#so i was on the train sobbbing my eyes out for no reason

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I still find it kinda wild that after 1 psych eval they immediently put me on antipsychotics

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Loving your headcanons so far. Do you have any others you're sitting on? Like about the future, maybe after college. <33

Hi, anon, sure. And thank you!! 🥰 Here you go:

I definitely agree with most people who say Robbe and Sander don't move in together right away. It's just not practical. Robbe wants to be there for his mom. They're young, and it makes way more sense to save the money for when they're ready. That being said, I think they do move in together maybe around Robbe's last year of uni. Sander has a job and wants his own place. Of course, Robbe comes along when Sander starts looking around, and when Robbe asks why they're only looking at places with two bedrooms, without batting an eyelash, Sander says, "My studio has to be in its own room, so there's enough room for you...and your things. So you have your own space to work." Then he lifts an eyebrow, eyes slightly nervous, and asks, "Move in with me?" Robbe gasps, his eyes widening, and looks around the flat they're in. A squeaky "Yes," tumbles out of his mouth, and he throws his arms around Sander. So it's in that kitchen that Sander teaches Robbe how to cook; it's on their couch that Robbe studies for his exams; it's at the desk in their bedroom that he writes his thesis; it’s in their home that he applies to grad school; and it's in their bed that Sander distracts him when he has to be reminded to take a break.

In my mind Robbe continues to grad school right away and possibly to a PhD. He strikes me as the type who will choose a field that requires years of education and training (that's why he's a chemical engineer in my last fic). Sander, on the other hand, likes to be doing things. He finishes his degree and immediately looks for work. He wants to be out there, observing life, experiencing life, and he knows that he'll only get better by continuing to practice. So he supports Robbe through grad school, either working freelance or finding a steady gig that gives him the free time to work on his own projects. Robbe always feels a little guilty, though. He spends his day studying and teaching undergrads, and then he comes home and sees how tired Sander is or how draining it is for him to balance several projects at once. He can’t help feeling like he’s the reason Sander has to work so hard. Sander, however, disagrees, always reminding him with a hug and a lingering kiss that his job is to study so that he can be his “sugar daddy” later. He really doesn’t mind because he’s so proud of Robbe, and he has unwavering faith in how successful he’s going to be. And Robbe is focused, sometimes too much, so Sander takes his distraction job seriously. The first few times he forces Robbe to stop working/studying, Robbe is upset. In his mind he has to succeed to even things out with Sander, to make all of Sander’s sacrifices worth it, but once he realizes why Sander is doing it and that it actually helps (and is a lot of fun 😏), he gives in and doesn’t complain. Sander only does it when he thinks it’s necessary…usually…mostly...Robbe’s not complaining anymore, so…yeah.

Several people have written about how they think the proposal will go down, but I’ve always thought it would be like this. Sander, being the one who likes grand gestures, will buy a ring and have everything planned out to the last detail. And then, the week before he’s going to do it, Robbe will roll on top of him in bed, or look up at him at the dinner table, or poke him in the ribs with his toe as they’re watching a movie on the couch, and just blurt out, “Marry me?” Robbe will look all shy, slightly embarrassed that he couldn’t control himself, but he couldn’t help it. He loves their life together, and he wants it to always be like this. It’s the little things that make him happy, make him feel loved and safe, so it just came out in a moment where he felt overwhelmed with the rightness of it all. Even though he hadn’t planned it, he doesn’t take it back. He means it and looks at Sander with glowing, nervous eyes. Sander is dumbfounded, his mind processing the change of plans. Without a word, he leans over and pulls a black box out from its hiding place under the bed (for this scenario let’s pretend they’re in bed). In answer he hands the box to Robbe, saying, “I was going to ask you on Saturday, but...you beat me to it.” Robbe looks at the ring in wonder, his eyes shiny. Still focused on the box, he whispers, “So which one of us is supposed to say yes?” His question breaks the tension, and their eyes lock, their lips lifting into crooked, dopey smiles. “On three?” Sander asks, and at Robbe’s nod, he counts, and they both say “Yes” at the same time. A moment passes while they both exhale and then Robbe throws himself at Sander, tackling him to the bed. Neither of them can decide whether to laugh, cry, or kiss, so they do all three at the same time, and eventually Sander berates him for ruining his romantic proposal, though he’s not really upset at all. Robbe apologizes with a kiss, but says, “I prefer this. It was sweet. We can still go on your romantic date, and if you want to ask me again then, I promise I’ll say yes.” Sander hugs him closely and murmurs into his neck, “I’d happily ask you every day.”  Robbe kisses his ear and whispers back, “And I’ll always say yes.”

(Okay that one got really sappy...oops)

Do they adopt a kid(s)? Probably, but I don’t know when or how. For canon Robbe and Sander I can’t guess when they’d be ready. I don’t see them being nearly as young as they are in my fic, but I do see it. Sander would be such a fun dad—playful with lots of ideas. Robbe would probably have to rein him in and be the more practical parent. And here’s the one thing I am so sure about and don’t ask me why bc I don’t know: they NEVER use a stroller. Sobbe with a stroller just doesn’t compute for me. One of them wears the baby in a carrier, and the other one wears the backpack full of crap. They take turns, and both of them would rather carry the baby.

Okay, here’s the last one, and I’m kind of embarrassed about it, but I also think it’s a very Sander thing to do. If that wtfockdown clip bothered you (as it scarred me), maybe stop here. It’s not bad or graphic, but it’s based on that clip. So we know how Robbe took his shirt and belt off in that clip, and we can assume it happened more than once (bc those two were such a disaster during quarantine, Sander especially). Well, it all happened around Sander’s birthday…now Sander associates Robbe stripping with his birthday, so it’s the only present he wants for his birthday, that Robbe give him a little strip tease. Every year. Robbe’s all blushy and shy at first, but he grows more confident; and they end up having a lot of fun with it.

Thanks for asking! This was a lot of fun, and I’m always up for more if you’re interested. Have a lovely day!!💕

[ayellowcurtain]

I wanted to know if you will continue with your ABO Sobbe fic, now that Robbe is expecting his first baby. I've been reading that alphas when their omegas get pregnant they become even more possessive of them, so you could add the alpha that was flirting with Robbe, maybe just saying hello but Sander is going to show him that Robbe is his and he is his omega, together With his baby!

The ABO!AU part where ˜the other alpha is mentioned

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Sander breathes in slowly through his nose, out through his mouth. Today is a special day, the most special, and he should behave for once. It’s almost time too, and he knows that’s why he’s so easily triggered. Nine months flew by. Sander wanted to take it all in but it still feels like he didn’t enjoy it as much as he should. Robbe is glowing. He says he doesn’t feel like it every time Sander mentions how ridiculously handsome he looks but he is and Sander won’t accept a different answer.

But tonight he’s happy for another reason, it’s his birthday and Sander planned every detail of tonight. He would rather spend it alone with Robbe, preferably in bed, naked. They didn’t have to do anything - even though Sander is sure Robbe and his hormones would be happy to do everything - but Sander still loves to just look at him, every inch of him, to hold, and kiss, and massage and do whatever Robbe might need.

They’re not alone, and so far away from being naked, sadly, but Robbe is having a really good time so Sander will have to suck it up. Sharing his omega with his friends for long hours until his day is over. Everybody is hugging, touching him, being too close, receiving too much of Robbe’s attention. Sander’s eyes keep getting stuck on the countless hands touching Robbe, wanting to feel a kick or any hint of movement. It makes Sander so angry he can barely think or look elsewhere. He tried drinking for both of them - Robbe’s request - to distract himself from slowly loosing a little bit of Robbe’s scent in the crowd, being so touched all night long but it still bothers him.

Robbe is his, now more than ever, and people should just stop being so touchy. They don’t need to touch or to be that close to get their feelings out. Robbe can very much still hear when they say he looks great, or how much they want him to have a calm, easy last few weeks.

Sander finishes another drink Zoe offered him a few minutes ago when she walked by him, not even using her words, just looking at him and he knew she could tell how pissed he was. He organized most of this party, the important parts, at least, but the practical parts he needed Senne’s and Zoe’s help so he’s just pretending now that she was chosen to be the host too. He can’t worry about that now.

He recognizes the guy instantly, how could be ever forget about him, always smiling at Robbe, being too nice and charming. At least he’s not touching him, he knows a thing or two about self preservation, good for him, Sander thinks as he gets tired of trying to keep his distance for Robbe to enjoy everyone else.

“Everything okay?” He asks as he puts his arm around Robbe’s neck, getting a quick kiss in return a second later.

Robbe nods his head. “Everything okay. I missed you.” Sander smiles, kissing his Robbe again, finally pretending he cares enough to notice the guy still right there, drinking his beer, wanting to continue whatever he and Robbe were talking about.

“So how are you feeling? It’s almost time…”

Sander frowns, surprised the guy really can’t take a hint. “How do you know?”

The guy looks at him, and then at Robbe and they both sort of awkwardly laugh, and Sander rolls his eyes, thinking the guy knew or were in touch with Robbe but he’s just stating the obvious based on Robbe’s figure.

“Can we go home?” Sander asks close to Robbe’s ear, and he’s hugged right away, both of Robbe’s tired, heavy arms hanging around his waist, his hand gently holding the front of Sander’s sweatshirt.

“But it’s my party, we can just go home while everyone else is still here.”

“Robbe.” Sander tries, knowing Robbe can smell in him the jealousy, and frustration and desperate need to get the fuck out of here before he punches this guy. He’s still here, around Sander’s omega like he can make Robbe his at any point which is a joke, if Sander is being honest. “Please. I’ll steal the cake and we’ll go home and eat it by ourselves, I promise.”

Robbe smiles at him that lazy, but extremely happy and comfortable smile that he’s been carrying for the past 6 months or so. It’s a new one, and Sander hopes it stays forever. It makes him run his fingers through Robbe’s hair to push it away from his eyes.

“So let’s steal the cake then. Or I won’t go anywhere.”

Sander snorts, and starts walking with his arm still around Robbe’s neck, not at all worried about saying goodbye to whoever they were talking to. Zoe left the cake on the bottom shelf of the fridge, still inside a box which makes everything so much easier. They have plenty other things to eat, and an endless amount of drinks so they’ll be fine without Robbe’s cake. Sander carries for them, having to let go of Robbe, holding his hand instead as they walk out, needing to use Robbe’s cellphone flashlight to go downstairs to the front door.

Sander tries to ignore it, to shake it off now that they’re outside, with the cold air of an almost-winter-night to mix with the bad smell that’s coming from Robbe. Countless perfumes, and scents that are definitely not his or Sander’s and even if the guy didn’t touch him, his smell is strong enough to leave a trace around Robbe.

Robbe squeezes his hand, looking at him, waiting for him to talk already and Sander sighs, trying to move his nose enough to train it back to only smelling Robbe’s comforting scent.

“You’ll be smelling for days…you need a shower.”

Robbe purrs, melting against Sander’s side, gently putting his arms around Sander’s neck, feeling so perfectly close, and heavy and warm and his. He buries his nose against Sander’s neck, and Sander can’t wait to be home with him, to take a shower with him, how Robbe will let him do most of the job washing his body because only Sander can tell where the weird smells are coming from.

“Yes. A nice, very warm and relaxing shower sounds so fucking nice.” Sander snorts, kissing his Robbe’s forehead, happy to do anything this lazy one can’t do these days, using the belly as an excuse for literally anything.

[maxbernini]

Top 5 underrated Skams mains and top 5 overrated Skams mains ✨😌✨

this is such a shit stirring ask so i’m going to make it worse and also do ‘top 5 overrated skam mains that people want’ 😁

top 5 underrated skam mains

1. eva eskam. anyone who admits to skipping s1s are exposing themselves, and this is a very kind and fun attempt. also eva v simultaneously has #1 straight ally energy AND chaotic bisexual energy and i love her for that

2. megan flores. i find her one of the more relatable evas and i hate the ‘austin is cringy’ agenda. julie rocha is a great actress, the scene where she and her parents argue + she finds out about shay are some of my fave scenes in the entire skamverse. all the scarlet letter motifs in her season are so fun. austin was fun!

3. i promise not to pick every eva but hanna. again with the bisexual energy, mianna deserved to be endgame, and the druck writers screwed her over imo

4. nora grace and everything eskam did with s3. like do i need to elaborate. this is essentially a noorhelm call-out post but in visual form. i love it here

5. which brings me to: i don’t think viri is underrated in the fandom but i don’t think eskam did a very good job with her ‘season’, so like...underrated in their eyes maybe? bc there were so many ways it could’ve been improved

top 5 overrated skam mains

1. it’s less him and more the fandom but robbe, bc i hate that take that he’s a better isak because he’s the ~softest~ or ~kindest~ or whatever. like what a terrible take on multiple levels LMAO

2. okay not isa herself bc i love my gross queen but skam nl is not as revolutionary as everyone thinks, and a lot of s1′s story proves this. kes and isa didn’t even get that iconic final speech??? hello???

3. lucas lallement bc axel auriant is my enemy 

4. arthur. i don’t think he’s actually overrated bc the whole skamfr tag hates him but it’s more the idea of his season. alexia deserved s5 

5. italian isak. i can’t remember if he’s niccolo and martio? are those their names?? but either way i do not vibe with him at all. smth about the actor...

top 5 overrated skam mains that people want/ed

1. lucas vdh bc i have yet to see a compelling reason for why we needed his season so bad, and skam nl s3 getting more support than austin s3 is my villain origin story

2. eliott bc i don’t think ppl realize that s6 IS what an eliott season would’ve been like under david & niels, just with a different mental illness. like, everything lola was crucified for saying and doing are things eliott would’ve done too, so do you actually want mental illness rep or did you just want an elu season (and/or do you just hate women)

3. if they weren’t going to do yasmina for s4, then moyo should’ve been main over kato, but i remember in the lead up to s4 before we even knew yasmina wasn’t going to be main, there was support for moyo > yasmina, and i feel like a lot of that was just wanting to see more sobbe? so moyo but the pre-s4 moyo hype train

4. whoever people want/ed italia s5 to be about

5. i don’t think i’ve seen anyone say they wanted a dani season but i will take any opportunity i can to hate on dani

[fieryfantasybooklover]

Scythes And Stories Chapter 4 - Death And Freedom

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Ariadne heaved in several deep breaths, trying to calm herself and clear her head. “I… You cannot expect me to make such a huge decision on the spot like this!” she replied shakily. “I can, and I will. Either you come now, or you stay and try to live on your own. I can promise you you will never find me again.” Anna said harshly, sparing no sympathy for the privileged princess. But that’s not true. You’ve privileged to let her live, and to hear your voice, Anna’s soul whispered again. “Fine. I’ve made my decision. I will come with you. But only in one day’s time.” Ariadne said, jarring Anna back to herself. “If you planned to kill me, I’d be dead. This I know. I also know that you are well within the capability to find me again. So I will come. But I need to take care of something first. Either you allow that.... Or I allow myself to be kidnapped.” Ariadne finished, stubbornly turning her gaze to Anna. Saying nothing for another second, Anna turned the deal over. Examined it. And finally spoke. “You’re a gutsy one, it appears. Very few would be doing anything other than begging for their lives in your position.”

“I don’t beg, nor will I ever.” Ariadne replied, saying nothing else.

“Fine. You get one day, and not an hour more.” Anna said, turning to the window. “Do not make me regret this, princess.” and with that, Anna turned, kissed Ariadne on the cheek, and disappeared out the window.

Shocked into stillness, Ariadne’s thoughts were whirling. It was not uncommon for people in her kingdom to greet and say goodbye to each other with a kiss on the cheek. But something about that one felt different. More kind, if that even made any sense. Something beyond just the politeness of the action. Strangling the mysterious butterflies in her stomach, Ariadne sat. And then, her thoughts rose. “Why did I let her stay? Why did I talk to her? And why do I even believe anything she is saying?” all these questions and more flew through Ariadne’s head. And unbidden, the answers rose. The answers that shine far too brightly. The answers that would be more palatable to keep hidden. You let her stay because you were entranced by her. Because she is free, and the clearest view of the outside world you have ever had. These are also the reasons you talked to her. She is new, and dangerous, and you are young and gullible. As for why you would believe her, it is because she is voicing what you were already beginning to think. Shaking her head to clear the accusatory statements from within herself, Ariadne spoke. “No matter what, she is an assassin and has killed countless people. I will not soften towards her, and run as soon as possible. But first, I need to make my exit.”

Christopher rose. Quietly, calmly, he corked a stopper and slipped it into his bag. The shop was once again closed for the night, and the sun was setting, staining the sky in fire. “You’ve made it this far. Do not mess this up now.” he thought to himself. After all, he’d worked for this. The hours of faking being sick, flailing in pain. The hours of ingesting poison after poison to harden his resolve and increase his immunity. All those hours and all that blood and pain would not be for nothing. After he left this night, there would be nothing left but ashes, smoke, and the ruin of a once magnificent kingdom.

As the castle’s apothecary, Charles was in charge of scanning all the king and queen’s food for poison. Then, a servant would test it. On this particular night, there was a teenage servant. A boy named Raymond, with wide brown eyes and a sweetheart he would die for. And this particular servant was Christopher’s friend. Who had been by his side since he arrived. “This is the moment. This is for your parents and Anna, wherever she may be. All the plans are in place, all I have to do is follow through.” breathing deeply, Christopher prepared himself. “Only one more hour of servitude, and you can shatter the illusion.”

Ten minutes of quick footsteps and casual greetings and velvet covered hardwood floors, Christopher arrived at the King’s dinner table. “Good evening, my King. I pray you are well.” Christopher said, shoving down the howling protest at submitting to a king who ruined his life. “I am good, thank you. I trust the ordinary routine will still suffice?” the king replied, already in his chair. “Yes, my King. I will search your food for poison, and then Raymond here will take a bite.” Christopher said, gesturing to the quiet serving boy beside him. “Excellent. Well, let’s begin shall we? I wish to dine before the sun fully sets.” he added.

“Yes of course my King.” said Christopher, bowing. He then retrieved his apothecary pack from the satchel he’d been carrying. Quickly but thoroughly checking all the dishes, Christopher with deft hand uncorked the bottle and dribbled the crystal clear, odorless liquid onto the King’s favorite dish, hiding the bottle again quickly. “My check is complete, my king. If you wish it, Raymond will now check the food?” Christopher said, stepping back. “Well, one thing first.” the king said, and Christopher’s heart jumped into his throat. “Do you have any sort of container with chemicals contained within your clothes?” the king asked, raising his eyebrows and turning to face Christopher.

Sensing very quickly that lying would be useless, Christopher kept his face blank, and nodded. “Yes I do, my King. The only one currently on my person is my own personal brew, to help me sleep at night. I’ve had a bit of a cold recently, so I’ve been using that. I must have forgotten to leave it back at my shop. Apologies, my king.” Christopher said, keeping his voice even and eye contact steady. Cocking his head, the king considered this. Years of calmly staying out of the way and acting like a bumbling fool helped Christopher now, and the king nodded. “I trust you. However, I would like to examine this brew myself. It’s a new precaution, suggested by my right hand. I’m sure you understand.” Christopher’s breath caught in his throat, but he replied. “Of course, my king.” removing the bottle from his cloak, he handed it over to the king’s right hand, Julius, who deftly examined it. “I can confirm this has all the makings of a simple sleeping potion. This is not harmful to you, my king.” the right hand said, handing the bottle back to Christopher, who dipped his chin in thanks, all the while thinking “Thank the heavens I had the foresight to disguise this.”

“Thank you, Julius. Now that that’s out of the way, Raymond may test the food.” the king said, clearly desperate to be done with this whole affair. “Oh don’t worry, you will be done with much more in just a few minutes time.” Christopher thought, hatred burning in his chest. Stepping forward, Raymond sampled each of the dishes, taking a bite out of each and swallowing before quickly moving on. Once finished, he stepped back. And now, the pinnacle. The breaking point. Could Raymond mask the effects of the poison for long enough to escape and grab the antidote Christopher stashed? Would the years of training be enough? Christopher waited with bated breath as the king looked for any sign of illness. After a few moments that seemed more akin to years, the King gestured Raymond away. Bowing, he turned and quickly walked out of the room. And thus, Julius left and the king began to dine. After being bid his leave, Christopher waited outside the door. Waited for the choking to begin. And once it did, he stepped back inside, met the king’s gaze, and smiled.

“Please, tell me how it feels. To be the one on the receiving end of somebody else destroying your life.” Christopher said, slowly strolling towards the king. He’d dined alone tonight, and was currently fighting to stay upright as he fought for air. Gurgles came from him that Christopher thought to be attempts at words. “This is for my mother. And my father. And my sister. This is for the assassins you’d ordered to be sent to their house. Just because they dared to show kindness, helping those less well off then them. But you can’t have that, can you? You cannot stand the poor trying to help themselves so you killed my family. To make a statement about those who’d dared to try and defy the crown. And then you brought me here. Thinking I didn’t remember, and never would. Well, I did remember. I always have. So this is my revenge. Maybe after this, I’ll be able to fight the nightmares.”

All throughout this, the king had struggled, but it was no use. The poison was deadly without an antidote, and he had not had enough warning. Waiting until the king’s struggles stilled, Christopher sighed. And then sprung into action. His bag was already packed with everything he needed. Christopher dashed out the door, down hallways and into passages and rooms, hiding from any person he saw. Within a few minutes, he was out of the castle. Dashing down the streets and around corners, Christopher ran. He ran as the dam broke inside him that he'd held for years. Making it into a back alley no human had laid eyes upon for years, Christopher slipped inside an abandoned building. Made his way to a storage closet. Slid down to the floor. And began to sobb. Tears racked his body and he shook. He was a gentle soul, put out of his element for the sake of darker things. And now, despair grew within him. But something else grew within him. Something golden and elusive, called hope.

Ariadne was burning. On fire with vindication and vengeance. On fire as she hid in different corners of the castle. She’d told her parents she’d be staying in her room tonight. Rose had seen her tearing the room apart, and turned a blind eye. Perhaps something within her told Rose that Ariadne was waking up. And oh she most certainly was. “I am not staying here any longer. My parents can weep about it for all that I care. However, I will remove Charles from the picture. My last act of pettiness will be this.” Ariadne thought to herself as she quietly worked her way towards the men’s barracks, flint and steel in her bag. It was rare for a Commander to sleep in the same barracks as his men. But Charles, new to his job, had yet to make the move. A fact Ariadne said thanks for. “I know he will survive this. But maybe not for long. Maybe he will die of despair after losing his good looks.” Ariadne thought, laughing to herself. “Either way, I should be able to escape the castle tonight. I will wait for Anna to arrive tomorrow. Then, I will leave. And I will finally be free of my cage.”

Reaching the barracks, Ariadne heaved a sigh of relief at her good luck. None of the soldiers were around, all of them patrolling and practicing in the art of war. So, Ariadne slid into a wardrobe. Drew her midnight black cloak around her. And waited.

About an hour later, as the sun began to set, the men filed back in. Laughing and talking to each other, joking and throwing things and swearing. Ariadne could overhear snippets of conversation, though nothing truly interesting. Who had beat who at dueling, who stole what, who was going to do what on their free day. Sighing, Ariadne settled in. “This is going to take quite a long while, won’t it?” she thought. “Oh well. I’ve waited years, I can wait a few more hours. And wait a few more hours she did. The most interesting thing that happened over those hours was somebody opening the door to her hiding place. Ariadne froze at this, barely daring to breathe. But he shut the door quickly, shouting that whatever it was wasn’t there. Exhaling, Ariadne allowed herself to breath again. And then finally, finally, darkness fell and all the soldiers slept. She slipped out of her hiding place and retrieved her flint and steel. Spotting Charles asleep on one of the beds, she began scraping the flint and steel together. It didn’t take long for her to shed several sparks onto the carpets on the floor. It caught quickly, going up in a blaze. Quickly sending more sparks into some of the drapes and a few empty beds, Ariadne then fled. Right out the door of the barracks, into the courtyard stained in moonlight. She could hear the panicked yells of the men from inside, but she spared them no more thought. Most would survive, though not without a cost.

Anna gazed down at the courtyard, spotting her quarry. She’d been keeping track of Ariadne ever since she jumped out her window, carefully making sure she didn’t alert the king. And now, Ariadne had just exited the barracks. And judging by the smell of smoke now coming from there, she had lit a fire. “Well well well Princess. We might just get along.” Anna muttered to herself. Ariadne moved in a flash then, making for the sidewalk that would eventually take her out of the castle. Jumping down, Anna tailed her, leaving the burning barracks behind her like a bonfire against the night sky.

Several tense minutes passed, and then they were both out of the castle walls. “Well, now is as good a time as ever.” Anna thought, and leaped into Ariadne’s way. Ariadne froze, but then recognized Anna and relaxed a fraction. Ignoring the ridiculous happiness that stemmed from that, Anna spoke. “I thought I would find you here, Princess. Been causing mischief have we?”

“You’ve been following me, haven’t you?” Ariadne replied, exasperated. “Why yes, I have. I had to make sure you were safe after all.” Anna said. And then, Ariadne did something magnificent. She rolled her eyes and smiled. “I highly doubt that was the case, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” Ariadne then said. Anna, chuckling, replied. “I’m touched, Princess. And though I do hate to stop the jokes, we need to meet my accomplices quickly. They can get us out of the kingdom.” Sobering quickly, Ariadne nodded. And then, the pair took off quickly down the dark roads.

“Anna! Thank god!” Lucie called once Anna and Ariadne arrived at the meeting point (an abandoned apothecary shop). “What took you so long? We were just about to give up!” Matthew added. “Ask our Princess here. Oh, and this is Matthew and Lucie” Anna said, dropping into a chair. All three pairs of eyes turned to Ariadne, who shifted uncomfortably. “Not that I owe any of you anything… but I had some business to take care of before I came. Personal business.” she said finally, looking at the floor. Lucie and Matthew exchanged confused looks before turning to Anna. “Why does she speak as if she came willingly?” they both said simultaneously. “That is because I did. And no, I will not explain why, how, or answer any other questions. I was told you can help me escape the kingdom. I would like to do that, not dawdle around and argue.” Ariadne said, finally finding her voice. The other three, shocked into silence, looked at her. “Very well then. Let’s get going, shall we?” Lucie said. With that, all four headed out the door. “I like her.” Matthew whispered to Lucie. “Oh of course you do. You like anything with even one inch of sarcasm contained in its being.” Lucie replied before kissing him. “I love you, but please shut up and let us get out of this godforsaken kingdom.” she finished.

“You told the rest of the Ravens we’re leaving with Anna, correct?” she asked, and Matthew nodded as they arrived at the harbor. “And I staged the death in her bedroom. It’s torn apart, the nurse is missing, and there’s a fatal amount of blood that matches our Princess here. I made sure to bloody a dagger and leave it there. No fingerprints, obviously.” Anna chimed in saying. “From now on, Ariadne, you’re dead.”

Ariadne, eyes wide as she gazed out over the ocean, turned to Anna. “No, I’m not.” Ariadne whispered. “I’m free.”

Cordelia laughed out loud, punching James playfully on the shoulder. “I cannot believe you would say that!” she exclaimed, laughing again. “Oh come on Cordelia. You know I am joking?” James replied, laughing as he dodged another punch. “But does she know that?” Alastair interjected, wiggling his eyebrows in a rare show of non-cynicism. “Alastair, I love you, but you’re not helping this situation.” Thomas said, sighing with no real malice. They were all enjoying a day off, a day sequestered away from the real world. A day of nothing but laughing and jokes and lighthearted teasing. James kissed Cordelia quickly before drawing back. “There. Does that make up for any grievances I’ve caused you?” he asked, and Cordelia stuck her tongue out at him. “Maybe for now. But I will not forget.” She replied, smirking. “I am absolutely terrified right now.” James said in a comically monotone voice. “Alastair, my friend, will you save me?

“No, in fact I will not. You’re on your own here James buddy.” Alastair replied as Thomas facepalmed. “Should I hear any yells of pain from your general direction, I will investigate.” Thomas said. “Thank you Thomas, you are my savior.”

“Oh I am sorry, but that’s absolute-” Cordelia interjected, but was then cut off.

A royal page had arrived with a letter for Thomas and Alastair. He handed it over, quickly bowed, and exited the room. Glancing towards Thomas, who’d taken the letter, all three others raised their eyebrows. “Well? What does it say? Thomas?” Alastair asked, quickly standing up as Thomas paled. “What is it?” Cordelia asked as James tensed as well, reacting to the quickly changing atmosphere of the room. Alastair snatched the letter from Thomas, moved his eyes to the words, and began to read.

To the princes of Luna, and whoever else it may concern.

Solis has begun to deteriorate at an even faster rate, and several tragedies have struck them.

A very wealthy and influential woman, Lucie Herondale, has vanished. Her husband is frantic to find her, though it is suspected she might have fled the city for reasons unknown.

Commander Charles of the Royal Army is in critical condition after a fire at his barracks. It is currently unknown whether or not he will pull through.

Princess Ariadne has been killed. Currently, no culprits have been caught, but it is suspected that the notorious assassin, known only as the Lady of Death, is behind this. However, the princess’s death is not the worst of it, though she will be mourned with great fervor.

King Samuel has also been struck down. Poisoned. The believed perpetrator is the castle’s apothecary, Christopher. He may have been working in cahoots with another, though neither have been located.

Vesperum is rioting, just about tearing itself to bits. I send this letter with the purpose of informing you, as well as warning you. I will not dismiss the possibility Solis will attempt to strike at another kingdom, either out of misplaced blame or just pure fury. No matter what, things are shifting.

I wish you all the best from now until the sun falls from the sky.

Signed, Marcus L. Kingsway, Member of the Royal Council of Luna.

Alastair finished reading to a silent room. James had drawn Cordelia close, as if daring the world to try to hurt her. Alastair himself, now shaken, turned to Thomas and silently folded the letter back up. I will not let anything happen to you both boys said to the other silently, both vowing to keep that promise. As two young couples made promises, they became a different type of warrior. They became the type of warrior that survives the roaring waves of fury and unrest, and the falling of ancient and vicious kingdoms.

[unitato722]

I PROMISE

TMNT

Mikey x Reader

So I felt like writing something depressing because we all need a little turtle love but some of us just need it differently. Sending my love to those of you with depression <3 Hope yall like it :)

Trigger Warning: Suicide, self harm, bullying, and depression.  

Your life had always been bland and empty, it was something you’d learned to live with for as long as you could remember. That was… until you had met them. The turtles were the only people you had ever met who had ever given two shits about you. Your parents had neglected you for most of your life and the only friend you’d ever had had moved overseas to Ireland. The only good luck you’d had in your whole seventeen years was meeting the turtles two years ago.

They’d brought happiness into your world and made you feel human for the first time in your life, but out of all of them Mikey had helped you the most. You admire his strength and ability to lighten the mood, it had helped you on numerous occasions.

You really needed that today.

It was your birthday and as usual it seemed to be a day of torture. Every year something would happen to remind you that it was just another year people had to tolerate you and that you had to live through their torment. This time one of the girls in your foods class, who’d been partnered with you to take care of the laundry, had made a point of spilling bleach on you when the teacher wasn’t in the room.

She had pointed at you with a smirk and laughed. “Well maybe that will clean you up you filthy fat whore,” she’d announced, and the whole class laughed along with her.

You didn’t waste a second as you grabbed your backpack and ran out of the room to the sound of the whole class chanting, “(Y/N)’s a whore, (Y/N)’s a whore!”

Tears clouded your vision until you no longer knew where you were going, but you didn’t care, not anymore, there was no more reason to. At one point you caught sight of your reflection as you were passing a store window, bringing you to a halt. You looked awful. Your favorite dark orange shirt was already fading to white in messy splotches and so were your skinny jeans. Your beautiful (h/c) hair was covered in the nasty chemical making it crusty and plain out gross as it dripped from the tips onto the sidewalk, but the stench was the worst part. You saw a lady give you a disgusted look as she passed by and you ducked your head in shame before diving into the nearest alleyway and lifting up the closest manhole cover. During your time with the turtles your strength had grown and lifting the covers had became second nature.

You ran through the sewers as the memories flooded your vision. (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore!

“I’m a stupid fat whore…”

The words were barely a whisper, but the second they fell from your lips fresh tears fell in turrets and you had to stop moving as sobs racked your body. Why? Why did everyone need to remind you how useless you were? You knew no one cared, you’d accepted the fact a long time ago, no one loved you enough to care if you were gone. The thoughts and sobbs lasted only a few minutes before you took a few shaky breaths to calm yourself and continued walking.

When you arrived at the front doors to the lair you stopped. You wiped your eyes to make sure there were no remaining tears staining your cheeks for them to discover before you took another deep breath and walked in.

The first thing you noticed upon entering was that the lair was warm and smelled like pizza. You heard laughing to your left and looked up the small set of stairs to where the table was to see that the boys were eating pizza and betting on who would win the arm wrestling match that was going on between Leo and Raph.

You couldn’t help but feel happiness surge through the darkness at the sight, it brought back memories of happier times.

Back when you used to live with them for days at a time, during which you would wake up to Leo and Raph fighting and be the one to break them up. Back when you and Mikey would watch videos and spend all night talking about God knows what. Those were the days you lived for, the days you only had to worry about if Leo would burn dinner, or if Donnie would pass out from sheer exhaustion, or what you and Mikey would talk about that night…

The phone call had changed it all. Your parents demanded you come back, if you didn’t they’d take extreme measures. You didn’t want to find out what those were so you packed your things and prepared to leave after all the boys went to sleep that night, but as you were leaving you woke Mikey.

The argument you two had that night was one you’d rather not remember, but it seemed you could never get it out of your mind. It seemed to be burned there like a lingering scar in your memory.

He had refused to let you go. When you asked him why he refused to answer, just kept trying to convince you to stay. Your voices had steadily raised until the volume had woken his brothers and even Splinter. After a while you’d had enough and as you began to leave he had screamed at you that he didn’t want to see you hurt. That had been a year ago and as far as the brothers knew you were doing fine, better actually. They had no idea what things were really like...

You smiled and walked over, dumping your backpack at the foot of the small stairs, joining in on the fun.

Both turtles were straining and holding eye contact as they attempted to out gun the other. You laughed a little causing all attention to go to you as Raph flexed and pinned his older brother’s arm to the table.

“Ha, looks like I win Fearless.”

“It doesn’t count if I was distracted Raph,” Leo growled as they both looked at you.

Mikey gasped. “Dude what happened to you?” he asked as he looked you over.

You flinched a bit but smiled and said, “an accident with bleach in foods, a girl tripped and spilled bleach on me, nothing major.”

All the brothers seemed to gasp at the same time. “Nothing major?” they shouted in unison.

“Did she do it on purpose?”

“Did you tell a teacher?”

“Did ya knock ‘er out?”

“Did it get in your eyes?”

“Woah, woah, woah, guys relax!” you shouted, “it’s ok, the teacher wasn’t there so I left but I didn’t feel like going home so I came here instead. No there’s none in my eyes, just all over my clothes and hair. And no, Raph, I didn’t beat her up.”

Raph threw up his hands. “Well ‘scuse me for wondering if that girl got a proper ass whoopin.’”

“Looks like your clothes are ruined Angel Cakes, we should get you washed up while Donnie calls April.”

Mikey led you to the bathroom as Donnie took out his phone and dialed said girl and Leo and Raph went back to arguing about who had won their earlier fight.

As you entered the guest bathroom Mikey helped you take off your shoes while you grabbed a towel from beneath the sink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mikey scanning over your facial features, so you tried to keep them from showing the pain you felt. “Are you sure you’re ok (Y/N/N)?”

You smiled at the nick name and nodded encouragingly. “I promise Mikey, I’m fine. Just in desperate need of a shower,” you admitted sheepishly.

The orange clad turtle looked you over another time before smiling and getting up. “Well then I’ll let you take your shower. Holler at me if you need anything,” he said with a wink before lightly ruffling the dry part of your hair.

As the door shut behind him you let out a sigh and began to undress. You stepped into the shower and turned the knob as far as it could go. As the scalding water ran over your skin you found your thoughts wandering back to the dark places they had been treading through earlier. A tear streaked down your cheek but you didn’t notice as it mixed with the water running over your face. The water had reached an almost unbearable temperature by the time you turned to wash yourself off, but you barely even registered it as your thoughts roamed to desperate places. You were only half aware of your actions as you washed your body and shampooed your hair. You were only focused on the thoughts invading your mind.

(Y/N)’s a stupid fat whore!

Why can’t you follow orders like your sister.

You’ll never be anybody special.

Get your head out of the clouds, you can never be anything useful with all your daydreams.

Take a hike bitch.

What guy would want you?

Tears had begun to stream down your cheeks as memories flooded your mind and you finished washing your hair. There was something deep inside your soul that wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but what if they were right. What if nobody cared? What if nobody wanted you?

Your thoughts suddenly turned to Mikey. Would he care when you were gone? Would he cry and beg for you to come back?

No.

No one would.

A hand reached out and grasped your razor. You could end it. You could make it stop. Make the dull ache in the backs of your heart and skull disappear and the torment of your soul stop. You felt a slight sting as the razor dug into the skin of your left arm. The smell of blood filled you sinuses as you looked down to see the cuts bleeding. The wounds helped clear your thoughts as you dragged the sharp metal object across your arm again, and again, and again before switching to your other arm. Relief flooded your senses as the pain took over, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

You stepped out of the shower and into the foggy bathroom, barely able to see anything. Without letting go of the razor you wrapped your towel around you and stepped in front of the fogged up mirror. You swiped your hand across it, revealing your face. Your sad (e/c) eyes, your pale face, and the bags underneath your eyes. No one should have to live life like this. No one.

A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts.

“Hey (Y/N), April dropped off some clothes and the rest of the bro’s went into the dojo to train so-” his words were suddenly cut off before he knocked on the door again, this time louder, “are you ok? There’s super steamy air coming out from under the door. Can I come in?”

Your breathing hitched in your throat as you reached over and locked the door. Not seconds later you heard the doorknob rattling as Mikey attempted to enter. His shouting grew and you knew that he could easily have Donnie taking the door off it’s hinges in a matter of minutes so you turned to look into the mirror as you held the metal against the skin of your neck.

BOOM!

The door shook as Mikey kicked it, almost sending the door flying. The door was suddenly pulled in the opposite direction to show Mikey at the same time that blood started to run down your neck.

Baby blue eyes met (e/c) as he stared at you with a pleading look. His usually bright demeanor was completely gone, replaced with sadness and above all, fear. You could see his hands shaking as they slowly reached out to you.

“(Y/N).”

You inhaled sharply. Although the words were barely audible they held more meaning than anyone else would ever understand. He rarely called you by your first name and he had never looked at you like that before.

It was then that all of the dark thoughts began to fade from your mind as you realized that all your earlier thoughts were false. Against your will your arms fell to your side and the razor dropped to the floor.

In mere seconds Mikey had his arms around you as the razor slid across the floor.

“Shhhhh, it’s ok (Y/N). I’m here. Please don’t ever do that again, you scared the shit out of me.”

His words barely registered in your mind as you finally let loose and slumped against his form. Your tears ran free and your sobs were so loud it hurt. You tried to hide the sounds against his neck but as his arms tightened around your shaking figure your walls began to crumble.

“I love you, please don’t leave me,” you whispered as you clung to him.

“I won't sweetheart, I promise. I- I love you too (Y/N). I’ll do anything to see you happy again,” he pushed you back a bit so he could look you in the eyes, his baby blue orbs moist with tears, “just promise me you’ll let Donnie take care of your cuts and that you’ll talk to me next time, I don’t want to see you so hurt.”

As his arms wrapped firmly back around you you felt all your walls caving in, the caution tape around your heart being ripped away, and your heart finally seemed to beat to in time with the universe.

And finally, you were at peace, you were home.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your features through the tears. “I promise.”

[sssssssim]

So, basically. I have re-read Harry Potter (third time, after seeing the movies again, after seeing Fantastic Beasts) and took a picture of all the things that... caught my eye. Be it funny, surprising, or things that I forgot since the last re-read. 

       Let’s talk about them.

This... is going to be a very long post. It’s going to be massive. It has over 200 pictures. Enjoy!

Draco Malfoy is 11 years old and has a hella sweet tooth, that his mom encourages. 

LIKE DUDE. They really didn’t like Hermione at the begining. 

That’s... pretty ruthless, Hermione. Chill. 

I find it absolutely hilarious that Harry keeps saying Draco is his archenemy. Soooo dramatic.

This is literally what happened in Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson, Nico kept babbling on on about Percy to his father. Turned out Nico had a crush on Percy. ... Oops.

This seems so... harsh. For 11 years old. Like good god. I know everyone else’s reaction was much more interesting, the Weasleys willing to fight for Hermione, Ron -while throwing up slugs- explaining why it’s such a bad word, but I’m thinking more about how Malfoy didn’t hesitate in using it, even if he knew fully well what it meant. He had such a shitty upbringing. 

Typical Harry, to be honest.

That awkward moment when Ron is the one actually thinking things through.

Don’t get me wrong here, this is the end of the first book. He’s an 11 year old child facing off two wizard who are a lot older, trained, more powerful than him. It’s perfectly normal for him to be muttering about anyone helping him. It’s also pretty good for him to get used to saying those words so early on :))

I need this quote on a shirt.

WELL FUCK THIS FORESHADOWING

Wendelin the Weird is so very weird, but I don’t wanna kinkshame her.

That sounds like a very ... magical... porn. 

BROKEN BALLS

I really want a mirror like that. That tells me I have a thread sticking out of my sweater before I leave the house, that tells me that I forgot to comb my hair and so on. I need it. Also, it would be such a good thing for people with anxiety to have, wouldn’t it? They’d have someone/thing to talk to, prepare themselves for a social outing. 

McGonagall is something else. Bless her.

Look at Draco’s two girlfriends worrying about him.

I bet Malfoy would love Harry to... “skin his shrivelfig” *wiggles eyebrows*

This is so explaining of Hermione and Harry. She’s excited and knows the answer, while Harry is low-key hating at her and his approach on knowledge is meeeh.

Ron swears. I feel like this is an important detail. I like this detail.

I think this is Fudge speaking. Or someone similar. But, I mean... If you ever doubted that Sirius is so very fucking strong...

I am a sucker for Harry Potter AUs and I have an itch to write the Teen Wolf one with Derek as a first year :))

Snape, my man... really. Well what if his right pinky is allowed??!!!

This is it. This is everything. Not only did Hermione smack that bitch up, but everyone else’s reaction is glorious. Bless this.

You were thinking about him, eh?

(Have I mentioned that I’m reading these books with Dramione glasses now? Heh. Sorry, but I’m not sorry.)

NOW LOOK. I would kill for a Netflix series about the Marauders in highschool. I feel like their characters could be so freacking awesome! And this, this line, ‘there were near misses, many of them’. I want 5 seasons of them. Please.

The relationships Hermione makes with the grown men around her are beautiful to see. We see a bit of her and Mr. Weasley through the books. And here, Sirius and Lupin, they have hearts in their eyes for Hermione. I don’t know if it was because she reminded them of Harry’s mom, or because Hermione is just so smart and kind and strong. But either way, it’s amazing.

As I was saying. Heart eyes. 

Harry’s approach to time-travel seems pretty reasonable.

Harry, what the hell did you smoke?!

I actually do not know if normal straight boys think of other boys as ‘extremely handsome’. I mean, I don’t think they do...

Again. The grown men vs. Hermione. Bless her. I also like how Harry thinks of him as ‘Mr. Malfoy’, even is his head. It should be a sign of respect, but I think it’s more of how Malfoy is imposing and mildly terryfing.

So. One, again, Ron swearing and Harry being too proper to reproduce it. Secondly, they’re at the World Cup and the Death Eaters are there. And by this point, neither of the three even thought that Hermione was in danger because of her muggle parents. But Draco pointed it out. And while, yeah, it was said with a sneer and a clear bad intent... It was also a warning, wasn’t it? It made Ron and Harry think of protecting her. 

This hurts so much, oh my gods. And you know I’m going to be looking for what her last words to Fred were. *sniff sniff sobb sobb*

Some things never change, no matter what year you’re in or world you’re on. I don’t know about you gals, but this is something I still say. And I’m 26 years old and living in Romania.

Mrs. Weasley is... pretty... uhm... harsh. 

Ron, dude... just how fucking strong are you? This is year 4. So he’s 15 years old. Like. D U D E.

Same, Harry. Same. Mornings are awful.

I... need that book. how much is too much?

He needed Hermione, of course he did. I think one of the smartest things Harry ever did was realize that he needed Hermione.

To be honest, I have cried over Ron and Harry’s friendship several times in the past and I too would want to hug them both at the same time. 

This is still the best line ever said in these books. 

Remember that time everyone’s jaw dropped over how good Hermione looked at the Yule Ball? Including Draco? Yeah, fun times.

Another brilliant life quote.

I TOTALLY FORGOT about the part where during the Triwizard Tournament, Hermione recieved hate mail because people thought she was double-teaming Harry and Krum.

NIFFLERS !!!

Siblings. <3

Sirius, you adorkable man, that is the cutest thing ever. That, and the fact that when the kids are talking about you and they don’t want everyone else to know they’re talking about you, they don’t call you Padfoot, they call you Snuffles. And you don’t mind it. Snuffles!!! Snuffles and his paw. AWH.

“Friendly reminder” that Cedric was tortured by Krum, just a little bit before he was killed.

uhm

iconic

Remember that time when Harry used just the fleeting thought of Hermione and Ron to conjure a full bodied patronus?

So much snark. So much funny. So much Harry-ness and Lupin-ness.

Harry. Calm the actual fuck down.

This echange, it hurts a whole freacking lot if you think about Sirius’s last words to Harry in the movie.

Such an interesting thing, Mrs. Weasley and Sirius fighting over who is more entitled to take care of Harry.

YEAH Look at Ginny! And look at her big brothers acknowledging her awesomeness.

Favorite cousin. Oh boy. That hurts mildly. ... How happy would have Sirius been that Lupin and Tonks got married? Oh boy. That hurts violently. 

Sirius is just a slightly older teenager. ‘snogging a pair of my father’s old trousers’. Lol. Just. Lol.

Yes, he’s talking to Harry. And yes, it’s one of the best descriptions of Harry ever.

Does getting off not mean the same thing in the UK? Why are they celebrating Harry masturbating ?! I can’t help but thing of Captain America: Winter Soldier and Steve is in an elevator filled with men, and his lips move to the words Before we start, does anyone wanna get off?, and the audio says get out and honestly.

Do people still insist that Ron is stupid? Cause Harry sure doesn’t think so.

Seriously. Marauders Netflix series. 5 seasons. Gimme.

This scene went on with Mrs. Weasley seeing her entire family, the twins TOGETHER, Harry and Hermione. I was sobbing alongside her, tbh.

Sirius is a slightly older child. 

Oh look! Ginny getting Luna and Neville together. How sweet ^.^

SO MANY THINGS HERE. Harry’s humor. Neville being amused by it. Neville’s self-deprecation. Ginny sticking up for him. Luna’s straightforwardness. 

Harry discovering what it’s like to be the third wheel in a lover’s spat.

Hermione rebelling against the system is a thing of beauty, really. Cinnamon roll thinks of nothing but murder all day.

This is a scene I remembered from the first time I read the books. And it’s still just as glorious now as it was then.

BOWTRUCKLES. 

I know they’re talking about giants but PENIS.

Of course her frostiness seemed to melt when she looked up at Ron. I like how Harry is slowly but surely noticing things.

Ron is, however, NOT noticing things.

Lee is such an underrated character.

Not gonna lie, I want a bauble with HAVE A VERY HARRY CHRISTMAS.

Another thing I remembered. I have yet to end up in a situation in which I could have used this insult, but I’m still planning on doing it.

Fred and Sirius fighting over dying for the Order GOOD GOD THAT HURTS

I... I just... Sirius being in full Christmas mode GOOD LORD

Sirius and Lupin buying joint Christmas gifts OKAY that’s not gay AT ALL.

Just... picture this. Visualize it in your head. I couldn’t stop laughing.

Neville THRIVING in the DA god bless 

Now look I ain’t saying they shouldn’t have trusted Dumbledore. I’m just saying he sure kept a lot of things from Harry.

Ginny is a force to be reckoned with. 

Harry, dude, what the hell were you smoking before bed???

So they are allowed to sit at other tables? Why isn’t anyone else doing it?

10 life saving wizard makeup hacks

I need that on a tshirt.

Same, Hannah. Same.

Dumbledore will not stand for physical abuse. Which is kind of funny (and by that, I mean really not funny) considering how Umbridge was torturing the students with her special quills.

There we go, Harry. Now you’re starting to really see Hermione-and-Ron.

Of course he hasn’t got a bit of a saving-people-thing. *snort*

So it was Ron who found the prophecy and really, that is very fine by me. I read a theory that Ron has a bit of a Seer in him. It wouldn’t surprise me, tbh.

SO Neville went through the first five years of school with a wand that WASN’T HIS. And it wasn’t for money reasons, like Ron did. It was just his Grandma screwing up because of sentimentality. And still.... Neville passed all of his classes. And he got really good in the DA. With the wrong wand. He’s pretty amazing.

I’m making a list of people I totally forgot were tortured before the war even started. So far it’s Harry, Cedric and Neville.

Last words. Also, first time Sirius and Neville were in the same room. (and not only did Sirius know who Neville was by seeing him, but he knew his name as well. was he friends with his parents? real friends, not just members of the Order?)

Things I completely forgot happened. 

Honestly, this feels like the only flaw Dumbledore could be faulted with. It also makes me very interested to see the relationship between him and Newt. 

LET ME SCREAM THIS FROM THE TOP OF MY LUNGS SERIOUSLY WHY WAS THIS NOT ADRESSED IN THE MOVIES I’M STILL SO ANGRY

Dumbledore’s crying and I was crying because he loves Harry so much good lord help me

Amazing. Harry’s comeback power. Brilliant.

Somehow, I forgot this particularly disturbing detail: dementors let out mist when they breed. 

THE OTHER SIDE CAN DO MAGIC TOO i mean jesus christ poor bloke he’s the Prime Minister and this is way above his pay grade

Snape being polite is unnerving.

SO FUN FACT. Snape did, in fact, fool the greatest wizard, the most accomplished Legilimens the world has ever seen. And I think Narcissa Malfoy did too (I’m not sure that bit in the movie, where she lies to Voldermort about Harry being that, not sure if that’s straight from the book, I guess I’ll see)

Now look I haven’t read The Cursed Child yet, but it is my understanding that... Voldermort shares most thing with Bellatrix, especially things that should stay in his pants. Right? It would explain her... behaviour. 

The dumbass seems glad. Oh lordy. MIstakes were made, by Draco. 

Dumbledore loves Harry so much because they share the same type of... snark. 

Mama bear.

I’m not sure whether I want to point out how much I love Luna’s embarrassing honesty, or Harry’s way of dealing with it. 

DO YOU EVER CRY BECAUSE YOU WANT ANOTHER Also. This is very important. That Voldermort has chosen. 

That’s so... I mean... Yeah, everyone would have loved to have been in her place but jesus Draco as a boyfriend. I can’t even picture it properly.

On one hand, poor Neville. On the other hand, bless McGonagall.

I C O N I C

also I can’t believe Harry survived this

If you ever wondered what Ginny smells like. 

That sounds incredibly kinky. 

Bless Hermione. Honestly, it would have made sense for her to end up with Harry, as well. 

Same, Hermione. Same. I never harm a new book. Old ones, sure, but never a new one.

AMAZING. This is their lives jfc. They’re teenagers and Ron is really asking this question for real. 

This was too good. I can’t deal with Ron speaking in a completely different voice. And I can’t deal with Harry’s awkwardness either. 

I like the way Harry described his MASSIVE ATTACK OF JEALOUSY

Year six, aka the year in which EVERYONE discovered they had a sex drive. 

Now, there is a discussion we need to have. WHY has Bellatrix been teaching Draco Occlumency? Also, is he good enough at it to hide from Voldermort? (Like Snape did). Cause that just goes to show how much POTENTIAL Draco had, that got flushed down the toilet because he sided with the wrong side.

I like how Fred just mildly questions it, and then moves past it. 

Hilarious. Also, reminds me of Stiles. It sounds like something he would say. 

Harry’s sweater didn’t have an H on it. 

Goes hand in hand with Hermione’s helping hand. 

I tried to count how many times Harry calls Voldermort handsome, but I couldn’t keep track. Honestly, do normal straight boys use this word so much?

Well, Harry, at least you realize you have a slight... unstraight... issue. 

Seriously. Handsome. 

The fact that Voldermort wanted to teach at Hogwarts... is both brilliant and terryfing. He also... I mean.... I am yours to command. jfc.

OH THAT EXPLAINS A LOT

She’s talking about Draco and my heart is breaking for the kid who screwed up one too many times. 

Ron is a very surprising character. Because he seems like an idiot, and he is sometimes. But other times, he’s got the brains and the street smarts to think outside the box, further than Hermione and Harry.

It just baffles me, how obsessed Harry was with Draco through this book. Granted, it was for a good reason, but at the end, Harry did spend a whole lot of time studying Draco.

The fact that Draco suffered a lot in year 6 is something you’ve accepted a long time ago. And you read the tumblr posts about it, and you see the movies. And then you go back to read the book and it just HITS YOU again, how horrible it was.

After Ginny and Harry kissed in the middle of the crowded common room. Amazing, Ron. Amazing. 

Gross sobbing, yes. Also thinking about who is them?

And Harry said the same thing about Dumbledore. And you cry and you cry because everything went to shit.

He’s talking to Draco, and Draco has to kill him and he knows it and my dear boy and I’m crying really badly.

So Draco hates Hermione pretty bad, by this point. Right? But even so, he doesn’t undermine her brains. 

HE WAS NOT GOING TO DO IT, DAMN IT

He made stupid mistakes, but he wasn’t stupid. And he was terrified. Damn it damn it damn it. SERIOUSLY NOW. I think the story would have been a lot more interesting if we saw Draco switching sides. I know there’s some sort of redemption in The Cursed Child, I’ll get to that but... it could have happened here, damn it. It should have happened here.

a most Hermione-ish look what even is that? =))

GOOD BOY, HARRY. GOOD. 

On one hand, this breaks my heart, because they were lonely. On the other hand, it warms my heart because Harry is aware of it, and because Luna and Neville dove right into danger without a second thought.

Again, I haven’t read The Cursed Child. But... flirting. ew. 

They were running from Voldermort, here. Taken into hiding. God bless Dudley Dursley.

Kinky. 

Last words.

If that would actually work... accio-ing people... i bet the Hogwarts hallways would be... chaos.

I would read three books about Tonks and Mad-Eye being Aurors.

Hermione is a the ends justify the means person. ... to an extent.

Dick jokes, god bless. 

SO. MANY. THINGS. I’m gonna focus on the fact that Ron got this from his older brothers. BLESS THAT. Siblings!!! Bros being bros, helping each other with the ladies! GOD BLESS IT. I want to see so much more of it. 

*sobbs quietly* I’m sure George witll do as you said.

So. Are we going to see Grandpa Krum in Fantastic Beasts? Also... everything is connected and the inside of JK’s head is amazingly mesmerizing. 

T H I S =)). Poor Krum just wanted to get laid =))

So. About that theory I read, where Ariana was an obscurus... After reading this. I’m like 80% sure she was. It explains a lot of things. 

Voldermort made Draco torture people. jesus christ that boy had it bad

... at least Harry sees it. At least someone saw it. 

I’m still torn about this. Because on one hand, Harry is exaggerating. But on the other hand, Dumbledore did use and manipulate Harry since the start. It was for the greater good, yes, but.... I’m torn. 

I have a feeling that a lot of wizard’s final acts have been to try to protect Harry.

This was horrible. It made Lupin do the right thing, but shit, Harry. 

I’m curious. If Harry thinks now, that Lupin and Tonks had to leave their kid.

I wanna write that quote on my ceiling.

GOD BLESS THE SILVER TRIO

Really, Harry was the worst student of the three.

So many things happened in Godric’s Hollow.

Beautiful.

WELL. I do wonder who chose that quote. 

I love these two together. They have such a beautiful relationship. And I imagine that Harry married Ginny first. And then, they’re at Hermione and Ron’s wedding. And the party’s dying down, and they’re sitting alone at a table, having a cup of tea. And Harry knocks their shoulders together and says that they’re finally family. And Hermione laughs, tells him that they’ve always been family, wedding rings or not. 

Very interesting pieces of information that we’re gonna keep an eye out for in the Fantastic Beasts movies.

I’m... 60% sure that a friendship wasn’t all they “struck”.

The question is if Grindelwald already knew about the obscurus by this point. Or if seeing Ariana dying because of it, if that is what triggered his obsession with them.

AND THIS IS WHY WE ARE GETTING FIVE FANTASTIC BEASTS MOVIES. ONE FOR EACH DELAYED YEAR.

Harry is always dramatic. It’s hilariously heartbreaking.

Harry and Hermione is a beautiful love. But Ron is just as important, damn it.

This is such a brilliant scene (I wish it wouyld have been included in the movies) because not only it defines them as individuals, but it also defines their relationship. The Golden Trio isn’t a trio because they’re alike, but because they complete each other. 

Wizard wands are like men’s penises, CONFIRMED

Beautiful and heartbreaking tbh

This was very interesting to me, because it was not included in the movies, and I forgot it. This choice that Harry had, Horcruxes or Hallows, it wasn’t presented like this. Neither was the fact that he did, eventually, mastered all the Hallows.

The thing is, Harry and Voldermort were similar, in some ways. And after they got inside each other’s heads, and got to know each other. I think that’s the only reason Harry was able to defeat Voldermort in the end. Harry understood him, but Voldermort didn’t understand Harry.

Teddy is a metamorphmagus. That’s gotta be fun.

Very straight, Harry.

Did Grindewald actually care for Albus Dumbledore? Or was he only interested in the obscurus? I really wanna know.

Neville never lost his faith, god bless.

Neville was brilliant, really. Everyone, including Harry, underestimated him.

Neville, Luna and Ginny were all raised in wizarding households. It’s nice to know that graffiti isn’t just a muggle thing.

I honestly believe that Voldermort would have been defeated with Neville as the Chosen One. It would have gone very differently, but the wizarding world would have been saved nontheless.

He didn’t even hesitate in using an Unforgivable, because it was McGonagall. 

HIlarious. Snape, you’re hilariously dramatic.

In the movies, it was just the Order, NOT THE ENTIRE SCHOOL. And Pansy was a dumbass bitch, yes, but she was terryfied. I reckon all the Slytherins were terryfied.

No it wasn’t. Damn it.

Harry, ever the third wheel. Amazing.

Fred’s last words this is so not fine

I think this explains their “post-war relationship” pretty beautifully

First of all, Sev. Second of all, she started pushing him away because he started hanging with Death Eaters.

MY GOD HOW MUCH DOES THIS HURT? LIKE A WHOLE LOT FUCKITYFUCK

The fact that Harry defeated Voldermort with Draco’s wand. That feels important to me. 

Luna is a gift.

That, Harry, is the biggest understatement ever.

19 years later, and Harry is still checking Draco out.

I CAN’T GIVE A PROFESSOR LOVE

I have a feeling Ron is a great, fun dad.

YOU HAVE MADE IT THIS FAR, YOU’RE AMAZING          SO HERE, HAVE A COUPLE OF BONUSES                   FROM THE CURSED CHILD

THEY JUST MET and they’re already flustered good god

Honestly, that’s a great way to distract someone from difficult emotional issues.

If that isn’t the gayest thing I ever read... (well there was Ronan Lynch with the lamp, but anyway)

Dumbledore owning Harry’s dumbass even after his death.

WHAT EVEN IS THIS NONSENSE oh wait it’s a fucking Flashpoint

It’s really not, tho.

. . . It’s like they took everything the fans have ever wanted, and put it in this play. 

YOU READ THIS FAR OH MY LORD YOU’RE AWESOME        HERE HAVE A MINIBONUS FROM              FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM,                      BY NEWT SCAMANDER (HARRY’S EDITION)

Never tickle a sleeping dragon.

This explains a lot, actually.

Schoolwork, in a nutshell

We musn’t forget that throughout this, they were children.

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I Can’t Explain It

Fanfic writer: MaximumKillshot

Warnings: Angst with a wee bit o’ fluff

Characters: Sam, Dean,Reader, Cas, Ghost!Bobby

A/N: Hey everyone its me again! I did this one for Bailey’s Disney Quote Challenge by @jayankles My quote is “Well there’s the usual things: flowers… chocolates….promises you don’t intend to keep…”- Cogsworth, Beauty and The Beast , It will be bolded for you guys!(if you want in on the tags, message me or send me an ask, always looking for new people to add to the Army!!!)

How long had it been? You had no clue. You just know that you were passed out in Baby on the borderline of Ohio and now you were in your bed at the bunker and tucked in with a note next to you. To say you were confused was the least of it. The note read:

Hey Princess,

You were too peaceful to wake up and we got in late, so I carried you to your bed. Sammy and I had to go out really quickly, you know where everything is, just don’t eat all of the bacon like you did last time.

Dean

Where did they go off to? You thought to yourself. Your brain was still foggy and you had a blaring headache from the Vampire that threw you against the wall of a barn outside of New Jersey’s state limits. To help combat that you made a beeline to the kitchen for coffee. As always, Dean made the coffee before you got up, thank God. You hadn’t been in the bunker for almost a month because a hunter from the East Coast called you in need of some major assistance. You never would’ve thought that you’d have this when you were introduced into this life. Someone to carry you to your bed in the middle of the night because you were too tired, someone who would make coffee in the morning, someone who cared…. You had been on your own for a while before this. Everyone that is in this life has a horror story as to how they were introduced to the things that go bump in the night. You were no different.

One day you were out on your regular jog and then the next thing that you knew you were in a weird ass wearhouse tied up to a metal beam. You were 18, just out of the foster care system, and you knew no one would care if you were missing. When you got a clear look at the thing that towered over you, it had fangs. That was when you realized that vampires were a real thing and that you were indeed screwed. That was until Bobby came in and decapitated all of them and set you free. You couldn’t go back to regular life after that, mostly because you had no life, you were an orphan with no home, and somehow expected to find a job and be an adult with no guidance. You ended up staying with Bobby for the longest, he sent you to other hunters to train you after he became paralyzed but none of them could ever connect with you like Bobby did. You continued under his tutelage, honing your skills and loving the life.

When you were ready to go out on your own Bobby encouraged it. You didn’t want to leave him, you had this nagging feeling that something was going to happen to him. You decided to call him every day at some point to check in on him. Every time he’d say “quit being such an id’jit and hunt like I taught ya’ I’m fine darlin’ ”  and then you’d hang up. This had been your life for four years.

“Hey Bobby I know you hate this but you’ve gotta give me some reason to believe your hard headed ass is still alive” you chuckled on the phone. Bobby’s voice wasn’t on the other end.

“Y/N..” That voice… That hard, raspy yet smooth feeling voice that can only be described as Dean Winchester picked up Bobby’s phone. You’d thought nothing of it. The Winchesters usually stay with Bobby, it wasn’t uncommon for Dean to answer the phone and then hearing Bobby yell “Give me my damn phone… nosy ass”… in the background.

You didn’t hear Bobby and it all clicked “No…. Dean NO” you uttered grabbing your stomach, feeling like you were going to throw up. You completely forgot the fact that you were in the middle of a parking lot at a mall in Minneapolis. You had to get  yet another flannel shirt because yet another werewolf decided to not give up and attack you, thus,bleeding all over your favorite one.

“Y/N I’m so sor..” That’s all Dean could get out before you yelled.

“No Dean, no, don’t you dare give me condolences for someone that isn’t dead! No! Not Bobby” You yelled feeling the tears threaten your eyes as you opened the door to your car and sat down, slamming the door behind you so forcefully that the window rattled.

“Y/N…Where are you?” asked Dean.

“Minneapolis…. You know what.. I’m going Bobby’s, you guys there now?” you said with conviction, you were going to prove them wrong, somehow.

“Yeah, we just got here with his..” said Dean before you interrupted.

“Shut it Dean, He’s not dead ok I just visited him a few days ago…. I’ll see you in about 5 hours.” you said looking at your watch, there was no way that Bobby was dead. The whole way to the house you had the same gut feeling that you had had when you left Bobby’s four years ago.

As soon as you pulled up you saw that familiar black Impala, in pristine condition, as always, everything looked normal. You knew Bobby was fine. After you turned off your car you saw Dean coming out to meet you on the porch, which he rarely did. Bobby always sent Dean out to calm you down whenever someone died or something remotely possibly traumatizing happened. He was the only one that could get through your thick skull.

Dean walked off of the porch and stood at the base of its stairs, blocking the stairway.

“Y/N we’ve gotta talk before anything else” said Dean.

“Dean it’s fine I’m just going to show you that Bobby’s fine, we can catch up, and then keep on going ok?” You said trying to shove by him but he stood firm.

“Y/N” said Dean as you looked behind him to see what he was blocking with his body, it was Bobby’s wheelchair on the porch with blood on it. You froze when you saw it…

Dean looked behind him to see the wheelchair and looked at you.

“Dean where the hell is Bobby? Dean… Where is he?!” You started to scream at him, trying to get by him. Dean did not let you through restraining you in a hold and saying: “I can’t let you in there y/n,I can’t do that sweetheart”

You heard his voice crack as you struggled in his hold and you started to cry, “Dean just let me in…. Let me see Bobby please… Dean Bobby needs me please!” Your sobbs now turning into a painful weeping that even got to Dean as he held you.  Dean held you and kissed your head.

“We tried everything sweetheart… he’s gone.. We tried” said Dean… as soon as you heard that you stopped fighting and you turned in his hold and grabbed him in a hug as you both collapsed to the ground, crying because of the pain.

When you finally got in to see him, Sammy was already wrapping him up for the pyre. You held Dean’s hand as you walked towards Bobby, lying on the researching table in the library. The table where he explained all of the unexplainable, the table where you’d stand up and dance just to make him laugh during tough cases. All of the memories rushed through your head as you looked at him, motionless and wrapped up to the neck in linens.

“Bobby…. C’mon Bobby, you’re all I’ve got….please” you said as you released Dean’s hand and lightly grabbed the sides of Bobby’s face, looking for any sign of life. When you felt his skin, it was frozen to the touch…. Bobby was dead… You kissed him on his forehead and went to where you thought was the most comfortable place. In Dean’s arms. As soon as you turned he was right behind you, almost ready for you to collapse into a crying mess on his chest.  You immediately felt his body encapsulate you, protect you from whatever demons he could as you openly cried into his protective embrace. You felt his hands come around you and rub your back, a tiny sign that said that he was there and he felt your pain.

Three days later, at the pyre was the worst though. Every hunter in the continental US came, everyone knew Bobby. They also knew that your connection to him was close. What they didn’t know that Sammy and Dean did know was that Bobby considered you the daughter that he never had. You considered him the father that you didn’t deserve, but got anyway. Everyone came up to you as a grieving friend, while Sammy and Dean treated you like a mourning daughter. When the pyre was lit you lost it, Dean had just caught you by the wrists as you darted toward the flames of the pyre. You had such force behind your stride that when Dean grabbed your wrist, you fell into him. This gave him enough time to grab your other wrist before you got your footing and kept on trying to get to Bobby

“Dean let go of me!! Bobby!!!!” you felt the pain in your wrists that meant that bruises would be there the next morning and you couldn’t care less. You had actually begun to tug Dean with you toward the pyre, not even caring that every other hunter is seeing you in this weak state.

“Sam help me out here!” Yelled Dean and Sam grabbed your wrists, taking Dean’s place. Dean then went in front of you, blocking your view of the pyre.

“Y/N, look at me sweetheart” Said Dean as he grabbed your face. The tears immediately wetting his palms as he directed your gaze from his chest to his face. As soon as your eyes connected with his eyes he continued.

“Good job, just look at me…. There you go hon… Breathe… There ya go, breathe”

“But Bobby, Dean, Bobby needs me” you uttered

“Bobby’s okay, but I need you right now okay? Look at me… There you go, there you go, Breathe for me sweetheart” said Dean slowly soothing you.

Slowly you stopped fighting Sam’s hold on your wrists and Dean nodded to his younger brother, silently giving the order to let you go. As soon as he let go your arms clung to Dean as your knees gave out and you started sobbing. Dean held you up saying how good you were doing for him. To not let go of him. When you realized how weak you looked you muttered your concerns into Dean’s chest and his response was just as simple as Bobby’s would’ve been “Fuck them and what they think…. You’re in pain, you let it out sweetheart”.

The whole entire time that pyre went on, your face stood buried in Dean’s chest, it was where you felt most comfortable. You couldn’t explain it and neither could Dean. He wasn’t usually into hugs, and crying always made him feel uncomfortable. When it was you, it was a completely different story, for some reason ever since he met you he felt that it was his responsibility to protect you, comfort you, and make you happy. You have both even joked about it in less tense situations at Bobby’s when they’d visit and you were training.

The next few weeks the boys stood with you at Bobby’s as you dealt with the loss, sometimes you’d automatically call Bobby’s cell and then realize that he was gone. Dean would be the one that would mostly watch you overnight so that you could be woken up from a nightmare, and Sam took care of you in the mornings, when you didn’t want to get out of bed because you were so depressed.

That’s how your life was for a few weeks after Bobby’s death. After that you began to get better and within a few months you caught a case. When you went to go on your own Dean was so against you going on your own that he blocked the door and refused to move if he or Sam couldn’t go with you. You decided that they could both come if they wanted to and they did. That one job turned into 5. That 5 turned into 10… you get the picture. As you three hunted together, you became a well oiled machine. The brothers soon didn’t need to give you orders, they just had to look and you knew exactly what to do.

A few months later Dean  and Sam came up to you with a gift when all three of you were relaxing at a motel outside of Green Bay. You had never received a gift from anyone except for Bobby and you didn’t know what to say. All Dean said was “open it”. When you did it was a key. You didn’t know what the key belonged to and you said “What is this for Dean?”.

“Well it’s for your new home… if you want it” said Dean as you sat there, puzzled.

“We have a bunker in Lebanon, Sammy and I talked about it and well… we work so well together… And I remember you saying when you saw Bobby being prepared that you had no one… But you have us, we… well I especially want you close….” said Dean stumbling through his words, nervously.

“What my brother is trying to ask is… Would you like to move in with us?” said Sam looking at his brother with a half smile then back to you.

“Guys… I never really had a home…. And I don’t want to intrude” you said nervously.

“Well you didn’t have a home until now…. With us” said Sam enthusiastically.

“Only if you want it” said Dean directly after Sam.

“Yeah…. I’d love to move in with you guys” you said.

Now here you were, two years later, happier than ever… All because Bobby died, but he left you with two amazing boys.

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The creaking and crackling of the iron door is what snapped you out of the bittersweet memories and you realized you haven’t even touched the coffee pot.

“Hey Look Sammy Sleeping Beauty’s up!” Yelled Dean as he brought in groceries to re-stock the fridge. Sammy was right behind him.

When you smiled at him, he knew, it was that distant I just remembered some shit that makes me smile and cry at the same time smile. He knew it was about Bobby.

“Hey whatcha remembering?” asked Dean kissing the crown of your head.

“Nothing important” You replied, knowing that Dean knew very well it was something big.

“Ok so nothing important, yea that makes sense since you didn’t even get yourself coffee yet” said Dean through a half smile “seriously what is it?”

“I was just remembering how we got so close, the three of us. After Bobby and how much you guys helped me through it.” you said as you poured your cup, then you grabbed a second one for Dean. As Dean was sipping his coffee, thinking of a response Sam said “ Listen, we knew that Bobby loved you more than anything…. Like some other people”

Dean choked on his coffee and blamed it on the temperature and then glared at his brother, Sam continued “Bobby knew that you would not take his passing well and we knew that too… So what I’m trying to say is, Bobby, Dean, and myself all want you to know that there was not one point in time after you met Bobby that you didn’t have family or a place to stay, you always had a home with us as well as Bobby, y/n… You just didn’t realize it yet”.

“Really?” you were truly puzzled that these men were prepared to take you in at any moment’s notice simply because you knew Bobby.

“There is really only one sure-fire way that Bobby would tell us that he really loved you. Don’t ask because I can’t tell you what that is. But know that he made it abundantly clear that he loved you” said Sam looking at Dean.

“Thanks guys” you said to the boys.

A few hours later in the bunker Dean came up to you in the entertainment room and he said “Hey sweetheart, I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me”

You decided that a walk would be nice since it was the first time in months that it wasn’t scorching hot.

When you walked by Sam he had a smile on his face, which was odd considering that he was looking through crime scene photos on his laptop at one of the tables in the library.

Dean looked at Sam and said “Sammy, we’re going for a walk”

“Okay, have fun you guys” said Sam as Dean held the door open for you.

“We walking to the little shop again?” you asked. Most of the time when you went on walks with the boys you guys always went to a little odds and ends shop that was maybe 3 miles away from the bunker.

“Nah, we’re goin this way, I found a really good spot” said Dean as he started to walk towards a smaller path that was going into the woods that were behind the bunker. You followed Dean, thinking that it was only going to be a short walk.

“A good spot for what Dean?”

“You’ll see sweetheart”

After about twenty minutes of walking on this little path, a little clearing opened up. It was a beautiful green patch surrounded by trees and in the center was a picnic setting. The sun was at the perfect height and it illuminated the space perfectly.

You immediately said “Dean, what is all of this?” as you walked towards the center where the picnic setting was.

Dean helped you sit down and said “Well, I need to tell you something and I wanted it to be special”

And that thing would be?” you asked.

Dean replied with something that you never would have guessed. He said “Ok so I wanted to tell you something about Bobby”, you looked on with confusion as he sat and then he continued “Ook so you were never told what happened to Bobby. He was shot and killed by a man named Dick Roman. He was the leader of the Leviathans… I know that Bobby had told you about him but that we didn’t know where he was… He lied”

“Why? Why would he lie to me Dean?” you said with concern.

Dean replied with “You were like a daughter to him. Add that onto your hairpin trigger, he didn’t want you anywhere near this issue because he knew that you’d gladly trade your life for his. That’s why he was always short with you on the phone… That’s also why he tried to rush you out of the house, in case they came for him, he didn’t want you in the crossfire. Hell it’s even why Cas doesn’t even know about you”

“Ok so why the picnic then?” you asked him.

Dean replied, “Today, Sammy said something that brought Bobby to us… He said that Bobby loved you ‘among other people’…. Bobby told me something that contradicted something that he told me before he was shot… He gave me….I’m getting ahead of myself. Before we went to fight Roman, he told me something, Sammy was there too. He told me that he saw the way that I looked at you…. He never asked anything of me except for these 2 things. One. If he were to die, to take care of you; like Sammy said he knew that you would be torn to shreds and that I needed to be there to ‘knock some sense’ into you. The second thing that he asked me to do was the hardest thing I could do. He asked me to never tell you how I feel. To keep you at arm’s length….”

You interjected with “Dean, I don’t understand, what does this have to do with a picnic and how did Bobby contact you if he’s dead?”

“Hold on Princess I’m getting there I promise” uttered Dean as he looked at you into you eyes and continued “Bobby only comes around when we need help or if we are on the wrong path and he is allowed to interfere. Bobby turned on the radio as I was working on Baby and he started to mess with it. I grabbed a recorder and I recorded around me to see if I could pick up his voice and I did… He… well let me play it.”

Dean then got a recorder out of his pocket and pressed play.

You then heard Bobby’s voice ring out of the speaker, “Dean, I was wrong tell her… she needs you”

You then asked “What is he talking about Dean?”

“He’s talking about my feelings for you. Ever since you came into my life, I have felt pulled towards you, hell, we’ve even talked about it, remember?” said Dean as he tried to explain.

“Yes, I feel that pull too why?” you asked.

“It’s more than a pull. I can feel it when I’m with you… I feel like I need to protect you, like I need to be with you all of the time. That’s why I haven’t left your side and why I am so overprotective of you… From the minute I saw you… I loved you…I can’t explain it. That’s why I’d always drop by Bobby’s, I needed to be closer to you. Anytime I was away I felt like….like” Dean was struggling with his words as you blurted “like a part of you is missing”.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. You felt the same thing and even expressed it to Bobby, but he never let you go to train with Dean because of the fact that people around the Winchesters tend to die, especially the green ones… Like Kevin.  

“Yes exactly, but Bobby told me that it was best for me not to tell you because I can’t form attachments like Sammy and the whole people dropping like flies around us situation. I had this notion that a relationship went a certain way.” said Dean

“And what did that notion entail exactly?” you asked.

“Well there’s the usual things: flowers… chocolates….promises you don’t intend to keep…” said Dean, chuckling at the last one. “But I was wrong, a relationship is wanting to hold you at night, and kiss you in the morning. I want to serve you breakfast in bed and run the bath for you. It’s wanting to share every waking moment with you… I want to never let you go….. But what I feel is all of these things times a hundred.”

“I know I feel the same way… I can even feel you when you’re near me” you said to Dean while feeling like that magnet that was pulling you two together was only getting stronger.

“So can we? Should we? Date?” said Dean as he rubbed the back of his neck. It was cute when he got nervous, you could see his apprehension at the thought of a relationship and you immediately calmed him, telling him that what he just said was the best idea he’s ever had and that you would love to date him. After you finsihed the picnic and packed up you both began to head to the bunker.

When you made it there, Dean opened the door for you and then called out out Sam “ Hey Sam”. Then Sam looked up from his laptop, now stationed at the kitchen island where Cas was, he must’ve came in while you were out with Dean. You felt nervous because he didn’t know you. “Hey guys, how was the walk? Did you finally do it?”

Dean then said “Do what?” with a smile and his brother retorted with “Oh please you two are so attracted to each other that it’s sickening… tell me you asked her out already”

“Yeah I did and she said yes, also Cas this is..” said Dean as Cas interjected.

“y/f/n y/l/n, I can’t believe that you found her…” said Cas and Dean walked up to him and said “How do you know her?”

“I know everything about your soul Dean, and she is your soulmate” Said Cas in a matter of fact tone.

“What?” said Dean, trying to piece everything together.

“Yes, when your souls were created, there was a piece that was taken from each of you and swapped. So that hopefully you two could be together. You’ve probably felt a need to protect her, take care of her, do things for her that you would otherwise never do….. It’s because you two are made for eachother” said Cas in a matter of fact tone.  

“Well that explains a lot” mumbled Sam as he typed away on his computer… “Will you two be okay if I go on a salt and burn a few towns over?” said Sam.

“Oh I think that we can find a few things to do” said Dean as he grabbed you by the waist.

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