what could they do if all she did was push them away. They never told her about their feelings for her until it was almost too late, and it landed the pair in the emergency room. Once she was in stable condition the two fearfully admitted how they felt about her and how they would give anything for her to be okay. The road ahead was going to be a bumpy and difficult one but as long as the three of them stuck together they were ready to face it together.

Verosika Mayday x fem human:

While Verosika was performing her song 'Vacay to Bone town' during the events of spring broken, she saw a girl sitting out away from the growing crowd of her adoring fans not paying any mind. Verosika from a distance tried to use her charm to wow this girl, to which she looked up momentarily only to shift her attention elsewhere. Verosika had too big of an ego to take this sitting down, she had never seen anyone lose interest that quickly so she became determined to win over this human girl just to prove to herself that she hasn't lost her touch after her relationship with Blitzo and that she could still have anyone she wanted. After her performance she made her way over to the girl and introduced herself flirtatiously, the girl however seemed unfazed by this but nonetheless introduced herself as Y/n. Verosika grew more and more frustrated by the second because no matter what approach she took Y/n was still unfazed by her attempts. It didn't take long for Verosika to reveal the fact she was actually a demon and oddly enough that brought them closer. Verosika even went as far as to take Y/n to dates in hell. She was rich and highly influential so nobody said jack shit about it. As much as Y/n remained indifferent about Verosika's advances she couldn't deny the fact that they were incredibly close. And eventually Verosika couldn't deny the fact that her feelings for Y/n were genuine and not just to prove her ability to pull anyone. But Verosika hadn't been in a genuine relationship since Blitzo and it left her hurt and without a car and credit card. But nonetheless Verosika became determined to get Y/n to feel the same.

Stella x fem imp Y/n: (short)

Y/n had been friends with both Stella and stolas when they were kids and surprisingly got along well with both of them as they were both very different people as kids. Stella was often sad as a child her upbringing was anything but loving, as she was always under pressure to be perfect by her family. Y/n didn't come from a necessarily happy family either. So she understood Stella's pain and was there for her. But as Stella got older and her arranged marriage to stolas drew closer she began to change for the worse. And ended up pushing Y/n away and hurting her deeply. Y/n went on to achieve big things while Stella ended up sorting through the rubble of her broken marriage. Stella had only herself to blame deep down she knew that but she had too much pride to revert back to the person she used to be as she viewed herself back then to be weak, her reason for feeling this way was the fact that then she had fallen for an imp, Y/n to be exact. Stolas cheating on her with blitz only reminded her of that fact and she hated it. But Y/n had heard about Stella and stolas's divorce and decided to drop in and check on her old friends. Stella had hurt her badly and due to that she held a lot of bitterness towards her. But she couldn't hide the fact that she loved the person Stella used to be.

Jesse (the bouncer from ozzies) x fem succubus Y/n: (short)

Jesse had lost a bet to his friends and as a result they made him ask out a new succubus that had just started working at ozzies, what made her special in particular was the fact she didn't act like a normal succubus as she rejected every one who asked her out and Jesse was no different. Her rejection definitely hurt his big ego so he didn't give up. Eventually he did opt to being her friend as a way to get close enough to her to have a better shot but the pair did actually end up becoming good friends. And he learned the reason behind her rejecting everyone was because she had been badly hurt be someone she loved. He was a sinner and they started a relationship pretty early on. But he learned that redemption was possible and decided to go for it despite the fact he promised her that he loved her too much to ever leave her. In the end he left her like she was nothing and so she vowed never to fall in love again. But at this point it was no longer a dare to Jesse he actually genuinely liked her a great deal but he had his work cut out for him when it came to getting her to trust him enough to date him.

Mrs. Mayberry (technically ex Mrs Mayberry)

X fem sinner Y/n: (short)

When mrs. Mayberry first entered hell; she was dazed and confused, also incredibly devastated by what had happened before her untimely death and by her own actions. She desperately needed a place to stay so she went to an apartment complex type thing only to learn that there were no open apartments available. She was told to try to room with someone and Y/n happened to be the first one she asked. Y/n was cold and came across as rude but nonetheless she allowed Mayberry to stay with her until she got her own place as long as she got a job and paid her share of the rent. Y/n was the one to suggest that Mayberry take revenge on the whore who slept with her husband. Seeing as Y/n had also hired I. M. P to settle a score. Overtime the they became closer and despite y/n still obtaining her hash attitude Mayberry couldn't help but fall for her.

As you can probably tell I lost motivation halfway through.

[addictedtopizzarolls]

Hello, as you can see, I write for Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and probably Metal Family. Requests are always open.

Characters I write for

Hazbin Hotel:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel Dust

Alastor

Husk

Niffty

Arackniss

Molly

Sir Pentious

Baxter

Cherri Bomb

Mimzy

Rosie

The 3 V's

Helluva Boss:

Blitzo

M and M

Loona

Mrs. Mayberry

Verosika Mayday

The Cherubs

Striker

Stella

Stolas

Metal Family:

Glam

Victoria

Dee

Heavy (platonic)

Chive

Lydia

What I will write:

Romantic and Platonic relationships

Poly relationships

Fluff

Angst

Gore

LGBTQ+

Character x reader

What I won't write:

Fetishes

Pedophilia

Things that supports self harm, sui*ide, or homophobia

Character x character

Character x OC

NSFW

R*pe

That's about it. I might add more, but, yeah.

[nixie-writes]

Can you make a headcanon about an Male so with a thing for female showgirl style tap dancers & feeling embarrassed by it and Charile, Loona and Mrs Mayberry finding out about it and how they would handel it. Dont go NSFW if you dont feel like it

Sure! No NSFW here but I tried! Since this is three characters it had to be a little short, I hope that's okay! Also I'm really happy to see someone requesting Mrs. Mayberry she's a queen and I love her. TW: the word sex once

Charlie She's embarrassed at first, she's quite shy but she's willing to try! She'll get in the clothes and do a dance and sing and hope her male s/o likes it. She'll dance to a song she wrote herself for this occasion and afterward ask, "did you like it?" She really did do her best, please encourage her to keep it up!

Loona She pretends to not be interested at first we know how she is. But soon after it's proposed she'll come back with the clothes necessary and do a small dance with her s/o and dance for him. She's blushing the entire time and afterward will say, "I hope you liked that this costume was expensive" it really was! She pulled all the stops for her man.

Mrs. Mayberry She's a vanilla woman but she's willing to try something new. She'll buy the clothes necessary and do a slow two step dance to a slow song, like Elvis. She makes it romantic and afterward is very embarrassed. Sex would likely follow, she enjoys it passionate and slow.

[jester-writing-things]

Weird ask but can you do separate Mrs.Mayberry ,Blitzø and Stolas head cannons about them with a fem s/o that has a daughter? Have a good day !

Having a fem s/o with a daughter

Mrs. Mayberry

She wanted a child back when she was alive, but for obvious reason never had one...she tries to figure out your child’s likes and dislikes, she gets them whatever they want

She babysits for you and helps raise your child. She really loves children and she’s good with them!

She can hone school the child for a bit, she was a teacher after all, and she really dose miss that...

Blitzo

Despite the differences in age, he tries to get your child and Loona to get along and hang out. “Look Loony! You have a little sister!”

He wants raise them as siblings and has a lot of fun with them! He takes them to all kinds of places like the circus, but then it burnt down...wonder if he had anything to do with it?

He protects Loona and your child, as far as he cares, they are BOTH his children and he will die for them!

Stolas

Jokes about how you two should have a kid together so that you both have a child from a previous relationship and a child that’s from this relationship

He’s very nice to them and tries to get Octavia to interact with them, he schedules play dates all the time, he also hires babysitters for when you two are out

He prefers the four of you go out as one big family! Dates usually have the kids talking about what ever in the background and telling you two to stop kissing it’s gross

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

I loved the headcanons! They were great! May I request the same premise but with Millie, Loona, Verosika, Katie Killjoy and Ms Mayberry?

Reaction to their baby boy being able to duplicate.

Millie

From the day you were born, Millie made it her life's mission to be the very best mumma she possibly could.

Now granted, Millie was a more... lets say, 'Hands On' parent. As such, you'd be very familiar with weapons from a young age.

She wasn't neglectful, or careless with you, not in the slightest. She just trusted you to follow her instructions.

Your ability would manifest after accidently cutting your hand when playing with a knife, doing exactly what you knew you shouldn't.

You panicked, as a child would, desperate to clean up the smattering of blood, more concerned about the mess then the cut on your hand.

You split on instinct, and while you paused briefly to observe your other self, the sound of Millie returning quickly brought you into over time.

It was quite a sight for millie when she got home.

The Impet, walking into your room to see two of her little boys running around desperate to clean up your mess.

Catching you, and forgive the pun, Red handed.

She would of course, settle you, or rather, settle both of you down. Tending to your hands and telling both of you it was alright, calming you right down.

Shed tell you it was alright and accidents happen, before putting you both down for a nap, hoping for some time to figure out just what the Hell to do.

The Impet while initially alarmed, calmed down upon your clone disappearing. She wouldn't see it again till a few weeks later when it happened again due to you needing a boost to reach a cookie.

This would happen a fair few times, each time your clone disappearing by the next morning.

And over time you would steadily master this ability, able to duplicate at command, able to create dozens of copies at will.

With Millie as your Mumma, you'd be about as hands on as one could imagine.

And as such, with all your clones, you'd become a one man army on a whim. And while many would let such an ability get to there head, Millie taught you right, you using your ability to better help at I.M.P

Millies family would just love you. Joe and Lin chasing your many clones around, many fond childhood memories being made on their ranch. And when you'd get a bit older, you could even help out about the farm, doing the work of ten men.

Loona

Loona hated stereotypes. They were usually annoying as shit.

But out of all the stereotypes Hellhounds endured, the idea that Hellhound Mothers were notorious for being protective of their pups, was one of the most prevalent.

And by Lucifer, if one of them were correct, that would be it.

Loona absolutely loved you, doing herr absolute best to be a good Mumma.

Of course, initially she was a fumbling mess, unable to do all but the most basic motherly things.

But instinct is one Helluva thing and she would quickly learn what was needed to care for her baby boy.

It would actually be the first time she'd left you with Blitzø, not having to before hand due to the fact she could usually take you to work with her.

But necessity spoke first, the girl needing to handle a few things, and you was left with her father. Loona making it clear that if anything happened to you, the slightest bump or scratch, she'd do far, FAR, worse to him. And then some.

And while initially you were having lots of fun with your favourite grandpop.

But you quickly became anxious, never having been separated from Loona for so long.

Eventually, despite Blitzø's best efforts, you began to panic, and eventually began having a meltdown, desperately calling out for your Mumma.

And it would be this moment when your power would activate.

It was quite a sight for Loona, coming back to the apartment to find dozens of identical pups all howling and calling out to her. Blitzø trapped under the sea of pups.

Seeing her you instantly calmed down, a sea of pups hurling towards her.

But as she hunkered down, expecting to be crushed by a sea of puppy fur, she instead felt a single set of little arms grabbing her, the girl looking up to find a sad little pup looking up at her, you clearly just wanting her to hold you.

And hold you she would, you quickly nuzzling into your mothers fuzzy form.

Loona was understandably pissed, demanding to know what happened.

Blitzø was still shell shocked, not understanding what the Hell happened, the Imp doing his best to explain it, and despite her wariness, she couldnt deny your many, many duplicates.

This wouldn't be the last time you duplicated, doing so whenever upset or distressed.

It would take a long time, Loona doing her absolute best to support and encourage your ability. And after many years of practice, and thw occasional emotional outbursts, you would have a mastery of it.

You grew up much like your mother, being a rough & tunble and fairly abrasive.

You were a natural killer, much like your mother, although with your mumma, you were more akin to a big puppy. And being able to duplicate into the hundreds would make you a veritable force of nature.

Youd naturally work with your Mum at I.M.P, your ability allowing you to do various jobs without much effort.

Loona would just be so proud. You grew up into a tough as nails, kick ass young man that was as charming as he was deadly.

Verosika

Pregnancies amongst Succubi were incredibly rare. Tgis being Necessary due to there almost constant... "activities".

Now, initially, Verosika sort of resented you.

It was in her nature as a succubus not to have commitments, and a Child was a BIG commitment.

She just didn't want to be tied down.

She wanted to live free.

But any resentment she might have had instantly melted away when the doctor placed your tiny form in her arms.

Every motherly instinct in her demoness body kicked in and she vowed to do her very best to be a good mother.

Youd grow up an adorable little Incubus. Verosika making sure to separate you from the more, risqué aspects of both her job and her nature. Shed let you explore that aspect of your nature yourself.

Something you would do steadily learn in your later life.

Your power first came to be after getting in trouble for looking through her things, much of which related to her more risque nature.

You and your mother would have a big fight.

Even at your young age, you could tell she was babying you. Treating you like a china doll and hiding most of her career from you.

It would be something of a blow out, turning quickly into a screaming match.

It happened without you even realising. Another little close popping into existence.

Without even acknowledging your new duplicate, the both of you began screaming at her.

You ended up a crying mess, asking her if you did something wrong, or is that why she hides you away from her life?

Both you and your duplicate ending up a crying mess.

Snapping out of her inherent shock, the girl moved forwards, and while shocked, the lady demon held both of you to her chest.

Your clone disappeared when you passed out from exhaustion, happened in an instant and again, shocking the Succubus.

She held you as you slept, looking back at your life and the more she thought about it, the more she realised she had isolated you from her life, to the extent of aggressive keeping you away from the public view.

When you awoke, the woman would speak to you, apologising for isolating you, telling you how much she loved you and wanted to protect you from the harsh realities of both Hell and the nature of your kind.

But she explained she wouldn't hide you anymore. Promising to teach you more about your nature.

After your heart to heart, Verosika would ask about your ability, you timidly admitting it had happened once before, but they'd disappeared before you could show them.

After all that, and true to her word, Verosika would begin telling you about your nature, as well as taking you out and about, spending time with you more openly. Something she did only when absolutely necessary, the woman wanting your existence as hidden as possible.

And granted, that came from a reasonable concern. There was more then a few sickos out there that would use you to get to her.

But with more exposure to both your nature and your mother's life, you'd grow up far more mature then before. Quickly growing out of your sheltered childhood.

Your ability would come to play now and again.

Mostly when you were upset, but over time you could do it on command, using the ability to do the seeming impossible.

Including a career as a lady killer, becoming as famous as your mother for your more... Carnal activities.

Katie Killjoy

Katie was a bitch. And she never pretended otherwise.

A by product of having to be the best might say, the woman living up to the very highest of standards, resulting in her seeing most everyone else as beneath her.

But you. You were her beautiful baby boy. Your pride and joy.

She was still a demanding bitch, no doubt, but that side of her was utterly smothered in her overwhelming motherly affection.

She would still have high expectations for you, but they would come from more necessity then bitchyness, Katie wanting her baby boy to be as cunning and well equipped to survive in Hell as possible.

Naturally, you'd grow up to be a total Mummas boy, doing your utter best to live up to her expectations, even from a young age.

From this love and want to please your mother, you'd first manifest your ability.

You were at the 666 News stage, the place you spent quite a while at. Hanging about until Katie was finished.

Your mother was demanding her cigarettes, a habit she'd cut down on during your early life, but picked back up as you became more independent.

You, wanting to help your mumma find her cigarettes, sought out said cigarettes, finding some on a nearby table. A table you couldn't quite reach.

So eager to help your mumma, you put in all the effort you could, and suddenly, POP!

Another you appeared.

And so, without much thought on the existence of your duplicate, you got the cigarettes.

You and your duplicate would present your find to Katie, the woman understandably shocked.

Of course once the shock wore off and you explained what happened, to the best of your childish ability.

After that, Katie took a deep interest in your ability.

She would help you explore it, being incredibly supportive as you slowly mastered your ability.

Exploring it at a young age ensured you had a mastery of it by your late teens. And excluding the odd temper tantrum where you'd duplicated into the dozens, you hadn't an issue.

You could produce nearly infinite duplicates, and once merged, you absorbed all the knowledge your duplicates had acquired, all of which merging into your mind nearly seamlessly.

With such an ability, you easily excelled at anything and everything you put your mind too.

You would grow up to be an utter powerhouse in Hell, using your ability to reach the peaks of Hells buisness world, and well, Katie was so proud.

You. Her beautiful baby boy was the best, and she was just so proud.

Ms. Mayberry

Ms. Mayberry always loveded children.

She loved kids, that being why she chose to be a teacher.

So even after dying and going to Hell, when she found out she was pregnant, and ended up having a beautiful baby boy, she was utterly ecstatic.

And she was just the greatest Mumma.

She put her heart and damned soul into her motherhood, doing her very best to be the best mother in the Seven Rings.

It would be one night as she came home from a rather difficult days work, to find two of you playing in your crib.

She... didn't really do much.

As surprising as it was, her motherly instincts seemed to override her concern and Mayberry just tending to the both of you.

At least once she confirmed your duplicate wasn't some demonic parasite.

Your duplicate would disappear by the morning, and while concerned at first, your Mumma just... kind of accepted it.

And when your duplicate reappeared, she just accepted it.

It became a part of life. Sometimes you had a duplicate, sometimes you didn't. And it wouldn't be until she saw you duplicate on purpose that she raised an issue over it.

The woman finally understanding it was an ability and not some random curse or something.

Which was a great relief.

And with this information, Mayberry would do her best to help you understand your ability, but even when done unconsciously, producing up to a dozen duplicates at a time, she didn't really mind.

She loved children, and you being her son just meant having more of you, meant she had even more to love.

[fernwith-luv]

𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗳 │  𝗌𝗁𝖾♡︎.

[thran-duils]

Total Eclipse (P.2)

Title: Total Eclipse (Part Two) Summary: Fem!Reader x Sherlock Holmes (RDJ). Sherlock had an impression on the reader from a formative age but he was always so busy running with cases. Their moments of passions were coveted between the two but they were few and far between. He left with Watson on a case and in that time, her parents found her a suitable man to give her to. Wealthy and accomplished. Sherlock and her have not been able to let go of each other though. Words: 3,792 Warnings (for the whole fic): Angst, infidelity, smut, swearing, substance abuse, non liner storyline, character death, 18+ as always Author’s Note: There is heavy backstory here in italics! I was reading up on Victorian customs and tbh, I’m not privy to it at all, so I apologize if things are not historically accurate!

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You walked away from where your ladies tea was going on, brushing your skirts out. You had begun to become uncomfortable sitting on the blanket and wanted to stretch your legs.

“Do not wander too far,” your mother called out to you.

“Of course not, mother,” you called back over your shoulder.

She would not notice how far you wandered when she was this engrossed in the latest gossip from the castle.

Coming onto the cobblestone, your eyes set on the fountain. There were goldfish inside and you made a point to always come to the fountain when you visited this park. You nodded at a couple as you passed them, exchanging pleasant smiles. They did eye you somewhat curiously at the fact you were walking alone but pleasant, nonetheless. Reaching the edge of the fountain, you leaned over, peering into it.

Just as you were reaching into the fountain, a small gust of wind hit you and you felt your hat fly off the top of your head. You let out a noise of frustration, turning around, eyes searching. It was tumbling away and coming to the feet of a gentleman sitting on a bench. His eyes were on you, and you had a feeling they had been for a bit.

He dipped down, picking your hat up from the cobble stone and stood up from the bench. His hands came up to brush at it as he walked towards you. He was careful with the fabric, his own coat bristling in the small breeze at his sides.

“Your hat, miss,” he said holding it out to you, giving a small bow.

You thanked him and took it.

He was terribly handsome. Dark hair, tousled just so, not to the point that he looked unkempt. His eyes were an alluring shade of chocolate. There was a playfulness in them and they excited you.

“You must keep a good hold on that. It’s woven perfectly,” he continued.

“Perfectly?” you asked, putting the hat back on.

“Yes. It’s immaculate. The stitchwork. Whoever did it took great care. I believe it is the work of the hatter on Bishop’s Gate, east end?” Your mouth fell open in surprise as you pulled the ribbon down beneath your chin and you froze. He gave a light chuckle at your expression, “Sorry, I have a keen eye for detail and a memory to boot. May I?” He asked suddenly, his hands reaching ever so slightly towards your face, eyes on the ribbons for a moment to explain what he was asking.

You stilled, your hands falling to your sides, and he took it as invitation. You breathed easily even though your heart jumped at him being so close. You did not even know this man; he was bold. Coming forward, his hands latched to the ribbons, tying it better than you could. He had a nice smelling aftershave and you locked eyes, your breath hitching. He was suspended in your gaze for a moment before clearing his throat.

He gave a brief smile as he pulled away. “That’s better.”

Something had happened there. And you pressed it.

“Are you sure you would like to tie it that tight? I may want to lose it again if it means you’ll fetch it for me?” you asked.

He actually looked amused, and you were relieved. You were constantly scolded from a young age for being so coquettish. “Bold. Aren’t you?”

“I’ve been told so.”

“Miss….?”

“Miss Y/N L/N. And you?”

“Sherlock.”

“That’s it, then?”

Now he was coy. “For now.”

“So, there’s to be a future, then? Between us?”

He caught your wit, amused even further. Thankfully he did not think you crass and he did not chastise. He was returning your flirtations. “I think so, Miss Y/N.”

“Well, I look forward to the future then. You live in London?” you questioned.

“Yes. Do you?”

“Most of the time.”

“’Most of the time?’” Sherlock repeated and you shrugged.

“Sometimes I dream of escaping. It takes up some of my time, pulling me away from here.”

He smirked at that. “I suppose I should say most of the time too. My mind pulls me to places. As well as my job.”

“Lucky you,” you said sincerely, and his expression was warm. He was interested in you. He was older, not terribly but there was distance. Reaching out, you touched his topcoat. “You are a bit of a pyromaniac it seems. Or just terrible with the cherries of your cigars. Please tell me it’s not the latter.”

“What makes you say that?”

You cocked your head and pulled down his vest and his eyebrows rose at the movement as you exposed some of his chest hair peaking out from beneath his dress shirt. You ignored his stunned look, doing your best to not linger on his exposed chest. Your finger landed on his dress shirt, pointing out the singe. “Do you think I’m blind, Mr. Sherlock?”

He let out a small laugh.. “I thought I hid it well enough beneath the vest.”

“You must not move as quickly as you have been to keep it hidden. Now, tell me. Why would you not just get a new shirt? You surely have the money. I mean, if you know the hatters on Bishop’s. And it’s not just anyone that splurges on a silk tie.”

He cocked his head, eyes running up and down you. You smiled in response, seeing you had impressed him.

“I haven’t gotten around to it,” he shrugged.

“Busy man, then.”

“Quite.”

“Too busy to escort me through the park?” you asked.

He eyed you and asked, “Would that be entirely inappropriate? We did not set this up beforehand.”

You shrugged now and said, “I could tell the gallant story of how you saved my hat from getting dirty in the mud. And I asked for you to walk me back. I did get quite a look for being on my own on the way over here.”

Sherlock’s lips pulled into a smile, and he gestured for you to walk. You were thankful he had initiated it; it was societally appropriate for him to initiate everything. How you wished you could loop arms but that itself would be societally inappropriate considering you had just met. Your mother would simply have a heart attack if she saw that, especially with so many possible suitors in the park.

He came to a stop, and you stopped as well, watching him curiously as he left the path. He reached for the rose bush, and you grimaced as he reached straight into it. He could cut his hands. But he yanked, his fingers moving ever so, pulling a single rose off the bush. His hand was unharmed.

He presented it to you, and you took it gently.

“A token of appreciation of your company, Miss L/N,” he said.

Examining it, you observed, “Pink. Are you of grace and sweetness? Or is that to refer to me?”

“I would have given red would it have been readily available,” he smiled, and you felt heat creep. “Also, pink can symbolize admiration. That is breaching on the red, is it not?”

You shrugged, keeping it close. “Yes, I suppose so. A fine point.”

The two of you walked on and Sherlock asked lightheartedly, “Where is your escort, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I am here with a ladies group. They’re probably sitting at the blankets still, tittering about the gossip,” you responded. “My mother especially. She loves being in the center of all the gossip and drama.”

“My, I must watch my back returning you. Would not want to start any rumors.”

“Would rumors about us be so bad, Mr. Sherlock?”

He was tickled. “You really have no shame, do you?”

“Only in the presence of people I think I can trust. Not all women are complete straight laces. And frankly, most are only that way in public. Have you not spent a lot of time with women in private spaces?”

Sherlock chuckled, “That is a very loaded question, my dear. Where did you ever learn to banter like this?”

“I have an older brother. And your ‘dear’?”

“Have I offended you?”

“Not in the slightest.”

His eyes were alight, sharing a look with you. It was only interrupted as you passed another couple and nodded at them, Sherlock doing the same.

“Ah, like I said,” you said coming back over the bridge. You spotted them still eating their small cakes and sipping on their tea. Sherlock followed your gaze and you leaned in, “Thank you for providing me a walk. My legs had become quite numb sitting on the ground for so long.”

“My pleasure,” Sherlock responded.

You saw that one of the women had noticed you and Sherlock approaching over the bridge and you needed to hurry up the conversation. Pressing your luck, you asked, “Do you happen to have an invite to the Mayberry Ball?”

“Unfortunately,” Sherlock sniffed.

“Would it still be unfortunate if I was there?” you inquired.

Sherlock’s eyes were locked with yours and you came to a stop in the path. You stared at him with sincerity, waiting for his answer.

He cleared his throat, looking away. “It would liven up the event, that is for sure. I am terribly bored at those events, but I am dragged along by my… partner.”

“‘Partner?’” you asked, your fiery hope getting water doused on it.

“Confidant. Flatmate,” Sherlock explained quickly sensing your discomfort, meeting your gaze once more. You visibly relaxed, and he no doubt noticed. He resumed walking with you down the path. “He encourages me to get out. It is why I am at the park today. I had only been out for about a quarter of an hour before you showed up and I had already been considering heading back inside.”

“What a shame, sir. To hide yourself away. Who knows who you’ll meet if you only ventured out?” you stated, shrugging in a lighthearted manner.

“Too true,” Sherlock returned, eyes bright. He shot a look towards where the tea was being held and then cleared his throat, straightening up. “Well, it looks like we have been found out, Miss L/N. I suppose I should let you get back to your lunch. I have taken up too much of your time.”

“The pleasure was mine, Mr. Sherlock,” you assured him as you reached the edge of the grass.

Sherlock gave you a curt bow and turned towards the ladies and gave them a smile and a bow as well in acknowledgment. The ladies bowed their head in return, and you kept yourself from smirking at the fact they all looked like chickens bobbing their heads in unison, eyes fixated on him.

“Enjoy the rest of your afternoon. Make sure to keep that hat tied tightly, Miss L/N,” he told you before turning on his heel and walking off.

You watched him walk off for a few moments before turning back to the tea.

Your mother was on you the second you sat down.

“Who was that man? And where did you get that rose?”

“My hat flew off and he fetched it for me before it went into the mud. I was foolish, I should have tied it before walking off. A gust of wind caught it,” you told her calmly, fixing your skirts around your legs as you relaxed in your sitting position. “And I made a comment about the roses, so he picked one for me. I was afraid the poor man was going to hurt his fingers, but he was careful. Very kind of him to do so, it does smell lovely.”

“And his name?”

“Mr. Sherlock.”

Your mother eyed where he had walked off and she said, “Why does that name not sound familiar?”

The other ladies looked at a loss as well and you merely shrugged in response. “Maybe he is new to the city. I am grateful he walked me back. Are there any cucumber sandwiches left? I am famished.” You acted as if you had little interest in him to get your mother off your back, but you were already thinking of what gown to wear to the Mayberry Ball.

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You looked down at your gown for the umpteenth time, making sure nothing had spilled on it. You had chosen a deep purple, silk brocade with silver detail. It was one of your finest and your mother encouraged it, considering it was the courting season and especially since it was your fourth season. Your father listened to you when you told him you were uninterested in the men who had tried to court you thus far, but you knew even his patience would wear thin with your pickiness and your hand would be forced.

Eyes wandering, you stood by where your brother was recounting a story to your father and mother. People spun to the dance, others off to the side, exchanging flirtations. You suddenly locked eyes with Sherlock across the room.

He grinned briefly before raising his eyebrows. He turned, disappearing back into the hallway behind him.

Your family was distracted with your older brother, and you easily slipped away through the crowd, following where he had gone. The hallway was empty and there were doors at the end of it. You pushed them open and were expecting him. But you were met with empty air and your brow furrowed.

“Sneaking away, Miss L/N?”

You startled hearing him from behind you. He was sitting on a bench against the wall, nestled between two tall plants.

Stomping over you glowered down at him.

“Did I offend somehow?” he asked as he stood up from the bench.

You scoffed, “You told me to sneak away! And then you startle me!”

“I did nothing of the sort! I merely made a face. And you assumed from there. I don’t argue your detection skills though.”

“Why do I feel as if you are jesting?”

“Never.”

You sighed before saying, “Well, I would accept a dance. But I am sure my mother would be on you in a second. She was already curious about the walk.”

“As you suspected. And she should be. A strange gentleman walking her daughter through the park. Especially during the season. And who said I danced?”

“Is that why you were standing on the outskirts?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

You cocked an eyebrow and said, “If you haven’t noticed, I am single. I am to be escorted at these types of events. My father and brother were keeping me close until someone approached me to ask for a dance.”

“You’d already danced with three by my count.”

“You were watching me. For how long?”

“The detail on your gown is exquisite.”

“Will you always compliment my clothing? Is there nothing else about me to compliment?”

There was a pause, the two of you staring at the other. Sherlock’s lips twitched and he hid a smile. “It would be inappropriate of a me to engage in other compliments, no matter how much they are warranted.” Well, that answered your question in a sly manner, much to your pleasure. “But, being found outside with a man alone would tarnish your reputation. And yet you followed. Speaking of inappropriate.”

“And you encouraged it. Plus, it is not like I am a lady. I’m simply middle class. It would not affect me as greatly.”

“I would not say ‘simply’ in that regard. It is very respectable to be middle class. Especially since I can deduce your family is further into the elite side of it. And on the contrary, not being upper class, the situation which we are describing would certainly affect you greater considering you are closer to having less equity if a suitable match was not made within your own social class. Middle-middle class is less than lower upper class.”

He noticed your eyes were narrowed and he cleared his throat, stopping in his speech.

“Do you always speak so much?” you asked him.

“Yes.”

You spotted your brother going through the crowd inside in earnest, certainly searching for you.

“Well, do not change, Mr. Sherlock,” you told him, giving him a quick smile. His interest was piqued by the comment, and you added, “I’m quite serious. It amuses me so. You have intellect. But I must take my leave. I spot my brother who is certainly going to talk my ear off in an unpleasant way about wandering off alone. Even if I say I was using the lavatory and did not want to interrupt their conversation.”

“If you find yourself on New Bond Street…” you said in invitation. Sherlock looked taken aback and you quickly said, “I am sorry. I did not mean to be too forward.”

“No,” he recovered quickly. He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, that’s not it. You are just… very close to me. A few blocks actually… fascinating.”

You saw your brother cross again and you hurried, “Oh, well, yes, that is. What a coincidence. Well, good night. I hope to see you again.” You gave him a half curtsy before you turned.

He grabbed your hand and you stopped, facing him again. He brought your gloved hand up to his lips and gave it a kiss, keeping his eyes on you. “And I as well.”

A smile was on your lips as he let your hand go and you hurried back through the doors back to the ballroom.

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The day after your tryst with Sherlock, you were not surprised you were called on at home. Thankfully, Arthur was not home.

“A gentlemen is here to see you, ma’am. A Mr. John Watson.”

You greeted him in the parlor, the door cracked. You did not want to arouse suspicion about this gentleman visiting you while Arthur was out, no matter if he was known as an acquaintance. Although, he was far closer to you than anyone in the household would ever know. If the maids wanted to eavesdrop, they could do so gladly.

“John,” you greeted him and he took his hat off to greet you in turn.

“Y/N, you look lovely as always,” he complimented as one of your maids brought in a tray of tea.

John waited for you to seat yourself before he sat down as well. You reached forward, preparing two cups of tea for the pair of you.

“Thank you. You look well. Mrs. Hudson must be feeding the two of you well.”

“Quite,” he answered.

“Sugar?”

“Please.”

You handed him his tea and he placed it in front of him.

John asked point blank, “How was he?”

Of course John knew you had seen him. If Sherlock left 221B Baker, you were one of, if not the first, stops he would take on most of the time if John was not with him.

“He was Sherlock.”

John took a drink and you watched him closely. He met your eyes again and sighed, “He’s been manic.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s coming back out to see us then, correct? He confirmed he would be at the masquerade.”

“It’s gotten worse since—”

“I don’t need to be reminded again,” you told John.

“I think you do. Are you happy here?”

You bristled at the comment. Why did men think they had such a liberty to comment on your choices? Maybe you should have closed the door, but you did not expect something like this from John of all people. Sherlock, certainly. But not him.

John noticed your expression and he opened his mouth, but you cut in testily in quiet tones.

“I wish you wouldn’t speak so loudly about such matters right under my husband’s roof.”

You did get up now and go to the door, closing it. This was turning into something else entirely than what you had expected. John was watching and you hoped he realized he needed to be quick about this to not give too much time for them to speculate what was happening in here. You sat back down.

He matched your quiet tones, thankfully, even with the door closed. “It’s the most sure-fire way to get your attention on the matter.”

Taking a drink of your own tea, you kept your eyes pinned on him. Swallowing, you placed your cup back down delicately. “I cannot leave my husband.”

“I wasn’t asking you to do that.”

Cocking your head, you asked, “Then what are you asking, John?” His lips were pursed and you knew you had caught him. You shrugged, “You’re asking me to leave my husband. Divorce is illegal for me to initiate if you have forgotten.”

“I know that. He’s always better after he sees you.”

“But?” you asked, knowing there was more.

“But he always reverts.”

“Because he’s not with me?”

John gave you a look now and he said, “You know it is true.”

“John, is this for you or for him?”

“Can it not be both?” he asked honestly. “I am concerned for my friend, and I can simultaneously be concerned for my own mental health and anxiety.”

You sighed heavily, looking out the window.

“I know it is near impossible for you to obtain divorce – or even a separation – but… if you simply saw him more.”

“How?”

“Bring him into your circle. Then it would not be suspicious if the two of you were speaking with each other. On the street, in a restaurant, at the park.”

“You know it not just speaking that Sherlock and I engage in,” you whispered.

John rose his brows, looking embarrassed, but said, “I know. But just seeing more often may encourage him to imbibe less and relax.”

“Do you understand how much I wish I could be with him?” you asked seriously. John was quiet and you shrugged. “There will always be a hole, John, for me.”

John leaned forward and said, “Then try what I am suggesting. Please.”

Studying his face, you exhaled, running the risk of the idea through your mind. Sherlock was unorthodox, but perhaps he could put up a front to be around the gentlemen your husband surrounded himself with. It was farfetched but… possibly.

“I’ll consider it. I am going to see him tomorrow night at the ball. I trust you are attending?”

John nodded, “Yes. I am.”

“Good,” you told him, getting up again and going back to open the door a crack. You did not see anyone in the hall but you doubted they had not been there and had only run away when they heard your footfalls coming towards the door. Facing him again, you said in your normal voice, “I am looking forward to the gooseberry pie myself.”

~~~

Fic tags: @undecidedsworld @mcnegan

[pendragonfics]

Partners In Halloween

Paring: Antoine Triplett/Reader

Tags: female reader, Halloween, Halloween costumes, undercover missions, fake/pretend relationship, 5 times, Antoine Triplett lives, fandom allusions & cliches & references, fluff, humor

Summary:  Five times Trip and Reader were together for Halloween, and the one time they weren't.

Word Count: 2,352

Current Date: 2017-10-29

When you first heard of the assignment, you had been a little miffed, but didn’t argue it. Not that you had any social life around being on Coulson’s Team and your hardcore Netflix bingeing around your work as a sharpshooting spy. And not that it was just a Halloween outing – there were bad guys out, and you were dressed to impress your friends and distress your enemies. Well, not quite yet. Here you were, trying to fit as many microphones, trackers, guns, and grenades under a Wonder Woman costume. Thankfully, it wasn’t the skimpy old one from the comics, but the radical one from the recent movie, with that fantastic skirt. Because of Coulson’s awesomeness, or perhaps unlimited resources, you had a near-replica of the outfit.

“Wow,” you heard from the doorway. “I had no idea it was a couple’s costume.”

Standing there, was Antoine Triplett, decked to the gills in his Cyborg outfit, all the pieces of it right, down to the last plate of armour. From what you could tell, Skye had even rigged up a sort of contact lens that glowed red, and, knowing the resident Hacktivist, it probably had a camera on too.

“When did Wonder Woman ever get with Cyborg?” You huff, trying your best to attach a tracker to your midthigh. It hid nicely under the skirt, but it was that damn lasso of truth that had you working harder to clip it on. “C’mon…can you spare me a hand?”

He chuckles, and makes his way over to you, bending to attach the pieces together. “Hope we don’t have this much trouble on the mission as you are with that tracker,” he comments, looking up from where he’s kneeled beside you. “There,” he grinned, and standing, added, “Coulson sent me to say we’re out five. See you there, partner.”

It’s all over and done in five hours, but in that time, you’ve hijacked two cars, crashed one party, ran away from the Canadian federal police, and somehow managed to expose the fraud and money-laundering through a HYDRA associated front to the world, where they used alien lifeforms to create priceless items to sell against international law.

But yes, when it’s all over five hours later, and Trip and yourself are both standing sweaty in the middle of the bust, covered head to toe in a mixture of fake snow, fire-extinguisher fluid, and alien-sourced mucus, your heart starts to slow, adrenaline fading.

He looks at you with a grin, the bad guys being carted into the Bus. “Great working with you, partner.” He beams. “It’s been one hell of a day.”

---

“Okay, I’m Sherlock, you’re H-Holmes…” a drunken guy shouted from a street party, dressed up in a ratty black jacket and a tilting wig.

“Asshole!” another guy yelled out, shouting at a brick wall.

Beside you, Trip laughed into his Ghostbusters collar, where the microphone chip was hidden. “Please tell me I wasn’t the only one hearing those boozers go off.” He chuckled, glancing to you with the biggest smile on his face. “Anyone?”

From your coms unit, you heard Simmons snicker, and what sounded like a small whack. “You can find anyone like that anywhere when they’ve had a whole day to down that much.” May intoned on the line, serious as ever. “Just find the idiot we’re after and let’s get home.” She huffed, and then in a lower voice, “I hate Halloween.”

“What even?” You exclaimed, aghast.

“You heard me, Agent _______.” May grunted.

From the corner of your eye on the street you see the target for the mission, dressed as Stay Puft. “I have a visual, 10-32, about to engage.” You spoke into your own beige Ghostbusters collar. No way you’d let Trip get all the fun dressed up as Spengler when you could be as Holtzman. “Ready, Agent Triplett?”

He grins, raising the proton pack in his hands, where there’s a I.C.E.R. tucked inside to incapacitate the target. “Hell yeah, I ain’t afraid of no ghosts.” He grins. “Willis Peregrine, you are under arrest for breaking the peace on five counts of international law.” Trip announces, probably scaring the marshmallow man before you both half to death.

From his pupils, you’d say he’d been drinking. Trip glanced to you, and raising your own proton pack, you said, “Mr. Peregrine, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...”

By the time you’re shrugging off the stress of the day when your guy is handed over to the correct authorities, it’s way past your usual sleep schedule’s time to crash. Grabbing a cup of tea, you find another person in the Bus’s kitchen – none other than your partner, Agent Triplett. He’s leaning against the bench, waiting for the microwave to count down to zero as a cup spins around inside.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks.

You nod. “You too?”

He hums, stopping the microwave a couple of seconds early. Pulling out the mug, the aroma of sweet hot chocolate fills the room like a miracle, and humming once again, he takes a sip. “Grandma always made hot chocolate for us when we couldn’t sleep,” he tells you, taking another long drag of his mug. “Only cure I know.”

You smile. “I’m just a boring old cup of tea kind of person,” you tell him, warming the kettle. “But then again, my grandparents weren’t fantastic heroes.”

---

You’ve been stuck in the underground bunker for hours, awaiting rescue from the team. The lighter you had in your pocket to see is losing its fuel. It’s starting to get cold, and in the tactical gear, it’s not exactly warm, and comfortable. Beside you, in the box is Trip, also in tactical gear, also losing hope, also starting to cool down like you’re two popsicles.

“How long have we been here?” you ask him, doing all you can to stop your teeth from chattering.

He doesn’t answer right away, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s asleep, or worse, knocked out. But when you glance to him, you see Trip sigh heavily, looking anywhere but where you are. “Five hours.”

You bite your lip. “I can’t die in here.” You whisper, pulling your knees in tight, trying to keep warm. “I had it all planned out.” He raises a brow, scooting closer to you, and you add, “I was going to donate my organs, and then have my ashes sent in little parcels to the countries I’ve never been to, so I could finally have a trip around the world.”

He chuckles. “Morbid, much?”

You shrug. “It’s better than dying in a concrete box under a mountain on Halloween night with a fellow agent, doomed to haunt anyone who spoke ill of El from Stranger Things.”

Once again, Trip chuckles. “Why don’t you tell me about that show. I haven’t seen it yet.”

For the next three hours until you’re rescued, you tell him the story of a small town in Indiana in which four children stumble into something much bigger than themselves. After the light disappears from the lighter, you can’t see one another, but if you had x-ray vision, you’d notice that there was a sweet smile upon his lips when you described the show which you’d probably sell your soul to be a part of.

---

A whole year later and you find yourself approached by Coulson. For the last six months, you’ve been assigned desk work due to an infraction of a teeny-tiny rule, and have been consequently stuck punching papers and approving things. Meaning: you’re bored permanently, and absolutely to death. But when Coulson appears at your desk, manila folder in his hand, you know you’re off the hook.

“There’s a case I need you on. You will be Thelma Mayberry, twenty-five. Married to husband –,” Coulson began reciting, but before he could finish, you took the folder from his grasp. “Thought you’d be interested.”

“Interested?” you laugh like a maniac, “Count me in.”

Fourteen hours later, you come out of the intensive undercover artists’ warehouse. Somehow, they’ve managed to give you a nose that’s slightly larger, and attach a wig to your head that looks nicer than your hair, given you glasses, prosthetics in your mouth to make your lips bulge a little. It’s not beauty school, but you’re into it. Anything’s better than paperwork.

“Hey there, I don’t think we’ve met…” Agent Triplett goes up to you, holding his hand out kindly.

In that second, you forget you’re in costume, and sigh. “It’s only been six months, Trip, it’s not like I’m that forgettable.” You huff, clicking your tongue. “Dude, it’s _______.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What? No way.” He grins, really looking at what they’ve done to you. “Oh my god, I couldn’t tell, it’s so great!” He beams. “I’m just about to go in, I’m on the case too.”

You’re on a blank, and then remember the rest of the file that you promised to read later. “Wait, we’re –,” You grinned, “We’re undercover, in a pretend relationship, and it’s Halloween? No freakin’ way.”

You raised a hand up, and high-fived him. “Hell yeah,” he beamed. “Let’s catch some bad guys.”

---

You’re sick on Halloween, stuck in your bed with a nasty cold. Or, you hope it’s a cold, and not something Fitzsimmons have cooked up in their lab and not told you about. You’re bedridden with endless boxes of tissues, and a marathon of all the spooky movies you can find on Netflix, from terrible movie effects to slasher flicks, to childhood favourites. Your room has become your decontamination unit, with nobody daring to step foot near it since you first sneezed in the common area in the debriefing for the next mission, which was supposed to be today. Instead, Skye and May are on it, and you’re not working Halloween for a change.

On your phone, Trip sits beside you on FaceTime, also not on mission. He’s half watching the movies through the phone onto your laptop, half keeping you company with half-assed horrible jokes and funny lines that keep you from wallowing too deep with your sick sadness.

“Okay, I have a funny joke.” He grins, just as the credits for Hocus Pocus appear on screen. “Why did the ghost go into the bar?” You don’t say anything, having been told these terrible Halloween jokes all day so far. But you also don’t stop him from saying, “For boos!”

Despite hating the joke, you crack a small smile.

“There she is! There’s the _______ I know!” He beams.

You wave it off, glancing to your laptop screen. “What should I play next? Halloweentown, or The Nightmare Before Christmas?”

He doesn’t even take a moment to consider, “Both!”

---

Scrolling through your phone, you found yourself staring at a thread from your boyfriend, and long-time friend and work partner, Antoine Triplett. He wasn’t big on texting, but rather, making sure what he said was either heard aloud between the two of you, or when that wasn’t an option, via letters. It wasn’t like it was the digital revolution or anything, and holograms existed. But then again, it wasn’t like you minded. His handwriting made you feel like you were caught up in a Jane Austen novel way back when penmanship meant the world.

HIM: I need some time.

YOU: Is something wrong, baby?

Read: 9:45 PM

You stared at that text the longest, wanting to know what it meant. All you’d spoken about that day was how it was going to be a long haul writing up paperwork, and that you wouldn’t be back to your shared apartment in Washington until it was early enough for the sun to rise. All because of a stupid mistake a newcomer made on the field, and as the most senior officer who was a part of Coulson’s team with office experience, you were left to clean up the mess. You know the S. H. I. E. L. D. facility you’re in has security cameras to the nines, and they probably know already you’re slacking off, but you don’t care.

What if this was the end?

You loved Trip, more than you probably let on, at the best of times. He made you less tense, brought out the dormant smile in you that was always for him. You’d been together for almost a year, now, next month, and to be fair, you’d have to say that you’d never felt this way for anyone before when you had been dating. You’d even go as far as to say he was the one.

But what if he wasn’t –

You clicked your phone closed, sliding it into the desk draw beside you, and buckled down for the rest of the night’s paperwork. Your laptop played a mixture of Enya playlists and the soundtracks from Studio Ghibli movies, and with a nearby coffee machine, you managed to get through nearly all the files of folders by midnight, the clock only just ticking over to say the date for the next day.

“_______?”

Glancing up, you see Antoine in the doorway to your cubical, small smile on his face. In his arms is a small picnic basket, a bottle of wine poking out the top, the smell of apple pie and cookies and cream ice-cream wafting from him.

“Baby?” you frown. “What – I thought you were mad with me.”

He places the picnic basket beside him on the floor, and slowly, goes down on one knee. “The only mad I am for you is madly in love,” he says, your brain not computing what’s happening until he pulls a small velvet box from his pocket. “…and I’ll always be in love with you.”

You feel the blood rush into your head, a blush roar upon your cheeks. “Trip –,”

“_______, will you marry me?”

There’s tears going down your face, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re tired as hell, are completely shocked by the current events, or if it’s because you really want some of that ice-cream.

“Yes!”

[lunarsaturn88]

Runaway Bride Can’t Hurry Love Part 6- Sam Winchester

Pairing: Castiel x Reader, Sam x Reader later

Warnings: Slight Angst Words:1747 A/N: Welcome to Part 6 of Runaway Bride: Can’t Hurry Love.

Summary: Sam goes into the Lioness’s Den and doesn’t find her where she is supposed to be, but at a hair salon… what’s the worst thing that could happen?

Sam was driving on his way to Hannibal, Missouri with a sour look on his face. He couldn’t believe that Dean had thought it was wise for him to come all the way here to cover the story properly. He had no idea how you were going to react to him being in your hometown. With the letter that you had sent to Lisa, he knew you probably wouldn’t want to be around him. Hell, he couldn't blame you on that because he had gone out on a whim and took Benny’s story to heart. He never should’ve done that, and now he was paying for it. He already lost his job and he had a feeling that you of all people were gloating about it. That was something that he didn’t want hanging over him ever again.

His lips pursed together as he arrived in Hannibal, Missouri. It was quaint and quiet like he thought it would be. He couldn’t understand how someone could live in such a small town like this, with everyone knowing everyone. In a way it reminded him of home, but his hometown was bigger than this little town.

He turned down main street and saw the hardware store that you worked at. He slowly pulled into a parking spot and got out of his car. He shielded his eyes from the sun as he approached the family business. He saw a sign up on the door and his brows furrowed as he read it. You were out to the local hair salon? Had you really had time to go to the hair salon when any normal person would be at work doing their job?

Sam let out a soft sigh and walked back to his car knowing that now he had to find you and get some answers. Whatever they were going to be, he had a feeling they weren't going to be easy. He got into the car and drove towards the only hotel that was in town, grumbling slightly under his breath. His trip was a waste of time if he couldn’t find you and get to the bottom of the story...He would never be able to redeem himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Once he checked into the hotel, he figured that he would check out the town and try to find out where you had gone and which salon you would’ve gone to. But he had a feeling in this small town it wouldn’t be very hard to find you, not in the least bit. There was probably only one hair salon.

He let out a soft huff as he began to walk down the street. He looked fairly out of place due to his attire, his suit seeming fancy compared to the clothes of the citizens roaming around on the streets here in this podunk town. His hair blew lightly in the wind as he walked trying to find this salon that you were in.

He crossed the street when he saw that there was a salon right on Main Street. He let out a soft grumble as he avoided the kids that were running rampant in the streets having fun, like normal kids did. This was all too normal to him… kids running around without a care in a world. Much different than where he had just left to do this exclusive interview with you. Sam looked around, his brows furrowing.  “I feel like I’m in Mayberry,” Sam said, letting out a soft huff as he looked around. Even in his little hometown it wasn’t like this.

He finally found the salon, which thankfully hadn’t taken too long. He wasn’t going to spend the whole day looking for you. God must’ve been on his side because he had a feeling that he was going to be able to talk to you… Well he hoped. And he was hoping that there wouldn't be any interruptions from anyone inside of the salon.

He slowly walked in and saw a red haired woman doing a brown haired woman’s  nails.

******

You let out a soft groan when Charlie’s dog decided to come up to your side to start bothering you. You had expected it, but it concerned you when her dog got too close. “Charlie, you better 86 Spock. He seems to be enjoying the petroleum distillates.”

Charlie let out a soft chuckle as she wheeled herself in her chair towards where you were sitting and picked up Spock into her arms. She rolled back over to her station holding on her dog. “That’s it with you,” she cooed at her dog. “Back to obedience school.”

You shook your head lightly knowing that Charlie wouldn’t send Spock to obedience school again. Not with how much it cost to send them there.

“Okay… have a seat… gently, carefully,” you said calling out to Hannah.

Hannah carefully sat in the chair, and you spun her around. Hannah let out a soft laugh as she saw her reflection in the mirror. “You’re a goddess!”

You laughed lightly. “I didn’t even need to change this gasket,” you said proudly of your work. “Just put in a little hydraulic fluid.”

“Stop it. When you talk like that, I get turned on and it frightens me.”

You let out a laugh as you heard the bell ring alerting you that someone had entered the shop. You looked up and saw Sam standing there with his hand on the door. It had told you clearly that he had shut the door, but you weren’t sure if he had heard the entire conversation between the two of you.

Hannah quickly hopped up off of the chair as Sam took off his sunglasses.

Sam cleared his throat, slightly nervous seeing the women staring at him. He shifted his weight on his feet unsure of what to do. Now he was kind of wishing that he had taken up the job that Dean had offered him, because having all of these women stare at him… it kind of made him nervous. “Hello,” he said, offering them a charming smile. “I’m looking for F/N L/N.  There was a sign at the hardware store across the street…”

“Are you a reporter?” Hannah asked curiously, looking at him and trying to figure out if that was the reason he was there.

Sam’s eyes went wide when he heard Hannah question him like it was her job to do so. “What?” he asked in shock. He hadn’t been expecting to be outed so quickly.

Hannah eyed the expensive loafers that he wore and shook her head. “It’s been our experience that anyone with some sort of expensive loafers ends up being another big city reporter waiting to interview Y/N.”

“About her upcoming wedding and all,” Sam said looking at the dark haired woman.

“No,” Hannah said with a chuckle, “about her getting that asshole reporter from New York fired.”

Sam looked down at his shoes feeling a little bit of anger rise in him. He couldn’t understand why someone would enjoy writing about him getting fired from his job. He couldn’t defend himself now either and say that he wasn’t from New York. He just went with the flow of the job, and it took him from his hometown. He didn't have time to explain all that, but he couldn't lie either. “I’m one of those reporters,” Sam said slowly looking up at Hannah. “And you are?” He was curious about this woman because she knew an awful lot about him getting fired and about the reporters coming in to write about him losing his job.

“Hannah Sherly. Not the famous one,” she said giving him a smile.

Sam moved towards Jody and Charlie. “And who are these lovely ladies?”

Charlie shook his hand first. “Charlie Bradbury, Y/N’s unmarried best friend, and you’re not my type,” Charlie said with a firm shake. She preferred the fairer sex and Sam wasn’t in that department what so ever.

Sam let out a soft chuckle because he knew what that meant. He was used to women saying that to him.

“Jody Mills. No relation,” Jody said shaking his hand lightly. She knew that her husband Bobby would be swinging by shortly to get her from the salon.

“And you are?” Hannah asked looking at Sam.

Sam turned and looked at Hannah. “Looking for Y/N.”

“Yep. Y/N… Someone to see you,” Hannah said, rolling her eyes knowing that Sam wouldn’t give up until he talked to her.

You let out a soft breath, tearing your eyes from your work. You had been sitting on the floor working on the salon chair. You looked Sam over. He was handsome, but your eyes landed on the expensive shoes he wore.

“Reporter?” you hollered to Hannah.

“Yup!”

Sam crouched down a little bit and saw you sitting on the floor.

You slowly got up to your feet wiping your hands on a rag.

Sam straightened up to his full height. He was flabbergasted. His brows furrowed when he saw you. Sam had to admit, seeing you now, you were a beautiful woman, and he just couldn’t understand why you kept running away from your fiances the way you had been. That was something he was hoping to find out when he interviewed you.

You smiled softly. “I hope you have a different angle. It’s pretty much all been covered,” you said as you put your hands on your hips looking at him.

“Originality is my speciality.”

“Excellent.”

“Hold on…” Hannah said interrupting the two of you. “Nobody interviews Y/N in here unless they’re getting a haircut.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “She’s the boss.”

“Sorry, no,”  Sam said shaking his head. He wasn’t about to have someone cut his hair.  He wouldn’t even allow his own brother to come near his hair with a pair of scissors. “I just got one.”

“Excuse me, young man,” Jody said looking at Sam. “I have an actual fact for you.”

“Yes, Mrs. Mills,” Sam said as he came over to Jody who was across the room away from where you were.

“It’s her fourth time to the altar, you know. Not seven like they said.”

“I know. But tell me something. Do you think she’s going to make it all the way this time?” Sam asked curiously, looking at Jody. He hoped that she would have the answer he was looking for, and he hoped that it was worth getting, too.

Tagging: @idreamofhazel (Thanks for betaing this) @faegal04 @supernatural508 @mommy-winchester @mamaredd123 @crazysocklovingfangirl @mrswhozeewhatsis @baitellasupernatural @fandommaniacx  @oneshoeshort

[mamaredd123]

Fabulous 300 Master List

Ok, well here we are. The Fabulous 300 Challenge is over. I can not thank you all enough for joining our challenge and writing some absolutely wonderful fan fiction!!!!

I was blown away at the response we got from all of you and even more so with what y’all have written.

Since starting this challenge, I feel like I am now a long way away from that 300 followers. I am now up to a shocking 1,143 followers. Still amazed that so many of y’all are sticking with me and more are joining and following in our path down this rabbit hole of my insanity. The comments, messages, asks, and even the questions make feel actually a little special. I hope to keep up my work and continue to bring you all some good fiction to read. I promise to continue to try to break your hearts with every chance I get!

So, with all that mushy stuff being said, here is the Master List of all the wonderful works that were submitted.

Y’all go check these amazing writers out, read their work, and leave them a comment or reblog it. As writers we all love to hear from our followers.  

Originally posted by defend-pooppunk

Another HUGE thank you for joining and writing these for us!

@chaos-and-the-calm67   This Is It  (Dean POV) Angst

Dean is alone and about to go after Abaddon and some what feeling bad for what he did to Sam.

@paigeinastory       Tale as Old as Time   (Dean x  Reader) Fluff

Sam and Bobby come up with a plan to get the two of them to finally realize their feelings!

@deanmonismysoulmate   Old Habits Die Hard    (Reader Insert) Fluff

On her birthday she gets a text from an old friend!

@magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics​   Carry On  ( Dean x Reader ) Angst, s12 spoilers

Separated, neither knowing how the other is, both trying to get back to each other!

@bohowitch   Heaven and Hell (Gabriel x Reader) Angst Part 1 to new series

Life is seemingly fine until a stranger shows up and messes with everything she knows!

@roxy-davenport      Don’t Fear The Reaper  (Dean x Reader) Angst

Death plays a cruel joke of Dean to teach him a lesson. Oh, the things we do for love!

@chelsea-winchester     Soulshine     (Dean x Read) Angst   

 Their love is strong but it is also their weakness. But can they stay away from each other?

@therealdeanwinchester13     Too Tired To Go On   (Dean, Sam, Reader) Angst

A hunt gone wrong, every hunter's worst nightmare. But acceptance finally comes in the end.

@motleymoose​    Enter Sandman  (Crowley, Deamn!Reader)

The King is having trouble getting to sleep so he's searching for the Sandman.

@whispersandwhiskerburn     Turn The Page  (Dean x Reader) Smut, Angst

What happens when you have a little Bob Seger karaoke and Mr Green eyes? Impala Smut!!

@msdooos        I'm Scared  (Benny, Reader)  Angst

She's in Purgatory and Benny is there trying to help her out!

@brandyleewhatever​    I'm Sorry   (Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader) Angst

A fight with Sam leads to a night of too much drinking. And a huge mistake.

@ryleeroseb4     Mayberry   (Jensen x Reader) Fluff

Jared's twin sis has some exciting news for Jensen!

@destiel-addict-forever   Half Past Twelve in a Bar   (Dean x Reader) Angst

Dean owns a bar and is super great interacting with his employees but did he maybe go a little too far this time?

@pixikinz    Listen to the Music   (Dean x Reader)  Angst, Fluff

Get stuck in the mud? Hmmm, I can imagine what can happen next!

@itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps    Heart Sutra pt1  (  pt 2 ) ( pt 3 ) (Jared x Reader) Fluff

25 and living her dream job of a yoga instructor in Austin, TX. Her BFF decides to introduce her someone. The man of her dreams??? Part 2 to this series is linked

@mysteriouslyme81    Still Rock and Roll To Me  (Dean x Reader)  Fluff, Angst

A little fun times and an kitchen explosion, that's a night to remember!

@megansescape     Under Pressure   (Dean x Reader) Angst

A hunt gone wrong and now she's a prisoner with the demons. However, some news changes everything!

@just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms  The One   (Dean POV) Angst

A walk down memory lane and remembering the past as it mingles with the present.

@neversatisfiedgirl​  Give Me What I Know Is Mine  (Sam x Reader) Smut

Your friend sends you your birthday gift a little early. But is really just as innocent as it seems?

@colorfulobjectenemy    Untitled    (Dean x OFC)  Angst

Hiding a secret from the Winchester's is hard. How will things turn out when they find out the truth?

@mrsbatesmotel53     A Touch of Flour, A Whole Lotta Sugar  (Castiel x Reader) Fluff

Cooking with Castiel? This makes for a fun evening!!!

@wayward-oneshots    No Shoes, No Shirt     Fluff

Sam has a birthday surprise for the reader!

@paintrider13-blog    Defining Moments   (Sam x Reader) Angst, Triggers

2 separate hunts, 2 defining moments in your life. Thanks goodness for Sam!

@codename-petrova     Little Ball of Snow   (Dean, Sam, Reader) Fluff

Living in the bunker together can make things tricky. Luckily, it works out this time and Dean even seems to be happy.

@poemwriter98       I Can’t Stay   (Reader, Dean)  Angst

With a rough relationship in her past, she decides to walk away from Dean. Her new journey leads her to a new mystery.

@emoryhemsworth     Wherever You Will Go   (Dean x Reader) Angst, Fluff

Dean is gonna be a father, a reason to finally leave the family business behind.

@idreamofhazel​    Life On The Road    (Sam x Reader) Angst

Life on the road can be an interesting way to live until chance circumstances have her live cross paths with the Winchesters.

@evansrogerskitten        Yes Sir   (John x Reader) Smut

Professor John Winchester! Man, I really don't think I need to say anything else about this fic!!

@maximumkillshot​      She Wouldn't Be Into a Guy Like Me  (Dean x Reader) Smut

Working out can surely give you some good visuals to daydream about. But it takes a little extra push from Sam to put things in motion.

@percussiongirl2017     The Empty Joker   (Dean, Sam, Reader) Angst, Fluff

A loss of her own family makes special occasions hard, until Dean and Sam get a little sneaky.

@traceyaudette          The Tide   (Sam x Reader) Angst, Fluff

If it's Meant to be then it will be. Love denied early on finally becomes reality

@chelsea072498        Bad Company   (Dean x Reader) Angst, Triggers

Reader had a troublesome childhood. Dean and Sam took her in and tried to help her out. Dean's heart gets broken when she comes off her meds. @s

@supernaturalyobessed    Summertime Madness   (Dean x Reader)   Fluff

A totally fluffy piece with Dean surprising her with their vacation time!!!

As a bonus to our own challenge, me and Angelina chose prompts for each other. These are out contributions to this challenge!

@mamaredd123    Twin Souls (Dean x Reader) Smut

Dean runs across a mirror image of himself and is a little confused on how to proceed

@atc74     Birthright   (OMC Jack Winchester) Child's POV

A wonderful piece written from the child's POV, the son of Dean and Mom.   

Sending love, hugs, and all the words of encouragement to everyone!!!!

On a side note, life has inferred and we are still waiting on a few more fics. We still add them here to the master list as they come in. To those we are still waiting on, take your time and just let us know when you post!

@mysweetcookie99 , @jensenandjaredintheimpala , @multimenagerie , @dean-winchestersbaby , @iwantthedean, @dimplynarry 

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Can you do a mrs Mayberry x male reader imp

[jester-writing-things]

Hello! I loved your hcs about their s/o being Lucifer’s and Lilith’s second child, so I was wondering if you could do Verosika, Kiki and Mayberry finally meeting Charlie, Lucifer, and Lilith. And the reader has a good relationship, especially with Charlie since Charlie’s their sister. Thanks for reading and have a good day!

Hello and thank you I hope you have a great day!

Meeting the family(S/o who’s Lucifer and Lilith’s second child)

Verosika

Honestly, she’s surprised. Having good ties with your family is difficult, but for a family that rules Hell? How the fuck?

She’s impressed and happy for you, it’s good to always have family you can turn too, she excepted it from you and Charlie, but not your parents, specifically your father

Lucifer is known to be a cruel monster, but to have such a good relationship with his family? That’s quite sweet!

Kiki

She’s curious as to how, considering you all have been trapped in Hell your entire lives. There’s bound to be tention

She isn’t used to good families in Hell, usally families just tolerate each other and that’s it, nothing else

But it is sweet to see you hug your parents/sister and tell them you love them

Mrs. Mayberry

She loves your relationship with Charlie specifically, it reminds her of when she was alive and a child’s older sibling would pick them up, just how excited they got, its like a glimpse of being alive again

She wonders how you all have such stable lives, being that you and Charlie will eventually need to compete for the throne, you know against your parents, then each other

Or do you two want to rule together? That’s kinda sweet. That you two would help each other non stop, even when it boils down to rulership

[jester-writing-things]

Mrs. Mayberry x Moth demon reader head cannons?

Mrs. Mayberry with a moth demon s/o

It’s pretty entertaining to her that she can use bright lights to get your attention. You just rich over to them without a second thought. This becomes an issue when cars go by though

You eat clothes? Cool, now she never has to worry about buying clothes that don’t fit her, she’ll give em to you as a snack.

She loves how soft your fur is, your like a pillow and your wings are like blankets, your the perfect cuddle buddy!

She likes to watch you fly but gets nervous because your vision isn’t the best...she helps when she can but you move fast and it’s hard for her to keep track of you during the night

She gets you lots of sweets too, they keep you entertained while she brushes your fur