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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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Sinful Sunday

AN: Alright everyone, here it is this week, and I just gotta say that they all are VERY sinful this week so go crazy lol. I do have a taglist for this now, so if you want added just let me know! (Also ik this is super early, but it is almost 3 am and I stayed up late writing these, and skipped a THOT and I just wanna wake up to validation)

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Captain Rex x Reader, Commander Wolffe x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader, SUB!Din Djarin x Reader

Rex was finally home on leave after months of being away on missions and leading men into dangerous battles. After being separated for so long it was hard to believe that you were actually cuddled up to him with his chest to your back watching a movie in your living room. The movie that was playing had been some movie that released while Rex had been away and he had specifically requested to watch, saying he thought it looked good. But here you were, neither of you paying attention to the movie, at all. It had started innocently, Rex just running his hand along your hip and thigh as he actually watched the movie. But it was very obvious that the touches didn't stay innocent long no matter how much he tried to fake it. Soon his hand started moving its path more towards your inner thigh, then higher up your inner thigh, high enough that with each pass he brushed softly against your clothed core. It wasn't until Rex was working his hand into your sweats and panties that you grabbed his hand and groaned out, "You wanted to watch this." Rex replied almost immediately, and in a whispered, almost needy, tone right in your ear, "Sorry darling, but I just can't help myself, I havent seen you in so long." And with that he pushed his hand out of your grip and slid his fingers right through you wet lips, brushing over your clit making you whine, and shoving his fingers as deep as possible into you, drawing out a gasp of his name from your lips. Rex only took enough time to groan about how wet and warm you were before he started fingering you like his life depended on it. As always Rex knew where to hit inside of you to bring you the most pleasure, and as he did he kissed and sucked on your neck. As Rex's fingers sped up you couldn't help but to grind down against his palm and when your clit was pressed into his palm you couldn't stop the shout that passed you lips, and you could feel the smirk that spread across Rex's face when you did. You felt yourself get closer and closer to your peak, and as Rex felt you start to tighten on his fingers he made sure that with every grind of your hips your were rubbing your clit on his palm. It took you no time at all to reach down and grab his hand over your clothes as you moaned out his name and came explosively all over his hand. When you finally caught your breath, you looked over your shoulder to look Rex in the eyes, only to find them blown wide in lust and him growling, "I hope you're ready, because I am far from done with you, darling."

Moderb!Captain Rex x Reader

So this THOT bloomed from the idea of Modern AU Captain Rex, who is still a captain in the army so you rarely get to see him because he is active duty.....

The first time the two of you actually had sex you had been surprised when Wolffe had buried his teeth into you shoulder as he came. You hadn't brought it up after, especially considering he hadn't broken any skin and only left teeth marks and a decent bruise that you would run your fingers over in the coming days while he was away on a mission. After that the bites and nips started happening more often, and you couldn't help but enjoy the feeling and the colorful marks he left for you that reminded you of him while he was gone. Neither of you brought it up, but it was obvious that both of you enjoyed it.

Commander Wolffe x Reader

Okay so another clone boi is getting a THOT this week and it is the sexy and grumpy Wolffe and his biting kink that he soooo has and I refuse to believe otherwise......

It wasn't until after a particularly long mission that when he was getting ready to go down on you, you gently pulled his hair to pull him away from you. And while avoiding eye contact you mumbled out asking him to bite and leave marks all over your thighs, and well, Wolffe didn't need to be told twice. Immediately feeling list flow through his veins Wolffe praised whatever deity was out there for giving him the perfect significant other, and went to town. Wolffe liked and gave soft nips to one thigh first before kissing a spot by your inner thigh and following it quickly with his teeth. He repeated that action two more times on that thigh before switching to the other one and starting the whole process over again. By the time wilffe was finished both of your thighs were covered in marks that were already bruising and you were a squirming mess. Wolffe, running out of patience and just wanting to fuck you silly and leave a few more marks an your shoulders, stood quickly and slammed into you with a grunt.

You were honestly kind of suprised that you managed to get Boba to sit on the edge of the bed and agree to him letting you pleasure him for once. But now, as you kneeled between his thighs, with his thick cock standing tall in front of your face you wondered where you should even begin. And what was making it worse was that Boba was watching your every move intently. You gingerly reached out and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, noting that your fingers didn't even wrap around completely because he was so thick, and then you leaned forward and gave the head a small kitten lick that dragged a small grunt from Boba. Feeling a bit more confident you wrapped your lips entirely around the tip and sucked and ran your tongue around it and over his slit, which is what cause Boba to tangle his fingers in your hair and pull slightly, grumbling about no teasing. Smirking, you pull back and spit in your palm before wrapping your hand around his base again and start moving your hand up and down at a nice steady pace. Then you smile up at him before leaning back down and swallowing as much of his cock down your thoat as possible, which wasn't as much as you would have liked. Boba cursed, and you could feel his hips twitch wanting to thrust up bjt he held back. Then you went to work bobbing your head and pumping your hand in time, while curving your tongue along the under side of his cock. You stayed at this pace, occasionally pulling off for air, before plunging him down your throat again. At some point you look up to meet his gaze at the same time you cup his balls and that's when you saw his resolve break. With a curse Boba's hand in you hair tighten more than you thought possible and he apologized quietly before lifting his hips to start fucking your mouth and throat. It didn't take long at all before you felt his cock twitch and balls tight, before he pulled out so his head was the only thing still in your mouth and he spilled everything, completely filling your mouth and some dribbling out with the spit trailing your chin and neck.

Boba Fett x Reader

And because my head is full of THOTS for Boba, here is a tiny THOT that is literally just giving Boba some head....

You weren't sure how you got into this situation entirely, but maker you were so turned on by this turn of events. The original plan had been to only put the strap on and give Din everything he had ever given you and more. But the second you put the strap on this time, you instantly went into a power trip, and from the way you had Din on his knees licking and sucking on the plastic cock you were currently sporting, well you think it would be safe to say that he too was enjoying the turn of events. Gripping onto his hair you tsked at him and made him look you in the eyes, "Oh, pretty boy, if you are gonna suck my cock, you're gonna have to do it right. Open up for me." The second he did you groaned at his obedience and you cooed out good boy, before slowly starting to slide the dildo into his mouth, you gave him a few shallow thrusts, before slowly and steadily pushing the entire thing down his throat, which him only gagging once. You groaned and gripped his hair telling him, "Kriff, you're such a good boy, why don't you suck this cock for a minute and then I'll fuck you like I promised." As you spoke you saw his own cock twitch between his thighs before he started bobbing slowly on the strap. Like you promised, it only took about a minute before you got impatient and pulled him off and you leaned down to kiss his forehead and told him to climb onto the bed and lay down.

Din Djarin x Reader

Haha, did I hear more Sub!Din? No, well too bad, here's some filthy Din getting pegged.....

You quickly followed and kneeled between his thighs, throwing one leg over your shoulder and keeping the other on you hip as you pressed into Din slowly and watched his eyes close and forehead wrinkle up in pleasure. Once you were fully inside you praised him for taking you so well and rewarded him by pumping his weeping cock a few times, which resulted in a long groan and a choked, "please!" Abliging him you started giving small harsh thrusts, circling you hips, and trying to find the spot that made him moan your name so sweetly. The second you hit his prostate you knew because he did just that and you drilled into him while smirking and watching the flush flow across his face, ears, neck, and chest. The sight was beautiful and hot and you told him just that, which pulled a whine from him as he turned his head and buried it in the pillow. You spent alot of time at this pace and angle praising him and pouring as much pleasure into Din as possible, but then he brokenly whimpered out your name and a "please...moOore." Smiling you lean down to his ear and say, "Only because you asked so nicely, pretty boy." And you pulled almost completely out of him before slamming back in, and you grabbed his angrily red cock and started pumping it in time with your thrusts. Din didn't stand a chance to hold out much longer and after a handful of quick thrusts and pumps he was cumming all over you hand with a shout as you continued to rail into his prostate to drag out his pleasure. When you were satisfied that you couldn't give him anymore, you gently laid down his legs on the bed, and slowly and carefully pulled out of him, before standing up intent on cleaning him up so the two of you could cuddle peacefully.

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#sinful sunday #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #din djarin x reader #din x reader

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theharlequinwriter · 6 years

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He’s Just like you.

Summary : you and sam have a bad fight causing you to leave not knowing your pregnant and its a couple years later

Word count : 2,720

triggers: swearing.

“Dean wheres sam”

I stood on my tip toes looking over deans shoulder looking for my tall boyfriend sam.

“He took of with that demon bitch”

I gritted my teeth.

“Ruby” I hated her more than anything , I knew that she was lying to us about helping dean outta going to hell but of course we couldn’t took a damn angel to save him. I hated how much sam trusted her , I feel like he would chose her over me , so I avoided the question during fights. I sat back on the couch grabbing my food from the brown bag dean had.

“You okay y/n?”

“Im fine why?”

“You seem upset lately maybe a little bitchy”

I pushed deans arm , taking a bite of my burger. We sat watching movies until at least midnight when sam finally came back in the door. Dean and I both turned now looking at sam who stood there as if he had just gotten off work.

“Where were you sam?”

“With ruby babe”

He walked by grabbing his salad pecking me on the cheek. I heard more footsteps and in walks in the demon herself ruby.

“Why the hell are you here demon bitch”

“Watch you’re tone with me hunter skank”

I walked around the couch coming face to face with ruby.

“Lets go bitch”

I pushed her back , sam came grabbing my hand leading me to the kitchen.

“What the hell y/n”

“Really sam”

“What?”

“You brought her here knowing how I feel about her”

“Shes helping me”

“I can help you sam”

“Not like she can”

“Are you sleeping with the bitch or something”

“What no”

“Then what the hell sam , why am I getting the 3rd degree here”

“Shes helping me y/n more than you or dean ever could”

“Wow sam I stayed with you even after dean went to hell ,I stayed when I found out you’re a demon blood junkie , I stayed even when she came” “No one asked you too y/n”

His hands now clenching into fist.

“I didnt ask you to stay , you did that all on your own”

“What was I gonna do sam , let you go y2k on everyone and everything?”

“I dont know y/n but it would of been easier if you just left”

“Really why so you could fuck her without feeling guilty after , oh im sorry I mean "helping” you"

“Actually you know what y/n yes okay yes im fucking ruby ,ya happy now , wanna know why? Cause she doesnt bitch all the time , she doesnt need me to protect her , id rather her have my back at least I can depend on her”

“SAM!”

dean yelled stepping between us.

I felt my heart shatter In pieces, I felt tears forming , I didnt want him to see me cry.

I walked away still hearing him yell at dean about how ruby is better for him than me , how maybe I should just go. I went to our room grabbing everything I could , smashing pictures as I walked around the room.

“Okay sam , hope your happy”

I walked away grabbing my bag and a little money. I gave dean a hug then I walked out the door not looking back.

I finally got to a cheap hotel where I got a single bed for the weekend. I walked inside falling onto the bed tears falling down my face. How could he say that. I took a shower , getting out my phone had a text from dean.

-hey y/n think it finally hit sam your not coming back , he might try call ya Ill let you know if he does anything stupid and dont worry about ruby ill gank her soon-

I didn’t reply i want sam to worry to realize im not going back.

Its been two months since I left, i decided I need to get a apartment in a little town where supernatural things didn’t occur. I went into the little market buying some food and shampoo oh and pregnancy test.

I got home taking the test , it came back positive only one guy could be the father.

Sam.

I havent slept with anyone else or even looked at another guy I still loved sam.

*TWO YEARS LATER*

“Mommy , mommy look”

I got down on knees taking the drawing out of ethans hand.

My son ethan looks just like his father , he has his eyes and hair , his laugh , smile. He makes me miss sam everyday.

“Thats amazing baby , what is it”

Looking at the drawings it was a very tall person with a cape and what look like dogs.

“Its daddy , you said hes saving people from devil dogs , silly mommy”

I put it on the frige placing him in his seat. I gave him his lunch , he always wanted to know about sam ever since he had a play date with a kid who had both his parents. I told him sam was off saving the world from monsters like ghost and devil dogs. He always asked if his daddy was coming home or will he ever see him.

He was so smart for a child his age. After lunch I asked if he wanted to go to the park to play and feed the ducks.

We got in the car buckling ethan into his seat. When got to the park , ethan took off for the swings. I sat on a bench close enough to see but not so close I can’t see my surroundings. Im still a hunter after all. Ethan was playing tag with some of his friends when another mom came and sat next to me.

“Hey y/n , how are you”

“Im fine susan ,how are you”

“Honestly a little shook up , some fbi agents came to the house asking about murders”

“Creepy”

“Oh my thats them”

She pointed her finger over at two men in suits , walking twords us. I brushed my hair into my face , I turned to her but she was already gone. As they got closer I could hear them banter back and forth.

“Excuse me miss may we ask you some questions”

I sat up looking up at the man who spoke.

“Hi sam”

His jaw dropped as I spoke to him , I flashed a smile , I jumped up hugging dean before reaching out offering sam a hug. He pulled me in hugging me tightly his hands rested on my lower back. I pulled away still having the smell of him fill my nose

“So what’s going on , I havent heard about any murders”

Dean spoke when sam just stood there with a big smile across his face.

“Happend in the 80’s thinking its a wendigo who went quite”

“You guys still gotta gank it nice or not a monsters a monster right”

“Right”

Dean winked at me before sam cut in.

“So uhh whats new”

“A little this , a litte that”

I didnt tell him about ethan, I didnt need a absent father in his life Sam kept glancing at the ground then back at me.

“We ganked ruby”

“Oh im sorry ”

“Im not ,she was tricking me”

“Oh well cant trust anyone I guess”

“Ive missed you y/n”

“I miss you too sam”

His smile grew bigger.

“Maybe we can get a drink tonight and talk”

“I can’t im sorry”

“Oh you got a boyfriend or something?”

“No ”

Dean now trying to help his brother spoke now giving me his best charm.

“Why dont the three of us go get a drink and talk about getting the band back together”

“Id love to you guys but I cant”

Sam was about to protest when ethan came running from the playground.

“Mommy , mommy I caught a bug”

I picked him up sitting him on my hip.

“Let me see”

He opend his hand showing a dead cricket"

“Its dead hun”

“I know silly mommy , it was scaring lisa so I saved her , like how daddy saved you from monsters”

I kissed his cheek putting him back down , crouching down I grabbed his hand.

“Go say bye we gotta go home”

He smiled running off to say bye, I stood up sam and dean both wide eyed and speechless. I waved my hand in front of sams face making him snap out of his trance.

“You have a a a a son?”

“Yea his names ethan”

Sam stayed speachless watching ethan run back to us.

Ethan stood by my side , gripping my pant leg tightly. Sam crouched down pulling out his fake fbi badge.

“Hi im sam”

Ethan grabbed his badge.

“Im ethan”

“Tell him your full name ethan”

ethan tucked his head into my leg before looking back at sam smiling.

“My name is Ethan Samuel Winchester”

Sams head shot up looking at me, he stood up trying to figure out what to say.

“Ethan hunny dont forget your toy”

He ran back to the swings where his toy dragon sat in the sand. Sam finally spoke.

“Is he mine?”

“Yes sam , hes your son”

“When did you find out"

"Maybe a month and a half after I left”

“Why didnt you call?”

“Didnt think you would care”

I could see tears filling up his eyes. Ethan walked over , picking him up I gave sam and dean quick hugs before walking to my car , shaky and on the verge of tears.

*sams pov*

Dean and I just killed off the 90 year old wendigo. Dean decided we had a crazy day so the bar was the perfect place to go. We sat down at a table near the back , dean ordered 6 shots of whiskey , 3 for each , and two beers one for each. As we drank my mind kept snapping back to y/n and our son.

“Sammy?”

I snapped out of my day dream to dean cheersing me with his shot.

“So you’re a daddy sam”

“Im not a dad im just the biological father , I wasnt there for anything”

Dean downed his other two shots , so did I. He raised he hand asking for 3

More rounds. We were in the middle of our 3 or was it 5th round with jack when I finally yelled.

“Why the fuck didnt she call me dean? Ya know just be like oh hey sam im pregnant with your child just fyi or a text something”

“You told her to go sam , told her you wanted ruby , that you were cheating on her with ruby , that you wished she left , you made her feel worthless , unloved , unwanted , you were so jacked up on demon blood you didnt care when she walked out the door”

I buried my face in my hands , dean was right , it was my fault she never came back or called , I dont blame her for hiding him from me.

Dean cleared his throat.

“She clearly tells the kid about you”

I looked up at him , feeling tears build behind my eyelids.

“What?”

“She tells the kid about you I mean you didnt hear him say he saved the girl from the bug like his daddy saved her”

My heart beat hard agianst my chest. I had to see her ,tell her everything. I stood up but dean pushed me back into my seat.

“2 more rounds”

After we drank I felt the room spinning , my thoughts jumbled between y/n and ethan , and more alcohol. I walked outside feeling the cold air hit my face.

“Cas!”

I yelled when I heard the sound of wings I turned to see 3 cas’s , he spoke but I couldn’t hear him.

“T-t-t take me to y/n”

Next thing I knew I was infront of a little white house.

*y/n pov*

*BANG BANG*

I ran to the door , it was 2 am who the hell is banging at my door this late. I opened the door to find a very drunk , very sad sam.

“Sam?”

He smiled pulling me to his chest.

“Y/n!!”

I took him inside sitting him on the couch handing him a water bottle.

“Sam what are you doing here?”

“This right here ”

He patted his hands on the couch.

“Is where im meant to be”

“Sam please dont”

“Please just listen”

I sat next to him making sure we didnt touch.

“Y/n im so sorry for how I acted , for what I s s s said , ruby was a lying bitch just l l like you said. She tricked me into horrible things I never had sex with her , I never even looked at her like that , I was so junked up on demon blood that I didnt see that you were what I needed , w w what I need baby.”

I saw tears falling from his eyes now when he spoke.

“Baby you are my world , and we have a son , , I dont blame you for keeping him from me, but I I can’t , wont miss anymore of his life or yours , I need you back y/n , im so sorry so so so sorry”

He was now full on crying , I could tell dean had gotten him drunk so he could say how he felt. He looked back at me , his eyes blood shot and his breath smelling of whiskey.

“He has your eyes sam”

“Really?”

“Yeah , he is just like you more and more everyday”

I felt tears falling down my face.

“Sam you can come back but you have to be here , I wont let you hurt ethan”

“I wont ever hurt eaither of you”

His hands grabbed mine pulling me to him so now I was sitting on his lap facing him. He put one of his hands on my lower back while the other rested on my cheek. He closed the gap between us his lips gently touching mine. I kissed back running my hands through his hair making the kiss deeper.

“Ive missed you so much sam”

I helped him upstairs ,letting him sleep in my bed. As I layed next to him , he wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me into his spooning me.

“Does ethan know about me?”

“Yeah he knows you and dean hunting monsters like ghost and demons but he thinks your a superhero”

I heard his laugh as we fell asleep. I woke up before sam untangling myself from him. I walked downstairs where ethan sat watching his morning cartoons. I called him over to the kitchen sitting him in his chair I went to the frige grabbing things for pancakes.

“Mommy what’s wrong?”

Ethan looked at me smiling

“Nothing baby”

I walked away from my mixing bowl picking ethan up sitting him on my hip. Grabbing my wallet I took the picture of me sam and dean out handing it to him.

“That right there is your uncle dean , hes really brave and the tall guy thats your daddy sam he’s my hero”

Ethan smiled holding the picture, I walked into the kitchen sitting him down on the floor. I heard steps coming from upstairs.

“Ethan hun I have a surprise for you”

His head snapped up looking at me with wonder.

“What is it mommy?”

“I want you to look at that picture real close”

As he squinted his eyes , sam came down standing at the walk way into the kitchen.

“Now ethan look up”

Ethan looked up from the picture , as his eyes met sam , the biggest smile formed across his face.

“DADDY!!!”

he ran over grabbing sams legs as sam picked him up.

“Daddy your back!”

Sam hugged him tears falling down his face. His eyes locked onto mine.

“Daddys home now ethan”

After breakfast dean came over so ethan could know his family. As sam and I did dishes his hands grabbed my hips spining me around so now I was face to face with him.

“Y/n I wanna be a family”

“We are sam”

“I wanna make it offical”

He reached into his pocket pulling out a ring.

“I know its not much but will you marry me ?”

“Yes sam oh my lord yes”

He kissed me , my hands tangled in jis hair as we parted I could hear ethan and dean.

“Ew mommy and daddy are kissing”

“I know right gross”

I smiled at sam , knowing he will always be there for ethan and I

#Littlebrothersammyimagines #sam winchester imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader

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verngyu-moved · 6 years

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war, tome, and crown || ch. iv PREVIEW

author’s note: firstly i really want to apologize to anyone who was waiting on ch. 4--because no, i haven’t given up on writing this fic. in case you dont follow me or havent seen, my mom had health issues that began in late june and still have yet to be solved. it was thought to be cancer until just a few weeks ago her biopsy came back benign (thank GOD), but while she was bedridden i took up most of the housework, and tumblr became less of a priority. thus, making my poor story (and its audience) suffer. i’m really sorry i wasn’t able to keep up, to be honest i don’t know if anyone really reads this anymore, i couldn’t even open google docs because i was just so depressed + worried + heartbroken about my mom. thankfully, all the worst case scenarios that played out in my head turned out to be false, and regardless of the circumstances, i want to finish this story for me. however, to anyone who keeps up with WTAC, i really appreciate the love + support for my writing...i have more to say but i’ll save the real big thank you’s for when i finish. but please know the time you sacrifice to read my stuff means a lot to me, and its been a real joy writing it. its an honor to bring a world i love to life so much *throws uwus* so hopefully this is enough to hold you over til the end of the week or until next week !

-deedee

p.s. this chapter may be the longest ive ever written, with over 4k+ words while im only ~60% done (⊙︿⊙✿)

* this is just a preview, not the final version. excuse any typos or grammar mistakes.

“What sounds good to you, Your Highness?” Taking a look around at the bustling town square, people brushing past you and countless conversations all being had at once, their words jumbled up and nearly identical like cards in a deck. The gray and brown bakeries and smiths shoppes squished together, and the irony amuses you, as if the two had anything in common. Vendors have set up their businesses in front of these buildings, yelling in every direction—you scoff, wondering how it could draw in any business. One burly man hollers about how chicken is a vital element to the human diet, a lady in a blue bonnet politely but loudly calls onlookers to consider purchasing fabric (once again, you question how the two were related.) But you can’t bear to ask yourself any more questions before you’re hit with the scent of gingerbread, your mouth watering as you frantically look for the source of the painfully sweet scent. This is your first time in a marketplace, and it seems like it’s even stranger than the portrayals you hear about in the novels—nonetheless, it’s exciting. “Your Highness?” Cheol calls out to you again, but you knowingly remain silent, allowing yourself to take in the sights and smells before he remembers, “Ah, right, it’s your first time in a marketplace. Does anything catch your eye?” Upon hearing you sniff and your eyes searching every crevice of the marketplace, Cheol further pesters, “Or nose?” “Gingerbread.” is all you can say, you hadn’t realized you were this hungry but it only makes sense considering you hadn’t eaten yet. And perhaps the thrill of your civilian endeavors for the day have casted a spell on you. Cheol heads in the direction of the cookies, leading the way while you follow like a subservient puppy. Really, cookies in the morning, Y/N? you think to yourself, hastily pushing away the guilt that comes with eating cookies first thing in the morning. This is a first for you, and you’d rather not let it be overshadowed by an adamant sense of self discipline. Besides, with each passing second, you want those cookies more.

Seungcheol shells out a few coins in exchange for a few gingerbread cookies before you thank him, handing you a cloth with your treasure inside of it. Both of you wander away, Cheol groaning how he needs to buy a basket since he didn’t bring one, and before he can even reach the vendor for it that’s placed just paces away, you’ve devoured them all. “Great Mila! You ate all those already?” he laughs in disbelief, seemingly pleased at your appetite. “Sorry, I haven’t eaten yet, and I have a bit of a sweet tooth.” you reply transparently, satisfied with your marketplace experience thus far. “Guess I’ll be buying you breakfast, then.”

#seventeen #seventeen fic #only >500 words sdhfjgksdnfg #but i thought i owed readers /something/ after 84 years of no updates #*wtac #*fic #*

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cauldronoflove · 7 years

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Ok so this is really obscure, but I've had this idea for a while now, and I'd love to see you work with it? Headcanons for a time travel AU in which Peter Parker is messing with Stark Tech and gets sent back to the 1940s? He could work with Peggy Carter in the SSR to solve the case and pretend to be her little brother. Plus in 2017 Tony and Steve working together to get him back. If you think it's weird or want to skip it no worries! If not, then thank you so much, I love your headcanons!!

i love this concept so much you dont even know?? but also okay i realized abt halfway through these 2.5k+ words that this wasnt exactly what you asked for and i feel kinda bad about that but i hope you still like it all the same!! also i wanna say thank you for thinking of me for this prompt im super flattered????

- peter wasnt technically supposed to be in the 4th basement of stark tower

- technically he was on his lunch break and was supposed to be using said time to both eat and work on his spanish homework

- but he'd heard these whispers from a couple of the older interns about some of the old stuff that mr. stark had thrown down there because he never had time to finish them and peter had an idea

- see, he's been wanting to move up a bit, have mr. stark trust him a little more, and what's better then maybe taking one of his old designs and making it better and making it work

- so thats why he's in the fourth basement of stark tower, trying to remember if he's had his tetanus shot because some of this stuff is seriously Old

- and then he stumbles onto this little pyramid shaped....doohickey

- its the only thing in 4 floors of Things that doesnt have a label or a file or a crude drawing taped to the front of it so now peter is Officially Curious

- he kinda fiddles with it for a few minutes until his phone beeps with his 'hey pete youre gonna be super late getting back to work again' alarm and he about drops this thing on the floor because like everyday the alarm scares him to death

- but because hes clumsy and because hes pete he actually does drop it and everything goes black

- but everything's fine because he wakes right back up and he's pretty sure that he electrocuted himself but thats happened dozens of times so he picks himself up and brushes himself off and realizes that he may have been out longer than he thought because theres fewer boxes in the room than before and geez his head hurts

- "are you quite alright?"

- oh god he mustve hit his head harder than he thought because that looks like

- "m-miss carter, no sorry, ma'am? oh, oh god i'm so sorry that was so rude, agent? agent ma'am?"

- "this is howard's fault isnt it"

- "howard? as in....oh god oh god"

- "do you know where you are?"

- peter parker loved a lot of things and one of those things was museums and one of those museums in particular had an exhibit on a certain mr. rogers and adjacent to that exhibit was a small plaque about the woman standing in front of him and oh god he was going to hyperventilate and throw up in front of a literal legend and hero at the same time

- "remind me to kill him later. right now lets get you something warm to drink, yes? maybe some new clothes, youre looking a little singed"

- flash forward half an hour and he's sitting in front of the agent carter sipping at some terribly bitter coffee while she pursed and unpursed her lips a few times

- (annnnd time skip back to present day)

- friday: mr stark theres a woman downstairs beating on the door asking for youtony, 47 names going through his head: ...go on

- enter may parker, in her pjs, fire in her eyes, carrying on the legacy of brunette women ready to end a stark's life

- "it is ten o'clock on a school night, i've talked to ned, i've talked to mj and liz, i've talked to every corner sub shop owner, i even had a nice long chat with pepper, yet no one could tell me anything so you better have answers as to where my nephew is anthony"

- and in that moment, tony stark's life flashed before his eyes

- "hey, friday, where is the kid?"

- "peter's vitals havent been detected since 1:32pm on floor D"

- tony: fu-

- (back to pete and peggy)

- so he's quickly caught her up on the gist of whats going on (aka he told her he's from 2017 ny and hed really just like to go home) and she's taking it surprisingly well, all nodding and hmm-ing and cursing howard stark under her breath, kinda how may is when tony does like.. anything

- but now shes leading him through their super secret base and he's trying not to stare because, has he mentioned, hes literally standing next to peggy carter

- "right, well, here's your cot. if you need anything, dugan can help you. he's that one, there, with the cigar. you get some rest and i'll find howard and see if we cant get your...issue squared away. oh, and whatever you do, dont accept anything dernier tries to give you, you've already blown up once today, i dont think you can afford another"

- present day

- tony's been working through the night, a marginally-more-than-slightly disgruntled may beside him, and an even-more-than-marginally-more-than-slightly peeved happy beside her

- ("how do you lose a teenage boy, tony" happy moans to his phone when he wakes up and sees all the missed calls and texts he has)

- good news: it only took like 2 1/2 hours and three shots of espresson for tony to figure out what happened to peter

- bad news: it wasnt even a Tony Stark Exclusive Design, it was a Howard Stark One-Time Use That Was Actually A Malfunction Design, he'd had several more coffees that werent even close to being strong enough, and he had a growing black eye from the punch may landed before happy could pull her away and calm her down (maybe that last part should be in the good news column)

- "so he's just stuck in the 40s alone, then" may surmises, rubbing at the tension headache in her temples

- tony doesnt respond because at this point he needs his other eye for miracle working and depth perception

- "well, probably not alone," happy begins. "i catalogued everything in that level, and that stuff came from one of howard's london facilities, so it was probably calibrated for that time, so he's probably with-"

- tony: "hap, please dont finish that sentence"

- may: "1940s london. so he's with steve, then, safe. with captain america. okay, i can handle that."

- tony: "no, ah, a little later than capsicle, probably"

- may: "so not safe with captain america"

- happy: "safe with agent carter, more likely"

- pete and peggy

- good news: pete made it through the night without being blown up by the howling commandoes

- bad news: once howard was finally located and sobered up, he explained that he hadnt built that particular device yet, so peter was kinda stuck

- peter wasnt coping well

- "i have a spanish test tomorrow! and a trig test on friday! and i'm supposed to hang out with ned on saturday, and then may's gonna kill me when i dont show up for sunday dinner, and shes gonna kill me in general because i never checked in because holy shit i never checked in!"

- howard: peggy he's crying what do i do

- peggy: do i have to do everything myself

- she advances on peter and takes his chin in her hand, locking eyes with him: peter, you know who i am, dont you?

- he nods as best as he can

- "then you must know that i'm going to do everything in my power and then some to get you back home, dont you?"

- "yes ma'am"

- "good. go take a walk while i talk to howard, and if anyone asks, youre my american brother in for a short visit." and then she pats him on the cheek and his soul kinda ascends then and there because agent carter just patted him on the cheek AND gave him permission to tell people he's her brother

- so he goes to take his walk but the thing is when he gets anxious, he likes to fiddle with the loose legos he keeps under his bed, building and rebuilding tiny structures to help ease his nerves

- needless to say, he's an Absolute Nervous Wreck while he waits for some kind of something from peggy or howard and there arent any legos to keep him busy

- so he kind of takes that walk right on down to the lab and starts poking around because even if he is a certified nervous wreck he's also thr most inquisitive little shit that ever did walk the earth

- peggy finds him two hours later with a pair of loose fitting goggles on his forehead, his sweater sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and some . substance on his hands

- "please dont tell me youre somehow howard's long lost son too," she says, taking his appearance in

- he shakes his head as the beakers in front of him emit a puff of green smoke directly into his already scrunched up face "no ma'am; it's just that mr. stark kinda has me on desk duty and never lets me get my hands dirty so i like to take every oppurtunity i can get"

- she nods, "good, because howard needs you to describe what you remember of the device, and then you and i are going to begin the slog through the logistics of it all"

- "ooooookay"

- which is how peter parker ends up sitting across from peggy carter, the both of them scribbling extremely advanced mathematics onto yellowing sheets of paper as howard stark tinkered with some spare parts he had lying around as he tried to construct a crude rendering of the device

- peggy mostly doesnt talk, actually, she hasnt spoken since explaining that shed picked her math skills up on an assignment shed once had where she learned she actually loved numbers and then howard had been letting her do calculations for him in her free time

- peter was too impressed to respond bc from what he gathered she'd only been on that mission for six months and she didnt have much free time which meant she'd had to pick it all up FAST

- anyway, they got at that for hours, until peter cant keep his eyes open and even howard is dwindling; peggy waves them both off to bed but stays and keeps scribbling away

- they repeat that routine for 3 days

- on the 5th night, after she waves them off, peter goes to his cot and he tosses and turns for hours, listening to the commandoes play poker and crack jokes, but he cant sleep

- finally he gets up and just starts walking, anywhere his feet take him

- coincidentally, his feet take him past what he quickly realizes is peggy's room

- "peter why are you still up? is everything all right?" she asks, pulling off these big hulking glasses that made him incredibly homesick because she reminds him so much of may in that moment, big glasses on, hunched over a book in her lap, hair pulled back out of her face

- and he apologizes, but she Knows something's terribly wrong, so she gets up and ushers him away from her doorway, and leads him down a hall or two and then theyre standing in an open space, and she's looking at him like shes trying to solve one of her equations

- "do you know how to throw a punch, peter"

- " whatever youre thinking i dont think its a good idea we dont have any gear and i dont want to get hurt-"

- she shakes her head and asks again, and he finally answers with a kinda

- "'kinda' will get you hurt; watch me" and she begins to demonstrate a few slow punches and he follows her movements and tries to copy them but hes a little sloppy but its ok because she corrects him and finally theyre just standing beside one another counting out punches when she asks "whats on your mind"

- and he doesnt even hesitate he just lets loose everything, how much he misses may and how terrible he feels that he cant get in touch with her, how much he misses ned and mj and liz, how much he misses his fire escape and the deli on the corner and the buildings and then he's crying again, but she gracefully doesnt point it out

- once he's done spitting out everything thats bothering him she gets this kind of sad smile and says, "you remind me of a man i knew. he cared so much about his friends, sometimes to the point of not even worrying about himself, whuch meant he was always in some sort of trouble, as you can imagine. but he always found his way out of a problem, even if he was the one who created it." she laughs slightly then. "i guess what i'm getting at is even if i cant get you back home, even if howard cant, i believe that youll figure it out."

- "are you comparing me to captain anerica right now because i'm already crying and i dont think i can take much more" he says through sniffles, his arms slack by his sides now

- she smiles and nods, keeping her stance, and peter feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this amazing woman who immediately helped him without much of a pause and who's made sure he was okay for the past 5 days and who's up at god knows what time showing him how to throw a punch and being his borderline therapist and he just wants to give her something in return

- "im not sure if im supposed to do this, because for all i know it could tear a hole in the fabric of time and space but i really want to show you this," he begins, pulling his wallet put of his pocket.

- he flicks the little photo holders out and theres may, and theres ned and mj and liz, and theres that cat he found that one time, and theres him and tony, and there, at the bottom, is the time he officially met steve after the whole fight thing and all

- "this was taken a couple months ago; well, a couple months for me, it's decades from now, but here," and he holds out his wallet for her to see and she looks over the photo curiously before she understands and a tear slips down her cheek and she smiles the most grand smile

- "thank you, peter" and she passes the wallet back and puts her hand on his shoulder and says "i promise i'll have you home in time for sunday dinner"

- and she does

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Always Be There (Lucifer x Reader)

Characters/Pairing: Lucifer x reader, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Chuck

Warnings:Major character death, lying, angst, fluff

Word Count: 5287

Summary: Y/n is back but how long will it take before she finally leans what happened, how long before everything breaks down?

A/N: So for some reason of another you guys really like ‘ A Gift’ which I was not expecting! That nearly has 100 notes which is crazy for me!! Special mention to @roxy-davenport and @killerofthesouth for requesting this and @lindsaylove1226 just because she’s my fav.

Sorry I’ve been a little MIA recently, college has been very stressful and I havent had time to write which is sad. However, I’ve been ill this week so I’ve had nothing to do but write and watch youtube.

PART TWO OF ‘A GIFT’ Read this <--- First!!

There, all dressed in white, was Y/n. Lucifer’s heart ached when he saw her, feelings suddenly bubbling back after years of suppression. She was back! She looked just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more. Lucifer smiled but was too shocked to move.

“Lucifer?” She asked, her head tilted in confusion, “What happened?”

“Y/n!” Lucifer cried happily, quickly drawing me into a tight hug. I didn’t respond. I was confused and slightly scared. Lucifer noticed this and pulled back, with a sad look on his face he turned to the man stood next to me. “What’s the matter with her?”

“She’s in shock,” The short man said with a kind smile. “She’ll be fine in a minute, get her drink, son,”

Son? Lucifer doesn’t have a father… there was no way that this mousy, curly haired, quiet little man could be God! Surely He wouldn’t go for someone as unassuming as the man next to me. More confused than ever now, the man led me to sit me down on the little stack of steps a few feet away. I sat down and still said nothing, I was trying to figure out how I even got here!

One minute I was in Hell, with Lucifer, happily ruling together. The next minute I’m here! The place seemed familiar but I couldn’t place my finger on it. Lucifer returned with a glass of water and handed it to me carefully. Gratefully I drank it down in one, I felt like I hadn’t drunk in years!

“Where are we?” I asked as I set the glass down and looked around the rather dimly lit room.

“Nowhere, my darling,” Lucifer said quickly. Slowly he crouched down to my level and brushed a hair out of my face with a happy smile on his face. He was acting like he hadn’t seen me in years! It was strange, to say the least. “Would you like to go home?”

The man on my other side gave a warning look but Lucifer didn’t seem to see it, or if he did he didn’t care. Lucifer grabbed my hands and pulled me back up to my feet, glanced at the door as if to check nobody was watching then snapped his fingers sending us away from there.

Once the world stopped spinning and we came to a stop I finally began to relax a little. The familiar walls of Hell surrounded us and I sighed contentedly.

"Okay, my darling?" Lucifer asked with a smile as he snaked his arms around my waist and kissed my head.

"It's good to be home," I smiled.

"I'm glad you're back," Lucifer whispered. I laughed, I hadn't been away that long. Lucifer kissed me once more, more desperate now and I quickly knew what he wanted.

"Bed?" I asked with a smirk. Lucifer gave no answer but with a snap of his fingers, we were gone.

Weeks past and everything carried on in a similar fashion. Lucifer was being weirdly careful with me, not letting me out of Hell and only letting his most trusted demons near me. It was very unusual. I was more than capable of holding my own against even the worst demons, I had proved that on multiple occasions, but now? Lucifer was treating me like a china doll, every touch was so delicate and gentle as if I would shatter, that I was just becoming more and more frustrated. I had to get out.

Late at night, Lucifer was doing some ‘business’ with a few of his closest demons. He’d been gone for hours and I knew he wouldn’t be back for a few more. Now was my chance. I grabbed a bag from my closet and filled it with a few items of clothing and a couple of guns, just in case. I picked up my angel blade from the bedside table and walked to find a way out. I knew there was one close, so it wouldn’t be too hard to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A demon snarled as he caught me leaving my quarters. I scoffed at his rude tone and turned on my heel to face him.

“Excuse me?”

“Boss said not to let you out,”

“He did, did he?” I asked innocently as I walked closer to him. I picked out the blade from my coat pocket and spun it between my fingers. “Well tell him I don’t give a shit,”

Before the demon could protest I plunged the silver blade into his side. He screamed and the light inside him flickered out. I pushed his limp body down and wiped the blood off my blade then carried on. Luckily

Two men stood in the doorway, talking quietly to each other. I noticed the glint of silver metal in the taller one's hand. Quietly I crept closer, wanting to hear what they were saying. If they were demons they could very easily be moved, if not…

“Split up, Cas said she’d be ‘round here somewhere,” The shorter of the pair whispered.

“Are you sure this is even going to work Dean? We don’t even know if she’s here!” Suddenly I realised who these men were.

“Dean?” I asked breaking the silence in the room. Both men quickly turned to face me, knives out. Dean sighed in relief. I’m guessing I was who they were looking for.

"Y/n!" My eldest brother smiled and pulled me into a tight hug. I rolled my eyes and scowled at him as I quickly pushing him off.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were told to stay away," I said sharply.

"We're here to rescue you," Sam said quickly and hushed as he grabbed my arm to pull me back to them. I ripped my arm away and pulled out the gun from under my jacket.

"I don't need rescuing, why do you always think I need help. I'm happy, well I was before you two morons showed up,"

"We're your family,"

"Were. That means nothing now. Leave. Before I set my dogs on you,"

"Y-,"

"Ah!" I pushed the gun towards them and put my finger on the trigger. "One more word and I'll shoot. Got it?"

Dean’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, and within seconds he’d knocked the gun out of my hand and pushed me against the wall with his forearm pressed into my throat and his other hand over my mouth to stop me screaming. I struggled and kicked out but it was no use. Sam picked up my gun and now had it pointed at me.

"I get it, you hate us. Fine.” Dean said quietly. “All we want you to know is this. For the last three years, you've been dead. Lucifer killed you, slit your throat. He was jealous over nothing,"

"In your absence, he rose to power and then lots of stuff happened and God came back. That was who resurrected you," Sam continued quickly.

"You don't have to believe us but didn't you think it was weird how everything had changed a matter of hours, how we'd all changed except for you. You don’t have to stay with us, but please let us take you out of here. For god’s sake Y/n the guy killed you with his own hands then lied to you about it,"

"So?" Sam asked.

Carefully Dean released his arm from my throat and I gasped for air. I mulled over everything they said and as much as I hate to admit it, it made sense. Realisation quickly turned to anger and hurt.

"Leave it with me," I said angrily. "I'll find you when I get back,"

"Lucifer!" I shouted angrily as I stormed down the hallway to his offices. Demons who were walking past quickly scurried away, afraid of the consequences of being in my path. "Lucifer!"

I entered the board room with a loud bang as the doors hit the wall. All members at the table stood up in shock, gave a small bow but quickly saw the rage in my eyes and disappeared out the door.

"Why is it that my dumbass brothers have to tell me what happened before you do?" I said coldly, anger brewing inside me. Lucifer looked confused but I knew he knew what I meant. "How could you lie to me Lucifer? I thought you loved me!"

"I do!"

"Then why did you kill me? Why? What did I ever do to deserve that?" Lucifer gave no answer. "Exactly what I thought..."

I turned on my heel and stormed off with every intention of never coming back.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Lucifer exclaimed snapping his fingers and the doors closing firmly in front of me. I whipped around again and glared furiously at him.

"I'm. Leaving. You arrogant, selfish, stubborn, childish, ass! You killed me then when I came back to life, you lied to my face!"

"It was only a small-"

"I died Lucifer! I don't see how anything could be bigger than that! You cut my throat! You literally murdered me and why? Because someone told you I was fucking a randomer? Why the fuck would I do that? You know I'm in love with you Lucifer, more than anything in the universe!"

"I know..."

"If you knew then you wouldn't have killed me! Anything, literally anything could have been better than that," my voice cracked as tears began to fall down my face. "I can't stay with you, Lucifer. I can't."

"I had no choice Y/n. I'm the devil for heaven’s sake! If I'd let you walk, there would be nothing to stop you walking out on me, nothing! Do you know what that would have done to my reputation?"

"Your reputation! Really? This is what it's all about? Fine. I'm leaving! See how you're reputation deals with that!"

I turned on my heel and stormed towards to door which quickly shut with a loud slam. I practically growled I was so angry now!

"You can't leave here Y/n!" Lucifer boomed his red eyes flashing angrily at me.

"Really?" I challenged taking a step towards him. I lifted my hand up and swiped it through the air then the doors opened once more. Lucifer was astounded. "Perks of living in Hell I suppose," I smirked before walking out of the room. "Lucifer," I said as I turned back to face him once I was outside. "If you dare speak to me or even come within five miles of me I will be sure to Molotov your ass straight back to the cage. No hesitation. Got it?" No answer. "Good."

The doors shut with a loud slam that echoed through the halls. I could feel tears pricking my eyes but I powered through. I shoved various demons out the way as I stormed down the corridor back to where Sam and Dean had been. They were talking with Crowley in a dark corner.

“Get out of here Crowley,” I said angrily, glaring at the demon. He raised an eyebrow but he nodded and walked away. Neither Winchester said a word, they’d obviously heard our fight and didn’t want to make any worse. I followed them out of Hell, tears now running down my face silently as I walked away. I couldn’t make my mind up, my heart was telling me to go back to him but my brain knew how wrong that would be.

I didn’t say anything when we walked out of the hell. Both brothers kept asking questions and trying to get me to talk but I kept my mouth firmly shut. I was in shock. For the next two days, I barely spoke, only ever to tell Dean or Sam what I wanted from the store. I stayed focused on my phone. I was unsure what I was waiting for but I waited none the less.

To say being back with my brothers was weird would be a major understatement. Sure, I was happy that they’d told me the truth and got me out but I hadn’t seen them in nearly five years so getting used to living with them twenty-four seven was very hard to get used too. Some days were worse than others. Some days, I’d be absolutely fine with my brothers, go out on hunts with them and have a generally nice time but other days they’d piss me off with the simplest things. Sam would put a book down on the table to heavily or Dean would get me the wrong chips from the store and I’d be off like a rocket. These were usually the days I missed Lucifer the most.

I couldn’t get him out of my mind, he was constantly there in the back of my mind. Some nights I would wake up next to the door to the bunker trying to get out. I told Castiel about this and he said that it was something to do with our soul’s connection. According to Cas, after two souls have bonded they quite literally get joined together, after a period of being apart the connection can become agitated and causes your brain to try and get back to the person you’re connected too.

As the weeks past the thoughts became more of a physical thing. I had a constant headache, pounding against my skull. This headache turned into much stronger pain. It’d only last for a short amount of time, but it sure hurt when it did happen. It felt like heart and stomach were being crushed simultaneously. I didn’t want to tell Sam and Dean about it, it would only worry them.

Tonight was one of those rare ones where none of us had anything to do. We’d just finished a hunt and were waiting for another to pop up. We had no motivation to go out so we decided to stay in, get a take-out and have a generally relaxed evening. Dean and I set up an old pool table we’d found in the library and sent Sam out to find some Chinese food.

I was winning, as usual. Dean was complaining like a three-year-old, claiming I was cheating or that he was just letting me win because I was his baby sister.

Halfway through the game, I noticed a sharp pain in my leg. I looked down to check if I’d caught my leg on the table and cut it. Nope. Nothing. I chose to ignore it hoping it would go away, but my god I was wrong. The pain quickly shot up through my other leg and to my chest. I gasped and dropped my cue in shock. Dean looked up.

“You okay?”

“Yep,” I squeaked. “Fine.”

“Are you sure? You don’t look okay…” Dean looked suspicious and stopped what he was doing. Again, pain rushed over me and I bent over double, cursing loudly. “Y/n?”

The room span and I could feel myself rocking with it. I could see Dean shouting at me but everything was muffled like my head was full of cotton wool. My eyes fell heavy and I collapsed onto the floor. Everything went black.

"Sam!" Dean called as he helped me sit down. I groaned and gasped for air.

"What?" Sam asked sleepily as he walked into the room. As soon as he saw Dean and me, however, he quickly perked up, "Oh shit, Y/n?"

"I don't know what's happening. She was fine then she was on the floor!"

"Okay, um..." Sam frantically thought for something to help. None of us knew what was happening, which only made everything seem a million times worse.

A new wave of pain washed over me and I cried out loudly, trying to curl myself in a ball and stop the pain. It didn't work. The pain was immense, like nothing I'd ever felt before. Hot and cold at the same time, deep inside every bone and muscle in my body.

"He-help me!" I cried helplessly. "Dean!"

"Just breathe Y/n. You'll be okay."

“I don't wa-wanna die!"

"You're not going too, you'll be fine." Dean reassured me, "Call Cas, Sam. He might be able to help,"

"On it!" Sam said before running out the room. Within seconds Cas appeared.

"What's the- oh dear..." Cas started and quickly stopped. Dean looked at the angel, alarmed.

"Oh dear? What do you mean, oh dear?" Dean exclaimed. "Cas, help her!"

"I'm afraid I can't, Dean."

"You haven't even tried!"

"Dean, I've seen this before... this-this is not good,"

I groaned again and winced as pain throbbed through my legs and chest. My breathing was shallow and quick, I tried to take deeper breaths but I couldn't. It was like something was constricting my airway.

"I can tell it's not good, Cas. What do we do?"

"We need to find Lucifer,"

"No way,"

"She left him, we can't just bring him here she'll hate us!"

"Either that or she dies," Cas said. I gave muffled cry and sobbed, interrupting him. "Her soul is destroying itself, Dean. It's all the pain of Hell's torture without the torturer. She will die in minutes if we do not bring Lucifer here,"

Sam and Dean's eyes widened and jaws dropped in shock at his words. Both had been to Hell, tortured and even demonised! They knew what it felt like and the thought if their baby sister going through the same was unimaginably awful.

"Fine, find him bring him here and quickly!" Sam ordered as the two brothers returned to comfort their sister. Castiel understood and flew away as quickly as he'd appeared.

"Lucifer," Cas announced himself to the devil in front of him.

"Castiel, long time no see," Lucifer said bitterly, "Where're your boyfriends?"

"With Y/n. We have a problem," Castiel said. "And I am not in a relationship with-"

"Yeah, whatever Castiel. It's a joke,” He said grumpily, “What’s your point."

"Y/n's in trouble,"

"So? Why should I care?"

"She's your soulmate is she not?"

"Apparently so," Lucifer said bored of the topic already.

"She's dying," Cas said simply.

"Humans die all the time," Lucifer snapped. "Why should I care about her? She made her feeling known!"

"Y/n's dying, brother, because one of you has tried to break the bond between your souls. I can see it." Lucifer rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly. "If you care for her even one bit you will help her," Castiel said much quieter now. "Her soul will destroy itself if you don't."

Lucifer sat back in his throne and thought about it. Was Castiel even telling the truth? That's a stupid question, of course, he was, Castiel would not be as stupid as to lie to his older brother. But Y/n had made it very clear that she didn't want to see him again. He loved her too much to go against her wishes, even if they were heart-wrenchingly awful.

That was why Lucifer had tried to cut the tie to her, it physically hurt him to be apart from her. He'd hired a coven of powerful witches, who were all more than happy to serve their Lord, to use a spell to cut the tie. However, it only worked partially. But that seemed to be enough to hurt Y/n. Lucifer felt bad, but he was just doing what was best. He didn't want her to die, though!

"Take me to her," Lucifer said, now standing up tall in front of his younger brother. Castiel nodded and the pair disappeared.

"S-sam, it hurts," I whined. "I can't do this anymore,"

"No, no, no stay here. You'll be fine. Cas will be back soon,"

"I'm sorry De-dean," I whispered as the edges of my vision became darker and darker. My eyes became heavy and began to droop.

"No! No! Y/n!" Dean frantically tapped my cheek and shaking my arm, trying to keep me awake. "Sammy get some water,"

"Uh huh!" Sam shot up and out the room to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry I left yo-you," I whimpered, "I was stupid,"

"It's fine. You're fine. Don't apologise, please," I could see Dean holding back tears, he choked them down and put on a brave face.

"I don't want to die again Dean," I sobbed. I gritted my teeth harshly and hissed when the pain pulsated again. "Not now. I haven't beaten you at pool yet,"

Dean chuckled and moved some of my hair off my sweaty head. "Who said you'd win, sweetie?"

"I always win," I said quietly, my eyes fluttering shut again.

"No, come on stay awake," Dean tapped my shoulder. Sam returned with a glass of water.

"Y/n?" He said softly as he squatted next to the chair I was half sat half lay on. "Drink this?"

I pouted and turned away, swearing at the pain that just breathing was causing me.

"Come on sweetheart. Please?" Sam said desperately. He placed the cup in my shaking hand and guided it up to my lips to help me. I took a sip, swallowed it and immediately threw up.

"Shit..." Dean whispered under his breath. I couldn't see anymore, everything was a blurry mess of colour. I groaned and let my head fall backwards against the back of the chair. I wanted to die, everything hurt. The pain was unimaginable and it was inside every cell of my body. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see but I couldn't seem to die.

I slipped in and out of consciousness for the next few minutes. I wasn't totally aware of my surroundings anymore and when I did, I was more confused than ever.

"We can't just leave her like this! You're meant to be soulmates! Do something!"

"I can't, this isn't some toy you can fix with duct tape Dean. She wanted to leave me, this is me letting her do that!"

"She's dying!"

"Sure, but she was going too at some point, wasn't she? For god’s sake, if I didn't kill her one of Crowley's cronies would or maybe some other scumbag on the street."

"Lucifer?" I spoke up as my brain finally recognised the voices.

The whispering stopped and someone walked towards me. A cold shiver went down my spine and I slowly opened my eyes to see Lucifer, not in the vessel I knew but I could easily see it was him.

At first, I was angry at him but then the pain kicked back in and I was somehow happy he was here. At least I could die with his face as the last I'd ever see.

"Don't think like that, my darling," Lucifer whispered, a sad smile on his face. "I'm so sorry I let this happen. Those witches must have done something I swear I didn't-"

"Lucifer-"

"Please, let me." Lucifer slowly and carefully placed his hand on mine. At first, it was cold but quickly it turned into searing hot heat that ran up my arm like an electric shock. I screamed, more scared than anything, and tried to move away but I couldn't.

Sam and Dean shouted and pulled Lucifer away. However, this only made him angry and with a flick of his hand, the brothers were sent flying across the room into a wall and were knocked out cold. I could barely move, I just looked on helplessly and cried.

Castiel stayed perfectly still, afraid that he'd be the next recipient of his older brother's anger. Of course, Cas was scared of him, he was the devil after all!

"Lucifer don't." I whimpered.

"I am trying to help you, my love, I am! I can't do it if those mud monkeys are going to take you away again. I can't deal with that again, Y/n."

I winced and bit hard into my lip as the pain surged once more. Lucifer looked frantically to his brother, unsure of what to do to help.

“Brother, do you remember when Raphael nearly lost his mate?” Castiel asked cautiously stepping closer to us.

“No Castiel! I was in the cage! Remember?” Lucifer snapped, the stress of the situation becoming too much for him. I whimpered but stayed quiet wanting to hear what Castiel had to say.

“Well Raphael nearly lost his soulmate in a fire, he was badly burnt and so Raphael took him to Father as he could not heal him himself,”

“And you think he’d do the same for me?”

“He brought Y/n back didn’t he?”

“Yes but as you’re surely aware Castiel our father and I are not on best terms,” Lucifer growled.

“Maybe it’s worth a shot,” I spoke up, my voice weak and quiet. Lucifer took a deep breath and sighed giving me a small smile.

“Are you sure?” Lucifer asked, bending back down to my level again. I nodded and tried to smile but just grimaced at the pain instead. Lucifer stood up and looked over at Castiel expectantly. “Well come on then, take us to him.”

“Lucifer…” Chuck said suspiciously, “How did you find me?”

“Not hard,” Lucifer shrugged, “Twitter is pretty easy to work out,”

“Of course,” Chuck chuckled and rolled his eyes at his carelessness. “What seems to be the matter?”

“It’s Y/n,” Lucifer looked down at his feet in shame, “She’s hurt. I’ve tried to help her, believe me, father I have but I can’t. It’s like her body is rejecting any part of me. If you don’t help her she will die. Father, please.”

“You tried to break the bond between you two, didn’t you?” Chuck said sternly. Lucifer didn’t reply. “Oh, you idiot. I brought her back so you could have a second chance at doing something good. Something right. I should have known you would do this,”

“I didn’t know this would happen, father! I thought I was doing the right thing!”

“You always do,”

"Father, please. I do not ask much of you but please save her, she deserves so much more than this.”

Chuck thought about it for a moment, he hated to see his favourite son in such distress. But then again, this was Lucifer’s fault. If Chuck was going to be fair he wouldn’t help Lucifer again. But this was his son. His favourite and one of the only one archangels left. He couldn’t leave Lucifer so hurt like he had done before, he knew the consequences it would surely entail and was not willing to start that all again.

“Where is she?” Chucked asked after a moment. Lucifer looked up in shock, maybe his Father did care about him.

“She’s outside, with Castiel,”

“Well bring her in then. I’ll take the warding down and help her best I can but Lucifer?”

“Yes?”

“This can’t happen again, understand. I’m not always gunna have your back when you mess up.”

“I understand Father and thank you.”

Lucifer stepped outside Chuck’s room and walked over to Castiel who was currently trying to ensure that I didn’t pass out again. The feeling of being zapped half way across the world while also near death was not a pleasant one. I dipped in and out of consciousness while Lucifer was talking to Chuck, each time Cas had to keep me awake, at least untill Lucifer came back.

I couldn’t hear what the angels said, loud ringing in my hears had taken over a little while ago. but I quickly learnt that I was meant to be going somewhere as Cas and Lucifer helped me up on to my feet and carefully brought me inside the room that Lucifer had just been in. They sat me in a chair then spoke between themselves for a minute before Castiel disappeared.

"Hey,” Chuck said softly as he sat down by my side. I smiled as the ringing stopped and opened my eyes to look at him. “I’m Chuck, nice to meet you again.” I instantly recognised him as the man in that kitchen a few months back. This was God! “Now, I know you might be scared but don’t worry. I want to help you, as much of an idiot that my son is I do love him.” I nodded and let him continue. “What I’m about to do will hurt, but I promise once I’m done everything will be okay.”

“Father-“

“I’d suggest you leave, Lucifer,” Chuck said firmly, looking up at Lucifer. Reluctantly, Lucifer disappeared, giving me one last smile of reassurance before he left. I had to stay strong, I had to survive. But I knew I was weak, sounds were fuzzy and my vision was becoming more blurry by the second.

“Am I going to die?” I asked when he’d left. Chuck smiled sadly and shrugged.

“We’ll just see how this goes okay? One step at a time,”

The next few minutes were the worst of my life. When Chuck placed his hand on my chest my whole body felt like it was on fire. Everything burned and although I tried to get away I couldn’t move. I tried not to show any pain or weakness, out of embarrassment more than anything else, but I couldn’t help it. I screamed and sobbed and wept and pleaded for the pain to stop. Chucks mumbles of reassurance were left on deaf ears. After ten minutes of pure pain and torture, he stopped, taking his hand away and trying not to draw attention to the large scorch mark left on my skin. Chuck looked confused, exhausted and worried.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I don’t know what those witches did Y/N but I’m afraid to say there is nothing I can do.”

“What?” I whimpered as tears trickled down my face.

“I’m so sorry,” Chuck gently moved some of my hair out of my face and kissed my cheek lightly. I smiled and nodded a thank you to him fore he stood up. I tried to push myself back up from where I’d slouched but my arms were too weak. Chuck brought Lucifer back inside andthen left, leaving us completely alone.

“Y/n?” Lucifer was now at my side. His face was damp like he’d been crying, something I didn’t know angels could do. His usually bright eyes were dull filled with worry and heartbreak.

“Don’t worry about me Lucifer. I’ll be fine,”

“Of course I’m going to worry. I love you Y/n.” Lucifer said as he pulled me into a hug. I smiled sadly and hugged him back. His fingers found their way into my hair and lightly tangled between strands. “I’m so sorry this had to happen, I’m sorry we had that fight, I should have told you what happened,”

I gently kissed him, starting to cry when the realisation of the situation came over. I was going to die and there was nothing either of us could do.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pulled away. Lucifer couldn’t speak, his voice caught in his throat as he continued to cry. I could feel myself becoming weaker and weaker and I let myself lean on his shoulder.

“Please don’t go Y/N.” He whispered, “Please,”

“You’ll be okay,” I smiled as I placed a small kiss on his shoulder. “I promise. I’ll always be with you,”

“It won’t be okay, Y/n. I won’t!” Lucifer protested. “Would you just look at me, I’m sobbing over a human! You’ve completely changed me Y/n, how is anything ever going to be okay again? I can’t do this without you. Please, stay.”

But it was no use, the light faded and Y/n’s pulse slowed to nothing. Lucifer clutched onto her, hoping that somehow she’d come back. He sat there for hours. Hoping, praying and pleading for her to come back to him.

She never did.

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para || Braine: A New Path, 1/04/2017

Tagging: @mr-blainderson and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Wednesday Morning, 4 January 2017

Setting: Boarding Facility (and trails), Harrod, OH

Summary: Brody and Blaine both need to get away from Lima’s crazy, so Brody takes Blaine to learn the basics of horseback riding.

Part 2

"Oh, I'm sure. I mean, he's adorable and tiny, and those type //never// wreak chaos," Brody continued to tease. He was sure that the dog would be fine for a couple hours: probably sleeping on the bed or something, in the lap of luxury that his owner had set up for him. "Well, it sounds like a good size, definitely-- less worries about crushing the poor guy with a wrong step. He certainly looks Blaine-sized anyways. I'm sure the two of you will go out in no time in matching bowties." He chuckled at the idea, then nodded. "Oh, no-- I mean, my family's had a dog. But he was just you know, one of those normal outside mutts that wandered around the ranch and chased cats and stuff. God, Bandit must have died when I was, what? Twelve?" He shook his head and shrugged. "Anyways, we didn't replace him. Four teenagers and half a dozen horses or so, didn't really have time for playing fetch, you know? Same with the cats-- they were all outdoors, and barely had names. Mostly just for pest-control. And I don't think I would've wanted a rodent-- we had enough rats running around the place." He scrunched up his face. Blaine's expression wasn't something Brody was expecting, and he felt suspicious-- did Blaine know? Well, apparently Dani knew something was going on between him and Marley, so he hadn't been as discreet as he thought with her, but they'd just been discussing Bas. He //knew// he hadn't been flaunting any sort of weird thing with him. So why was Blaine looking at him like that? Brody pushed the thought from his mind determinedly-- he did //not// want to think about people knowing his personal business, and he had to be just reading into things because he was upset about the whole situation. It was that easy. Brody scoffed at Blaine's reply, arching an eyebrow at the back of his head, "Somehow I doubt that will be too difficult," he called to the other man. Brody smiled. "Well, next time you should. Or at least send out a text-- it's not like my holiday was that exciting. I would have come out to see. Maybe made a drinking game out of your set if I got bored," he added jokingly. His face fell a little at Blaine's admission: Brody knew about family problems, and his own was a sore spot, so he could definitely sympathize. "Third? Ouch. Okay, you realize that I now have to officially adopt you and take you out for the holidays, because that's a crap draw. Except, you know, the singing bit-- that's okay. Oh! Next year, we'll go caroling," he suggested, although that honestly sounded heinous to him-- not because he hated singing (even though he wasn't especially good), but because Brody despised the cold Ohio weather. But he'd bear it for Blaine-- or at least he would right now when he didn't actually have to do it. "I'm surprised you found someone sober enough to remember the lyrics with you," he remarked with a smirk. Brody didn't really know that song sober, and he had no idea what the crowd would have been like that night. The older man nodded along with Blaine's thoughts: it was really great to hear him sound so passionate about something like that. "Well, I guess it's one of those 'Don't quit your day job, but don't give up' kind of things, right? I mean, there's a lot of opportunities to chase a passion, if you're willing to look." He straightened up in his saddle and threw a smile over at Blaine. "Look, I know I'm not //that// old, but...dancing does have a sort of age cap on it. I know I hit my peak about ten years ago, but at least I still get to mess around now. I don't mind coaching." He shrugged; it hurt, obviously, losing his chance, but he'd had a long time to come to terms with it, and he was generally pretty happy with the way his life had gone, career-wise. He grumbled in faux disappointment, "Fine, fine-- no giant foam finger. Just the big megaphone and banner then."

Brody liked the whole nature aspect of the ride: he imagined that's what drew people to the idea of horses in the first place. It was away from the hustle and bustle and drama of real life, and you got to see things that you normally missed in the suburbs. Like a deer. Blaine's eyes were sweeping the area, possibly trying to search for anything else, and sure enough there was a second half-hidden in the brush. Brody figured that there weren't anymore besides, but hey-- two deer was something. His borrowed horse snorted, apparently bored with the cold and standing around part of the ride, and suddenly the animals sprung into action, bounding off and away from the scary humans staring at them. "And there they go," he commented with a dry laugh, before pushing his heels gently and clicking his tongue to spur the horse onward. "If I could figure out a way to get my kids to pay that kind of attention," he commented, glancing back at Blaine, "I feel like I would have a much higher GPA in my Algebra class, you know?"

"Oh of course not, they're completely perfect angels. Or at least they are in my mind, lest I leave early due to my worry," he replied, smiling. He was starting to get slightly worried, but he shook it off and continued. "For sure, though I have been extra careful with my steps lately, since he's pretty decently small right now. And you're not wrong, I've scouted some dog sized bow ties at Target. I'm beyond excited." He was trying his best to joke about it, but it was honestly an exciting prospect to Blaine to go out to a special occasion, matching bow ties and all. Blaine nodded in understanding. "Gotcha. Bandit, that sounds like a good fit from what I know about your ranch life." Which he would admit, wasn't much, but it was a nice picture; a family ranch with a dog running around. "Well, I'm sad to hear that regardless, Lula might just be the reason I got through some of the things I did, as smoothly as I did." He shrugged and smiled. "But I'm also going to assume that you had enough to keep you busy, I could see where a dog as an actual pet would be hard." He noticed Brody scrunch up his face and internally panicked for a second, but he quickly decided not to dwell on the moment and he moved one. He grinned and shook his head. "Yeah, somehow I have the same feeling." He bowed his head, hiding his blush. "Uh, yeah, I will." His blush quickly subsided as he shot Brody a look and stuck his tongue out at him. "Well, at least you've encouraged me to make sure that my set is so amazing that you can't possibly get bored." He watched Brody ramble, with a small, amused smile on his face. "Well, I don't oppose you adopting me, but I will ask that you don't add caroling for my benefit. To be honest, I hardly like caroling myself." He shivered at the thought. Walking in the cold, having only a few families actually listen and not slam the door upon arrival. Blaine glanced at Brody and grinned. "Yeah, I never said they were sober, but they managed to fight their way through it. It was a good show." He twisted in his saddle to find a position that was even slightly more comfortable than the one he was in, but it was proving a little difficult. "Exactly. I'm not aiming for the 'big shot' by any means, but I'd like to reach a bigger audience if I can. Hell, I may try YouTube or something." He finally settled, realizing that it was a lost cause and defiantly telling himself that it wasn't /that bad/. He smiled back and shrugged.

"If you say so, but I still have faith that you could if you tried. But it's great that you like coaching, at least you're not miserable, regretting your life choices." He noted the shrug, noticing that behind the tough exterior, it may bother him more than he wanted to admit. Blaine rolled his eyes. "If I get the choice, stick with the finger.

Blaine watched the deer leave, smile still in tact as he watched. He was snapped out of his trance by a laugh, and he looked back at Brody. He laughed and shrugged. "People tend to pay attention to what they havent experienced before. These kids have been sitting in these classes ranging anywhere from 9-13 years, they're over it. I, on the other hand, have only seen a deer when it was standing on the side of the road as I pass it in my car. This was new."

"Can't have that," Brody agreed, "so yeah-- definitely an angel. Yeah, but I mean, at least right now your eyes are pretty much on him all the time anyways, right? So it shouldn't be too bad until he's bigger." The older man's eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously? They really have dog bow ties?" He could see that that sounded like something Blaine would actually like, so he wanted to be supportive-- and it didn't sound awful, considering he'd be matching his owner-- but he was still floored that some person had made them in the first place and gotten a large-scale retail to sell them. Brody nodded, "Yeah, he fit in pretty well. He probably liked Jeff best if he was going to like one of us, but that's because Jeffy's butt stayed off the horses," he laughed. "Lula was your family's cocker, right?" he asked with a slight frown in thought. He honestly couldn't imagine Blaine having any problems growing up-- the guy was a human puppy, and who would kick a puppy?-- but between a rough family connection and Brody's recollection of Blaine telling him about transferring to Dalton when he was in high school, apparently it wasn't as easy as he imagined. "It's good that you had her. I guess I just didn't have it that rough growing up," he admitted. "Or if I did, I was too tunnel-visioned to notice. I pretty much had dance running in the background all the time unless I was actually doing it, so I might have missed when something important was happening." Brody had had a great childhood, as far as he remembered: not without some drama, but not like the bullying or overall angst that Spencer and some others had referred to. It was starting to make him wonder how much he was actually paying attention in school. "Yeah, I mean, the horses were pets too, so it wasn't like I didn't have anyone to bond with. Star, Bay, Oprah, Mike, St. Pauli, Max, and Chaz, and those were just the ones in high school." He laughed nostalgically, considering how he and his brothers had taken to naming the horses. He'd never really felt deprived without a dog, to be honest. "Damn straight," he laughed, nodding his head stubbornly. He could be an ass, but he knew he was better than Bas.

Brody bobbed his head in understanding, pressing his lips together. "I mean-- do you want to talk about it?" he asked. Families were tricky, and while Brody himself was never keen on discussing his problems, he could see how someone like Blaine might get something out of venting. If he wanted. Brody flashed him a grin. "Good." He leaned over his horse and pushed lightly at Blaine's shoulder, "You better." Blaine's reaction caused the older man's grin to turn impish, "See? I'm helping already," he teased. "Good-- you'll like having D as a mom. She's overprotective as hell, but she's got a cabinet full of Jack and likes Disney movies. Heck, if you tell her you're into jazz, you'll probably become her favorite kid ever. Oh, thank god," he responded with an exaggerated breath of relief. "I freaking hate the cold honestly. I mean, I can handle being out here like this--" he gestured the early morning around them, "but if I'm going to be outside, I'd rather be constantly on the move, you know? Hey, maybe instead of caroling we'll go Karaoking," he offered. "It's warmer, there's more variety in the music, and there's food." Brody laughed. "Well, that actually makes it sound way better-- I want to see your Duet with a Drunk. You could make that a regular thing and put it on YouTube with your normal sets." He leaned back slightly in his saddle, careful to keep his posture correct, because the last thing you wanted was to get caught in a bad position. "Hey, I'm not doing so bad. I like my kids. And yeah, that would kind of suck." Brody regretted a lot of his choices in his life, but coaching dance was actually not one of them. Brody grinned again at Blaine's response. "Yes! Big Red Finger! We're number 1!" Brody chuckled. "I was actually talking about the deer, but yeah-- you were equally enthralled, so good point. Really? You've never seen a deer just out and about?" He arched an eyebrow curiously-- he'd seen deer everywhere growing up. They were like cats in his mind-- just kept popping up in random fields like they belonged there or something. He assumed everyone had had the same experience. "We'll have to get you out here during spring and fall," he added with a smirk. "Make sure you get a full variety-- turkeys and bunnies and squirrels to go with your deer experience. You'll be a regular cub scout."

Blaine nodded and laughed. "Yeah, this is the first time that I've been away from him. So I guess we'll see. I'm putting my faith in him right now." He was bemused by Brody's surprise and he chuckled. "They do, yeah. Not too many options, but they've given me a starting place at least. It probably wouldn't be a constant thing. I'm not one of those monsters that make their dogs stay in clothing year round. But on little outings or such, it'd be cute." He grinned and laughed with Brody. "So is Jeff your...brother, I assume?" Blaine nodded and smiled at the thought of his old family pet, though sadly at the times he was referring to. He had gone through some pretty rough patches in his life, with the bullying and the constant family coldness. It had caused something of a depression in Blaine's early years, and Lula was the only thing that made him feel better. He offered Brody a weak smile. "That's good though, right? I'm glad you didn't have it rough and that you had dance to get you through things like that." He smiled a little more genuinely with a small shrug. "When I transferred to Dalton and joined the Warblers, it helped quite a bit. So it's not like my life was just all bad. Just...different." Blaine's eyes widened at the names of the horses and he tried to hold back his laughter. "Okay, /who/ came up with those names and what's the story behind them because those are fantastic."

Blaine's smile faltered slightly at the question. He knew that he could trust Brody and confide in him, but it was a lot, and something that even Blaine had been avoiding working through because he thought that he didn't need to. So he just let out a shaky laugh and shook his head, trying to play it off. "I don't want to bore you with that, Brodes. Besides, there's not really too much to tell." At Brody's remarks, Blaine just rolled his eyes with a smile, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, something that had become a nervous tick for him of sorts. It had been a little over a year since he had heard anyone actually /want/ to hear his music, and he had started getting set in his quiet, hermit ways. So hearing Brody talk like that made him slightly uncomfortable, but in a good way. A way that he could get used to. "Well, it's a good thing that I love Jazz, then. I love being the favorite child." Not that he ever had been, but he liked the prospect. Blaine nodded in understanding. "Yeah, no I completely understand. While I'm not outdoors just all the time, when I am, I'm usually running or being active in some way. I hate just standing out in the cold though. So yes, karaoke sounds like the much better option here." Blaine looked thoughtful for a moment and nodded. "You may be on to something there, my friend. Bring your camera whenever you come to a show; I'm depending on you to catch these moments. So that means no Red Finger." Blaine smiled softly at him and nodded. "I like my kids too, even if I want to stab myself in the eye sometimes. It's good to know that if music doesn't pan out, I'll have them."

Blaine shook his head, shrugging. "It's kind of surprising too, because we lived in a rather large out kind of just on the edge of the woods. Granted, I spent most of my time studying music, watching musicals, writing music, dancing; so I didn't really notice when Bambi showed up in the backyard. Thankfully there were no hunters involved." Blaine shot a pointed look in Brody's direction, but chuckled. "As long as I get one of those cool sashes and your provide me with patches, we can do that."

"Well, better his first time being a couple hours out here then waiting till eight hours of the first day of classes, right?" Brody agreed. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Man, well, I mean, really?” The concept floored him for a second, but when Blaine reminded him about literal dog outfits that he’d seen himself, his mind relented on his skepticism, filling in with his own experiences. “Yeah, I guess I can think of worse things to do with your dog. I once saw a poor German Shepherd in a tutu, so I hardly think a little bowtie every now and again is anything cruel. And if you added a little sweater vest for Christmas, I’m sure no one would blame you,” he added, cocking a half grin. Brody nodded. “Oh, yeah-- younger brother. Kind of a puppy, like you, though he’s about 28 now. I’ve got two older ones too, Mark and Bob. But they’re all back home in Cali, you know? Don’t come out here that often.” Scratch that; his family had never come out to see him, but Brody didn’t want people to notice things like that if he could help it, so he smiled when he talked about his family and played the words easy. His past was too complicated for the water cooler, and he preferred to keep those cards close to the chest. Blaine looked a little sad at reminiscing his old dog, and Brody wondered how rough it must have been to lose her-- Blaine already seemed ridiculously attached to this one. If kid-Blaine was using her as a living diary, so-to-speak, he was probably felt like he’d lost his best friend. “Yeah, I mean, I’m not the guy that goes searching out drama, so I’m glad I missed it. But, you know...” he faltered, feeling guilty that he couldn’t really empathize with his friend and coworker. He wished the guy had just had an easier time and therefore could empathize with him. When Blaine perked up at the mention of Dalton, Brody smiled. “They really were something for you, weren’t they?” he asked, recalling their earlier conversation about Blaine’s desire to teach there. If Brody were guessing, he’d say that place seemed more like home than Blaine’s home had. “I bet they’ll be lucky to have you-- when you get to transfer, I mean,” he added. “Do you still keep in touch with any of those guys?” Brody outright laughed at Blaine’s reaction to his childhood horses. He didn’t blame the guy-- they were arguably pretty amusing names, although they definitely fit. “Oh man, we all did, pretty much. I mean, Oprah was Jeffy’s-- he said it was because she was nice and listened to him, but honestly I think it was because she was black and kind of chubby, but that sounds ridiculously racist and I’d rather you didn’t repeat that. Um, Bay and Star were Mark’s, which are actually pretty stupid names if you know anything about horses. Delilah, for example--” he leaned over and pointed to his mare “--is a bay quarterhorse. Bay just is a shade of brown. And that white stripe on her head? Hers is called an ‘irregular blaze’ technically. A star is what they call it when it’s just kind of a white dot on their forehead. Because Mark’s dull as dishwater,” he laughed. “Uh, Mike and St. Pauli are alcohol brand names, so you can tell where Bob’s mind was at, even in middle school. Max and Chaz are mine-- they just honestly seemed like decent names. Plus when I got mad at them I could call them Maximillian and Charlotte Ann, which somehow sounds more serious? I don’t know,” he shook his head-- Brody wasn’t really that original at naming his own things. His truck was Trixie, for pete’s sake.

Brody understood the value of secrets-- there were a lot of reasons not to talk about things, after all. And while he and Blaine were friends (or at least friendly), Brody certainly wasn’t the guy’s confidant. So how badly the guy was trying to play off his past wasn’t Brody’s business-- he just nodded in understanding, respecting his coworker’s privacy. “Yeah, just, you know, if you want to vent about boring stuff,” he followed up, leaving the door open without forcing Blaine anywhere near it. He hunched a bit in the saddle, rolling his eyes, but Blaine’s smile didn’t look overly uncomfortable about the idea of Brody seeing him perform-- although if the guy forgot to text him, the older man wouldn’t hold it against him. Some hobbies were better kept separated from work. Brody himself laughed, “See? You fit in already. Well, just don’t be too good-- you might end up replacing me as her favorite guy period, and then where would I be? That’s my True Love right there. You just stay the favorite son, and we’ll be good. I’ll teach you to ride a bike and everything. And hey, look! I’m already putting you on your first horse-- I’ve totally got the hang of this.” He laughed and smiled. “Okay, good-- we’re on the same page. We’ll find a winter-themed karaoke night and go there for the holidays.” Brody wrinkled his nose, “What? You’re putting me behind the lens? You know those people can’t talk, Blaine? Ruins the quality. You would silence me just for YouTube hits? Who’s going to make the weird whooping noises for you?” He put on a faux pout, although he would definitely help Blaine if he could. “Hey, though-- I could put you in touch with the AV kid that set up my channel, if you want. I mean, mine is really simple, but the quality’s got a draw.” Brody laughed. “Yeah, they can be a handful, but would you really get so frustrated you’d want to damage your most potent weapons? I think that’s a horrible thing to threaten Blaine,” he teased lightly.

“Well, at least you were doing something constructive,” Brody consoled him. “And anyways-- deer kind of all look the same, so you can just take that image right there--” he gestured to the empty field “-superimpose it in your backyard, and bam-- exact same idea.” He gave a dry laugh, “Yeah, well, you won’t see them on these trails either-- too many people potentially wandering around, plus it would spook the horses. There’s better areas, I’m sure. I mean, I don’t waste my time, since I can barely hit the broad side of a barn with a shot, but I hear the kids talk.” His face broke into a smirk at Blaine’s expression, but he nodded, “Absolutely-- we’ll have a ceremony every time you get a new one. With cookies and punch.”

Blaine looked thoughtful, figuring that Brody had a point. “Yeah, I guess that’s true; this way he can work up to it. Though I feel that would work better if I was actually going to be gone from home the next couple of days as well.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of a German Shepherd in a tutu. But then he thought about how sad the poor thing must have looked and he quieted down. “Yeah, tutus are a bit much. There’s accessorizing and then there’s overkill. A Christmas vest would be cute, I’ll have to keep an eye out for those this year.” Blaine grinned as he heard that Brody had a puppy in the family. “Well, I guess that means that my ‘puppy’ charm won’t work on you, if you’re used to it.” Blaine nodded in understanding, adding a sigh. “I know how that goes. Well, obviously, not to the same extent, they actually live in Ohio, but even then, they don’t visit too often.” He glanced over at Brody, giving him a small smile. “I’m sorry they don’t get to visit much. It must suck to be so far away from them.”

He tried to hide his smile as Brody tried to relate to him. He appreciated the attempt, and he would always be grateful for it. Blaine’s life was far from the worst life to possibly live, but he knew he had struggles that were kind of difficult for people to either relate to or understand, and he never held it against them, the few people that he did open up to. He let his smile shine through though when the other asked about Dalton. “They were my family when I desperately needed one, student and teacher alike. It’s where I was able to actively express myself without having to worry about what was waiting around the corner.” Blaine’s smile faded slightly at Brody’s remarks at transferring. He had really started to love McKinley as well, and the friends he was able to establish there. While Dalton had been his home back then, he was starting to see McKinley as his home now. “If I transfer, anyways. Though I wouldn’t say that. I think I’m a good teacher, but I don’t know if I’d be able to keep up with Dalton’s curriculum,” he said, playing it off as much as he could. “You mean, aside from Bas? Every now and then, yeah. There are a couple who stayed around the area that I need to get in touch with again. It’s been ages.” Blaine watched Brody ramble through the list of names and how they came to be and laughed. “Your family sounds amazing. I also support your names; who doesn’t want to use Maximillian in an angry voice?”

Blaine pulled his lips up into a tight smile, genuine but distant. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.” He had had a sudden urge to talk about everything but he kept it to himself. This day was a day to forget and relax, not pull up all the dark clouds that rested in his memory. He knew he wasn’t opposed to telling Brody and letting him in, but it just wasn’t the time. He snorted, listening as Brody rambled on, taking the true role of his adoptive father. “I solemnly swear not to steal your one true love. I’m okay with staying the favorite son. And yes, you’re the best dad ever. I’ll get you a mug and everything.” Blaine shook his head with a smile. “Deal, Christmas Karaoke it is then.” He shot the older male a strange look. “Hopefully no one, I’m hoping for genuine cheers. And you would have the most important job! Making sure that any great moment is captured for the world to see? Your role is almost more crucial than mine.” Blaine looked at him puzzled for a moment. “You have a channel? What do you use it for?” he asked out of genuine curiosity. He chuckled and shook his head. “No, I guess I wouldn’t.”

Blaine smiled and nodded, looking back out into the field. “Yeah, I guess that’ll have to do. I’m glad I won’t have to really worry about hunters here though. I don’t think my little heart could handle it.” Blaine grinned back, giving a short nod in approval. “Good, I expect the good kind as well. A 25 year old man getting his boy scout badges is a special occasion that deserves to be celebrated.”

Brody shrugged-- consistency would make for better routine, yeah. “I mean, you can keep coming up here, I don’t mind the company. But I think you’ll be sore enough tomorrow, so maybe not,” he offered dubiously-- Blaine didn’t seem to want to be far from Bing regardless, and riding wasn’t something you just started as a daily thing randomly. Blaine’s laugh at the poor dog’s misfortune caused Brody to crack a grin as well, although it really had been an unsettling thing to witness. “Well, it’ll make for a worthwhile Christmas card next year, that’s for sure,” he agreed. The older man bobbed his head, heart hurting as he thought about his baby brother back home. “I hope so-- I mean, it Jeffy called me up and asked for something, I’d still probably come running today, so not sure what that says about my resistance.” Literally-- Brody would jump off a cliff if Jeff would ask for it. But really, if any of his family was desperate enough to talk to him by now (besides his mom), he’d probably do anything. Brody’s brow furrowed unhappily at Blaine’s reveal-- what kind of asshole family lived in the same state and still wouldn’t see their kid? Especially if their kid was Blaine? “Well, I wouldn’t worry about it. Me and Dani make enough trouble over the holidays to set off a National response.” He bit his lip. “Yeah, well, I mean, between kids and jobs, life just happens. And, I mean, my mom calls all the time--” every one or two Fridays at dinner, like clockwork “-- so it’s not that big of a deal.”

Brody smiled at Blaine’s brightening when the subject of his old school came up. “That’s pretty amazing: I mean, not a lot of people have that, you know? Especially not through school.” The older man’s lips twitched a little at the amendment. “If? You don’t think you’ll get in?” Or maybe he’d actually like to stay? Brody knew public school had a lot of pitfalls, and McKinley probably more than most, but he really did like the new teacher, and would be glad to see him stick around for a while. “I mean, you handled it just fine as a student. I doubt you’d be any less capable as a teacher. Probably overqualified, since you know the place so well.” He flashed a grin in encouragement. Brody wished Bas’ name would stop coming up-- it kept bringing him up short, causing a sort of stutter to the conversation, that, while miniscule externally, felt jarring in his head. “Bas? Sebastian went to Dalton?” he echoed. He’d known the guy went to a private school growing up, but considering his law degree was from New York and his family from France, an Ohio-based school seemed a little baffling. Brody let out a chuckle. “Well, we all definitely had our quirks. I feel for our mom, really. Right though? I always liked a good normal name that can be put to good use.”

Blaine’s response felt honest, but also effectively closing the conversation, so Brody respectfully dropped it. Like he’d said-- he just wanted to put it out. Just in case. The older teacher grinned in amusement. “Good to hear-- you know how hard those things are to come by? I mean, favorite sons are a little tricky as well, but True Love-- I mean, that only happens with most protagonists of every tv show. Very rare. Oh goodie! I do love a good mug.” He laughed at the idea of Christmas Karaoke, “It’s a deal. No one? Well that’s just disappointing. I mean genuine cheers come come from anyone, but who will be so supportive that they’ll bring out foam fingers and overly dramatic applause?” he told Blaine, a faux serious expression on his face. “Oh yeah-- TitanicTexting-11? The AV Club set it up for me as my little texting box for my kids who can’t follow the No Phones in Class rule,” Brody revealed with a grin. “We mess around with the audio and do that weird silhouette thing for the faces, and then just mishmash a recording of all the texts I catch them sending that I force them to read in my little Confessional Box in the back of the class. It’s got a pretty decent subscription, just because kids like to laugh at each other.” Brody smirked triumphantly. “Exactly. You’ll just have to find something else to stab in frustration.”

Brody raised an eyebrow,” Because you’d be afraid of getting shot or because you don’t want to think about them getting shot?” he asked. “Seriously; we’re going to have to really expand on what sort of knowledge is expected of you. Like the Drinking Game badge, and the 100 Papers Graded in One Night badge,” he added with a laugh.

Blaine smirked at his friend and nodded a little, the stiffness in his legs already at the forefront of his mind. "Yeah, I think I'd probably refrain from riding again right off the bat. But we could still come give you company. As long as you don't go galloping off into he distance, we could always walk beside you. Or if you needed to work in the barn, I could come hang out, give you someone to talk to lest you become a crazy horse man." His grin didn't falter; he truly wouldn't mind coming and spending time with his friend. Especially when it seemed as though he was pushing the other two away. Blaine nodded, running through possible Christmas card ideas in his head. "You know, I think you're right. I'll send the first draft to you for approval." Blaine glanced over as Brody talked about his brother, sensing that something may be burrowed under the surface, but he refrained from asking further. "Well, it sounds as though he has you wrapped around his finger. He's lucky to have that." Blaine shook his head, a grin toying at his lips. "I can't wait to experience it then." He looked off into the distance as he nodded in understanding, though a tiny bubble of sad jealousy was bubbling within him. Blaine didn't even have he reassurance that it was his family's life that was keeping them from contact from him.

Blaine bobbed his head, still beaming. He knew how fortunate he was to be placed in a private school that not only had a zero-tolerance bullying policy, but was also filling with genuine and loving people that wanted to see him go far. "I'm not much for God, but that school was the closest I've gotten to believing he might actually exist." He knew that might sound strange, and he wasn't meaning to put his previous school on such a pedastal, but he had a lot of gratitude towards it, and he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to show it. Which may be another reason he didn't want to transfer; he didn't want to disappoint the school he came from. He looked at Brody thoughtfully as he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really know," he smiled briefly, "though you may have a point; I think the fact that I went to school there would work in my favor. I just don't know. I graduated 7 years ago, there's no telling how it's evolved since then." Blaine was taken aback when Brody seemed to go into something of a trance. When his friend asked his question, a wave of realization washed over him. He spoke slowly. "He did, yeah. He was actually the first friend I made there, if you can believe that. Turns out he's not as big of a douchebag that he likes to let people believe he is." He observed Brody and continued carefully. "Is...is everything alright between you two?" Behind his perfect poker face, he knew the true answer, but he needed to attempt to get Brody's side of it. Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "Your mother must be one tough lady to deal with four boys with 'quirks'."

Blaine laughed outright. "Believe me, I know exactly how hard they are to get." He had to bite his tongue to refrain from being even more of a downer, to admit that it didn't take but five seconds for his father to choose a favorite son. He once again rolled his eyes, this time with affection at his friend. "I guess when you put it that way. Just start it off a little more subtly." His eyes grew in wonder as Brody explained his channel. He felt confident enough to raise his hands from the reigns and clap slowly before grasping them again. "That is absolutely genius and I'm going to need to watch those as soon as possible. If you take submissions, I'll give you some that my students sent; you can just grab volunteers for those, I guess." He stuck his tongue out at the other in mock defeat. "I can probably think of a few people, if I really set my mind to it." Blaine sighed with a small shrug. "Both I guess. Neither are particularly pleasant thoughts to me." Blaine just looked bemused at Brody. "Tell you what. Send me a list and I'll get started. Though I must tell you that I already have those two done."

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