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slytherinsomniari · 2 years ago

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A Twisted Kind of Love| Part One| Possessive! Sebastian Sallow x F! Reader x Victor Rookwood

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F! Reader x Victor Rookwood

Summary: You are trying to live a normal life to the best of your ability after you graduated from Hogwarts 2 years ago but a figure from your past is preventing you from doing so. After being in Azkaban for 5 years, Sebastian is back and he is taking what he wants–you.

Word Count: 3211

Themes: Consent issues, Dubious consent, Aged up characters, Smut, Punishment, Imperius Curse, Cock dumb, Mindfuck, Sexual Slavery, Sexual Tension

A/N: Holy shit guys, I did not expect to ever make something like this but here I am. This is my first dark fic so I am not sure how it will go down but I was so inspired by @ragepuffdraws art of Sebastian escaping Azkaban and using Imperio on Ominis that I just had to write something. This is a 2 part series (also my first time doing one) so buckle up.

|Part One| Part Two|

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The evening breeze felt nice against your face, blowing your hair to the left slightly and ruffling your nightgown as you basked in its embrace. It was peaceful here, something you greatly needed. You had moved to a small wizarding hamlet far from Hogwarts after graduation as it still pained you to look at the castle. Everything had changed when Sebastian had killed Solomon. You had been a child at the time, only 15 and you were frightened and didn’t know what to do. Your best friend–the guy you secretly loved–killed someone. He had meant to defend himself, but of all the spells he had chosen Avada Kedavra–the Killing Curse. Hearing how you reacted, how you bawled your eyes out hysterically at the result of Sebastian’s actions, Ominis felt that the only way to make him pay was to send him to Azkaban.

And so he did. He had sent his best friend from childhood to a horrific prison while he was left to pick up the pieces with you. The two of you were devastated, but you leaned on each other and tried to claw your way through the rest of your time at Hogwarts. The two of you graduated feeling not entirely better, but better enough to attempt to move on with your lives–no matter how broken you guys still were on the inside. You moved to a hamlet and made money by exploring and selling the things you hunted and found or made while Ominis moved out of his parents’ house and into a place near Hogwarts, training to become the next Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. It wasn’t what you had in mind before, but this way of life allowed you to take your mind off everything while simultaneously trying to heal.

Peeling yourself from the window, you close it and turn around, making your way to your lights to turn them off and get ready for bed. Just as you are about to do this, you hear a knock on your door. Frowning, you walk towards the door, not expecting anyone at this time but heading to answer nonetheless. You open the door and a man steps in quickly, shutting and locking the door behind him. On your guard, you look for something to defend yourself with when you suddenly realize who it is. Standing in front of you was, of all people, Sebastian.

He was still in his prison uniform but it had taken some damage as there were tears on his right sleeve where dried blood formed. There was also dried blood on his hands and face, as if he had fought for his life to break out. He had a dangerous look in his eyes. Something had changed greatly in him. It was to be expected as he had been in Azkaban for the past 5 years but he seemed like a completely different person. He was no longer the lanky boy you had gone to school with. The man who stood in front of you was a more muscular, more mature version of the boy you knew. He had grown taller and you could see the muscles nearly tearing through his shirt. His chest peeked out a bit, letting you briefly glimpse his chiseled body underneath.

“Sebastian! What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Azkaban!” You exclaim, terrified of the implications of him being here. If he’s here, what did he do to escape? What was he doing here in front of you? How he escaped was the real question, one whose answer you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“I know, love. I couldn’t stop thinking of you when I was trapped in that horrid place. The dementors ate away at almost all of my happy thoughts, but I didn’t let them get any of the ones with you. Oh, Y/N, I missed you so much! You wouldn’t leave my mind while I was there, you were the only thing keeping me sane. Your face hasn’t left my thoughts–nor has your body. We were meant to be together, and I intend to do just that.” The pain and sorrow in his eyes turn to hunger as he looks at you, approaching you slowly and making you flinch, backing away from him.

“Sebastian, I love you but this can’t happen. It broke me when you were sent to Azkaban, truly. But you are not yourself right now. We can discuss this when you have calmed down.”

Your comments are ignored as he continues, “Every thought I had was of what I was going to do to you once I found you. I want to feel your lips on mine, your breasts in my hands and my dick inside you. I want to hear you scream my name as I fuck you until you beg for me to stop.”

Your back hits a wall as he finishes his last sentence, leaving you nowhere to run. Your face heats up just as you start to tremble out of fear and desire. Speechless, you can do nothing as he continues towards you. He finally reaches you and caresses your cheek with one hand slowly and gently, as if he was his normal self. But you knew better. You saw the danger that emanated from his body. His other hand is placed on the wall, keeping you in his trap. His thumb moves across your bottom lip, opening your mouth as he presses his lips to yours without warning, letting his hand move to the other side of you on the wall. He completely dominates you and you struggle to move against him. He intensifies the kiss, trying to deprive you of air and make you dizzy and weak for him. You try to move but he has you fixed to the wall. Seeing you become desperate for air and your eyes start to blur, he pins you to the wall with his knee, rubbing it right up against your pulsing area. You let out a strangled moan against his lips and feel something wet beginning to form down there.

Realization hits you just as it hits him. You finally pull away from his lips in shock, gasping for air as your mind reels. A smirk forms on his lips and he knees you back and forth, teasing your aching pussy. Somehow, he knows where exactly to place his knee as he continues to rub up against the right spot.

“I knew you were ready for me. You have always been waiting for me, waiting for me to defile you, haven’t you?”

A lewd moan comes out of you as your head falls back, compelling you to grab onto him and grind against his knee in desperation. The pressure mounting inside you becomes too much to bear and with the combination of that and your repressed longing for him, you release with a suppressed whimper. A moist fluid leaks from your legs and dribbles onto the ground, thoroughly pleasing him.

“I-I can’t bear it any longer. Fuck me Sebastian, please.” Tears form in your eyes as you struggle with the two different sides of you. One side tells you to run but the other side is telling you to stay. If you run you might make it out in one piece, but if you stay, he will do Merlin knows what to you. A tiny part of you wanted to know, and that frightened you.

“Don’t worry, I will fuck you so hard the only person you will think of is me. I will be the only one in your thoughts–the only one you come crawling back to for more.”

Taking his knee off of you, Sebastian lifts up the bottom of your nightgown and looks over at your wet, cum-stained legs. You were ready for him. He put his plan into motion, violently tearing your gown apart, leaving it in discarded shreds on the floor. Your naked form shakes and your nipples harden, giving him even more reason to take you. He lifts you into his arms bridal style and carries you to your bedroom, sprawling your body out on the bed. He has no need to, but he closes your bedroom door and locks it, creating an even smaller prison for you–one that you cannot escape from. He glances in a mirror and sees his appearance, noticing the blood stains all over his clothes and face. With a quick motion of his wand, the stains disappear, leaving a clean face and body in its wake.

Putting his wand aside, he removes his shirt, showing his new body in all its glory. His muscles pulse in anticipation and you drink the view in. Next, he removes his pants and you can’t help but gasp as you observe just how big he is. He notices and gazes back at you with predatory eyes, marking you out as his prey. Deliberately moving in a slow manner, he grabs his wand and eventually makes his way to you and gets on the bed, placing the wand on the bedside table and moving himself to be on top of you. In a moment of clarity, you try to cry out, try to stop him, but you find that you are unable to. His body is rock solid, almost as if it is made of goblin metal. He looms over you undaunted and pries your legs open, revealing your needy, wet cunt. He positions himself at your entrance, waiting for the right moment to strike. Your breathing gets heavier as you realize what he is about to do and you inhale as you feel his member almost inside you. You fight your instinct to pull him to you, to lower yourself onto him and feel his giant cock inside you as your walls cling onto him for dear life while he fucks you into oblivion. You fight against your longing for him to take his hand and place it at your clit and watch as he pumps it in and out while simultaneously pleasing you in other ways. It was getting to be too much. Just one more push and you would be done for.

“I have been waiting so long for this” Sebastian says darkly, and with that, he plunges into you. You let out a pained whimper, trapped between the lust and joy of being one with him and with the sad fact that you did not want him like this. You wanted him when he was happy–when he was as carefree as he was as a student and the only thing that worried him was trying to find a safe way to cure Anne. You wanted him as a kind and caring boy who would have done all that you wanted and more. That boy was gone, however, and he was never coming back. He was replaced with a stranger–a strange dominant man who took what he wanted, consequences be damned. This new man’s touch felt so good though. So intoxicating. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you let him have you…Despite warning yourself, your body was responding to his touch as if it had a mind of its own. Your body grinded with him instinctively and wouldn’t stop until he finished what he came for.

“...Stop…” He could barely hear your low voice over his grunts as he thrusts ferociously into you. Your face scrunches up in agony. It was getting harder and harder for you to endure his treatment of you, making your defenses slowly crumble down. How could you resist something that felt so good? That felt so right? You couldn’t bite back a moan in time and it escapes, ringing out for both of you to hear. Laughing, he nuzzles your neck and kisses it, biting down on it after a moment. He sucks on it, running his tongue on it before removing his mouth. Keeping his hands occupied, he grabs your breasts and fondles them, pawing them and holding them tight. They were so round, so soft and pleasant in his hands. He rubs circles on your nipples, stimulating you and drawing out a pathetic mewl from you.

He thought it was so adorable. He found the sight of you squirming beneath him all too tantalizing and hard to withstand. He knew you couldn’t hold out for long against him, he could see it in your eyes. He had made the final touches for his plan and watched as you buckled under his purposeful, arousing touch.

It pained you to resist him, so instead your body made the decision for you. With your back arched and head thrown back, you came with a hideously loud moan. Your fluid leaked out, spreading from your legs onto the bed. It embarrassed you to be caught in his trap like this but the pleasure was too much–too much that it utterly took over your senses. You began to believe it–began to believe that you had been destined to be his since before you had even met. You couldn’t believe how you had acted before. Your body belonged to him and he was only taking what was owed to him. You should have tried pleasing him in any way possible to make it right. You should have let him punish you severely, let him have his way with you for days on end without rest until he was satisfied. Try as you might to do otherwise, you end up submitting yourself to him.

“Don’t stop” You slurred, losing control of yourself. Sensitive from your release, your body tingled and overrode your mind. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it didn’t matter where he had been or what he had done. The only thing that mattered was that you wanted him to use you and fill you until there was nothing of you left.

The chains were already in place. Twisting your desire, he made you bend to his will. You became his obedient slave and gave in to your passion, forgetting the rest of the world around you. Your face lost its previous contorted look and took on one of ultimate bliss. You started moaning a lot more openly now, showing him that you were taking just as much pleasure in it as he was. Showing him that he had won. Sebastian grinned, pleased with your submission and gave you a kiss–a kiss that you eagerly accepted.

“That’s my girl. You were made for me Y/N. Don’t you feel how perfectly you wrap around my cock?”

Mumbling, you reply, “Mhm. You feel so good inside me, Sebastian.”

You wrapped your arms around his back, hugging him close to you, making sure he wouldn’t leave you as you willingly gave yourself to him.

He put his mouth to your ear, saying in a titillating tone, “It’s going to feel a whole lot better from here on out, love. Be a good girl and take it.”

Sebastian renewed his plunder of you gradually increasing the power of his assault, but this time you whole-heartedly enjoyed it. Each thrust sent shivers through your body and as they did, you did your best to please him. You kissed his chest, worshiping his muscular body while it pounded into you. Moving on from his chest, you went to his neck and kissed it, letting your tongue run on it before placing your mouth close to his ear so he could hear you moan. He so adored listening to you moan while he made you his. It was the sound he had been dreaming of ever since he went to Azkaban–and now he was hearing it and was the direct cause of it.

Body rolling into his, you felt your orgasm build up and you rode the high as he stimulated you with each move. You clawed at his back and held him tight, screaming his name as you came. His thrusts were inhumane at that point, as if he was trying to break you completely. The pain and pleasure mixed into one as you let your cum run onto Sebastian’s dick and down your legs. Your arms fell back onto the bed and your head hit the pillow as you steadily lost strength. To teach you a lesson, he didn’t allow himself to cum until a while later, not until he had made you orgasm once more. By then, you were just a mix of moans and whimpers as you lost all thought and movement in your body. It shook almost violently while he took you. You were so coated in your own fluid that every time he moved in you it made a wet, slimy sound.

Finally reaching his peak, he came in you as your body pathetically tried to grind with him, spraying his enormous load inside you. You moaned, feeling the heavy gift he left inside you, and thanked him silently. With your cunt wrecked like nothing else, he thrusted into you for his last rounds, not wanting to leave you and wanting to make sure his seed was so far in you that you wouldn’t be able to get it out. He kissed you, still dominant but with more of a loving touch to his lips. You weakly returned it and smiled. He grinded his body into yours leisurely, enticing your body to wake up and grind back into his as you tremble. A few tortured sounds came out of you as your body ached and yet wanted more. Pleased with himself, he removes himself from you, watching his penis come out of you completely covered in a mixture of your guys’ cum. Moving to a sitting position next to you, he began to think.

He kept replaying the beautiful moments you two had shared. He had you. He had his way with you and it felt wonderful. You felt wonderful. Nothing was going to be the same now. Now that he was out of Azkaban, he was free. And he wasn’t going to let go of you now–not when he just found you and made you his.

“I love you, Sebastian” A frail voice said, not recognizing that it was your own.

“I love you too, Y/N. I always have.”

You laid there in a trembling, crumpled heap of used up desire. Your mind no longer registered the events leading up to the moment, only focusing on the pleasure you received from Sebastian. He made you feel so good, made you feel so many things you never felt before. You loved him. You needed him. You wanted him to ravage you again, to fuck you non-stop in so many different ways but your body gave out and you felt the pull of slumber. Just as you did with Sebastian, you gave in, permitting yourself to sink into the depths of the abyss.

Head turning towards you, Sebastian looks at you while you sleep peacefully and declares, “You will never leave me, dear. I will make sure of that.” With those words, he grabs his wand and points it at you, saying the one word you wouldn’t have wanted to hear–what you would have ran from had you been conscious and in control of your mind.

“Imperio.”

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thunderbunny24 · 4 months ago

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Second Chance at Love

I try to hunt down a new picture for every part that goes with the story. In this part, Matthew get's mad at the OC. I Googled every version of "Matthew Lillard angry" I could think of and there are basically NO pictures of this man unhappy.

Part 12

Sunlight suddenly filled the room, jolting you awake. You opened your eyes and saw Matt going out the door to sit on the patio. You decided to get up, go to the bathroom to pee and brush your hair and teeth before joining Matt outside. You quickly made 2 cups of coffee as you saw Matt didn’t have any with him. You set a cup in front of him and another across the table then went to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning handsome!” You sat down across from him. “Happy day after Valentine’s Day.” Matt took a sip of his coffee and grunted. You hadn’t spent many mornings with him, but you could tell something was off. He wasn’t happy and chatty. He had his focus on whatever he was reading on his phone. “Is everything okay?”

Matt grunted. “You tell me?” You looked at him confused. “I got a Google alert about you.”

You were taken aback. “You have a Google Alert set up for me? I don’t even have one set up for me, let alone you.”

“Maybe you should.” Matt’s tone was very cold. “What do you have to say about this?” Matt handed you his phone. He had a TMZ article open with the time stamp being just 15 minutes prior.

You read out loud. “Stacy Davis has intimate rendezvous in New York City.” You rolled your eyes and scrolled down to see the pictures and started laughing. “This article is total crap. The pictures are from a dinner I had with friends while I was there last week.”

Matt rubbed his eyes and let out a small growl. “They also show you making out with someone.”

You clicked on the photos and started scrolling through them. “This is so taken out of context.” You set his phone down and reached out for Matt’s hand, but he pulled it away. You took a breath then a sip of your coffee before you began to speak. “The pictures are from a dinner I had with Seth Meyers, Seth’s wife Alexi and his brother Josh. Josh and I did date back in our 20s, but with him being a NYC guy and me being a LA girl, we realized it wasn’t going to work and decided to just be friends. Anytime I’m in town, we all get together. Hell, I did Thanksgiving with their entire family a few years back. I can promise you there is nothing going on there. I talked about you and Violet the entire dinner plus Josh is engaged.”

Matt opened his phone back up and scrolled to a picture and pointed it towards you. “Then why are you kissing?”

“Matt, seriously…” He pointed to the picture. “He gave me a kiss on the cheek and the angle is just bad in this picture.”

Matt scrolled to another picture. “And this?”

You shook your head. “That is from when we were actually dating and they’ve changed the color of my hair. That’s one of only a few pictures there are from us dating.” You started to get frustrated. “Do you seriously think that I would have someone on each coast when I’ve gone without dating anyone for over a year? Do you think I would have texted and called you as much as I did while I was in New York if I had a side piece?” You see Matt’s face begin to soften. “Do you think I would cheat when I’ve been the one who was cheated on in multiple prior relationships?” Matt opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off as you had now worked yourself into being angry. “No, no…do you honestly think I would do everything I did for you last night, which took weeks of planning, and tell you I love you for the first time if I was also fucking around behind your back? Do you seriously think that little of me?” You got up to walk away, but then sat back down to give Matt a chance to say his piece.

He sighed and ran his hands through his bedhead hair. He quietly spoke. “You’re right.” He looked up at you to make eye contact, then quickly back down at his phone. “You are right and I’m just being childish. You have been open and honest with me since minute one. I have no reason to not trust you.” Matt looked at you and your face had begun to soften. He reached out to hold your hand, which you were a bit hesitant to give. “I shouldn’t have the Google alert. The last few times it’s gone off, it was a sweet story about you reaching out to a fan or donating time and money to a charity. I didn’t expect it to ever be tabloid pieces.”

You scooted your chair over to Matt. “I don’t know how you fair tabloid wise, but my stories are always heavier when I’m promoting something. My video dropped yesterday and this story pops up today. It’s not really a surprise to me that something came out. I don’t really even pay attention anymore.” You took both of his hands and gave them a squeeze. “Here is what I can do to help. When I’m away, I will do better about telling you who I’m with and what we are doing. And you can do the same when you’re away. Nothing controlling or micromanaging, just so when we see some story, we already know the truth and we don’t have to play the ‘what if’ game.” You let out a small laugh. “I’ll even let you track my phone if that would make you feel better. I’m an open book.”

Matt shook his head. “I don’t need to track your phone and I’ll turn off the Google alert. It just surprised me to see the article and then the pictures…you are so far above my league and I worry that you are going to realize that and leave me in a heartbeat.”

You reach up to hold Matt’s face in your hands. “I’m not going anywhere. You are stuck with me.”

Matt smiled then let it drop off his face as he looked down at his lap. “I’m sorry.”

You put a finger under his chin to make him look at you. “I’m sorry too and I promise the only person I want to look at, hold hands with, kiss and do all the naked things with is you.”

Matt let out a small laugh. “I’d like to start this morning over.” He stood up and pulled you up out of your chair. He wrapped you in a tight hug and kissed the top of your head. He then sat down and pulled you into his lap. “Good morning beautiful! How did you sleep?” You smile at him, wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss.

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*One month later*

I’m about to go on stage to do my interview and performance on Seth’s show. I’m so ready for this press tour to be over. I’ll text you when I’m done.

You hit send then did one last makeup check. There was a knock at your dressing room door, which was open, and a PA ushered you to follow them. You stood behind the curtain and listened to Seth introduce you. As the crowd went crazy, you walked out, gave Seth a hug and then sat down.

“It’s so good to see you again.” Seth said.

You smiled. “I love when I get to come to town and spend some time with you and your family.”

Seth pulled out a card and showed the TMZ article. “It looks like when you were here last month you made a bit of a splash.”

You shook your head. “No small talk, huh?” The crowd laughed. “I blame you for picking a restaurant that paparazzi were at.”

“For those of your that may not know, Stacy and my brother Josh dated for a few months back 20 plus years ago.”

“Yeah, the story they tried to sell was a couple decades late. Plus, Josh is engaged and his fiancée wasn’t feeling well or she would have been with us at that dinner as well.” You shrugged. “Can’t trust everything you read.”

“Although, a little birdie has told me that you might have a special someone right now.” Seth winked at you.

You blushed. “There might be.” The crowd cheered. “Right now, we are taking things as they come and when the time is right, we’ll announce. I will say that it will not be someone you expect for me but once you see us, it will click why it works.” The crowd went crazy again. “Can we talk about the album now?”

“Okay, okay.” Seth pulled out the CD to show the camera. “Your new album is called Undone. I listened to the whole thing last night. It is really good. You had me teary more than once.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at Seth. “This album took a year to make and was basically a huge therapy session for me.”

“After the break you are going to sing your second single off the album, Ocean Eyes.”

You nodded. “So, all but the last 2 songs are about me dealing with feeling unworthy of love after my divorce. The last 2 tracks, Ocean Eyes and What If, I wrote after I met and started dating the person I’m currently with and thinking maybe my future isn’t as bad off as I thought.”

“Can’t wait to hear it when we get back.” The crowd cheered and then cameras stopped rolling. “I so wanted you to slip up and say his name.” Seth joked.

“We talked about saying something but decided to wait a bit so that nothing overshadows the album drop.” You got ushered over to the other side of the studio to sing. After you performed and took another camera break, you were back at Seth’s desk for more interview.

“Welcome back. We are still here with Stacy Davis and I’m going to surprise her with something she has always wanted to do.” You looked at Seth confused. “Stacy told me years ago she always wanted to be on Inside the Actors Studio and answer the questionnaire James Lipton asked every guest.”

“Are you serious?” A huge smile filled your face.

“Sure am. You ready?” You nodded. “What is your favorite word?”

You start to blink rapidly. “I’m not prepared. My favorite word…um…inspire. I love when a fan tells me I’ve inspired them.”

“What is your least favorite word?”

“Entitled.”

“What turns you on?” Seth chuckled.

“The guy I’m dating does a pretty good job of that.” The crowd cheered. “No, no…that can’t be my answer. What turns me on? Passion. Like being passionate about the work you do and things you are into. Stuff like that.”

“What turns you off?”

You lean back in your chair and think for a moment. “Complacency.”

“What is your favorite curse word? And don’t worry, we can bleep anything out we need to.” Seth winks at you.

“I like the 2 short word combos like bullshit or jackass.”

“What noise or sound do you love?”

You smile. “That’s an easy one. Children laughing.”

“What noise or sound do you hate?”

“The complete silence when the electricity goes out.”

“What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?”

You make a face. “So, I am super organized about every part of my life. I would love to be a life coach that my focus would be on helping people declutter and organize their stuff to minimize life stress.”

“I may have you come over and do my closets.” Seth joked. “What profession would you not like to do?”

“Anything outdoors, manual labor.”

“Last,” Seth cleared his throat. “If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?”

“Wow…” you run your hands through your hair. “Your grandparents are excited to see you and your set goes on after Prince.” You wipe a tear from your eye.

“You did great!” Seth smiled at you. “It’s been great having Stacy with us today. Her new album, Undone, will be in stores tomorrow so go check it out.” The crowd cheered. Once the director called cut, Seth said to the crowd. “Everyone is getting a copy of the album on your way out.”

You included. “I’ve signed them all too. Thank you so much for coming out today.” The crowd cheered again. You and Seth walked backstage and he gave you a hug before you were swept off by your people to get to your next interview. Once you were in your vehicle, you texted Matt.

Seth’s show went great! Now headed to do Howard Stern. Can’t wait to call tonight and talk with you. 3 more days. Love you!

#matthew lillard #scream #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fanfic

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chalcanthitedreams · 8 months ago

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Glory. My guy. My wretched thing. My horrible beast. I love him. Lore for my horrible creature under the cut <3 Warning, there's a lot of it.

So. Glory is a tiefling rogue etc. etc. I'm sure Hellen has posted pics of him before.

So. Childhood. Glory's parents never really... Let him outside other than whenever necessary and just kinda kept him from interacting with others outside the household. They always saw him as kinda... Different and treated him as a monster. However, his younger brother helped him make friends with people outside of the house, leading him to meet Lusya, a catfolk who also lived in the town he grew up in.

When Glory turned 14 his parents kicked him out because she was starting to get rebellious, and so she went to live with Lusya and her family, who eagerly took them in. This worked for about a year, but like. Lusya and Glory were teenagers. They slacked off and would hang out in the woods while neglecting their duties. One day, while doing this, an owlbear (Very common in the country he grew up in) attacked, and Lusya ran off to get help. Glory, traumatized, injured, and 15 years old, assumed she was abandoning him and once the owlbear was gone, which left because of a smell of rotting fish emanating from Glory's body (We'll get to that later.), got up and walked off into the woods.

Eventually he passed out, but woke up in the house of a kind man and his family. They offered to let her stay, of course, with her being an injured 15 year old, but she declined and tried to find her way back to the village. She did not manage to do this, so she was on her own for the next leg of this lore. She had already learned how to hunt, so for a while she used these skills to hunt for food, and sell any pelts she didn't need. When things got tough, however, she learned how to pickpocket and steal just to be able to get food. They wandered through this time, drawn towards an island called Seawalker's Haven for reasons she didn't know.

At one point, she had been caught in a village where she was already known and wanted. Since she wasn't an adult yet, she simply got sent to an orphanage. Usually he would escape in the night, but this time he was unable to. He was taken in by a rich man, who knew about what Glory was doing and simply told him that if he wanted to steal some of his money and leave, he would hold nothing against them, but if they wished to stay he would welcome her with open arms. Glory chose to leave, stealing a portion of the man's money and leaving in the night. He used this money to get himself a rapier, and more high-class clothes so he could fit in with the rich. After this point he vowed not to steal from anyone in need, instead taking from those who could stand to lose some of their riches.

In this time he also grew distant and untrusting of those around him, putting on an abrasive personality so that no one would want to get close to him.

He eventually did find his way to Seawalker's Haven, meeting with a group, which would come to be called Team Kill (Aka the D&D party. We're normal.)

Not much matters in this period, except for recent events! And also he's learning, if slowly, to be able to trust other people and is actually making friends. Yippee

But, soon, she'll be learning exactly why her parents never really trusted her as a child. As a tiefling, she knew she had fiendish ancestry, but never really what that was. For her family, that happened to be a wastrilith, a fiend that was once considered an obyrith (Basically eldritch horrors), but became their own thing entirely. This wastrilith, Drowning, chose Glory specifically when she was born, entrusting her with its plans on Seawalker's Haven. At the moment Glory isn't going to be dealing with this very well, but things will turn out good. Wish this part was more satisfying, but we haven't gotten that far in campaign yet.

#Arcade tag #<- Weird to use that on Hellen's blog #The saltwater room 🐚

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stuffromymind · 2 years ago

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Canada’s Top 20 Bands (Excludes Solo Acts)

I stumbled on this list but it pissed me off so much, I was gonna share it with some friends but the email got outta hand soooo...

This list is hurting, definitely in the wrong order, but it's TOTALLY invalidated by #20 and #8.

20: Simple Plan: F-. The plan is quite simple: "Let's SUCK!". Pedo Pop. They sang love songs to 10 to 14 year old girls at their gigs. I met Bob Rock, who produced one of their albums, at a bar once during a set break. I went up to his table, said hi and asked: “Can I buy you a drink Bob?”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

“Okay, I just thought you might be hard up for cash since you took a gig working on Simple Plan’s last album......”

The whole table burst out laughing, Paul Hyde, (his partner and lead singer in The Payollas/Rock&Hyde), burst out laughing, slapped me on the back and said: “OH HE GOT YOU BOB! Good one mate!”

Bob smiled at me and said: “Fuck you, man.”

He gave me a wave later that night as he walked out to his black Escalade, smiled and said, “Have a good night.”

He knew I was right.

I’d need money for lung transplants for an orphanage full of kids who grew up next to a trash incinerator before I’d help to unleash more Simple Plan on the world. Seriously.

19: Saga: C. The fashion says it all. Bar band who wrote mostly ok songs. I don’t remember any. They weren’t bad... just..... “eh?”

Nice Eddie VH, “No Bozos”, shirt for stoner dude, Mr. Zebra Pants. I think the guy beside him mighta been dealing with a chubby. The dude playing pocket pool, who came directly from his shift at the car wash? That’s rock.

I’m making this up as I write.....I’m going to bet that the guy in the white suit is the keyboard player. I’d bet on it. I’ve always been able to walk into any venue and spot the keyboard player immediately.

No lie. This just occurred to me.

In fact, I’m gonna go on a hunt and see if I’m right. brb............

HAHAHHAH!! I knew it! I don’t know how I always know, but I DO!

18: New Pornographers: ?. Respected by their peers. Not my kinda thang.I couldn’t even I.D. one of their songs if you played it to me. Def other bands that should bump them from this list.

17: Sum 41: B. Was better than a lotta pop punk, (damning with faint praise), but $$ and substances made them flail. Their first album and promo clips were catchy as Hell. Got pretty metal AF towards the end though, dammit. They were good enough to record with Iggy Pop so you can't say shit, really.

16: Metric: D+. Considering the bands that are missing here? Geddafuckatta here! Never failed to leave me vigoursly unimpressed.

15: April Wine: B-. Had some undeniably good songs. Worked a gig they played in the 90s. Mercer on drums may have been a reincarnated Viking. Hella nice guy. Good dudes. Unlike Trooper who were unrepentant, 'rawk star' pricks.

14: Triumph: B+. Def had some memorable melodies. Killer musicians. Not my cuppa tea ultimately. Rik Emmet could rip. Watched him play a solo album show in a university cafeteria, from 10 feet away, 5 years after their famous US Festival gig in front of 300,000. Crowd was smaller. A bit.

13: Cowboy Junkies: C. Nice. If you like whispering and don't belch too often or have a cat that likes to purr, (you'll miss hearing the songs if you do). If you like dynamics or being conscious? Best in small doses.

They tried to rock up their sound. Kinda like getting nuns to dress in lingerie and work the pole in church: Didn't take.

I did have a crush on Margot though. Quirky is cool...

12: Loverboy: 1st Album: A. After that D+. "Hey! Ballads make money! Cheese is tasty! Let's crank out soft fromage!” Large mistake. Almost as large as Mike’s bandana.

11: Barenaked Ladies: B. Yeah, talented. Yeah, apparently put on a good live show in the early days. Yeah their Bruce Cockburn cover that got them started is quite exswellent. But tried too hard to be "wacky!" and I could never stand Page. Just.....no.

Just one of those people that utterly rubs one the wrong way through no intent of their own.

10: Voivod: A-. A minus only cuz I just don't digg'em. Trailblazers, original, inimitable: Yup. Just not for me. Jason Newstead played with them for a while, (the nicest Metallicat), so that's says sumpin'.

9: BTO: A. I can play a snippet of 4 of their songs that I guarantee anyone with ears and a few ounces of skullmeat between those ears will recognize at least one of them. Not many bands can say that. Plus, one of their biggest songs was a joke song by Randy Bachman making fun of his brother's stutter, (which is honestly kind of a dick move but it works).

8: Nickelback: F- - - Times Infinity. Are you fukking kidding me?! Whoever* made this list eats a bowl of dirt with cheese for breakfast, a plate of shit with cheese for lunch, and a block of mouldy cheese garnished with melted cheese and seal vomit for supper. He has no taste.

Canada and Oilberta should apologize for this stain. If the logic is, “Popularity = Greatness”, then the author of the original list should be in the local dog park on his knees with a fork 'cuz 3 trillion flies say shit is good eating.

I mean, what kind of DICK kicks out a member of the band you all started in highschool and then sues him for his royalties? A dick like Chad, that’s who.

I saw them open for Big Wreck in a bar in 98 when all we knew is the ‘Guy who looks like Jesus is a hack and the band is 4th rate Nirvana.” That was our appraisal.

When they broke world wide and Big Wreck didn’t? I gave up on the music industry and any chance there’s a Sky Friend. Chad Croaker even made Ian Thornely’s songs sound generic as producer. That is some Hellspawned, evil “talent” right there.

7. Skinny Puppy: A. Never been a rabid fan but is one of those bands you might not be aware of, but that bands you love totally love them! Kinda like there's no Nirvana without Pixies sorta thing: No Ministry without S.P.

6: Blue Rodeo: C at outset. Don't much know 'bout last 30 years of output, honestly. They wrote a classic song called “Try". Every band would like to write one song that hits like that. #6 Though? Nahhhhh.

5. The Guess Who: C. I'm sorry. I just can’t stand their "hits". Burton, in the 60s before they made it big - was a rawk star twat to 2 members of my family and everyone else in the joint. I met him 3 decades later, introduced by a radio DJ who liked my band.

He was SO deep in his gambling addiction, plugging Twonies into a slot machine like it was the Titanic and he was trying to stop it sinking, that he didn't even look up. Just said, "Hey how's it going?", while staring at the screen and pulling coins from his plastic bowl like an automaton.

At least this lead to B.T.O. which should be WAYY higher than The Guess Who.

4. Arcade Fire: C-. Yeah, No. I've tried. If you needed a group you can sum up in the phrase, "Up their own arses”? This is your band.

3. Tragically Hip: A+. If you don't own Fully Completely, (recorded at Abbey Road)? You're a dick. Were they WAY overrated as a live band? Hell yeah! Except for Gord pushing his imaginary lawn mower around the stage, doing laundry and being generally odd -as I recall from the 1994 Another Roadside Attraction tour with Danny Lanois, Midnight Oil and The Pursuit Of Happiness- the band was Nyquil for the eyes. They rocked your ears but visually, they’d have been the ideal live band for Ray Charles or Helen Keller.

2. The Band: A. Another of those bands that if you erased them from existence, another 40 bands would vanish instantly. Don't own any of their music but you can't deny talent and influence.

1. Rush: A+. Well, duh. I will say that Ged's vocal style kept me away for the most part till their last 3 albums when his tone and timbre changed/dropped from the registers he resided in and he started projecting less from his schnoz.

They're each cool, down to earth blokes and most exswellent Hoser ambassadors. Would have liked to have met Neil.... wish I'd mailed the letter I wrote after I read his Ghostrider book. They don't deserve to be on the same list as Simple Plan and Nickelhack, speaking of which:

* "A Chicago native, Jeff Mezydlo has professionally written about sports, entertainment and pop culture for nearly 30 years....If he could do it again, he'd attend Degrassi Junior High"

That explains it! A meathead, jock himbo! Nickelhack's core fanbase.

Fuhk me running!

This list should have included:

Big Wreck, (Never put out a bad album in 2 1/2 decades). Ian Thornley has pipes for days and can flay the skin from your skull with his guitar playing.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLE672AEDCFAD9B04B

Headstones, (You won't find many rock/punk bands with more pointed, well written lyrics delivered with more piss 'n venom). Hugh followed me when I was on Twitter. Like minded, nice guy’d who prefer people at a distance I guess. I especially enjoyed seeing him on the last tour deal with an iZombie staring at his device, front row:

“Okay! You got your picture? Put your goddamn phone away!”

iZombie just smiles at his screen while pointing his device/appendage at Hugh’s face. Hugh simply SWATS the phone away, sending it slamming to the floor. Show continued. Aces.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2NAU6h-pv4UbxUpNSAn5yKUeTrGH_vpZ

Red Rider/"Tom Cochrane & Red Rider", As Far As Siam....Neruda. Come on....

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLA0256E754745F02C

and...

Danko -Fecking- Jones. Hello? Degrassi boy puts some of the stains he chose on this list and not Danko? Twat. Stood 4 feet away at a small club in a backwards part of the country many moons ago. I was spitting the words back as loud as the PA. caught Mr. J’s eye and a smirk a few times. Ripping live band. They’re Big in Europe.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL23C355E32E0D8BA9

Any and all of these just mentioned instead of #20 and #8, and a few others should be on any “Best Canadian Bands list. Seriously.

The author, like I said: Himbo, jock, Fuh. Kup.

If you wanna see the original commentary of the sports writer and teen drama fan?

https://www.yardbarker.com/entertainment/articles/the_best_canadian_rock_bands_of_all_time/s1__37691537#slide_1

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years ago

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Season 16 (Part 1)

Summary: After being captured by Michael while Dean was under his control, the reader has spent a very long time locked away waiting for someone to come and find her. When the day finally comes that the door opens, it’s not a familiar face she’s greeted with. Somehow the impossible is standing right in front of her but there’s no time to think about that. Something is terribly wrong and the reader needs the help of this strange young man if she wants to stop what Michael’s put in motion and have a chance at seeing Dean alive again...

Masterlist

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Free Space

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, SPN season 15 and series spoilers, injury, mention of main character deaths, mention of torture, angst, fluff

A/N: This series takes place post season 15 and follows canon (i.e. if it happened in the show, it happened in this story’s universe). This series is told between the reader and Dean’s POV. This was also written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story bingo!

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Reader’s POV

You just about had a heart attack when the door opened. It’d been such a long time since it’d been opened. Years and years and years. You’d lost track of the days quickly but it was long enough for you to accept that it’d been a very long time. Long enough to accept that when Michael took over Dean and threw you down in the windowless little room, Dean didn’t win that fight.

The only thing keeping you going aside from the spell Michael had put up to keep you permanently trapped, body stuck in time, was the desire to save Dean. Or what was left of him. You’d been alone for years, body having taken a beating by Michael when he first captured you. You were still covered in bruises, broken ribs that wouldn’t heal, pain in every breath. You didn’t sleep, didn’t eat. Solitude, cut off from the world, that was your main form of torture. Dean though...who knew what hell he was going through trapped with a psychopath like that for all these years.

You readied yourself, a dark figure walking inside the room. The room was pitch black to a certain point before you were trapped under a bright light you’d yet to figure out how to turn off. The figure stopped as their feet hit the brightness, a pair of brown boots and slim dark jeans all you could make out. They mumbled something and you felt the air shift slightly. You dared to reach at hand out to where the invisible wall keeping you trapped had been.

Your hand waved right on through it and you suddenly felt cool, clean air hit you. The person jolted when you sprang up, running away as you bolted for the door. You followed them up a flight of stairs and straight out into the foyer of a very nice house. You could see it was a man now and tackled him, straddling his hips and grabbing your knife from your waistband of your loose shorts, holding it to his throat. He breathed hard as you stared at him, cocking your head.

He was the spitting image of Dean. Mostly. His eyes weren’t green and there was something about his nose that reminded you of your own. The biggest tell of all though was the genuine fear in his face, the confusion.

“What’s your name,” you said. You held up the knife for a moment and tucked it away when you saw he was only focused on it. The young man, no more than twenty years old, took a deep breath. You yelped when he threw his legs up and wrapped them around your waist, yanking you off of him. He scrambled to his feet but you were on his tail, grabbing at his jacket. He spun around and popped you in the face, sending you to the floor.

You whined and cupped your cheek, the young man frozen in the doorway with a horrified look on his face.

“Who punches their own mom!” you shouted. He ran out the door and you went after, growling at your bare feet as he took off down the gravel driveway. “I’m gonna find you!”

You stomped your foot on the cool concrete front path, glancing to your right and spotting a sports car. You jogged back inside and found a pair of women’s sneakers, a little too big but you tied them tight and found some keys on a front table.

About two minutes later you were pulling up beside the guy on the road and hopped out of the car, the man running into the nearby treeline. You pulled out your knife and threw it, catching his jacket and pinning the sleeve to the tree trunk. He stumbled and fell down as you walked over, staring up with wide eyes. You sighed and ran a hand over your face.

“Can you at least tell me your first name?” you asked. He shook his head and you crossed your arms. “I bet your name is Lyle, isn’t it.”

“How’d you know that?” he asked, voice a bit higher than Dean’s but it made you smile, something warm and familiar to it.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think recently. Lyle is my top name for a boy if I ever had one,” you said. “So. Lyle Winchester.”

“That’s not my name,” he said. He stood up and pulled out the knife, carefully holding it out to you.

“You look just like Dean and me. You’re my son...somehow,” you said.

“Fine. My name is Lyle and that’s all I can say about myself,” he said. “I’m serious.”

You recognized the tone, that edge to it, the roughness but laced with an undercurrent of worry. Part of you wanted him to tell you everything about him but you knew he couldn’t, instead letting yourself give him a simple nod.

“I’ll make you a deal Lyle. I won’t ask questions about you that you can’t answer if you tell me how and why you got me out of there and answer anything else I want to know about this little situation.”

“Or else what?” he scoffed.

“Or else someday when you’re a teenager I won’t let you do anything. Lyle.” You took the knife from him and put it away, taking a deep breath. You stepped back out to the road, leaning against the car. You shut your eyes, something heavy draped over you. You peeled one eye open, Lyle leaning back against the car next to you in a blue flannel and dark gray t-shirt. His black hooded jacket was over your shoulders and you slipped your arms through the sleeves, wrapping them around yourself. You squeezed your eyes tight, shuddering before warm arms embraced you, Lyle almost as tall as Dean holding you close to him. “How did you know I was down there?”

“I can’t answer that,” he said.

“What year is it?” you asked.

“2089.” You froze, staring up at him. “Well, 2089 where we are right now is.”

“Lyle. It was 2018 when Michael took me. That’s not possible.”

“I can’t answer that either.” Tears welled up in your eyes and he hugged you again. “Sorry.”

“Dean was thirty nine the last time I saw him and it’s seventy one years later? He is dead. Sam is dead. They’re all dead so explain to me how the fucking hell I have a son with Dean!” you shouted. You pushed him away and ran your hands over your face. “Years. Fucking years I’ve sat down there waiting for him to come and get me. Him or Sam or someone. Fucking seventy one years!”

“Y/N,” he said, sounding a bit awkward but he cleared his throat. “I can’t answer everything because I don’t know everything. But I exist and that should tell you something.”

You wiped off your face with his sleeve and looked around, turning back and staring at him.

“I’m at the start of whatever this is and you’re way down the line,” you said. He nodded with a slight smile.

“I don’t understand it but this, where I’m from, this has already happened to you.”

“You’re from the future then,” you said.

“Not exactly,” he said.

“A different universe?” He looked at you like you were nuts and the air shifted, Lyle freezing. You turned and saw Jack, a smile on his face. “Jack?”

“Hi Y/N,” he said. He stepped over and gave you a big hug, a little bit of ache inside you easing finally. “Don’t worry about him. He’s just on pause.”

“Jack I don’t understand fucking anything. What’s going on?” you asked. He pursed his lips and sighed.

“Well you already figured out Lyle is your and Dean’s son. I didn’t think I could slip that one past you. But it had to be him that came and saved you.”

“Why?”

“Dean’s in heaven. Has been for 69 years.” You broke away from him feeling like you’d had a punch to gut and making you breathless. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that with the whole decades worth of trauma thing happening right now.”

“Did Michael…” you trailed off.

“No. A piece of rebar on a vamp hunt,” he said.

“He what?” you said.

“Yeah got pushed back on it. Sam was okay though. Oh and Dean had a dog for a few months.”

“Dean fucking died from that? That’s what kept him down?” you said. Jack nodded and you looked down, blinking your eyes. “Disregarding what is going on in my head right now about that, why didn’t you heal him? Or Castiel?”

“Well Cas was in heaven helping me rebuild after he sort of died and I brought him back. I kinda am the new God,” he said with a smile.

“I’m proud of that but again, why didn’t you come down here and heal Dean?”

“I’m sort of hands off in that regard,” he said. You were about to go off on him for that when it hit you.

“Jack how long have you known I was alive,” you said.

“2020 when I took over, I got these extra-”

“You knew I was alive and left me in a hole in the ground for over seventy years?” you said.

“Like I said, I’m hands off,” he said.

“I was your fucking mom! I took care of you! I protected you! I almost died for you more than once and when you find out I’m still alive you say fuck that bitch, she can deal with it on her own? What the fuck is wrong with you!” you shouted. You slapped him in the face, Jack pouting as you sank down to your knees. “I want Dean.”

“Y/N.”

“I want Dean and Sam.”

“Y/N-”

“I want Dean!”

“I can’t-”

“Fuck you! You’re as every bit as evil as that devil father of yours after all,” you said. You forced yourself to your feet, tears prickling in his eyes. “Oh did I hurt your feelings? Tough fucking shit! Do you realize that I have not only been stuck waiting for years but my body got stuck too. I’ve been sitting with broken ribs for seventy years. Every single breath excruciating.”

You yanked up your shirt, deep purple and black skin radiating across most of your abdomen. Jack reached out a hand and you moved back, dropping your shirt.

“I thought you were hands off. I don’t want your-” you said before warmth trickled through you, the pain gone, body feeling so strange at being without it.

“I don’t have to touch to heal you,” he said quietly. He swallowed and bowed his head. “I tried to let people live their lives without my interference and sometimes they’re messy but I’ve come to realize recently that’s wrong. A bit of help here and there is good. It gives people hope and maybe I should have done things different.”

“My family’s dead and I don’t want to wait around decades more to see them again in heaven. You’re going to-”

“No I won’t. Lyle’s life counts on you doing exactly what you’re supposed to as do your two other children’s. I can’t just put you in heaven. You can’t die right and you have to wait to see Dean until things work themselves out. Lyle’s going to be with you for a while and help get some things settled. It’s already set in motion so go with it,” he said.

“Jack I want Dean. Please,” you said. “Please Jack. Just five minutes.”

“Would you rather have your family back in the near future, alive, or would you rather have your and Dean’s souls torn apart and you never see him again, dead or alive? Rather he over there doesn’t exist? Rather no one exists?”

“I didn’t say that. Of course I would rather have them back alive-“

“Then be patient.”

“Jack. You gotta give me something. Something please.”

“I’ll talk to Lyle, tell him he can loosen up some. But I can’t tell you what to do. You have to follow your gut. Listen to Lyle and it’ll work out,” said Jack. You squeezed your eyes shut, Jack carefully resting a hand on your shoulder. “Do you hate me?”

“I hate that our family was ripped apart. I hate that you didn’t tell the boys I was alive once you knew. I hate that the last time I saw Dean alive we argued. I think what I hate most of all is that you treated us like everyone else. We’re not, Jack. We’re your family. All of us deserved a chance at normal and we didn’t get it.”

“Sam did.”

“How many years did Sam live without us? Without his brother?” you asked. Jack glanced down and you nodded. “You said you became God? Why didn’t you get rid of the monsters altogether Jack. Don’t tell me you don’t have that power.”

“I thought...I thought it was the natural order.”

“Yet you know there are other universes with no monsters at all. You could have taken the monsters away. Shit turn them human for all I care. The boys didn’t have to keep hunting after you took over. You could have been hands off and changed that one fact and saved so many lives, improved so many lives.”

“No. I couldn’t have changed it. Not back then.”

“Why the hell not?” you asked. He pulled his hand away and you found yourself in some clean clothes, Lyle’s jacket folded on top of the car.

“Because when I became God, I learned a lot. It sucks knowing that certain things have to happen and that I had to ignore when Sam prayed to me in that barn because things had to happen this way.”

“But why?”

“Because if I didn’t, if I’d intervened then and there, this universe, all of the ones I’ve been busy rebuilding, the way I’ve been rebuilding heaven...it’d be gone. Destroyed and I wouldn’t be able to put it back. It’s a temporary pain even if it doesn’t seem like it. So please, Y/N, please, listen to Lyle. Work with him. It’ll work out and things can be okay. You can have everything you ever wanted and more. You can have the freaking apple pie life and the no monsters and all of it but please understand you have more shit to go through first and whatever happens, do not let Lyle die.”

“He’s my son. I wouldn’t let that happen to him,” you said. Jack nodded and you grabbed his arm when he turned to leave. “You’ve grown up Jackie.”

“I’m still a baby by God standards,” he said.

“The guys take care of you after I was gone?” you asked.

“Yeah. I missed you though,” he said. “I accidentally killed Mary and sort of lost my soul for a bit. Things got bad for a while.”

“Do you see Kelly in heaven sometimes? Mary?” you asked. He nodded and you smiled. “Kids can fuck up and your parents will forgive you.”

“I’m sorry it has to be this way, Y/N. If I could snap my fingers to fix it all, stop it from ever happening, I would.”

“I’m going to trust that it had to be this way,” you said. “But give me a ballpark figure here. When do I get the guys back?”

“That’s relative. You’re going to end up breaking the space time continuum so it’s hard to answer that correctly.” You stared at him and he shrugged. “Not too long. A few days at most. I promise.”

“Wait is that how we have a twenty year old son?” you asked.

“Yes. The next time you see Dean he’ll be younger than the last you saw him. Just trust your gut and Lyle. Next time I see you I hope things are much better,” he said. You opened your mouth but he disappeared. You shook your head and turned around, Lyle now wearing his jacket, standing closer to the passenger seat door. For a long while you both simply stared, Lyle looking as if he’d just had his own long conversation with Jack.

“You can call me Y/N if that makes it easier,” you said. He nodded and you took a deep breath, going to the driver’s side. “So. What’s the next move?”

“Jack just said after I got you out we had to go to Lebanon. He didn’t tell me anything more than that,” he said.

“Any idea where we are?” you asked.

“San Antonio,” he said. “So we go North?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Mind taking the first shift driving? I sort of haven’t slept in like seventy years.”

“No that’s fine,” he said. He walked around the front and you made your way to the passenger side, climbing in and sighing. He got behind the wheel and took a deep breath. “You and dad run a construction business.”

“That’s nice,” you said, smiling to yourself. “Dean’d be real good at that kind of thing. He’s really smart.”

“I know. Most guys can’t call up their dad for help on their architecture homework,” he said.

“You go to college?” you asked, Lyle nodding. “Do you know about...this stuff?”

“I’m still not convinced I’m not insane. I just got home on a friday night. We had dinner and everyone went outside to have a bonfire in the backyard. I went in to use the bathroom and Uncle Jack stopped me before I could get back outside. He said a lot of crazy stuff I didn’t believe but the fact you were in that basement...you and dad are only like forty but you’re obviously too old right now to have had me when that would have made sense and Uncle Jack said space and time is gonna break and-”

“Lyle,” you said, holding up a hand. “Relax. I just want to know, do you know what hunting is?”

“Dad doesn’t go hunting,” he said, narrowing his eyes. You smiled and nodded to yourself. “We don’t even own a gun.”

“I doubt that. But that must mean that something happens to the monsters along the way too.”

“What do you mean monsters? And why were you kidnapped in a basement? And what the fuck is going on? You’re supposed to be my mom that runs the family business and you kick ass in your soccer league in the summer and you can’t cook to save your life and that’s okay cause you’re really good at baking and pies and shit and I just don’t understand who you really are.” His face was flush, eyes fighting back tears. You smiled, reaching over and cupping his cheek.

“You’re a good guy Lyle. We obviously did something right,” you said, wiping away a stray tear that fell. “It’s scary. It’s really scary. I’m not your mom yet but I will be someday. I promise I will tell you everything you don’t know when I catch up to your time. Dean and I will. But we need to go to Lebanon and the faster we can go there and figure out what we have to do, the faster we can get you back home where you belong.”

“But can’t you-”

“This world isn’t safe, Lyle. It is very unsafe for a Winchester especially. Please drive now,” you said. You put on your seatbelt and he closed his eyes. “Please.”

“I was supposed to be having a smore right now,” he said.

“I know. But saving the world is kinda cool,” you said.

“I don’t want to save the world. I want to go home and not see my mom be beat to shit. I want my dad to go back to teasing me at dinner and not being dead,” he said.

“If we do this right, you can go back to that really soon. It hasn’t happened for me yet. We can talk all about this when you come back. The night you come back we can talk through it all. But we have to get going. The sooner we go, the sooner it goes back to normal.”

“It’ll never be normal again.”

“Yes it will. I promise.”

“How do you-“

“Because I just had this really bad thing happen to me but someday I’m going to have you and everything I ever wanted with Dean. So it sucks right now but it’ll be better eventually. I know it will. You’re here so I know it’ll be normal.” He nodded and wiped off his face, starting the car up again.

“Y/N. Are you okay after...you know...being down there beat up all that time?”

“Not really,” you said. He took off his jacket and handed it to you. You stared before he rolled his eyes, laying it over your front.

“Sleep. I can drive.”

“Lyle.”

“Y/N. Rest. It’s safe. I got this.”

“You take after your dad.”

“Take after someone else too,” he said. You smiled and nodded, resting your head on your shoulder, closing your eyes. “I’ll wake you up for breakfast.”

“Egg and-”

“Cheese on a biscuit, two breakfast burritos, extra hot sauce and a small hot latte.”

“At least my road trip order didn’t change,” you said, quickly relaxing and falling asleep for the first time in ages.

_______

A/N: Read part 2 here!

#tell me a story bingo #supernatural #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean #winchester #dean spn

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milligar · 3 years ago

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1. “Promise me something. Whatever happens, don’t look back.” from the pinned prompt list?

Hi 👋

Gosh, I haven’t written in a while (unless you count my assignment for study) but when this popped up I immediately had an idea I had to get out.

Thank you so much for sending this ask. It was the perfect distraction I needed to take a little break and write for fun again!

This gets a tiny bit angsty - sorry 🫣- but I really hope you enjoy it!

***

“Promise me something. Whatever happens, don’t look back.”

“But…”

“But nothing. Just focus on the trial. Remember what your lawyer told you to say. Okay?”

“…”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay. We’ll get through this. I promise.”

“…yea.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

****

Mickey had always known he’d end up back here one day. He couldn’t see Ian’s face but he knew exactly the expression that would be on there. Worry and anguish all wrapped up in disappointment.

Last time he’d been in a courtroom, Ian hadn’t come. He’d spent the whole day hoping and praying the door would open and Ian would walk in, sit at the back and just be there. But it never happened.

When the judge had sentenced 15 years his heart withered. 15 years without Ian. 15 years of only being able to see him through glass, if he even visited at all. 15 years of being alone.

It hurt. Hearing that news with absolutely no one he knew in the room. Not even Iggy or Mandy had bothered to turn up. Svetlana has claimed she couldn’t get a sitter and hadn’t wanted to bring Yev to court.

He hadn’t even protested when the officer led him away. What was the point? No one else gave a fuck, why should he?

A month later he had scratched Ian’s name into his skin. The longing was slowly killing him and he would have done anything to get to Ian. And he did, putting all his effort into breaking free and running straight to the south side.

—//—

He hung his head waiting for the judge to arrive. Thoughts of glass and germ ridden black telephones separating him and his husband spun around his head. He wasn’t sure he could do that again.

Suddenly everyone rose as the judge entered. Mickey stood, watching the man who would decide his fate take his seat.

“So what do we have here? Assault. Could the defendant stand, state their name and plea?”

Mickey took a deep breath and held it. Don’t look back, he thought. Just don’t look back.

“I’m Ian Gallagher and I plead not guilty by reason of insanity.”

He let the breath go as he stared at the back of Ian’s head. It has been touch and go whether Ian would go through with the plea. Guilt has been eating up his husband since he’d been admitted to the psyche ward again.

—//—

Mickey had looked everywhere for Ian that day. When he’d found the stashed meds his worst fears had been confirmed. It had been going on for a few weeks, Ian acting out of character and slowly succumbing to the mania. Until that day when it just exploded.

Ian had left the house that morning claiming he was going for a run. Four hours and almost 50 missed calls later, Mickey was in a complete state of panic. So much so he called Lip who’d rallied the Gallagher clan and a search party commenced.

Another four hours passed with no word, not a single whisper of Ian or his whereabouts. Then another four passed. And another. Almost 24 hours had passed when Mickey’s phone rang.

“Is this Mr Milkovich?”

“Who’s asking?”

“I’m Officer Hunt, of Chicago P.D. We picked up your husband, Ian Gallagher, he was arrested for assault but he seems to think demons are after him. He’s been sedated but it’s recommended that he gets checked out at the hospital.”

“He’s bipolar. He’s not been taking his meds….”

Mickey shook his head and tried to focus on the trial. His stomach was in knots and his knee was bouncing as the judge discussed the case with the lawyers and Ian gave his defence.

From what Ian tells him, the guy he’d beat was saying some colourful things about gays. Ian, in his unmediated state, had seen him as a threat, a demon. A few punches later and Ian was being cuffed and dragged into a cop car, while he strained against the officers, shouting of righteousness and doing god's work to rid the earth of evil.

The guy, Max Cromwell, was sitting with his wife at the other side of the courtroom. He was the reason he’d told Ian not to look back. Guilt was already eating him away, he didn’t want Ian to look back, see them and plead guilty.

Ian had been threatening for weeks to plead guilty. “But I beat him up, Mick, I did it. I am guilty.”

“Ian, you were off your meds. Would you have done that if you were taking them?”

“After the shit he said, probably. I probably would have still hit the bastard. I just wouldn’t have thought he was a fucking demon or some shit.”

“Ian, if you plead guilty, with your history, you’ll end up back inside.”

“I know.”

“I don’t… Ian please. Plead insanity.”

“I might still end up inside.”

“But you might not. If you plead insanity there’s a chance…”

“But I am guilty.”

“Ian… please.”

They’d had that same argument over and over almost everyday in the run up to the trial. Mickey had begged and pleaded with him. In the end Ian had agreed.

—//—

The trial was coming to a close. The judge was about to make sentencing.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been in court due to being off your meds Mr Gallagher”

To his right, Debbie tensed. Lip sat stoic to his left.

“Ian Gallagher, you are sentenced to 30 days in a correctional facility followed by 1 year probation.”

The judge was still speaking but all Mickey could hear was white noise. 30 days. 30 fucking days without Ian. Ian was going to prison. Alone. For 30 fucking days.

Movement caught his eye and he looked up, right into his husband's wide green eyes. Mickey was sure his heart wasn’t beating. His chest felt empty. Hollow. Like everything had been ripped out of there.

“I’ll be okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Ian was led away. Part of Mickey was led away with him.

****

Mickey blinked rapidly but tears continued to well and roll down his cheeks, straight into Ian’s t-shirt.

“You okay?” The words were uttered against his neck but there was no way he was letting go.

“Yes,” he hiccuped. “That was the longest month of my life.”

“Mine too.” He felt Ian inhale, his nose buried in the crook of Mickey’s neck. “Fuck I missed you.”

“Me too.”

They continued to hold on to one another. Mickey wasn’t sure he would ever let go.

“For fuck sake, other people missed him too.” He knew he shouldn’t have brought Debbie. He was going to come alone to collect Ian but she begged and he was a softie.

He pulled away and scowled as Debbie wrapped Ian in a hug.

“So was everything okay since my last visit? No one tried anything?”

“No, it was fine. Word got out that I was married to a Milkovich. Scared a few people off. Hudson even let me shove in the cafeteria line in front of him a few times.”

Mickey let out a sigh of relief. He just wanted to get his husband home where he belonged. The Gallaghers had tried to plan a party but he’d told them to fuck off. They could have one tomorrow. Today he was taking his husband home and worshipping him over and over again.

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #ian x mickey #shameless #ian gallagher and mickey milkovich #gallavich fanfic #ian gallagher #ask prompt #thank you so much for the ask!#needed this #it’s been too long

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barzzal · 4 years ago

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between halls and thin walls → part four

summary: friends who fool around almost never works. almost.

↳ pairing: mathew barzal x you

↳ warnings: idiots, that’s all <3

↳ genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates au, best friend’s best friend, friends with benefits, 18+

↳ length: series; part one, part two, part three, part four (6.7k), part five, part six

↳ masterlist: the barn

↳ track: my favorite part by mac miller, addicted by jorja smith, someone to spend time with by los retros

note: finally got myself to update this fic oml zzz quick psa tho, this will now be a six-part series! hope that’s okay and yenno as always, would love to hear what you think about this (validate me in the tags pls im lonely) happy reading babes! <3

“Yo, grandma. Haven’t you had too much tea to drink?” his voice echoes in the room as soon as he walks into it. You carefully set the cup down on the dining table and looked at him exasperatedly.

“Haven’t you had too much care to give?” you snark back, earning yourself a disappointed look from him.

“Really, y/n? That’s the best you’ve got?” he shakes his head at your appalling retort. What a shame.

You were good at pissing him off to be fair. You just weren’t in the mood to throw teases back and forth especially now that you’re feeling particularly vulnerable.

The week has been far too dreadful for you and you know that you’re willing to grovel your way into the weekend to finally have the time to slack off, not worry about taking a bath, and just go crazy with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s.

However, just like always, Mathew seems to never run out of ways to get on your nerves.

He carelessly puts his stuff on the table, causing a fairly loud thud on the surface.

You let out a deep breath, massaging your temple.

“Somebody’s cranky.” he grins. Not necessarily the kind you’d want to see from him.

You try to ignore him for a few minutes but you can’t help noticing how his build easily took over much of the space you’ve already been occupying. You irkingly look up at him, closing the book you were reading. You meet Mat’s eyes who just innocently looked back into yours. Waiting. Possibly plotting on yet another sophisticated way to toy with you.

“You’re a child.” you roll your eyes and return to your reading. He says nothing and instead rests his chin atop his enclasped hands, continuing to bother you with his ridiculously beguiling eyes. He presses his lips together before sighing dramatically.

“What?” you snap, finally shutting your book down as you look at him.

“I wanna go out.” he looks up at you in an effort to make his huge physique smaller than it really was.

“Then go out. You’re a big boy.” you breathe.

“You just said that I’m a child.” he coos, mimicking a five-year-old’s voice.

“Stop that.” you glare at him. Mat props himself back and laughs, “Come on. I’m bored.”

You open your book again just as you reply in a tone that Mat’s getting used to hearing. “Boredom doesn’t give you the right to pester me, Barzal.”

And as an exchange, he speaks in the same tone rather mockingly, “And so is that attitude, Y/L/N.”

“Come on, y/n. Let’s go out.” he now pleads, looking up at you with what seems to be his worst impression of a ‘puppy eye’.

“Fine.” you finally concede and you see Mat’s beaming smile instantly.

“Where’d you want to go?” you ask as you take your reading glasses off.

“Dunno.” He shrugs, obviously teasing.

On the edge of being irritated, you say, “Are you kidding me?”

“Grandma.” he mumbles before saying, “Do you have anything you want to do? And please don’t say book hunt.”

You suppress a smile and maintain your composure. “I’m craving for pancakes right now but I also wanna drink. Go to a bar or something.”

He nods in agreement. Already stitching his game plan.

“We can do both.” he bobs his all too fine brows.

He didn’t have a hard time getting you on board with his spontaneity. You actually haven’t gone out in a while and the thought of a possible night out doesn’t seem to be so bad of an idea.

You’ve been with Mat to parties and while the two of you don’t mingle as much as the other guys did, he does know his way around the club. The dance floor, however, he tries. He really does.

For about an hour Mathew waited patiently in the living room as he scrolled endlessly on instagram liking a few photos and laughing at posts the fans tag him occasionally. His eyes were peeled away from the screen when he heard the door to your room click. His irises trail onto your body even if he didn’t plan to originally.

Mathew, albeit dressed simply in his black turtleneck sweater and a beige overcoat exudes just about the right ‘swag’ (as per how he puts it) to stop you in your stupor. Although what you didn’t know was how you weren’t any different in his eyes. You were dressed quite nicely in a black lace bodysuit with a pair of blackpants accentuated by the black boots you usually wear on a night out. Your coat was slung on your forearm whilst you held your clutch purse in your hand so you could close the door with the other.

“What?” you blink just as you look down to eye yourself. Feeling a tad self-conscious under his gaze.

Mat immediately breaks it off. He clears his throat, pretending to wipe off the non-existent dust on the accent table.

“What?” he mirrors with an arched brow.

You shrug off his demeanor, snatching your keys from the accent table before putting it in your purse.

“Have you called a lyft already?” he nods, absentmindedly scratching his temple.

“You ready? You look— decent.” He says, trying to act casual and distant when he gives you the compliment.

Not noticing the unfamiliar look his eyes had, you return the compliment and say, “And so do you. Good job for not looking like you came straight out of an H&M catalogue.” you wink at him with a grin. A thing which was then reciprocated by a deadpan look on his end.

Before he could even come up with yet another clever way to come at you, you start walking towards the door, looking at him once as you motion the way by curling your finger.

“Haul ass, buddy.”

𖥸

10:15 PM

Mat decided to bring you to the usual place he goes to when he wants to be alone and just enjoy a couple of beers while he chats with River, the bartender he eventually befriends after years spent drinking in solitude.

The bar had a rustic feel filled with wine barrels in the corner of the room. The seats were leather (mind you, it wasn’t the kind that gets easily worn out through time) and everything looked new to you regardless of all the vintage stuff displayed articulately on the brick wall. A turntable was set on the table stacked with vinyl records, most of which were from the 70s to 80s underneath.

It was obvious that it wasn’t the kind people would know about. Aside from it being located at such a secluded street leading to the suburbs, it wasn’t the type of bar kids would want to hang out in. It only had a few customers and most of them wore suits and came with company. No one really gave a hoot when you walked in with Mathew, aka, the face of the New York Islanders. Which is basically the reason why Mat kept coming back to the place. He felt comfortable and at peace. Almost in retrospect to being at home hanging with his father.

“I can’t believe this place exists.” you say, mouthing your thanks to River as he hands you both of your drinks. The man that’s definitely aged like fine wine smiles, nodding his head over to Mat who was doing the same before he headed back to mix another set of drinks.

“Me neither.” he grins, reminiscing about the time he’s found the small pub by accident.

“This place looks expensive though.” you whisper, making Mathew laugh.

“Well, it kinda is.” he sheepishly chuckles. “River’s filthy rich.”

“Is he really?” your mouth falls and you look back over the build of the old man. The way his salt and pepper hair was neatly slicked back makes quite a compelling case for what Mat had just said.

Mat eventually explains who he was. Apparently, he was just another bored fancy man who happened to love making people drop dead and drunk with his over the top mixes. His dark deep set brown eyes are quite of a crowd favourite too. Case in point, the group of ladies seated from across you and Mathew.

“Hey.” you absentmindedly call on Mat who had just sipped on his drink. “I know what we should do.”

“All right.” he puts the glass down, “Lay it on me.”

“Let’s fix you up with one of the girls over there.” you suggest, leaning towards his body so you could get a better view upfront. Mat does not move and instead follows your finger subtly pointing at the other end of the room.

“What’s with the sudden fixation of getting me bagged tonight, huh?” he smirks, shaking his head at the idea of having to go home with some random girl. You give him a side eye as you move away from him.

“Fixation is an overstatement. We’ll be here long enough for us to get sick of each other.” you explicitly told him.

Mat eyes you intently. Searching if there was even the slightest doubt in your eyes.

Long enough to get sick of each other.

He clears his throat instead and looks across the room. “Which one?”

A gleeful cheer erupts from you just before you look over the girls in question. “What’s your type?” you ask him, not sparing a glance.

Mat looks down on you underneath the bar lights accentuating your features. Your eyes had a certain glint in them that Mat still can’t get a grasp on. Something that was just enough to spark something inside him. He didn’t want to overthink it nonetheless. It must have been just the lights.

Once Mat sensed that you were about to look at him he immediately turned his gaze forward, squinting his eyes a little pretending to check out the women you’ve been eyeing for the last minute.

“I don’t really have a type.” he shrugs, casually taking the fragile glass to his mouth.

You dismiss what he said at once, “Do I look like a child to you? Just answer it.”

Mat shakes his head, “I told you. I don’t have one. If we vibe then we vibe. Simple as that.”

You did not believe him but you decide to drop it off. Instead, you look back and return to your new found mission. Across the bar, seated were three girls busy talking to each other.

“Got it.” you tell Mat, nodding your head towards the clueless girl sitting right across from where Mathew was. “The one in the center.” you add. “The one wearing a white bodycon.”

“She’s pretty.” he nods, validating your taste as his potential wingman. “Nice smile.”

Your hand met a firm slap on the table as you went on cheering for him. “Well? Go then!” you give him a nudge, taking it back quickly when you feel a slight hesitation on his part, “Don’t tell me you need me to introduce you?”

He takes the remainder of his glass and shaked off the kick it had in his throat. “You just sit and watch, babe.”

You do as you’re told and lean towards the bar, your elbow carrying all your weight whilst you sip on your half-full martini.

Mathew’s stance and the way he carries himself immediately caused the girls to notice him coming. Of course, you weren’t really surprised. You watch him approach her,– reading along the words leaving his mouth. There was an exchange of proper ‘hello’s’ as Mat introduced himself to the girls. He reaches out his hand and the curly noirette in the center gives him a firm shake.

Mat’s eyes momentarily locked with yours just as you see their hands linger in the air— tangled long enough for him to make a quick segway. He winks your way as he sees you grin from your seat, shaking your head just after you felt the need to take a deep breath. A thing you assumed to be because of the drink. So, while Mat leads the girl to one of the empty booths and sits across from her, you call on River and ask for another drink.

Mathew must have lost track of time by the second drink he shared with Zoe. He learns that she’s from upstate and was just on the island to visit her friends. She’s still working on her major at NYU; coincidentally in the same field as Lianna so that was one of the things they’ve talked about first hand. She wasn’t really into sports so Mat steered clear of his job because he didn’t want to bore her.

“So…” Zoe smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear. “What’s the deal with you and the girl you’re with?”

By the time she asked about you, only then did Mat remember who he was originally with.

“Oh! She’s—” he looks over to where you’re seated only to find you laughing— no giggling with a man that was obviously a few years older than you. He’s wearing a neat black suit and a button down shirt with a couple of its first buttons opened. Zoe sees him frown, evidently losing his train of thought.

She calls him with her sweet voice, “Mat?”

“Yeah?” he absentmindedly answers, not wanting to take his eyes off of your hand that was now gently pushing the man’s arm whilst the two of you continue to burst into laughter.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

What’s so funny?

Finally, Mat hears Zoe’s distant voice that eventually took him back to his seat.

“Oh. Y-Yeah.” he apologetically smiles. “Sorry. What were you saying again?”

She hesitates to ask about you after taking a quick glance your way upon seeing the way Mathew looked at you. Nevertheless, she decides to go for it.

“Aren’t you two together? I don’t want to come off strong here or anything. It’s just that I don’t want to get in between something if there ever is.”

Mat looks at you one more time and as if you’ve felt his eyes all along you turn your way and meet his gaze. You shoot him a quiet smile, eyeing the guy sitting beside you, mouthing what he assumes to be an exaggerated “So hot!” on your end. He reciprocates your smile and gives you an approving nod.

Once you looked away, that’s the only time Mat finally answered the woman waiting patiently for his attention.

“What?” Mat shakes his head wildly, blowing out air off his lips defensively. “No no no. We’re just friends. She’s my roommate actually.” he shrugs you off his mind and instead tries to put his entire focus on her.

The remaining hours were spent with you and Mat getting along with your respective potential hook-ups. Not that it wasn’t the endgame either of you were hoping for at the back of your minds.

He’s got to admit that Zoe was the kind of girl he’d be interested in. Another fact he’s kept a mental tab not to mention to you because he knows you’ll just get cocky.

She was sweet and obviously eloquent. He knows she’s way smarter than he’ll ever be. But out of all those qualities, she was just as passionate at her craft as someone he likes to think he knows well enough. And that alone made a small smile creep on his lips.

Nonetheless, despite all the aforementioned, Mathew found himself a bit more reserved than he usually is whenever he gets to meet and talk to his potential ‘lady friends’ as how you’ve put it countless times. He just wasn’t his exact self. And he was beginning to question it.

There were no fancy hockey plays thrown subtly into the conversation. Neither mentions of golfing nor over the top league events. No butchered french pet names swiftly tucked in his sentences. And no endless questions that would eventually lead to something along the lines of ‘Do you want to get out of here?’

Well, not until Zoe’s friends got up their seats and she told him herself.

“Hey. The girls and I are meeting up with some friends in Brooklyn. D’ya wanna come?”

Mat’s eyes trail down to her hand now gently caressing his. He raises both his brows thinking of a possible ‘out’ because he wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to leave you alone with a stranger.

He hums, “Sure.”

Zoe shows him a delighted smile before eventually sliding out of the booth to walk towards the bar she and her friends were formally seated.

“I gotta use the restroom first. Please excuse me.” she gives him a nod before going back to chatting with her friends.

You, on the other hand, see Mat leave the table aiming for an archway you presume to be where the loo was.

“Hey,” you call the man whose name you’ve already forgotten. Your pause was long enough for him to acknowledge the chances that you actually did forget who he was. Obviously.

“Chris.” The man in his early 30s answers with a submitting grin.

You shyly laugh, squeezing his forearm as you try to apologize for forgetting.

“Would you mind if I use the restroom?” you politely ask.

“No, not at all.” he replies and immediately stands to help you get on your feet. Gentleman.

Once you are in front of the men’s room, you anxiously wait for your wingman. You hug your purse close to your chest. Not a whole minute after, the door finally opens and you meet Mat’s irises with quite a gleeful look.

A look he wasn’t a fan of for he knew what’s about to come next.

“Are you taking off?” you eagerly ask, almost hopping on your feet.

Mat eyes you from head to toe, looking for signs that would stink from a drunk y/n. When he sees none, that’s when he decides to say that he was.

“Mkay good. I’ll be on my way too. Chris is taking me to New Jersey.” you tell him, briefly looking through the archway to see if there were people listening.

Once you know you’re clear, you lean towards Mat, your lips dangerously close to the sensitive skin of his ear. Mat feels your heated breath sending a familiar tingle up his spine. “I’ll get to ride a yacht tonight.” you bite your lower lip and giddily smile as if you were a cheeky 16 year-old usually depicted in a coming of age movie.

“Who’s Chris?” Mat, in spite of taking rounds observing you all night, finds the need to ask. “And why are you coming with him to NJ?” he further questions.

“Uh– okay, dad.” you step back for a second. You let out a scoff, checking if he was being serious about it. “I thought we’re supposed to go get laid tonight? Weren’t you about to take off with that girl yourself?”

Mat averts your gaze and starts to scratch the corner of his brow. “Well yeah. It’s just that— he looks sketchy.” he pauses, “plus… isn’t he a little too old for you?”

You roll your eyes as you’ve already expected to hear the words from him.

“He’s 31. He’s not that old.” you say rather defensively so you turn the ball back on his court. “And what if he was? Didn’t you ask one of the moms out??”

Mat’s eyes widens and you try to bite back a laugh. He whispers with a biting tone, trying to save himself. “She didn’t look like one! I’m gonna kill Beau I swear to god.”

“Come on Barz. Don’t be such a killjoy. Text me if you need anything, okay? Wrap things up while you’re at it.” you say at once. Mat doesn’t get the chance to talk you out of such a stupid idea because before he even could, you’ve already planted a kiss on his cheek and started walking away.

Mat waited for the sound of the heavy doors of the bar, signaling that you and your friend have gone, before stepping back to where Zoe was. She waves him near the coat closet.

“Hi.” Mat greets her friends before eventually turning his attention on the unsuspecting lass. She meets her with a smile (just like what she’s been doing all night). The same smile, however, drops the second Mat opens his mouth. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Zoe nods and willfully abides, letting Mat take her gently by the arm.

“What’s up?” she innocently asks.

“Something came up.” he says a little too fast than what he’d originally intended. He was going to let her down either way might as well get it over with and rip up the asshole band-aid.

“Oh.” she says in a tone Mat knew that she completely understood.

“No worries.” she looks at him with a knowing look in her eyes. “I’ll see you around then.”

He gives her a kind smile and nods. “Take care.”

Mathew walks towards the bar, catching River’s teasing grin whilst he cleans up after the bottles left on the center of the counter.

“What?” Mat reacts defensively, taking a seat in front of the lone bartender. River faintly shakes his head to leave just enough curiosity in Mathew’s mind.

“You’re such a tool, old man.” the kid says aiming for the cold beer River has put away for himself. River did not mind because he’s grown fond of the star player for the past years he’s spent going on late night drinks at his bar. Years that even justifies a proper amount of time for him to know the in’s and out’s of one Mathew Barzal.

“I haven’t said a thing.” he shrugs amidst the already wide grin on his face.

There’s wisdom in his eyes that Mathew has always admired. He wasn’t the guy who’d want to talk about what’s going on inside his head but with how River’s pub seems to be just the right place, he eventually concedes and takes a shot to pick on the old man’s brain.

“Come on, spill it out. I know you’re going to anyway.” Mat gives in, running his thumb on the moist label of the bottle.

River wipes his hands before resting it atop the counter. “Well, it’s just that– I ain’t used to seeing you turn down ladies like that too often. And you’re definitely not one to stick around watching me clean up.”

Mat stays silent for a moment, as if to gather the exact reason as to why he chose to stay. He still has a long way to go before figuring that one out. He wasn’t exactly as sharp as he was on the ice.

“I don’t know, man.” he chuckles tirelessly, “I guess I wasn’t in the mood. That’s all.”

“You?” River shots a brow and dismisses him, shaking his head. When Mat doesn’t answer, he carefully picks on his choice of words and lays it down carefully for him. After all, Mathew should have known that River was old enough to not know what’s going on.

“Though I gotta be honest with you, hijo. Never imagined you’d bring someone here.” he starts.

What must have been a shot in the dark for the old man was just enough to tear Mathew’s eyes away from staring at the water beads on the bottle.

“What?”

“The girl, Barz.” he says, banging on the head of the bottle to knock the cap off. “She a friend?”

“What? Y/N?” Mat quirks his brows trailing off where River was exactly headed, “What about her?— Oh, her? Yeah, no. She’s just a friend.”

“She pretty.” he speaks in a sound accent, not wanting to let Mat know he’s growing to like catching the young lad off guard. Mathew nods casually despite the continuous blabbering. “She’s y/n. But yeah— I guess, she is pretty.”

“Then what are you doing being just friends with a pretty girl?” River inquires, taking a sip of his beer. When he sees him trying to register what he’d just said he then adds, “Why not be with her? Date her?”

“Psh. What? Date y/n? That’s crazy.” Mat shakes his head furiously, “You’re crazy.”

“What’s so crazy about that?” River takes offense, laughing at the child’s naivete.

“I can’t date her. I mean— I won’t date her.” he takes the bottle to his mouth, taking a large gulp before continuing, “We’re in this weird relationship thing. A setup, actually, and it’s— it’s crazier than dating her. I swear, you of all people won’t get it.”

“What makes you think I can’t?” he smirks, “I’ve had my fair share of crazy.” River points out despite the hesitation in Mat’s eyes. “I got all night, kid.” he adds, letting him have the floor to himself.

“You really want in on this?” he second guesses, not wanting to bore the man with his personal life.

River leans against the brass counter just below the lit rack of vintage scotch displayed on the bar. He then gestures him to give a piece of his mind and Mat finally submits to his offer.

“We’ve been in a few… prior engagements,” he starts trying to find the appropriate word. “Well, sort of.”

River hums, not necessarily getting on the same page as him so he decides to be upfront about it.

“We’ve… slept together.” he confesses.

“So you used to date her?” the old man asks.

“No.” he answers, “I told you we’re just friends.”

With furrowed brows, River takes a minute. And once Mat hears an all too familiar “Oh.” he sees him break a chuckle, shaking his head at the thought of what Mat had just told him. “You kids have way too much fun these days.”

Mathew shrugs, “Hey, I warned you. Told you you wouldn’t get it.”

“Okay, make me understand something here. You two sleep together, fool around, do all that shit.” he says, “and you swear you’re not in a relationship?”

“Nope.” Mat answers with pride, popping out the word with a hard ‘p’.

“Huh.” River clicks his tongue, “How long have you two been… engaged?”

He rolls his eyes when River uses his word, “About two months.” he answers shortly.

“Is she seeing anyone since you two started this thing? You know, casual dates, the ones I presume she’s been getting before you got her into this mess?” he asks him in a tone that only fathers would ever dare to use.

Mat thinks for a moment, trying to recall the last time he’s seen a guy pick you up for dinner besides the old man you’ve successfully bagged for the night. He firmly shakes his head no and simply says, “At least not in my recollection.”

River willfully nods, walking Mat right into the trap. “Well have you been seeing anyone lately?” he asks again, this time slipping a hint of assertion. He hears a crystal clear ‘no’ from the forward and that’s when he broke a goading grin.

“And you’re telling me you two aren’t together?” he asks yet again, getting on Mat's nerves as he continues to flood him with biting queries, building up the final point he was about to break on Mathew.

“Rivs, for the hundredth time, no. We are not.” he clarifies.

Mat watches River pour himself a glass of scotch, still wearing a smug grin. “Imma give you a piece of advice, yeah?” he smiles rather teasingly and doesn’t wait for Mat to rebut, “I’m a happily married man so I don’t know a single squat about dating nowadays, but if you’re telling me that you kids aren’t sleeping with anyone else but yourselves? Looks like a damn relationship to me.”

With his brows all quirked in confusion (and denial in the very least), Mathew gathers all his might just so he could refute whatever madness River was trying to inflict on him and screw him up in the head. But before he could even open his mouth, the sound of the heavy doors was all it took to tear up both River’s and Mat’s attention.

“Hi.” you say the moment you were welcomed by unsuspecting men talking by the bar. River acknowledges you by raising his drink, his gaze landing on Mat the moment yours did.

“Hi.” Mathew mirrors you in an attempt to drown his already racing heart. A smile impending to break loose at any moment but he manages to suppress it. Instead of dealing with his adrenaline, he gestures for you to take a seat beside him.

“Where’s the sugar daddy?” he laughs the moment you drag yourself from across the room, mocking every word he said.

“His wife called when I got into his car.” you cringe.

“Oof. Lovely.” Mat makes the distinct expression on his face just before the two of you share a laugh.

“He’s not very smooth with adultery. He needs more practice.” you casually state sarcastically, clicking your tongue.

As you find the narrative funny, you take a sip on Mathew’s beer. “How are you not drunk? You’ve been drinking way too much the entire night.”

“Well. I’ve got some things to think about—” he cuts himself off upon seeing your mouth ajar, “And no, you’re not allowed to ask because none of it concerns you.”

“I wasn’t going to.” you dismiss him, excusing yourself to River which he gladly took as his cue to leave.

When he disappeared into the kitchen, you turned your gaze on your friend wearing another one of your mischievous grins, “Hey, wanna get pancakes?”

“Y/N, it’s almost 3 AM.” Mat sighs, the tiring night starting to creep up to him.

“So?” you question, swatting his hand away when you catch him checking on his watch.

“Come on. Stop drinking that.” you insist and take the bottle from his hand before putting it over to the side.

The two of you said your goodbyes to the lone bartender who was just starting to clean up again. River gives the two of you a nod of acknowledgement before landing a knowing look on Mathew. One that he’s thankful enough not to be discerned by you.

As you walk alongside Mathew, he unconsciously places a hand on the small of your back— feeling it graze on the fabric of your coat as if to guide you towards the door in an almost romantic type of way. Perhaps, a way someone would behave if they were actually in a relationship.

Mat notices your body tense but he doesn’t move an inch. Instead, his hand travels to the curve of your waist just as he leads you through the brass doors.

Once you’re out on the streets, he lets go.

𖥸

After almost half an hour of fighting over which diner is better to eat and get sober at, you and Mat decide to just try the new diner three blocks from your apartment. Being that it was an ungodly hour, the diner was good as closed when you got in. There were a few people inside and besides the student studying alone in the corner booth, the people lounging in the vacant seats were mostly just staff. Too bad they had to work the grave shift.

Mathew, who was rather preoccupied digging in his breakfast platter, gets interrupted when you call his attention.

“So tell me,” you ask as you take a forkful of syrupy pancake into your mouth. Finally satisfying your cravings. You put the food modestly in the insides of your cheeks when you ask him a question, “What are you like on dates?”

Mat disgustingly looks at you. You easily get what such a look meant and you immediately roll your eyes. You let your hand fall in mid-air amidst still holding a fork in it to prove a point. “I’m not trying to ask you out, dumbass. Don’t be so delusional.”

He puts his silverware down and wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Why the sudden interest?”

“Just curious.” you simply say.

He hums, thinking about how he pulls off a first date. He then clears his throat as he takes you down that road. “First, I’m not bringing her to a 24/7 Diner.” you nearly gag. “She deserves a formal one just in case there won’t be a second date.” he explains.

You sit there, nodding your head every now and then as he further goes on the details of how he’s like on a date. “Of course, I’d put my best foot forward all the time. Talk about her stuff more than mine and make sure she has a good time.”

“Have you ever had a bad first date?” you curiously ask. To which he only answers with a stubborn look on his face, the one only Mat Barzal could pull off. “What? me? I don’t do bad first dates.”

“Oh, fuck off.” you flick his forehead as you laugh. The sound of his laughter echoing in your ears, drowning all the existing noise inside the lone diner.

But as the laughter dies down, Mat catches your eyes as soon as it falls on his. And just like that, there it was again, the exact same glint it had back in the bar. This time, illuminated by the pink shaded light lining up the wall accents of the diner.

When he realizes that he’s been staring for too long, he settles on turning the tables on you.

“How about you?” he props in his seat, “What are you like on dates?”

“You know, apart from the fact that you’re obviously into old men.” he snickers and you throw a curly fry on his forehead.

“Excuse me, I don’t.” you say sticking up for yourself.

Mat takes the curly fry that has fallen on his plate and proceeds to eat it. “Sure you do.”

You roll your eyes, finding it hard to suppress the fact that you might actually do. “There’s a reason why women like old men, chico.”

He leans back and answers with a level headed and quite teasing reply, “And why’s that?”

“Because they’re men.” you look at him with a jerky grin as you continue, “And men, especially of River’s kind, definitely knows how to eat his french fry.”

Mat’s mouth falls wide in disbelief, appalled that you’ve actually found a way to pick up a stone and throw it straight to his face just to rub more salt on the fact that you had to teach a 23-year-old grown man how to eat cunt.

“You’re an ass.” he says, rolling his eyes. You let out a laugh and shake your head. You were proud of yourself, sure; but showing just that is far too much for a boy’s already hurting ego. Who would have known humbling this man was such a task.

“I’m playing! You know how to now.” you tell him, “Thanks to me, of course.”

He scoffs and takes a bite off his pancakes, “Cocky.”

“But you still haven’t answered my question.” he reminds you whilst he wipes off his lips with a napkin.

“There’s not much to tell. You know I’m not high maintenance.” you tell him, ignoring the fact that you haven’t been on an actual date for so long you’re almost sure you’ve forgotten how to be in one.

“I know it’s cheesy and corny but I do think it’s still in the littlest things, you know?” you sigh. Trying to remember the last relationship (date even) you had wherein those little things, the ones that are merely the bare minimum, were actually given to you.

“You know, it’s not much, really. Maybe just a good talk without having to watch him watch me talk all night when he’s really thinking about how I’d look naked, you know what I mean?” you laugh it off, “I know, it’s stupid.”

The arrogant man sitting before you was silent for once, profusely wanting to wash the pool of melancholy he sees in your eyes. There must have been a shit ton of guys who overlooked how great of a woman you actually are just because they couldn’t stop thinking with the head in between their legs even just for a second.

Mathew knows. And he hates that he’s been ‘that’ guy at some point. Probably until now considering him thinking with his balls on was the very thing that got the two of you here in the first place.

You take a deep breath, smiling. “Anyway, that’s better than almost getting with a married man. Right?”

“Right.” Mat laughs, his gray eyes bright under all the lights as he plays with his silverware,— devoid of how much he looked like as if he was utterly and undeniably in awe of not just the energy of the woman sitting in front of him alone nor the fact that she was by far the most unbelievable woman he’s known, but most importantly, he’s yet to realize how much in deep he’s beginning to be for the woman she actually were.

Just as she is.

𖥸

You left the diner a good hour before the sunrise and what must have been a quick five minute drive if you had only taken a cab, became a twenty minute foot race between you and Mathew.

You knew that walking was a bad idea but somehow, Mat’s charm and persuasive antics had a better hold than you thought you had on your very capable cognition.

As you drag your feet into the confines of the elevator in your complex, you hear Mathew chuckling behind you with a firm hand securely placed on your waist supporting your balance.

“You know— and not just ‘cause I’m an athlete, can I just say that you’re in a very bad shape?” he says almost a whisper in your ear, his voice low and deep.

You roll your eyes, leaning on the steel cold mirror once he pulls away, “You do it in heels then tell me who’s in a bad shape.”

“Fair point.” he chuckles yet again, shying away. He presses the number for your floor before resting across from you. As Mat watches you catch your breath, he jokes in the hopes of breaking the ice between the two of you.

“So…” he clicks his tongue, playful eyes looking at you, “Wanna tap?”

Disgusted to your very core, you let out a scoff just as you shake your head. “You’re fucking sick.” you laugh upon meeting his dumb grinning face. Seconds into laughter, Mat’s silence kills off the humor. The two of you exchange glances, the smiles on your faces receding into quietude.

Mathew didn’t want to end the night letting you in the apartment not knowing what he’s been feeling the moment you’ve let him drag you out for an impromptu night out. And stupid as it was, the only thing he could think of was to slide his foot across the enclosed space embracing the two of you, nudging on your boot. You on the one hand were rather puzzled as to what caused such language. You send him a mental query by arching a brow. He lets his head fall back on the cold metal surrounding the elevator finally deciding to speak his truth.

“I’m glad we get to hang out now. You know, just like friends do.” he genuinely says.

“Me too.” you say, smiling. “I really had fun tonight. Thank you.”

As you meet his eyes, you see a glimmer of softness in his gaze.

“Good thing I got bored, eh?” he says with a smirk.

“Good thing I came back for you.” you reply.

A quiet smile parts from his lips.

“Yeah. I’m glad you did.”

It was a few seconds when you and Barzy parted from your respective walls to meet the sliding doors as it opened on your designated floor. You were pulling him closer by the tie of his coat whilst his hand was instinctively placed on your hips letting him press his body on you. Your faces were inches from each other’s, evident of not wanting to prolong the totally unplanned foreplay that’s about to go down in a communal lift.

But just like every film you’ve watched your whole life, the inevitable cliché befalls the two of you when the next words that filled the enclosed walls you’re currently caged in came from the man who has yet to miss a morning jog.

“What the hell is going on here?”

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Tattered: Spit and Sinew

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series

Featuring: Alpha!Soulless Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Written for: @spnabobingo

Square filled: Free Space: Claim Stealing

Written for: @supernatural-jackles Tell Me a Story Bingo

Square filled: Something Unexpected

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5374

Warnings, etc: Show level violence and injury. Hurt/comfort. Smut. Oral sex. Knotting. Claiming. Cheating. Jealousy. Kind of voyeurism. Masturbation. Soulless Sam is an ass and a creep. Special thanks to @lastactiontricia for all her support. xoxo

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Soulless Sam

Dean's huffy when I meet back up with him. I got there as soon as I could, I don't know why he's so bitchy all the sudden. Maybe I should have showered again, but I like to have some of her left on me. It makes me feel good to smell like her. And Dean comes back from Lisa's smelling like bland beta pussy, so it's not like he's one to talk. Who knows, all I care about now is the hunt: werewolves, a whole pack. Dean's been busy, I've got to hand him that.

"You're not walking into the morgue until you shower; the stiffs are even gonna get hard with all the slick stank you've got on you," Dean decides. Called it.

"Fair point. Give me 15 and we can grab coffees on the way," I agree. But now Dean's looking at me like I'm speaking in tongues. " What?"

Dean rolls his eyes.

"What?!" I repeat.

"Look, man, I know you've had a year to do what you want. But disappearing on me like that for some tail? Not cool. Even if she tasted as good as she smells. You get that, right?"

I look at him, trying to figure out how honest I can be without being a dick. "It was a friend in need, Dean. You would have done the same."

"I?! Come on! Friend in need?! Really, Sam? Whatever, get cleaned up, I'm getting the coffees now. Don't take too long, Mr. I'm Worth It." He storms out of the motel room and I kick off my shoes. I wash and condition my hair, just for that L'Oreal jab. I wish I cared that he's pissed, but it's actually kind of funny.

Reader

Sam left in a rush and I’m too sore to care. My heat finally broke sometime in the night, but Sam kept going until I made him stop. The more I let the last hours run through my thoughts the more I think he was annoyed with me. There was the briefest moment when he was sucking on my pulse point that I thought I felt his teeth more than his tongue.

Did he almost claim me? Or was I imagining things? The throws of passion be damned. The thought alone terrifies me. I trust Sam. But I don’t think I can love him. Not the alpha he’s become since Dean left.

I sleep until dinner time and slowly start to pack up my things.

I leave the cabin behind, dusted with the dirt off my tires, knowing I’ll be back all too soon.

Two days later

I use all my weight to bring down the service door, pinning the feral werewolf to the concrete by a decidedly shattered tibia and fibula. He snarls at me, claws reaching my pant leg before I can jump out of the way, slamming me to the ground. My ass breaks my fall, and I kick with everything I have in me when a shot rings out, echoing through the abandoned warehouse. I look up in time to see Dean Winchester put another silver bullet in the wolf’s back, straight through to the heart.

Before I can even speak Sam’s hauling the door open beside me. His eyes are dark when they fall on me. I feel his silent reprimand and my inner omega cowers under his disapproval.

“You alright?” Dean’s voice breaks through Sam’s thrall and I look down at my bleeding calf to give him an honest answer.

I move to stand, a calloused hand finds mine and helps me the rest of the way up.

“Yeah, just a few scratches,” I breathe out. “When’d you guys get here?”

“Been tracking them for a few days,” Dean answered, stowing his gun in the back of his pants. “You find the den?”

I swallow, look at Sam, frustrated he didn’t tell me he was leaving for a case. Or mentioning that his brother was waiting for him.

“Answer him, ‘mega,” Sam snarls low.

I can’t stop the way my head bows at his command. “They meet up at the docks, but never all at once.”

“Hey,” Dean soothes. “You did good, alright?” He pats my shoulder, until Sam growls. “Cool it, Sammy.”

Amazingly, Sam defers to Dean’s command. But Dean still drops his hand and turns away from me to drag the body out to be burned. Sam scents the air and watches as I pull myself together.

“That fear is recent, you weren’t scared of the wolf,” Sam isn’t asking.

“So?” I snap.

“You shouldn’t be afraid of us.” Sam’s face softens in confusion.

“Does Dean know where you were?” I whisper, stepping closer, unintentionally seeking his scent, his warmth.

Sam inhales and pulls himself to his full height. “No, but this case, he came in angry. Let us handle the rest, okay?”

“Like hell! I’m still a hunter. I tracked them! If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be on surveillance, asshole!”

Sam nods condescendingly. “Fine. But I’m not going to baby you. You want to be a hunter; you’re not an omega in the field. Not to me.”

“Good,” I reply and stomp away to help Dean finish with the body.

Dean

She’s favoring her left leg as we approach the old shipyard. I can’t get the scent of her out of my mind, but Sam’s keeps creeping in to ruin its spell. I’m feeling like something between a third wheel and a load bearing wall; they’re not even friendly. What the fuck were they doing in that cabin, then?!

I breathe deeply, focus on the hunt, and fight every instinct to protect her. Try and let her be her own person. This is why she hid from us for all these years and I have no right to question her abilities now. But biology is almost impossible to override, especially in the heat of battle. They have a scout that makes us before we clear the pier, voices and snarls pierce the night, fifty yards off.

I signal Sam to take point, while she and I flank. He rolls his eyes, but moves into position. The anger burns again in my gut. She makes a noise behind me and I spin to see her pinned to the chest of a burly wolf. He’s scenting her as she struggles against his clawed hand over her mouth.

“You really have a death wish, Balto,” I spit and cock my gun.

“What am I supposed to do? Ignore the fresh meal you bring to my front door?” His smokey voice makes the hairs on the back of neck stand. My vision narrows and I don’t blink before I fire at his leg. He buckles instantly, freeing her from his grasp. But he rebounds faster than I thought possible, rushing me before I can aim at his chest.

I hear another gunshot, farther away. ‘Sam’s busy’ is the only thought I have as the thick stink of wet dog pummels me to the creaking dock. I shove him as best I can, using his momentum. He gets his claws in my jacket and I am left with no option but to headbutt the mutt. He falls, snarling on top of me, pinning me to a pile of canvas covered equipment.

“Roll!” She pleads somewhere to my left.

I thread my legs into his and squeeze. His hands, stuck in my layers of fabric, can’t stop me from wrenching his body into position. I flinch as she buries three bullets into his back. My sigh of relief is cut short by his body sagging against mine. Fucking disgusting. I drag myself out from under him and she’s slapping my gun back into my palm. She’s already booking it towards Sam.

She runs full force at the wolf that has Sam by the hair, tackles it to the ground. Sam practically screams as a big chunk of his hair goes with them. I pop off two shots into one that was too invested in watching to notice me. Sam stumbles over to where she’s wrestling with the apparent leader. Sam kicks him square in his ribs and drags him off of her. My ears are ringing as I watch her stand, only vaguely aware that Sam is wailing on the guy instead of just ending him.

She barks something and Sam and the wolf freeze.

Everything stops and she whips her head over her shoulder and nods at me. I never was the smart one. Finally, I shoot, realizing too late she was giving me an opening.

Sam’s heaving and I’m dizzy, but she’s smirking like the cat that got the cream.

Sam looks at me and back at her and turns towards the car. What the fuck?

“You good?” I ask, seeing her more than favor her scratched up leg now.

“I will be.” She doesn’t look me in the eye. I swallow back all the things that are trying to escape.

Reader

I feel dumb having Dean follow me back to my room. But there is also no way I can stitch my own leg up, not entirely. Sam said he wasn’t going to baby me and boy, he wasn’t lying. After I got the patch of his scalp to stop bleeding, he wouldn't even look at me.

Fine, I shouldn't care he's so closed off. But fuck, I do. Dean's cagey, hasn't stopped moving or checking on us since we weighted and dumped the bodies.

"I'll get some sleep shorts on, give me a minute?" I ask, pawing through my bag as Dean takes in the elaborate decorating job at this fine two star establishment.

"Sure, yeah. Don't need to cut the jeans off ya or anything."

"Shit! I left my first aid kit in the truck, there's some fishing line if you think we'll need it." Dean nods and heads back outside. I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head of his alpha worry. The amount of uncomfortableness between us is stifling.

It's odd how suddenly alone I feel while I quickly change out of my ruined jeans. Like he is supposed to be there. Or maybe I just miss my time with Sam already and all this time with alphas unsuppressed has my body telling my head hormonal lies. Like maybe I’m not better off on my own.

Dean returns and I lay face down on the bed. I shiver against the early morning air that follows him in. I shift, letting him see the extent of the wolf’s claws for the first time. He lets out a low whistle. I know it’s bad, but having another hunter agree makes me that much more anxious.

“Here.” Dean hands me the bottle of acetaminophen I keep with my medical supplies. “Want anything to chase it with?”

I shake my head and swallow the pills dry. My liver doesn’t need a challenge at the moment.

He speaks before he touches me, straight and to the point, and yet impossibly soothing. “Alright, slugger, try and stay still for me, alright?”

I flinch as he drags the alcohol wipe down the length of my calf. He blows a cool jet of air over the mangled flesh, my heart thuds in my ears at the intimacy. Thank God he can’t see my face. It’s sweet and somehow sexy all at once.

“You’re lucky he didn’t get your Achilles’, some of these are pretty deep,” Dean pinches my skin together and starts stitching, he threaded the needle without me even noticing. “You know, me and Sam usually just pour some liquor on it and use floss. This is quite the efficient little kit you got here.”

“Floss?! Are you serious? What, you wanna keep your wounds minty fresh?” I laugh at their idiocy, but he snags on an out stroke and I have to fight from chewing him out.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, the apology rolling off of him. I glance over my shoulder to see him watching me, dark and concerned in the crappy light.

“‘Sokay. Just keep going,” I plead, breathing deep through my nose. Dean continues in silence. I count the stitches in attempt to distract myself from the pain and the increasing frustration that Sam isn’t here for me to hold on to. I internally kick myself for thinking of him as a comfort. I close my eyes and breathe through it. Dean’s both quick and careful and before I pass out, he asks me to flip over so he can finish wrapping me up in an ace bandage.

“You’re all set,” Dean pinches my other knee reassuringly. He slowly meets my gaze, and I get a little lost in the way his eyes shift with the light.

“Thanks, I would have butchered them if I tried to do it myself.” I’m repeating myself, but I needed to say something.

“No problem. You saved our asses out there, least I could do.” Dean tucks away the supplies one by one. “Anything else need fixing?”

I cock my head in confusion.

Dean gestures to my throat and chest. “Those are all old news? They seem--- consensual, just checking you didn’t get any other type of bite tonight.”

My hand slides to my neck defensively, of course, all of Sam’s hickeys and nips are on display now that I lost my jacket and thermal. “I’m good.”

Dean nods and looks at what he’s doing. “I know it was Sam, Y/N. You don’t have to hide anything from me. I knew before we even ran into you tonight.”

“You knew,” I say disbelievingly. “Then why did Sam leave all of the sudden? If you knew he was with me, why’d he have to leave me alone to sleep off the rest of my heat?”

“Your heat. Sam was---- helping with your heats?” Dean scented the air, eyes narrowing at the visible frustration in your voice and the silent pain on the air.

“Look, I know I shouldn’t have hid for so long, but being an omega fucking sucks. And when Sam found me and asked me to help with his rut, I caved, then it just sort of kept happening,” I explain, hugging my knees.

“His rut. Sam doesn’t have ruts. Either he lied to you or you’re both trying to make me insane,” Dean snaps.

“He said the same thing. Hadn’t had one in years. I don’t know what to tell you, but I’ve been through it with him, once totally in control and once where we synced. So not the best judge of things, but if that wasn’t a rut, I don’t want to know what a rut is.”

Dean inhales sharply and the whole room shifts. “Did he--- did my brother hurt you?”

I pause because I know what he’s asking and it’s not like he thinks, but at the same time I can’t look Dean in the face and lie. “Noooooo.”

“Some of those had to hurt, I can fucking see teeth marks in places. And not the places I should see ‘em, if you know what I mean.” Dean sits on the other bed, rests his elbows on his knees.

I shake my head and look away, embarrassed and sad in the sudden reminder that I wasn’t claimable. That whatever Sam and I are, we’re not THAT. I whisper thickly, “it’s not like that. We’re not---- together.”

“And yet, you’re synched,” Dean deadpans. “Look, I’m the last guy to give relationship advice. But you deserve better.”

I look him dead in the eye. How dare he?! “It beats sweating and crying my way through every heat alone in the woods. Ten years, I was hiding what I am. Now, at least, I don’t have to suffer by myself.”

“Tell me being with him and not being his isn’t torture. Cuz I can see it on your face. You want the whole nine, but Sam’s only good to you for the few days a month you need him, isn’t he?”

“What does it matter?! We’re hunters, none of us get real families. That’s for the people we save.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I think you deserve a chance at it. You’re still young.”

“So is Sam. Hell, so are you, Dean!”

He softens at my words, he shakes his head and bites his lips. “I’ve got the closest I’ll ever get. And it’s not ideal, but we both know where we stand.”

“What’s not ideal about that?” I huff, jealous vitriol heavy on my tongue. Cautiously Dean drags himself on to the bed beside me, watching as I pout. Something about his proximity makes me feel exposed, yet safe at the same time. “You ever get sick of watching other people? Watching all the happy families or what’s left of them wave us off? Knowing you were made for that kind of life, but never get to have it?”

Dean hums and pulls me to his chest, tucks me under his chin and squeezes me tight. His scent floods my system and I relax under the steady beat of his heart. He’s leather and motor oil and fresh laundry, while Sam is wilder, musk and earth with a hint of sage. I’d know them blind. So when Dean’s lips find my temple, I try not to let my body respond. But as his hot breath trails down to my ear, I can’t stop myself from turning to face him.

His eyes are clouded and his mouth is open, his fat bottom lip is pink and plump and I shouldn’t be thinking about the way that mouth soothed my aching skin as he blew along my wound. I’m in a fog of maybe when I nuzzle against the side of Dean’s face, docile and waiting. He kisses me first, but I take it deeper, holding his face to mine as I twist to get onto his lap. His strong arms wrap around me and I moan into his open mouth.

“I need you so bad,” he admits, almost sheepishly. “Wanted you for years. And then you had to go off with Sammy----”

“I didn’t know,” I beg forgiveness, suck his tongue into my mouth and stroke it with my own.

“Well, that makes two of us,” Dean half laughs as I drag his shirts over his head. I instantly scent him, lapping at his thick muscles as I go. He lifts my chin and maneuvers me away from him, eyes staring into me like none other. “Tell me you want this. Because I swear, if you let me, I’ll make you forget everything my brother’s ever done.”

I can’t hide my surprise at his words, but he feels so good underneath me. Something between us tells me that Dean wouldn’t ever hurt me. Not like Sam does without even noticing. And that’s not even counting the way Sam manhandles me.

“Somebody’s a little competitive, I see.” I purr in his ear, running my hands over the hills of his biceps.

Dean stills and swears against my forehead. “I just don’t like to see you hurt. Not when I can help it.”

I rock against him, and kiss him more with my teeth than my lips. Tongues and gasping breaths get us going. The hot, flush press of his chest against me, keeps us climbing. I feel my slick start to soak my panties as Dean slides a calloused hand up my bare thigh. God, he’s so gentle I could scream.

In a blur he spins us, dropping me onto my back in the center of the bed. He stands decidedly and starts to undo his belt. I watch transfixed, knowing the rest of him is just as gorgeous as what I have seen and felt so far. He stops just as he’s about to drop everything, bent over he smirks at me. “You enjoying the show? Because I’m kinda waiting for one myself.”

I blink suddenly, clearing my head as I start to take off my own clothes. Nearly missing the immaculate curve of Dean’s ass as I lose my tank top. Dean has to sit to get his boots off, but soon enough I’m naked and back in his lap. Drunk on the way his smooth skin feels against every inch of mine.

I rub against him shamelessly as he starts in on my tits. His lips are so decadent and his tongue is divine. He cradles each of my breasts, weighs and measures them. It seems he finds them equally worthy of his worship. I squirm and shake as he starts to take me apart. Dean watches my face as I continue to grind, covering his length with my desire. It’s like I am some kind of mystery and he can do nothing else until he’s solved it.

He just needs more clues. He releases my nipple with an obscene pop, his spit instantly cooling on my skin. My nerves are a live wire. I need him to keep touching me to stop me from overloading. And graciously, he does. He snakes a hand behind my head and kisses me, slow and sternly. Like a promise.

He pulls away. “As much as I like seeing you ride me, I’m not gonna let you do that right away. Can you lay down for me, honey? There’s somethings I need to see to first.”

I whine petulantly, throwing my head back in exasperation.

“Please?” He asks so earnestly. God, if he wasn’t so damn pretty.

“Fine! But remember, paybacks are a bitch, mister,” I try and warn before flopping sidewise and climbing up to the pillows. Dean gives me another whistle, but this one tells me something else entirely. I arch my back and present for the briefest moment, before slinking onto the sheets. Devilish and coy, I cross my legs, waiting for him to make his next move.

“You sure about this? Sam’s probably not gonna want to share,” Dean double checks.

“And you? Do you share?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Only if you’re into that sort of thing,” Dean admits, leaning onto his hands as he slowly slides over me. Wonders never cease.

“Listen, I’ve just gotten used to the whole being knotted thing, I don’t think I’m ready for two quite yet,” I explain as I settle beneath his amused gaze. “Nor do I want to think about your brother right now. I thought I was supposed to be forgetting anyway?”

Dean hangs his head and nearly giggles. “Yeah, well, I was getting there.”

“Right,” I tease. And he kisses me quick, probably just to keep me quiet as he wrenches my legs apart.

He looks me over, west to east and north to south, before glancing up at me through his unfairly thick eyelashes. “Fucking beautiful,” he practically cheers as he falls face first onto my cunt. He starts slowly, like he is cleaning me up just to spread me open and gets dirty all over again. Then he starts sucking and nipping, fingers brushing against my entrance and my ass, tantalizing and shallow. I’m already fisting the sheets when he slides two thick fingers into me and nudges around until he finds the trigger. He pulls my clit into his mouth and holds it there, swollen and ruddy, I writhe from it all.

“Easy, now,” Dean purrs. “Just getting started.”

Ass.

Every inch of me is trembling with want and he just keeps taking his time. His voice vibrates through me and the rope of pleasure he’s drawing out of me keeps tightening. I come like a wave cresting the shore, deep and satisfying and gone too soon. Dean finger fucks me through it as I spew obscenities at the ceiling. He’s enjoying himself too much down there, chuckling as he tries to start over.

“Come on, you’ve got more in you than that,” he challenges. I whimper as his tongue takes wide strokes up my pussy. His pinky finds my ass and I moan at the stretch.

“Alpha---” I try to be stern, but end up begging. “Baby, please? I need you, I need your knot.”

“You sure? Because I gotta say, I kinda like it down here.” Dean watches me as he groans over the taste of my slick. It’s the filthiest compliment I’ve ever received and a fresh pool of it rewards him for it. But I’m so empty, even shaking around his fingers I still need more. I need Dean.

Finally, he gives in.

Dean

I ease inside her and everything else disappears: sight, sound, gravity and the rest of my upstairs brain. Her scorching heat holds me tight, and I just have to kiss her again, thank her properly. She giggles and I feel like the luckiest idiot that I get to hear her like this, get to feel her, watch her as she settles beneath me. She’s a fucking sight, her legs wrap around me, nudge me impossibly deeper. And I remind myself to breathe. Can’t tap out yet.

She whines my name. And it’s my turn to laugh. I shuffle us in, arms tight to her sides, boobs nice and inviting against me. I nip at her jaw, and just like that she gives me the entire length of her neck, smooth and unblemished. I push in, feel her shiver under each pull of my lips. I want to take my time here too, tease her until she’s begging again. But she’s clenching around my dick, causing my vision to starburst.

“Move,” she groans, grinding against me.

I blow a single stream over her collar bone until I’m lightheaded. Letting myself lean into her, too dizzy to care she’s changed my orbit. I slide out, watching her and daring her to complain. I’m just doing what she told me to. Her nails find the back of my neck, chastising.

I suck on her tits, stay notched barely inside her, so fucking hard, but still as can be. She moans and slips her hands through my hair. I’m so high I might be purring. It’s some mushy sunshine shit, but God, I ain’t stopping. I tongue a nipple lazily, taking in the point of her chin as she arches both away and into me.

I slam into her, move us a few inches up the bed and see her eyes fly wide. It’s go time. Alpha up. With her legs locked around my waist, I kneel. Her ass is off the bed and I start us off, slow and driving. She’s warm apple pie and a limited edition live recording all at once, comfort and revelation, indulgence and a precipice. I hope she feels it too. I kiss her quick, need her closer, however briefly. I drop back to my hands, planking, I roll my hips, dragging up along that front wall, hoping to catch where she needs me. I see her eyes flutter and I can’t stop from grinning. Bullseye.

I do it again, once, twice, until her wounded leg locks straight and she’s working against herself. I ease back, just far enough to get a hand between us, thumb her clit like I would the back of her hand, gentle swirls until she's bucking up and cursing at me. Fuck, that’s even better than the last one. I hum as she gasps through it, keep myself as deep and steady as I can.

If my knot wasn’t burning between us, I’d think I’d already come. It’s that good. I lean down and nuzzle her nose, give her my breath and take hers instead. I speed up, my balls smack her ass obscenely. But I hold her close. I taste her on her own lips. She keeps me drugged on it through repeated contact. I take the hits while I can. Lick into her mouth to stop her from squealing as my knot pops, sending her over the final ledge. She howls and then impossibly, I taste blood. I open my eyes, before I realize what the blood means she’s singing my name, my title, the melody of the universe.

I tongue the wound, seal it with a kiss, by spit and sinew we’re joined. I feel her inside my head, my heart marches beside hers, the rhythms slowing as we both come down. I watch her for signs of panic, of regret, or rage. But she’s all easy smiles and soothing fingertips. I kiss her to get a break from all the love I feel in her eyes. It’s too much. And I’m nothing if not unworthy. But her touch tells me otherwise. Her body anchors me, supports me, rebuilds me, bone by bone until we both understand and accept the bond.

“Is it---,” I start.

“It is,” she reassures. “We are, now.”

Ever so carefully, we roll, she drapes herself over my torso as we wait out our biological lock. I breathe her in, her scent has changed, hints of me already apparent.

Suddenly Sam’s face floods my mind, knowing what I’ve done to my brother, I retreat further into my own head as I lay with her tucked under my chin. It isn’t until I’m pulling out from her swollen, cum soaked depths that I remember Lisa’s name. I fall onto my stomach, hide my face in a pillow and wait for the inevitable guilt to find me. It doesn’t. Instead, she nips at my nape and I curl onto my side, let her be the big spoon and fall asleep clutching her hand over my heart. Both sated and clearly insane.

Soulless Sam

I’m sitting in the parking lot in my car, just waiting for them to wake up. I knew this would happen, could see the way she wanted him. I’m not angry, not exactly. But something is making my stomach roll. I jacked off sometime after four, scenting the pair panties I’d stolen during her last heat. Knowing she was taking my brother’s cock all the while. Even coming all over her strappy blue lace didn’t help.

I wasn’t going to get her into bed again. Not now. Now that Dean had stepped in. It wasn’t jealousy, but closer to annoyance. Like he’d touched my things without permission. But I knew she wasn’t mine, not really. Maybe I just have a headache. Sometimes I miss sleep.

They stagger out at quarter after nine. It must have been a good time, Dean doesn’t usually lie in with a one night stand. But by the sheepish looks on their faces, I know they are hiding something. I remember why Dean went with her in the first place and try to be conversational. “Your leg seems better.”

She shifts from foot to foot, hand on the back of her neck like she’s holding herself up. “Yeah, not too bad after all, I guess.”

“Listen, Sam,” Dean tries to steal my attention, but I can hear her heart beating faster by the second.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her, sensing her fear, checking for danger.

“Nothing, really,” Dean answers. “It’s just circumstances have changed. And we didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did and we need you to know---”

“You guys fucked. What did you think was going to happen when you went to her motel room? Light as a feather, stiff as a board? Dude, it’s fine. She can do what she wants.”

“She is right here!” She cuts in. “And that’s not what he means.”

“Oh, you guys are like a thing now?” I look to my brother and he’s rolling his eyes. “Does that mean she’s hunting with us forever?”

“What?! No! I don’t know!” Dean flipflops.

“Sam, we’re not just a thing. Dean and I,” she looks at Dean like he’s something amazing. And all I want to do is leave. This is taking forever.

“I claimed her, Sam. We’re bonded. So, yeah, she’s coming with us. As long as she wants to, I mean,” Dean adds the last bit in a rush.

“I see.” I’m not supposed to call him an idiot to his face, I’m pretty sure that is not a safe course of action. “Okay. Breakfast?”

Food is always a good change of topic with Dean. Finally, we leave.

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Chapter 3: Death, Sex, Rebirth

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* This could be worse, you remind yourself as you feed your deer

* Much, much worse

* “How much am I supposed to give them?” The tall, ebony colored man says from beside you, his bright red eyes seem to glow under the pale moonlight

* “Um.. for that one, you can feed it as much kale as you want, but be careful James, he’s kinda insatiable. He’ll eat your clothes if you give him the chance”

* James nods, tearing the kale in careful ribbons.

* He smiles when the deer eats right out of his palm.

* You’re not going to lie, you were 100% surprised when the blond turned out to be Laurent and the black guy was James

* You were even more surprised when he asked if he could help you feed your animals

* You watch him smile as he gives the deer a gentle pat, feeding it more kale

* Yeah, you’re having a hard time believing the teddy bear in front of you is some psychopath tracker

* The story went that while you and Edward were out, the coven decided to play some baseball up in the mountains, and the sound caught their attention as they were passing through

* Apparently this was a fast friends situation, because Carlisle and Laurent have been reminiscing about their geezer pre-colonialism days

* You look to the house, you can see Edward’s inside from the window, his eyes meet yours and he gives you a small smile

* Well that seems hopeful

* “I used to take animals before I turned” James’s deep voice calls you back to the situation at hand

* “Oh were you a farm hand?” You’re peeling an orange, which Henrietta the third is already licking at impatiently

* “Um, not quite, I was a slave”

* You stop peeling the orange

* James tells you his story- he was a third generation slave, fathered from the master, his mother passed away shortly after his birth

* “I was lucky- in a sense, the master -my father- he was a superstitious man, and my mother- she had a reputation”

* His mother was a slave in name only, was what he told you. She was more of a mistress or a concubine.

* “At least that’s what they said, Though I’m not sure how much of that is true, I’m fairly certain she didn’t enjoy being with him. She was just trying to survive”

* His mother had been ostracized, even amongst others like them, but not because of her social position in the household

* “They thought she was a witch,” he admitted. “Bad things happened to people who wronged her, and good things happened to those who helped her”

* That sounds like Alec and Jane

* “When she was on her death bed, she laid a “curse” on the owner of the plantation, that if I wasn’t taken care of she would haunt him and bring misfortune on the entire family for several generations”

* And so, James became the unfavorable third son of the Pickett family.

* “I had many opportunities from her sacrifice, I learned to read and write, but I was more or less shunned from the house- both by my family and by the other slaves”

* It was lonely, almost painful.

* “But there was one thing, a ray of light-“ his eyes flit towards the window, and you follow his gaze to the red haired woman in the green chair

* “Victoria, she was my eldest brothers fiancé”

* The youngest daughter of the wealthiest man in town, from the outside she was a blossoming socialite

* The most beautiful girl in town

* But behind closed doors...

* Victoria was the product of an affair, a mistresses child, reluctantly brought into the household when her mother passed

* “She had big dreams, she loved to read, she yearned to study, to educate herself, to use her mind”

* And so, two lost souls found each other

* “Our family would never have allowed it. So we decided to run away together” he smiles, but it’s bitter.

* They claimed he had abducted her, perhaps to save face, and sent slave catchers to find them.

* “I’m not quite sure what happened-I remember being shot and telling Victoria to go in without me- all I ever wanted was for her to be happy.”

* This is heartbreaking

* “When I woke up, Laurent was there, and my throat burned”

* So Laurent had been with them for all that time, he was their creator

* “Afterwards the three of us worked in ‘the underground railroad’ helping slaves to the north where they could be free”

* “I’m thankful to him, for saving us, we wouldn’t have been able to be in a world where we could be together if it weren’t for him-“

* “But you wonder what the trade off is” you finish and he nods

* No longer human

* Purpose only lasts so long in this life, after all human life only has meaning because you know one day it will end

* “I found a penchant for tracking, it turns out what they said about my mother might have held some truth”

* James calls it “extreme luck”, there’s no other word for his gift.

* If he’s looking for something - or someone- it’ll inevitably find him through pure luck. Like the world bends to his will

* But it only works with finding things

* “These days we work as bounty hunters, and we only feed from people beyond redemption”

* Murder and rapists it sounds like

* “I didn’t know there was another way”

* “That’s understandable, I didn’t know either until I met Carlisle” he looks at you with kind eyes, and so with a deep breath you tell him your story

* About the Volturi, your parents, Alec and Jane-

* “I think you would like them, they’re a little off putting at first, but they warm up pretty fast”

* “Like cats” he says

* “Like cats” you agree

* You tell him about meeting Carlisle, how he saved you,

* how Eleazer gave you a home and a family,

* and about Edward, who gave you a chance to live

* Not just to survive, but to truly live

* “We’re not so different you and I” James says with a smile, and you mirror his expression

* “No we aren’t”

* Though of course you wouldn’t compare the relatively privileged life you had to his

* But the loneliness you both experienced is not all that different

* The tie that binds you all

* And then you do something you’ve never done before

* “You know, I don’t belong to this coven, not really” it’s the first time you’ve admitted it to anyone

* “Oh?”

* “My coven is in Denali, they have a permanent settlement there, and they follow the er... same alternative lifestyle”

* He laughs

* “I’m sure they would love two or three more, we’ve got like thirteen spare rooms in that house”

* You still remember the antiquated scooby Doo mansion-esque hallways filled with armor and swords

* He looks at you for a long time, but it doesn’t make you uncomfortable

* “I won’t follow another leader”

* You nod, that’s understandable.

* Laurent created them, and it seems he’s happy with their current lifestyle, they won’t betray him

* “Not unless it’s you”

* ........

* What?!?!

* “M-me?” You sputter, your orange peel filled hand clutching your chest

* “Why would you want to follow me? I’m only nineteen years old- I don’t even have a high school degree yet!”

* He laughs at your panicked expression

* “You know that doesn’t matter to our kind,” his eyes twinkle as he looks at you.

* “Call it witchcraft if you like, but you’re going to accomplish great things, I can feel it deep in my bones”

* Garrett had said the same thing, but the way James says it-

* You really believe it.

* He doesn’t want anything from you you, not a kiss or a date-

* He just wants to be your friend, to be apart of your vision

* Whatever it may be

* “Here’s my card-“

* He holds out his business card to you, unlike Garett’s it’s a cheap cardboard white with his profession and number on the front

* “If you ever find yourself in need of someone to help with your animals, let me know”

* You nod, taking his card in your hands

* “Um there’s one more thing I could use your help with-“

* He points to the large window, right at Alice

* “I know that girl but she doesn’t seem to know me.”

* “Well how does that work”

* He tells you how many years ago, a woman was looking for her sister.

* “It was a bit of a Cinderella story”

* The woman’s father had remarried quickly after his wife’s death, and the step mother had sent his children away. The younger sibling, his client, was lucky and was sent to a relative.

* But the older, who had suspected something amiss had happened to her mother, was sent to a mental asylum

* “You know me, I find things, it’s my gift.”

* But when he found the girl, she was no longer human. Already turned.

* “I tried to approach her, but she didn’t seem to remember anything”

* “Alice doesn’t have any of her memories from before she turned, she woke up in the woods all alone”

* The only thing guiding her were her visions.

* James nods solemnly

* “Should I...should I tell her?”

* You look to Alice.

* She’s smiling at something Victoria said.

* How many nights has she spent wondering who she really was, feeling so happy she had a family and a partner, but wondering if she left someone behind

* How would she feel when she found out?

* “I think you should tell her.”

* If it was you, even if it hurt, you would want to know

* James nods

* “Okay”

* You walk inside together, and immediately look to Edward

* Your own personal vampire lie detector

* “He did lie about one thing-“ Edward tells you once James pulls Alice aside.

* Was he actually tracking Alice to hunt her?

* Your heart drops at the thought

* “His mother didn’t die from natural causes, she committed suicide because she knew it would secure his future” Edward tells you with a somber expression.

* “He just didn’t want you to feel bad”

* You smile and nod.

* What a strong person, you can’t even imagine

* Edward pulls you into his arms, placing a soft kiss in your hair

* You feel bitter sweet about the whole thing

* Especially as you watch them leave in the morning, right before you’re going to head off to school

* Jasper is holding Alice who seems vulnerable, but relieved

* They’re leaving so soon, you didn’t even get a chance to get to talk to Victoria or Laurent

* You watch James stand next to Victoria, they’re talking to Carlisle.

* They’re not even touching, but you can feel the intimacy radiate off of them

* You wonder if maybe you and Edward might get to be that close one day

* James meets your gaze and smiles

* “I’ll see you around sometime leader!” He calls out, earning confused looks from your coven and his

* You smile back and give him a nod

* You’re still not sure what your future holds

* But you know you wouldn’t have gotten this far if it weren’t for the kindness of others

* You want to make them proud

* And then in a gust of wind, he’s gone

* They all are

* “See, I didn’t commit murder or anything, I told you things were different” Edward says with a teasing smile

* You roll your eyes and lightly shove him while he just laughs

* He’s right though, that was different

* “Enough flirting kids, you’re going to be late for school, and I really don’t want to deal with that dick in the front office acting all high and mighty because they think I can’t control my children” Esme yells

* School?

* Oh sh*t you didn’t do your homework

* “Edward-“

* “I’ll drive and tell you the answers on the way there” he says catching the keys you toss to him

* “It’s the-“

* “The Trig homework, I know. It’s your worst subject”

* Well you do struggle with trig quite a bit

* “Though to be fair you’re pretty terrible at all of them”

* He barks laughing when you shove him before getting into the car through the passenger side

* Carlisle and Esme watch you from the doorstep

* “They’re so good together-“ Esme starts

* “I know, I never thought our Edward would look at anyone like that”

* Carlisle and Esme exchange a look

* Before you came around-

* Well it wasn’t bad, but he certainly didn’t look like that.

* And he never smiled like that either

* Immortality had hardened him, made him into a man

* But with you-

* Well, with you he looks just like a boy

* A boy in love for the first time

* “I wonder what kind of children they might have had” Esme wonders with a small grin

* Him, with his ability to read minds, and you with that positively monstrous power of yours

* Any number of possibilities is possible

* “Best not to think of such things” Carlisle murmurs

* Though you two may be together for eternity, with the endless options, you’ll never have that.

* Esme nods

* “I’m late to get to the hospital, surgery this morning” he mumbles kissing her on the cheek before walking to the car

* She watches him go, his sleek white Volvo disappearing down the road before looking up to the sky

* “What a shame, I would have liked a cute grandchild or two running around” she mumbles to herself before turning to go inside

* “Entertaining always leaves me exhausted, guess I’ll give my employees the day off”

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You’re Safe (Platonic!Daryl Dixon x Platonic!Reader)

Anon Request: hi! If you’re not super busy, can you do a platonic twd imagine where the reader (15/16yo) is living alone in the woods and often sneaks into Alexandria to steal supplies, one day she gets caught and rick and the others take her in?

Anon Request: I’m not who requested reader sneaking into Alexandria but I'm excited for it! If you’re still taking requests I’m a sucker for anything father figure Daryl or the group taking in the reader, I just think that relationship is so cute and wholesome to read.

A/N: I am going to combine these two requests into one as they both follow the same narrative if that's alright.

Warnings: mention of rape

Walking. Walking is all that you do. Ever since your parents died a year ago, you kept on walking in hopes to find something or someone to rely on for a while and not yourself. So when you first came across Alexandria, you were skeptical. It looked too nice and too pristine for being in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.

Walking around the outskirts of the town, you looked at the fences for any weak points in which you could exploit and possibly take some food or supplies. You had decided to wait for night to take over before nudging a small enough space to wiggle your small body into. You cautiously looked around the town, scoping out where most people would go for food and weapons. After noticing them going into a townhouse, you ran along the railing and hid below the staircase while the members of the community walked down the steps.

After waiting a couple of more minutes, you peered out from below the steps to look around. Once noticing it was clear, you crawled out and into the open air before tiptoeing up the steps and entering the building. Looking around, your eyes widened when you noticed all of the guns and ammo, and even more important all of the food. Searching through the rows of food, you started to shove cans of everything into your bag, making sure to take just enough to keep you going and hopefully enough that no one will notice anything missing.

You went every week like clockwork, always making sure that no one was around when you sneaked into the cabinets and out of the community, however, today you weren’t so lucky. You made your way to the small opening you had created a while ago and peered through the hole to make sure no one was around. Laying on your stomach, you began to crawl underneath the metal to the other side only to be stopped when you felt the barrel of a gun pressed against your forehead.

“Get up,” a young masculine voice spoke as you looked up. Standing above you was a boy around your age wearing a hat and sporting an eye patch. He had his gun trained on your forehead as you raised your hands up. Putting away the gun back in its holster, the boy grabbed your arms and tied some rope around your wrists.

“I don’t mean no harm. Let me go,” you begged as he scoffed and glared at you before shoving you toward the street and leading you to a house. Guiding you up the steps, he opened the door before shoving you in, causing you to stumble across the door frame and into a room of many people, all eyeing you.

“Found the person who’s been sneaking in,” the boy spoke as a man with a beard and curly hair walked toward the two of you.

“Carl, I told you not to go out at night,” the man spoke as the boy behind you stood still but lowered his head.

“I know, I just wanted to know who was stealing the food,” he replied to whom you assumed was his father the way the two stood in front of each other. The man sighed before turning his attention to you.

“Who are you and why have you been stealing our supplies?”

“I’m nobody. I need food, which is not easy to come by out there,” you spoke in an aggressive tone, asserting the fact that you weren’t intimidated by the group.

“Who are you?”

“What? Are you guys with the Saviors? Do you want me to say ‘I’m Negan’? Not gonna happen,” you spat out as the man standing in front of you as well as the rest of the group looked at you in surprise.

“With the Saviors? We’re in a war with them.” Carl spoke as you whipped your head around to him and raised an eyebrow.

“You know Negan?” Another man with shaggy hair asked, eyeing you with slight pity, trying to imagine why a teen would know Negan and his group.

“Know Negan? That bastard? His men raped my mom in front of my dad and then killed the both of them in front of me. He just sat and watched,” you whispered, trying to suppress your emotions as the group looked at you sympathetically, “look, I’m sorry I stole from you guys. I really am. Can you guys just let me go, I won’t come back.” You spoke as the man with the beard looked at the guy with shaggy hair.

“What if you stayed here?” He asked gently while the other man untied the knot around your wrists, freeing you.

“That’s awfully generous, but I don’t know you guys. You could be with them,” you stated as the man with the beard looked at his son who shrugged his shoulders.

“We’re not with them. You’re welcome to stay with us,” the man stated as you looked around the room skeptically and made eye contact with the guy who had shaggy hair who simply nodded at you, giving you reassurance despite you still not knowing who he was.

“I don’t know you guys.”

“I’m Rick Grimes. You already met Carl, my son. This is Daryl,” he motioned to the man who had shaggy hair and who had nodded at you, “this is Aaron, Rosita, Tara, and Michonne,” he finished after pointing everyone out that was in the room, “what’s your name?” He asked softly as you looked down at your dirtied pants that were dotted with blood stains and mud.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you replied, looking up at Rick who gave a small smile and nodded.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here,” he offered as Daryl stepped forward. “She can stay with me, I have extra room,” Daryl stated, shocking the group.

“Why don’t we get you settled in. Get you a shower,” Michonne mentioned, causing your head to shoot up.

“You guys have showers here?” The group chuckled and smiled, nodding their heads as you looked to Rick.

“I might stay after all.”

It had been two months since you had moved into Alexandria. You and Daryl had gotten close, him taking a more fatherly approach to you, knowing what it’s like loosing family. You walked by his side in silence as the two of you wondered around the forest, hunting for some food, a past time that you have taken up recently.

“You know, my first boyfriend hunted. Though it was more for sport,” you reminisced, frowning at the thought of killing all of those ducks for game and not meals.

“You’re what? 16? Ya had a boyfriend?” He asked in confusion as your lips curled into a small smile, keeping the bow in your hand taut.

“Yeah, the only one though, kinda hard to keep a relationship when he’s a walker,” you chuckled bitterly as Daryl quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Ya happy ‘bout that or sum’?” He asked, sweeping over the trees and trying to find squirrels.

“Yeah, just because he was a boyfriend, don’t mean he was a good one. Glad he got bit.”

“Damn girl, remind me not to get on ya bad side.”

“Dully noted,” you whispered, taking aim at the tree, releasing your arrow and stabbing a squirrel.

“You’re getting better.”

“You taught me,” you replied as his lips turned up in a slight smile and shook it off.

“It ain’t nothin’,” he muttered as you rolled your eyes.

“Daryl, you’re the closest thing that I have to a father now, if you haven’t taken me under your wing, I don't know what I would have done.”

“Rick woulda taken ya in.”

“Yeah, I know, but he already has Carl and Judith to take care of, it wouldn’t make sense to add another person to that mix,” you spoke, not noticing how he stood still and fell behind you.

“Would ya rather of had him take ya in?” Daryl asked through clenched teeth, trying to not let the hurt show.

“Of course not, I already told you. You’re the closest thing I have to a father and I owe my life to you for taking me in,” you responded, turning around and hugging him around his waist, waiting for him to hesitantly wrap his arms back around you.

“You’re welcome.”

A/N: This was so longgggggg. Hope you guys enjoy!

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kylosgenesis · 4 years ago

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Teardrops on Fire

Synopsis:

Steve Rogers is the last Alpha of the an almost extinct Lycan pack. With only less than 100 members left. Steve must produce an heir to ensure the species survival and reduce the chance of attacks from others. Omegas are rare, and betas have a hard time producing children. Steves reality is finally setting in as his obligation of producing an heir faces a major set back.

Reader is the last suitable omega to mate with Steve, due to the fear of her daughters fate in the pack, her mother kept her hidden from the pack after her own exile. Only her mother, and Bucky's family know of her existence. Bucky is Steve's right hand man, and the packs best warrior! He and the reader developed a friendship and bond over the years, but age forced them to become distant.

What happens when she presents and her first heat cycle comes? Her body is in excruciating pain and a strong fever quickly overcomes her body. Facing the fear of her daughters possible death, her mom calls on the only person who can save her at this point, Alpha Steve! Bucky and the alphas friendship will be tested. The reader will be faced with her love for Bucky or her duty to the pack.

warnings: quick mentions of minor character deaths, A/B/O dynamics

Chapter 1: No longer children

The nights in the outskirts were loud, filled with crickets, and nature! The smell of the woods is all she'd ever known, her mom was exiled from the pack when she was pregnant with her, but only a select few knew of her existence. Those who did, protected her mom out of respect. She was kind and strong, she brought her daughter up on her own in a harsh, and desolate part of the woods. Still within pack territory, but at least an hour journey on car. Following the waterfall all the way to the bottom creek where the water came to a halt, and the cascade fell into a peaceful flow, That’s where she called home. There was only just an abandoned hunting cabin back then, but her mom rebuilt it with bloodshed, and tears. For a long time she managed on her own!

Winnifred Barnes was a kind woman, the only other person she'd ever known, Winnifred was a beta from the same village her mother came from. Every so often she would sneak out of the village, and travel down unto the creek with supplies, and fresh bread to deliver to them. She barely saw her, but her favorite memories involved her. She had a son, his name Was James, but he hated being called James. He went by Bucky.

~15 years ago~

“Here fishy fishy, I’m a friend” she'd had taken out a fish trap to the creek and spent the entirety of the morning watching fish just swim by her feet as they neatly avoided the trap she'd set up “ fishy, fishy please come “ she'd sighed in frustration! Whenever her mom came to the river, she made it look so effortless. She would just sing, and it was like animals wanted to be surrounded by her presence! It never took long for them to catch dinner and return home. “ Maybe it's because you're scaring the fish away with all the talking and paddling your making!” Bucky said with a smirk!

~flashback end~

Looking back, that was her first memory of Bucky. He was older than her. Maybe 12 at the time. He didn't let that stop him from being her friend. He taught her to fish that day! She went home with three small trouts and some catfish. she was stoked to show her mom the progress she'd made! She knew her mother often worried about her. She was alone, but Bucky brought a spark of life and joy into her life, she couldn't quite comprehend.

Years went by like that! She saw Bucky almost every week! He taught her everything she knew now!

They hunted together! Fished! Started fires!

They could spend hours around the woods within their own imaginations. She'd pretend that the king of the forest had kidnapped her, and hide! Bucky would use his tracking skills to find her! He was always the knight in shining armor, and they'd be gone for hours within our own world. As she grew older, she knew his interests would one day shift!

They stopped playing like kids, his body began to change, and her body did too. She no longer imagined the trees were magical , and she was a princess! Bucky no longer was the knight to the rescue! The world started to become more real, and her childlike imagination faded! Along with her favorite memories of Bucky.

It was the day of her tenth birthday! Winnifred showed up with a delicious tart, she was so exited when she heard her voice from across the cabin, her little heart nearly burst with excitement as she raced to meet her. Her happiness faced as she noticed Bucky was not with her! He hadn't come!

He had presented an alpha! He had officially grown up and had a different mindset now, he'd have duties and would soon start his own life. His days without responsibilities were over, He had a new life and had to to help take care of a pack now!

She had cried all day that day, her mom could tell she was inconsolable! Once again she was alone! Her only friend was gone, and it was just the two of them once again! She knew Bucky wasn't dead, but as the years went on without him it was like she was dead to him!

They saw Winnifred one a month at least, sometimes Rebecca, Bucky’s younger sister was with her. As Rebecca grew she too presented! She was a beautiful beta, it didn't take long for her to find a role and love within the pack.

Two years after Bucky stopped visiting had passed, and she was once again alone! She didn't know much about the people from the village, but Rebecca painted beautiful stories with her words about her friends and the guy she wanted to be mated to.

She used to fall asleep to her stories, and would imagine what they were all like! How Bucky was doing? what if she was there? What did being in love feel like?

Secluded from the world she loved books! They were her escape into any world she could wanna be in. As she grew older hunting became less fun, and more of a necessity! Her mother was growing older and weaker, she could see the strain that household tasks did to her body. She no longer sang when she cooked, the piano she used to play sat in the corner untouched, only collecting small specks of dust. Her life, just seemed monotone to her. Wake up, live, repeat! it was like she gave up living, while still being very alive! Losing a mate would often take a physical toll on the body, as well as an emotional one. She had noticed that when her mom lost her Pa, she lost half of herself along with him! She tried to be strong, but without a bond your body starts to become frail! Winnifred said her mother used to light the whole pack with her smile and kindness! She was so beautiful there wasn't a day she didn't have fresh flowers from prospects at her door, and that was long before she presented a as a beta.

She began to take responsibility for housework, gardening, and making sure there was protein on the table. In our household nothing went to waste! We used furs for shoes and clothing, Winnifred had been kind enough to donate us her old sewing machine once she was able to afford a new one.

Coming home from the lake after a long day of fishing, she tucked her old leather boots near the door. They were a couple of seasons old and needed to be reinforced with a new leather, but they were the best she could do with the nearly approaching winter season. Tossing the bucket full of freshly caught trout on the kitchen sink. She took the scales and bones out before neatly placing the fish on the freezer. It wasn't much, but it was enough to last through the harshest part of winter season. They still had a few months to prepare, but she didn't want to be caught off guard. Hunting big game was next on the list, they'd have enough to get them safely though.

After dinner they sat down near the fire! Her mom reminisced about her friends when she was young, and her father. Specially how much she loved him! You knew he was a good man, but it was no secret he had a temper, and a hard time taking orders. It was because of him you guys were banished! Her mom never wanted to talk about what happened, or how he died! She knew it must've been something bad. Despite everything they were lucky to be allowed within pack territory. Being outside a marked territory was very dangerous, and not many could survive the cruel nomad packs that would kill, steal, and rape any wondering females outside of a protected territory.

That night as she laid in her small bed. She looked to my side to see a hoodie. It was so small now! It used to belong to Bucky. She vividly remembered him giving it to her! One day, it got too dark, too soon! The walk back to the small cabin became straining to her small body. Bucky offered his hoodie to provide an extra layer of warmth. It still smelled like him! He smelled of pine and firewood with hints of fresh morning rain, his scent was comforting! Still to this day she couldn't let go of the thought of him.

Little did she know that would be the last time she saw Bucky!

That flashback brought her comfort, and soon sleep overcame her. Waking up the next morning felt as if she'd hunted an entire season, and hadn’t rested a second. Her hips were screamed for her to stay in bed longer, head spinning, and fluttering stomach, she pushed it all aside! She rose up to get herself some water, the thought of a nice warm tea with some fruits and maybe some nuts already alleviated her body, and caused her to salivate at the thought of relief.

As she walked into the kitchen to see her mothers usually tender eyes, She saw the opposite! Her mothers tender smile and eyes had fallen! Her eyes became filled with tears as she dropped her mug. Ignoring her aching body, she ran to comfort her in a hug! She hadn't seen her mother cry often, but at this very moment she sobbed, and looked at her in disbelief! It wasn’t tears of pride, it was pain that filled her words. She knew it was coming! They had hoped when the day came, she'd present as a beta, just like her mother! Her mother was apologizing with her soft sobs and tears. She had brought an omega into the world, the implications of being an omega without status or protection meant that a bad heat could kill her! Or a wandering cruel alpha could hurt her and claim her if I wasn’t careful.

This changed everything! She was an omega!

Bucky Barnes POV:

Bucky stepped out of his pickup truck. His hair was getting too long to handle, but he hadn’t had the time to get it cut. He had been away from the pack for what felt too long. He missed his mother’s cooking and the mead that Natasha's pub brewed fresh every morning. He couldn’t wait to shower, and become one with his bed.

Steve had entrusted him with a supply run for winter. Blankets, medicine, extra food and anything that could be used to fix an electric grid in case the power went out like the last few times. The village was nowhere near desolate or old, but the decline in births and the battles against other packs had left their village vulnerable.

Steve was his best friend! he had inherited the title of the pack leader from his father. He was caring, and would do anything in his power to keep his pack safe and prevailing! Bucky was only a year older than Steve! Growing up with him was the best childhood he could ever imagine. Steve’s father wasn’t as kind as forgiving as Steve was! Steve would often fall victim to his fathers outburst. His father needed a strong healthy Alpha heir, and Steve was small and often sickly.

His dad often reminded him he would never be a leader, and he probably wouldn’t make it past his fist designation season. When his father died ten years ago, little did he know that in only one summer that boy would tower over the pack at 6’5 and had the strongest and most intimidating glare a leader could have! What made him a leader was he had the heart, he was still that scrawny little kid on the inside, but with a giant heart.

Steve had fallen into his role as an alpha so naturally. He made sure everyone was taken care of! He took care of the widows! He made sure that the sacrifices their husbands made to protect the pack wouldn’t be in vain! He’d deliver wood and food from those supply runs Bucky would often make before every winter season. Steve and him were also 2 of the 4 teachers in the village. Wanda and Sam would take turns with the students as they tended to their own families as well. But Bucky knew that Steve was in a hard position, omegas were becoming rarer and rarer. The few omegas in the pack were already mated long before Steve presented. And the few unmated betas had difficulty getting pregnant. Less than 20 kids had been worn in the last 15 years, and that worried Steve! Their pack was declining in numbers and was soon gonna become vulnerable to invasion.

Bucky was grateful that his role as Steve’s right hand man was less straining than Steve’s. He was more of a warrior than a leader. He patrolled, and defended the pack from intrusions. He was the best hunter the pack had. Steve teased him about never crossing his way when he was on a mood, but he just loved the woods. He liked the calm! It reminded him of a simpler time, a time with her! He often wondered, how she was doing?

After he presented he had to leave behind all those childhood memories, it often hurt him to think of her. She was special, and kind. She must’ve been so hurt when he stopped coming over. When his mom first made him come with her to the outskirts to visit a friend, he had been so angry at his mom for not letting him stay over at Steve’s.

Seeing her near that creek trying to lure fish in by talking to them, he knew he’d never be the same! He assumed the role of a mentor in her life. He's spent years teaching her how to hunt and fish, and the best ways to start a fire, they even competed on who could hunt the biggest game. She was a little less than half his age, but she had a fire to her. They were equal in the woods and you couldn’t tell her otherwise.

Then one night they hunted for too long! Night came, the sky opened up to rain, the temperatures dropped; he could tell she was starting to grow tired. The hair around her face became wet, and her lips were quivering. She smelled different than she usually did, It was delicious and intriguing to him! She smelled of coconut and honey, but with small delicious hints of lavender.

He couldn’t pinpoint why he was able to smell her that night, but after driving home he was met with waves of pain and rage. Like he needed to run away, and stay locked in at the same time! That night he presented as an alpha! He realized the world smelled different now and everyone had a distinct smell. But nothing or no one has yet to ever smell as good as she did that night. He was scared of himself; he was an adult alpha now.

Looking back on the memories of her, he thought she’d probably be a lot older now. She probably wouldn’t even remember him. He was not a 16 year old boy anymore he had the battle scars and beard to prove it.

After delivering the supplies around the village and finishing his patrol, he drove home! His house wasn’t fancy or big, it was enough for him to just lay down, and occasionally read or watch some tv.As he pulled up into his muddy driveway, he saw his mom's car, it wasn’t weird for him that his mom was in his house. She often came around to do some cleaning, and drop off some warm food for him when she knew he’d be back from a long day.

When he entered his home there were two scents, his moms, and a scent he hadn’t smelled in ten years. It was her mom, but what was she doing here in his house with a look of pain on her face? Winnifred motioned him to sit down! Her mother looked older, she’d grown weaker since he last saw her. She also smelled different, but it wasn’t her smell! He could scent her, her smell was mixed with her mother’s, but still ever so lovely and potent. There was something scaring him about your smell though.

As to confirm his suspicions his mom met his confused gaze, and confirmed what he already suspected from that hint of her lingering smell. Bucky could barely breath, he felt like he'd received a punch to his gut.

She’d presented!

She was an omega!

He had to let Steve know! It was his duty to let Steve know of this omega, she could save the pack. She was the first unmated and fertile omega in the pack in the last 25 years. To keep her hidden would be a crime against the pack. Steve needed her, he deserved to have this happiness.

Then why did it hurt Bucky so much to give up this Omega?

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headinthestaticsky · 3 years ago

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The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 1

Summary: It was time for Fleur Swan to become Fleur Hale/Whitlock. She has started to adjust to the lifestyle of a vegetarian vampire as well as her powers, which she seems to develop a new one once in a while. But what happens when something happens that none of the Cullens are prepared for.

"Nature will get her way Though you took her for a fool Walking on the lake Frozen under you."

Run Cried the Crawling by, Anges Obel

When Bella got home from Vegas with Edward at her side it was the most pissed off my dad had ever been at her. He knew she would throw out the "I'll move away." Card on him but he wasn't fazed by it anymore. She was married, and a adult... he couldn't stop her. It was satisfying to see dad finally stand up to her, letting go of the fear of losing her. Bella eventually developed a guilty look on her face while Edward tensed by her side. She decided that she would have her honeymoon after Jasper and I got married, since dad would know we would both be out of the house. It confused me since she would have to wait 5 months just to go on her honeymoon, it also delayed her changing into a vampire. Since they both agreed to do it on there honeymoon.

Regarding me however my eyes are still a dark red rose color, which completely puzzled the Cullens. It confused me as well...knowing that after a year of transformation my eyes should be golden by now. I had never drunken an once of human blood but, my eyes were just as red as they were when I first turned. My blood lust got a lot better and I was beginning to gain control of my powers. It turns out I am also a shape shifter in a sense... I can transform myself into anyone I wanted to be. Things seemed to have calmed down it was nice to have a moment of serenity.

I stood in my room which was now void of my items being out on display. They were instead all in boxes stacked up on top of each other. Dad helped me out earlier in the day, it was nice to spend so one-on-one time with him while I still lived here. Bella was packing up too, excited to finally leave the house and become a vampire. She wouldn't let dad help her out however and spent her time locked up in her room. Probably waiting for Edward to enter and talk with her. I just sat down on my bed looking at my surroundings when I heard Jasper enter through my window.

"I was waiting for you to show up." I said grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Mmm, hello to you too." Jasper said.

"You're not going to believe who accepted my RVSP'd to the wedding..."

"Who is it?"

"My mom, her new husband is coming with her too."

"I hope they won't cause any trouble." Jasper grumbled.

"Well... the last thing I said to her was when I moved back down here when I was 15...I told her that next time I see her would be at my wedding. I then told her that she would enjoy the the open bar and her speech for me would be her barfing all over the place. So umm... be prepared for that to happen." I explained trying to hold in a laugh at the face Jasper made.

"Damn love...you're brutal sometimes."

"Thank you... that is so sweet to say!"

"You better get down to our place... Alice and Rosalie are waiting for you so they can throw you a Bachelorette party."

"Yeah... they'll probably break the house trying to get to me." I said and then began to laugh.

"Have fun darlin." Jasper said softly.

"You too, if Emmett, Edward, and Dean got you a stripper I will murder all of them."

"Don't worry about that darlin, we're merely going out to the woods to hunt bears... maybe a few mountain lions. Besides Edward won't be there anyway"

"Oh fun...wait, Edward won't be there?"

"Yeah... it seems he still holds a grudge after I called him a boy before the battle."

"Only a boy would be offended by that." I said

"I better go love you." Jasper replied and pecked my cheek.

"Love you too." I did the same thing, pecking his cheek. He left a few seconds afterward leaving me alone. I pulled on pair of boots and ran downstairs.

"I'll see you later dad, Rose and Alice are throwing me a little party."

"Alright Petal, love you."

"Love you too!"

I arrived at the Cullen's house in record time, my tracking ability had improved greatly. I zoomed up to the door and before I could open it Rosalie, Esme, Bree, and Alice stood there with excited smiles on their faces.

"The party has arrived." I said jokingly.

They all laughed and ushered me into the lounge room.

Bree had been living with us ever since the end of the battle, she struggled to conform to the diet after living off of human blood so long and she couldn't leave the house much since she was presumed dead. But Jasper has been helping her out a lot.

"I can't wait to see what you did with the venue outside... can I take a look?"

"No, you may not, Rosalie and I all agreed that you shouldn't see it until tomorrow. It'll be great with the pictures."

"Okay okay... is the dress finished?"

"Yes, now that you can see." Rosalie said, dragging me down to her room. A large vanity was set up with hundreds of makeup products. I turned around and saw my dress... it was beautiful.

(I know the dresses aren't exactly the same but just pretend the one showing off the back of the dress has sleeves haha.)

a"Oh my gosh Rose, you know my style so well."

"You're going to look beautiful tomorrow." Esme said, her gracious smile still on her face.

"Thank you guys so much... for everything."

"No problem Fleur, I can't wait for you to officially be a part of the family." Alice replied.

"So, how is everything back at home?" Rosalie said, already playing with my hair.

"It's tense...dad's pissed at Bella, Bella is pissed at dad. I still can't believe she actually eloped."

"Doesn't surprise me any... Bella's priorities have certainly changed." Alice grumbled.

"Yeah... not gonna lie though Alice they've always been like that, she just hid it from you guys pretty well."

"Yeah... I guess so." Alice said disappointment was on her face.

"Let's talk about something else...Fleur, did Jasper tell you where you two were going for your honeymoon?"

"No... he wants it to be a surprise, I can't wait to see where we're going."

"I'm sure it's going to be fun." Alice said, nudging me playfully.

"If I could blush right now, I would." I said.

Timeskip: The next day.

"Rosalie this is like we rehearsed it... smile and don't kill my mother." I reminded her.

"I'll try my best... Why does Bella have to be a bridesmaid again?" She said, brushing back my long black hair.

"Because I don't need my mother talking my ear off saying how selfish I am."

I saw Alice shake her head before going back to steaming my dress in the background.

"Fleur, Rosalie? Where are you guys?" I heard my dad call out.

"In here dad!" I called back.

"Renee get your butt up here your daughter is getting married. Get over this stupid grudge." I heard dad yell. Rosalie, Alice, and I all laughed.

"Aww, you look beautiful Petal." Dad said, smiling at me. I said Renee in the background she had a shocked look on her face.

"Thanks, Dad, you can thank Rosalie and Alice for all of this. Mom? You gonna come over? I'm not infected with anything you know."

She scoffed and walked up to me, we both gave each other fake smiles.

"Did you get plastic surgery? Your face looks... I don't know more sculpted." She said.

"No mother I just aged... the last time you saw me I was 15, I'm 20 now." I lied, everyone knew most vampires' facial features perfected when fully changed. But I couldn't exactly tell her that.

"Okay..." She said in a skeptical voice. I heard Rosalie growl behind me.

"Renee knock it off." Dad said he had a curt look on his face.

"Well since it's your wedding day we thought you needed something blue." Renee started, her face didn't look too happy.

"And something old, besides your mother." Dad joked, Rosalie and Alice let out a chuckle.

"Nice Charlie," Renee said rolling her eyes.

Dad then opened a jewelry box that had a hairpiece in it. I knew it was grandma swans.

"It was Grandma Swans, I added the Sapphires though, I thought it matched your ring pretty well. When the time comes around you can give it to your daughter." Dad said he handed it to Rosalie so she could put it in my hair.

"Aww thank you so much dad." I said I was lucky I didn't have my dress on yet so I could hug him.

"Should've saved this for Bella." Renee grumbled quitely.

"Oh no I forgot her veil, Rose could you come with me?" Alice asked.

Rosalie hesitated before answering.

"Sure..." They walked out a few seconds later.

"So... you stuck true to your guns. I didn't see you until your wedding day." Dad just looked at the two of us and walked out.

"Yep."

"How many men did you date before you got engaged to this one. I know how bored you can get." Renee said, implying I sleep around a lot.

"He's the first and only man I've dated." Renee's reflection was shocked in the mirror.

"Well... I knew my Bella would do that but... not, you." She said in a condescending voice.

"You have no idea what Bella has done."

"So who is he?" Renee said, ignoring my previous statement.

"His name is Jasper and he's an amazing, kind human being." I answered back, pride-filled my voice. I could suddenly feel Bella's presence behind the wall in the other room listening in on us.

"Sure... we all know women like you say that when the men have slept with you."

"You're childish insults do not bother me anymore mother."

"What childish insults? I'm stating facts." Renee said, acting innocent.

"Yeah, facts you convinced yourself are true."

"All I know is if my Bella wouldn't gotten married so young. So let's cut to the chase how far along are you?"

'I'm not pregnant Renee, I need to go help Rose and Alice find that veil." I got up to walk away when I got an idea.

"Oh by the way, Bella got married at nineteen in Vegas."

Renee just stood there in shock. I smiled in satisfaction.

"Enjoy the open bar!"

#jasper whitlock x oc #jasper whitlock #jasper hale x reader #jasper cullen #jasper hale #jasper hale x oc #carlisle cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #alice cullen #edward cullen #twilight saga #bella swan #twilight

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btsqualityy · 4 years ago

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Assuage: Chapter 3

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Hunting (nothing descriptive and they’re not just hunting for the fun of it, it’s for survival)

“You know, it’s about damn time that these dumb asses gave me some help around here!” Kibum exclaimed happily as Yoongi stood awkwardly in front of him. “Well, don’t just stand there boy! Grab that maple wood there!” Yoongi moved quickly, grabbing the long plank of wood before moving back over to Kibum, setting it down in front of him.

Yoongi had only been working with Kim Kibum for a few days now, but he had quickly learned just how...out there the man was.

“You know, I’m one of the oldest elders in this damn pack and because of that, you would think that our amazing Pack Alpha would’ve given me some help before now but no!” Kibum ranted loudly as he grabbed a buzz saw, cutting into the maple wood.

“Uh, how old are you exactly?” Yoongi wondered, looking at the full head of grey hair that the Alpha man sported. Yoongi figured that he had to be over 60, because he didn’t have a distinct scent anymore.

“Don’t you worry about that,” Kibum smirked. “You just hope that you’ll be lucky enough to make it to be my age someday. Now, come here so I can show you how to cut out this shape for a bed that someone ordered!”

Even though it had only been a few days since he started working with Kibum, he found himself enjoying both the work he was doing and the man’s eccentricities. Actually, Yoongi found himself settling into the pack so easily that it almost scared him half to death. With everything that he had just been through with his previous pack, he didn’t want to risk that happening again but he also couldn’t deny how nice everyone had been to him since he had arrived onto their territory.

After spending two hours helping Kibum and learning some different techniques for woodworking, Yoongi walked to the front of the hardware store and sat at the front counter, manning the register while Kibum took his lunch break. Just as he found himself becoming bored, the small bell above the door jingled as it opened, Taehyung walking inside.

“Hi Hyung!” He greeted Yoongi cheerfully, making Yoongi glare at the Beta as he made his way to stand in front of him.

“Are you never not happy?” Yoongi wondered.

“Rarely, except for when Jungkook tries to pull that ‘baby Alpha’ bullshit on me,” Taehyung shrugged.

“Speaking of that, are you and Jungkook like...a thing?” Yoongi questioned.

“You mean are we mated?” Taehyung chuckled and Yoongi hummed while nodding. “Not yet, but hopefully we will be by this time next year.”

“What’s the wait? You’re both presented.”

“Yeah, but he’s still kind of young for mating even by pack standards, with him only being 20,” Taehyung explained. “Plus, Kook was a late bloomer so he’s only been presented for about a year now and he’s still settling into his Alpha hormones.”

“Ahh,” Yoongi nodded in understanding. “And you’re willing to wait?”

“Hyung, I’ve been in love with Kook since I was 17 and he was 15, so over five years now,” Taehyung smiled. “I’m more than willing to wait if it means I’ll be able to spend the rest of my life with him.”

“Must be nice,” Yoongi muttered.

“What about you hyung?” Taehyung wondered. “You ever think about mating and settling down?”

“Not really,” Yoongi shook his head. “Never really appealed to me.”

“Well, that’s fair,” Taehyung shrugged.

“Can I ask you something else?” Yoongi asked and Taehyung shrugged before nodding. “When I first woke up here, at the medical cabin, I heard you and Y/N talking and you said “what if our parents had left me?”. You said it to Namjoon too. What was that about?”

“Ah, that,” Taehyung laughed. “So, as you know, I’m a Beta and I was actually born in a different pack.”

“Really?” Yoongi gaped.

“Yeah. I’m still not too sure of what exactly happened because I was only 3 at the time but my birth parents and most of my old pack were killed,” Taehyung began. “We were a small pack so our territory got taken over and it just wasn’t pretty. I ended up wondering through the woods alone and that’s when Joon hyung and Y/N-ah’s parents found me and took me in. It was actually kind of controversial, especially since their parents were Pack Omega and Pack Alpha at the time and the only kids that they were allowed to have were their own.”

“Because of the bloodline,” Yoongi finished, knowing very well how pack hierarchy worked. When a Pack Alpha and Pack Omega had children, it was expected that one of those children would be the one to take over the pack whenever their parents decided to retire or passed away. Competition for the title was often fierce, depending on the number of children in a family and their subgender, and adding to that adopted children who had no real linkage to the bloodline only served to further complicate matters.

“Exactly, and it didn’t help matters that when I presented, I turned out to be a Beta. The only fucking Beta in the pack at that,” Taehyung chuckled. “It was just another thing that made the adopted kid stand out, you know?”

“I get it,” Yoongi muttered. “Well, where are your parents now? I haven’t met them yet, or at least I don’t think I have.”

“They were both killed in the Great Pack War seven years ago,” Taehyung told him and Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. Yoongi was more than familiar with the Great Pack War that had taken out massive numbers in almost every pack in South Korea, which included his own parents.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered.

“It’s ok. They were protecting the pack at the time, which was always their main goal, so that makes me feel a little bit better,” Taehyung shrugged. “Now doesn’t it make sense why Joon hyung was so uptight about me brining you onto pack territory?”

“Yeah, it does,” Yoongi huffed. “Especially since his mate is pregnant.”

“Yep. Enough about that though,” Taehyung said abruptly, changing the subject. “I came here to ask if you wanted to come hunting with us.”

“Who’s “us”?”

“Me, Joon hyung, Hobi hyung, Jungkookie, some others,” Taehyung listed off. “Since we’re entering fall, Joon hyung wants us to try to get extra meat to put into storage. Just in case snowfall comes early this year.”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi replied slowly. “I mean, my wrist still isn’t 100%. I don’t think I’d be able to take down anything.”

“Well, we always take extra tools like spears and stuff with us so you can use of one those.”

“Taehyung, I’m Prime,” Yoongi deadpanned. “I’m literally made to hunt animals with my bare hands.”

“You presented a problem, I offered a solution,” Taehyung laughed. “It’s up to you to take it or not.”

“I’m working though,” Yoongi tried to excuse himself.

“Not anymore,” Kibum interjected as he stepped out of his small office that was just to the left of the front counter. “I’m giving you the rest of the day off.”

“Really?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah, it’ll be a good way for you to show that you’re contributing to the pack,” Kibum said. “And make some friends because Lord knows you need some.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Taehyung laughed. “So, what do you say hyung?” As much as Yoongi wanted to say no and keep up the façade of him not wanting to get too used to the pack, he also couldn’t deny how antsy he was to hunt again and satisfy that part of his biology.

“Fine,” he relented, cringing immediately afterwards when Taehyung let out a loud cheer.

.............................

Following Taehyung out to the edges of the pack’s territory, Yoongi was surprised to see so many people preparing themselves to hunt. Most of all, he was surprised to see you standing there as well, talking to Namjoon.

“Hey, nice to see that you’re joining us Yoongi!” Hobi greeted him cheerfully and Yoongi just nodded towards him.

“I have to say, I told Taehyung that he wouldn’t be able to con you into coming,” Namjoon chuckled as he pulled off his t-shirt, and Yoongi noticed that he had the same tattoo that you had on your right should smack dab in the middle of his chest.

“Him and Kibum double teamed me,” Yoongi shrugged. “I had no choice.”

“Figures,” Namjoon chuckled.

“What are you doing here Y/N?” Yoongi found himself asking. “You seem a little too high maintenance for hunting.”

“High maintenance my ass,” you scoffed. “You sure your ‘Prime’ senses will be working well enough for you to even hunt?”

“Don’t worry about it. Speaking of senses though, wouldn’t it be too much for you to be hunting Omega?” Yoongi questioned, taking a little pleasure in the way that your scent soured a little.

“You wanna see how dangerous it can get, you keep talking, dumb ass Alpha,” you spat back.

“Oh my god, enough,” Jungkook chuckled. “Are you two gonna do this shit every single time you see each other?”

“If he wants to keep going, then I can too,” you smirked, making Yoongi roll his eyes.

“Never thought you would’ve been the petty type Y/N-ah,” Taehyung laughed as he took his own shirt off, and Yoongi noticed that he had the same tattoo that you and Namjoon had on his left shoulder.

“Alright guys, you all know the rules but I’m gonna reiterate since Yoongi’s new here,” Namjoon began, silence falling over the small crowd. “Stay within pack territory, you’ll be able to smell the scent markers. Please don’t try to take down anything big if you don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.”

“I don’t want to have to patch any of you guys up,” you added with a smile.

“And lastly, if you run into anyone else on our territory and if you smell anyone else that’s not a part of the pack, no fighting,” Namjoon finished. “You come get me and I’ll handle it. Understood?” A murmur of confirmations flowed through the air, making Namjoon nod in satisfaction. “Well, let’s go.”

Everyone darted off then and Yoongi did the same, following behind Taehyung as they ran deeper into the forest. Since Yoongi hadn’t been hunting in almost three weeks, feeling the wind whipping against his face and scalp seemed to make him almost come alive again. Yoongi loved to hunt, especially since he was exceptionally good at it (even for a Prime Alpha) and it was one of the few things that he was praised for in his former pack so being able to finally do it again was a literal breath of fresh air.

Deciding to be smart, Yoongi had mostly let Taehyung and Jungkook lead him through the forest, since they both knew their territory better than he did. He helped them take down some rabbits and squirrels, and even some groundhogs and woodchucks.

“Wow Yoongi hyung, your nose is amazing,” Jungkook smiled as he strung the rabbits up together, making them easier to take back to the dining hall for preservation. “Oh, is it ok if I call you hyung?”

“Sure,” Yoongi shrugged, figuring that if Taehyung was already doing it, then there was no harm in Jungkook saying it.

“God, I’m definitely going hunting with you all the time now,” Taehyung announced giddily. “I’ve never caught this much, this fast, and this easily.”

“I’m looking forward to that,” Yoongi muttered sarcastically, freezing immediately afterwards when he caught a whiff of the air.

“What is it?” Jungkook wondered, noticing how he froze.

“It’s musk deer,” Yoongi whispered, turning around quickly as he tried to get a better idea of where exactly the deer was. “Stay here.”

“Hyung, you can’t take down a deer by yourself,” Taehyung murmured. “Your wrist.”

“Shut up,” Yoongi stated simply, stalking away from them and moving quickly to his left, the scent of the deer becoming stronger and stronger. He stopped behind a tree, smiling to himself when he saw the deer grazing on some grass in the small clearing between the tree he was hiding behind and another. The deer was totally unaware of it’s surroundings, and Yoongi just knew that it would be an easy takedown.

Just as he moved from behind the tree to pounce at the deer, he was blindsided as he felt a blow connect to his knee and knock him down onto the ground hard.

“What the fuck?!” He sneered, shaking his head as he tried to regain his composure. When he looked up, he saw you there, standing in front of the now dead deer.

“Hi,” you smiled, waving your hand at him lightly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He questioned as he stood up, dusting his clothes off.

“Oh, was this your deer?” You asked innocently. “Don’t worry. It’s probably better that I took him off your hands for you.”

“You smelled me here,” he accused you and you shrugged your shoulders while smirking.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” you vacillated. “Maybe I just wanted to show you what dangerous really looks like.” Feeling himself seething with anger, he just spun around on his heel and began to walk away, stomping back towards Jungkook and Taehyung. As he did so though, he couldn’t help but to wonder who the fuck you were and how the fuck you had learned to be such a damned good hunter as an Omega; almost even better than him.

#bts #bangtanarmynet #bts reactions #bts imagines #bts yoongi #bts suga #suga x reader #yoongi x reader #abo yoongi #abo suga #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #suga smut #suga angst #suga fluff #werewolf bts

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spike-and-faye · 4 years ago

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Hello, I require your infinite wisdom please!! :O So I just finished cowboy bebop and I am so confused like who the fuck was Julia. WHAT was Faye's past. I literally never process tv shows and the bebop was not immune to my stupidity LMAO like... I guess the ending just really confused me, from what I gathered Spike and Vicious were friends? But then they weren't? And Julia dated Vicious but also Spike? And he? Went after Vicious even after Julia had died? I am Confusion. Please help. Thank u...

Oh BABEY I am so glad you asked! :) Be prepared for a long answer and I apologize in advance for how incoherent it will probably be.

ALSO Please note: this show is fucking complicated. I have watched it all the way through several times a year, every single year, for over a decade now, and I am *STILL* finding new shit every time I watch it. It's packed with symbols, motifs, allusions and underlying themes that are just so rich. It is so extraordinarily well-written that it could give a lot of classic literature a run for its money. I'm literally working on an in depth literary/film analysis my husband lovingly calls my Manifesto on the series right now. SO PLEASE don't beat yourself up about not catching everything on the first go round.

HEY BTW for anyone who hasn't finished the show, please know there will be MANY spoilers ahead!

Anyways ~

1. Spike / Julia / Vicious:

The information we get on Spike's past, including Vicious and Julia, is pretty limited considering how big of an impact they have on the story. We get our first glimpse in Session 1: Asteroid Blues, then again in Session 5: Ballad of Fallen Angels, Sessions 12 + 13: Jupiter Jazz, and Sessions 25 + 26: Real Folk Blues. I recommend reviewing these episodes for you Julia and Vicious fix.

What we know:

Spike and Vicious were both members of an organized crime syndicate called the Red Dragons, which is roughly analogous to the Yakuza or the Mafia. Their positions in the organization are not clear, but there are some images alluding to them being hitmen, and they likely rose up in the ranks as they were close acquaintances of Mao Yenrai, a Capo of the Red Dragon.

Spike and Vicious were close comrades. Spike taught Vicious everything he knew about fighting, and the two had a deep trust in each other. Which Spike fucked up ….

^^Vicious looks hot asf here

Julia was Vicious' lover/girlfriend. One night in 2068 (three years prior to the time we watch in the Bebop) Spike is injured, presumably from a syndicate-related fight and he passes out in front of her door. She takes him in and nurses him back to health and he SIMPS HARD for her. We’re all but told he's in LOVE love with her. They start an affair, and Spike tells her he's ready to abandon the whole life - the syndicate, Vicious, Mao, all of it - and they could run away together.

WELL Vicious finds out about this whole affair, and is DOUBLY betrayed because his literal best friend and girlfriend have been having an affair, and tbh I think he was just as jealous of Spike's attentions as he was of Julia's. (Whether or not it’s a sexual thing for Spike … well … I have my own headcanons about that). SO when he finds out they're going to run away together, he gives Julia an ultimatum: you can either kill him, or I'll just kill you both. Spike had written her a letter about meeting him in the graveyard to start their new life together, which she tears up to hide his location from Vicious. (This is the falling ripped up pieces of paper we see in Spike's flash back in Session 5).

^^ r/gifsyoucanhear

**NOTE: There are those who disagree with this view, (looking at you Cowboy Bebop wiki) instead suggesting Vicious and Spike were buds in the past, but then hated each other once they were both considered as potential successors to Mao. That's why Vicious wanted him dead, and he was enlisting Julia (who he didn't necessarily have a romantic connection to) to help kill Spike since he knew Spike loved her. Personally, I think there is plenty of evidence that Vicious also wanted Julia, and in fact was already with her, when Spike started seeing her. If you want me to cite my sources please send an me an ask about it :)

Spike gets the idea, whether by her just not showing up or word around the syndicate being like YO Vicious wants you dead. Despite Vicious' ultimatum to Julia, he was gunna kill Spike either way. SO he sets up an ambush, and SadBoy™ Spike walks intentionally into their trap. Somehow, he doesn't die, though the entire syndicate thinks he did. (Note Annie's reaction to seeing him alive in Session 5). It’s also implied that this is where he lost his eye.

HIS EYE - possibly the most important symbol in the show so I do have to mention it. In episode 26, he explicitly explains to Faye that one of his eyes only sees the past. (PS this isn't dissimilar to Jet's arm… we can get into that another time). Basically, he's constantly living halfway in the past and halfway in the present, and describes the past like a dream he can never wake up from. Because dysfunctional or not - the syndicate WAS his family. (Again - see his relationship with Annie, Mao, and Vicious (prior to Spike's betrayal)). It's his reminder that Julia didn't run away with him, and that he'd left behind that life for her. (He didn’t know she was being threatened until the final episode). Basically Spike is hyper-fixated on what he had and what could've been.

Not long after this, Spike starts bounty hunting because like? What else is he going to do. He doesn't care if he lives or dies but if he has to be alive, he may as well be able to eat. He joins up with Jet Black on the Bebop.

TL; DR: Spike stole Vicious' lover, Julia, so Vicious made Julia choose between her killing Spike or Vicious killing them both. She instead went into hiding and Spike thought he'd been stood up. He fake died and got the hell outta dodge.

2. What was Faye's past?

Ok let me start by saying Faye is my wife and my life. HOWEVER I hated her the first time I watched this show circa age 13 because I thought she was annoying/vain/shallow (also because #internalizedmisogyny lol am I right fam). Good news! She is all those things! But she's also very lonely and scared and an amnesiac and secretly a sweetie and she realizes she loves the crew of the Bebop like family.

SO my wife's backstory:

she was born in the 1990s (#only90skidsremember). There's some debate over her race/nationality, but due to the images of her hanging out in Merlion Park in Singapore, my bet is that she's Singaporean. She comes from a wealthy family with a big house, and we see some utterly *adorable* film of her as a child/young adolescent in Session 18: Speak Like a Child. I cry everytime </3

^^ Holla for the representation

In 2014, circa age 20, she and her parents were going into space when the shuttle they were on had some kind of malfunction/accident and it killed an unknown number of people, including her parents. At the time, the technology didn’t exist to be able to save her, so she was put into a cryogenic sleep state. Meanwhile, the Lunar Gate accident occurs, breaking up the moon and causing rock showers on Earth's surface. Most people died, moved to Mars, or settled underground.

She wakes up from her cryogenic sleep in 2068. (Also the year Spike leaves the syndicate.) She's 'woken' by the corrupt Dr. Bacchus who plans on charging her for the years and years of medical debt she's accrued. (See Session 15: My Funny Valentine.) Luckily a lawyer takes interest in her case (Whitney Haggus Matsumoto) and tries to help get rid of her debt. The two fall in love, but turns out Whitney is a Scumbag. He's actually Dr. Bacchus's nephew, and faked his death, writing Faye as the sole inheritor to his will. This means she'll take on all his debts. So baby girl has LOTS of debt at this point.

In the intervening years prior to her joining the Bebop, she gambles, cheats, gains a lot of street smarts, and adopts a very seductive character to get her way. She joins the crew on the Bebop in Session 3: Honky Tonk Women.

TL;DR: Faye is Austin powers

YIKES this is so long I am so sorry. Bitches are obsessed with this show. (I am bitches)

3. The Ending

Okay I'm going to present this in the way, in my scholarly opinion, would be correct, though there are SO many interpretations other than simply 'Spike died :/".

To understand the plot of the last couple episodes we actually have to go back to Session 5: Mao is instructed* to sign a treaty with a rival syndicate called the White Tigers. (*He's instructed by The Van (Council of identical creepy old men) who are the actual head of the dragon. I think we only see them in Session 26.) Well - Vicious is a Bastard Man and he and his fellow mutineers blow up the White Tiger guys' ship and slit Mao's throat. Before he dies, Mao is like "Gotdamnit if Spike was still here this shit wouldn't have happened." Later in the Cathedral battle, Vicious explains to Spike he killed Mao because Mao 'lost his fangs'. He planned on killing Spike for good her, IMO, so there'd be no rival to take over as Capo for the Dragons.

^^These guys are The Van btw

THEN in Session 25, the Van basically catches Vicious and is like “you killed Mao and now you have to go to Time Out.” The Van also decides to just kill everyone associated with Vicious, just 2 B safe. That's why there's a big ass shootout at the Loser Bar where Jet and Spike are chilling, drinking, (missing Faye and Ed and Ein lol) and Shin (younger brother to Lin, who's helping Vicious overthrow the Dragon) explains all this to Spike. OH and PS JULIA IS ALIVE AND HERE IS HER LOCATION :). (**Notice Spike's reaction at this point is different than his reaction in Jupiter Jazz when he hears there's a Julia on Calisto. Much less excited… hmm…).

SO THEN you know we get some flashbacks of the past as previously explained *and* Julia just happens to run into Faye. She recognizes that Faye is one of Spike's friends from the Bebop (she was keeping tabs on him it seems) and picks her up. Faye doesn't know who Julia is but is like damn bitch I'm a little gay for you. (I mean … that may just be my bi ass projecting, but Faye is REALLY struck with her. Look at how she describes her to Jet, I mean come on.)

Faye's like, 'we should team up' and Julia says 'no thanks but also tell Spike to meet me at *the place*'. Meanwhile back on the Bebop Spike and Jet are talking and Spike goes on about some dream woman who was his other half. (We assume he means Julia … I have my reasons to doubt this … I have a lot of angry DMs about my opinion here lol but I just do not give a fuck (: I can expand on this in another post or you can refer to the title of my fucking blog haha) Personally, I think Watanabe personally left this specific scene open ended, the same way he does with the ending and various other things.

more like SIMP Spiegel

ANYWAY Faye comes back to the Bebop to tell Spike about Julia, and Jet gets intel from a former cop buddy that there's some shit going down with the Dragons. (Again, the Van is hunting down everyone ever associated with Vicious, including your pal Spike). Bebop is attacked, Faye tells Spike what's up with Julia, and he heads out.

PAN TO VICIOUS chained up - about to be executed - but what's that!? It's a bird!? It's a pla- no it's just a bird. (With one glowing red eye … hm … reminds me of Spike, also the drug Red Eye. Pls let me know if you have any thoughts on this). Just a bird with a BOMB! Explosion (RIP bird c. 2065 - too soon), Vicious kills the elders, his buddies show up and are ready to go fuck shit up.

this show could not be more of an aesthetic

MMMPhhh okay RAINY CEMETERY. Spike and Julia. She draws a gun, explains why she didn't meet him that day, and then hugs him. Now Spike is not *great* at showing his emotions but he literally just stands there. Maybe it's a stoic expression of how sad he is that he never knew she still cared, when it seemed like she dumped him. Maybe he's finally getting some closure on his past. Maybe the past doesn't mean the same thing it used to. (I'll elaborate later on this).

They go to Annie's to get stocked up on stuff, she lets them know she denied knowing Spike was still alive and hey also the Van was assassinated by Vicious and his guys so. Watch out for that. Then her shop is surrounded by Vicious' guys and she dies :(. Spike and Julia escape to the roof, but she's shot and dies in Spike's arms, and says 'it's all just a dream' :(. (Refer to: Spike living in a dream of the past).

Anyway Jet SAID he wasn't gunna go after Spike but. Jet's parental instincts kick in (oh yeah he was shot in the leg earlier btw) and he goes to Sitting Bull to see if he knows where Spike is. He basically says yeah Spike's about to die somewhere. (I want to do a further analysis on all the Sitting Bull scenes.) Well conveniently Spike returns to the Bebop, eats, tells his story about a tiger-striped cat. (At one point Jet asks if he's going there for her, and Spike is like well she's dead now so whatever). THEN we get to the scene where Faye is like HEY YOU CAN'T GO OFF AND DIE ASSHOLE and he's like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I 've been living in the past so I might as well see if I'm living now. (**This will play heavily into my interpretation of the ending). Faye is pissed, shoots the ceiling and he goes off to the syndicate headquarters to fuck shit up.

He basically John Wicks his way through the building, Shin dies, he and Vicious have the big boss battle and whatnot. He kills Vicious and stumbles back out down the stairs and says "Bang!" and collapses. We pan to the sky and see a star fade away.

Well that explains the plot … now here's what I think happened!!! ALSO may I mention, anon - you picked up on something I feel like a lot of people miss out on. Why *did* Spike go back to kill Vicious if Julia was already dead??

Basically, once it became clear that anyone associated with Vicious was being killed, Spike knew they'd hunt him down, and they weren't beneath Kill-Billing their way to him, (i.e. systematically destroying this companions to get to him). And for all his apparent indifference - he really loves his new found family. Jet is literally like an older brother to him. Ed is a little sister. Ein is well … a very good boy. And Faye? Well the relationship is complicated, and I'm not going to get into the 69,420 reasons I ship them here, but I think it is beyond argument that he really does care for her, even if that just in a filial way. He didn't want the syndicates to kill them for their association to him, or in order to get to him. So he did what he had to do to protect them. *AND NO* I am not saying that he didn't love Julia. But it was clear that his desire was no longer to run away with her. I think he genuinely loved and cared about her, but at some point between Jupiter Jazz Pt 2 and now, he accepted that their time together was over. Now he had a new raison d'etre, which is the Bebop.

I think at this point Spike has 'woken up' to reality (as he implied to Faye in their final conversation in episode 26: "Look at these eyes. One of them is a fake, because I lost it in an accident. Since then, I have been seeing the past in one eye, and the present in the other. I had believed that what I saw was not all of reality...I thought I was watching a dream that I would never awaken from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over." (This is from the sub btw I'm too lazy to look up the dub transcript.) He wasn't going there to die, he's going to find out if he's really alive. This line is fucking cool and everything - but it's implications are multitude. I won't go into them all here but basically : what makes him alive now is that he's free from his past. He's alive because he has this new family and protecting them is all he really wants now. Spike was protecting Jet, Faye, Ed, (and Ein) by going and facing the entire syndicate, knowing that their lives would all be in danger.

SO - did Spike die? Well again - Watanabe has purposely and artfully left this open ended. Well, if we're following the symbolism from Sitting Bull, then yeah, the man is as dead as disco, and wouldn't that be a fitting ending? BUT at the same time, Spike always refers to having 'died' before (meaning when he was ambushed by the syndicate, and they all thought he died, and he pretty much did). Don't forget that in movie (takes places roughly between episodes 22 + 23, and yes, was made AFTER the series but whatever) he like .. DIES dies. He goes to the afterlife and everything. He wakes up to find he's chilling with Sitting Bull, who's like nah it wasn't your time to die yet. So the fact Sitting Bull confirms Spike will die in the final episode, means yeah, Spike is pretty much dead.

BUT -- okay now hear me out -- could this death in the final episode be a death to his previous life? The person he was in the syndicate? Now that he's extinguished the Red Dragons for good, is it not possible that its merely *that* life which has ended? That's the optimist in me saying that, but if it keeps me from staying up all night crying, I guess it'll have to do. Watanabe definitely wants to leave it up to the viewer, so whatever you think, I feel like there's validity to it.

WELL any anon, sorry for the fucking lecture - and believe me, I could've said MUCH, MUCH more - but I enjoyed this question. I always love talking about this show so please all you fuckers feel free to message me or send an ask about anything any time. I am really slow at replying because #life'sAbitch.

Love you all.

SY,SCB <3

#sorry for the long ass rant #i could seriously talk about this all day.#i even trimmed this down so much #cowboy bebop #fuck man this show is everything #spike spiegel #julia #faye valentine #jet black #vicious #radical ed #ein #<3 #spoilers #rant

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I really liked this adoption menu for zuko ♡ it is a very creative idea. I want to know the 27 because its my favourite number.

This one is actually pretty cute. You have placed an order for Zuko adoption number 27. Zuko gets adopted by Hope’s parents and gets a lesbian aunt.

The cracking of the cook fire certainly didn't do anything to help with the heat, but you couldn't go and feed a pregnant woman raw meat. Ying knew this. Than knew this. And Wei Su knew this.

Thud.

A half-starved teen fell off his ostrich horse and rolled down the hill into the camp unconscious.

Wei Su, her brother, and her sister-in-law all blinked at the teen in shock and confusion for a few moments, before Than rushed over and checked the teen's pulse.

“He's alive, just unconscious and...” He felt the teen's forehead, “A bit warm. Wei Su, can you go get some water for him, while I see if we have any smelling salts?”

“Sure thing,” And with that, she grabbed one of their water skins.

The guy seemed groggy when Than got him to wake up, but he probably had heatstroke, so getting him cooled off and some water would help with that.

“What brings you this way, son?” Than asked the teen.

The teen did not answer, instead choosing to accepting the water skin and taking a sip.

“Than, the boy just wake up surrounded by strangers,” Ying chastised, before gesturing for Wei Su to come to help her up.

Once on her feet, Ying walked over to the teen and sat down across from him.

The teen regarded her with confusion and suspicion.

“My name is Ying. Than is my husband, and she,” Ying said gesturing to Wei Su, “Is his sister, Wei Su.”

The teen studied Ying for a few moments before he relaxed and rasped, “Lee.”

Lee made to get up, but Ying stopped him with a stern look, saying, “Oh, you're not going anywhere, young man. You are in no condition to be traveling alone, right now.”

“I can do whatever I want,” Lee answered, getting up anyways, before stumbling and swaying. Than shot up and steadied the boy, but Lee slapped his hand away.

The fire went from crackling to roaring, and Wei Su saw the way the Lee winced.

“I should be going,” Lee told them after he took a deep breath, but Ying was having none of that.

Nope, she got back to her feet and planted her hands on her hips, before ordering, “Lee, sit down. At the very least I want to make sure you eat some food before you go riding off to your death.”

Lee, for all of his prickles, obeyed.

Wei Su was pretty sure Ying just adopted the boy.

And sure enough, when Lee attempted to leave yet again after dinner, Ying insisted that it would be better if he stayed at their camp for the night. She needed to make sure he ate something in the morning and she would worry about him if she didn't at least know he had eaten breakfast.

And well Lee couldn't bring himself to worry a pregnant woman, so with even less resistance he relented and offered to take the first watch.

Than laughed, clapping him on the back, “This far into Earth Kingdom lands we don't get a lot of Fire Nation soldiers. I wouldn't be worried about that, son.”

Lee looked uncomfortable, but he said nothing, as he laid out his bed roll.

The next morning, Ying had him help her make breakfast, claiming she wanted to make sure he knew how to feed himself. Not more than 15 minutes later, Ying was horrified and turned it into a real cooking lesson.

Lee did not have the faintest idea on how cooking worked beyond the fact that fire was involved.

“You are staying with us until you know how to make yourself a proper meal, Lee,” Ying stated, and Wei Su knew she was right. Ying did adopt him.

Halfway to Ba Sing Se, they learned that he didn't have a passport, so they had to take a quick detour to get him one.

“Yes, sir, my son's passport was destroyed, when we were attacked by fire benders,” Ying informed the soldier manning the passport office. “If you could reissue him one, we would be grateful.”

The soldier glanced at her pregnant belly and then sighed, “Alright, fill out this form and I'll get a new one written up for him, ma'am.”

“Lee, could you go with Wei Su to the market and get a bag of feed for Mushi?”

“Uh, yes... Mom,” Was Lee's hesitant answer.

It sounded like he hadn't called someone mother in many years, and Wei Su felt her heartbreak.

Lee was handing over money for the feed, when a kid chucked an egg at the nearby soldiers.

“Hey!” The hit soldier growled, marching over to Lee. “You throwing eggs at us, stranger?”

Lee didn't even look at the man, as he accepted the bag of feed, answering, “No.”

“You see who did throw it?”

Lee turned around slowly, his hand moving to the hilt of his swords, and answered, “No.”

The soldier looked over to Wei Su and asked, “What about you pretty lady? You see anything?”

“I didn't. Now leave us alone,” She answered, feeling her skin crawl with the leer the man gave her.

The soldier reached for her, but before she could make a move to react and slap his hand away, the tip of a sword rested against the man's throat.

Lee glared at the man with loathing, and spat, “Hands to yourself, or you lose them.”

The soldier put his hands up and backed away, grumbling, “Your girlfriend ain't even all that pretty.”

“You filthy peas-” Lee began, but Wei Su stopped him, shooting back, “Lee, let's go.”

And with that, they walked away from the soldiers.

The kid who'd thrown the egg, rushed over to them, babbling, “Thanks for not ratting me out.”

“You shouldn't be throwing eggs at soldiers, kid,” Wei Su told him, not wanting to know what those jerks would have done to the kid if he decided to do a repeat of earlier.

The kid grimaced and answered, “I only did it because they are bullies.”

“Is that so...” Lee asked, voice going low and thoughtful.

Wei Su did not want to know what her nephew was planning.

They stayed the night with the kid's family, and the next day headed out for the road to Ba Sing Se again, and on the way out, she got a good idea of just what Lee had done.

The soldier's barracks were a pile of smoldering rubble.

“Lee, what did you do?” Ying asked in horror, looking at her son from her spot on the ostrich horse, Mushi.

Lee answered, plainly, “They were bullies.”

“Lee, they will take it out on the villagers!” Wei Su shouted.

“No, they won't,” Lee refuted. “I made sure they saw me. Their commander put them on active duty.”

“THEY SAW YOU FIRE BEND!!” Ying chastised, “Lee, they will hunt you down and kill you!”

Lee looked surprised for a moment, but he shrugged, and answered, “They won't look for me in Ba Sing Se.”

He looked a little nervous now though. Nervous and confused.

“Wait... Lee's a fire bender?” Than asked, confused, “I thought he was gay?”

“What?” Lee asked even more confused.

“Well, Wei Su is gay and the two of you hang out a lot?”

Lee glanced between her and her brother, and finally answered, “Oh, I didn't know that... I mean I might be? But I am a fire bender.”

“So? Who's the guy that caught your eye then, Mr. I Might Be Gay?” Wei Su asked, breaking the tension by teasing her nephew playfully.

Lee flushed bright red, sputtering, “I-I What? There isn't a guy!”

Ying gave Lee her mom eyebrow, that she'd been practicing ever since she'd adopted a feral teenage fire bender.

“Well, there is a guy but he probably hates me...” Lee admitted, caving under the look Ying gave him.

Ying sighed, “Lee. What did you do?”

“Attacked his village?”

“YOU DID WHAT?”

#flameo-hotman #ask the hotman #zuko adoption menu #zuko #hope's parents #zukka #but it is mentioned briefly #Anonymous

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