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blindrapture · 5 months ago

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MONDAY JULY 18TH, 2011 (A Conversation with Tiresias)

9:42 AM I stayed awake for some amount of time last night just thinking. Thinking about what I need to ask Tiresias today. Donnie's up. We slept on mattresses on the floor. I don't think sleeping arrangements were accounted for when building this library. Fair enough. It's a library. There he is, at a table covered in stacks of books. Leafing through them. Not even putting his hand on them or anything? How do the blind read? Alright, okay. It's time to get up. It's time to talk.

9:45 AM The Peisistratos looks a lot.. darker than usual. We’re gathered around a lamp that’s the only light source here. Tiresias isn’t saying anything. He's stuck in his book. The lamp is weird. It’s, like.. stained glass? All these little colourful shapes on it that, when lit, project presumably images onto any nearby walls. However, since there are no walls close enough, their projections are lost to the shadows that surround us. “The Sampo built you to fulfil a promise.” o_o Tiresias? “Hm? Sorry. What’s up?” You. Wanted to talk. “What day is it? Wait, we must be in July. Never mind.” We decoded the sixth Cipher. Cockroach Jesus said we've destroyed the thing that was holding back more cruelty? grimace and grunt "He has reason to say that. Overnight, the frequency of Doors on Earth has increased, with many of them opening up on worlds that are.. hostile, allowing free passage for monsters to run across our planet. New Doors, new monsters. Furthermore, enough time has passed that the monsters you're used to are, likewise, getting used to you." Shit. "The nature of the Doors themselves, the passages, the portals, is evolving too. Many of them are no longer mere physical doors." donnie "Oh yeah, we've experienced some of those. There's been times we've just been driving along, and suddenly the scenery around us changes without warning." "A portal without a door. The Doors are now just a formality. I fear this most of all, as I fear what it means. I fear what has happened to the Empty City…" The. The Empty City. We heard something about that. A denizen of the rabbit holes, uh, Polygamus was his name, told us that some Earthlings had mentioned... uh, dammit, where's the journal…

9:48 AM Right, he didn't say much, just that Xanadu isn't the Empty City. "The Empty City is a Fear. ...was a Fear. The Doors were on Earth before, you see. There was a time when humans would notice a door that didn't match their building's blueprints, a door that they hadn't noticed before, a door that shouldn't be there. They would open this door and step into the Empty City. And they'd be trapped there, forever." That.. was a thing? On Earth? Already? donnie "Was there anything in the Empty City? I know the name is Empty, but…" "It's a fair question. And I am the one to ask, as I spent a lot of my youth on those streets. I think there was something in there, something alive. I never found out what. But the City itself was alive too, and it regularly saw visits from the gods. The.. Fears. We were free to come and go, we were free to hold our meetings there." Right. Okay. But. This City is no longer around? "At the moment the apocalypse began, the City vanished." And meanwhile, the Doors were still here, but they took you elsewhere. To Xanadu. "Mm, the coincidence is not lost on me." But. But Polygamus was pretty convincing about that place never having been just a city. So I don't think the Empty City turned into Xanadu, like some kind of werewolf-city-universe.. were-city... "I don't think it did either. Yet the Doors have been unmistakable. Xanadu somehow took the Doors for its own purposes." Hm… donnie "what, that makes sense to you?" I'm not saying that, exactly. But it's.. sinking in for me, the kind of scale of the entities we're dealing with here. tiresias "As well it should. You need it to sink in, both of you: Whatever Rapture is, it is an encounter between gods, gods of man and environment. Did you know that England, and the immediate European coastline, is gone? It is one giant rabbit hole. Xanadu's Doors have merged there." we both said "fuck."

"Yet you also need this to sink in, and I realize this is a jarring juxtaposition: Humans are not powerless against this." Well, no. We have you guys. We have the Fears! donnie "When they're not too busy trying to kill us." "I fear you're missing my point. The Fears are more gods in this encounter." Maybe you're missing a point too. Maybe humans, alone, can do great things, sure. But humans and Fears, working together? This apocalypse might have been over already. "…" Why are the rest of them so.. hostile? "For some, habit. For others, a genuine disdain for humanity. Understand, your gods have a long history. Most of the gods you meet are descendants of long lines of rivalries, with long memories recalling scathing battles and far-dead ideas. We call ourselves 'Fears' now out of... it's... it's complicated. We're not strictly hostile to you. We fear ourselves too. We fear the things we can do so easily, and we absolutely fear the things that humanity might have us do if we were to open ourselves up." So. So it's not impossible. "It's not impossible. It sounds like your partner doesn't approve, though." donnie scoffed. "I don't." but you're okay with tiresias, right? "so far." "Might I ask who you were thinking of.. befriending?" Anyone who'd be receptive! donnie "He's already buddy-buddy with that Camper thing." "Heh. Now this is beginning to make sense." Should I not be? Is Salmacis known for betrayal or something? "A friendship with EAT is not necessarily up to you. They're the one reaching out. If you're on board with it, then so much the better, I see no reason to stop you." Well-- thanks. But actually I didn't want to bring up EAT. I wanted to bring up the Musicians. ...he accidentally hit his hand on the table in surprise. "Ow. The Musicians? You want to cooperate with the Musicians?" donnie's shocked too. Look, it's more that I'm wondering about them. I want to know more about them. They definitely aren't friendly. But they're... odd. They're talkative. They know a lot about humans. "The..." sigh "The Musicians, or their ancestor, is the reason we have gods in the first place. Ptah has never wavered from his righteousness. Ericapeus... has. But I'd never tell them that. The truth is, those two, even in the present day, are the glue holding us all together." Okay. That's a lot of names and statements that mean nothing to me. "They are not used to working with humans. At most, they like to watch humans. And if they understand much about your brain, it's because the patterns making up a human mind are more fundamental than the mind itself. I don't.. think you can work with them? I don't think they want to work with you." But. … "What?" ...but would they lie to me? "...about what?" Tiresias. Did you meet Anna? Did you tell Anna she needed to decode the Ciphers? ...

9:52 AM I read, for Tiresias, the entry in my journal about the paper we found in the factory. "Cipher's ahead, a few Doors away. Someone's gotta do it. Tiresias said. Remember, Anna: Someone's gotta do it." Tiresias remains silent. I think I hit a target. "That was... that Anna. Of course. It was about a week ago. She found her way into my library, she had clearly been wandering the rabbit holes. I told her about the Ciphers. She must have... misunderstood." Are you sure? Are you sure you didn't tell her something similar to what you told us last time? "What does it matter to you? Perhaps I've told the same to every human who makes his way here. I want my book back." Tiresias, I.. don't even really care about your motivations here. I'm not trying to hound you. I just want to know one thing: What was her last name? he's looking at me, mouth open, a little baffled. "It was... Rhodes. Annabelle Rhodes."

9:55 AM (donnie's handwriting) Jordan has walked off. If I'm understanding the situation correctly, he needs to be alone right now. This leaves me alone with Tiresias, but I don't really feel threatened by him. He's an old man, far more interested in talking. He encouraged me to take the journal and write for myself. And, he said that someone will need to write down the last thing he needs to say. "With six ciphers decoded, my book is held shut by yet one more lock. But I have been, perhaps, overzealous in sending you off to face eldritch horrors in the name of the one positive consequence that this will bring. The truth is, the ciph" Sorry, I'm cutting this off. The ciphers do what? How long have you known? "I was a fool. I didn't connect the dots." You said. The ciphers assist Rapture's coming. "Rapture's terminal coming, specifically. The jargon is important." But how long have you known? Did you know when you sent us for the God Machine? "The what?" Um, number five. "Ah, of course. Well... I had all the evidence in front of me. I have not learned anything new since I have last seen you. I have only been untangling all that I know." Well. Where are you getting your knowledge from, if you're trapped in here? Do you have sources? "This book." He pointed. "Written by an ancient rhapsodist, identity long shrouded in mystery– though I believe it to be the work of either Gengelk or Hebehkreh. In any case, the author had prior experience with a very similar sequence of events. They weren't called ciphers then, but there is a clear linear sequence of Sevens. First come the Seven Locks, then the Seven Dialogues, and then the Seven Temples, or Houses. Each leads into the next, and at the end of the Seventh House is the terminal coming of Rag'Toor, or, Rapture. I believe the Seven Locks to be the Seven Ciphers." So we shouldn't be pursuing these ciphers at all. "'The Seventh Lock opened to silence, until began plastic broadcast doom duets.'" Whatever. Does that book say what Rapture is? "No. Nothing says what Rapture is. There are only ever riddles. At the end of the seventh House, or whatever it'll be for us, the seventh Dialogue is finally ended, as that one apparently lasts the whole duration of the Houses. There will be a Beast that is imprisoned once more, a Harlot there with him. A Newborn strangled in his crib. The Future in a plastic bag. The Lamb lies down on the broad way, Jordan will get a kick out of that one. And then the last statement in the entire book: "1 = -1/12." Math? "It.. bears resemblance to a famous infinite series. But it's wrong, it's warped, it's.. impossible." And then, after all that, comes Rapture. "Yes." Whatever the fuck Rapture is. "I think Rapture is the future in the plastic bag." Well, what the fuck does that mean? ...silence. I think he spoke faster than his brain, and now he's trying to think things through. "You will not set foot in this library again for some time. That Beast that was mentioned, well, we do have one of those among our Fears. And his influence grows, flourishes, and condenses into a dew." Again, I.. "Yes, you're lost. That's fine. Give these things time. You two have new worries, and they require full concentration. Hold your mind high when facing your Fears." Alright. Thank you, Tiresias. He smiled at me. "You're welcome, Donnivan. Goodbye."

10:30 AM I followed the Door that Jordan had entered and found my way to Castle Dale, Utah. Back to the red sky, back to the empty towns.

10:32 AM I'll find you, Jordan. We'll get through this.

10:40 PM (jordan's handwriting) IIII II

(Attached: “Have you ever wondered what the world would look like if we were all blind? I mean, if everyone on Earth suddenly lost their sight at the exact same time. And we all worked with one another– after some hefty tough early days of total chaos– to support each other and make life okay again. Music would prolly become way more popular. But what would things look like to an outsider, I wonder? Like, someone who could see who just sorta stumbled upon our planet at that point. And I mean, besides the fact that lots of people would be screaming and crying and bumping into things, maybe more or less than usual. I wonder what colors our world would become, our cultures and our fashions and stuff, the colors of a world that can no longer appreciate them.”)

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#ogtrib #oh god the rapture is burning #ogtrib act 2

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ritzcuit · 3 days ago

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oh but let me say this where i have space. willmatt werewolf au

im always trying to make willmatt happen. i love it. powersgarde? get into it. so fun. the image in my head is like.... will is, you know, will, big hairy guy, body shy, shy in general, very small though he takes up so much space. it's will!

matt is just waiting to have Some Dirt on him, not that wp's ever given him a reason to worry, he's such a pushover that it's not like he needs it... but he's too good of a person, and it's lowkey annoying. like there has to be something right? besides the court case that wasn't even anything. eyeroll... but he plays nice because he's mr spring breeze and he's nice. and wp seems to be happy at the idea of being a "mentor" to him...

on set one day it's passed around that there's a wolf sighting near here, which is freaky but like... not that freaky. it's not like there's any danger, right?

...gestures

the idea i rly have is that matt's slinking around set late when everyone's gone home... because he can do that kind of thing, and he hears a loud crash, which his nosey ass has to peek into. and he sees giant brown furry Thing- not just giant but like, still bulking out, it's fucking massive. he thinks oh my god it's a bear a bear's broken into the studio and is going to eat my face off. the bear swings around and stares at him with the widest, most freaked out eyes, and it most certainly is not A Bear but is His Coworker

and maybe matt, for like, a single second, thinks this is it! he's like... YOU'RE the wolf that's been stalking around?! thinking he's finally found the dirt on wp that he's needed, and he'll figure out what exactly to do with that later- until giant heavy paws smack down onto his shoulders and will's crashed him against the wall, growling and snarling and begging him not to tell anyone.

wait how is will the one freaked out, here?! shouldn't matt be the terrified one?! and on some level, he is, definitely. his heart would break out of his chest and flee if it had the ability, because every cell in matt's body is self-serving... so it's him freaking out, reassuring will no- no way, man, i'm not telling anyone, i swear! you're safe with me, haha..!? because god it would be such an embarrassing way to die, being mauled by his unglamorous coworker

maybe matt thinks, somehow, it'll end there. like oh okay he'll just forget what he saw. but when he sees will again, a few days later, will kind of makes it impossible to forget. i think will kind of attaches to matt even more bc of it. like you seriously won't tell anyone, right? and matts like I. YEAH. I'M NOT PLANNING ON IT PLEASE STEP BACK bc he's lowkey convinced will is gonna wolf out and bite his head off or something

I dont know how it transitions to love. i just have to bank on the idea that matt isn't immune to a giant puppydog 😭LMAOOO it's the typical "matt ends up caring for him because he's SUCH an earnest guy that even someone like matt warms up to him" and "werewolf shenanigans" like aww wolfwill showing up at matt's door if he needs help.. cute... and "matt kind of wants that freaky monster dick" <-Who said that Like i dont know. it's fun. it can be fun. matt scritching wolfwill's ears and beinglike what the goddamn happened to me

all the tiny things. matt recognizing how strong will is when theyre training and how hot he is (like temperature) and how the jumpiness isn't totally unjustified, he's probably got higher senses... just all these things matt is noticing about him and he's like fuckk why do i care-_- fuck my stupid gay life-_-

#don't ask me how juan or adrian fits into this they never fit into my willmatt plans

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percontaion-points · 7 months ago

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EAOD chapter 5

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Chapter 5

[After 4 pages of Liz being lost in the painful memories of shame and embarrassment of being unable to shift]

I hated the way this was making me feel. All the shame, embarrassment and anger I'd grown up with. I tumbled through the snow, furious at Christian for doing this to me.

Babygirl, the only person who is forcing you to think about all of that pain is you.

"After that, we had several tests done on Sophia and found out that she had a genetic disorder. She couldn't carry a baby to full term."

I am once again asking what her end goal in trying to separate Liz from the dragons is. Like she keeps claiming that she wants to help the dragons to not die out. Yet Liz is like “Okay, so I found out that dragon/wolf hybrids always end up producing dragons!” But then Sophia punishes Liz, and hides Emma and her kids away in a government black hole site.

We get it: you’re a jealous bitch. Stop hiding your shit motives behind altruism.

A large chunk of my thigh was gone. My skin and muscle was shredded. The rag was soaked red in seconds.

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"You're going to be the worst when you go into labor! You couldn't even handle a little bullet."

I’m sorry, but if there’s ever a time to be crying and cursing is when half of your thigh is violently shot off.

I shook my head. "It's only a couple days away. How bad can it get in two days?"

Chapter 5 summary: Liz goes for a run in the snow, gets lost in her painful memories of basically her werewolf pack making fun of her for being unable to shift. Something kind of clicks inside of her, and she’s able to shift on command.

Later, she and Christian get into the hot tub. Christian tells her that Sophia lost three babies before they were born; the last was almost full-term. After that, they found out that she had a genetic condition that made all of them die. And that finding that info out is what turned her into such a raging bitch. Christian goes on to say that when Liz’s dad was still working with the dragons, he’d treat Sophia nicely (vs her own father, who used to beat her to “build character”. WTF). Liz is like “She could be acting like my sister. Instead, she’s choosing to be a total bitch because…??? My dad was once nice to her?”

They then start to get hot and heavy. Before they start banging, Christian stops and begs Liz to choose him and only him. However, this is a goddamned reverse harem! She has to have her cake AND eat it too! She chooses each and every single one of them!!

The next morning, she goes out for another run to make sure that yesterday hadn’t been a fluke. However, she’s able to shift, and we waste even more time following her as she runs through the forest.

But then a bullet tears through her leg. As Christian carries her back to the cabin, he says he thinks it was a racist hunter who shot her. However, they’re worried because the wound isn’t almost instantly healing as it should be. He tells her to take the cursed ring off, but Liz is determined to be stupid about the entire thing. She’s also like “My fight with Sophia is only 2 days away! How bad can things get!” Famous last words, babe.

#elizabeth alpha of dragons #Fated Alpha series

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ofwrxth · 6 months ago

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Jakob waves a hand to dispel her protest. "It's okay, Clo – I promise I'm only slightly offended," he teases with a shrug, even if his expression says he's not offended in the slightest. He snickers at her recollection too and holds up his hands in self defense. "I bet you get it all the time for work, thinking about your smile, but the moment you start thinking about it, it becomes a full on freak-fest. I was smiling like the Joker for weeks." Jakob laughs, recalling the way the eighth grade photos hadn't turned out any better. He'd been so in his head about remembering everything his image architect had told him that he'd forgotten to just act natural.

"Ah yeah, Switzerland. So glad we're Swiss and not Swedish," the witch deadpans with a slight smirk. "It was good. But you know, family is family." And he's not ready to tell anyone about what they found out about his. "I think we're all glad we went. Henrik's speaking improved too. Now he doesn't sound like a complete Yankee when he tries to speak Swedish." His nephew's slurpy accent had diminished slightly, to the point that Jakob could actually understand what he was trying to say now.

"Ah, yeah, makes sense. I bet she'd prefer him hanging around that Eric Barnes and, shit, what's his familiar's name? Tyson the baboon?" Jakob laughs now, thinking about how the witch had clung to Hazel at the last party they were all at, the monkey not leaving her alone. "Good thing Noah was there," the werewolf had scared Eric shitless when he wouldn't leave his sister alone. "I'd say I'd do the same for Nina but she's kinda got the look that kills down pat." He says with affection of his older sister. Jakob shakes his head. "I wouldn't have left you hanging. This place is just a labyrinth. I kinda feel like Zari looked up most confusing penthouse layouts in NYC and decided on this one."

He steps up to order her drink, and one for him, leaning against the bar as they wait. "She's hilarious for that. Real clever. And it's got me thinking about who else has put magic in their music or even like, think of Morgan Freeman narrating anything? Tell me that's not some magic shit." he conjectures with a grin, giving a quick thanks for the drinks once they're handed over and stepping away. "Well, cheers, another pink party in the books, Chloe." She might seem nervous but Jakob thinks they're doing just fine in the grand scheme of exes interacting. There's a reason they were friends to begin with, and he thinks she knows that too. He'd rather be friends than not talk to her anyway.

'no, no really. it's not creepy. it's not.' chloe reassures, her head shaking and then nodding to him as she monitors her tone. too much excitement and she'll sound weird, not enough and she'll sound sarcastic. it never used to be this difficult, did it? a quick laugh slips free at the memory, and she can't help but take it as a good sign that jakob revisits their long history. 'of course. i remember you practicing in any reflective surface, too.' chloe chuckles, nodding in agreement about the kennedy next. 'she was still saying she went to switzerland the other day.' she says with amusement, but then tilts her head, her hand raising and nudging jakob's arm with the back of her hand. not realizing the contact until seconds after it already happens, she clears her throat. 'how was that, by the way? sweden, i mean. bella said it was fun, but hasn't said...how fun?' and chloe would be lying if she said she wasn't slightly curious as to why ines didn't join them.

she laughs at jakob's little spiral, as if it wouldn't be something that previously brought a comment from her. just stick to one thought, it'll be easier. i bet ines doesn't say that. chloe's eyes move to liora, giving the familiar a smile but noticing how the stout is nowhere near as expressive with her as she used to be. 'oh erm...' she looks back to jakob at the mention of arlo. 'i think he's sticking around hazel, actually.' she says, her own familiar intangible as he hovers around keeping tabs on those he and chloe care about.

'i don't think she finds it that weird. you both give brother energy to her anyways.' the belcourt shrugs, but her smile grows just slightly wider at the nickname. and also as now, jakob mentions another memory. she knew it, he must miss her. there's no way four years just evaporates into nothing. 'i remember that, too.' she nods, a warmer expression now. 'i thought you went home.' chloe laughs, recalling how she texted him and receiving a i think im in a closet or another apartment as a reply. does he remember that? or does jakob remember that her next response was well come back to where we are? because now she's remembering that, and the thought makes her frown momentarily. 'oh i'll just have a spritz please.' chloe nods, hands resting on the bar as she glances through the party. 'oh, yeah. bun's been back for a while now but you know what she's like.' just because bunny is in new york doesn't mean she's back. 'well, hopefully, they'll use the tracks that don't have the horny magic in them.'

#jakob.#jakob w. chloe 001.#lol i wrote jakes #but ig that's better than writing felix #bc i dont actually write him ahahhaah #also this is literally the same length just diff para breaks

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wandabear · 2 years ago

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Finders Keepers (but keeps it forever) - Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf F!Reader

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

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Silence was present all the way back to home. Y/N kept her gaze lost, trying to remember something about the night before -a month ago- but nothing came to mind.

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Yelena was with her at all times, even when the crestfallen Y/N kept silent, coming home and seeing that everything stays the same, except that the dust was beginning to gather due to her absence.

Her apartment had always been a cozy place, quite quiet, but now it felt empty.

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The brunette looked around, feeling the absence of her beloved feline friend. “Where’s Artemis?”

The absence of her adorable white cat caught her attention, whenever she entered he came purring and stroking her leg with a unique devotion. Home… looked empty and dusty, completely abandoned.

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“Natasha is taking care of him.” The blonde kept hands in her pockets, feeling a little guilty about it. “On the third day where you weren't answering my calls, we came to see you and he was here alone… So we took him, until you come back.”

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“I see.” She looked down. Dust on her feet; she abandoned her little friend. Artemis spent a month without her and she still couldn't even figure out why. Images of her cat crying came to her mind, walking around the house alone, looking at the door waiting for her.

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Yelena noticed her friend's sadness and said quickly: “I can call her, I'll tell her to bring him later, if you want.”

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“No.” Y/N's voice faded sadly, realizing one of the most painful things in her life. “Tell Nat… to take good care of him, please.”

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That sounded even weirder to Yelena, but she didn't say anything. What was happening to Y/N? What was so important that she left Artemis, the only thing that she always took care of with her own life since she found the little guy, abandoned on the side of the road.

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“What is it? tell me, do you need to talk about it?”

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Y/N heard Yelena's voice behind her, making her to turn around.

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“No, I’m okay.”

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Almost as if that answer disappointed her, Yelena nodded and pursed her lips.

Her heart sank deeply to see her best friend, that girl she known since elementary school, looked and acted like a completely different person.

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“Y/N, you're not okay.” Finally Yelena snapped, getting close enough to see what Y/N was hiding so much with a scarf.

A scar ran down part of her neck and her jaw.

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“What happened to you? Just tell me.”

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“What do you want me to say?” Said the brunette, completely exhausted and defeated. What could she even say to her? She didn't know what happened.

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“The truth.”

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“I don’t know it!” Y/N snapped, the brunette burst into tears. A desperate cry, scared, confused. Y/N began to walk around the apartment, trying to hold on to what little sanity she had left. “I don't know where I've been all this time!”

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Yelena's jaw dropped, scared and worried for her. She hesitated a moment, trying to get closer to Y/N but she just moved away. Y/N's breathing came faster, clearly seemed to be having an anxiety attack.

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“Y/N…” Yelena whispered taking her hand, trying to lead her to the couch so she could sit down but Y/N let go again, wasn't hard, she was even taller. They had always joked about how fun it was to see them together, the height difference had always been a constant joke between them.

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"I can't remember…" heavy breathing, Y/N tried to move from side to side looking for an answer, but it was impossible. “I know it but at the same time I DON'T! It's killing me inside.”

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The Russian finally managed to get her friend to sit down, took Y/N's hands to help her down the anxiety.

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“Y/N, easy, okay? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, медведь. I thought you left and…” Yelena cooed. Carefully, she hugged Y/N who snuggled her face against Yelena’s shoulder. “Shh… I'll help you. Just… try to count from ten to one… That's it… Take a deep breath…”

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Silence reigned, only Y/N's soft sob could be heard while her friend stroked her hair. “I promise we'll find out what happened to you, sestra.”

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Slowly, the brunette's breathing calmed down. Y/N kept hugging the blonde one until she decided to walk away from her, feeling a little better.

She wiped away the tears and settled down next to Yelena, ready to speak.

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“There’s something you should know.” Y/N said fearfully, those teary eyes betraying, you could see the fear in them. The fear of being rejected, the fear of discovering a terrifying truth and being left alone in this cold world. “I can't remember the night I disappeared, but... when I woke up... I wasn't alone.”

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About some hours later, Y/N was still pacing back and forth but this time a little more thoughtfully. Accompanied by a large cup of tea, she cast her gaze out the window, completely losing herself at the midnight rain.

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The rattling keys managed to get her out of all those nightmares that flooded her mind. Y/N approached terrified, somewhat hopeful, but definitely curious to know what she expected so much.

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“So?...” she finally said, noticing how Yelena left her car keys on the table. Beside her, Natasha reached out to hug Y/N.

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“Yelena told me what happened.” The redhead placed a small kiss on her friend's forehead. “I promise you that soon we will know the truth.”

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“We went to that place you said... the cabin.” Natasha's younger sister sighed and looked up from her. Those eyes said it all, the confusion and seriousness in the blonde wasn’t something usual. “Natasha came with me.”

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“Did you saw the… bodies?” Y/N swallowed hard and sat down on the couch, but Yelena shook her head. Natasha walked over to sit too.

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“Y/N… the place was on fire when we got there. Firefighters were trying to put out the fire. Luckily we were able to get closer to sniff around…”

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“Thanks to you being a detective. Not because we're lucky.” Yelena joked, but even though she tried to liven up the moment, the three of them felt the tension around them.

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“The fire completely consumed everything.”

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But what they said made no sense. Or so Y/N told herself, uncertainty spreading like ivy on cold stone.

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“That can’t be true.” Y/N hesitated. “When I left…there was…the place was…”

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“Y/N.” Natasha's calm voice caught Y/N's attention, and for a moment, she feared that her they would treat her like a crazy person. Or had she really lost her mind? “We couldn't do anything, the fire spread and devoured everything."

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Fear ran down her spine, ending with a stab to the heart.

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“That can be true! I was there! I swear I'm not lying!” Y/N repeated, fidgeting again but Yelena stopped her:

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“We think someone did it, and I suspect that its the same person who kidnapped you.”

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“Hey, Y/N, we believe you.” Natasha added, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. Trying to make the brunette believe her, and really understand that she wasn't alone. At all.

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Almost as if it was a balm comforting a deep wound, hearing that they didn't think she was crazy made Y/N feel a little better in all that chaos. But also guilty.

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How could they support her if they didn't even know if Y/N had hurt those people? Now she will never know who those people were.

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“How do you know it wasn't me?” Looking down, Y/N simply felt like she was in a chaotic stormy ocean. Forever.

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Natasha sighed. “Was it you who set the cabin on fire?”

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“No...” Y/N answered, remembering the bodies in that place only caused a discomfort inside. Could still feel the scent of blood filling her nostrils.

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Natasha nodded slowly, seeing Y/N's concern and pain was genuine. She wasn't going to deny that for a moment, when Yelena told her what happened, she doubted but seeing the brunette like that… said it all. “Then someone else did.”

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“You're not alone in this, okay?” Yelena nodded and moved closer so she could rub her best friend's back, trying to show some support. “We will be with you. All the way.”

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And suddenly, those words made her heart beat again.

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“Thank you.” Y/N whimpered and then bit her lip, keeping from crying again. “Thank you for this... I really don't know... I don't know what I would do without you.”

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“Now the important thing is to investigate. I'll try to find anything in the police station, info about the place, incidents in the area or that night. The bad news is that it was the night of the fair and… well, everyone was busy with it.” Natasha made a face. “I'll go right now.” Natasha got up to be able to leave, but not before hugging Y/N again. “Don't go out alone and take care of yourself. Okay?”

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Y/N nodded and watched Natasha walk away from her, but not before saying to Yelena:

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“Don't tell anyone about this. Not even Kate. I'll call you when I know something.”

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But as the days passed and things remained the same. Natasha's investigations hadn’t advanced too much, the cabin was on forest preserve land. There was no body to identify, which left them completely confused. Was Y/N losing her mind? Was she being the victim of some narcotic strong enough to make her imagine all this?

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The brunette spent her days hiding from everyone, staying away from everyone she loved, especially Wanda.

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Wanda… The one who hadn't stopped sending texts toher. Who for a month worried about looking for her, calling her, sending texts every day wanting to get an answer from Y/N.

Until finally, tired of not getting an answer and realizing that she was ghosted, stopped texting and calling.

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Y/N unlocked her phone and searched through her messages for the Sokovian's name.

The last message had been a week ago, where Wanda had sent:

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‘I hope you’re okay… It's sad that it's ending this way. I thought this was different… that you were different, but I understand. I feel like a fool… anyway. You should have been honest with me. Take care, Y/N.’

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A sigh got away from her lips, and a sting deep in her heart. How could Wanda think that she left her? She was crazy about Wanda. She was totally and completely in love with Wanda Maximoff, come on, that made no sense at all.

But she couldn't blame the Sokovian for thinking it. Apparently, whoever was in the business of ruining her life that night and making her lose a whole month, had also been in the business of taking clothes from the apartment and leaving a note saying ‘I'll be gone for a while, I need space’.

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How come nobody noticed? Did no one really doubt that she wouldn't be able to leave them? It wasn't even her handwriting!

Her fingers danced on the screen of her phone, trying to write the most coherent message that her mind could form, but after three lines, she deleted it completely again, noticing that nothing she was going to write made sense.

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What if the best way to explain her situation was… just talk about it face to face? No. Nat said that she should stay away for a while until they were sure that nothing bad would happen, she couldn't risk leaving Wanda as an 'accomplice' or ‘partner’ in whatever that happened.

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Y/N sighed deeply, closed her eyes, and just placed her phone on the table in front of her.

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The scent of steaming coffee filled her nostrils in an exquisite way. Lately her senses become surprisingly sharp, though she didn't notice it too much.

She took the coffee and drank some of the dark liquid, hoping it would bring some calm to the stormy ocean inside her.

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Y/N spent her days trying to find information about memory leaks, losing time and although many of them only led her to really crazy theories, others with an urgent appointment with a neurologist, others seemed to lead her straight to a dead end.

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Two hours passed since she arrived at that cafe, Natasha sent her some videos that she got from security cameras near Pine Barrens. The only thing she could do was watch two more hours of recordings, at night, in very poor quality.

But one of the recordings caught her eye.

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3:26 AM … the night she disappeared.

A Ranger truck had driven down the road at a speed she thought was faster than usual. Y/N stopped the recording and tried to zoom in on the plate when her phone rang.

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INCOMING CALL

UNKNOWN NUMBER.

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She frowned.

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“Okay, what the hell...” Y/N whispered looking at the screen.

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Hesitated for a moment whether to answer or not, seeing that there was no one around to hear. Should she do it? Natasha didn't say anything about calls.

Taking one last breath and some black liquid courage, she answered the call.

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“Hello?” Her voice sounded hesitant, but firm.

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“How do you feel?” a female voice was heard from the other side, an American accent or maybe she was faking it.

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“Who are you?” The brunette straightened up, trying to show herself fearless. For some reason, she felt that whoever was calling wasn’t far away.

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“Someone who wants to know how you feel today. Do you feel hungry? Do you feel hot? Fever? Do you feel... full of energy?”

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Y/N narrowed her eyes, confused. “Who are you and what the hell do you want?”

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Silence was heard from the other side.

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“You have something to do with me, right? You have something to do with my abduction.” Y/N looked around her again, this time a little paranoid perhaps. “The police don't know anything… but I swear they will know and I will find you, if you don't give me the answers I want right now.”

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“There’s no need for threats.” Said the mysterious woman, her voice showed how calm she felt. Y/N swore that she could hear the joyous song of a bird. “I'll see you at the Natchios Library at 45st … 30minutes. Section D, ask for volume #135.”

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And when she was about to think about telling Yelena, the stranger continued.

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“and Y/N… Alone. Just you. No tricks.” She added and then ended the call, leaving Y/N even more confused than she was before. The brunette just took her laptop, finished drinking her latte and left the coffee shop as fast as she could.

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Took about thirty minutes to get there due to traffic, Y/N looked at the facade of this old but huge bookstore before entering. The smell of sandalwood reached her quickly, she could notice how the receptionist lit some incense to 'brighten' the place.

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“Hi… excuse me, I’m looking for section D…” Y/N leaned against the desk with a friendly smile.

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The girl answered with a smile, accepting Y/N's ID and then handing her a card that she would use to get into the library.

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“Umh… I was thinking… looking for volume # 135… ” Y/N kindly asked, and in the same way, the receptionist told her that she should go up through the door and continue to the second room.

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Nodding, Y/N followed the directions until they reached the second room.

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“She said volume #135...” The brunette whispered to herself as she searched through the huge shelves full of books.

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As she walked through the place, the lights dimmed and the volumes grew a little darker and a bit spooky.

Y/N arched her eyebrow when she caught a glimpse of the name of one of these.

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“Mythic beings: spirit art of the Northwest coast.”

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“What the fuck is this? Yeah, I should have told Yelena to come with me.” Grunted under her breath, definitely the environment was quite peculiar and she didn't feel comfortable with it at all. She finally found the book the woman asked, carefully removing it from its dusty home.

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“Unfathomable and mystic beings; the doctrine of spirits, angels, beasts and demons from the Middle ages until the present time.”

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Y/N just frowned, at that very moment her phone rang when she received a text from the same unknown number.

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«Sit down and read a little, don't be shy.» Received.

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That message made Y/N stir a little uncomfortably, someone was definitely watching her and she didn't like it. Again, she cursed herself for not bringing Yelena with her.

Y/N Took a seat at one of the lonely tables, her face was illuminated by a warm and soft light. She opened the book but regretted doing so. The pages, one darker than the other, contained information she would never have imagined reading in a book. Although most of the words were in Latin, the images were quite creepy.

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“Is it a good read?” a female voice asked, one that Y/N quickly recognized and forced her to look up. In front of her sat a girl in her thirties, wavy dark hair that contrasted with her pale skin. Lips were pink and a bit full, light brown eyes and a sweet-scented perfume.

It wasn't what she expected, but nothing surprised her anymore.

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“A little creepy if you ask me...” Y/N swallowed hard and closed that book, watching and analyzing that woman.

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“I’m Julia. You can call me Jules.” She introduced herself by holding out her hand, but Y/N just looked at her doubtfully, as if she was afraid that something bad was going to happen to her just by touching her skin.

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“Y/N.” There was no need to shake her hand, she told herself.

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“Okay, mucho mistrust, I see.” Jules widened her eyes and teased, taking her hand away.

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“So… you're the woman on the phone. What do you want?” She tried to look ready to defend herself if necessary.

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“To know you.” Jules crossed her arms and leaned on the table. “Know how you’re feeling lately.”

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“Why do you care? Have you been watching me, you creep?” Y/N narrowed her eyes. “What happened to me that night? What did you do to me?”

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“I didn't do anything to you.” Jules hissed and glared at her.

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“So tell me what the hell do you know, why am I here?” That sounded like a request and not so much like a demand.

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Jules sighed. “Something like that, it's... more complicated than you think.”

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“It was you, who held me back all this time.” Finally, Y/N dared to be honest with her, to look into her eyes and seek the truth.

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“Oh no, stop right there.” Jules wrinkled her nose and took that book, without further ado, beginning to look for one page among many. “I didn't kidnap you, I was the one who saved your ass.”

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Those words confused Y/N even more, if that was possible. In a way, knowing that Jules hadn't been the one to hurt her made Y/N feel slightly better, but not much. “What are you talking about?”

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Jules kept flipping pages over and over until she found the right one. She looked up to see Y/N's.

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“That night, the night I found you in the woods, was one of the strangest nights of my life. And let me tell you, I have seen some really weird shit in the woods. But the important question is: are you sure you want to know?”

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Y/N swallowed hard. “Please, tell me.”

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“As I told you, my name is Jules and I found you. I am a ranger… a New York State Forest ranger.” Jules sighed and leaned in to continue whispering. “I worked in that area for five years. The night the fair was held, the fireworks scared so many wild animals that lived in the area. The organizers of the fair didn’t have the permission to hold the event in that place… Well, the ideal answer would be that they should not. But they did it anyway, with money.”

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Y/N didn't say anything, just listened carefully. What did that have to do with her disappearance?

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“We have a pretty precarious surveillance system, as you can imagine. Some camera traps, to analyze the wildlife of the animals.” Jules licked her lips, before continuing. And for some strange reason, Y/N could smell the smell of fresh coffee on these.

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“That night, one of the silent alarms in my area went off. I was in my cabin when I heard the fireworks. Hours later, the howls of one or more wolves were heard in close proximity, which seemed quite strange to me.” She seemed quite sincere, Y/N noticed that she also seemed a bit nervous. “We're in the Pine Barrens, not the fucking Rocky Mountains. The weirdest thing I came across was a group of satanists, and that was scary!” Jules joked.

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“So I took what I needed, a shotgun with tranquilizers, I took my truck and drove two miles until I reached one of the nearby clearings. And what I found in that clearing, under the full moon... was a wolf, devouring the neck of a girl who seemed to resist with all her might.”

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A look of terror was reflected in Y/N's eyes, Jules's words sent a shiver down the spine. As if the memory of her remained inside, in her body, in her scars.

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“I shot to the sky to scare off the wolf, I got out of the jeep...” The lost look and the way Jules was saying it, Y/N knew she hadn't hurt her. Appearances could also deceive her. “The wolf ran away I took your body, put it in my truck and took you to my cabin.”

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“But that was the same night you found me.” Y/N frowned. “How come I disappeared for almost a whole month? Leaving behind my family, my friends, my life…”

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“I'm not done yet… Since that night, you were very close to dying. The wolf ripped your throat out.” Jules remembered that scene so disturbing and painful. “I healed you day by day, I closed your wounds the best I could, and I was grateful that you healed much faster than normal. But I still couldn't let you wake up, you just did it to eat something and fell unconscious again from the pain.” Jules sighed. “It was as if something inside you fought not to do it.”

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Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing, what was all that bullshit? And although she didn't want to believe it, she wanted to think that they were completely meaningless vile lies, Y/N shifted in the seat because in some way…deep inside, she knew that this stranger was right.

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“Why didn't you call the police? Or an ambulance?”

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In those moments, Jules looked down with some sadness and Y/N knew that there was more, something that this girl wasn’t saying.

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“Because the best thing I could do for you…was to help you myself or put a silver bullet in your head.”

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Those words, as sincere as they are painful. So straight that it made Y/N swallow hard, that sounded too harsh and a little… startling.

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“A… s-silver bullet?” she hesitated.

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Jules narrowed her eyes somewhat surprised and also suspicious, was the brunette so closed to accepting the terrifying truth? She leaned in to stare at Y/N. “You really can't feel it, Y/N?”

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Jules's gaze, so penetrating, seeking the truth on those lips. Y/N felt somewhat uncomfortable, something in her was refusing to believe and accept that reality.

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“Every time the sun goes down, something in you wakes up.” Jules began, almost like a sigh. “Lately you feel more agile, better mood, you wake up with more energy. But you also need more adrenaline.” She added in a somewhat playful way: “And of course you feel hungrier than usual. Much more than normal, and I don't just mean food.”

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“How do you know that?” Y/N could have sworn that for sure, she would look pale as milk. How did she know that?

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Day by day, she felt a huge improvement in her metabolism and her mood. She felt agility, but an enormous hunger. And maybe a little more horny.

And as if Jules knew that she would respond that way, the girl took that book and turned it on the table so that Y/N could see it. She could read the same stuff on that page, and what Y/N saw made her blood run cold. Those images… nothing made sense.

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“The shot I scared the wolf off with... was a silver bullet. It's something that... we always have to carry. Dont ask me why, they just make us do it.” Jules pointed out one of the most accurate drawings in that book, where they perfectly portrayed a man and next to him, a wolf. Lunar cycles, some Latin phrases that Y/N couldn't understand. “You're hungry, you feel a little more… excited than usual. Especially when the days go by and the full moon arrives… Those days you will feel like a goddess.”

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She pursed her lips, That didn't sound so bad, did it? Y/N could see some compassion in her.

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“Until the wolf takes control.” Jules finished, causing a shiver in the brunette.

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Of course Y/N wasn't going to show fear or any kind of negative emotion, the first thing her body and her mind could do was let out an ironic snort.

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“Werewolves don't exist.” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She wasn’t going to accept such completely incoherent nonsense.

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“We are what we are, Y/N.” Jules looked down at her and for the first time, Y/N felt that she was being honest.

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“We…?” The brunette swallowed hard. “You too?” Y/N cleared her throat. “I mean, I'm not saying I believe this because... it sounds like a big pile of shit, wasting my time so I don't go to the police station and file a complaint for kidnapping and drugging me for a month.”

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Silence reigned for a moment until the stranger spoke again.

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“Unlike you… mine was… unavoidable.” As she told that she looked a bit nervous. Perhaps the best way to tell her the truth was… to lie to her. Possibly the only time Y/N didn't suspect she was keeping something from her. “I was born this way. But my dad taught me how to survive in a harsh environment like the one around us, and now you have to do it this time.”

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“Do what?”

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Shaking her head, completely exhausted from how close-minded Y/N was being, Jules pushed the book away and pointed to the page for her to see.

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“Check it out. Read what you will become, the damage you will cause to everyone you love if you decide to stay. If you decide not to listen to me.” She tapped the page with her finger. “Read it.”

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Werewolves: The Legend of Lycanthropy ㅤㅤㅤ

“…werewolves are, according to some legends, people who morph into vicious, powerful wolves. Boodthirsty beasts who cannot control their lust for killing people… It’s unclear exactly when and where the werewolf legend originated… Many so-called werewolves from centuries ago were in fact serial killers…

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“Okay, I have to stop here. This is crazy and you are out of your fucking mind.”

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"Y/N, keep reading damn it!"

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“…Though the full moon was originally only one of many possible causes of lycanthropy, it was the one that stuck in the public's mind. Today, many people still associate the moon with werewolves and madness. Centuries later other methods were said to create werewolves, including ‘being cursed, or by being conceived under a new moon, or the best known was being bitten by one of these. A cursed and infectious bite.”

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Y/N swallowed hard, feeling heat in her scars.

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“ It was also widely believed that werewolves could dress in a special, protective wolf skin, though they had to remove it at daybreak and hide it. As a human being. The signs of infection are not clear and specific, many report having felt an enormous hunger… Stronger beating hearts and an agility worthy of a nocturnal beast. The curse always ends with blood, and it is always is not from the wolf...”

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Y/N stopped quickly, feeling enormous anger and deep fear at the same time, shook her head and shoved the book at Jules. She would never accept that. She would never hurt those she loves.

She would protect Yelena, Kate, Wanda with her life...

Her beloved Wand.

She would give her life for Wanda.

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All this was wrong, everything was a product of the imagination of that unknown woman who had come to ruin her life. What kind of creepy fantasy was that?

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“I'm not a werewolf.” The firmness in her voice made Jules sigh, what a stubborn one. “I am a girl who has been kidnapped, drugged and you’re completely crazy. You need to go to a psychiatric hospital, stay there for a long time because you’re not okay at all!”

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The last words were stronger than expected and it could be seen in Jules’ discomfort.

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“First, ouch, that's not right. You can't say that to someone, no one gives you the right to call me crazy and send me to a mental hospital like you're the fucking Freud, Y/N. That’s not right.” Jules scolded her but a bit annoyed too. Those words had gone deeper than Y/N thought. “And second... Werewolves are much more common animals than you might think, Y/N.” Without further ado, she took a small object from her pocket, took Y/N's hand, dropped it on it as if it were a small gift.

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Y/N's eyes widened as that metal touched her skin. The pain, deep and stabbing, the brunette hissed in pain and tried to move away from her, but Jules forced her to close her fist, squeezing the little metal tightly.

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A silver bullet.

Painful and deadly.

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“Sure, of course! Everything will be fine until you have werewolf morning. Waking up like it's a vodka hangoverm but it's going to be blood on your fucking walls!” Jules hissed in annoyance, angry, the helplessness and pain of just imagining it made her blood run cold. And although her heart sank at the sight of Y/N's teary eyes from pain and surprise, the pain and terror in Y/N's eyes said it all, but she had to understand. If it wasn't for the good... it would be for the bad.

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“…And you will pray to god, to every god, that blood was yours. Like the one in that cabin.”

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Those last words, spoken like a whisper to the wind, Jules let go of Y/N's hand and watched as Y/N dropped the bullet in desperation.

Jules closed the book hard enough that he released a small cloud of dust.

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“Now you’re cursed, you must deal with it, Y/N.”

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Y/N looked down at her to see her palm, as damaged as if she'd dropped a hot poker on it. Red, burned, and sore skin.

That hurt, but the reality to which she now had to get used to hurt more.

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“Now choose, 'cause it's time to go.” The woman with prominent lips got up from her seat and with the book in her arms, she took a few steps back, waiting for Y/N to do the same. “The people in that cabin were hunters, and we didn't kill them. Someone else did... I had to set it on fire or more would come for us.”

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But Y/N didn't, she just stood still watching her hand still.

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“ ...Where?” Y/N said barely, with a small voice. When she looked up, Jules could see the confusion and fear. As if she were a child abandoned to her fate, without a home, losing everything. “Where we will go?”

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“There's a lot you need to know, a lot you need to learn... and this is not a good place to do it. New York is not for people like us.” Jules winced and started to walk towards the door but she stopped to see Y/N who hadn't moved.

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“What am I going to do now?” her voice cracked, her world was falling apart. Confusion, feeling terrified, curious and alone. All the feelings drowning her deep.

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Somewhat sadly, Jules just decided to be honest. “You can only move forward... and protect the ones you love.”

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But time passed and everything seemed to be just… punishment. That's what it was, her life was destined to carry an eternal punishment.

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Lycanthropy, a curse she had to bear since the gods decided her fate. She was doomed to never see the moon the same way again, to leave everything and everyone she loved. Because every time the full moon rose this Earth, Y/N would turn into a horrible, thirsty monster. And every time that happened, every time her bones broke one by one, every time her cells destroyed and regenerated into a vicious animal, she would begin to hate her. That beautiful moon. Completely forgetting that last night where she could see her with Wanda, holding hands, snuggled together.

The pain, the exhaustion, the hopelessness. She would hate every Full Moon, to the point that she now would forget how much she ever loved it.

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Tired eyes, lonely eyes.

ㅤㅤㅤ Feeling like an infection that would spread across the Earth, a legend no one would remember.

Jules become a great ally in all that chaos. At least they had each other, tried to learn about themselves. They became great friends and it was something that she lacked. Friends.

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Since that day where she met Jules, Y/N stopped answering Yelena's texts and calls, convincing herself that the best thing of all was to get away from her and everyone, taking care of them that way.

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But there are several ways to kill those you love.

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A sigh escaped from her lips as she watched that scene that tore at her heart apart.

Sitting in front of that cafe, Wanda used to go every afternoon to drink a delicious cappuccino, write for her column or just chat with Natasha or Monica Rambeau.

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From across the street, Y/N watched her beloved Wanda and adjusted her black New York Knicks cap, trying to not be recognized.

The Sokovian looked so beautiful, that brown silky hair, styled in the most adorable way.

Did she still smell of raspberry and hazelnut? She missed it so much.

So much so that she ached deep within her soul, a scar that she would never fully heal.

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Why? Everything was going perfectly. They started dating, her love was growing exponentially... Why did life put such a painful obstacle in her way?

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The sound of a chair moving next to her let her know she wasn't alone.

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“It's her?” Jules voice made Y/N look down, a bit guilty. She hadn't told Jules that she was coming to say goodbye to Wanda. She didn't want to be scolded for that, she just wanted to suffer alone.

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“Wanda?” Jules asked curiously again, seeing how the adorable green-eyed girl smiled at what Natasha said. She looked gorgeous, she was wearing a nice light blue shirt. Her hair was slightly shorter and light brown, so adorable. Now she understood why Y/N was so crazy about her. “She’s really beautiful.”

ㅤㅤ

“She's more than beautiful... she’s my everything.” Y/N smiled wistfully and decided to hide the pain on her face by drinking some coffee.

ㅤㅤ

“Sorry, Y/N.” Jules whispered noticing the sadness in her face. Since she met Y/N, the brunette always spoke of Wanda with a unique devotion, so much love for that girl. “She looks like an amazing girl, everything you told me about her proves it.”

ㅤㅤ

“She is… It's okay.” Y/N licked her lips. “I would do anything to keep her safe.”

ㅤㅤ

“She will be. I know you want the best for her.” Jules put a hand on Y/N's shoulder, trying to support her.

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Even more when suddenly, a tall and somewhat handsome boy approached Wanda to talk to her. She smiled and blushed, they seemed to know each other, especially when he handed her a bouquet of flowers. He was wearing glasses, that blonde hair combed perfectly, blue eyes like precious diamonds. Looking like an honorable man… everything unlike her.

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Natasha decided to go, leaving them alone.

In the silence, you could hear Y/N's heart break completely.

ㅤㅤ

“He doesn't know that she loves daisies, doesn't like carnations very much…” An open wound that throbbed and bled deep inside. “But he seems nice, his name is Jarvis. Some people call him 'Vis', don't ask me why.” Y/N swallowed hard, hoping the pain in her chest would pass soon but it was impossible. “Apparently she met him two weeks ago... he approached at a party that Monica dragged her to.”

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“Mmh.” Jules just pursed her lips, sadly. Surely that would be devastating for Y/N. “She doesn't look that happy though. There’s no sparkle in her eyes like in the picture you have on your phone screen.”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N smiled sadly, at least Jules was trying to make her feel better as she could. “You can't see her eyes from here, dummy.”

ㅤㅤ

“Yeah but I'm not blind either, I can see it from here, wolf eyes, you know?...” Jules smiled too, they both got up and left some money for the waitress. “Are you sure you don't want to say goodbye to her?”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N hesitated but decided to shake her head.

ㅤㅤ

“It's better this way, you were right.” Taking a deep breath, she looked at Wanda once more with a wistful gaze. “I think if I got close to her, I wouldn't be able to let her go anymore.”

ㅤㅤ

Leaving her heart behind, the brunette began to walk through that coffee shop to finally leave. The day was cloudy, some drops began to fall making people to rush and seek shelter from the rain.

ㅤㅤ

“I'm sorry you have to make such a horrible sacrifice, Y/N/N” Jules whispered.

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“It's like what you've had to do, right? With your dad and stuff…” Y/N put her hands in her pockets, walking beside Jules.

ㅤㅤ

Jules was quiet, she couldn't answer that. She couldn't lie to her when Y/N was being honest and sharing something painful with her. Maybe when she met her it was easy but now... Y/N was her friend. She deserved the truth.

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“What's going on?” the dark-haired girl asked frowning at her, noticing that Jules looked guilty. As if she was hiding a secret.

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“Wait…” Y/N finally caught on. She never thought about it, ever since they met, Y/N trusted her enough. “You said that you… you were born that way, your dad knew what you are, and that he had helped you and… That doesn't make sense.”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N looked at her still confused and hurt, waiting for an explanation, but continued a bit more: “That doesn't make sense, Jules, because that night where you found me… it was a full moon. It means that…”

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The brunette swallowed hard, noticing how Jules eyes filled with tears, but she avoided showing it, fixing her gaze on something else.

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“You lied to me… you were the wolf.” Y/N whispered, clenching her jaw. The fear turned into a colossal anger, an anger that was not going to be possible to endure and pretend. The silence between them was broken by car horns and laughter from a group of people near them.

ㅤㅤ

“No.” Jules finally said with her hoarse voice, breaking the silence and her heart. “Yes, I did lie to you... But not about that.”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N didn't say anything, just waited for the girl to continue. Jules cleared her throat taking courage and turned so she could meet Y/N’s eyes.

ㅤㅤ

“I was there doing my job, because I was a human and always have been… human.” The girl inhaled deeply. “I found you dying in the woods, I shot the wolf and it ran away. But when I carried you in my arms, injured, you woke up in a very… you seemed scared, as if you were defending yourself from something, so… you bit me.”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N's eyes widened. She didn't expect that, not at all. “Me?”

ㅤㅤ

“You bit me, you infected me, yes.” Finally the truth came out and it was not what Y/N expected. The rain began to fall, small drops dying against them. Jules started walking, trying to avoid a not very pleasant scene. “And I was very upset with you for weeks, trust me, it wasn't easy... until I decided to look for you so you could know the truth, and be safe. That wolf is still outside, it wasn't your fault neither mine.”

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“I’m sorry.” Y/N took her arm for a moment to stop her, both decided to take shelter for a moment under the roof of a store. “I would never hurt, I'm really sorry. I don't remember everything that happened that night, but I really… I didn't mean to hurt you.”

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Jules just nodded. What else could she do or say? It wasn't Y/N's fault.

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“I’m sorry.” Y/N repeated.

ㅤㅤ

“I know.” Jules whispered feeling better for having told her the truth. “And now, we're in this together."

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Y/N nodded. “What are we going to do now?”

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The rain kept falling and lightning lit up the sky of that cloudy city.

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“Well… My cabin is on fire and with it my job. We don't know who did it, so…” Jules sighed and took her backpack, adjusting it on her back. She began to walk again, trying to accept the rain rather than flee from it. Y/N hesitated for a moment to do so but finally, she walked next to her. “How about Wyoming? Yellowstone is beautiful this time of year.”

ㅤㅤ

Y/N shrugged. “I guess it'll do for blending in... There aren't any werewolves on the beach, right?” Y/N teased and to her surprise, Jules smiled too.

ㅤㅤ

“Only when we have vacations. And maybe on Halloween. Contrary to what everyone believes, we monsters rest on Halloween.”

They both left that place behind, not knowing that someone saw them. Wanda felt like her heart was ripped out with just one blow.

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silent-stories · 2 years ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

Summary: Maybe you found a cure for Dean, will it work?

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader

Warnings: blood, death, a bit of angst

Word count: 2312

First part here

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"So this will make my brother go back to normal?" Sam asked looking at a bottle with purple liquid in it.

"Do you doubt my abilities Samuel?" Rowena asked looking at him with a smirk.

Looking at the small object Sam held in his hands, you got up from the old motel couch you had been in for nearly five days.

Five fucking days. And they were too many, it seemed like an eternity had passed since you last saw Dean, and when you thought about the way you saw him last time you preferred not to think about it.

You and Sam contacted Rowena right after you told him about what you saw in the woods, but she only managed to brew the "potion" some time later.

You were terrified that it might not work, that you would never see your Dean again, that you would be forced to do what he asked you to do in his moment of clarity. At the very thought of it, a shiver ran down your spine.

Who were you kidding? You never would have.

"But..." You heard Rowena's voice mutter, bringing you back to reality.

"But what?" Sam asked, looking at her raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just saying that if you warned me as soon as your brother was missing it would be easier now." He said.

"Rowena, speak out." Sam said seriously.

"Guys, honestly speaking, I don't know how much is left of the man you know. It's been days and the last time you saw him he was already a monster. You don't know how he can be now. Will he recognize you? Will he try to kill you? You can't know. It could be a lot worse than the last time. And you have to get him to take that potion, are you going to convince him by asking him kindly? Good luck. " The redhead replied as she prepared to leave the motel.

"Dean is not a monster." You said quickly, feeling the need to specify it, walking towards Rowena.

No matter what he had become, what he had done, Dean wasn't a monster when he was a demon, he wasn't a monster when he had the mark of cain and you refused to think of him as a monster even now that he was a... werewolf.

It was weird to think of Dean as a werewolf now, you were hoping you could stop doing it soon.

Rowena looked you in the eye. "Honey, you have to accept the reality. He's not the Dean you know anymore and you don't know if he'll ever come back." She said.

"But he's not a monster." You repeated.

Rowena laughed and you felt the urge to punch her in the face, but you knew it wasn't a good idea to challenge her.

"Wait to meet him again." She answered.

"Okay, enough." Sam interrupted you. "Now let's go into the woods and get my brother back."

"He only shows up at night. You won't find him now." Rowena said.

"Relax a little, you seem tense." She said turning on the TV.

You were about to say some not-so-kind things to Rowena when the images shown on the TV caught your attention.

"Sam, turn up the volume." You murmured.

Although now the words spoken by the journalist were very clear you were able to understand only some parts of her speech, a thousand thoughts ran through your head and your heart started beating fast in your chest.

"Two boys, one of seventeen and one of eighteen, found dead in the woods while camping ... parts of their bodies are missing... animals ate their hearts ...we are waiting for the autopsies... probably wolves. "

You almost felt faint. Dean had killed two boys. He had torn them apart. He had eaten their hearts. Your Dean.

Rowena looked from the TV to you. "Were you saying?"

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For the second time in less than a week you found yourself wandering in the woods at two in the morning, hoping to find Dean, but this time Sam was with you.

Your hands were shaking and not from the cold as you plunged your boots into the mud that had formed from the rain that had started falling hours ago.

You pushed a strand of wet hair off your face as you heard the rumble of thunder in the distance, thinking it was a great idea to be in a fucking forest during a thunderstorm.

"Come on Dean, show up and let's sort this out." You whispered to yourself before you heard a rustle of leaves followed by a deep growl behind you.

You and Sam turned slowly.

"Hi Dean." You said watching the figure in the darkness advance towards you, his eyes shone like the ones you had seen a few days before but there was something different about who you were looking at now.

Maybe it was because he was slightly bigger than Dean, maybe it was the way he moved, maybe it was because you would recognize Dean anywhere, anytime and turned into any supernatural creature.

"Sam, he's not Dean." You whispered before the werewolf leapt forward, headed right at you.

You brought your hand to your gun but you knew you'd never have time to shoot before he hit you. You braced yourself to feel the weight of the werewolf throwing himself at you, but it never happened.

You heard a whimper immediately after a thud and looked up.

Dean was on the werewolf who was about to attack you and when his claws sank into the stranger's flesh, his scream of pain echoed throughout the woods. When Dean brought his fangs to the creature's throat, you felt his skin tear, blood spurting, and the werewolf stopped squirming under Dean's weight. He had killed him.

Sam lowered his gun and you thought he hadn't fired for fear of hitting his brother during the fight.

Dean moved from the lifeless body, walking slowly towards you as blood dripped from his mouth and soiled his already soaked clothes.

"Dean, we're here to help you. We have a cure." You said bringing your hands in front of you as if you were talking to a wounded animal.

The rain kept falling on you constantly and it seemed like it was not going to stop anytime soon.

He stared at you as a low growl left his mouth but from his eyes you could tell he was exhausted, the past five days couldn't have been easy for any of you.

And in that moment, what had just quickly happened hit you, and you understood.

Despite being cursed, despite being no longer human, Dean Winchester had saved your life.

When he took another step towards you, Sam appeared behind him and jammed a syringe with Rowena's potion inside it into his neck.

The idea was yours, if you couldn't make him drink it, you could inject it.

Dean stared at you for a few moments as his pupils began to return to their natural color and the yellow disappeared. You missed that green.

As he staggered slightly, his fangs and claws retreated, then Dean fell to the ground unconscious.

You watched him from above as rain fell on his dirty face, partially wiping off the blood and letting you glimpse the Dean you knew.

You let out a sigh, meeting Sam's gaze. You did it. You cured him.

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You had been back to the bunker for several days but it almost looked like Dean was still missing.

He spoke little and went out of his room the bare minimum, when you tried to stop him in one of the hallways to talk for a moment, he just said a "not now" and had not shown up for the next twelve hours.

You and Sam talked about it, he said maybe Dean just needed space and you had to leave him alone for a while, until he felt better.

The point was, you weren't used to leaving Dean "alone for a while", you were used to sneaking into his bed after he had a nightmare, to trying to make him smile after a hunt went south, to stitching him up every time he risked his life for you or Sam.

And these were the thoughts that occupied your mind that night, when you couldn't sleep and stared at the ceiling trying to figure out what you should do.

You left your room, walking through the bunker aimlessly and passing in front of Dean's room you found the door ajar.

You peeked inside, the room was dark and there was no sign of Dean. You also checked out the Dean Cave and almost every other room of the bunker, but he was nowhere to be found.

Eventually, you put on one of your jackets and, still wearing your pajamas, you left the bunker, closing the heavy door behind you.

It was dark outside, but not as dark as you would have expected, the full moon shone in the star-filled sky and made everything around you visible.

You saw Dean sitting on the ground with his back against a tree, holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand.

You sighed, approaching him and noticing the deep dark circles under his eyes and a cut above his eyebrow that hadn't quite healed yet.

You thought it was beautiful even so, but you dismissed the thought quickly, it wasn't why you came there.

Dean looked up at you.

"I can sit here?" You asked calmly, pointing to the space next to him.

He nodded and you took your place at the foot of the tree, you both stared at the moon for a few moments while a silence, filled only by the sound of the wind rustling the leaves, fell between you.

"I know you saw the news that day." Dean said after a few moments.

"What are you talking about?" You asked.

"The two dead boys. I know you know." He replied placing the bottle that he still held in his hands on the ground.

"It was you?" You asked.

"Do you think it was me?" He asked in turn.

"I don't know Dean, you've talked to me like once since you are ... yourself again." You said honestly.

"If I told you the truth, would anything change between us? Would you look at me differently? Would you look at me like a killer? Like a monster?" He asked, his hands were shaking slightly.

"Dean, you're my friend. It won't change how I see you. It wasn't you, it wasn't your fault and ..." You started saying before you were interrupted.

"It was me." He said. "The boys were two, the werewolves were two. I killed one of the kids." He whispered.

"Dean, I'm so sorry." You said placing your hand on his, without even thinking about it.

"That's the fucking point, Y/N. You shouldn't be sorry, you shouldn't try to make me feel better. You should hate me, you should be angry, furious." He replied moving his hand away.

"It wasn't your fault. You weren't yourself, you couldn't control it." You said firm, he didn't speak for a few moments, so you did.

"I've never thanked you." You said. "You saved my life."

"I just attacked, I followed my instincts." He responded quickly.

"No, that werewolf was headed towards me. You could have joined him or attacked Sam, but you stopped him. So thanks Dean, for saving me." You said.

"God, you're weird." Dean replied with a short, low laugh.

"I'm sorry?" You asked by raising an eyebrow.

"I just told you I killed a kid and you are thanking me." He answered.

"Because it wasn't your fault and because despite being cursed you still protected me. You always do." You said sincerely.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered after a few seconds.

"It's okay." You responded as you stretched out your arms to hold him in a hug. You felt the heat of his body against yours and thought you missed having him so close.

"Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for always being there." He whispered in your ear before lifting his head from your shoulder and meeting your gaze, his face a few inches from yours was illuminated by some rays of the moon and that allowed you to see the cute freckles that covered his nose.

"And tell me, if I kiss you now will it change the way you see me?" He asked, you could feel his breath on your skin.

"Only for the better." You answered before Dean closed the distance between your lips and kissed you for the first time. A real kiss, a kiss you had dreamed of for what seemed like years.

When Dean broke the kiss, he leaned his back against the tree trunk again, putting his arm around your shoulders and pushing you against his chest covered by a soft flannel and you felt more at home than you have ever felt in your entire life.

"You know, sometimes I still feel the need to get lost in the woods. And there's ... this weird connection with the moon that I don't think will go away anytime soon." Dean confessed after a few moments, moving a lock of your hair that had fallen on your face.

"For the part of get lost in the woods, I can't guarantee you anything but looking at the moon? We can come here and look at the moon anytime you want. I'm here for you." You answered shifting your gaze from Dean to the full moon shining in the dark sky.

"I know. You are always here for me." He replied leaving a kiss between your hair.

That night you and Dean just stared at the moon in silence for hours, enjoying each other's presence.

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missroserose · 2 years ago

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Whumptober Day 3: Impaled

“Sam! Sammy. Stay with me. Sam—”

Sam’s eyes flutter open. There’s something wrong, something big—big as his body, not-right like his body (bigger than Dean, Dean’s his big brother, he should never be bigger than Dean)—something in his body. It’s not painful, really, which should be good except that it’s not; it’s that blunted edge, the adrenaline-dulled oh shit sensation that tells him something really bad has happened, Dean’s words fluttering haplessly nearby—

“Dean?” His voice feels rusty, though he can’t have been dazed for long; they’re still in the cave—the lair—the ghoul had thrown them around, not fun but not unusual; he’ll have bruises tomorrow, he always does, Dean teasing him she must’ve been a wildcat in bed, Sammy, was that as fun as it looks—he hopes he hasn’t cracked a rib, he did that once he was eighteen and they fought a werewolf, went off to college with a sharp pain in his side every time he breathed deep for months—

“Sam. You’re gonna be okay, you hear me? I’m gonna get you out of here.”

Dean’s using his don’t-you-dare-argue-with-me voice, the one that makes Sam marshal his thoughts into an argument on instinct, frustratingly fuzzy as they are. “You and what—” He tries for a moment to think of the word, images of people carrying supine figures on stretchers, before they slip through his mind, desert sand through an hourglass. “—pallbearers?”

“Don’t you fucking say that, Sammy—” The ragged edge of desperation in Dean’s voice wakes Sam up a little, forces his focus, and he finally manages to look down, and see the jagged end of wood sticking out from his lower abdomen. Gut wound, his brain supplies, clinical, detached.. Probable perforation of lower intestine. Survivable with access to proper treatment. Otherwise, likely death due to either blood loss, infection, or sepsis.

“Hey. Hey.” Dean snaps his fingers, gets Sam’s attention, goes back to whatever it is he’s doing—winding frayed rope around wood, scraps from the ghoul’s lair. “Remember that time with the naiad, when you got caught in the water and twisted your ankle and I had to carry you out of the cave? You couldn’t have been more than fourteen, but you were already growing—God I wished we’d found the thing the year before, when you were still a skinny little stripling—”

“Fifteen,” Sam says, because clearly that’s the most important thing right now. And then, “You shoulda researched. Naiads can cause flash floods. Since they’re. Water spirits.” The words are becoming slippery, thoughts tangled like cooked spaghetti.

Dean waves a hand, goes back to whatever he’s doing with the wood. “Whatever, you were already a Sasquatch then—”

Dean, Sam tries to interrupt, but his mouth doesn’t want to form the word.

“—how much more of a Sasquatch can you be now? Give me a minute to get this sledge together—”

Dean—

“I’ll drag you out again, get you fixed up—”

“Dean.” The word finally makes it out, importance breaking through the muzziness that’s settling over him.

“Yeah?”

Sam has to line up the syllables, make sure he can get them all out in a line. It’s important, he knows, though the why of it all has receded into the mist.

“‘M not sorry.”

“‘Course you’re not, ‘cos if you hadn’t distracted that watery bitch when you did, she’d’ve turned me into Dean soup, and then you’d’a grown up without such a handsome bastard of an older brother—”

“No. About—now.” The words are thick on his tongue, and he swallows. “Thirteen months ago. Came with you when you asked. Almost didn’t.” He pauses, takes a breath, a stab of pain somewhere in the vicinity of his diaphragm. “Not sorry. Was eighteen months...I almost missed.”

“There’s gonna be plenty more.” Dean’s voice has changed, from ragged cajoling to desperate confidence, that certainty that he can make things happen by sheer force of will. “Don’t you give me those puppy eyes, Sammy, you’re not gonna be rid of me this easily.” Thumps resonate through Sam’s head, as Dean knocks together a couple pieces of wood—or maybe that’s Sam’s heart, beating with wild gratitude at the way his brother’s glaring at him, as if daring him to even try dying—

“Don’t want to leave,” Sam manages, and though his eyes have closed he can almost hear the expression on Dean’s face change, the pause in the thumps as he processes this. “Knew it could end like this—but it’s worth it—”

“No.” That resolution again, quieter now, certain—the ragged desperation gone, the joking gone, nothing but pure reality, the world changing solely to accommodate Dean’s view of it. “No, Sammy, we’re not gonna end like this. Remember what you told me once? We’re heroes, and heroes don’t die like this.” Dean’s by his side now, grasping his hand. “So just hang on. I’m gonna get you out of this, and I’ll get you to the hospital, and we’ll get you a shitty motel room, and I’ll find a gig to make some money and you’ll watch shitty cable TV and bitch at me every day when I bring home dinner.” Sam can hear the smile. “It’ll be a great vacation. Just…stay with me, okay? Promise me.” The grip grows abruptly tighter. “Promise me you’ll stay.”

Sam manages to flutter his eyelids open, shapes his lips around the words. Hopes that the sudden warmth and pressure in his chest is solely affection, and not some new symptom, hemorrhaging or—he focuses on Dean’s eyes, on the certainty in his face. “HBO,” he finally says. “Not shitty cable.”

It’s worth the effort, the way Dean’s face lights up. “For you, Sammy? I’ll get us Cinemax.”

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charlotte--kensington · 1 year ago

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Thanks for the tag, @nalidyne!

Below the cut you'll find (relatively) short excerpts of my Halloween fic, a gift fic for @nalidyne, and chapter 5 of my Persephone × Hades AU respectively - just some snippets I enjoyed in particular.

Silver Chains & Chance Encounters

With a sound much too alike with that of nails on a chalkboard, the werewolf skidded to a halt on the uneven road, a staccato of high-pitched screeching-sounds that felt as though they should have made Alfred’s ears bleed. If possible, the beast looked even more furious now. Crap.

Doing his best to dodge those two inch claws that still did their best to bring Alfred within two inches of his life, he began circling the chain above his head. He just barely escaped the attack of that wannabe Wolverine (the Hugh Jackman one - the animal might have been ferocious, but something told him it didn’t quite compare to a fully grown werewolf).

“Okay dude, I asked nicely. I gave you a-” he began, only to be interrupted by yet another growl, followed by a howl that could have come straight from some old Hollywood flick. Charming. “First of all, rude. Second, as I was about to say - I gave you a chance. This is on you.”

He let go, and as though in slow motion, the delicate silver chains slung themselves around the beast’s body, digging through fur and into the skin underneath. There was the faint scent of burnt hair and charring flesh. Alfred wrinkled his nose, pulling out one of his last tranquiliser darts. Handcuffs or not, there was no way in hell he would manoeuvre this one back to the precinct without having dinner first.

Fine, this wasn’t how Alfred had meant things to go, far from it, to be completely honest. He’d meant to sneak up and do this the neat, easy way. Perhaps he should have anticipated this - seven months in London had taught him that the city didn’t like neat or easy.

“Sleep well!” he chimed, then he pushed the dart into a spot above the werewolf’s shoulder.

Starcrossed

Her eyes wandered along the dark skies, over the myriad of stars glistening above, the images that had become so familiar to her and those that had not. When she looked back at the moon, it felt almost as though it was mocking her, taunting her with how brightly it shone.

“You know, one of my books says people used to wish upon the stars in the past, before the sun disappeared. All kinds of things… Money. Children. Health…” Amelia stared up at the moon, at the crescent shape that hung in the sky like an open palm, amidst stars to hold. “It’s stupid, really. To think a star would do anything to help you achieve what you ask for.”

With a glance back down, down to where more and more lights flickered and faded, she continued. “I guess it isn’t any more stupid than talking to you, if I think about it. What are you meant to do anyway? It’s not like you are listening to begin with.”

She laughed, but there was no glee in the sound. Desperation maybe, exasperation. Amelia looked at the moon, and though she knew it wouldn’t reply, though she knew her words were no more than a whisper on the wind, she spoke up once more. “I guess I am stupid too…” she murmured. “If you’re listening, I do have one thing I wish from you. Send me somebody. Send me a person I can love as much as I love the night, somebody as beautiful as the stars.”

Pomegranate Seeds

Arthur had gotten used to the way his day's in the mortal realm went by.

The ever-altering rhythms of life above ground did not change, or so he had found. Life before death was an array of shifting patterns that remained the same nonetheless, no matter the time that passed. Years might go by, but ebb and flow would toy with the oceans of his brother's domain all the same; decades came and went but the wind still swept across the planes and the mountains, carding through blades of grass like fingers through a lover's hair. Life began and went on all the same without the god of the dead, as unceasing as his imprisonment itself.

The Fates had proven to be as conscientious as ever. They had kept up with their immortal duties even throughout all of this - still they influenced the lives of deities and humans alike, and once more Arthur could not help but wonder whether they were the ones to blame for his current predicament. Not that it mattered in the end.

The Spinner, youngest of the three, didn't care that he was gone. She created lives the way she always had, threads in the never-ending tapestry of what had been, material for that, which was yet to be. Her sister, the Weaver, spun the events of their lives all the same, even as the scissors of the eldest sister, the final, the Unturnable, cut no longer.

As long as the throne of the last realm remained empty, as long as the kingdom of the dead was without a ruler to preside over it, so long the blades of her scissors would stay dull. Without her, without Arthur, the threads of life grew ever longer. They tangled into knots where there should be none and they came apart where they had been woven so tightly before. Without him, they went on endlessly.

Until the imprisonment of the god of the dead found its end, they could not find theirs.

So... Yeah. Snippets. I hope you liked them! I may or may not have limited myself to just three of my WIPs because I always struggle with tagging people, but this one goes out to @officialarteamissing and @hwsforeignrelations, if you want! Two out of three ain't bad, right?

Tagged by @alifeasvivid!

Posting some WIPs and tagging as many people as WIPs posted and let people ask questions about them,, I guess??

Slowly working on a Halloween piece and a 2pnyo!usuk piece ✌️

Tagging @gohe1090 and @charlotte--kensington cuz I'm curious but feel free to ignore this haha 👉👈

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topazy · 3 years ago

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In the shadows

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Warnings: swearing

Chapter: 1.02

“A werewolf?”

“Yeah!”

“You're trying to tell me that my friend Scott McCall is a werewolf?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

Stiles threw his hands up in the air, frustrated by the fact that you didn’t seem to fully understand what he was saying. “Yes! The long claws, glowing eyes, and hairy body type of werewolf!”

“So he turns into a wolf?”

Stiles glared at you, unimpressed, “you're just screwing with me now.”

You let out a chuckle. You could always count on Stiles to make you laugh. You opened your mouth to speak, but Stiles cut you off by raising his finger, telling you to wait while he pulled his phone out. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel while he waited for someone to answer, “Scott, Scott, I told Mori and she doesn’t believe me.”

You heard a muffled voice on the other end say, “I told you she wouldn’t.”

Stiles glared at you again, “She’s looking at me right now, laughing! Get over here and show her your glowing eyes and claws!”

Scott sighed, “Where is here?”

“We are outside Mori’s house.”

“I can’t just shift in the middle of her street. What if someone sees me?”

You roll your eyes while listening to the two of them. You squeezed Stiles' arm lightly to get his attention back on you, “Thanks for the lift, Stilinski, but I gotta go.”

You kissed him on the cheek before getting out of his jeep. Stiles rolled down the window, looking furious. “This conversation isn’t done!”

“Whatever,” you smiled, before walking into your home.

—

You spent the rest of your night working on an art project that was due by the end of the week. You needed to make something that you could ‘put your emotions into,’ so you chose to paint a very detailed forest at night on canvas.You weren’t sure if emotional was the right word for it, but something about the image gave you chills.

Hearing the tapping at your window, you frowned. Milo was definitely not getting in. You had ignored all his calls and texts and were seriously considering asking Stiles to really put barbed wire around your window. Your bedroom was downstairs and faced onto a side street, so it was perfect for sneaking in and out of, but you’d rather give that up than be pestered constantly.

When the tapping continued, you rose from your chair and stormed to the window, throwing back the curtains ready to curse Milo out, but stood stunned to see it was Scott.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You asked, confused. Scott never snuck into yours without Stiles.

He avoided eye contact with you, “Y/N, something- what is that?”

“What’s what?”

“This?” Scott walked towards your painting.

“Oh, it’s a project for school. It’s just a forest,” you shrugged.

He shook his head, “Stiles wasn’t lying before. I am a werewolf. I got bitten by an alpha in a forest that looks a lot like that.”

You snorted out a laugh, “okay, sure.”

Feeling a slight chill, you turned your back on Scott to close your window, and when you turned back to face him, he was no longer human.

Your hand quickly covered your mouth to muffle the gasp that escaped your lips. His eyes were glowing, and his ears and facial features had changed. “That’s realistic,” you whispered. “How the hell did you do that in the space of a few seconds?”

“I don’t- I don’t know. I can’t control it,” he said, raising his hand.

You watched as his fingernails were replaced by claws. You looked at him, and saw the fear in his eyes. This wasn’t a trick. Scott was really a werewolf.

—

When your eyes fluttered open, the first thing you saw was your parents and Scott staring at you. All of them looked worried.

You sat up slowly, “What happened?”

“Oh honey,” your mother knelt beside you.”Scott found you passed out on your bedroom floor. Thank goodness he dropped by when he did, otherwise you could have been left laying there for hours.”

Guilt built inside you as tears formed in your mom's eyes. It was an unspoken agreement that nobody disturbed you when you were working on anything for school. You’d eat, sleep, and shower when you’d finished.

“I’m going to make you an appointment with a doctor first thing in the morning.”

“I'm honestly fine, mom. I’ve probably just stood up a little too fast or something.”

“Nonsense,” she said, helping you stand up. “I’m making that appointment. I don’t want you to walk around with an underlying illness.”

Your eyes met Scott’s, as you silently pleaded for help. “Mor…Y/N just tell her what’s really going on,” he said softly. Scott turned to face your concerned looking parents. “She skips lunch almost everyday to study. She never takes a break.”

Your dad shook his head, “Thank you for telling us this, Scott. Our daughter has a tendency to push herself too much.”

Scott nodded before saying he’d see you at school the next day.

While your parents fussed over you, one question kept repeating itself inside your head. What the fuck just happened?

—

“Hey.”

You slammed your locked door shut and glared at Milo, “What do you want?”

He looked down at the ground and said, “Tonight is the first real game of the season. I was just wondering if you are going.”

“Yeah, I’m going.”

“Cool,” he lifted his head with a smug look on his face. “So I’ll pick you up after the game, and we can go back to mine.”

“Listen,” You picked your bag off the ground. “I’m going to support my friends. That’s it.”

“Are you serious?” He hissed. “Don’t tell me you are still pissed about what happened the other night.”

You shook your head. “You haven't even apologized. Until you do, we are done.”

You walk down the hallway without glancing back at him. With everything you’d learned the night prior, you didn’t need the extra drama.

—

“Hi, Y/N How are you?”

You smiled at Stiles' dad, who sat down beside you. You liked Sheriff Stilinski. He always tried his best for Stiles. “I’m fine, Mr. Stilinski. How’s work?”

“Busy, but I’m sure my son already told you that.” He said, with a slight chuckle. “Here’s hoping he gets to play.”

It wasn’t surprising how full the bleachers were; almost all the players' families had turned up to support them. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves, aside from you and Stiles. He gave you a quick summary of how anger could trigger Scott into turning.

“Should he still be playing?”

Stiles buried his head in his hands and let out a sigh of frustration. “I’ve already told him it’s a bad idea, but he still wants to play.”

Stiles looked back at you when Jackson roughly shoved Scott aside to get the ball. You frowned. It had become obvious the rest of the team were deliberately keeping the ball away from Scott so he couldn’t score.

The rest of the game seemed like a blur until Scott finally scored a goal. You let out a loud cheer and jumped into the air.

The electric energy you felt stayed as Scott scored three more goals, winning the game. When everyone else from the bleachers ran into the field, you ran towards Stiles.

"Oh my god, he did it!" You yelled, jumping on Stiles and hugging him. “I can’t believe he actually did it!”

“Me neither- wait,” he looked over your shoulder. “Where did he go?”

—

“Stop!” You whispered, “I can’t go in there with you.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and said, “Nobody else is in here.”

“What if somebody is getting changed?” you argued.

“Then I’ll cover your eyes.”

Stiles' comment was laced with sarcasm, and against your better judgment, you followed him into the boys' locker room. Just as you were about to turn a corner, he put his arm out and blocked you, “What’s wrong?”

He pointed towards the showers where Allison and Scott were kissing. Feeling awkward, you slowly stepped back, almost tripping over a bag, but Stiles caught you just in time.

A smile found its way to his lips, as you stood straight again. You both stood in silence until Allison left.

Scott noticed you standing there and walked over with a massive grin on his face. “I kissed her.”

“Yeah, we saw.”

“She kissed me back.”

You nudged Stiles with your elbow and shook your head. This wasn’t the time to tell Scott what Mr. Stilinski had just shared with you. He looked so happy, and you didn’t want to be the reason for spoiling that.

“It’s fine,” Stiles huffed. “We can talk later.”

Scott reached out to him. “No, wait. What’s going on?”

“The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found.”

You were still dumbfounded by your friends' finding half a dead body and hiding it from you. At least that and Scott's turning into a werewolf explained the way they had been acting recently.

“And?” Scott asked.

“The medical examiner determines the killer of the girl to be an animal, not human. Derek is a human, not an animal. Derek just got let out of jail.”

Scott looked worried. “Are you kidding?”

Stiles stiffened beside you. “No, and here’s a bigger kick in the ass. My dad ID’d the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale. She’s Derek’s sister.”

—

"Bye guys," Scott said, jumping out of Stiles' truck.

You climbed from the back seat into the passenger seat and waited until Scott got into his house. “If I ask you something, promise you won’t laugh.”

Stiles nodded.

“How many times does something weird need to happen before it becomes a pattern?”

His brows raised at the question. “It depends; define weird.”

“Well, there’s this guy.” The moment the words come out of your mouth, Stiles looks disinterested. “I keep seeing him in different places, and he’s always staring at me.”

“He’s probably one of Milo’s creepy friends trying to get up the courage to hit on you.”

“I don’t think so. It’s a different type of stare.” A sigh left your lips, “whatever. I’m probably just being paranoid.”

“What is he looking at you like?”

You thought back to the man’s cold glare. At first you thought it was a coincidence, but after seeing him multiple times at school, when you’ve been out jogging, or walking to a friend's house, you knew the man was spying on you.

“Like he wants to rip my throat out.”

Stiles pulled out his phone. “What does he look like?”

Your brows pull together, “dark hair, early twenties. His eyes were very blue. Why?”

You didn’t get an answer immediately, until Stiles turned his phone to you. “Is this him?”

You recognised him immediately, “Yeah, that’s him. Why? Who is he?”

“That’s Derek Hale, as in the man who murdered his sister and just got out of jail, Derek Hale.”

Your breath caught in your throat. What the hell would he want with you? The worried look on Stiles' face didn’t make you feel any better. “What do we do?”

Stiles turned to face Scott’s house, “Did you hear all of that?”

You looked up at Scott’s bedroom window to see him standing there. He nodded.

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nmikaelsonimagines · 3 years ago

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Dangerous Liaisons, Part One: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Could you do a imagine where it takes place during 3x14 (the mikaelson ball) and instead of caroline the reader gets the dress and the invite from klaus and shes part of the scooby doo gang and preferably a werewolf and klaus likes her and has been watching her, the reader knows hes piqued an interest in her and shes lowkey attracted and when klaus leads her away they have a moment but get caught by damon or stefan or caroline?

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

Want to see more? Find the rest of the series just below:

Dangerous Liaisons

Y/N knew that if her friends found out who had given her the ball gown she was wearing, they wouldn’t approve. Not that she cared all that much, other things playing on her mind, feeling beautiful for the first time in a while.

She didn’t know how he knew her size, her style, but it only made her more interested in him, more intoxicated by the villain - the ultimate bad boy - who seemed to have a desire for her. What someone like him could want with an ordinary werewolf like her, she didn’t know, but there was a part of her, a part of her that had only grown larger since the arrival of the dress and the note asking for a dance tonight, that was desperate to find out.

Y/N smoothed her hands over her hips as she walked into the Mikaelson mansion, eyes wandering over the architecture, the crowds. The formality of it all was like something out of a fairy tale, a modern day Romeo and Juliet, hypnotising everyone who walked in. She could see her friends, see Elena on the arms of both Damon and Stefan. Y/N resisted the urge to laugh, secretly hoping that the Gilbert girl would just make up her damn mind.

She turned her gaze away, searching, searching, and then she found him.

The man who had sent her the dress, the man she was supposed to be afraid of, the man she couldn’t help but look at in awe.

They always said the Devil would come in the form of the thing she most desired, and Y/N felt her heart beat rapidly as she looked at Klaus Mikaelson. He stood there, talking to his guests, looking the perfect image of civility. Y/N had seen the monster that lay beneath the golden curls, the deep blue eyes, the jawline that sloped just so. Her friends were afraid of it, wanted to kill it.

Y/N, on the other hand, wasn’t scared, unable to stop herself thinking about him in those moments she felt most alone.

He was dangerous, and Y/N knew that in wearing this dress, in coming to the ball tonight, she was only treading on broken glass. But she didn’t care, not when he turned, spotting her from across the room, his lips parting as he took her in.

His eyes never left her as he walked over to her, and Y/N couldn’t move, feet stuck to the floor. Paralyzed by the being that was Klaus.

“You look lovely.” His compliment had the heat rising to her skin, her heart threatening to burst from her chest. She smiled at him, a small smile that would only have been visible to those close to her, to Klaus. She should have thanked him, should have been polite, but from the corner of her eye, she could see Damon Salvatore watching the exchange.

Her eyes wandered over to him, and Klaus turned to follow her gaze. His eyes narrowed, and Y/N couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing when the hybrid smirked, earning another stony glare from the eldest of the Salvatore brothers.

Klaus turned back to Y/N, a glint in his eyes that made her want him more. It was typical of her really, to fall for the bad boy, for the person she was supposed to hate, and as much as she tried to be annoyed by Klaus’s arrogance, she couldn’t bring herself to.

He had never been anything but kind to her, and she ignored the voices in the back of her head screaming at her to go back to her friends when he held out his hand. “I believe I asked you for a dance, Y/N.”

“I believe you did.” Y/N inhaled when her skin touched Klaus’s, his hand in hers, the other on the small of her back. To her, it seemed to belong there, and she knew that she would feel its absence when the dance ended. She would miss the closeness to him, would miss the feeling of normality if only for a little while.

As the music played, as Klaus led her through the dance, Y/N forgot who he was for just a moment, and felt herself smile. Klaus smiled back at her, an expression that lingered when the music stopped.

“Come with me.” His breath lingered on her skin as he whispered in her ear, the voices in the back of Y/N’s head having returned, screaming at her not to go with him, tormenting her with reminders that he was the villain in her friends’ story.

Her friends’ story. Not hers. Never hers.

It was what she told herself as he led her onto the balcony, as he rested his hand on the small of her back once again. The warmth was familiar, and Y/N embraced it like an old friend. It was a better one than those she had, didn’t complain about the interest Klaus had in her, about the lack of resistance she seemed to show to it.

“It’s a beautiful night.” Y/N couldn’t help herself as she looked up at the stars, at the crescent moon. In a few weeks, it would be full again, and her bones would be breaking. As if he knew what she was thinking, Klaus frowned, and Y/N was conscious of how his grip on her tightened. She turned to him. “Klaus, why did you do all this?”

“Do what, love?” There was the arrogance, back again as Klaus tried to hide weakness behind a facade.

“The dress, the note, the dance. Why me?”

Y/N didn’t resist when Klaus hooked a finger under her chin, instead looking into those deep blue eyes that hadn’t seemed to leave her the entire evening. To look into them was to be stunned into silence, to look into them was to be turned to stone, to look into them was to know she was loved and it was better than anything she could have imagined.

“You know why, Y/N.”

And just like that, the world faded away once again. Just like that, Klaus’s lips parted, and just like that, Y/N felt herself leaning towards him. Just like that, she -

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Klaus leaned away from Y/N at the sound of Damon’s voice, his hand slipping from her back. She stepped away, looking over at her friend, the moment gone. “Elena’s looking for you. Come on.”

Y/N smiled apologetically at Klaus, who looked back at her with sad eyes.

As she followed Damon, she could only think of one thing.

She would have that kiss with Klaus, she would make sure of that. And from the feel of his gaze on her, those eyes still never leaving her, she knew he was thinking exactly the same thing.

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heliads · 3 years ago

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I Need a Savior

Based on this request: "A songfic for My Demons by Starset? Stiles and the reader are twins. She’s a witch and part of Scott’s pack. The reader helps Scott and the others get rid of the nogitsune and save Stiles."

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There’s a video playing on your computer. You’re sitting before it, knees tucked up to your chest like you’re a child right now instead of watching yourself as one on the screen in front of you. Your eyes are glued to the two playing figures as if they’ll find some way to save you from the mess you’ve found yourself in, as if by watching what you used to have you’ll be able to have it all back once more.

You’re not alone in the video. The four-year-old Y/N rarely was, and in this particular video her laugh is joined by someone else- your twin brother, Stiles. He’s racing after you in a grassy backyard, in the midst of some no doubt momentous game of tag. He’s shouting something at the top of his tiny lungs as he goes, something about how he’ll always get back to you in the end. If only you could make that same promise now.

The video ends, but you still sit there, unable to move. It’s barely been a few days that your brother was fully possessed by the Nogitsune, but the loss still cuts at you like a knife. Stiles is your twin brother, older only by ten minutes or so. You’ve never had to go without him for longer than a few hours- he’s always there, at home or at school or at your father’s station. This, knowing that he’s somewhere within Beacon Hills but utterly gone to you, is an entirely different kind of pain.

A knock sounds at the door, and you look up to see your father hovering in the doorframe. His attempt at a reassuring smile drops as he sees the video still up on your screen. “I thought I heard voices.” You sigh. “I miss him, Dad. I miss Stiles.” Sheriff Stilinski sighs, walking inside the room at last. “So do I. We’re going to get him back, though. Don’t worry about that.”

You throw your hands in the air, frustrated. “We don’t know that! We don’t know that at all. This is so out of our range that it’s almost crazy. I mean, you barely even started to believe us about the supernatural. You didn’t trust us that werewolves existed, and now my brother has been possessed by a spirit that’s thousands of years old. None of us have any proof that we’re going to get him back.”

Your father winces for a second, then his expression smooths over again. “I’ve heard what you said about all your other exploits with Scott. He never gave up on anything or anyone, and I know you won’t either. None of us are giving up on Stiles, and even if it means that we have to play the long game to get him back, we will. Sure, I may not completely get why Scott McCall went from a kid with terrible asthma to a werewolf, but I know we won’t leave my son behind.”

His voice twists slightly as he says ‘my son’, and you’re hit with the distinct memory that you’re not the only one grieving someone you might have already lost. Yes, you lost your twin brother, but the sheriff lost his son. You can’t snap on him completely. So, you close your laptop screen, forcing the image of you and Stiles away into the darkness, and stand up. “What do you say we get some dinner? It’s late and I’m hungry.” Sheriff Stilinski nods, accepting this best attempt at an apology, and heads back downstairs. You’re left in the dark again, alone.

You can’t help but think through the whole thing over again. Your dad’s right- there’s no way Scott or you or anyone else is remotely considering letting Stiles go. You’ve seen Scott before, and you’ve known him for almost as long as he’s known your brother, so you know for a fact that he won’t give up until your twin is back and as he should be.

Besides, you’ve got another tool in your kit that will help you rescue Stiles- namely, your magic. You are a witch, just like the women in your family before you. Well, just like most of them. Your mother, Claudia, should have inherited the power of the family coven, but the magic seemed to skip over a generation and it went to you instead. Your grandmother kept the power of the witches a secret until it manifested in you a few years ago. You’ve learned spells from her, and you’re hoping that you’ll be able to use at least one of them to save Stiles.

This, actually, is what you find yourself doing the next day. Scott calls you up early, saying something in a rushed tone about how he found an old story about a healing spell in some dusty text in Deaton’s storage. You head over there immediately, and are surprised to find that Scott’s spell just might work. It’s fairly simple, as spells go, but it’ll take a lot out of you. In the spell, you’ll be able to peel back the Nogitsune’s control over Stiles, but you’re not sure that you’ll be able to completely eradicate the spirit’s presence from your brother’s mind, you don’t have enough power for that. Then again, even a brief reprieve for Stiles may help you save him.

So, you, Scott, Lydia, Allison, Isaac, Kira, and the rest head down to where Stiles was last spotted. Derek’s waiting for you there, and he points wordlessly into the Beacon Hills preserve. “I think the Nogitsune is trying to find the Nemeton. He just went in there a few minutes ago.” You nod your gratitude, already slipping between the trees. You used to play in these very woods with your brother when you were small, doing your best to escape your father’s watch long enough to have some fun before the rules came crashing back down around you.

When you see Stiles at once, you almost wonder if you’ve stepped back into your memories. It makes no sense- surely, you should be able to tell that this is an ancient spirit and not your brother. You should know your twin by soul and heart and word, shouldn’t you? Yet, for that one moment, you want to run over to him, sure that Stiles has managed to shake the spirit possessing him and come back to you.

Then Stiles turns around, and you’re hit by a wave of utter wrongness. There’s no other way to describe it- this being is your brother in flesh, sure, but in nothing else. There is no soul in the eyes looking at you, no love or even familiarity in the gruesome smile twisting this thing’s lips. The body is your twin brother, but the mind, oh the mind is so far from being him that it’s almost repulsive.

The Not-Stiles leers at you from where he stands amongst the trees, taking a few steps towards you as if relishing your horror. “Ah. I see my sister has come to visit me.” You shake your head. “I’m not your sister. You’re not him.” The Nogitsune shrugs. “Well, I see I can’t fool you like the others. Unfortunate.” Scott and the others have reached you by now, and your old friend hands you a scanned copy of the spells. You take it wordlessly, although you notice that the Nogitsune’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly at the transferral of the document.

Seconds later, its voice rings out across the forest again, and you swear you can detect an almost nonexistentant strand of nervousness in the spirit’s voice. It’s as if it’s woven trepidation in with the usual array of emotions as it toys with Stiles’ vocal chords. “What’s that about?” You ignore it, beginning to read the spell. You can only hope that it will work, that it will clear the Nogitsune from Stiles’ mind long enough to speak with him.

You finish reading out the spell and stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. At first, it looks as if the spell hasn’t done anything at all, and then the boy in front of you that was previously not your brother spasms slightly, bending over at the waist. When he straightens, you know at once that Stiles is back. You run to him, unable to keep a slight sob from tearing its way out of your throat. “Stiles!”

He catches you in his arms. Stiles feels the same way he always has- your brother is well and truly back. He stammers at first, hand rising to his temples as if he can’t believe that he’s back in control once more. “Y/N- it’s me. I’m me.” You muffle another sob. “How are you? Are you okay?” A dark look crosses Stiles’ face now, so mute in its agony that you almost think the Nogitsune has come back to possess him once more.

“It’s bad, Y/N. It’s really bad. I keep trying to fight, but it’s like I’m going insane. Even now, I can feel it circling around me like a vulture.” He grabs at your hands now. “I need you to save me, Y/N. I’m becoming it.” You try to speak, but you can’t find the strength. Already, the power necessary to cast the spell is wearing at you; you’ll only be able to keep it up for so long.

Stiles seems able to sense this, and his voice takes on an additional note of urgency. “I need you to make everything okay again, Y/N. I can’t fight this forever.” You shake your head slightly, afraid to let him down yet knowing that you can’t do much more. “I’m not all-powerful, Stiles. I wish I was.” Something like a broken half-smile flits onto his face. “You’ve always been able to take my pain away, Y/N. Not like Scott, but because of you. We are one and the same, are we not? We’re twins. I know you can do this.”

The spell is clawing at you now, practically tearing you into pieces. You manage to fight it back. You can’t let him go yet- you just got Stiles back. “What can we do? How do I get you back?” Stiles looks panicked, as if he can physically feel the Nogitsune forcing its way back into his head once more. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I just need you, Y/N. Save me if I become this demon.”

Then you’re stumbling, lost in an intense thicket of pain. The spell is overwhelming you now, and through tears you release it, letting your thin veneer of control go once more. Scott and the others catch you before you fall, but you’re not paying attention to yourself anymore. No, you’re looking back at your brother, or the body of a boy that was once your brother. The Nogitsune is back, and all traces of Stiles can only be seen in his physical form once more. You feel like sobbing, like breaking down entirely, but you remember what Stiles asked you to do. You have to save him, and that is exactly what you intend on doing.

In the end, you do save him, along with Scott and the others. You barely have time to mourn Allison’s death before you’re plunged into yet another peril, this time to take the Nogitsune down for good. You end up separating from the pack as they go into battle, choosing instead to maintain protective spells around the area that will keep the Oni and other aspects of the Nogitsune from killing your friends. The cost of maintaining all of that magic is wearing on you, but you stand firm. When Scott calls out to you, asking you to give him one last ounce of strength or courage or anything, you do it. Anything to save your brother.

They come out of the school in the end. Walking with them is a dark-haired boy who’s been your friend since birth, someone who was there to take his first steps with you and make you laugh when no one else could. For a second, you draw back, terrified that after all of this the Nogitsune might still be lurking under some crevice of Stiles’ mind, ready to draw him back under again, but when your brother looks at you, you breathe a deep sigh of relief. It’s him. It really and truly is.

Before you can run to him, though, Scott is offering you a small container. “We trapped the Nogitsune inside it, but it could escape at any moment. Can you secure it?” You nod, the spell to contain the evil spirit already running through your head. A second earlier, you would swear that you didn’t have enough energy to levitate a feather, let alone trap a thousand-year-old spirit, but you’re not about to let any chance of harm come to your twin again.

When you finish the spell, you see Stiles straighten up beside you, as if one last chain binding him to the earth has been released, one final shackle broken. You carefully hand the now-bound contained to Scott, and wrap your arms around Stiles. He holds you tight for a second, then steps away, holding you at arm’s length as if he’s almost forgotten what you look like. “Thank you for helping me. Scott told me that you’ve been using your magic to save us.”

Scott nods fervently. “I don’t know that we could have done it without her. Her spells saved our asses several times over.” You can’t help but grin shakily at that. “I needed to get you back. Anything else didn’t really matter.” Stiles hugs you one last time. “Thank you, anyway.” You smile back at him. “Of course, we’re family. You’re my twin, I would do anything for you. Besides, you asked me to save you and so I did. We don’t have to be our demons anymore.”

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