#so I just shut the door and we're all three of us chilling

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

Why does my MIL have a dozen different kinds of lotion on her dresser???

[jazeswhbhaven]

A Successful Hunt in Heaven | React | Spoilers | Prologue

LETS GO YA'LL

First, let me say that this is completely different than Levi's Torture story and when I get a chance to read the rest of this???? I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a 10...

Cause let's jump in???

We start with the fact that MC is standing in front of a throne, everything is in white and angels are calling them Gabriel.

I was like???? AYO ARE WE GABRIEL???

It seems, that we are indeed Gabriel....

it's so good to see our angry bae again, even if he's cussin' us out

not that he can help it, we are literally Gabriel right now. but why the fuck are we????

SO it's flashback time and we're in Gehenna after a big battle. Three kings Mammon/Levi/Beel came to help out and the results were victorious.

Mammon is so that guy because if I were watching him lifting buildings with ease all day, I would. Lemonade in hand like those ladies watching the lifeguard at the pool.

So the kings are talking amongst themselves about Satan reacting to Mammon's saying of "how Gehenna is his so ofc he's gonna help" and Beel saying that Satan would headbutt him with his horns if he heard him and it's surprising that he didn't (foreshadowing??)

Mammon just loves to call his boyfriend small huh? Lol

We know Beel, you like to spy on us. Next you're gonna be randomly showing up when we're showering or something and be like HEY JUST CHECKING UP ON YOUUUUU.

My stinka boo. <3

Anyways....

Leviathan, give me one reason why I shouldn't box with you right now. One good reason other than the fact that I can't fight demons 💀

I ain't payin' you nary a cent back.

But yeah everyone starts to depart though, since the job is done and it's time for the devils of Gehenna to relax and chill!

I'm crying because I like how Levi and Beel's dynamic here is still "Ugh my dumbass best friend that annoys me sometimes" because He was getting onto Beel for being careless and making Bael work too much and Beel was like "Awh but you're closer to me :(((((" and Levi is like "Nah you got 6 other kings" skskskkskskksks And then he drags him away here? I love them your honor, their dynamic makes me crack up each time.

BUT now that this is over and done with we're at the PUB GETTIN' DRUNK LETS GET IT

Even Ppyong comments that he hasn't had a drink in a while and Sitri is over here yappin' about tea and how long it takes to brew compared to just pouring alcohol and throwing it in your mouth. Then a funny thing with Leraye happens...

I can hear him in my head and it's hilarious. Because Leraye why you sayin' it like this? lmaoooo

After being chided that he was being too damn loud in his ear and some other interactions from the other nobles, it's then realized that Satan actually hasn't been around in a while. No one has seen him in a couple days and I'm just like....wait ya'll just been doing whatever and not concerned that your King is literally not around for over 48 hours? o k

We then get Belial/Jjyu busting in the pub and saying there's an emergency meeting to talk about Satan's disappearance. Turns out Zagan and Belial noticed that Satan has been gone for a quite a while, Zagan being the first to notice and so he called the meeting. During this time when everyone is thinking of what's happening and what's going on, with MC thinking more about the "how this happened" rather than the "how can we fix this"??? There's a solution right outside the door.....

BUT FIRST

Paimon is so real because if a bead can shut up Jjyu it really does give us a reality check on how small he is lmao

ALSO POINTING WEAPONS AT THE DOOR? ITS ON SIGHT?

Oh.

oh.

That's my cat daddy right there.

I'm so happy we get to have Ronove content ya'll. And so randomly too. I wonder if we will get other Abaddon devils as a cameo in the other cards??? Hopefully? MAYBE?

So the nobles are wondering who called him there, and it turns out Zagan did.

And he was trying to say that from the beginning but since Ppyong wasn't looking at him, he couldn't translate. To which Astaroth is like "Just speak tho." LMAO

Anyways,

It seems the Abaddon devils love the thrill of danger. Dantalian also seems to love that to where he will literally put himself in harms way. But I mean I guess the devils there are just built different as they keep saying anyways.

So in order to save Satan though, someone has to go undercover as an angel. Problem with that is devils are unable to lie so if they were caught they would immediately just give up and admit they were sneaking in. But MC....

LOL this dialogue had me like??? OMG p l s. First...this is actually for once something I'd say, more in a joking sense even though this is clearly a serious moment.

I also love how Sitri was like "okay but the only thing you know how to do is lie, MC" and I was like...thanks Sitri thank you so much for your support you have no idea how much it means to me /s

But he's right, MC doesn't know how to do anything else which at this point damn we still don't know how to fight with magic or something??? Anything??

Thank you for letting us know this information Ronove. You are a treasure.

So, we end up seeing Ronove's power in action btw. How it works is that he says the words, and they work as long as he doesn't swallow.

R o n o v e

I do not need to know how you were eating food with your butt. Thank you sir. (why did I go there? Because it's a joke that's been done already in another media lmao so if you know you know) Honestly though if not his butt then probably made another hole somewhere or he ate through his dick who the fuck knows this is Hell and he's from Abaddon, anything could go.

He's so hot I'm crying. Like...I'm trying to imagine what a wet voice is and it's making me shiver in a bad/good way.

So his power is in action, he says "you will be an angel" and he pretty much spits in in MC's mouth and mixes it up and tells you to swallow. (reference my thirst post with him saying to swallow it)

So, there's no specifics to his powers. It works, but not the in way anyone would expect. This type of theme in most stories always ends up bad in some shape or form when the words are vague or broad. So yeah MC was an angel alright.....

So we were back in Heaven, and now we understand that MC is possessing Gabriel's body. I wonder if he's aware that's happening and he's internally screaming or if he's just kinda unable to do anything about it and is unconscious the entire time?

It's believable surface wise because everyone is falling for it, even Satan who was cursing and spitting on MC/Gabriel to point where they had to gag him.

Ngl, I'd have a hard time being into this "roleplay" too because he legit doesn't know it's MC so he hates them. It's kind of like a revenge mirror thing from Gabe's christmas card (i still have to do a react on that btw)

THIS????? FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gabriel needs to make those faces more.

But the entire time MC was pretending to be Gabriel I was like "GURL FOCUS" because they kept getting distracted by Satan looking fine as fuck in those restraints and that gag in his mouth. Which I mean??? EYAH but we're here to do mission rescue. But now we about to do some

Mission I'm going to fuck Satan as the angel he hates. And I'm so anticipating that Satan is going to react and sort of like it....SO YEAH YEAH YEAH INDIRECT WAY OF CXC

I did not originally ship any of the angels with any of the Kings or Nobles butttttt after I get my hands on the rest of this card story I'll be a believer.

Funny thing though is that I did in fact get the artifact for that discounted 250 pull they give us each time and it clearly is a reference to the key from Hellraiser which is one of my favorite Horror films~

we have such sights to show you

Okay but crossover of Kings as each of the different Cenobites when? Cause I need it.

[cinemastyles-backup]

BMWB

Summary: an anon request - “can you do a one shot where y/n is in the band and for some reason Harry and her don't get along and they end up fucking?? Like not enemies to lovers but more or like enemies to fw because they're so good at it ??? Pleaseeeee”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, lots of arguing, oral (both), fingering, biting, hair pulling, filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

MAJOR ASSHOLE FRAT BOY HARRY

"One, two, three, four." Harry screams into the mic and bobs his head to the music. I strum my base, close my eyes and tilting my head as I feel the music.

My eyes suddenly snap open when Harry starts to yell, "Stop. Stop. Fuckin' stop." I lay my fingers over the edge of my bass and sigh, "What now, Styles?"

I know he's talking about me, he's always talking about me.

He scoffs and shakes his head, "Are you even here with us right now? Because the he only thing you should be focusing on is getting the beat of the fucking song right. Jesus christ."

I roll and shut my eyes and take a deep breathe, "Harry. Chill out man. She was doing fine." Niall says setting down his guitar, "Maybe you need to ta-"

Harry cuts him off, "Maybe you just need to shut the fuck up."

"If you don't want me to pla-"

Zayn cuts me off, "No, y/n. You're the best bass player we've had, Harry's just having a bad day."

Harry shifts his weight to his left leg and puts his hands on his hips, "You know wh- fine. Take a fucking break, all of you."

He walks off the stage and throws his water bottle.

"What the fuck is his issue lately?" Louis says walking up, "Don't take it personal, y/n. Harry can be.." he trails off his words.

I sigh, "Egomaniacal? Asshole-ish? Cocky? I can stand here all day."

They laugh and I look over my shoulder, "I'll try and talk to him. If the screaming at each other stops call the coroner because I've strangled him with his mic cord."

I set my bass down gently and walk in the direction Harry went.

I look left and right and walk down the hall. I stop as I see Harry leaning against the wall. He turns his head towards me and looks away with an eye roll, "What do you want?"

"I want to know why you're all of a sudden coming at me?" I cross my arms, "We were fine and now yo-"

"Just go practice because you obviously need it." He pushes off the wall and walks towards me. I grab his arm as he goes past me, "No. I don't obviously need that, Harry. What I need, is for you to tell me what the fuck your issue is."

He laughs and tilts his head back, "Like I'd ever talk to you about what's bothering me. Go the fuck back to the stage. We have a show to get perfect."

He pulls his arm away and scoffs, "Don't ever fucking touch me again."

"Don't ever fucking yell at me again." I shoot back.

He stop waking and turns around, "Oh? So now you're the boss? Telling me what I can and can't do?" He walks up to me, "Let me tell you one thing, sweetheart." He leans in, his face an inch away from mine, "I'm the boss. You do what I say when I say it, hmm?"

I roll my eyes at him, "Mm. We'll see."

I step around him and walk back to stage. Before I enter back, I look over at him and smile, "You coming? We have a show to make perfect." I smirk and push the door open.

"Is he dead?" Louis asks with a slight laugh.

I shake my head, "Not yet." I pick my bass up and gently strum the strings. Harry walks in and everyone goes quiet.

"Let's get this fucking right." He says just loud enough for us to hear. He walks up and takes the mic off the stand and looks around at us, making sure we're ready.

"One, two, three, four."

——

"You guys are on in five." Liam, the crew manager says. I nod and finish applying my lipstick, "Okay."

"Don't fuck this up." Harry says leaning against the door frame to my dressing room. I look at him in the mirror, "Is that you threatening me or demanding me?"

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Sometimes I just wanna-" he clenches his jaw and tilts his head, "Nope. Not happening."

"What?" I turn around and lean against the table, "You wanna what, Styles?"

He stares at me, and in that moment, if looks could kill. I'd be dead.

He walks up to me and brings a hand up, his thumb gently pulls down my lower lip, "Sometimes I just wanna gag you with my cock so you shut the fuck up for once."

He drops his hand, "Like I said, don't fuck this up."

He leaves the room before I have anything to say, which I don't. Harry just left me absolutely speechless.

"Hey, y/n. Let's go. We're up next." Louis knocks on the door, "You okay?"

I blink and turn around quickly, wiping away the smudge of lipstick Harry's thumb left, "Yeah. Coming."

——

The whole show, I was on edge.

On edge because of what Harry said.

On edge because he looks so fucking hot in that tight Green Bay jersey.

On edge because he kept looking over at me any chance he got.

On edge because he was fucking with me.

We finish the song and the crowd goes wild. Screaming for Harry. Screaming for me. Screaming for all of us.

"Give it up for the amazing band behind me." Harry says while clapping, "Niall, Louis, Zayn.." there's a pause before he says my name and the boys glance towards me then look back at Harry, "And y/n who actually did very well tonight."

The crowd screams and I force a smile and wave.

I shook a glare back at Harry and he smirks behind his mic, "We're going to give you guys one last song and then we're off to Phoenix!"

Harry walks around stage as we start to play the final song of the night, "Let's go!"

——

We exit the stage and I immediately walk up to Harry and shove his shoulder, "What the fuck was that?"

He cocks his jaw and smirks, "I know you didn't just shove me."

I go to shove him again and Zayn grabs my arms, "Settle down." I pull my arms and he gets louder, "Settle down, easy y/n."

"Why would you fucking say that?" I yell, "I actually did well tonight? What the fuck Harry!?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. He motions for Zayn to let me go and he puts his arm around my shoulder, "Let's take a walk and talk about this."

I push his arm off of me, "What so you ca-"

"Now, now." He cuts me off, "Just come on." We walk down the hall to the door with his name on it, "In."

I roll my eyes and push the door open. I walk in and turn around, ready to start losing my absolute shit on him but he holds his hand up, "I get under your skin."

"Yeah the fuck you do." I cross my arms, "And you do it on purpose."

He walks over and pours himself a drink, "Because you make it so easy."

"By what? Giving you a reaction?" I huff, "Do you want me to ignore you? Quit the band?"

"Why would you quit the band?" He asks bringing the glass to his lips. He lowers it and shakes his head, "You're the best bass player I've had, y/n. I don't want you to quit."

His words confuse me and I know my face shows it.

"He sits down and rests one arm straight out on the back of the couch and brings a leg up over his other, "Sit."

I find myself always listening to his stupid little commands so I shake my head, "No. I'll stand." He chuckles, "Hmm. Okay. Suit yourself, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes, "What do you want, Harry." I state, "Because if you're just going to sit there and-"

"You. I want you."

"Excuse me?" I laugh, "Did you just say you- you want me?"

He nods, "Yeah. I believe that's what I said."

"You're not serious."

"But I am." He finishes his drink and stands up, "You see, y/n. I really don't like you, for reasons I'm not open to telling you just yet." He sets his glass down and walks over to me.

I stay silent and watch him as he gets closer, "We have our issues that, well, the whole band can see, right?"

I shrug, "I-"

"Shut up." He says louder. His voice goes back to normal and he walks around me, his chest presses against my back and he moves my hair off my neck.

My breathing gets faster and I bite my lip.

"There so much stress while touring, right?" His fingers drag up my shoulder and neck.

I nod.

"I want you to be my little stress reliever." He leans down and licks up my neck, "No strings attached."

I shut my eyes tight. Fighting off every urge to turn around and give into him.

He's an asshole.

He makes your days a living hell.

He gets under your skin in the most annoying ways possible.

All the thoughts run spin around in my head and I let out the breathe I've been holding.

"What do you say? Huh. We help each other out and when you piss me off.. I get to fuck my anger out and fuck that annoying little attitude out of you."

I want to say no so bad. I want to turn around and slap some sense into him, but the idea of being Harry's fuck buddy is just so overpowering.

"You can speak now, sweetheart."

"Y-yes."

"Good answer. Now get on your knees." He places his hands on my shoulder and pushes me down. I land on my knees and bite my lip, looking up at him as he walks around to stand in front of me.

He starts to undo the belt on his jeans and he gives me a smirk.

"What?" I ask as I tuck hair behind my ear.

"Do I make your nervous?" He chuckles, "No need to be nervous."

I roll my eyes, "Please. If anyone should be nervous here, it's you."

"How's that?" He asks shoving his jeans down, "I'm not nervous one bit. Excited actually."

I raise my eye brows and laugh slightly, "Why because you're about to shut me up?"

"Exactly." He pushes his boxers down and pumps his cock in his hand a few times before pushing the head of it against my lips, "Open for me."

I part my lips and he pushes his cock in, letting out a groan.

I wrap my lips around his cock and swirl my tongue. I work my way down, getting him wet enough, teasing him slightly before I give him exactly what he wants.

I sink his cock into my throat and he moans.

I shut my eyes and control my breathing through my nose before I bob my head, gagging around his cock.

"Ah." He moans out, "It's nice to hear the sound of you choking on my cock rather than you speaking."

I ignore his words and continue to fuck my throat with him, working him up until he places a hand on my head, "A-alright. We can come back to this. I wanna see that ass of yours bent over."

I pull off and wipe my chin off with my wrist. He pulls me over towards the couch and slips his shirt off. My eyes flicked up and down his toned, tattooed torso and he grips the hem of my shirt pulling it up over my head.

"You know, y/n." His eyes move up and down my bra covered chest, "You are pretty fuckin' hot."

I smirk and unbutton my jeans, "So are you."

He smirks and watches as I take my jeans off, kicking my shoes out of the way. We both stand there naked and his hands reach out to explore my body.

I close my eyes as he leans in, sucking random spots on my neck. I moan out quietly and bring my hands up to his arms.

Wow, he isn't yelling at me to not touch him.

His hand moves down and pushes between my legs. His finger slides between my folds, "You're fuckin' soaked, sweetheart."

I part my thighs and dig my nails into his skin as he circles my clit, gradually applying a harder pressure.

I whimper and tilt my head back. Harry kisses and sucks spots under my chin and jaw line.

"Harry." I moan out quietly, "Fuck me."

He chuckles against my skin, "Are you demanding?"

I bite my lip, debating on what I should say before my mouth speaks on its own, "What if I am?"

He sighs and pulls his hand away from between my legs, "Then you get more time without my cock in that desperate cock hungry pussy of yours."

He walks over and gets another drink, "I'm going to enjoy this drink. Sit down and, oh I don't know." He shrugs, "Convince me that you're deserving of my cock going into your pussy."

I chew the inside of my lip and nod, "Okay."

I sit down on the couch and smirk as I bring my legs up and spread them. He pauses and stares at my open legs. I bring my hand down and rub circles onto my clit, moaning.

I need Harry to touch me.

"Afraid you won't get me to cum?" I tease, "Am I going to have to fake it with you then do it myself later?"

He roughly sets his glass down on the table and stands up, "There you go again.. running your mouth."

I bite my lip and sink my fingers into my pussy, letting out a loud gasp, "What? Im just asking questions."

He scoffs, "You have no idea."

"Mm. I think I do." I tilt my head back and moan. A smile grows on my lips as I feel the couch sink down.

"You'll be begging me to fuck you after this." He moves my hand and replaces it with his own, his rings roughly hitting my skin as his fingers pump in and out.

I arch my back off the couch and moan, "Fuck."

He shifts back and bends down, attaching his lips to my clit. I let out a gasp and put a hand on his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

He moans against me and that causes me to moan. I clench my walls around his fingers as I feel myself approaching my orgasm.

My eyes roll back and I smile as he did exactly what I wanted him to do.

He pulls his fingers out and licks up my pussy. He pulls away and moves up, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, "That didn't seem fake to me."

I smirk and my mouth opens as he shoves his cock into me without warning, "Fuck." He smirks and tilts his head as he pulls out and thrusts back in.

He grips my hips tight and fucks me. His lips part as his eyes shit and a moan escapes his lips, "Shit, y/n."

I grab his wrists and arch my back, "Harry." I whimper, "Fuck."

He leans down, pressing his lips to mine as he continues thrusting. I drag my nails up his back with one hand as I pull myself to desperately cling to him with the other.

He gently bites my bottom lip and moans.

I tilt my head back and he kisses up and down it.

For a moment I would have thought I wasn't having sex with the asshole I shoved in the hallway, but with Harry who actual gives a shit.

He moans against my neck and pushes his cock deep into me, "This pussy is mine." He whispers in a deep, raspy voice.

"Yours." I breathe out, "Yours."

He goes back to thrusting and attacking my neck. I wrap an arm around his neck and sink my nails into his shoulder as I cum around his cock.

"Fuck." He groans lowly, "You feel so fucking good."

I whimper in his ear, "You fuck so good."

He smirks and kisses my cheek and over to my lips. Our lips move in perfect sink and he pulls out and I can feel his cum shoot out into my stomach.

He continues to kiss me, his hand pulls my hips closer to his. He slowly leans back and looks at me, "Who's pussy is this?"

I roll my eyes and smirk, "Yours."

"Damn right it is." He leans up and looks around, "Um.." he gets up and grabs a towel, "Here." He tosses the towel down next to me as he cleans himself off.

"Thanks." I wipe myself off and sit up, I lean over and grab my clothes, slipping my panties and jeans back on, "So what does this mean?" I smirk and laugh.

He shakes his head and smirks, "Nothing more than band mates with benefits."

——

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[thetrashywritingwitch]

Random midnight "Need and Want" snippet...

Figuring things out was hard. This whole 'dating each other and there's three of us' thing, plus adding his daughter into it... But they could do it.

And rather than wing it or tough it out with zero experience, you actually did some research and found some books and articles that came highly recommended.

"A book? Is this some self help shit?" Katsuki narrowed his eyes as he pulled the book out of the bag you handed him.

"I think we all should read it," you retorted while holding your own copy. Eijirou stood between you and flipped through the pages looking skeptical. "It's highly recommended from the forums and stuff I looked at for poly and nonmonogamous relationships."

It was still weird to hear what they were referred to with proper terms, like it was too formal for just saying dating each other. An unfamiliar, scientific name for a new favorite dish with conventional ingredients.

Eijirou grunted. "I mean, do we really need to read a book on it though? We've been doing ok so far, right? And it's not like we're unfamiliar with relationships in general."

"Did you already forget about when you got jealous and upset last month?" He immediately looked bashful as his thumb paused in the middle of a random page.

Katsuki still wasn't convinced. "What does a random author know about us and what we might need? One bit of advice doesn't fit every scenario." He didn't want to read about things that didn't apply to them or problems they could fix on their own. Yeah, he was far from perfect in regards to communication, but like everything else, he was working on it.

"So you think we can't learn a single thing from someone else?" You figured Katsuki would get defensive about this, but it seemed worth it to at least try.

"That ain't what I said-"

Eijirou sliced the air between the two of you with his book trying to literally cut the tension. "I don't wanna argue about this stuff... I think we can all agree that none of us are perfect and... " He sighed. "Maybe we've got weak spots that aren't easy to see. And I mean, we wanna set good examples for Hatsuki, right?"

At the mention of Katsuki's daughter, the chill left the room. Yeah, of course he did. She was his everything. Setting a bad example for her wasn't something he ever wanted to do. If he could read books on parenting, then maybe doing the same for their new relationship was the right step. He'd always set his pride aside for Hatsuki, and you and Eijirou now, too.

A week later, Katsuki sat up in bed with the damn book and his reading glasses while Hatsuki was asleep. Two chapters in and he hated how much he thought he knew, but details slowly became obvious the more he read. It also sucked feeling vulnerable, but that was also something he was working on.

His bedroom door creaked opened, light spilling in as a sleepy Hatsuki stumbled and rubbed her eyes before climbing into his bed.

"You're supposed to be asleep, firecracker," he said, shutting the book to rub at her hair.

Ignoring his implied question, she mumbled, "what are you reading?"

"A book," he answered flatly. Now was not the time for this conversation at all.

"Can you read me some?" She held her stuffed bunny and snuggled under the covers like she belonged there.

"No. This ain't a book for you. It's for grown ups."

Yawn. "Oh." A beat of silence. "So it's about taxes?"

.....

"Yep. It's about taxes."

[anonymous-dentist]

Part Three of the Catboy in the Village AU

Part One | Part Two

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Cellbit has been in and out of several prisons in his life. He's no stranger to captivity, he knows how it works. He knows how the system works, and he's not expecting the queen to be any better than any of his previous wardens.

...Still. It's kind of nice to be given a cell with an actual bed in it. With bedsheets- silk, probably, they're soft. And a rug on the marble floor to keep the chill away. And bookshelves. With books in them. Interesting-looking books, too: mysteries, judging by the titles, and ones he didn't have access to back home due to Gato Kingdom customs laws.

But, like. Fuck the queen. She kidnapped him and his husband, she's currently working on kidnapping their children, and she doesn't seem keen to give Cellbit and Roier any chance to escape.

The cell- a bedroom, Roier had called it, but, really, it's a cell- doesn't have any windows. The door is unlocked, but there are two guards outside who are apparently supposed to follow Cellbit and-slash-or Roier wherever they go.

There are clothes in the wardrobe that are clearly recycled from some other member of Gato royalty. They're all finer than anything Cellbit has ever known, and he thinks he'd rather die than wear them.

Roier, though? He's not happy about being kidnapped, and he's even less happy about not having anything to protect himself and Cellbit with, but he seems happy enough about the 'lost prince' treatment that Cellbit's getting.

"When we escape, we're bringing the clothes with us," Roier decides on night two of their forced stay in the castle.

They're in bed, Roier wrapped protectively around Cellbit's back and holding him so tightly that Cellbit's ribs hurt. It's close to midnight, but neither of them can sleep, because how can they sleep when their kids are an entire kingdom away?

Cellbit quietly laughs. "Yeah? How?"

"You'll carry them."

"Oh, will I?"

"Yes, obviously. I have to have my arms free for fighting."

Roier's breath ghosts over the back of Cellbit's neck. It's warm, and Roier is warm, and the blankets are warm, and it all feels so cozy and yet so wrong. The bed is too nice. The bed is too big. The room is too big. Roier's clothes are too soft. It's too quiet, where is all the noise?

The entire time that Cellbit has been in the castle, these past two days, he has seen a handful of people: a few guards, a total of two servants, and, of course, the queen. But she's been too busy trying to rebuild her kingdom to bother with the men she's had kidnapped, and Cellbit hasn't seen much of her outside of the meals he and Roier are dragged to twice a day.

The queen is... interesting. She's a total piece of shit and Cellbit kind of hates her more than he can describe, but she refuses to be addressed by any of the usual titles; she keeps correcting her knights when they call her anything but 'Bagi', and she looks two seconds away from murder every time Cellbit calls her 'your highness'. She seems to actually care about her kingdom, which is a marked difference from her parents, and she spends all day locked in her study in the tallest of the castle's towers working on... queen stuff. Whatever it is she does, Cellbit doesn't know. He isn't royalty, he's an alchemist. This is all foreign to him.

"Who says we need to fight?" Cellbit asks. "Maybe they'll just... let us go when they figure out they've got the wrong Cellbit."

"Mm, maybe. Or, hear me out, I knock out a guard, steal their sword, and then I carry you out of here. Easy."

Cellbit imagines it. He smiles as his imaginary Roier spontaneously becomes shirtless mid-escape.

He snuggles back into his real shirtless husband's chest with a happy little trill. His trill becomes a proper purr as one of Roier's hands trails up and into Cellbit's hair, landing at the base of his ears and scratching lightly. His eyes slip shut, and his back arches, and he loves his husband so much! He's so sweet even when he's the victim of a kidnapping, he's literally the perfect man.

"Aww, gatinho," Roier coos. "You are the prince... of my heart."

Gods, that's cheesy.

Cellbit loves him.

"That... doesn't even make... sense..." Cellbit murmurs, voice obscured by his purring.

Roier sighs dramatically: "Fine, you're the king of my heart. Better?"

"Mmmmmmmm."

Roier chuckles fondly. "Mhmm, I see, yes, yes."

Cellbit bats a hand in the vague direction of Roier's face. He doesn't make contact, but that's fine. He'd rather die than hurt Roier, even playfully.

A kiss plants itself between Cellbit's ears. He melts, all thoughts evaporating outside of warm and Roier. Warmoier...

(The room doesn't have a window, so neither of them see the faint green light surrounding the castle.)

He's jerked back into his body as the entire castle shakes and rattles to the point of books falling off of their shelves. He's nearly tossed out of bed, only staying in bed thanks to Roier.

Cellbit immediately tries sitting up, but Roier pulls him back down with a hissed, "Be careful!"

"We'll be safer on the floor," Cellbit huffs. "Come on."

He drags Roier off of the bed and, together, they huddle beneath it clinging to each other.

"This sucks," Roier complains. He grips Cellbit's arm tightly, definitely not worried about the literal earthquake they're stuck in the middle of. "We just got comfortable!"

"We can get comfortable again," Cellbit assures him.

He feels it before he hears it. His entire body recoils upon instinct, his ears pressing down against his head just as an otherworldly wail echoes up from somewhere and burrows into his very bones.

"Are you sure?" Roier asks, wide-eyed. "What the fuck? Is this place haunted?"

The wailing continues. Roier has to let go of Cellbit so he can clap his hands over his ears. Cellbit covers his own ears, but it doesn't stop the chill in his bones, and it doesn't make the sick feeling growing in his stomach go away.

"I hope it is!" Cellbit replies, his voice near a shout from how loud the wailing is. "At least it would be interesting!"

Roier rolls his eyes. "Oh, at least!"

And then, just like that, the shaking stops. The wail cuts itself off with a sob, and then it's gone.

Cellbit looks at Roier. Roier looks at Cellbit.

Slowly, Cellbit lowers his hands from his ears, though his ears don't perk back up.

"You know," he says, "I don't think the queen told us everything when she kidnapped us."

"No shit," Roier grumbles. He moves his hands from his ears to Cellbit's hands, linking their fingers together; their hands are shaking from the adrenaline, but they seem to stabilize as soon as they're holding each other.

"I bet she doesn't even think I'm the prince," Cellbit continues. He looks down at his and Roier's joined hands. "I bet we're some kind of sacrifice to whatever spirit is haunting this castle."

"That's ridiculous," Roier scoffs. "I wouldn't be a sacrifice. You, yes, but me?"

He laughs as Cellbit untangles his fingers from Roier's and crawls out from under the bed. As he does so, Roier calls out to him and grabs his ankle and tries pulling him back under. Cellbit kicks at him, and Roier bites Cellbit's ankle, and Cellbit uses his leg to pull Roier out from under the bed, and they end up pressed against each other on the rug surrounded by fallen books laughing.

Roier, on top for the moment, leans down to kiss Cellbit.

That, of course, is when their cell's door slams open and the guards stationed outside come running in with alarmed expressions on their faces.

Cellbit groans and shoots the guards a dirty look.

"Do you mind?" he snaps.

At least the guards have the decency to look ashamed as they take in Cellbit and Roier's... position.

Roier huffs out a sigh and collapses onto Cellbit's chest, laying his head on its side on Cellbit's chest so he can glare at the guards properly.

"Can we help you?" Roier asks.

"Um," says one guard, clearly blushing and absolutely mortified. "Sorry. The prince has been requested in the queen's study. Uh. Sorry. We'll just..."

She and her fellow guard awkwardly bow, and then they start slowly backing out of the cell.

They aren't alarmed by the scattered books, Cellbit notices. No mention of the earthquake or the wailing, either. This is normal, then.

Hm.

Cellbit feigns a yawn. "Well, tell her majesty that both me and my husband would like to sleep after whatever the hell that was that woke us up. Whatever it is, it can wait until the morning."

The guards freeze. They go pale, look at each other, look back to Cellbit.

Roier lifts a hand and waves it dismissively towards them. "You heard the prince, go away."

Cellbit waits until the guards are gone before pushing Roier off of him and shooting him a halfhearted glare.

"'You heard the prince'?" he asks. "Really?"

Roier shrugs innocently. "It got them to leave. Now, get back here."

He growls playfully before pouncing back onto Cellbit. He frames Cellbit's face with his hands, and then he kisses him roughly. And then he kisses him softer after Cellbit mumbles something against his lips about being tired and wanting to get back into bed.

"You're so weak," Roier teases, lips moving against Cellbit's as he speaks.

"I'm weak... for you."

Cellbit laughs as Roier groans and tears himself away to go mope his way back into the bed. He's soon to follow, and he's immediately snatched back into Roier's arms and held captive once again.

This castle may be a very nice prison, but there's no better one than Roier's arms. It is simply the best, and Cellbit should know; it's the only prison he's never tried to escape from.

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To be continued...

[nomoreusername]

Interesting Things To Say (Part 3)

Summary:Trying to convince everyone to not stay in a death trap is harder than it should be.

Pairing:Aris x female reader

“So we're supposed to trust random longer guy?”Minho repeated.

“His name is Aris. And yes. We are supposed to trust him. Because I saw it too. There were these carts being taken to a room and a sheet covering something body shaped. And you know what's shaped like a body?”

“What? What is shaped like a body?”He sighed.

“Bodies. Bodies are body shaped,”I had to remind them. I swear this place took their brain cells when they picked us up. Not that some of them had many to begin with.

“Plenty of things are body shaped,”Winston chimed in.

“If you don't listen to me, you're going to be an unconscious one,”I threatened. I can't believe it's this difficult to make sure my friends don't get comfy in what's definitely a death trap. Every red flag is right in front of us. They're practically waving back and forth like a warning sign to not go any further. And, like dumb horror movie characters, they keep trying to go towards the locked basement door covered in chains.

“That's not enough-”

“Teresa. Teresa's just separated from all of us, and we're supposed to pretend it's not weird that we basically haven't seen her?”I interrupted.

“We don't know-”

“Ava Paige,”I whispered, leaning closer to them. Being the first to understand, Thomas's face turned white as a sheet as he stared at me as though he were incapable of blinking. Finally seeming to have a sliver of common sense that I wouldn't just be leading them on with something this dark for the fun of it, they shut their mouths.

“I’ve heard her. When I have to go to my room on the other side of you guys, I hear her and Janson. There's something wrong here. I want this place to be safe more than anything, but it isn't.”

“But . . . she's dead? We watched her die,”Newt denied, furrowing his eyebrows in thought as he slightly shook his head like that would change anything.

“No. We watched a video where anything can be manipulated however someone wants,”I corrected.

“So you're saying,”Thomas trailed off.

“That this isn't a safe place. This is WCKD all over again. Just in disguise.”

“Great. This is exactly how I wanted to spend my first week of freedom,”Fry deadpanned.

“And you think I don't want to be chilling in paradise too? I’m not exactly jumping up and down at this.”

“I just spent three years making escape plans,”Minho groaned, slamming his head on the table.

“There’s no planning this time. We just have to do something and go.”

“So we know this because of the loner boy?”Newt sighed.

“Yeah. Besides, he’s trustworthy. I like loner boy,”I shrugged, looking over my shoulder at him. With his hood covering his face again, he sat there, trapped in his own tragic world.

Glancing up from his hands that were clasped in front of him, he met my eyes. Looking at me with an almost curious gaze, he sat up a little straighter, adjusting his hoodie before giving me a barely noticeable, tired smile that suited his personality perfectly.

“Hey, hoodie guy smiled,”Fry cheered. Smiling back, I waved as well before turning around, rolling my eyes where he could see.

“One more word and I’m leaving you when we escape,”I threatened.

“I’ll live. Maybe.”

“Are you really willing to take that risk?”

“I don't know. Risks are pretty fun.”

This is actually going to be impossible with this group. They're all going to keep me trapped here forever.

[kitty-is-writing]

writemas day 20!

I can't believe I've made it through twenty whole days of this so far! it's been a lot of fun, and I've had some interesting new ideas for stories.

a million thanks to @agirlandherquill for the amazing prompts, you can find day 20's here!

for today, I wanted to write a little scene from Kandrina and Enkarini’s childhood, when a huge snowstorm hit their hometown of Manak.

my chosen prompt today: A snow-fight

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Kandrina woke to a chill in the air. Her breath misted in front of her face, even in her room. Had Enkarini opened the window in the night again?

She sat up, pulling the covers with her for warmth, to see her little sister fast asleep in her own bed across the room. The window was firmly shut, but thoroughly frosted over, making the houses across the street look blurry.

White glistened outside, and she realised it had snowed again overnight. Excited now, she pushed open the window herself to see how deep it looked, layered on top of the previous few weeks worth of snowfall.

The first thing she noticed, on opening the window, was that it was still snowing. The second thing she noticed was that the house opposite theirs had snowdrifts piled up almost to the top of the front door.

The boy from down the street waved at her, knee deep in snow but still high up enough to reach her windowsill if he stretched up. She waved back, then stepped away from the window to wake Enkarini. The both of them simply had to go and play in this!

“Enkarini, wake up! Look outside!” she cried, already pulling her warmest clothes from the dresser.

The little girl stirred, looked out of the still open window, and a great beaming smile lit her face. “We're going out to play, aren't we?”

“Get your coat and boots on, quickly!” Kandrina tossed said items over to her sister. “You know if Father sees this he'll insist we stay indoors.”

Enkarini scrambled into her outdoor clothes, getting her gloves on the wrong hands in her haste. “How are we going to get outside if the door's covered with snow?”

“We can climb out the window, it's not that far down with all that. Chidlir was walking on it just now, so it must be solid enough to hold us up.”

Once properly wrapped in scarves, gloves and coats, the two girls climbed out of the window and rushed towards the fields outside of town. Any others who had made it out today would be heading there for fun and games.

“Oh, we forgot to wake Perlak!” Enkarini said partway down the snowy street.

Before they could turn back and fetch their brother, a snowball collided with the back of Kandrina's head. She turned, seeing a familiar grin beneath a bright yellow knitted hat.

“Sneaking off to have fun without me, sisters?”

“You are so going to get it!” Part of the snowball had lodged itself under her scarf, and a trickle of icy water was running down her back. She scooped up a handful of snow and threw it back, but he dodged quickly.

Soon, snow and laughter flew around the street in a chaotic, three way snowball fight. Others on their way to the field joined in, adding to the fun, and even a few adults were swept up in the game.

The playful fight slowly made its way through the streets, towards the field they had been originally heading for. Some already gathered there had been having their own fight, and the two merged into one huge, free for all snow war.

The winter day was short, and the group dwindled as parents came to fetch their children home, but Kandrina, Perlak and Enkarini stayed until the sun had set. As they made their way home, cold and tired but grinning from ear to ear, they agreed it had been the best day ever.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Inside Man: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: The gang is split into two. Sam and Cas continue to look for the cure for the Mark with the help of someone who will do anything to bring you back. You and Dean face off with Rowena but this time, you're going to show her that you're the most powerful witch there is, and damn her if she thinks she can beat you.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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There's a psychic, Oliver Pryce, who is living in town and who Sam thinks is strong enough to connect to someone in Heaven. He's located two towns over so Sam and Cas immediately head over there.

"Who is this guy?" Cas asks.

"So, back in the '50s, Oliver Pryce was a kid psychic. He performed everywhere--carnivals, Atlantic City, you name it. He was the real deal. The Men of Letters were teaching him how to control his powers when they were killed. The point is, he's one of the good guys. He might be happy to see us."

Sam and Cas approach Oliver's house and see a "No Trespassing" sign on his fence.

"Or not," Cas says.

Sam walks past the fence, walks up the porch steps, and pounds on his front door.

"Mr. Pryce? Oliver Pryce!"

No response.

"I'll break it down," Cas says seriously.

"Dude, chill."

"What? I'm helping." The front door opens and Oliver stands there with a slight glare. "Just follow my lead." Cas turns to the older man. "Mr. Pryce? This is Sam--"

"Winchester. You're Sam Winchester, Man of Letters."

"How did you know?"

"Mind reader, remember?" Oliver's eyes look Cas up and down as he tries to figure out who or what he is. "What are you?"

"I'm an Angel."

"No, you can't be," Oliver frowns.

"Why not?"

"I'm an atheist."

"Not anymore," Sam says. Both he and Cas enter Oliver's house and Oliver escorts them to the living room. There are pictures of Oliver during his younger years hanging on the wall. "Is that you?"

"It was me. I don't do the psychic stuff anymore. Being around people, it's kind of... Hell, all those brains yapping all the time drive a guy bananas."

"Because you can hear everyone's thoughts?" Cas asks.

"Well, not yours. All I'm getting from you is colors. The hippie over here? I'm seeing some creep-ass hobbit-lookin' fella and a prison cell?"

Sam frowns at being called a hippie but lets it go.

"That's Heaven's jail," Cas says.

"Heaven's got a fucking jail?"

"Yeah, it does, and we're looking to break someone out of it. We have an inside man but we need your help to talk to him."

"If I say no?"

"You're the mind reader," Sam smirks.

"I'll get my shit," Oliver sighs. Oliver sets his living room up like one of his seance sessions and sits in between Sam and Cas. Candles cover the surface of the table and a small radio sits in the middle of the table. "Do you have anything that belonged to the deceased?"

"Yeah, right here."

Sam pulls out Bobby's hat and sets it on the table. If anyone will have enough motivation to help you and Dean, it's your dad.

"Good. Now shut up and hold hands."

All three men do and Oliver begins chanting something in Latin. The lights start to flicker, the table shakes slightly, and the candles start shooting flames from the wicks. Once Oliver is done chanting, he opens his eyes and nods to Sam.

"Bobby? Bobby, can you hear me?" Silence. "Bobby, we need your help."

"Sam?"

Bobby's voice comes from the radio in the middle of the table. Sam doesn't know how long this connection will last so he speaks fast and tells Bobby everything that has been happening with you and Dean.

"Y/N is turning into a monster, Bobby. She's soulless and pretty soon, your daughter won't be your daughter. She'll be beyond saving. Anyway, that's the short version of what's been happening. Are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here," Bobby says thickly. "What about Joanna?"

Sam looks at Cas.

"All I know is that they're safe. She's a witch again, Bobby, which means she can read minds. Dean and I can't know where they are."

"They? There's more than just Joanna?"

"We don't have time to get into this right now, Bobby."

"Okay, just so I'm hearing this right, you have to figure out a way to get the Mark of Cain off Dean before he turns back into a demon and off Y/N before she goes postal?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"So, just another day at the office for you boys, huh? Put Dean on the line."

"Dean's not here. Y/N isn't either."

"Why not?"

"Y/N threatened her kids. She made him promise not to look for the cure or else she'll find her kids and kill them. She doesn't want this cure, Bobby. Dean's distracting her right now. I never made any promise to find the cure."

"Shit," Bobby sighs. "Alright, what's the plan?"

"Each soul in Heaven is locked in its own private paradise," Cas explains. "That's where you are now. You need to escape. You need to find the gate to Earth and open it. Then you and I will find Metatron, the Scribe of God."

"Hey, Sam, you remember when this job was just chopping up some fang and tossing back a cold one?"

"I miss that," Sam sighs.

"Ditto. So, while I'm playing Steve McQueen, is anyone gonna be looking for me?"

"Everyone," Cas answers. "The Angels will not like a soul wandering free."

"Do you have a way to slow them down?"

"Not exactly. I'm sure you'll figure something out, Bobby. You always do."

"Listen, I appreciate the warm and fuzzy, but I ain't exactly playing on the big leagues these days. I'm mostly drinking and reading the classics. Truth is, I'm rusty and maybe there's somebody better out there."

"Bobby, there isn't. I'm telling you, if you love Y/N and Dean in the way I know you do, you'll do this for them... for me."

Bobby takes two deep breaths before scoffing.

"Hell, I'm already dead. What's the worst that could happen? What do I need to do?"

"You need to find your Heaven's escape hatch. Look for something that shouldn't be there, and that's your way out."

"If I find a way out, then what?"

"You'll be in a long hallway with a bunch of doors. The gate to Earth will be behind number forty-two."

"Okay."

Bobby gets off his ass and starts looking around in the small room he always stays in and drinks. Nothing seems out of the ordinary but there is something on the carpet he only notices until now. A small white string is sticking out of the carpet he's standing on. He reaches down and pulls on it, and a doorway opens on the back wall. White light pours from it and he smirks.

"Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in."

The second that Bobby steps through the door into the hallway, the connection to Bobby is severed. Sam and Cas, after thanking Oliver, head back to the playground. They stay stuck in the shadows so the angels don't suspect anything. All they have to do is wait for Bobby to open the gate and Cas can go through without a hitch.

"This better work. I need my brother and best friend back," Sam sighs.

"You sure he can handle this?" Cas asks.

"He's Bobby. He can handle anything, especially when it comes to his daughter."

The second Bobby sets foot into the hallway, the alarm blares and he bangs his fist on the wall.

"Balls!"

If Bobby doesn't do something now, the angels will come for him and ruin everything. He looks at the endless doors in the hallway and gets an idea. He starts opening up all the doors and calling out for their occupants. Before he knows it, a ton of people are wandering the halls looking confused. That's when the angels come including Hannah.

"What? Find out how this happened," Hannah says to one of the other angels. "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I need you to return to your Heavens in a calm, orderly manner."

"Oh, yeah? Well, who made you boss?" Bobby says loudly.

"Right?"

"Who the hell you think do you are?" another person asks.

This causes an outrage where the souls are trying to fight back against the angels. Bobby uses this and escapes while the angels are occupied. He slips into another hallway and searches for door forty-two. When he finds it, he pushes it open. Sam and Cas have been waiting patiently for Bobby to find the door. A rift opens from above the sandbox and the two men jump into action. Sam runs to keep the guarding angels back while Cas runs for the door.

"Go! Go!" Sam says and tackles one of the angels to the ground.

Cas jumps through the door of Heaven and slides on the floor right in front of Bobby.

"Welcome to the party," Bobby chuckles. Bobby helps Cas to his feet and pats him on the back. "So, I need you to tell me how bad it really is."

"Um..."

"Cas, what's happening?"

"Dean is angry all the time. Y/N doesn't have a soul. Dean has it. He sucked her soul out of her when Metatron killed him. He tainted hers as dark as his so we're waiting for her soul to purify before we can put it back in."

"Does Dean know you're here?"

"He knows we're looking for a way to get the Mark off. He doesn't know you're involved. Y/N doesn't know anything. If she does, she will hurt your granddaughters and grandson."

"Wait." Bobby stops Cas from walking and gets tears in his eyes. "I have three grandchildren?"

If he doesn't know about Maryann, he doesn't know about Robert and what happened to him.

"Maryann was born two years after Joanna. She was a twin. Robert, your grandson, didn't make it. He was a stillborn. Noah is adopted. Y/N found him at a time when they needed each other."

"I have three grandkids," Bobby whispers to himself.

"You might not if Y/N continues down this road."

Cas leads Bobby to the prison where Metatron currently is. He looks up when the two men enter and grins knowingly.

"Well, howdy, fellas."

"This is the Scribe of God? He looks like a Fraggle," Bobby scoffs.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment. That was an excellent program."

"Metatron, we are here--"

"I know why you're here, Asstiel, and I'm not interested. I told you I would rather die than let Dean and Y/N Winchester use me as their personal punching bag again."

"Don't worry. They're not involved. You're gonna be my punching bag," Cas glares.

"Ah, the B team, huh? Interesting. Keys are over there." Metatron points to the keys hanging on the wall. "Chop chop!"

"Are you sure this is the only way?" Bobby asks.

"Unfortunately."

Sam killed both angels so they wouldn't blab to the other ones of what Cas did. He's been waiting patiently by the car for the door to Heaven to open again. It's been about two hours when it finally opens, and Cas steps out with Metatron. Bobby isn't with him. He didn't think he would be.

"Sam-tastic! Miss me?" Metatron sniffs the air. "Oh, smell that? That smells like freedom. Well, let's go. I call shotgun!"

Metatron tries walking to the car but Cas pulls him back by his jacket collar.

"You don't get to make demands, Metatron. You're not in charge here."

"Oh, I'm afraid I am. I know about the Mark. I have your Grace. I make the rules. It's called leverage, boys. Learn it, live it, love it."

Sam and Cas look at each other, and the Winchester nods to the angel once. Without blinking, Cas slides out his angel blade and slices Metaron's neck horizontally. It's not to kill him, no, it's to steal his Grace. He did it so fast that Metatron didn't have enough time to react. Before he knows it, his Grace is trapped in a small container Sam brought.

Metatron is human.

Knowing he won't heal from this, Sam takes out his gun and shoots Metatron in the leg. The former angel screams in pain and falls on his ass while reaching for his bleeding leg.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"We have your Grace, Metatron. You're mortal now. So, you will answer our questions or Sam will, what's the phrase?" Cas' voice deepens angrily. "Blow your fucking brains out. It's called leverage, Metatron."

"Learn it, live it, love it," Sam smirks. "How do we get rid of the Mark?"

"I don't know," Metatron stutters. Sam aims the gun at his head and the former angel backs away in fear. "I don't know! It's old magic, God-level magic! Or Lucifer level, but you can't ask him, exactly, can you?"

"What about the tablets?"

"No, there's nothing in them about the Mark," he stutters again.

"So, when you said, 'The river ends at the source,' that was--"

"I was just making up shit, trying to buy time till I could screw you over. It worked before."

"He's telling the truth," Cas says. His eyes darken. "Shoot him."

Sam raises his gun without question, dead set on killing Metatron.

"No, no! No!" Metatron panics. "Your Grace! I wasn't lying about that. There's still some left. I'll take you to it."

"It's your call, Cas."

"I have to get my Grace back, Sam," Cas whispers.

Metatron is relieved that he isn't going to die today. Cas shoves him into the back of the car but before Sam can get behind the wheel, Cas stops him. He reaches into his trenchcoat and pulls out two envelopes.

"Listen, Bobby asked me to give you these. One is for you and Dean. The other is for Y/N. Don't give it to her until her soul is returned."

"Okay. Thanks," Sam whispers.

If he gives it to you now, you'll destroy this and you'd be heartbroken if you destroyed something you can't ever get back.

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[myloveforhergoeson]

~ happy birthday, ronnie!

for @naquey / @ithinkyouhealedmyheart <3 i borrowed @partiallypearl / @praetoravila 's olive too. i love playing with my dolls.

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Ronnie knew something was up from the moment she drifted out of dreamland. Her room smelled sweet and earthy, like she was waking up in the middle of a spacious, green meadow.

Two familiar voices whispered back and forth, and now the girl was acutely aware she was not alone in what was supposed to be her private space. Her sanctuary of knickknacks and band posters had been violated.

"Are you sure we got everything? I feel like we're missing something."

Ronnie peeked one eye open, catching a glimpse of Roxy standing at the foot of her bed. A bright blue ribbon was braided into her hair.

"You've asked me this, no less than a million times," Another voice bit back, and Ronnie shifted her gaze toward the sound. Olive was setting something down by the closed door.

If it were anyone else, Ronnie would pass out at the notion her private space was being invaded, but now that she knew it was her friends, she felt slightly more at ease. Today was her birthday after all, so he presumed that was what all the ruckus was about. Screwing her eyes shut, she let the two continue their conversation.

"The movie, the snacks, the fun stuff..." Roxy's voice was low and panicked, and Ronnie could imagine her listing out the items on her fingers. "Is the thing from Katie in there?"

"Shh," Olive replied, just as animated, "You're going to wake her before we're ready and ruin it!"

It took a lot for Ronnie not to giggle at her friend's words, and just to mess with them she shifted in her bed, bundling deeper into her yellow patterned covers.

One of the girls gasped, and something wrapped in crinkly plastic dropped to the floor.

"Roxanne," Hissed Olive, and the plastic bundle was quickly swiped off the carpet. "Chill. It's going to be perfect, I swear."

"Aww, I know, I know," The guitar player affirmed, taking a few breaths in and out, " But the first birthday in L.A. is the most important, and we need to show up Kendall-"

At the mention of her boyfriend, Ronnie's heartrate doubled. If Olive and Roxy were concerned with showing him up, he must have something wonderful to surprise her with later.

"Good point, I had to convince Logan to steal his spare key so he couldn't beat us here. Then I deadbolted the Clark's door."

"Ugh, I love you so much." Roxy huffed, "Now, do we let her get up on her own, or should we sing 'Happy Birthday' or something?"

Olive's scoff could probably be heard three doors down. "Not unless you want to scare her worse than the movie might."

To make it easy on them, Ronnie took his as her cue to begin to "wake up." The writer made a big show of rolling onto her back from her side, reaching her hands up to her eyes to slowly rub them as she sat up in her bed. It was nice and warm under her covers, and though Vermont was always freezing this time of year, Los Angeles, she was learning, got pretty cold too.

Hurried footsteps shuffled on the carpet, and when Ronnie finally allowed her eyes to flutter open, a gigantic bouquet of bright yellow sunflowers wrapped in a red and green ribbon filled her field of vision.

Ah, that explains the smell...

"Surprise!" Both girls yelled in unison, one on either side of her twin bed, "Happy birthday, Ronnie!"

The songwriter threw on her best shocked face, jaw dropping open as her mouth curled into a smile as the sweet scent enveloped her senses. "...Woah. Cool."

Something in her nonchalant tone must have tipped Olive, standing in her adorable rubber ducky pajamas, off, as the girl whipped her head to face the writer, "I told you, she already knew!"

"No, no, no!" Ronnie's hands flew from under the covers, coating her fingers in the cold, "You surprised me, definitely... I just might have heard all the whispering."

Pinching her nose with fingers barely visible under her black long-sleeve pajama shirt, Roxy looked to the ceiling. "James always tells me I'm bad at whispering..."

"But this is perfect!" Ronnie assured her friends, taking the bouquet from the two of them. It was a bit awkward for them to catch her in bed, but at least she'd fallen asleep in her favorite hoodie and black pajama pants. That certainly lessened the girl's anxiety.

"Well... Let's keep it that way," Roxy playfully huffed. Since Ronnie didn't like being unexpectedly touched, instead of the two girls hauling her out of bed, they beckoned her out of her bedroom and into the living room as fast as they could, with Olive picking something by the door up before darting out of the room before Ronnie could see it.

Curious, she followed Roxy down the short hallway and into her living room, where her dad was waiting in the kitchen.

He had a mug of coffee in his hands, small streaks of steam curling off the top, before he walked over and gave Ronnie a light kiss on the top of her blue hair. "Happy birthday, kid."

There was a card in front of where he was standing on the counter, which he motioned to, before giving her a wink and shuffling back down the hall into his bedroom.

I'll get that later...

Upon further inspection, Ronnie's eyes followed to where her best friends were standing... In the middle of what looked like a nest of pillows and blankets on the floor of her living room, right in front of the TV.

The two of them had gigantic smiles, clearly very proud of their little set up.

Ronnie blinked a few times, it was odd not seeing the living room like it normally was, but the black and red plaid blankets they'd brought looked so soft, and the pale yellow pillows looked so fluffy...

"Another surprise!" Roxy called, arms sweeping in a grand gesture over the living room. "Movie morning!"

"Movie morning?" Ronnie echoed, curious, but slightly confused.

This was where Olive jumped in, still hiding something behind her back. "Kendall said we can only have you until 2 o'clock. So, we figured since he's taking you out, we'd keep you in."

"Your dad helped us pick out all of your favorite movies, so we should be able to watch at least two or three before Ken-Dork comes to get you... Though I will warn you, we will be tagging along on your birthday date like good best friends do."

The blue-haired girl cocked her head to the side.

"Well, we can't say where he's taking you," Olive added, "Just know that when Kendall told us, Logan wanted to go too... So he said we could tag along."

"But then I kinda, sorta, got massive FOMO about your double date," The guitar player admitted, running a hand down one of her braided pigtails. "...And then James wanted to go because I was going..."

"And you couldn't leave Carlos and Ash behind?" Ronnie guessed, trying to work out what the shorter girl was holding.

Both of them nodded.

"...So, movie morning!" Olive said again, this time, taking the small basket she'd been holding onto and thrusting it into Ronnie's hands.

The small wicker material was scratchy in her hands, but not unpleasant. Tucked inside were three cards she'd open later, but for now, her eyes landed on the assortment of snacks and self-care products the girls had stuffed in there on top of some yellow Easter grass.

"We weren't sure which self-care stuff would be okay, texture-wise," Roxy shared, "So we got a bunch. Try all of it or none of it. Won't hurt our feelings at all."

Ronnie had seen most of the products before, face masks, bath bombs, some nice lotion... And made a silent promise to give each of them a go.

Olive stuck out a black-painted nail, "No sweets either, Miss Salty, so there's your favorite chili lime Doritos and a bunch of other goodies to much on while we get our movie on."

Looking from the basket, back up to her friends, Ronnie's smile was genuine this time. No more trying to mask surprise, they'd truly gotten her with their morning plans... And her stomach flip-flopped at the idea of whatever Kendall was planning too. "Thanks, you two."

She spied the TV, which was playing the menu screen for her all-time favorite movie: Scream.

Those girls knew her so well.

In no time at all, the three of them were huddled in a big, warm pile under the blankets, and Ronnie hit play on the remote. Despite the early hour, she'd broken into her snacks almost immediately, because who didn't need something to munch on while watching something?

All in all, her first birthday in Los Angeles started off with a bang. It was certainly the special, memorable event the two girls had wanted it to be, and there was still even more to come.

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<3333 eee happy birthday ronnie!!! hope this is a nice surprise hehe. i love ronnie so much!! of course i needed her and olive and roxy to have a little bestie moment :))

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ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER FOUR

Warnings: Just some fluff....with the two boys. There is a slightly (not too creepy) but kind of a hint of a death glare (or my attempt in making Heejeong having one) but honestly, he just looks a bit tired, but you get the picture. It's nowhere as creepy as the Heelel scary pic in SE7EN lol. but other than that, step-bros and step-sis (you) have some fluff exchanged, if you kind of take your time and read in between the lines...you find just a tad bit of...not really smut but acts that could relate to smut. But for the most part, we’re still in the slow burn stages.

Casually walking in, the brotherly pair dawned sophisticated and fashionable looks as they took gentle steps inside, with Heejeong slightly looking behind as he gently shuts the door, and locks it.

*click*

The latch is heard clicking in place all the while you, Wendy, and Jeff stood, issuing puzzled looks.

Both men, stood at towering heights, dawning their own unique sense in attire.

Heejeong adorned a trendy sense of men's elaborate state of fashion while Heeseung opted to wear all black. The two were so similar and yet vastly different in expressing themselves. One thing was for sure, the brotherly pair had something in mind that concerned you, otherwise, why would they both be here?

".....He-Heeseung? Heejeong?.....How.....how did you guys know-"

"Your mom gave us the address, we figured we'd stop by and take you out for coffee....that and you're coming with us."

Your eyes widened at the words that Heejeong issued out. Wendy's voice choked as she took a moment to process the wording all the while trying to figure out who the two young men were.

"....Y....Y/n......did you.....are these guys a part of a mafia or something?" she asked wholeheartedly with a sincere tone. You couldn't blame her, the way they had sauntered in, had you not known who they were you would have thought the same, much less Jeff, who was staring with his mouth wide open with an angry brow line displayed on his face.

"Come....come with you?" you asked in a high state of confusion, completely distracted by Heejeong's statement, so much that you inadvertently ignored Wendy's question.

"Yeah.....with us. We have your room already prepared at our place, movers will be in later today to get the rest of your things." Heejeong continued as he smirked in your direction, while looking through his aviator sunglasses.

Upon hearing him elaborate, Wendy interjects once more, much to the annoyance of the two boys.

"Y/n! You can't just leave? How am I supposed to get someone to take your half of the rent? Plus, who are these guys?" her irritation was expressed in both, her tone and on her face.

"They're my step brothers.....our parents are going to get married in a few days." you softly responded back.

"Thats right.....we're HER step-brothers....." Heeseung responded with his arms crossed, speaking in a defiant tone. "....YOU." he issues as he looks over to Jeff.

"What the fuck do you want? I'll fuck your ass up asian boy." Jeff snaps as he balls his fists tightly. All the while Heeseung issued a strange and terrifying glare over to Jeff. He would never admit it, but after witnessing Heeseung's eyes widening and his iris shrinking, Jeff developed chills on his spine. The look he had...it was so very.....eerie. Even you had lost your breath for a moment out of fear.

"Did I hear correctly that you just threatened.....OUR....baby......sisssssssteeerrrrr?" Heeseung replies back, his voice growing deeper towards the end of his remark.

"Oh what? You wanna do something bout it? Lets go mother fucker, I'll take both you on right now." Jeff spits out.

For a moment, the overwhelming sense of fear grew within you as you feared that the three men would lash out and be involved in a bawl. Heeseung and Heejeong looked as if they could put up a good fight, especially with the both of them tackling their opponent together, however, Jeff may have lacked in height, but he more than made up for it with his stature. The man practically lived in the gym and was built with a large amount of muscle mass.

Yet it surprised you the moment that Heeseung remained with his arms crossed, calm, cool, and collected. In fact, he smirked as he shifts his gaze down on the floor and shakes his head, as if he had found the threat so silly or adorable. Biting his lip as he raises his sights once more.

"Nah.....we didn't come here to fight you. We just came over to get the girl....our baby girl...our baby sister."

Everyone in the room was astounded and raised a brow, you couldn't deny but you too were caught off guard with how he addressed you, yet the sudden issue of "baby sister" had caused you to not think too hard on the address.

"..um....guys....Wendy's right. I can't just leave, I just moved in and it wouldn't be-"

Cutting you off once more, Heejeong walks up in your direction.

"You don't need to worry baby-sis. We got you covered." he smirks out as he bites down on his lip, much like Heeseung did. It seemed to be a habitual trait with both boys.

Digging into his inner pocket, he fishes out a rather thick stack of pure cash, bundled and rubber-banded together. You weren't sure just how much it amounted to, yet you knew it was high....very high.

"Here." he calmly speaks out as he carelessly tosses the stack towards Wendy, in a rather rude manner which had triggered you to irk a brow up for a second, yet you were too surprised, and intimidated by their demeanors to say anything. You couldn't figure out who was scarier, Heejeong or Heeseung.

"Wh-what's this?" Wendy asks.

"That should be more than enough to cover Y/N's part of the rent for the next six months, which gives you plenty of time to find a replacement."

Your eyes grew wide. Did they intend on bringing you back with them this entire time? There was no way they didn't, otherwise, why else go through the trouble to stop at the bank and draw out such large sums of money in cash?

"Bullshit! There's no way that is six months worth of rent!" Jeff snaps out, nodding towards Wendy, gesturing for her to count each single bill. Both you and Wendy were surprised at Jeff's dense statement since clearly, the stack showed legitimate currency in high value. But it wasn't just you two that were surprised and somewhat irked by his ignorance, Heejeong, much less Heeseung, who rolled his eyes at the outlandish statement, merely chuckled in an demeaning manner. Heejeong however, stood with a straight face as he looked over towards Jeff.

"Were you born with an added chromosome in your DNA? Or are you the product of goat fucking your mom's cunt? If you want to count it, go ahead, but we're leaving."

Jeff began lashing out a hurl of insults as Wendy quickly got up and stepped in front of him, trying to calm him down as he took Heejeong's rather brutal insult in high offense.

"Y/n..... we're leaving." Heejeong looks over as he smirks at you. Reaching up, he moves a piece of your hair away from your face. Turning his head back towards Heeseung for a moment, he proceeds to communicate with his brother in regards to your departure.

"Do you have her wallet?" Heejeong calmly asks Heeseung.

"Yeah." Heeseung responds as he grabs it from the console table. Grabbing your jacket off a nearby chair, he brings it over to you. "Put it on girly, lets go get you some coffee and show you around the house. You'll like it, it's got lots of space and has everything you need." winking at you, Heeseung wraps your jacket over your shoulders, gesturing for you to feed your arms through the sleeves as he aids you, much like a mother dressing her child.

"There you go. Good baby-sis." Grabbing your arms once your jacket was fully adorned, he admits a gentle squeeze before turning over to Heejeong and nodding.

"Alright, we're out. You all enjoy the rest of your day." Heeseung remarks, yet on the way out, you had only caught it from the corner of your eye right before Heejeong took you by the hand and pulled you to his side as Heeseung trailed behind you both, but you could have sworn for a moment...that terrifying glare was back on his face once more....looking straight over towards Jeff.

“What was that?” You thought to yourself as you walked out of the apartment. You couldn’t put your finger on it but there was something about that look in Heeseung's eye that gave you an unsettling feeling.

............

"Lets go get some coffee shall we?" Heejeong smirks out as he side glances in your direction, looking down at you from his staggering height.

"Um....about this whole moving thing..." you started.

"Shhh don't worry about that. We took care of everything, your roommate can tell the movers to pack, unless.....you don't trust her?" Heejeong raised a brow, yet his smirk was still persistently plastered on his face.

"No it's not that. Its just....I"m not sure if it's such a good idea...."

"Why not? We're family, we have to take care of each other. Plus...."

Heejeong paused for a moment, in both his words and his movement. You took a couple steps forward before noticing that he had stopped walking, as you turned back, you couldn't be sure but there was that similar uneasy feeling that you sensed by the look on his face, only it was hard for you to tell since he had his glasses on....yet for a slight moment as he slid them upward along the bridge of his nose, there was something about his gaze matched with the smirk on his face that was discerning enough. Even with the glasses back in place over his eyes, there was this feeling...

”I’ve didn’t like the fact that you were sharing the same living space with someone like that guy…Jeff was it?”

You nodded hesitantly. Even though you were still a bit unsure of moving in with your soon to be step-brothers, you couldn’t argue that Heejeong did make a valid point. Especially with how things were going down before the twin brothers had arrived, things were beginning to become out of hand. Honestly, had it not been for the both of them arriving just in time, who knows what would have happened.

“Well I guess you make a point. I supposed just for a little while until I can find my own place and-“

“Hey-aaaaaaayyyeeee…siiiiis.” Gently grabbing you by the arms and squaring your frame parallel to hidden he takes his index finger and slides his glasses down just a tad bit to eyeball your gaze. “Let’s just….enjoy ourselves and spend time together, mmkay? This will help us get to know eachother better since you know….your mom and our dad are getting married soon.”

You were at a loss for words, despite feeling uneasy about moving in so suddenly, one again, Heejeong made a valid point. Your mother was to marry Danny in a matter of days, and you really hadn’t gotten to know your new additional family members, perhaps this was all fate and would provide the positive outcomes of gaining a better bond with your new brothers.

Betrothed to the notorious Bluebeard, the maiden travels to meet her fiancé and marry.

Blinded by the mysterious and shallowness of his reputation, the maiden falls weary.

For the rumors be known, that the six wives of Bluebeard, no longer heard of and be out of sight.

Causing the maiden to fear for her own life, avoiding at all costs, chaos and strife.

Little did the pretty maiden know, that the danger that lurked in the shadows of Bluebeards home,

Will provide no escape, for which she will soon find that her harmless mistake, will be something she will soon atone.

..........

"Here we are!" Heeseung spoke out in an elated tone as he opens the front door and leads you inside, with Heejeong closely behind you.

Upon hearing the door shut behind caused you to turn halfway rather suddenly as you still felt somewhat uneasy about the entire arrangement. Yet the entire time the three of you were out grabbing coffee from your favorite cafe, the subject was always quickly hushed by both brothers each time you had brought it up. Despite them being rather gentle about it, always reassuring you with a soft smile on their identical faces, you still felt as if you were intruding into their life, even though it was their idea for you to live with them.

"Kitchen is over here, come on." Taking you by the hand, Heeseung leads you into the wide open floor concept of the kitchen and dining room combination. The house was enormous, with the dining room and kitchen area being the size of most living rooms.

"Rooms are all upstairs, we'll take you up there in a minute."

Continuing with the tour, Heeseung leading the front while Heejeong trailing behind, you were introduced to the massive living room, a sun room, the large backyard that was secluded by a heavy tree line, the wide patio that displayed a built in spa tub, with a large swimming pool that was surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges off into the yard. It was overwhelming, yet they continued to guide you showing the amenities in the entire house.

"Now for upstairs, this way." once again, Heeseung takes your hand and leads you up the grand stair way with Heejeong behind you. "This is the theater room."

Opening the door across from all the bedrooms, Heeseung reveals the large studio room that displayed rows of luxury sofa seating that faced a large blank wall, with a projector pointed in it's direction.

"We also use this as the game room for whenever we feel like gaming. Do you play video games, y/n?" Heeseung gives a side grin as he issues you the question.

"Um...not so much nowadays, I used to a little bit....with friends back in high school."

"Huh....you're going to fit right in then." Heeseung finishes his sentence with a slight bite of his lip. "Your room is right here, in between ours. It's the biggest one, we figured you could use the space, since we don't really need a bedroom that big."

Leading you in, your eyes grew slightly wide at how the furnishings of the room was formatted to fit the feminine aspect of interior design, despite the rest of the house being more formatted in in the masculine vibe.

"Oh wow.....you um....made it...-"

"For you." Heejeong finishes. "It has it's own bathroom, right there off by the corner next to the master closet. We figured you being the only girl here, you should get the most privacy."

You turned at his words, only to find the pair staring at you with their arms crossed, standing side by side as they smiled your way.

"Well....thank you. Um....will you at least let me pay you guys rent, this is very nice of you guys just...I'm a little bit overwhelmed..." you spoke honestly.

"Don't worry. Trust us, we're not even concerned with it. We're just glad that you'll be close by and safe from men like the one that we ditched behind back there." Heeseung states, brushing his shoulder as he sighs out another smirk at you.

"Why don't you get settled in and get some rest, it's already getting a little late." Heejeong insists. "We placed a pair of our t-shirts and whatever else we could scrap up out of our closet for you to sleep in. Your mom also gave us some of your clothes that you had left behind at her apartment, they're in the closet. Just to tie you over until tomorrow morning when the movers come over."

"My mom gave you my clothes?" you asked, wondering if she knew that the boys had planned in moving you in, and if she had supported their decision.

"Yeah, we stopped over there earlier."

"Oh....."

"You okay" Heejoeng smirks as he tilts his head.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just.......I guess I'm overwhelmed still....but also grateful. Thank you."

"Huh...good girl." Heejeong spoke softly....so soft, that you didn't even hear him.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"Oh nothing, just said it's good." Heejeong answers back.

"Anyhow, get some rest, we'll see you in the morning. If you need anything, just text us." Both boys gently waved as they left the room and gently shut the door behind them.

There you stood in your lonesome state. The room was decorated with such beautiful and feminine wall paneling, with silk wallpaper of French damask patterns that reflecting hues of an offwhite to bounce off the beige wall color. The vanity, drawers, and bed frame matched in a natural cream base with gold and black trim, adding a perfect amount of accent to the room.

Changing into one of the boy's oversize t-shirt, you climbed into the bed, draped with satin sheets and a thick comforter set, filled with goose feathers. The boys knew luxury, though it didn't surprise you considering they were the heir's of a major corporation that ran the entire city.

Calling your mother, she answers with a tiresome voice.

"Oh I'm sorry mama...did I wake you?"

"Mmm no y/n, it's okay, is everything alright?"

"Yeah....i just um..."

You explained the entire daily event of what had happened between you and Jeff, and how your new step-brothers had, while not maliciously, yet seemingly forced you to move in.

"Ah, that's why they picked up your clothes. They said they were designating a room for you, but I assumed it was for whenever you decide to stay over night whenever you spend time with them. Kind of like how you do with your cousin's place."

Nodding, you seem to understand that the entire thing was just a mass misunderstanding on your mother's part, and that the boys had merely acted upon their own accord after you told them of how Jeff had been treating you. In a way, you got exactly what you asked for....

Recalling your inner thoughts, right before the exchanging of text messages between you and Heeseung, you felt like punching yourself in the gut upon remembering...

"hmm...I wonder if they care enough about me as their step-sister to actually save me?"

"God....well....I guess my own question was answered today."

Turning over to your side, you drifted off as the soft fabric of the comforter closed you into a cave of warmth and comfort.

"At least I dont have to worry about Jeff anymore....that was starting to become bothersome..."

.........................

"Good Morning! Did you sleep well?" Heejeong greets you as you make your way down stairs.

"Good morning, and yes I did. Thank you."

"Good. Come over to the kitchen with me, we can go make breakfast. Heeseung is barely just getting up right now, he'll be down after a bit."

Nodding, you take Heejeong's hand as he extends it your way upon finishing the remaining steps of the stairway.

"What are you hungry for?" He asks as he opens the fridge.

"Um....I'm down for anything. What did you have in mind?" Honestly, you weren't even that hungry, yet you didn't want to be rude as the two boys were being awfully nice and friendly, going out of their way in bringing you comfort and decorating a room just for you.

"Well, we have eggs, we got sausage, mitbanchan, we can make some rice, and we even got some rice cakes if you want a little sweetness with your breakfast."

Looking over to you, you nodded as he seemed like he was smiling your way waiting for your approval.

"I can make the rice." you insisted, considering you had learned from one of your friends who was of Korean descent. "Oh good, I'll get the pan out and get it ready for us to cook the sausage."

Taking the pot from the rice cooker, you eyeballed a measurement that was roughly about six cups of rice, and began rinsing the grains as you massaged and cleaned them by hand.

"So who taught you how to make rice?" Heejeong smiled as he leaned in from behind you.

"Oh, I had a friend from high school who was Korean and she and her mom taught me during a sleep over one time." you chuckled, as did he.

You felt him watching you, which had started to make you nervous. You wondered if you were doing something wrong, so you slightly turned and smiled at him as you both made sudden eye contact.

"Am I doing it correctly? It's been a while."

"Yeah, you're doing good. I just like watching you clean the rice. It's kind of therapeutic." he smirks as his gaze moves back over to your hands massaging the dampened grains in between your palms.

"Here, I'll help."

Rather suddenly, you didn't have time to process his words let alone respond, as you felt him lean in....closely from behind. Both his hands reach around you, his arms cradling and trapping you in a reverted embrace as he washes his hands and then proceeds to dip them into the pot. His fingers gently grazing against the outer palm of your hands as he grabs a handful of grains and begins massaging them in the same motion that you had committed to.

You slightly gulped as you felt a bit strange and yet, it nearly felt satisfying to be caved in....by him.

Was it his scent? That wonderful musk of the deep blue sea with a hint of salty vanilla, aloe, and eucalyptus.

Or maybe it was the feeling of his firm arms, how they felt so strong yet they were wrapped around you gently, while not over crossing any boundaries, yet subtle with the physical contact you both shared.

Or could it have been the way it felt with his chest and his lower abdomen slightly pressed against your backside, with his chin gently grazing against the top of your head as he slightly rests it on the side, right above your ear, while whispering....

"There.....we can do it together....its fun, see?"

You were left speechless when taking in the feeling of his lips barely touching your ear as he whispered, the hot vapors of his breathe entering in your canal as the tip of his nose touches your strands. Through his words, it was faint, but you could hear him taking in an inhale of the scent of your hair.

"Is this.......this isn't at all how brothers and sisters should act....but we're not brother and sister.....we're step siblings.....but still....this isn't right yet....why does this feel so natural....and nice?"

You've heard of step-siblings developing feelings for each other, so long as there was no blood relation, yet it was something that was still frowned upon, at least in the area you lived in. With a high class community, it didn't leave much room for individuals to be open minded or understanding, instead, many judged and would become hostile over something that they didn't see eye to eye with. This, being one of them. Plus there was the fact that Heejeong had a girlfriend, Yeon-jin.

Yet still....

Was it so bad for you to feel this good? Especially when he was relaxing just a little bit of his weight against you. It just felt nice...like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together.

To your utmost shock, the moment you felt him pressed up against you more, pushing your pelvis forward as it gently bumps against the edge of the counter, you felt the rush of blood and tingling traveling downwards, from our chest to your pelvis....and even lower.

Gasping slightly, you slightly retract back and away from the edge of the counter, but by doing so, you had pressed against his groin even more than he initially had done.

Feeling your shocked movement, he takes a step forward, once again having your pelvic bone meet with the edge of the counter on the kitchen island. With another step, you felt the pressure of his lower abdomen firmly planted against your lower back and your rear.

"Shhh.....its only rice....siiiiiissssss." he softly hisses into your ear as he ended it with a soft chuckle. "Let me help you......let me help you with everything." he softly states as he presses his chin against your head.

You felt yourself zoning out as you dazed your sight on an empty spot on the wall across the other side of the room, barely massaging the grains that were settling in your hand. Slowly, you felt your body going slightly limp. His groin pressed firmly against you, your body couldn't help but slightly lean forward just a tad, as your eyelids grew heavy and the pungent sensation in your core starts to rise, all due to his touch and mannerisms triggering you to grow weak in the knees.

It was beyond your control, yet you could have at least put up a fight. However, the way your body had spoke to you internally....it yearned to be touched, to be grabbed, to be rubbed and caressed....it yearned to be.....

"Yeah...just like that. Just keep rubbing them." He whispers once more as he takes both your hands in his, and guides them to scoop up the rice and massage them in his pace. Chuckling, he once again rests his chin just slightly against the side of your head.

Gulping down a breath, it was very faint, yet with your luck, he had heard it. A subtle and airy, whispering whimper emerged from your lips as you felt him press inward more. The tightness of his frame applying the hard pressure of trapping you against the counter was just.....

"Ugh...."

Hearing it, he whispers....so low and deep.

"Yeah?.....Do you like that?"

Breathlessly whispering, the pounding of your pelvic muscles distracted you from everything else, to include his whisper which you had barely made out.

"Tell me.....what do you want me to help you with next....siiiiissss?" he whispers once more, only this time, his lips made full contact with your ear as his hot breath accompanied the sensation.

Hearing his words, you don't know what was it that made you gather the last inch of your strength internally, yet somehow you found it. Wincing your eyes shut, you barely gained control back with your body as you came back to your sense, though had he persisted with just even the slightest bit of tenacity, you would have caved in.

"What am I doing?? What's wrong with me?! I can't do this." an inner voice snapped you out of your zoned state as you shook your eyes shut.

"Umm....let me start cooking the sausage, do you want to finish washing the rice?" you softly spoke out with a nervous smile as you turned your face slightly away.

"Yeah.....sure." He smirks out, as he watches you slightly duck down and swoop away under his arm. Rinsing your hands clean, you turned and immediately started to focus on cooking the meat, hoping to regain your composure as your hands remained shaking.

As you turned on the stove, you set it to low in order to allow you time to prep the vegetables. Standing at the other side of the counter while Heejeong remained on the kitchen island sink, finishing up with the rice, it was faint, yet you could have sworn that you heard a deep chuckle emerge from him the moment he heard you move over to start cutting the veggies.

He must have sensed you being nervous. You pretend to not hear as you grab the knife and began chopping up each vegetable, when you heard Heejeong's voice greet Heeseung.

"Welcome sleepy head. We're making breakfast, care to join?" Heejeong spoke as he finished rinsing the rice, set the pot inside the rice cooker, and set it on cook.

Stretching while he gave his answer, Heeseung nodded as he groaned slightly from the stretch.

You heard the faint footsteps from behind when you suddenly felt a hand rest against your waist, and another reach around the opposite side, grabbing hold if a cucumber and holding it high.

"Heejeong putting you to work on vegetables?" Heeseung smirks as he bites into the cucumber.

You chuckled slightly. "Oh no, he was helping me with the rice but I figured I could start on the veggies and then cook the meat."

"Don't worry about the sausage, I got it. Why don't you and Heeseung take care of those vegetables." with a devilish smirk, Heejeong assigns the two of you with the task of vegetable prep. Heeseung didn't object.

"Sounds good." Heeseung smirks out, before nudging you from behind. "Come on y/n, tell me what you need help with..." he whispers against your ear.

With his arms, he closes you against him as he gently embraces you from behind, playfully nudging his nose agains the back of your head.

Much like his brother, Heeseung had a scent that left you a bit weak on the knees. It had the same effect as Heejeong, yet was different. While Heejeong's cologne was brisk, fresh, and flared the calming scent of the ocean, with a tinge of warmth from the vanilla and the coolness of the eucalyptus, Heeseung's was the opposite.

There was more warmth, with a tinge of an icy punch to his scent.

He smelled largely of mandarin with a hint of vanilla bean, which all provided the warm sensation that hit your nose, yet there was a fraction of the base of his scent which was similar to black leather, adding it’s own unique punch much like Heejeong’s.

“Oh….umm…did you want to wash the rest of these?” You placed your hand softly atop a row of assorted vegetables as you turned your face slightly away, just as you had done with Heejeong in feeling the blood rush through to your face.

"Sure." Heeseung chuckles out as he takes another bite of the vegetable in hand, eyeballing you from the side as your back remained facing him.

The three of you enjoyed breakfast, and to your amazement, it wasn't awkward as you initially had feared once you found ourself sitting across from Heejeong. After the display you both had committed to while washing the rice, you figured it was best to go with the flow of the atmosphere, which was lively, carefree, and nothing but positive energy as both Heejeong and Heeseung entertained you with jokes and fun stories of their college years as team captains for their respective sports.

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After breakfast, the movers had arrived right on time as Heejeong and Heeseung had arranged. You were surprised at how detailed and thorough the movers had done their job. From lifting, bringing in every box, to unpacking and placing everything wherever you pointed or guided them to set the items in place.

Once everything was unpacked, your room felt much cozier with all your belongings in reach once more.

"Got everything princess?" Heeseung stood leaning against the door way with his arms crossed.

"Oh yeah." You chuckled out as you took in the view from the window. "You guys picked a huge lot for this house...how many acres did you get?" You inquired, recalling that your mother mentioned the boys buying a plot of land over a year ago with the intentions of building a house of their own.

"Hmmm.....its about fifteen." Heeseung rolls his eyes inquisitively as he regains the memory of the acreage count, all followed by that same smirk that he and his brother like to display frequently.

You nodded as you took in the breathtaking view from your window.

".....Why do I still feel that staying here is just.....should I?......"

Secretly, you found yourself contemplating on finding a place of your own in the near future. However, for now, this was fine.....

So you thought....

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The next day, you were back to your regular routine of going into work. Both Heeseung and Heejeong drove you in one of their car's, taking you right up to the entrance.

Heejeong turned his whole body to peer over towards you from the front passenger seat, placing a hand on Heeseung's headrest as he leans in over the center console, while you sat in the back right behind the driver's seat.

"We'll be here to pick you back up when you're done with work." he calmly states with a wide eye look, almost as if he was beholding a great sight or view of something wondrous.

Little did you know...

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"Hey Y/n, is that you?"

You turned at the voice calling out towards you, and found a fellow acquaintance from high school.

"Oh my goodness, Kurt! Is that really you? It's been too long, how are you?" you smiled widely as you greet the familiar face that you once found yourself feeling a sense of romantic fondness for, yet never pursued as the man was always claimed for by his fellow senior leveled peers, while you were in our junior year.

"Wow, it's been a long time. You work here?"

"Yes, I do. I just graduated roughly five months ago from (enter your college name) university."

"No shit? I have a friend who attended there last year."

"Wow....what a small world." You chuckled as you displayed a sweet smile. The view of his face brought back memories from your days as a silly high school student, yet you were already a groomed, young woman who was further blossoming as you entered the tender age of seventeen and moved right along to eighteen, facing the prospects of your future as an aspiring college student.

"So yeah, I thought I recognized you. What are you up to these days?"

"Oh nothing much. I just started working here and my mom, do you remember her from all those times she picked me up from school?"

"Yeah I do." he softly laughs at the memory of you being picked up.

"Yeah, she's getting married in a couple of days."

"Good for her! Tell her I said congrats."

"I will...." you chuckled softly as you remained smiling gently towards the man. You found yourself wondering what it was that you ever saw within him, as the man did display handsome features, yet it was not at all to your preference. Perhaps your taste in men changed, despite you not taking interest in dating or focusing on relationship prospects. Still, you couldn't help but find yourself more attracted to exotic features, whereas Kurt was pure Caucasian all the way through, looking at him now, his face only brought back the memories of being a younger woman who didn't know anything in regards to future, love, and relationships.

Snapping you out of your zoned state, Kurt's voice gently triggers your eyes to grow slightly wide the moment you processed his question.

"Soooo...what about you? Any boyfriends or husbands in your life at the moment?"

"Oh no." You chuckled as you crossed your arms gently. "No, I kind of took a long break from the whole dating scene once I started college."

"Oh wow, so it's been a while since you've had companionship."

"Mmm..it's not all so bad."

"Well....do you think you could take a break...from that break?.....And join me for dinner next Saturday night?"

Before you could think....or answer, your phone sets off a ding indicating a text. As you read the message, you felt your chest sink in just a bit.

"Uh....Kurt, why don't I give you my number and you text me? I need to check my schedule and I can let you know. Is that okay?" you made up an excuse on the spot, as you relayed your phone number to Kurt.

"Alright got it."

"Okay, just text me and I'll check and get back to you."

"Sounds good. I'll be looking forward to it."

Grabbing your belongings, you clocked out right on the last minute, avoiding going on unapproved overtime.

"Huh....there timing is very punctual."

Looking at the text once more, you take the elevator to reach the first floor level as you walked towards the main entrance and exit point. Reading the text once more, there was that strange feeling that hit your gut once more. It was an odd feeling, one that you couldn't pinpoint yet it hit you hard enough for you to try and figure out what it was about the text that made you felt....strange, even though the text, after reading it several times in the elevator, seemed harmless.

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CHAPTER 5

Authors note: In case yall are asking, I did some research and mitbanchan (what Heejeong was grabbing out of the fridge) is a series of Korean side dishes, normally consisting of assorted pickled veggies, broiled meats, some beans and seafood. I wanted to keep the authenticity in their Korean heritage within the chapter without being too generic.

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[yumiyue07]

Through Fire and Blood

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

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H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

Trigger warning: swearing, violence, abuse ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

You had dozed off from exhaustion when voices outside your door woke you up. You were immediately on alert, straining to listen to their words. You lay motionless, pretending to be still asleep.

"Come on, don't be such a wimp. We're just having a bit of fun with her. The boss won't notice a thing. He isn’t even here at the moment. We'll stuff her mouth so she can't scream," his voice filled with a sickening sense of amusement.

Fear gripped you at the realization that none of these degenerate men would come to your aid. It felt like that night in the subway… only this time, H/N wouldn't be here to save you. Your arms and ankles were tied together, leaving you completely helpless.

Your pulse raced as the door slowly creaked open. Instinctively, you wanted to scream for help, but the sight of the machete silenced you.

"Shh, not a peep out of you. We just want to keep you company so that you don't feel so lonely," one of them sneered, his yellow teeth glinting in the dim light. His voice was thick with a sickening mixture of menace and lust.

"And maybe you can give us something back in return," the other one grinned meaningfully at you, his eyes burning with a predatory gleam. As he closed the door, a wave of dread washed over you. You were trapped, at their mercy, and you knew what they wanted.

You clutched the blanket, your only defense, tightly around you as the other man reached for it, and your heart pounded against your ribs.

"Look, Mamba, she’s acting all shy. You little bitch. It’s just the three of us, he taunted, his words were a dagger, striking deep into your fear. "Don’t pretend like you’ve never sucked…"

"Hurry up, Naga," Mamba, the machete man, cut him off. "We don't have time for long speeches. Get to the point, or to her pants, I should say," he said, grinning. Naga's hand moved toward his belt, his fingers hovering over the zipper. "Don't stress me now. There’s no one here to disturb us anyway. You know, they all went for a meeting with the boss or here on patrol. So it’s just the three of us."

The cold was seeping into your bones, a numbing chill that mirrored your despair. Even if you screamed, no one would rush to your aid. Your mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare.

"If you do anything to me, I'll tell the boss," you choked out, your voice barely a whisper.

Their smirks faltered, but only for a fleeting moment.

"You won't," Mamba snarled, his eyes narrowing. "You'll keep your mouth shut."

"And if you say a word to anyone," Naga added menacingly, "we'll take every opportunity to have fun with you." He paused, his gaze shifting to your face, a cruel glint in his eye. "Oh, and we'll hurt your beloved moron, H/N, and his troupe badly. How about a fire in his headquarters? So, it's up to you."

The words hung heavy in the air. You had to swallow hard, the realization sinking in that your fate, and the fate of those you cared about, was in their merciless hands.

"Well, there you go. Now let's see what you're hiding under your blanket." With a brutal yank, he tore the blanket away, sending it flying across the room.

"We don't need that," Naga sneered, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. He loomed over you, kneeling beside your mattress.

You refused to surrender without a fight. With a desperate

effort, you slid back against the wall, creating as much distance as possible. Then, with every ounce of strength, you lashed out with your feet, landing a few lucky blows.

"Hold fucking still!" he roared his voice, a thunderclap that echoed in your ears. "Mamba do something."

"If you don't hold still right now, I'll slice your legs open," his threat hung like a dark cloud of violence that loomed over your head.

But you didn't care. You fought back with renewed fury, thrashing and kicking wildly.

Naga grunted, his grip tightening on your legs. With a savage effort, he pinned your lower body, his weight crushing you. Your arms were held down, your body a helpless prisoner.

"So now that the wildcat is tamed," Naga taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. His free hand tore at your top,

"Oh, Mamba, look at that," he jeered. "She likes to wear lace. I like that, too."

Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. You felt nauseous, your body revolting against the horror being inflicted upon you. Your mind was a desperate plea for help, a silent scream for H/N.

"Help me, please," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart.

"What are you two doing?" Just as he was about to pull down your pants, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

A wave of relief washed over you at the sound. You never thought you'd be so grateful to hear that voice. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you turned to see Jun Ho standing in the doorway, his expression stern as he glared at the two men.

"Hyung...well...the thing is, she heard us talking out here and then shouted for us to come in. She said she feels so lonely and needs some male company," Naga stammered, scrambling to his feet and hastily buttoning his pants. His voice was a pathetic attempt to justify his actions.

Jun Ho's eyes narrowed as he turned to you. You lay there, exposed and vulnerable, your tear-streaked face a testament to the horror you had endured. His gaze was a cold, piercing laser, cutting through Naga's feeble lies.

"You're lying! That's obvious," he roared, his tone dripping with disdain. With swift retribution, he kicked Naga in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. You winced at the sight, your own suffering momentarily forgotten in the face of Naga's punishment.

"I'm sorry, Hyung," Naga whimpered, his voice filled with fear and regret.

"It's too late for that. Our boss won't be pleased when he finds out what you tried to do to his bride-to-be," the chauffeur growled, his voice laced with anger.

The other man, Mamba, attempted to deflect blame, pleading, "I...I didn't want to. He made me do it. Please don’t tell our boss." But his excuses fell on deaf ears as Jun Ho delivered a punishing blow to his face with his fist.

"You bastards! Get out of here. I'll deal with you later," he commanded, his voice seething with fury. Without hesitation, the two men fled, leaving you alone with the chauffeur, shaken but grateful for his intervention.

He took the blanket, kneeling down beside you. With a gentle movement, he wrapped it around your shivering body, offering a small measure of comfort. "Are you alright, princess?" This time, his voice was devoid of mockery, filled instead with a genuine concern that surprised you. His eyes scanned your body for any signs of injury, his gaze lingering on your tear-streaked face.

You nodded in response, your hair falling into your face. Without hesitation, he reached out and brushed it back, his fingers tracing a gentle path across your cheek. Startled by his own actions, he quickly withdrew his hand and cleared his throat as he averted his gaze. The warmth of his touch lingered on your skin, a contrast to the cold cruelty you had endured.

"Here, have a drink. I'll make sure no one bothers you anymore," he said, offering you a bottle of water. Despite your reservations about him, you were genuinely grateful for his intervention.

"Jun Ho, thank you for helping me," you acknowledged, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as tears filled your eyes.

As if struck by lightning, he looked at you with a mixture of surprise and something else you couldn't quite decipher. He hastily stood up and moved toward the door. "Don't get used to it," he said, his voice a harsh contrast to the kindness he had just shown.

"Sure thing," you replied, a hint of sarcasm in your tone.

"I'm one of the bad guys," he said, turning to face you one last time. "But I can't stand it when women are treated like that." With those words, he closed the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Back then, H/N had said something similar. You couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than met the eye. Perhaps beneath his tough exterior, there was a spark of compassion that could potentially make him an ally.

Shortly afterwards, another young man entered the room, carrying a proper blanket and pillow.

"Hyung told me to bring you this," he explained before quickly disappearing.

"Thank you once again!" you called out, knowing that Jun Ho was nearby.

As you settled in, you couldn't shake the feeling that there might be a way to escape this ordeal, and you resolved to keep searching for it, no matter how small the chance might seem.

Jun Ho's anger pulsed through his veins, a raging inferno that threatened to consume him. He would not let those bastards get away with what they had done. His blood boiled as he recalled the horrifying scene in your room, your vulnerability and fear etched into his memory.

Their boss would undoubtedly be displeased when he found out, but that was secondary. For Jun Ho, it was a matter of personal honor. It was about his own deep-seated need to protect you from harm. A compulsion that had taken root in his heart the moment he had seen you in such a vulnerable state in the car.

As if he had sensed the impending danger, he had returned just a few minutes after leaving for the meeting with their boss. He had used the excuse of forgetting something to look after you, unable to bear the thought of leaving you alone in that dangerous place.

For now, he would sit outside your room, a silent guardian watching over you. No one would enter without his permission.

To be continued...

♡

It wasn't easy to write this rape scene. Unfortunately, it is very often a way of humiliating and torturing women.

I feel terribly sorry for everyone who has to go through something like that.

Sending lots of love 💕

Stay tuned for part 9!

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Ara being Ara -Danny Words: 2,298 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

II: Help! People Are Treating Me Like They're Supposed to and Now I'm Uncomfortable

"Your brother hates me."

"He doesn't."

Leo stops and looks at her. "That guy's going to throw me under the elephant at the first chance he gets."

Ara tries not to laugh. "Percy has a resting bitch face, that's all. You'll be best buds in no time."

"Sunshine, no offense, but you're too close to the danger to see it."

"He doesn't hate you," she insists. "But if he did, I'd still love you."

Leo smirks. "What if I turn into a worm, would you still love me?"

"We've already had this conversation," Ara resumes her walk.

"Last time it was a three-legged dog with rabies!" He quickly catches up with her. "But that one was way out there, so mad respect for saying yes."

She laughs. "That should make it clear enough, then."

"The dog still has some personality though," he teases her. "Worms don't even come in fun colors."

"Worms are useful. You could be bait in my direst moment of need," she jokes.

Leo holds her hand. "Okay, you win. I'm the best boyfriend ever."

"Well, what now?" Nico eyes my Tyrian cape and the laurel crown with little interest.

"I gotta move out of my cabin," I reply. "Preferably before the campers get here, Chiron doesn't want me to distract them."

"You can't stop that from happening," Nico raises a brow.

"Shut up," I reach up to take the crown off.

Lily stops me. "Wear that with pride. We broke out backs training so you could get it." 

I glance at her hand, the scar on my wrist that used to match Lily's is gone, and I'm half glad about it, I won't be reminded of Michael as often now.

"Is there a rule that says she has to wear the whole fit from now?" Nico taunts her. "Please say yes."

"Can I slap him one last time?" I beg Lily.

Ara is starting to understand why Jason didn't escape this camp as soon as he got the chance. Everyone's seated where they please, old and young demigods—even older than Beckendorf—surround her and her friends. They all look healthy, happy, and like they've enjoyed a fulfilling life. If this is the one thing Roman demigods can aspire to have... she wants it too.

Everyone has been nice to her to a decent extent, except for the Octavian guy, but he's rude to everyone, so it doesn't matter. What keeps bothering her is that Percy isn't the only one staring at Leo weirdly. Hazel Levesque keeps stealing glances at him and Ara doesn't know how to interpret that. 

Percy told Annabeth that she was someone else's girlfriend... but there's a faint lavender glow coming out of Hazel ever since Leo took the seat next to her. "...My brother, Nico, went looking for the doors," the girl mentions as they start talking about the prophecy.

"Wait," Annabeth frowns. "Nico di Angelo? He's your brother?"

Ara tenses. "About that... Can I talk to him?"

"Ara..." Percy stares at her with a look of warning.

"We're talking about a fourteen-year-old boy, tall and severely malnourished, right?" She ignores him.

"Ara," he presses.

Hazel tilts her head in confusion. "Wait, he's fourteen?"

"Nico Di Angelo has been here before, even though he's Greek," Ara continues, anger bubbling up in her stomach. Percy tries to talk but she lifts a hand to stop him. "He brought you here?"

"Yes, last September," Hazel replies awkwardly. "But he never mentioned your camp, I swear."

"Ara," Percy looks at her sternly. "Chill."

"I'm chill," she replies, clearly not chill at all. "I just wanna talk to Di Angelo."

"You can't," Percy continues. "Hazel was about to tell us what her brother was doing before he went missing."

Ara's soul leaves her body. "He's missing?"

The first time I met Nico and Bianca Di Angelo wasn't even the first time for real. We met in the Lotus Hotel, but I only remembered a year after we found them.

The first time we spoke isn't as important as the time we almost killed each other, anyway. The first time, I mean, when Nico shattered the Pavilion's floor. But you've heard that story, so I'll tell you about the first time I officially met the Di Angelo siblings.

Percy, Thalia, Annabeth, and I arrive at the creepy military school, where a monster is already there to welcome us. He didn't notice me at first, which was good, I could sneak my way towards Bianca and Nico without the monster knowing.

"Hi!"

Bianca gives a start. I've interrupted some kind of argument between her and her brother. "Hi?"

"I'm Ara," I reach to shake her hand. "Jackson."

It's not the first time I introduced myself with that last name, but it is the first time that sounds natural. Bianca shakes my hand. "Bianca Di Angelo. Are you new?"

"Yeah! And I saw you two from across the gym, you seem nice," I look at Nico and grin when I see the cards he's holding. "Cool deck! I have a friend who's a huge fan of Mythomagic."

The boy's eyes widen. "You wanna play?"

"Sure," I take a sit next to him.

He's the same age I was when I met Percy, and I'm the same age Percy was then. My vanity tricks me into thinking that's enough to dazzle the boy, but people aren't interested in age, just power. When I met Percy, he had my respect 'cause he was strong and cool. 

It didn't matter if I was older, I was a nobody to Nico.

Ara makes an effort to be quiet now, too shaken to argue.

"The last thing he said to me was that he was going to look for the doors of death. That's all I know."

"We'll look for him," Percy assures Hazel. "Right, Ara?"

"Of course," Nico is annoying and difficult, but he's a camper, and he was her friend once, she doesn't want him gone and out of her life permanently. "But let's recap—The doors are in Rome?"

"That's what Thanatos said, yeah," Percy responds. "And finding them should be our priority anyway, as long as Gaea's army has control over them, the monsters will come back as soon as we kill them."

"Like water leaking through a dam," Piper mumbles.

"Yeah," Percy glances at Ara. "We've got a dam hole."

"What?" Piper blinks.

"Nothing. Inside joke. The point is we'll have to find the doors and close them before we can head to Greece. It's the only way we'll stand a chance of defeating the giants and making sure they stay defeated."

"You propose an expedition to Greece in your warship," Reyna says. "You do realize that the ancient lands—and the Mare Nostrum—are dangerous?"

"Mary who?" Leo asks.

"Mare Nostrum," Jason corrects him. "Our Sea. It's what the Ancient Romans called the Mediterranean."

"The territory that was once the Roman Empire is not only the birthplace of the gods," Reyna continues. "It's also the ancestral home of the monsters, Titans and giants... and worse things. As dangerous as travel is for demigods here in America, there it would be ten times worse."

"You said Alaska would be bad," Percy points out. "We survived that."

"Percy, traveling in the Mediterranean is a different level of danger altogether. It's been off-limits to Roman demigods for centuries. No hero in his right mind would go there."

"Then we're good!" Leo smiles. "Because we're all crazy, right? Besides, the Argo II is a top-of-the-line warship. She'll get us through—and Ara's the daughter of Olympus, she'll keep us safe."

"Ara can't look after all of us, it would be selfish to expect that," Percy scolds him.

"He didn't mean it like that," Ara is quick to intervene.

"Then he shouldn't say it—"

"Percy, don't start," Ara snaps at him. 

Percy glances at Leo with irritation, and Ara wonders why is he so hostile towards the boy.

"We'll have to hurry, I don't know exactly what the giants are planning, but Gaea is growing more conscious all the time," Jason continues, nervously glancing at the trio. "She's invading dreams, appearing in weird places, summoning more and more powerful monsters. We have to stop the giants before they can wake her up fully."

"Seven half-bloods must answer the call," Annabeth quotes. "It needs to be a mix from both our camps. Jason, Piper, Leo, and me. That's four."

"And me," Percy nods. "Along with Hazel and Frank. That's seven."

"And then there's me..." Ara grabs a fistful of grapes from a passing platter and eats a bunch at once.

I blame myself for not trying harder. I keep thinking that maybe if I'd befriended Bianca, none of what happened would've happened. Not in the way it did, anyway.

I didn't understand why she left Nico. He was her family and she dropped him just like that? I begged for something like what she had my whole life, and this girl gave it up so easily! 

I wasn't nice after she joined the hunters, and this caused Nico to attach to me. I was the same age as his sister and I was validating his feelings, I was Percy's sister as well, and he wanted to know all about him.

Nico punished Bianca by latching onto me and Lily, and that made her dislike us. In the end, Nico hated me for it. If I hadn't encouraged his behavior, the Di Angelo's would've parted on friendlier terms, and then maybe he wouldn't hold such a grudge towards me.

Despite all this... I still don't understand Bianca's decision, I gave up on having my own life to look after my loved ones forever, because that's what you do when your love is real.

Octavian stands up. "We're just supposed to accept that? Without a vote in the senate? Without a proper debate? Without—"

"Percy! Ara!" Tyson and Mrs. O'Leary rush in, there is a harpy seated on the hellhound. "Ella is scared!"

"N-n-no more boats," the harpy shivers. "Titanic, Lusitania, Pax... boats are not for harpies."

"Did that chicken girl just compare my ship to the Titanic?" Leo asks Hazel.

"She's not a chicken," Hazel avoids Leo's eyes and blushes. "Ella's a harpy. She's just a little... high-strung."

"Ella is pretty," Tyson continues. "And scared. We need to take her away, but she will not go on the ship."

"No ships. Bad luck," she spots Annabeth. "There she is. Wisdom's daughter walks alone—"

"Ella!" Frank tries to stop her. "Maybe it's not the best time—"

"The Mark of Athena burns through Rome," the harpy continues. "Twins snuff out the angel's breath, Who holds the key to endless death. Giants' bane stands gold and pale, Won through pain from a woven jail."

Ara's eyes land on Annabeth, whose entire face is flushed. "Was that—"

"I know!" Percy interrupts her. "How about you take Ella to get some fresh air? You and Mrs. O'Leary—"

"Hold on," Octavian's hands twist a plushie anxiously. "What was that she said? It sounded like—"

"Ella reads a lot," Frank explains. "We found her at a library."

"Yes!" Hazel continues. "Probably just something she read in a book."

"Books," Ella hums. "Ella likes books."

Ara's skin tingles with curiosity. They want to keep that harpy away from Octavian, and she wants to know why. 

"That was a prophecy," the guy insists. "It sounded like a prophecy."

Annabeth laughs, but Ara can tell it's fake. "Really, Octavian? Maybe harpies are different here, on the Roman side. Ours have just enough intelligence to clean cabins and cook lunches. Do yours usually foretell the future? Do you consult them for your auguries?"

While the rest of the demigods around them chuckle, Octavian seems to hesitate. "I, uh... No, but—"

"She's just spouting lines from some book," Annabeth dismisses the subject, "like Hazel suggested. Besides, we already have a real prophecy to worry about. Percy's right," she turns to Tyson. "Why don't you take Ella and Mrs. O'Leary and shadow-travel somewhere for a while. Is Ella okay with that?"

"'Large dogs are good. Old Yeller, 1957, screenplay by Fred Gipson and William Tunberg."

"Great!" Percy clasps his hands together. "We'll Iris-message you guys when we're done and catch up with you later."

Reyna's people look at her for approval whilst Ara's crew turns to her. The girls share a look, Ara would like to talk to Ella, but now's not the time, she doesn't want Octavian around for it, and he's clearly not well in the head. 

Reyna raises a brow. Ara can read her expression easily: "Your call, General." 

The girl leans back on her seat and shrugs, popping another grape into her mouth. Reyna turns to Tyson and Ella. "Fine. Go." She then turns to the others. "Octavian is right about one thing. We must gain the senate's approval before we let any of our legionnaires go on a quest—especially one as dangerous as you're suggesting."

"This whole thing smells of treachery," Octavian sneers. "That trireme is not a ship of peace!"

"Come aboard, man," Leo suggests. "I'll give you a tour. You can steer the boat, and if you're really good I'll give you a little paper captain's hat to wear."

"How dare you—"

"It's a good idea," Reyna intervenes. "Octavian, go with him. See the ship. We'll convene a senate meeting in one hour."

"But..." Octavian locks eyes with Reyna and grumbles the rest. "Fine."

"I'll go with you," Ara offers.

"No need, Arae," Leo winks at her. "We'll be back soon. This is gonna be epic."

Ara watches him walk away with a bad feeling, something rubbed her the wrong way, but she can't put a finger on it.

"Uh, Reyna," Jason speaks. "If you don't mind, I'd like to show Piper around before the senate meeting. She's never seen New Rome."

Ara wants to throw grapes at Jason's forehead. Can't he read the room? Reyna's been glaring at him this whole time! Poor Piper looks like she wants to crawl under the table and stay there for the rest of the day.

"Of course," the praetor responds tensely.

"Yeah, me, too," Percy adds. "I'd like to show Annabeth—"

"No."

"Sorry?" He frowns.

"I'd like a few words with Annabeth and your sister," Reyna explains stiffly. "Alone. If you don't mind, my fellow praetor."

"Okay," Ara stands and fixes her cloak. She's a good talker, this will be fine. "Lead the way."

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Sebastein (Grimm)- Chapter 6

When you woke the next morning, it was to a pair of lips on your skin. You smiled, stretching slightly as Sebastien grinned. 

"What time is it?" 

His eyes drifted to the clock.

"Just after noon." 

He responded. He went back to placing kisses along your thighs. You flushed. Through your little adventure yesterday, you'd come to learn a lot more about Sebastein. For one the guy was a freak. The both of you went at it three times. In three different positions. All along you thought he was some prude, but you were mistaken. This side of him surprised you. At one point you were even on top, yet, he still managed to be in control. Even though that was the case, he was gentle. Careful to avoid adding any pressure to your wound.

"Not that I'm complaining about waking up like this, but we really should get a move on. " 

Sebastien hummed into your skin. You jerked when he gave a teasing kiss to your center. His arms kept your hips still, ensuring that you didn't move away.

"Shit.." 

You sighed, eyes glazing over. You were still very much naked.

"We'll leave soon enough. For now I need to take care of you. I have months of care to catch up on."

His statement made chills run up your spine. When you made that comment a few months ago you were just messing with him. Apparently he took it seriously. His face disappeared between your legs and you moaned as soon as his tongue made contact. 

"Sebasti- Ah!"

Your heels dug into the mattress the more he went down on you. Your eyes were clenched shut, enjoying every minute.

You could already tell it was going to be a good day.

~

"Where was it? North Carolina. Yeah we're on it. When this is over you better give me a triple bonus. " You were once again chatting with Meisner on the phone. Your focus strayed when Sebatien dropped his bag on the bed, set to take off. He watched you, approaching slowly. You let out a breath at the way his eyes roved over your body. His eyes stayed trained on you as you spoke with Meisner. You shuffled a little on your feet.

"W-What? Y-Yeah no worries. Alright, see you there." you ended the call, finally breaking eye contact.

"Well Meisner's got a new mission for us." 

You turned your back to him, shoving your burner phone into your bag. Sebastien took another step, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He left a kiss at the back of your ear and you leaned in, closing your eyes.

"Okay..be straight with me. Did they give you some weird wesen drug. Cause you've been a little more forward than usual." 

You didn't hate his touches, you just hoped it was because he actually wanted to and not because he was dosed with some weird chemical when he was taken hostage.

"I assure you I'm one hundred percent myself. "

Well, that was good.

"Then why are you suddenly so.." 

Your words trailed at the end when his hands came up, groping your breasts. You responded, gasping softly.

"Your near death experience has given me a better insight on life. I refuse to waste more time pretending that I have no feelings for you."

"Oh." 

That wasn't what you expected. Of course you hoped he actually cared about you and not just using you for sex. But the fact that he cared brought you relief and fear. You'd never been good at getting close to people. And for good reason. Your life was surrounded by war and death. It's all you'd ever known. It wasn't the best situation to begin a relationship.

Sebastien hands left you, spinning you around and pressing you lightly into the wall. This side of him was more than a little arousing. 

"I believe we have a few more hours until Meisner expects our arrival." 

He kept you bound to the wall, kissing you desperately. You had no idea how he was still so energetic. Not that you really cared. His arms moved to your legs, hoisting you off the ground. You wrapped them around his waist, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. Looks like your trip was going to be delayed.

~~~

A knock at the door made you stand. You placed your finger to your lips, gesturing for Sebastien to hide behind the wall. He did, and you picked up your gun, tip toeing to the door. You peeked through the hole, lowering your weapon when you recognized the two people on the other side of the door. You twisted the lock, opening the door and grinning. Trubel and Meisner entered, wearing smiles of their own. Trubel rushed over hugging you.

"Thank god you're still alive. When Meisner told me what happened I thought you were a goner." You shook your head, pulling away and moving to Meisner to greet him. Sebastien moved from the wall.

When Meisner saw he gave a laugh. 

"Good to see you're still in one piece. " Sebastien nodded.

"I have you to thank for that. " 

Sebastien's gaze lingered on you. You smiled and he mirrored the expression. Trubel looked between the both of you.

"Am I missing something?"

You cleared your throat. 

"Nope." 

You said popping the p. Meisner wore a knowing look, but didn't push for further details. He pulled his bag off his shoulder, dropping it on the bed, pulling out an envelope. 

"Good news, I got you new aliases. Since they caught the last ones. We were able to trace exactly what Black Claw stole. The other agents who were compromised have been accounted for. Like you they got away just in time. For now these should be secured. " 

He took out two passports and some other legal documents. You read through it, handing Sebastien his passport. You laughed when you saw something. 

"Why'd you make me Mrs. Walker? Do I have a husband somewhere that I'm not aware of?" 

It was a joke of course, until Meisner chuckled.

"I believe you know him very well." he nudged his head in Sebastien's direction. You were confused, until he showed you a marriage certificate. 

"W-What the hell Meisner! Couldn't you have just given us regular identities."

"That is regular. Black Claw isn't looking for a married couple. Besides, you might enjoy your honeymoon." You glared.

"Oh, I almost forgot."  

He pulled out a small jewelry box. When he opened it there were two golden wedding bands. He closed it, handing it to Sebastien." 

The fact that Sebastien didn't seem deterred by it all made you a bit upset.

Trubel smacked your shoulder playfully. 

"Hey, at least you got a husband. I'm left with Gijoe here." Her comment didn't help your mood.

"Whatever." you muttered, stuffing the papers in your bag. ~

Meisner and Trubel didn't stay for long. After giving you a rough update on all that was going on, they were back on the move. Probably dealing with another threat. You sat at the desk in the small hotel room, staring at the jewelry box. You don't know why you were so irritated. It didn't mean anything. If you'd been giving this with anyone else you were certain it wouldn't have bothered you. Which was crazy because it wasn't like you didn't care about Sebastien. It was just a cover anyway.

"Are you alright? You've been fairly quiet." Sebastien had been watching you for a while.

"Yeah, just tired I guess."

That was a lie.

"If this makes you uncomfortable, we can always say we're divorced. " you turned to him, a smile slowly rising on your lips.

"Thanks for that. Honestly, it's not a big deal. I just, I don't know why it irritated me."

"I think I do." He stood, pulling out a chair right next to you.

"Commitment scares you. I think it's because of this lifestyle. Nothing in your life has ever been permanent. And you feel safe that way. You've grown used to change. So the smallest possibility of something solid terrifies you."

You just stared at him. 

"When did you become a psychiatrist?"

"You also love deflecting. I have a feeling this was the reason you were always so forward with me. You never anticipated we'd be in this for so long. You felt safe that way. Keeping me at arms length. I suppose we're both very good at pretending."

You didn't meet his gaze. Of course he was right. You're biggest fear was that one day you wouldn't be able to protect Sebastien. You weren't sure how you would cope if something ever happened to him. It would crush you. Sebastien leaned in, kissing you softly. You closed your eyes, holding him to you as you returned the kiss. When he parted he licked his lips.

"There's no need to protect yourself." 

You wish just those words could comfort you. But your fear wouldn't be quelled until Black Claw was defeated. Until then..

"I'll just have to protect him with all I've got." 

You decided right there and then that anyone who even tried to lay a hand on Sebastien would never see the light of day.

Sebastien leaned in for another kiss, this time pulling your body into his lap. Your legs fell at the sides of his waist, hands moving to his hair. His hands slid up your back, pulling you impossibly close. You were rocking your hips slightly, Sebastien stood, taking you with him. At first you thought he was heading for the bed, but when your butt came in contact with the mahogany table, your eyes fluttered open. Sebastian stopped for a second to regain his breath. You watched as he slid the items off the desk, sliding between your legs.

"Y-You really are something else." You mumbled, closing your eyes to revel in his very welcomed touches.

"Thank you Mon Cheri.."he started pressing kisses to your neck as he climbed onto the table.

Thoroughly distracted by his kisses, you hadn't noticed he was unbuttoning your shirt until you opened your eyes.

"Wait..are you really going to.."

He smirked. "I've never done it on a table before. I think It'll be an enjoyable experience for the both of us." You gasped when his hand slipped into your pants without warning.

"Damn..."

Sebastien really was a man of many talents.

[crescent-cubed]

Tried my hand at writing a parody since I got inspired after hearing Chonny's Inferno for the first time (I'd already heard Charlie's Inferno, too).

So I present to you,

Decent Man's Inferno

-

Here lies... well, me.

I just wanted to tell you all, so you know what to expect.

-

I liked my showers pretty fair,

not too chill and not too warm.

Did my best to get to work,

Even when it's hard and cold.

-

I did like being kind,

To my friends and family, but

I kinda always felt like it never was enough.

-

I was always kinda different, a bit too shy and strange

But I found some love and life to get me right through ev'ry day

Weird I can't remember what age I wound up dead

But I know that at least that I had lived my best.

-

While my friends and family talked,

I wound up on golden stairs,

As they reminisced about all the good times that we shared.

"I'll miss you all,"

I cried as I walked upstairs,

And I looked up to the light only as much as I'd dared.

-

There were two angels at the entrance,

One pristine and one less so,

And I waited silently in line til it was time to go.

The perfect one gave me no mind, but the other took me aside.

-

"Excuse me sir,

We all thought that we'd let you know before,

There really isn't much you'd like beyond those right there pearly doors.

Can't say you don't belong here, but we have a better plan,"

He whispered in my ear as he took me by the hand.

-

He said, "Excuse me sir,

We all thought that we'd let you know before,

There really isn't much you'd like beyond those right there pearly doors.

Can't say you don't belong here, but we have a better plan,"

He whispered in my ear as he took me by the hand.

-

"All hope abandon, ye who enter in."

I faltered at the flames, but the angel said I hadn't sinned.

-

We kept walking on and on,

Through the brimstone smell and flames,

Right until my guide stopped short and he shouted out a name.

-

With a flap of raven wings,

A figure came down from the dark,

And he smiled at us both,

Saying it's time to depart.

-

I was so confused.

If I'm not heavenbound or damned,

Then where in the world,

would they take this simple man?

-

The new guy laughed,

As he gave my guide a kiss,

Saying "Let's not make him wait, my love,

Take too long and you'll be missed!"

-

They took my arms in theirs,

And high and high we climbed.

And then the three of us,

We're out of hell in record time!

-

Then off there in the distance,

I could see a gentle light,

Not as burning as the flames of hell,

And unlike heaven, not as bright.

We landed near a town, and they said...

-

"Excuse me sir,

We think that this is what you're looking for:

A place where you live happily, no guilt or fear forevermore.

If heaven's for the saints, and hell's home for the damned,

Then this new limbo is the decent people's land."

-

They said, "Excuse me sir,

We think that this is what you're looking for:

A place where you live happily, no guilt or fear forevermore.

If heaven's for the saints, and hell's home for the damned,

Then this new limbo is the decent people's land."

-

Even when you try your best, some might say it's not enough,

But if you still do what you can, then just tell them to shut up.

Even when you try your best, some might say it's not enough...

Even when you do your best, you may think it's not enough,

But if you still did what you could, then tell your brain "shut up."

Even when you do your best, you may think it's not enough...

-

And so, "Excuse me sir,

We think that this is what you're looking for:

A place where you live happily, no guilt or fear forevermore.

If heaven's for the saints, and hell's home for the damned,

Then this new limbo is the decent people's land."

-

"Excuse me sir,

We think that this is what you're looking for:

A place where you live happily, no guilt or fear forevermore.

If heaven's for the saints, and hell's home for the damned,

Then this new limbo is the decent people's land."

[aspenmissing]

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚍 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Sam is in the bathroom of their motel room. He gasps. He leans over the sink, the water running.

"No..." He runs a hand under the water and washes his face, scrubbing the hand through his hair. As he shuts the water off and looks up into the mirror, the door bursts open to reveal Dean.

"Sam, come on, zip it up. Let's hit the..." Dean pauses, absorbing Sam's condition "...road. What?" Sam is breathing heavily and blinking.

==

Y/N is driving the Impala, speeding down the road. The youngest Winchester is sat in the passenger side looking troubled with Dean sat in the back, leaning forwards. The radio is the only noise playing in the Impala.

"Rockin' Nebraska. Your source for the classics, all night long"

"I don't know, man, why don't we just chill out, think about this" Sam shuts off the radio.

"What's there to think about?" Sam asks.

"I don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea"

"Dean, it's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where"

"Yeah, man, but..."

"Plus, it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do"

"That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if, if, if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a, a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?" Y/N hits Dean's arm, a cast is shown.

"You could have phrased it better"

"So, I'm a freak now?" Dean slaps Sam on his shoulder, laughing.

"You've always been a freak" Dean smiles weakly and leans back in his seat. Sam looks to Y/N, who just shakes her head, shrugging and mouthing for him to ignore Dean.

==

At the roadhouse, Jo is playing a shooter arcade game as an older man watches. She hits every target and he groans.

"Damn, little lady, that was my room money" Jo takes the money he pulls out.

"Well, I guess you're taking a truck nap tonight" As she walks away, pleased with herself, Ellen walks over.

"Ought to check the high scores before you put your money down" She presses a button on the game and a list of high scores- all reading Jo "You went and got yourself hustled, Ed" Dean, Sam, and Y/N enter, passing two men at the table cleaning weapons, they look over and see Y/N and look her up and down, then smile. Dean almost runs into Jo, who stops, smiling.

"Just can't stay away, huh?" She speaks.

"Yeah, looks like. How you doin', Jo?"

"Where's Ash?" Sam asks, hurried.

"In his back room" Sam brushes past her.

"And I'm fine..."

"Sorry, he's, we're...kind of on a bit of a timetable" Y/N says. The three walk to the back room. Sam approaches a rough wooden door with a sigh handing which reads 'Dr Badass Is: In'

"Ash? Hey, Ash?" Sam asks, knocking on the door.

"Hey, Dr. Badass?" Dean says, also knocking on the door. The door is unlatched and opened with a crash to reveal Ash, who is naked. Y/N looks up and Dean averts his eyes.

"Sam? Y/N? Dean? Sam, Dean, and Y/N"

"Hey Ash. Um. We need your help" Sam says.

"Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants"

"I guess you do" Y/N says. He shuts the door and Sam, Dean, and Y/N go back into the main area. Ash is sitting at a table, now fully dressed, with his laptop open, looking at the hand-drawn sketch of the bus logo from Sam's vision. Sam sits across from him; Dean stands behind. Y/N is sitting on the other side of Ash.

"Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma"

"Okay. Do me a favour- check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that"

"You think the demon's there?" Ash asks.

"Yeah, maybe"

"Why would you think that?"

"Just check it, all right?"

"Dean. He was just asking" Ash gives him a look; Sam and Dean frown at each other.

"No, sir, nothing. No demon"

"All right, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983, fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six-month birthday" Ash looks at him, startled, and Dean looks around to check for eavesdroppers. Jo, cleaning a table nearby, is watching them

"Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that" Sam pulls out a beer bottle and sets it next to the laptop.

"'Cause there's a RBR in it for ya"

"Give me fifteen minutes"

"How come when you want me to do something you just give me your puppy dog eyes. Why don't you give me a beer" Y/N says. Later, Jo presses a few buttons on the jukebox and the opening chords to REO Speedwagon "Can't Fight This Feeling" play. Dean, sitting at the bar and holding a beer, looks horrified. Jo carries a tray to the bar and sets it down, catching his eye.

"What?" Jo asks.

"REO Speedwagon?"

"Damn right REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart"

"He sings it from the hair. There's a difference" Jo looks at Ellen, then back to Dean.

"That profile you've got Ash looking for?"

"Hmm"

"Your mom died the same way, didn't she? A fire in Sam's nursery?"

"Look, Jo, it's kind of a family thing"

"I could help"

"I'm sure you could. But we've got to handle this one ourselves. Besides, if I ran off with you, I think your mother might kill me" Ellen, cleaning glasses behind the bar, looks at him. He smiles nervously.

"You're afraid of my mother?"

"I think so" Sam hurries up behind Jo.

"We have a match. We've gotta go" Sam says.

"All right, Jo. See you later"

"Y/N come on!" Sam shouts, just before Y/N could take a sip of beer. She groans and gets up.

==

The strains of 'Can't fight This Feeling' come from Dean's voice, singing a Capella.

"And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might..." Sam keeps looking at Y/N who is trying not to laugh.

"You're a natural" Y/N says, sarcastically.

"You're kidding, right?" Sam asks.

"I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head, I don't know, man. Whaddya got?" Sam looks at a stack of papers.

"Andrew Gallagher. Born in eighty-three, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me"

"You think the demon killed his mom?" Y/N asks.

"Sure, looks like it"

"How did you even know to look for this guy?"

"Every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?"

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho" Dean says.

"The point is he was killing people. And I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy"

"How do we find him?"

"Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities..."

"Collection agency flags?" Y/N suggests.

"None in the system"

"They just let him take a walk?" Dean says.

"Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there"

==

A young woman is pouring coffee into a cup. Sam and Dean are in their suits whereas Y/N is wearing her blouse, pants and jacket once again. The three are sat at a table.

"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do"

"They?" Y/N asks.

"You're debt collectors, right? Once in a while they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back"

"Actually, we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Leta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate"

"Yeah. So, are you a friend of his?" Sam asks.

"I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy anymore"

"Andy? Andy kicks ass, man" A man says, coming over to sit at the table.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah. Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, bro"

"How about bussing a table or two, Weber?"

"Yeah. You bet, boss" he says, before leaving the table taking a cup with him

"Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side"

"Barbarian queen?" Dean asks.

"She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss"

==

Dean, Y/N and Sam stake out Orchard Street, watching the van-with-barbarian-queen.

"I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet" Y/N looks at Sam.

"What's wrong?" She asks"

"Nothing"

"Sam, you look like you're sucking a lemon, what's going on?" She speaks.

"This Andrew Gallagher, he's the second guy like this we've found, Guys. Demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people"

"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent" Dean says.

"My visions haven't been wrong yet"

"What's your point"

"My point is, I'm one of them" Y/N and Dean look at each other than to Sam.

"No, you're not" she says.

"Y/N, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be-"

"What, killers?"

"Yeah"

"So, the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it? Come on, gives me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones" Y/N says.

"No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things"

"Those things were asking for it. There's a difference" Dean says and looks out the window, away from Sam. A man exits a building, wearing a pyjama and a long satin robe embroidered with dragons.

"Got him" A woman in a second-story window waves at the man, who blows her a kiss. The man greets another man on the street, who smiles at him and hands the man in the robe a coffee.

"Man, I wish I can get coffee that easily" Y/N mutters as the three continue to watch him. Further along, the man greets an older man and shakes his hand.

"That's him. That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter"

"All right, you keep on him, we'll stick with Andy. Go" Sam gets out of the car and follows the older man. Y/N jumps into the passenger seat as Andy gets into his van and drives off. Dean and Y/N follow in the Impala. Sam watches as they go. A few minutes later, the man stops and gets out of the van, walking back to Dean and Y/N. Y/N gestures to the handgun and Dean tucks it into his jacket.

"Hey" The man says.

"Hey, hey"

"This is a cheery ride"

"Yeah, thanks"

"Man, the '67? Impala's best year if you ask me. This is a serious classic"

"Yeah. We know, we just rebuilt her, too" Y/N says.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, can't let a car like this one go"

"Damn straight. Hey. Can I, have it?" The man asks.

"Sure, man" Dean says and Y/N's eyes widen.

"What!" Dean gets out of the car, smiling, to let the man in the driver's side and he gives Y/N a smile.

"Sweet"

"Hop right in there. There ya go"

"Dean, what the hell are you doing"

"Take it easy"

"All right. Oh, and don't worry about her" Andy drives off in the Impala, leaving Dean standing in the street, looking confused.

"What the hell are yo-" Y/N says but it cut off as the man places his hand on the back of her head and smashes her head against the dashboard, effectively knocking her out.

"Sorry" he says and continues to drives.

==

Sam watches the older man from a short distance; the older man's cell phone rings and he answers it.

"Hello. Yeah" Sam sees the Blue Ridge bus approach, and crosses in front of it towards the sporting goods store. He runs up the steps and inside, looking around. He sees the clerk and bystanders. He turns and pulls the fire alarm. The older man approaches the store, but hearing the alarm go off he stops, confused, then turns and walks away. Sam leaves the store and goes down to the street, where he sees the man drive in the Impala on his phone, with Y/N leaning against the window. He stares in shock. The older man gets another phone call "Hello? Yeah? All right"

"Dean! Andy's got the Impala! And Y/N!" Sam says into the cell phone.

"I know! He just sort of asked for it and I, I let him take it. And he locked Y/N in"

"You what?"

"He full-on Obi-Wanned me. It's mind control, man" Sam watches in horror as the older man walks in front of a bus, which slams into him at full speed.

==

As paramedics put the older man into a body bag, Sam sits on the curb nearby. Dean crouches behind him, hand on his back.

"I kept him out of the gun store. I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it, at least...I should have stayed with him...And now, we've lost Y/N"

==

In the diner, Weber is busing dishes as Andy enters, looking upset.

"Andy! Whassup, dog?" He raises a hand to high-five Andy, who ignores him and heads for Tracy.

"Andy! What are you doing here?"

"Doctor Jennings...he's dead"

"Oh no, I'm sorry"

"I don't know, I, I was upset, and I wanted to see you" Tracy puts her hands on his.

"Well, I'm glad you did. I um, I missed you. Oh, you know what? Three people were here this morning looking for you. Two men and a woman.

"What guys?"

==

Sam and Dean approach the Impala from across the street.

"Thank god! Oh. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again" Dean looks over baby to see if there is any damage "Well, at least he left the keys in it" Dean looks into the back and sees Y/N, laying down with a blanket over her "...And a sleeping Y/N?

"Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy" Sam comes around the car and opens the door, shaking Y/N. She groans and turns around, showing her slightly bleeding head. Sam wipes it away with the blanket before pulling it up further. He then closes the door and goes around to Dean.

"Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands"

"The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something"

"I don't know, maybe"

"Beg your pardon?"

"I just don't know if he's out guy, Sam"

"Dean, you had O.J convicted before he got out his white Bronco and you have doubts about this?"

"He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all. You know. And O.J. was guilty"

"Oh, but he seems like a person to steal your car and hurt Y/N" They pause "Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?" Dean thinks for a moment.

"Not a problem" Dean and Sam approach Andy's blue van from the back.

"Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look" Dean pulls out a small crowbar out of his jacket and pries open the back door. Porn music plays as the interior is revealed; disco ball, fur rugs, a tiger painting on the wall, several thick books, and an enormous bong "Oh. Oh, come on. This is...this is magnificent, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no... clown painting on the walls, or a scissor stuck in victim' photos. I like the tiger" Sam looks at the book.

"Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean"

"Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong"

"It smells like piss" A voice says. The two spin around to see Y/N with a scrunched face "What?... Oh, uh, surprise" she says, smiling.

"We have got! to get you a bell" Dean says.

[multimagical]

The Ghosts of Melbrew

Book 1 of 12 in the Multimagical series by Lillian R.S.

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Chapter 4 - "Murder at a Mansion"

Word count: 3,800

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       What was up with that blonde girl? I couldn't shake it from my head as I made my way to the closest exit. Why did she care so much about reputation? I could understand it if it was her own reputation in jeopardy, typical "peaked in highschool" popular kid stuff. But this? She was concerned about the town and theories, not herself. Maybe she was more than some random mean girl, I wasn't sure, though I didn't really care at the moment.

       I walked out the same double doors that I did the day before. It was raining pretty hard, but luckily for me, I stood safely sheltered underneath a little roof. I was thinking about calling my mom to come and pick me up instead of walking home, but my focus was pulled elsewhere when I heard the doors click open behind me.

      "Hey Emmy!" Cameron said, quite loudly, as it was hard to hear over the pouring rain.

      "Oh, uh, hey." I said, a little confused, "How did you know I was out here?"

     He shrugged, "I was down one of these halls and Veronica's monster heels can be heard from a mile away, no pounding rain on a roof can change that. I looked down the hall and saw you go outside, so I was curious... I also leave out these doors anyway, so, I guess that's an explanation that makes more sense." He looked up at the sky, "Are you really gonna walk home in this?"

      "Well, I was thinking about calling my mom. Don't get me wrong I love the rain, but I'm not crazy." I said as I looked to the pavement of a parking lot, water splashing aggressively against it.

      "Hm. How about you come and hangout with Dominik and me?" He suggested, "My mom should be here any minute, and she wouldn't care, she's super chill, we just gotta wait for–"

      The sound of the door opened loudly, "I'm late! Don't leave without me!"

      "Dominik!" Cameron said, finishing his sentence. “Do I have perfect timing or what?” He said while nudging me with his elbow.

      "Hey Cam, what's Emmy doing here?"

      “I’m here because I’m trying to go home, but a deadly downpour is preventing me from doing so.”

      "Oh, can we take her home with us? Please?" Cameron asked, joking.

      "I'm not a dog," I said with a slight roll to my eyes. "And sure, if my parents allow me to. I mean, I just met you guys yesterday." I began dialing her number, then the phone rang.

      We had a short conversation, and then I hung up. “I’m good to go,” I said. "Or at least I think," I joked. "It's kinda hard to understand someone on the phone, especially when the weather is trying to get revenge on mother nature."

      "Hm, well then!" Cameron said, putting his hands on both of our shoulders the best he could, as he was a bit shorter than us, "An adventure awaits!"

       "Adventure?" I said, "I wouldn't say going down a few streets is an adventure."

       "Well, the start of an adventure, anyway!" He said, and spoke with confident assurance, "We're all gonna figure this out by the time Junior year is over. I'm sure of it. That is the adventure!"

      Cameron’s mom arrived shortly after I hung up the phone for my my own. She texted Cameron that she arrived, and us three ran around the building to the parking lot, where we jumped into the car. Despite our rush, we still got soaked in the downpour.

      "Hey mom!" Cameron said as he shut the car after hopping in after Dominik, "This is Emmy, she's coming with us!"

      "Hi!" I said, as I shut my door, quite suprised that he can just invite a random girl into his mom's car before even letting her know. "Hope I'm allowed to come along!"

      "Oh! No, you're fine!" She said, and proceeded to welcome me to the town apon discovering I'm new. She said she's not surprised we became friends so quickly, due to the three of us and our social, outgoing personalities.

       The three of them then talked about where they lived, and where they lived was an apartment building down that road I saw the day before. They both met each other there when they were young, and also became friends in school. They saw each other everyday. We arrived at the building and I observed it.

      It was a rather big building that lay at the end of a little street in the woods, seeming very out of place. There were a few houses around, but not too much. I noticed while driving there was an entrance to an abandoned looking nature trail and park. The building looked to be on its last legs, and it wasn't exactly the nicest, but hey, it was still standing, which I guess counts for something.

      "Don't judge a book by its cover, Emmy." Cameron said to me as he and Dominik pushed open the doors, "This place might not look too nice, but boy oh boy, do I get some good activity here! Do you know how many people have died in this building? Spoiler alert, It’s a whole lot, and that makes it a spirit gold mine!"

      "Oh, Cameron," His mom said, "I don't want to hear anymore about these ghosts, especially with your new friend here! It just drives me crazy, and I’m sure this nice girl doesn’t wanna hear it, either."

      "Sure, mom." He said, and mouthed, "Non-believer." to me, and smiled a bit.

      We walked up the stairs to the third floor, Cameron's room number was 26, down near the end of the hallway. We all went inside, and it looked just about how I expected it to. You walk right into the living room, and there's a small hallway straight ahead.

      "The bathroom is the door right next to the couch." Cameron's mom explained, "The kitchen area is through the doors to the left, and our rooms are down the hall to the right."

      "Thank you, Mrs...."

      "Mrs. Johnson." She said, smiling.

     "Right, thank you, Mrs. Johnson!" I said, and followed Cameron and Dominik into a room, which was his, shutting it behind myself.

      The walls and ceiling of his room were painted like a dark night-sky, with shades of blue and black. He had star, moon, and planet stickers covering every surface, and as I looked closer, I saw that there were some streams of spray on glitter to add to the atmospheric aesthetic. He had supernatural themed posters of ghosts, aliens, and cryptids, paper ghosts were hanging from the ceiling, bookshelves filled with books on conspiracies, a blow-up alien, and even a full plastic skeleton by his bed! He turned off the lights, and all the stickers lit up, they glowed in the dark. He then went and turned on a ghost lamp. Domink turned the lights back on.

      "Pretty cool, right?" Cameron said.

     "Hell yeah," I said. "Aesthetic on point, dude. I just have one question."

      "Ask away!"

      "Don't you rent this place?"

      "Yeah, why?"

      "Then how are your walls painted?"

      "Oh!" Cameron scoffed, "Lou doesn't care, that's why! They're the landlord. They're super chill and let us do whatever."

       "Ah, I see. One more question, though. Why is there a random apartment building at the end of a dead-end street in the woods?"

      Dominik fell back onto a green beanbag chair, "We're not sure. We think there might've been another town here a while ago, or something, since this is a really old building. Y'know, like a remnant of a really old place. That's just a theory, though. It is really odd." He agreed.

      "I've also always thought that this building was weirldly really fucking big." Cameron said, "Like, this place has seven floors!"

     "Technically, though, it only has three." Dominik said, "The basement, attic, and lobby are their own thing, and the fourth floor is off limits. We never got told why. It's only these three floors that people live on."

     "Yeah, there's a total of 45 rooms that can be lived in, but from what I know, only 11 are inhabited at the moment, so it's pretty fucking empty." Cameron said while digging for something under his bed. “So basically this building is like, almost abandoned.”

      "Mhm. And when it comes to Mr. Marshall, he's the only adult in this town that believes in the paranormal stuff going on. We made up the history club so we could all try and figure it out together. I mean, Cam and I were his favorite students last year, weren't we, Cam?"

      "Mmhm!" He said, mouth now full of cheddar chips he pulled from under his bed, "Mr. Marshall's been here his whole life, he knows there's some freaky shit goin' on, as does everyone who’s been livin' here for at least a week, I bet you." He shoved another handful of chips in his mouth, "The adults in this town are just… the worst case of skeptics I’ve ever seen. Most of ‘em think the whole Margret killed her family thing is BS. Mr. Marshall’s grandfather personally knew the Humphreys, Gregory Humphrey and him were real close, so I suppose it hits pretty close for the guy."

      "Anyways, let's get down to business," Dominik said, pushing Cameron off his bed, then lifting up the mattress. There was a whole ass conspiracy board under that thing. I thought that only existed in movies and cartoons! It was confirmed, I love these guys. So extra, and for what? Love it!

     Cameron got up and slapped the mattress, "This sweet info right here will be able to be moved to a more professional place our first meeting. You wanna hear what we have?"

      "Uh, duh!" I said.

      "This here is a picture of the Humphrey mansion." Dominik said, pointing to the first picture. "It is absolutely forbidden to trespass, but people still do it anyway, but of course you would know that, as you still trespassed, even if it wasn’t past the gates. Teens have come running out of that place with horror stories they can't tell because of legal trouble with the local police. They always come to us, because we're trusted."

      Cameron grabbed a folder that was underneath the mattress, "This right here is a collection of all the stories we were told, but our personal favorite is the one by Abigail Gordon, the girl who started it all. An absolute legend who kickstarted the discovery of truth, who inspired others to follow in her footsteps, quite literally!"

      Dominik went on, "In 2013 Abigail Gordon, along with her group of friends, snuck into the mansion’s backyard. They searched around for a while and managed to break into the house. They were actually the first ever people to get inside! They were the first of a movement, and many followed them in suit, but nothing has ever compared to this first encounter, at least in our opinion."

      Cameron spoke, "Once she and her three accounting friends made it inside, they noticed the silence, but it was a silence followed by the slightest tap, over and over again in repetition! They couldn't figure out where the source was, though. It seemed to be in the top floors of the house.”

     The way they told the story engaged me. They were obviously incredibly fascinated and intrigued by this.

      Dominik continued, "They assumed that it was just an old house noise, as anyone would typically. They explored the house but didn't really find anything interesting. That is until they finally discovered what the source of the tapping was. Now, you probably think someone was in the house, but that assumption would be wrong… At least in the way you’re probably thinking."

      Cameron could barely contain his excitement, and went on like he was making a profound statement. "They go up the stairs to where Grand old Mrs. Margret Clarabelle Humphrey was hanging by a noose! The wind of the open window, knocking her corpse against the wall! They bolted out of that shit faster than diarrhea shoots out my ass!"

     "Okay Cam, that's enough." Dominik said.

      "Do not silence me, I'm hilarious. Anyway, she and her friends were pretty much scarred after that. They never told the local police as they didn't feel it was necessary, and they would also get into loads of legal trouble for trespassing. Abigail did eventually come to us though, obviously. The old lady had been dead for 100s of years, her corpse was barely even a body, just a rotten heap of bones that was still somehow held together. They said there wasn't really a bad odor, but she's been there for a while, and I assume that window had always been open, so the odor must've escaped that way. No one else would've smelt it, it was too far from other homes."

     "Wow, you either talk like you have no idea what pronunciation and grammar are, or like you're an English major... But anyway, wasn't there a police investigation? You said this woman killed her family, wouldn't they look for and find her body?"

      "First of all I can talk right when I wanna, talking right is too much work. Second of all, No one actually knows if she killed her family, it’s all jus' speculation by a small number of people, us included. The whole history of this town is really complex, but we do have a book that might be helpful to catch ya up to speed." Dominik must've known what he was talking about, because he immediately got up to search Cameron’s shelves for it.

      "We usually try to keep our bookshelves organized, but they've gotten out of hand recently... found it!" He said as he then pulled a large hardcover book off the shelf. He brushed it off and presented it to me.

      "Voilà!" He said, and I took the book from him, "The complete story of this town, its founders, and the infamous Humphrey family murder tragedy."

      I opened the book carefully. It had pictures and other sorts of stuff in papers. It was a mess of organized chaos.

      "It was written by a man named Robert J. Wright," Dominik said, "he practically disappeared off the face of the Earth right after he wrote this, but we managed to get our hands on this book. It was in the back section of the town’s library and seemed to be hidden away. Don't tell anyone, but we stole it. Well, Kimi stole it. If they even noticed it was gone, they wouldn't know who took it."

     "I know that she told you and all, but how did you find out about Abigail's story? You said this was in 2013."

      "Yes, it was." Cameron said, "She was a sophomore at the time that happened, we were in the 7th grade. When we were freshmen, she was a senior. Dom and I made our fascination for the family commonly known, and we gained a reputation around the school rather quickly. Once word got around, she trusted her story to us. She was the first person to come forward about their illegal findings. After she came out, other people began coming to us, too. Most would simply type it anonymously and leave it inside our lockers. We started keeping all the papers in a folder, and wrote down the ones that were told to us verbally. I know it might seem like a weird and pointless obsession, but it's much deeper than what it seems on the surface. This book right here will tell you it all."

      "So, do I like, get to keep this, or do I read it now?"

      Dominik shrugged, "That's up to you. You could chill out and read it now, or you could sneak it home. If you do the ladder, however, do not let that book get ruined, misplaced, or anything of that nature. This is a pure made book, written with pen and ink. It's one of a kind. Kai and Kimi would also kill you if that happened." He thought for a second, "You know, we actually contributed to a large section of this book."

      "Huh? Really? How?"

      Cameron explained, "So there was this real tiny ad in the back of a newspaper two years ago with an email attached to it. It said he needed any information anyone had on the Humphrey family, as he was gatherin' it all up to analyze. He was the only adult I ever heard belivin' this stuff at the time. So anyways we asked everyone who came forward if we could submit excerpts of their stories and we did. We sent 'em anonymously, and then the beiginin' a last year we nearly done shat our pants. Okay so we were in the local library and in the very back corner Kimi found a handwritten book that he wrote and we were like holy SHIT that was FAST! We sent that shit in near the end of freshman year and found it the beginning of Sophomore this dude is an analyzing and writing God to me I tell you. That man must have super powers over the summer or some shit."

      "But why was it in the library? Why was it handwritten?" I asked.

      "Lol dude we have no idea, it confuses us, too. Kimi was the one who found and stole this bad bitch and I thank the little brat for doin' so."

      I decided I would take the book home, as I was wanting to get to know them more. They gave me a case to put it in to protect it, and put it in my bookbag. Even though it was new and in good condition, they wanted to make sure it stayed that way. They marked a small excerpt for me to read, the very beginning section. They said it was the most important for a simple introduction.

      While I was there, we helped each other with our leftover schoolwork, and talked. They were both really smart, even if Cameron didn't really seem it on the surface. My mom came and picked me up around seven, as she said it was too dark for me to walk home alone.

      Once the door to the car slammed shut, I didn't even let my mom get out a single word, "Did you know there was a murder in that old mansion on the hill?"

      "Jeez, Emmy, I leave you with friends for a few hours and you're already talking about murder! There was no murder there, I did an extensive background check!"

      "But it's not a conspiracy, it actually happened! The only conspiracy about the murder is how they died."

      "I've seen nothing of the sorts, don't be silly." She said, and I could practically hear the eyeroll in her voice.

      "But it's a fact."

      "If those boys got this drilled in your head I won't let you continue hanging out with them. For God's sake Emmy you've been going to school for two days!"

      It was apparent to me now that the whole case must've been covered up online and whatnot. They must not want anyone to know, but that makes sense. Who would willingly move into a town where people were murdered? I probably shouldn't say anything else, but I did assume that she would have at least heard about it. I was incorrect, though.

       When I got home I had dinner, and then changed into pajamas. I went and read the excerpt they sectioned before going to sleep.

> The History of Melbrew

> A book by Robert J. Wright

      The town of Melbrew was founded by Viktor and Alexander Melbrew, two brothers, in the year 1872. Once the 1880s came around, the town was bustling, but with a class divide. A rich family with the last name of Humphrey lived in the town. A mansion was built atop the hill just for them. They were the town's wealth, its income. Viktor and Alexander loved them for that. The family helped the little town tremendously.

      The family consisted of the father, Gregory; the mother, Margret; and their two kids. A 9 year old boy named Kimpton, and a 6 year old girl named Stella. In the 1890s, however, the Humphreys stopped showing their faces in the public eye. People were getting concerned, but gave the rich family their privacy. After a few weeks, though, people started to interfere.

      The local police were trying to get their attention, knocking on the gates and shouting, attempting to get a response. After some time with no signs of life, they broke open the doors, and were greeted with a horrific scene. The now 10 year old Kimpton lay dead on the floor, his arms torn from his body, axe scars chopped into his skin. They searched around furthermore and found the young little Stella, still clutching her bear, her body cut in half. Then they found the father Gregory laying on a bedroom floor, the lower half of his body missing.

      They searched more, but couldn't find the mother. They decided that her body was destroyed entirely, or she had fled, or been hidden. The news got put out almost immediately, and the town was put into a panic. It lost its wealth and a lot of people moved out after that due to fear. As the years went on, the town became what it is today, but people aren't so sure that the mother was completely missing.

      Speculation started that she might've been the one to kill her own family, and she ran away from the law. She always seemed off to a lot of people, especially to those who knew her personally. A story was brought to my attention anonymously about a group of people who snuck into the mansion. They reported in their letter that they found the mother's body hanging by a noose, completely decayed. This leads me and a few rare others to believe that after she killed her family, she killed herself as well.

      The person who murdered them obviously had a favorite method, noting the missing of the limbs and chopping of the body. If she was also killed like the rest of her family, why would she be hanged? And why hidden in the attic? Could the killer have perhaps wanted to make it look like she did it, to avoid the blame on themselves? If so, it's a clever tactic, but if so, how? And why is it that the police didn't find her body upon investigation? Is this story just a lie, or could they have possibly seen the ghost of Margret Clarabelle Humphrey?

      My name is Robert J. Wright, and this is my analysis. 

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