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bunnyluvx · 3 months ago

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spring is my favorite season.

featuring: niran pruksamanee (lifeweaver) x m/non-binary!reader.

summary: you learn new things about yourself after a late-night study session with your best friend.

warnings: n/a.

a/n: HEYYYY GUYS!! i didn't realize that july was the last time i posted eyfubino i am so sorry. i struggled with finding an idea for a new fanfic but i finally got one!!!! im honestly really happy with how this turned out, i have been wanting to get into overwatch for a really long time and i finally have it on my switch so i have been going CRAZY. everything may not be completely accurate with this so please forgive me if i missed something with the story. as far as i know, ow lore is really screwy so everyone has kind of made their own story and this is a brief look into my interpretation of things before niran joined overwatch. hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!!

date started: 8:01PM, september 7th, 2024.

date finished: 8:27PM, september 11th, 2024.

wc: 3k

ao3

Quiet swarms throughout the hallways of the building. Vishkar's dorms are surprisingly relatively peaceful. Though they don't come without their commotion, it brings enough solace to its residents so that they can go about their business uninterrupted. You disturb the silence when you exit your room, the door clicking closed at your side and your key sliding into the lock to secure it. Once finished, you walk three doors down and knock. You carry an armful of books and papers, resting the stack on your hip while you wait for the door to open. You barely have to practice your patience, for the door swiftly clears your path and your vision is greeted with a new sight.

On the other side is a tall young man with tan skin, long white hair tied up into a bun on the back of his head. Wearing a loose, white button-up shirt, black pants and a smile stands Niran Pruksamanee, your best friend. You met in one of the school's labs when you were working on your respective projects, and he was curious about yours, so he asked you about it. You discussed your works, exchanged contact information and the rest is history. The friendship that you have developed with Niran is one that you have needed all of your life. Throughout your years, you have wondered if anybody was going to care for you as much as you did for them, to match your energy in all things. You have not wondered that since you found Niran. He is your person, through thick and thin, and you could not want anyone else.

"You're here! It's about time." The man greets you, stepping aside while keeping the door ajar. "I thought that I was going to have to start without you."

You roll your eyes playfully, a crooked grin on your face as you walk in. "Yeah, yeah, relax, drama queen. Your gracious monarch has arrived."

The door closes behind you as you kick off your shoes, replacing them with a pair of blue slippers that Niran bought just for you. When you turn around, Niran's hands rest over his heart, his eyes turned up away from you. "Oh, my dearest, I have missed you so! I could have withered away from the ache alone! Wherever have you been?"

You decide to play into the charade, a little smirk playing on your lips as you take one of Niran's hands and pull him closer to you. "So sorry to keep you waiting, darling, I was asleep in the royal chambers. Could you ever forgive my tardiness?"

Eyes slightly widen and the smile falters from his lips in surprise for only a moment before his face relaxes and the smile returns. "Perhaps. But only if you prepare our feast tonight."

You break your character with a chuckle and release his hand, letting yours drop to the side. "Fine. Let's go."

With that, you both walk to Niran's room. You bump the door open with your hip, Niran heading to the door opposite to his room to grab a chair for you to sit on. You move to the desk and carefully set your stack of belongings onto the desk that sits directly across from the entrance, turning around to meet your best friend's eyes to ask, "Where's Satya?"

When you turn around, the white-haired man has already entered the room with your seat, rolling it behind you and taking a seat in the chair that already stood in front of the desk. "She is in the labs. She won't be back for awhile."

You glance at the seat that Niran pulled up for you, eyes looking back to him. "You're sure it's okay if I use her chair?"

Niran waves off your concern, leaning back. "Of course it is! Satya won't mind as long as we put it back when we're done with it."

You nod before turning to look at Niran's desk. It's littered with papers, stationary items messily placed into organizers and two lights resting near the corners of his desk on the edge. Your dearest friend has never been very put-together when it comes to his study spaces. You can tell when he has been working on something for days at a time without sleep when his room looks like a tornado went through it. Luckily for him, you are always there to remind him to take breaks to take care of himself.

While he does that, you clean and organize his desk, slipping papers into folders and setting them aside. You always make sure to label them too, so that when he returns to his work, Niran will know where everything is. You also cook for him, run him baths, do his laundry, anything that needs to be taken care of is a task that you are willing to take on. He always tells you how grateful he is when you're done too, and despite you telling him not to, he manages to somehow return the favor.

"Let's clear all of this up first, then we can get started." You instruct, moving to slide some of the papers towards you to pick up.

Niran salutes to your command and responds with, "Yes Sir!"

This makes you laugh, and together, you remove all of the unneeded materials from the desk to make room for both of your things. Working together makes it go much faster, and you're both able to start working before you know it. In between the focused silences, you converse and laugh over the latest gossip that you've overheard from other students. How it is that being around Niran makes your ability to focus so much better and so much worse at the same time is beyond you, but spending time with him like this is something that you always welcome.

Almost two and a half hours pass before you check the time, reading seven-thirty PM. You figure that you both could use a break, plus you need to fix dinner up. You practically have to drag Niran away from his task, but once you did and got him onto the couch, he didn't put up a fuss. You decided to make Tom Yum soup, something for the both of you to enjoy and that will leave you content for a few hours. The scent catches NIran's attention, moving his head up from his phone to you in the kitchen. "Is that Tom Yum?" He asks curiously, a smile gracing his lips.

"Yup. Figured it will motivate us." You confirm, stirring the large pot that brews before you.

A few brief moments of silence follow with your reply, which you find odd, until you feel strong arm come around your waist from behind. Your study buddy's chin rests on your shoulder and his eyes close, his voice rumbling a hum from low in his throat. "You know me so well."

Displays like this aren't exactly uncommon in your relationship. Holding hands while walking, draping arms around shoulders or waists, sitting in each other's lap, cuddling and napping, name it, you've probably done it together. Most of the time, you don't think about it too much, as you do not have shame when it comes to the way that you love your friends and how you express it. But there are times with Niran, that it feels different. Keeping you close to his side around strangers, or holding you tightly when you lay on top of him are examples that come to mind. Not to mention the fact that both of you refer to each other as soulmates, and gush for hours about each other to your friends. You would never tell Niran this, of course, but he seems to have no problem letting you know how much he adores you.

You know that your best friend is pansexual, but never once have you thought that he could have any feelings for you. If he had romantic feelings for you, then he would have told you by now. Your communication with each other is very open and straightforward, so if he had something to tell you, then he would. You yourself have only ever liked women, as far as you are concerned, so there is definitely nothing going on between the two of you. But if that's the truth, then why does your heart feel like it's about to leave your body??

You are frozen where you stand, your cheeks becoming brightly colored as the familiar sensation of the man's arms encases you in a protective warmth. Your eyes are blown wide, and your lips press together tightly. You've noticed recently that whenever he hugs you, your heart thrums a little faster in your chest. You brushed it aside, thinking that it was just excitement from the dearest person in your life showing you affection, but this is an entirely new level. You feel like you're in middle school, holding hands with your girlfriend in the halls for the first time. Everything in your body is screaming things that you can't understand, and your brain feels foggy. You have never reacted so extremely to his hugs before, so why is it now that you feel like you are about to combust where you stand??

Niran takes notice of the tension in your body quickly, lifting his chin from your shoulder to look at your face and ask, "Are you alright?"

You blink free from your daze, and glance at the man behind you. "I-I'm fine!"

A small frown tugs on his lips as he sees that you are very clearly not fine. "Are you uncomfortable? I can stop if you do not want me to do this."

Your cheeks only become brighter as you turn to him, his arms momentarily sliding off of your waist when you scramble to answer, "N-No! Nononononnononnnonnono, I am not uncomfortable at all! It's fine, Niran, really."

The man tilts his head, frown still curled in a pout on his face. "You're sure?"

You nod to him, a wobbly smile twitching on your lips. "Y-Yes! Yes, everything is fine, I promise."

Deciding to trust your words, NIran nods. "Alright, but you are more than free to tell me to get off if you want me to, okay?" He reminds you, wanting to ensure your comfort with him.

You nod again. "I know. I will, I promise." You reassure him, only then does he become content with your answer and step forward to return your back against his chest and his arms around your waist. His chin props itself onto your shoulder, and you quietly return to the pot in front of you.

The silence lasted long enough for the blush on your cheeks to dissipate, tension mostly leaving your muscles. The butterflies in your stomach persistently flutter around, but you try to play it cool. Niran does not make this easy for you, a smirk curling onto his lips as he lifts his chin from its resting spot a little as his eyes meet yours from the side. "Don't tell me that you're falling for me."

A cruel soul your friend is, for the butterflies in your stomach spread throughout the rest of your body. Your shoulders rise from the tension, and your body whips around to face his. "Niran!!" You exclaim, the heat rising in your face drastically.

Your reaction makes him laugh, arms hovering over his stomach before one moves so that his hand rests on his hip. The other rises to his chin, metal fingers gently stroking it as he looks away to pretend to be pondering. "Hmm, well..it was only a matter of time, I suppose. Everybody falls for me eventually. I'm not surprised."

You laugh at his confidence and gently push him backwards before turning back to your shared dinner. An open-mouthed smile stretches its way onto his lips as he watches you, an amused huff passing through his nose before he folds his hands behind his back and steps forward. "So? Are you?" He questions further, a mischievous grin on his face that says that he's trying to pull more reactions out of you.

Instead of answering his question, you turn off the stove and grab two bowls from the cabinets next to you. You pour out two servings and hold one out to him. "Here, eat." You redirect him, the tan man letting out an elongated sigh before taking the bowl you offer to him and stomping to the couch.

You chat throughout the meal, and you swear that a conversation with Niran is never a conversation without laughter. He always knows the punchlines to make and just how to make them so that you'll remember it for weeks afterwards. Not a day goes by where he does not make you giggle at least once, and every time he is able to draw one from you, he feels accomplished. If making you laugh is the only thing that he will ever do right in this world, then he's okay with that.

After finishing dinner, you both return to studying. You worked relentlessly for hours, only taking one break to grab a snack and water without counting bathroom breaks. What happened while you were preparing dinner remained in the back of your mind the entire time that you worked. If you could have stayed in his arms like that forever, you would have without hesitation. His embrace brings a comfort that you long for every moment that you are not in it, and you believe that nothing can compare to it. It is warm, loving and everything you could ever want. None of this means that you're falling in love with him, though, right? His teasing rings around in your brain ruthlessly, a question that you're sure wasn't meant to be taken seriously, but now, it has seeped well past your physical body and latched onto your conscious.

Your head spins non-stop the closer all of these thoughts were to the front of your mind, so you decided to work even harder to try to ignore it. When Niran noticed that you were starting to get sleepy and almost nodding off to sleep, he told you to sleep in his bed. You insisted that you were fine, that you didn't need to sleep, and as much as he wanted to pick you up and throw you onto the bed to make you sleep, he resisted and decided to let you meet the consequences of your actions when you would wake up tomorrow with a sore neck and back. You eventually did pass out over the desk, head tucked in your arms snuggly.

Niran didn't notice that you had passed out until almost an hour after, his eyes drifting up from the book in his hands to check on you. Seeing you all tuckered out over his desk brings a smile to his face. You have always pushed yourself far past your limits, much like him. Maybe that's why the two of you are so good for each other, and why he likes you so much. You are one in the same, and you always take care of one another. When he needs someone to ramble to, you are his person, and when you are feeling down, he is the one that picks you up. More than anything, he loves you, and knowing that you are in it for the long haul brings him more joy than he could ever express to you.

He has been in love with you for a very long time. The teasing, the "jokes", the attention and affection that he gives you are very real, and he has been waiting for you to realize his feelings for a very long time. He hasn't told you yet for that reason, not to mention how funny he finds your obliviousness. The man sets his book onto the desk and stands from his seat, grabbing a big, fluffy blanket from his bed and returning to his seat. He slides right next to you and wraps the blanket around both of your shoulders comfortably. His arms rest crossed on the desk and adjusts the blanket on his shoulders a little before tucking his head against them closely, brown eyes taking the time to admire your sleeping face. Nothing could wipe away the lovesick smile on Niran's face as he is blessed with this moment, where he gets to cherish the peace that is designated for just the two of you. Curse the heaviness that weighs into his eyes as they slow to a close, for he wanted to look at you just a little bit longer before falling asleep.

You do not expect what you see when you awaken the next morning. Your eyes peel open to a familiar face, fast asleep directly in front of yours. It takes you a few seconds to realize how close Niran is to you, your spatial awareness clouded by sleepiness. But oh, once you recognize that there is no space between your faces, your cheeks are set ablaze. You are wide awake now, eyes blown completely open and body still as stone. Your instincts tell you to back up, but you are far too flustered to bring yourself to move. There's also part of you that doesn't really want to move. You have been in close proximity to Niran when you have cuddled before, but now, you can take the time to gaze at him uninterrupted. His sleeping face is relaxed and his hair falls into a pool of angel wing white behind his head. Compared to the smug persona that he dresses himself with on a daily basis, he looks serene in this moment. Oh, how you wish that you had the ability to stop time, because if you could, you would pause everything just so that you could look at him more.

…Fuck.

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shelfthe-reader · 5 months ago

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Greetings mutual of mine, tis I, completing my duties as a mutual to randomly send you questions :D

I dare you… to rant about a character who deserved better GO

(lets pretend this hasn’t been sitting for two weeks)

So my instinct was to start yapping about my #emotionalsupportwhiteboy Jason Grace but I doubt I can say anything new about him. Or be able to be coherent since all of his lore just flew through the window. Then I thought Will Solace or Nico di Angelo but they are too obvious (since they were literally Rick’s punching bags). But instead I give you Darrel Curtis from The Outsiders and LET ME TELL YOU WHY (SPOILERS FOR THE OUTSIDERS IF ANY OF THE MUTUALS ARE WANTING TO READ THIS INCREDIBLE PHENOMENAL BOOK)

A/N: To make this as fair as possible, I’m ONLY focusing on characterization from the book. Reason being I’ve never seen the movie so I’m not able to average out the three major lores (book, movie, musical.) It’s only fair if I do either the original or all. Not partial lore.

I’m not quite sure if this counts as “deserved better” but it’s still tragic

I first read this book tthan our protagonist Ponyboy Curtis.

At that age, I HATED Darry. I didn’t sympathize with him, I thought he was a terrible person, etc. All of my energy went into crying for Johnny, and deciding that Pony and I were the same person. I didn’t give a shit about Darry’s actions. I thought he deserved what came to him.

But then, in my senior year of highschool (this year, 2024 for those in the future if this post gets resurrected), I picked up the book again, read it three times in four months, annotated it, and watched the musical. As I’m writing this, I’m rereading my annotations from last month.

Now enough with this exposition, let’s get into my rant about Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr.

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Darry's gone through a lot in his twenty years, grown up too fast. Sodapop'll never grow up at all. I don't know which way's the best. I'll find out one of these days. (The Outsiders, pg 10)

Darry was one step away from being set for life- he was a Greaser who could get out. He was smart, he had non-Greaser friends; he had a football scholarship and was set for college.

He was either 19 or freshly 20 when BOTH of his parents get killed in an accident leaving two kids under 18. Naturally, being the soul he was, he immediately gave up his dream to keep his hooligan family together. They all knew that if he went to college it would be over for the family. There’s only so much you can do in Poor-ass, bum-fuck Nowhere, Oklahoma. And Darry does it all.

On top of working stupid hours in stupid conditions hauling stupid amounts of roofing, he has to parent a teenager who knows too much for his own good. This book is written in first person, and while Ponyboy defends his every decision, you can tell he doesn’t have the street smarts his brothers grew up with. And you can tell that stresses Darry out even more, even with the amount of times Pony insults/shit talks his brother.

Does Darry deal with this well? Hell no. I’d be surprised if he did. So much stupid in one week can drive a person crazy (believe me, I know.) Now, I don’t condone smacking children for ANY reason, but I think here, Darry was in that brother/father limbo and crossed into brother territory. Like have y’all NOT smacked your siblings? But went royally wrong here is that because he acts so much like a “father-overlord” to Ponyboy so often, Pony couldn’t even compute the fact that Darry could ACTUALLY act like a brother sometimes. In the park with Johnny, he even compares it to Johnny being hit by his father. Apparently being a brother doesn’t describe Darry anymore

The REALLY heartbreaking part is the reunion after ✨The Fire✨. When his “Alpha male, if I don’t feel anything it would be better for all of us” facade shatters and he just KNOWS that he inadvertently causes everything after page 58. That’s another burden that no man should EVER carry.

It took a murder, a fire, a rumble, a death, a suicide, a three-day fever dream, and Soda running away for Ponyboy to finally understand what Darry does to keep him safe and I think that’s the most tragic thing of all.

Am I just talking in circles? Probably. I’m never coherent when talking about my traumatized characters.

As a treat for staying the entire length of this essay/incoherent rant, here are the bones of an Outsiders playlist I’m making.

#shelfyspeaks #shelfthereader #the outsiders #darry curtis #darrel curtis #i just relate to this dude on a personal level #se hinton #this thing ended up being over 700 words #shelf’s ask box

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tragicclownwrites · 1 year ago

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Writing Update ✍️

Well, what a busy summer it's already been! Know I've been active here and there, but tbh, life has been crazy - both in good and in bad ways.

I still find solace in writing no matter what, so just wanted to post a tiny update about what I'm presently working on and what I want to work on eventually 🤗📖

Very subject to change but I'm excited!

Current project:

Squarepants family fic

I'm currently working on a fic (mentioned here) that involves the Squarepants family. 🧽👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 What started out as a plot bunny has evolved into something much bigger, which (unfortunately) means it's been taking me a bit more time than expected.

Additionally, with all the lore and headcanons I'm including, this fic is becoming slightly longer than I originally thought. It was going to be ~6 chapters but I'm thinking it might go up to 7-8.

Hoping to share some teasers by the end of this month, but we shall see.

SquidBob is the main pairing. 🧽🐙

Future projects:

Fortune teller/soulmate fic

Yes! This is still happening, I swear it!

I've already shared quite a bit about this fic, but deets are here and here. There will be more teasers when I have more figured out + written/edited.

No ETA yet.

Main pairing is SquidBob, with a relatively big Plabs/Karendy side plot. There will also be Fancykins if you squint.

TLM AU fic

I've definitely said somewhere that I don't usually write/read full-blown AUs (i.e., not canon divergence), but I'm about to do something I never thought I'd do and try my hand at writing an AU fic. 🙌

As with many AUs in SBSP, it will involve humanization. However, it will also involve non-anthro critters that maintain cartoonish attributes (ex. Finding Nemo, Lion King [animated], etc).

Setting is probably ~1800's in a seaside kindgom/village. It won't be super accurate but I'm here to entertain, not educate - unless the opportunity presents itself in a fun way. 🤯

It isn't going to be the timeliest either lol, but it was somewhat inspired by this. 👀🧜‍♀️

I haven't even started drafting this, so no ETA yet.

To the surprise of no one, SquidBob is the main pairing. 😊

Werewolf lesbians fic

I haven't posted much original content for Sims, but I'm a total Simmer and I'd love to do more Sims storytelling at some point. Fun fact: my username was actually inspired by the Tragic Clown from the games. 🤡

The Sims 4 Werewolves did a great job on the lore so I've had this idea to write a story (maybe with screenshots?) based on that with my own made-up lore sprinkled in. 🐺There would obviously be a romance aspect because I'm a sucker for it and there's this "Fated Mates" feature that I just have to include. 💏

Main pairing is Rory Oaklow & Lux DeMarco.

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astromechs · 1 year ago

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rebelcaptain, modern au!

so glad i finally get to ramble about some of the Lore i've thought up here but haven't gotten much of a chance to write on yet:

brief character rundowns for this universe! cassian is a war vet who now works as a chef in a high pressure environment and is slowly imploding about it, also he's dealing with chronic pain from a war injury and severe ptsd. jyn came into a career in mma fighting as solace from a turbulent childhood, but recently had a career-ending injury and is struggling both in dealing with that and trying to figure out what the fuck she wants to do with her life from here.

they meet because they're lowkey set up by... melshi, who in this au 1) was in cassian's unit when they were both in the military and they've been friends ever since (also they fucked once upon a time) and 2) got into the mma world after leaving the military and somewhere along the way became jyn's personal trainer. anyway, they're both separately driving him crazy with their respective shit, so he's like... shoves. go hit it off.

and spoilers, oh they do. they hit it off. they hit it off a little TOO well. it isn't cassian and jyn without them being instantly insane about each other, after all; they move in together after, like, a month. bodhi's like i think it's sweet; melshi's like i created this, this is my fault, hello darkness my old friend, but also he's happy for them, he is. anyway, they've got their adjustments and their struggles especially because they're both people who are used to being by themselves but they're making it work

also very shortly after they move in together it is very important to note that jyn adopts this absolute feral gremlin of a cat that she thinks is a perfect angel baby who can do no wrong because he adores the fuck out of her but he's an absolute fucking hellion. his name is oscar. cassian's like what the fuck, has a conniption every time this cat jumps on HIS kitchen counters that are HIS workstation that he keeps clean and ordered in a very precise way!! yeah, cassian, he keeps fucking jumping on your counters because you keep giving him little scraps of food and encouraging this behavior and giving him little scritches behind his ears because you love that little feral gremlin too! (anyway, jyn is the cat's person initially, but then through all of this, cassian also becomes his person. and that's it for the cat. the cat will accept literally no other person. and that's how this cat becomes their feral gremlin baby child.)

which of COURSE becomes a problem when they leave to go spend the holidays with cassian's family and who's the lucky person who gets stuck catsitting oscar? melshi! who calls jyn on facetime while they're in the middle of dinner and she excuses herself to the kitchen to go take the call, and it's melshi with his face covered in scratches screaming at jyn about her hellion cat and jyn screaming back because hOW FUCKING DARE YOU INSULT HIM hE'S PERFECT IN EVERY WAY YOU'RE JUST NOT TRYING HARD ENOUGH. and that ENTIRE facetime screaming match is definitely heard at least two rooms over, and when she hangs up, that's when that occurs to jyn. and... yeah, she's made a pretty fucking terrible first impression, hasn't she? she comes back to the dinner and basically just silently stabs her food violently with her fork the rest of the time. but later that night, she overhears a conversation, without meaning to, between cassian and maarva, the latter of whom is like, "i like her." which is... ok, that's really fucking unexpected, but you know what? she'll take it.

send me a potential au and i'll tell you five facts that happen in the story!

#asks #anonymous #rebelcaptain #i don't even know ghfdjks i have so much for this stupid universe #this is all so stupid. it's so stupid.#unhinged rebelcaptain aus

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shouldvediedawhileago · 6 months ago

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"I'm always around to help, whether I want to do or not is optional, but I'll do it anyway." -Cyrus Marin

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OOC: Welcome to my oc blog! you can ask Cyrus things, etc! here's all you need to know:

Rules. Oc relationships.

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things of note;

❉ Mod uses they/them

❉ Mod AND Cyrus can sound mean, so sorry if I do, ill be trying to be using tone tags.

❉ NO nsfw, mod is ace :)

❉ respect mine, and other headcannons.

❉ don't like it? scroll/block!

❉ Cyrus' lore is a bit crazy and I will add his google doc when im done with it :)

❉ Cyrus' new text will always be like;

this!

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Short Cyrus info! Cyrus is 221, an immortal assistant of Barbatos/Venti, he works in the knights as the head medic, for a short point in his arc, he didn't want to tell anybody about his immortally, feeling it was uncomfortable. He was granted his immortally in a fight for Mondtsadt. He assists Venti hide his identity most times, trying to cover for him, but he is also dedicated to his job and Mondstadt.

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TAGS:

a medics chatter ❄️- talking from the POV of before Cyrus told everybody he's connected to Venti.

a re-playing bards tune🪽- talking from POV after told everybody.

Letters from the curious✉️- answering Anons, because Anons to him are letters.

The winds whispers🍃- talking with other Genshin blogs.

Medical file🩻- Cyrus info

Drunks. 🍷 - anything with Hyacinth or Venti

Blonde boy!!! 🖌️- art of Cyrus!!

solace has words - mod speaking, estella shares this tag.

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added jun 3 2024;

also a gen CW is needed, Cyrus is a unwell oc, like his thing, he should've DIED years ago, sometimes he even yearns for his end, this is just a character thing, however, I am healthly in that way, please do not worry for me. He has harmed himself before, and has a terrible past that contains but is not limited to his mother going insane. when following this blog, be wary!!! I will, of course not be super-crazy deep, as I don't wanna go there, but it WILL be there!

#genshin impact #genshin impact oc #oc rp #oc #genshin original character #genshin oc #mondstadt genshin #mondstadt #a medics chatter ❄️#a re-playing bards tune🪽#Letters from the curious✉️#The winds whispers🍃#Medical file🩻#Drunks. 🍷#Blonde boy!!! 🖌️

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maeve-writes · 3 years ago

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Can’t Help Falling in Love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Rating: General

Warnings: Mostly fluff, slight angst.

Summary: Request: Could I request a Dean one-shot, where he finally wants to propose to R, but is starting to doubt himself and Sam has to reassure him and encourage him to finally do that step. Set in somewhere between season 12 and 13. R is Dean's best friend.

a/n: Inspired by Pentatonix’s arrangement of Can’t Help Falling in Love.

Previously posted on @plaided-ani

When he first met you, you were sitting on a park bench reading a book about Sumerian history and cross referencing with a small text on cuneiform, your nose wrinkled in thought and the tip of your tongue set between your teeth. You were the local expert on mythological lore according to the university and often took your lunches in the park when the weather was right and if Dean was lucky, he’d find you there. And he was.

That was several years ago and you had gotten to know the Winchesters very well. You knew what they did and the evils that they faced, luckily you weren’t caught up in the crossfire. Much. They called you often when Sam was too busy to look up something himself or Dean was too tired and annoyed to listen to Sam drone on about this or that. You always got straight to the point, told them what they needed to know and that was that.

You had your own pocket in Kansas, safe and sound from the big and the bad and the boys would stop in from time to time. They often brought you dinner when you were researching for your job and not for a case which meant you would forget about eating and drinking and sleeping to get your work done. Dean more often than not made you put down the pen or the tablet and ‘just hang out like normal people’. “You’re not normal people,” you always told him.

“I am when I’m with you,” he always replied back.

He’d often texted you when he got downtime. He hated emojis and gifs, but you’d send them to him anyway and he’d find one to send back, always with a short, grumpy text to go with it. You’d Facetime him when you stayed late nights at the office when he was sitting up in his bed at the bunker, relaxed and at peace, if only for the moment. You wouldn’t talk much, but he was happy to watch you work in silence.

They invited you to the bunker when things weren’t crazy and you always accepted. Their books were fascinating and they would let you load up boxes of texts that you’d call ‘light reading’ and that always got a chuckle out of Dean. But they’d make you stay for dinner and movie and eventually you got your own room set up for nights when you were too drunk to drive or it was too late to bother.

He wasn’t sure when it happened, but Dean could feel the change in himself when he was with you. Your smile made his heart flutter, your laughter made his belly coil up like a spring, and the mere thought of you had his skin flushed all over. “That’s love,” Sam told him over grocery store meatloaf. “You’re in love.”

And he was, head over heels and weak in the knees. But in Dean’s life, he couldn’t afford to be in love. He couldn’t have the slow burn of a happy-go-lucky relationship, no courtship or honeymoon phase. He shouldn’t want you like he does. No, he shouldn’t need you like he does, but he can’t help him. In his fucked up world of demons and bloodshed and death, you were the one shining beacon in his life that lit his way home.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me,” he decided one day over bacon and coffee. Sam was still sleep drunk and hummed in agreement. Later, his younger brother would question his sanity, tell him that you two weren’t even dating, why jump straight to marriage? But Dean wasn’t listening, he was Googling the closet jewelry shop.

He bought the best ring credit card fraud could buy and started to go over all the reasons why you would say yes. They’ve known you for at least six years and not once had you dated a single person to Dean’s knowledge. Your touches always lingered with him, your smiles always softer, more private. You had to have a thing for him, right?

But there were more reasons to say no. Being part of the Winchester clan meant that your life would be on the line and with the storm that was brewing, he wasn’t sure he could keep you safe along with Sam and their new charge Jack. And, like Sam said, you weren’t even dating, never kissed, never even held hands, why would you jump straight to the ball and chain?

“I’m not gonna do it,” Dean decided once he got back to the bunker with the ring in its box tucked in his pants and his hands full of food and beer. “You’re right, it’s a stupid idea.”

Sam sighed heavily and helped his brother divvy up the evening meal. “No, what I said was stupid. It’s obvious you two are crazy about each other, I choke on the sexual tension whenever I’m in the room with you.” Dean scowled at that, but Sam ignored it. “Y/N is a good egg. She’s stuck with us this long, maybe she’ll stick around longer with a ring on her finger.”

“Don’t call my future wife an egg,” Dean huffed.

“She’s a metaphorical egg,” Sam reassured. “The best kind, brown and organic from free range chickens.”

Dean held up a hand, “Stop. Just stop.”

But he called you three days later and asked if you were free for dinner. You were knee deep in research, but when weren’t you? If he allowed you access to the library when you finished eating, you’d agree and he had no objections with the idea.

You showed up in your best flowy thin cotton tee and yoga pants, hair up in a messy bun to find Dean waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a nervous smile on his face but in his best dress shirt and slacks and you figured he played a fed earlier. When you asked him what’s wrong, he said nothing and ushered you through the bunker to the kitchen. You casually mention Sam and Jack, but he told you they were off to see a movie and you shrugged sat across from him, noting the flowers and the candle and actual dinner plates. “Is this a date?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, opening a bottle of wine, or at least trying to.

“You should’ve told me,” you frowned, looking down at your casual attire, “I look like a bum.”

“I think you look beautiful,” he said with a fond smile, working the screw in the cork with some difficulty. When your cheeks flushed and your shoulders drooped, he set the wine aside and reached out for your hand. You took his in yours and he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Beer okay?”

“Sounds great,” you answered, flustered beyond belief.

Dinner carried on like it normally did, the two of you talking about work and the latest show you binge watched. Nothing changed between you other than your feet entwining underneath the table, your hands reaching out for one another. At some point he joined you on your side and your limbs were all tangled, your lips finding solace in his and his tie became a little looser.

“Marry me,” he whispered against your lips when you parted for the hundredth time that night.

“Okay,” you replied, kiss drunk and in love. “When?”

He fished out a box and popped it open, “Sometime before I die?”

“We can leave now and be in Vegas by the morning,” you laughed, taking the ring out to slide on your finger. It was a size too big, but that could always be fixed.

“I’ll pack, you book the hotel?”

You smiled and pulled out your phone. You were going to give Dean a happy-ever-after one of these days and this is where it would start.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x y/n

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themerriweathermage · 3 years ago

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Cardinal Silk Pt. 6

The rescue has left Zipporah weakened and in the care of Ms. Mead, who now knows the truth about why this Outpost has outlasted the others. And yet, she bides her time in telling Michael. Michael discovers more than just angelic lore in the library-- a coded book that will take far more time to decipher.

Warnings: None

Zipporah clutched the cardinal silk to her chest. The meal was simple-- bread, broth, and a warm tea. “I can get you more.” Ms. Mead offered, seeing how famished she was.

“No. Venable will suspect if rations go missing, and she will report to Cordelia.” Zipporah murmured, taking solace in the tea.

“Can you tell me about the place I found you? The rotunda?”

“How much did you see?”

“All of it.”

“How much does Mr. Langdon know about?”

“Just the rotunda.”

“Why didn’t you tell him the truth?” Zipporah asked. “You are loyal to him, aren’t you? I know about your story. I know the coven burned you at the stake. I also know that Mr. Langdon found some way to sort of bring you back, but you’re not fully here. Just a pawn, like me.”

“Figured you might want to tell him the truth yourself. Does the coven know?”

“Yes. It’s why we’ve stayed alive as long as we have.”

“These systems, did you design them yourself?”

“There are books that I based them off of, but I built them all by hand.”

“If the Cooperative knew, your systems would have been based in every single Outpost out there. Why has the coven squirreled you away?” Ms. Mead asked. Zipporah clutched tighter to the silken scarf-- she gathered comfort from it, Ms. Mead realized-- and shook her head, glancing to her wrists.

“Too many people would ask questions about it. The only person who’s ever asked in this Outpost, they threw outside to wither in the toxic fog.” Zipporah murmured. “Mr. Langdon really pushes their buttons.”

“You know his name is Michael.”

“He’s not that boy anymore.” Zipporah replied. “I’ll call him Michael when he asks me to, and no sooner.”

“You knew him... when he was...”

“A student of Hawthorne. I’ve been in this Outpost for so long, I hardly remember what the outside world looks like, but I doubt it’s anything as beautiful as it once was.” Zipporah sighed. “At least I have some amount of that beauty left, as false as it is.” She looked away for a moment. “Do you think he’ll mind if I borrow that?” She gestured to the notebook on the table.

“He’s particular.” Ms. Mead answered. Zipporah stood from the bed, limping to the table and tearing out a sheet, writing something in the middle before making a series of complex folds. When she was done, a neat little origami bird sat on the table and Ms. Mead watched as Zipporah’s eyes flashed gold for a moment, enchanting it to flap its wings.

“Find him.” She whispered. It slipped beneath the crack of the door and vanished.

“Why does the coven torment one of their own? Why would the coven torment a witch?”

“Witch? No. I’m not a witch. I’ve about got the powers of one right now, with these damn bonds on.” Zipporah murmured.

The sound of paper rustling finally drew Michael away from his notes. He swore he wasn’t going crazy as a neat little paper crane and a harried Cordelia trying to catch it tumbled into the library.

“Hold still, you blasted little!” Cordelia swore, fingertips grazing the light little bird, but never diverting its flight path. It perched on his shoulder, slipping inside the coat pocket on his breast and Cordelia snarled at the action. “Of course you’re involved. Wait until I get my hands on her...”

“You nearly killed her.” Michael stood, hands slamming down on the table.

“Don’t be absurd.” Cordelia hissed. “No one of this world possesses the means to kill her. She may wither. She may get sick. But she won’t die. A hundred years could pass without food or drink but she wouldn’t die.”

“I’ve found nothing in these books that are indicative of what you speak of. Why would an angel come to Earth? Those days are long past.” Cordelia’s smile was soft for once, almost remorseful.

“The coven took her in ages ago. I do mean, literal ages. Of course, it wasn’t uncommon back then for babes to be abandoned in the woods. But this was no babe; she was a young girl, probably no more than five or six, beaten and bloodied and wailing. Gods, she wouldn’t stop crying; she attracted all the predators in the woods but they laid down at her side instead of devouring her. We thought she was gifted. We didn't know then what she was.” Cordelia murmured.

“I wished the bonds weren’t necessary. Many times. Many, many times, Mr. Langdon. But in truth, even all the witches in their prime couldn’t contain her and she was a threat. Even the Supreme couldn’t contain her and she was a threat. I have an idea, if you want the information you seek so badly. Why don’t you ask your father?” Michael blanched a little bit. “He’s a fallen angel after all.”

It wasn’t a far-fetched idea, and he knew it, but he wasn’t going to give Cordelia the satisfaction of knowing that. He sank back into his seat, muttering something off-handed about doing more research.

“You won’t find your answers in a book.” Cordelia finally replied, turning on her heel and leaving. There may have been some truth to that but Michael wasn’t going to tell her that. Regardless he continued to make his notes, reshelving the books he had already taken out when a small leather book drew his fingers to it. He pulled it off the shelf, unwrapping the leather binding, to reveal a number coded message. Pages upon pages of numbers, lined up neatly. What in the hells? It would take him hours to go through this. Something for another day, he supposed, gathering up his notes and heading to his room. Zipporah was gone, the cardinal silk along with her.

“I tried to stop her.” Ms. Mead murmured.

“No, it’s quite alright. I have another project for you. I found this in the library; I think it’s coded to something in there. Would you mind taking a look?” Michael asked, handing her the leather book.

“I’m at your command.” Ms. Mead replied, leaving him to his rest. He slung his jacket over the chair, remembering last minute to check his breast pocket. The paper bird lay there still, the enchantment worn away, and he unfolded it to be met with a message in the middle: Thank You. It shouldn’t have been as heartwarming as it was but Michael’s lips still twitched upwards in a soft smile as he refolded it carefully, pressing it against his chest as he laid down.

#Michael Langdon X OC #Michael Langdon X OFC #Cardinal Silk

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berjhawn · 5 years ago

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In My Head - Prologue

Warnings: arguing; fluff, mentions of sexy-time; nothing really triggering

Pairings: Geralt X Reader x Bucky ; Bucky X Reader x Geralt ; Geralt x Reader ; Bucky X Reader

Summary: Girl dreams about boy, girl meets boy, chaos ensues.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this short little series. I love the witcher so much that i have bought the games and even the books so i can learn all the lore. please let me know what you think. I’ll be uploading a part a day until the end should be at most 10 parts.

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You know how some people have reoccurring dreams? I, unfortunately, am one of those people. My dreams might not be the same per say; but they all consist of the same person. I saw him every time I closed my eyes. He was tall, mysterious, and so very handsome. His bright amber eyes, milky white hair, and chiseled features haunted my nights.

I didn’t know why I was always seeing him considering I’d never met him before in my life. His world was full of monsters, mages, and dragons; whereas mine was filled with the stuff of comic books. I recalled countless times when I closed my eyes to see him in some pub with glares of disgust being sent his way. They called him a monster more often then naught even after all the help he gave them by killing their real monsters. He didn’t seem to notice that I was always there, listening when he talked to his horse.

It was sad to see how lonely he truly was. Oh, how I wished I could heal that look in his eyes. At first, when he appeared in my dreams, I thought it was just my mind running wild; creating some far-off place for me to escape to. After a while I just figured that I liked the dream so much it was the only one I wanted. He was the only one I wanted; but like a dream, it was never to come true. He didn’t even know I existed. Even if he did, he’d never want me.

It was no different tonight when drifted off and unfortunately saw him in a brothel. Those nights were never fun for me. My heart always hurt at the sight and thought. Which was stupid considering he wasn’t even real. As soon as it started getting hot and heavy, I left the room. Thankfully I wasn’t tied to him enough that I was forced to watch it all go down. I walked from the room down the stairs where some dark-haired man known as, Jaskier, was singing as he played his lute.

I smirk he played ‘Toss A Coin To Your Witcher’ a somewhat ballad of my mysterious man’s conquests. As the room joins in, I glance back up the stairs for a moment before I force myself outside where his horse, Roach, was tied to a post outside. Smiling I offer the roan mare a gentle pat and a soft hello. I didn’t know if she knew I was there or not but I found solace in her quiet manner.

“Ah, Roach, you’re the only one I can talk to. Even if you can’t hear me.” I saw as I sit down on the bar’s veranda. “I must be stupid as hell, to still be in love with a man who can’t see nor hear me. Especially when I have one that loves me in my own world.” I pause as I place my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands.

“God… I feel like every time I come here; I’m cheating on him. Even though nothing ever happens, nor would it. I wish so hard that I could just dream about something, or more importantly someone else. Maybe even my own boyfriend.” Blowing a raspberry, I pull my hands away from my face and looking into Roach’s dark eyes continue, “Even he thinks I’m crazy, though he would never tell me.”

Taking a deep breath, I look up into the starry night sky and let out a heavy sigh. When would I wake from this nightmare? I honestly couldn’t wait a moment longer as I try to send mental images to myself to wake up. “Come on (Name), wake up.” I say furrowing my brow.

“Come now Geralt, why must we leave now?” Jaskier’s voice calls pulling my attention. “We were both having a good time, you more so than I.”

“You don’t have to come along.” Geralt replies walking over to Roach to untie her reins from the post.

“Honestly Geralt, when was the last time you slept?” Jaskier asks causing Geralt to let out an annoyed sigh. “Oh, I know what this is about.” Jaskier continues placing a hand on his hip. “This is about that girl, isn’t it?” Geralt pauses his eyes narrowing slightly as his hand grips tightly to the leather straps on his saddle.

“Oh, this should be good.” I say as I stand up and walking closer to Geralt, gently pat Roach’s neck as I wait for his reply.

“The one you see in your dreams.” Jaskier continues causing me to cock an eyebrow in surprise. “The one you can’t stop thinking about. What was her name again?”

“That’s enough.” Geralt replies his amber eyes moving from his saddle to meet the bards in warning.

“Who do you see in your dreams?” I ask knowing I won’t get an answer; but hoping maybe I might get lucky.

Before I have a chance to get a reply, I feel myself being pulled from my dreams and open my eyes to see Bucky gently moving my hair out of my face. I silently cursed him for waking me up before I could find out more. He offers me a soft smile and all is forgiven.

“Good morning beautiful.” Bucky says gently placing a kiss on my lips.

“Morning.” I reply into his lips as I roll over onto my side to wrap my arms around his chest.

“(Name),” Bucky moans reluctantly pulling away as he continues, “As much as I want to continue this, we have work. Steve texted; he has a new mission for us.”

“Boo,” I reply pulling my hand from around his neck to gently run my fingers across his morning stubble. “I’ll go on one condition.”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“As soon as it’s over, me and you spend a whole week away from everything, doing nothing but fucking. All day long, every day.” He snickers at your proposal.

“Only you could make that sentence sound so appealing.”

Will Continue

#berjhawn #berjhawn writes #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader x geralt #the witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader x bucky #geralt x reader #james buchanan barnes #witcher fanfiction #henry cavill #fanfiction #marvel x witcher #enhanced reader #x reader insert

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jq37 · 5 years ago

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The Report Card – Fantasy High Sophomore Year Ep 11

The One With All the Lore (in which the Bad Kids do a Lot of Reading and we are Forcibly Reminded the Plot is Happening)

We are back in the Land of the Lomenelda where the Bad Kids and Co. are waking up (well, those who went to sleep anyway). Fig and Ayda wake from their sleepover that Fig decides to keep going into the day, confusing Ayda immensely in the process.

Kristen decides to look at the research she found in Calethriel Tower and on a 22 religion check, she gets a lot of info which I will do my best to summarize here:

The information is older than what she read in the pirate book. It’s probably from 850-900 years ago--around the time of the last great Sylvan War.

The text is by high elven clerics of the Moon Goddess Galakaya (Tracker’s goddess).

There used to another goddess worshiped in Sylvere--a goddess of night, mystery, and magic and the younger sister of Galakaya. This goddess was worshiped by all of the races in the forest (and it sounds like this is who all the oblique references in the earlier research was pointing to). Doubt and the unknown were parts of worship to her which Kristen is very into. Religious differences between the races about how to worship the mystery goddess was part of what sparked the war.

Some high elven clerics came in to help broker a truce which ended up leading to the invention of the “Sylverian Heresy”. Basically, the Moon clerics advised the Mystery clerics to “unmake” the name of their goddess because, “Hey, she’s a mystery goddess, right? So isn’t knowing anything about her a contradiction of her whole thing?” They think that sounds legit and proceed to do that but it seems that it wasn’t actually altruistic advice as much as a ploy by the high elven clerics to weaken the mystery goddess.

Fabian has been dancing all night and he is feeling exhausted but super good. This becomes even more of a family affair when none other than Hilariel Seacaster shows up! She joins the dance! Cathilda joins the dance! Fig plays her bass! Riz is skanking? It’s one of those classic D&D moments where the plot utterly grinds to a halt while everyone takes turns describing the ridiculous nonsense they’re doing and it’s fantastic. Once that calms down a bit, Fabian goes on a walk with his mom and Cathilda where Hilariel tells him that the grapes 1000% do not work, which honestly checks out.

Shifting to the Abernant sisters, Aelwen (this is the canon spelling and I’m gonna try to use it for these recaps but we’ll see how that goes) has just regained her pre-torture memories. To be specific, she seems to have backed them up between being broken out of jail in Solace and the torture starting. They have a little bit of a standoff, not sure whether one of them is going to attack the other. Once it becomes clear that blasting each other isn’t on the top of their respective to-do lists, they settle into a semi civilized conversation. Adaine wants Aelwen to read her thoughts so she’ll have the memories of what happened to her and the past day (at least from Adaine’s P.O.V.) and not go back to working with their parents. Aelwen seems resistant to the prospect and asks Adaine to just tell her what happened. While they’re talking, Adaine rolls an Insight check of 10 which doesn’t net her any information (we’ll come back to this).

Aelwen tells Adaine that their parents are not on the same side but refuses to elaborate, much to Adaine’s annoyance and frustration. They kind of dissolve into almost normal sibling bickering except that it’s about stuff like, “Oh come on, I only tried to kill you one time. Don’t be dramatic.” When questioned, Aelwen says that she only joined up with Goldenhoard for fun and she didn’t really think he’d win against her and her friends. The argument ends with Adaine casting Tasha’s Hideous Laughter which knocks Aelwen out in one shot because she’s still three or four levels of exhaustion deep.

Fig goes to Telemein to ask if he knows Planeshift (which she needs to get Gorthalax out of the ruby he’s trapped in). He does not and she doesn’t trust him to figure it out in a timely manner (or to even know what a timely manner is).

Kristen goes into the Van where Aelwen is to check on her (she’s fine, just trancing). Then, she helps out while Adaine tries to rifle through Aelwen’s brain for information on their Mom. Aelwen saves from the first Detect Thoughts but she’s sleeping so Adaine just tries again. Second time’s the charm. Her sleeping brain is a little hard to read but what Adaine sees is that when she failed her Insight check with a 10, what was happening was THE SHADOWCAT WAS STANDING BEHIND HER AND TALKING TO AELWEN. And I (roughly) quote, “Don’t keep looking at me. Look at your sister. Your mom is working for me. She has the crown and she’s taking it to Sylvere. Get away from Adaine so we can talk.” On an 18 Insight check, she can tell that Aelwen and Kalina have spoken before and seem familiar with each other.

Now that Adaine has seen Kalina through Aelwen’s memories, she decides to Scry on her. Oh, and she has a Nat 1 portent roll to give her. Eat your dice Brennan! The Scry goes really weird though. Instead of just showing one person, it cycles through a bunch of people, ending with Ragh, Tracker, Sandra-Lynn, that elf Ragh slept with, and Kristen. Then, it flashes to a creepy-ass forest where she sees a wood elf covered in festering wounds and claw marks. Vines are dripping with blood. The elf stands, grabs an old spear, and scratches into the ground, “Hello Adaine. Glad you could join me.” Then, it moves back to Kristen. Um, como se dice, CONCERNING.

Adaine gets a 27 to Detect Magic on Kristen and pings nothing that shouldn’t be there. Gorgug (who is also there btw) gets the pic and asks Ragh’s hookup if he can see the tabaxi and he can. The group gets together and they realize that everyone who can all of a sudden see the Shadowcat either had sex or exhanged blood with someone who initially could (ie: Garthy got it from Sandra-Lynn, as did Tracker when she blood healed her and Kristen got it afte she hooked up with Tracker in Leviathan). Shout out to everyone who called that. And I guess the Thistlespring STD talk at the top of the season was less of a wild detour than it seemed (I wonder if it would have transferred if said people specified that they used protection).

Fabian and Fig are very down to drink some blood so they can also see the picture but they are warned off with the idea that it very likely means Kalina can see through their eyes or something similar. After they all exchange their info, Riz theorizes that Kalina is not just a servant of the Nightmare King and rather the Mystery Goddess herself, powered down. Adaine starts a private message (w/ magic, not on their crystals) with the non-infected people.

Kristen recently learned the spell Hallow which can basically turn the Van into a permanent Moon Haven. She tells Tracker and on a 15 Persuasion check, Tracker seems to have warmed back up to her a bit and is down to help. Telemein offers his library which has zero useful books but lots of meditation guides and essential oils which Adaine and Kristen respectively grab.

Having learned her lesson, Kristen tells Tracker EVERYTHING she learned from the religious texts (and Tracker notices what she’s doing). She feels weird about something that bad having been done in the name of her goddess and also she’s sorry she gave Kristen a magic STD. She does the head bump thing that dogs and wolves do and says that just cause she was mad at her, it didn’t mean she didn’t love her. She goes to talk to Sandra-Lynn and it seems like they’ve patched things up.

The Bad Kids split up again to get some stuff done before they leave (which they want to do since they are dangerously close to the elves who are probably looking for them). Adaine and Gorgug (who was also given Aelwen’s spellbook to hold) work on fixing the Hangman. Riz wants to do some research/investigating. Kristen and Tracker work on the Hallow spell. Fig guards Aelwen. Fabian hangs out with his mom.

After spilling his guts about the past week to his mom, Fabian is given an uncharacteristically lucid and touching speech from Hilariel which basically boils down to: you’re your own person and being able to get through hardship is better than never facing hardship. She also drops the information that post-yesterday’s shenanigans (grabbing the sun and all that), Aguefort has lost a LOT of funding. They won’t be able to pay their hirelings. Also, she kinda sorta wants Cathilda back because she’s out of yogurt and cannot cook. Cathilda has a little sidebar heart-to-heart with Fabian where she gives him a choice on whether she stays or goes and he decides she should go home with Hilariel. Says Cathilda, “There’s only one Seacaster left to take care of and she’s out there in a kimono.”

Oh yeah. Hilariel showed up to the woods in a black kimono. As you do.

Cathilda asks Fabian which sword he’s going to fight with now since he has two and he chooses the elven one he got last episode over the Sword of the Seacasters.

Riz, with a crazy 28 Investigation check gets a bunch of information from the stolen research which I will summarize below:

Ragh, who is also there, reminds Riz that he saw Adaine’s mom talking to Jace post-prom and then saw the Shadowcat after on his way home.

Adaine’s mom was looking for a way to pin down the Shadowcat and also how to rename the goddess of mystery. She pulled 200-300 year old records on the execution of a wood elf named Landryn Leer in the elven secret service (called the Third Court).

Landryn was a cleric, ostensibly of Galakaya, but she was actually a cleric of the goddess of mystery and was killed for espionage. When she was supposed to be healing, she was also infecting people with some kind of virus--probably whatever magic STD that lets you see Kalina in the picture.

Mom Abernant was also researching Abyssal demonic texts while she was working for Falinel (which I think is connected to the next bullet but my notes are a little hectic here).

After the first fall of Kalvaxus, a group of infernal warlocks came to help the good guys by making a boundary around the forest of the Nightmare King so no one could get in or out. The devils helped because devils hate demons and demons were on the other side.

This isn’t new information but we’re reminded that the Crown of the Nightmare King can be used to anchor a being to the material plane.

Pok, Riz’s dad, also checked out the same information (about the fall of Kalvaxus and stuff) for himself and Kalina earlier.

(Riz wonders whether the Nightmare King and the Mystery goddess are opposed rather than allies).

Anyway, the only way to pass through the barrier the devils put up is by a high ranking devil allowing passage. Mom Abernant had notes about binding a devil into a gem (Ragh recognizes that bit because of his mom’s condition) and doing a ritual to put the devil in a freshly dead body. Riz realizes that this is what was happening with him and Fig and Gorthalax in the Hotel Cavalier.

This is actually from research that Kristen does but I’ll put it here because it’s related. Apparently, only a certain kind of dead body would give the Shadowcat the gem.

Meanwhile, Fig is watching Aelwen. She hexes Aelwen (giving her disadvantage of Strength checks), disguises herself as her (Aelwen’s) mom, and smokes cloves. Ragh’s hookup shows up, recognizes Fig because she’s still carrying her bass, and asks for the hot goss on her and Ayda. He says the elves told Ayda that she’s a rockstar and therefore probably promiscuous which made Ayda teleport away. That pisses Fig right off and she gets Gorgug to take over watching Aelwen while she goes after Ayda (with a parting, “CHOKE ON GRAPES BITCH,” to Fathethriel or whatever his name is).

Aelwen wakes up but Gorgug realizes after about a minute that he’s not talking to the real Aelwen, it’s a water elemental like the one she made in her S1 battle episode. A decoy. At about the same time, Fig goes to where she was told Ayda left through a door but the door isn’t there. Then, she’s made to roll a Wisdom saving throw. Dirty 20 passes and whatever spell was happening doesn’t land. She rolls initiative but, even with a 5 turned to a 17 (she took the Lucky feat) she can’t beat a 19. Another Wisdom saving throw and this one she fails with a 10. She’s frozen with a Hold Person spell. Someone invisible grabs Gorthalax’s gem from her pocket.

She breaks out of the Hold Persons spell and casts Bestow Curse on the person--clearly Aelwen--to give her wicked gas (which is a hilarious on its face but smart after a second of thought Axford Gambit--Invisible Aelwen w/ gas = trackable by scent). Aelwen (who has the gem and her spellbook because she was in the Van, invisible and snagged it from Gorgug) drops invisibility, tells Fig, “Sorry but goodbye for now,” rips a huge fart, then teleports out. Adaine isn’t mad at Fig and Gorgug. She says she should have been watching Aelwen. The group tracks down Fathethriel who tells them Aelwen bribed him with the promise of 10 gold (the promise, not the actual gold) to mess with Fig. Fabian and Riz backhand him. Fabian calls him mean which is somehow the worst thing he could have said. Fig is ready to straight up kill this dude with Booming Blade but ends up just doing non-lethal damage and knocking him unconscious. But even Telemein hates that dude so it’s probably fine.

The group discusses the hireling situation now that school is no longer paying their stipend. Sandra-Lynn and Tracker are both willing to keep on with them without being paid but the Bad Kids insist that they’ll still pay them from their own money. Riz thinks Aelwen might be the new sacrifice and Adaine is kinda like, “Sure. Of course. Why wouldn’t this be happening.”

Cathilda has a nice goodbye with everyone. Adaine gets cookies. Fig isn’t suspicious of her anymore. Fabian puts his eyepatch back on and calls her the best surrogate mother a boy could ask for (while standing like two feet away from his actual mom who, though hurt, is like, “Valid.”)

Once they’re back in Leviathan, Sandra-Lynn gives a speech that’s half pep-talk, half apology. Then she asks Ayda to use her Sending spell and Kristen can tell even without an Insight check that she’s gonna talk to Jawbone.

After terrifying Fabian with the idea that they might track down Chungledown-Bim, they decide to talk to Garthy instead--they being Fabian, Fig and Ragh. We’ll get back to them in a second. First, Adaine goes to the Library to read over her research. Nat 20 arcana check so here comes another info-dump:

The info she found was written by mystics and shamans of wood elves, centaurs, treents, and sprites (the forest races).

Before the name of the goddess was destroyed, there were clerics driven out as heretics because they were having dreams sent by the mystery goddess which were ignored by the clerics in Sylvere. She was trying to tell everyone not to do the whole un-naming thing because it would destroy her.

There were 4 miracles called the 4 transubstantiations followed by 1 bigger transubstantiation that happened before the unmaking of the goddess’s name.

The mystery goddess was not just a goddess of magic but specifically, a witch goddess.

Anyway, the transubstantiations were these:

Her spellbook was turned into a coin.

Her familiar was turned into a plague.

Her sanctum was turned into a curse.

Her focus (a broomstick) was turned into a tree.

Her name was turned into something unknown before it could be unmade (this was the major transubstantiation).

Riz is also doing some investigation and on a 23 check, the main piece of new info he gets is that in the original alliance of Kalvaxus and the Nightmare King, the NK gave Kal a coin for his hoard to seal their alliance. They realize that they got Kal’s hoard but they don’t know if they got the exact coins he owned or just an equivalent amount of money. Riz also sees notes from the government of Falinel saying that Mom Abernant was doing this research for them with the promise that they would release Aelwen and restore their family to some level of prestige. When the government went back on their promise, she started looking into other people that could help her, like Garthy (and the government eventually found out).

Speaking of Garthy, back to Fig, Fabian, and Ragh. They try to persuade Garthy to come with them to help but Garthy is staying put. They do have some news though. Mom Abernant actually isn’t Falinel bound. She’s on the way to a town close to Sylvere (which the group kinda already knew but now they have confirmation and more specifics). The town is called Arborly and Fig actually knows someone who has a mansion (called Hollyhill) there who, while she was on tour, said she could stay there any time. With teleportation, they should be able to get there before her. Fabian has Garthy check their coins for anything fishy (looking at the aforementioned transubstantiated coin) but nothing seems amiss.

As they leave, they suddenly hear a weird rumbling and then something leaps onto Fabian and starts giving him rubber burn. It’s the Hangman! Gorgug continued working on him in Leviathan and we learn that he took a level in Artificer and was able to fix him with a 22, some help from Adaine, and a little of the wax Fabian got last season. He’s back! And he wants to shit in Chungledown-Bim’s mouth!

The next day, Kristen finishes casting Hallow with Tracker. She taps into some of the mystery goddess energy which seems like a questionable thing to do so very on brand for her. Ayda wants to come with them but she has to look after the library. However, she plans to shrink down the entire library, book by book, so she can carry it around and continue adventuring with the Bad Kids. Until then, she teleports them all to Arborly and the gates of Hollyhill.

Detention

Fathetriel for Being an Ass

Even Telemien thinks he sucks. Choke on grapes bitch.

Honor Roll

Gorgug for Fixing the Hangman

I’m going to be less than entirely predictable here any instead of giving Adaine this spot for the objectively clutch move of scrying on the Shadowcat by forcing a Nat 1 on her save, I’m going to give it to Gorgug for taking a level of Artificer and fixing the Hangman. It’s just such a sweet move. All this insanity going on around them and he took the time to figure out how to fix his friend’s bike/dog. He didn’t have to do that but he did, and in such an understated way. Plus, it totally makes sense for him being the son of two tinkers. I wonder if he can build that cell tower for Zelda now. This also seems like a good move story-wise because I feel like having these extra skills ups Gorgug’s potential for shenanigans/helpfulness out of combat a lot.

Random Thoughts

What did I say? What did I say at the end of last recap? I KNEW we’d gone too long without a Shadowcat sighting. I KNEW we were about to get wrecked!

Made a couple of oblique references to this in the recap but I’ll say it outright now. The gang is all level 9 now!

There was a LOT of lore in this episode so, if I got anything wrong and you notice, please tell me and I’ll fix it when I get the chance.

Sad to see Ayda go but happy that the Hangman’s back! I hope The Bad Kids take a page from Jester’s book and Sending her all the time.

Good on Fabian/Lou for letting Cathilda go in a move that was right for the story but objectively worse for the inevitable coming battle.

“I couldn’t have one nice day with my sister.”/”No.” (“He’s all the bad guys,” Siobhan says in a resigned tone.)

Speaking of the Abernants, I think Arianwyn is how you spell Adaine’s mom’s name which I am going to try and get used to before she shows up again and I have to type it 47 times. Also, very funny that Ally/Kristen learned the name Adaine and was like, “She is the only valid Abernant. I refuse to learn any more names.” Anyway, this campaign needs less elves and more goblins. Riz. Pok. Sklonda. Things I can spell.

I question whether the Mystery goddess is actually going to be an antagonist. Both because it seems like she got majorly screwed over by a bunch of uptight high-elves who have been nothing but trouble so far (sans Adaine and Hilariel to a degree) so I’m inclined to be on the side they’re not on and also because this was clearly a plot point written with Kristen in mind. So I guess the question is, is this going to be a temptation for Kristen or a safe harbor?

Did the curse on the NK’s crown get properly dispelled by Adaine’s mom? Wondering because of the whole sanctum being turned into a curse thing. Though, I guess breaking the curse could be what turned it back into the sanctum.

Lol at all the people in the comments questioning whether Brennan ripped his lore from My Little Pony when all the Moon goddess, sister goddesses stuff was being explained.

Did Brennan say how Hilariel knew where Cathilda was? She doesn’t have magic, she’s some kind of Fighter. Does she have Cathilda Magic Lojacked?

“Yes, The Ball! Feel it! Yes, Ball, skank!”

Hilariel, like Jareth the Goblin King, can contact juggle, which checks out.

I’m very curious about what Brennan has planned for Aelwen because I think Adaine offering to willingly fail a save so she could read her mind was a very clutch, “I had a week to think about this and you better believe I thought about it,” move from Siobhan and I don’t know why Aelwen would be hesitant to take that opportunity (besides maybe thinking it was a trap?) except for the meta reason that a quick reality check would joss some important story beats. I could be wrong but that’s just the vibe I got. Also if any of y’all are inclined to write the alt version of this scene where Aelwen *does* do that, def tag me so I can read it.

The vibe that was going on when Adaine and Aelwen was talking was fascinating. I kinda loved it? Like, they were still fighting and Aelwen was still being a bitch and Adaine was still super annoyed but it felt almost blunted? Like they were shooting at each other but with Nerf guns instead of AK-47s for a change. My read on Aelwen is that she enjoys having a relationship with Adaine, even if it’s antagonistic. I think that Aelwen would much rather fighting with Adaine every day than for Adaine to not care about her at all. It’s like the horseshoe thing, you know? Love and hate are much closer to each other than they are to indifference. Better to have her care about you in the wrong direction than not at all. Anyway, this is so the vibe that I was expecting from them when they linked back up post-rescue. Wish we had gotten a little more before she escaped but I’m really liking this plot thread.

Also, curious about how truthful Aelwen was being when she said she only joined up with Kalvaxus for fun and was counting on Adaine and Co. to stop them. And, while we’re wondering about things, I’m curious about what Aelwen’s previous relationship with Kalina was. Like, besides creating a diversion to steal the crown, how do the events of this season hook up with the events of last season in a way that explains the relationship? Or is it not related? What is the timeline of events here?

And was Kalina actually there talking to her do you think or was it more of a projection type deal?

Sidenote: I think Brennan is taking liberties with what Detect Thoughts can do (in this and especially last episode) but I think it’s a very good creative choice and it makes things a lot more interesting.

Also, gotta say, the way the plot ended up turning out re: Aelwen’s Escape was just *chef’s kiss*. Like, you had Fig bring up the ruby, unprompted earlier in the episode--reestablishing it as a thing that exists. Then they gave the spellbook to Gorgug. Then, Fig was the one who took up guard duty and she happened to switch up with Gorgug, giving Aelwen and, by extension, Brennan a perfect series of events to get her out of there. Wild.

This episode explains how the Shadowcat/picture thing is spreading but not where Riz and Sandra-Lynn got it from initially. Like, I assume Sklonda got it from Pok. And it’s very plausible Riz got it from one of them somehow but when would they have shared blood? That’s not a normal family thing to do. Did his dad give him a kidney or soemthing? I’m probably overthinking this.

Emily, I’m begging you. Please keep bringing up those rock and roll babies until Brennan is forced to make it plot relevant.

Speaking of, I was getting so many Night Yorb vibes from that mystery goddess “don’t speak her name” conversation and if the Night Yorb becomes plot relevant I swear I’m gonna personally make Brennan eat his dice.

“I mention everything to Tracker from now on.” You know what that is? Growth

I loved Fig saying “I don’t know enough about you to know if we wanna kill you,” to the Shadowcat by directly looking at Riz and him being like, “UMMMMMMMM.”

Gilear, wildly, was not mentioned once in this episode and you think he would have been since his girlfriend showed up.

I wonder if Fandrangool has better stats than the Sword of the Seacasters. I also wonder if I’m spelling that correctly. Doubt it.

“My vices rule.”

One thing I didn’t recap but should have were the dreams in the first episode and I feel like I should go back and watch them because they feel like they could become relevant any time now but that sounds like a lot. I’ll try and watch them before next recap though so I can connect any obvious dots.

Is there anything more pure than Murph cracking up at Emily’s shenanigans.

I have a note in my notes that says “Fig/Virgin” but it’s like that one gif. “Why am I gasping? I already knew that.”

We originally thought the Shadowcat didn’t want people to be able to see her but now it’s seeming like the opposite is the case. It looks like this is a systematic way to *force* people to be able to see her. If that’s what’s going on then that’s a brilliant reversal from Brennan.

Aelwen, when she gets her memories back, says something like, “Since I’m in a hot tub and you found what you found, I’m assuming you’re not gonna kill me this second.” And one, funny that she can’t even directly reference the one compliment she ever gave Adaine while in her right mind but also, the implication seems to be (at least partially) that she thought, “Let me say something nice about Adaine on this charm to buy me some goodwill so she doesn’t immediately kill me once she restores me,” which is so calculated and I kinda love it.

I had a conversation with drinkingdeadpeopletea while the ep was going on that basically went like: Me: They better watching Aelwen so she doesn’t escape. Her: lol she’s def gonna.

“Does your mom smoke cloves?”

The goddess’s familiar being turned into a plague and the thing going on with Kalina and being able to see her being like an STD and Goldenhoard presenting as a dragonborn but being an actual dragon and Kalina being a tabaxi and cats being the most classic familiar for witches and the goddess being specifically a witch goddess all feel possibly related to me, but that could just be my brain playing the association game and connecting things that don’t necessarily connect.

The fact that other characters (read: Fathethirel) read Fig and Ayda’s relationship as possibly romantic (in an attempt to mess with her of course, but still) and Fig reacted so strongly (well strongly and in that specific way because I have no doubt she’d also beat a dude within an inch of their life for messing with, say Gorgug or Adaine) is something I’m going to star for later. [Edit: Brennan clarified on the Discord recently that Ayda (or at least this version of her. Phoenix reincarnation and all) is 17 so y’all are all good to go shipping-wise). As is Tracker, by the by, but I think we were all pretty sure Brennan was keeping that above board.]

Siobhan’s face when Fig says that she’s “straight edge except for hallucinogens.”

“I’m gonna buy you an orange.”

This episode, Adaine, with advantage, rolled a nat 20 (the other roll being 1). Brennan got one natural 1 (though it wasn’t rolled, it was a portent roll) and Gorgug also rolled one Nat 1 but it’s important that I note it was for giving the Hangman an ass to shit in Chungledown-Bim’s mouth.

#fantasy high #fantasy high live #dimension 20 #fantasy high spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers

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dontshootmespence · 5 years ago

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Inner Peace

Summary: There is never a dull moment in the life of the Winchesters, but when you and Sam have two seconds to breathe, can you sneak in a little alone time?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,274

Warnings: Impala sex, riding, all the touching, slight fluff and angst with smut blanketing the whole lovely thing, some funnies, fairly generic sexy times, Sam’s massive cock, you know, the usual!

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my “impala sex” square for @spnkinkbingo. Set in episode 13.19, Funeralia, with some details changed slightly to fit my idea.

After banishing the Mark of Cain, settling the worst case of sibling rivalry in existence between Chuck and Amara, and Sam and Dean’s mother coming back from the dead after 30 years, one would think the group deserved a break, but apparently not.

“Why don’t Cas and I go to the gallery where Elizabeth died and the two of you can go lore crazy, or whatever it is you nerds do,” Dean said exasperatedly, desperate for a break from the ongoing madness that was their lives.

“Fine,” you huffed, sick of being foisted upon the lore despite your love of books and not stop pursuit of supernatural knowledge, “But you two take Cas’ car, we get Baby.”

If Sam had suggested it, he would’ve laughed it off, but as the woman who was keeping his brother at least somewhat happy and free from drowning in his own misery, he tended to give in to you. “You’ve got me over a barrel and you know it.”

“I do,” you laughed. “We’ll meet you back at the bunker later. Keep us updated.”

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The ride back to the bunker was mainly filled with silence until some random chick appeared in the back seat forcing you and Sam off the road. Apparently, her name was Jessica, a reaper sent by Billie to keep on eye on them. Once she explained that people were dying before their times and that they could call on her for assistance if need be, she disappeared, leaving you and Sam to finally return to the bunker.

As Sam pulled Baby into the garage and cut the engine, he took a deep breath, brows furrowed in sudden anxiety. “You okay, babe?” You asked, stepping out of the car.

“I’m just...tired,” he replied, combing his fingers through his hair. “We need a break. We...we deserve a break, don’t we?”

Nodding, you walked around the car and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning into his muscled chest and just allowing yourself to be, if only for a moment. “We should get going,” you said after a moment.

When you moved, Sam pulled you back, desperate for more than just the slight reprieve. “Just another minute, please.” His voice cracked ever so slightly and it broke your heart.

One moment slid into the next as you breathed each other in and shut the rest of the world out. You all needed a vacation, but you wanted to take Sam away to a far off island and distract him from all the bullshit. Tipping your head upward, you dragged your lips against the stubble on his jawline. With all the running around, he’s barely had a chance to shower, eat and sleep, no less shave, but you don’t mind. The coarseness sends a shiver down your spine, causing you to arch into the fullness of his body in a search of some sort of inner peace. Maybe if he’ll let you, you can forget for a few moments.

“We should really get inside,” he said, voice straining as his cock pushed against the confines of his jeans.

You ran your palm down his chest and underneath his shirt, playing at the hemline of his jeans, teasing as your fingers danced around his leather belt. “Maybe we should, but maybe we deserve two seconds of a break...Sam, let me help you forget for a minute.”

Testing your boundaries, you begin to undo his belt. He fought his desire for a moment longer before giving in, cupping your face in his hands and opening your mouth with the intensity of his soft lips.

Without care for the crappy fluorescent lights of the bunker’s garage or the slight tang of your sweat-slick skin, you push Sam back against Baby’s frame and slip your hand underneath his boxers, slowly palming at his length until he’s putty in your hands. “Y/N, we...”

“Shhh, love. Just let go and let me take care of you.” You step back and pull your shirt up over your head, tossing it into the front seat before opening the back door and crawling inside.

Eyes glazed and mind dazed, Sam followed behind and pulled the doors closed before gathering you into his lap. You grind down in desperation, not realizing just how much you need this too, the friction and the material between you becoming almost unbearable.

Sam smashes his lips against yours, devouring your taste as you shimmy his jeans down and push them around his ankles. His length pulses in your hand as you tease the head, lubing him up with a mix of spit and pre-come.

A guttural moan leaves his lips as you slid down onto his length, watching him as he watches himself disappear inside of you. He palms your breasts, roughened hands scratching deliciously across your nipples, finally allowing himself the moment’s reprieve you both deserve.

Breaths become heavy when you grind down onto him, his thumb resting gently against your clit so that with each circle of your hips an electric pulse of pleasure snakes its way up your body.

Sam dips his head down and takes a nipple into his mouth, wrapping it in the silkiness of his tongue, so warm, so wet. “God, baby, I’ve missed you.”

You haven’t been apart for weeks, but you know exactly what he means. This kind of intimacy tends to slip away during times like these. “I’m here, baby. Let go. Fuck me.”

He wraps his enormous hands around your hips and holds you down, thrusting his cock into your pussy in a desperate search for solace. He closed his eyes and pulled your head into the crook of his neck, keeping up a steady pace until he was crying out and you were shaking in his arms. You kissed the sweat off his skin and tightened your walls around him, shaking as hot spurts of come coated your insides. “Sam-”

“I love you,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours as he softened inside you. A small smile emerged after what seemed likes weeks away. “Thank you for that. I think I needed that.”

“I think we both did.” You removed yourself from his lap and slide to his side, curling in underneath his arm. “Let’s just stay here for a few more minutes. Then we can go lore crazy.”

In the silence, you both nearly fell asleep until you heard someone exclaim from outside the car. “What the fuck?!”

“Dean?” You called out, rolling down the window with a sheepish smile. “Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

“What the hell is going on?”

“Do I need to give you the birds and the bees talk Dean? I know it can be a little complicated.”

Cas looked over the car and turned to Dean. “It appears they’ve pulled a Titanic.”

Snickering, you closed the window and put on enough clothes that you wouldn’t be flashing your basically brother-in-law and your friendly neighborhood seraph.

Sam let loose a laugh much needed when he heard Dean and Cas bickering outside the car. “Metatron downloading every single pop culture reference into your brain is literally the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!”

As you slid out of the car, you tapped his shoulder. “No, I think the worst thing is the knowledge that Sam’s bare ass has been on your back seat.”

Dean did what felt like a quintuple take between the back seat and the two of you running away. You’d both get it from him for a little while but Cas couldn’t help but join you in laughter. It was hard to come by these days.

#spnkinkbingo #spnkinkbingo2019 #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester smut #dean winchester #castiel #metatron #rowena #dontshootmespence #inner peace

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lost-kinn · 6 years ago

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some thoughts about godhome and also video games as a literary form

with the amount of time i, as a player, spend in godhome, it’s starting to feel like my home, in a really kind of fucked up way that’s unique to video games. i start up the save, wake up on the bench, fight a bunch of gods, do some pantheons, fight more gods, save and close the game, and some other day come back and do it again.

the level of energy that going through godhome requires means that i, as a player, rarely actually traverse hallownest. i dont go to dirtmouth anymore; nobody there has anything to sell me. i dont do quests or exploration, because i’ve finished the quests and filled the map. it’s a joking meme to say “lol guess i live here now,” but quite literally, with the amount of time and energy i put into trying to climb these pantheons, i kind of actually do live there now, and sometimes i forget to even come out of my house and see the original world of hallownest that i fell in love with the first time.

whatwith all the empty godseekers that inhabit godhome, it’s a very empty, lonely home. nobody speaks to you. their dreamnail dialogue is all the same. eventually, you stop dreamnailing them. the only exception is godseeker, and you can only speak to her at very particular instances throughout the pantheons. it’s gotten to the point that i start to actually feel attached to godseeker; she does nothing but watch my fights, but even that becomes a sort of comfort; she’s done nothing but judge me but at least she was there every step of the way. even the fact that you can only meet her in very specific points in a pantheon climb begins to feel like seeing her is encountering a surprisingly scarce and rare resource of NPC interaction. her one scrap of approval at the beginning of the fifth pantheon is enough to feel like a balm in a very lonely climb.

in a strange sort of way, it feels like we’re all partners, me (the player) and the knight and the godseeker, using godseeker’s empty mind and the knight’s drive and my abilities as a player, moving up the pantheons seeking the absolute radiance all for our own reasons. the godseeker, for some solace from her empty mind, i suppose. for the knight, to kill the radiance. for me, i think i might just be crazy.

today i decided i wanted to give a delicate flower to oro, and i realized that it’d be the first time i’d stepped out of godhome in weeks.

the fascinating thing about video games is that all this isn’t anywhere in the actual game itself; this feeling and experience is located in the interaction between the game and the player. this experience isn’t necessarily true to anyone who plays godhome. a better, more experienced player might zip through the five pantheons and feel no attachment; someone else might despise the entire endeavor and leave; someone else who also struggles to get through the pantheons might just do it for fun, for stress relief; someone else who struggles just as much as me might do it because they like the radiance, or because they like godseeker, or a thousand other different interpretations they bring to the game.

the fascinating thing is that unlike a book, the interaction between the reader and the text is an “interpretation,” or an “analysis,” or a “reading,” and people like to say that these three things are located somewhere within the text itself. “where in the text does it say that?” so many english teachers ask you, as if the experience of reading is located in the words on the page. they say that because many people don’t read the text closely enough to have an experience that’s any true interaction between the reader and the text; the danger of sloppy reading is that the reader simply isn’t having a true interaction between themselves and the text; it’s not because english teachers think that’s where the reading experience is located.

but a video game--particularly one like hollow knight--provides you only with bare bones characters, settings, lore, plot, and mechanics. it’s actually a surprisingly simple and clean game. it has rich lore, but much of it are things you have to unearth, and if you don’t, your experience with the game changes based on how much of your hallownest history you know. the rest of the experience is what you bring to it, how you brought it to life, how you interacted with the game. if you made a mistake and fell into deepnest without a lantern, that was your unique experience with the game. if you didn’t save zote, that was your unique experience. if you thought hornet in greenpath was an easy boss, that was your experience; if you died to hornet fifty times in a row, that was your experience. hornet just behaves the way she behaves; it’s you as the player that makes her easy or difficult. if you think fighting the mantis lords is fun, then the mantis lords are fun; if you think the mantis lords are a pain in the ass, then they’re a pain in the ass. unlike a book, you determine what those experiences and instances are going to be.

a place as nearly empty as godhome is so without explanation, without any other NPCs to tell you how godhome should be interpreted or experienced, means that you’re entirely on your own to figure out what you feel about it. the player constructs a place like godhome in the act of playing the game. that moment of making the game run is what makes the game exist.

a game doesn’t exist on its own--not without a player. a book falling in a forest still makes a sound; a painting in an empty room still displays its image; a video game does not run or play by itself.

#hollow knight #original #lore

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swampgallows · 6 years ago

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it’s becoming harder and harder for me to find solace in places. the guilt inside me is becoming heavy. i know that if i want something, i need to make it happen, but i am so exhausted of having to do everything myself. and the things i do get help with i feel grateful, of course, but then so guilty that i’m needing to be helped that it’s incapacitating. i’m just so late in the game to everything. i’m so outside of life and what other people are doing. i’ve always felt that way, though. i’m never gonna snap into place like they want me to.

i need to pick a career and stuff. i just have to like shot in the dark pick something at this point because there isn’t going to be some divine calling, my pittance from art commissions is not gonna be enough to sustain me (and i dont think i can get to a point where it will), im just so bogged down knowing that everybody is fuckin poor.

part of me wishes i could wake up and just ‘be normal’. that i could throw away all the weird stupid shit in my life. the trashy little kid bracelets, the clown clothes, the nerdy interests, the ugly monsters (what on earth is an ‘orc’?), the hundreds of heavy and just plain weird records that are sooo boring and irritating and repetitive and loud and obnoxious. all the shit i’ve internalized about stuff i am beyond passionate about, the only fuel that keeps me alive and gives me a reason to wake up in the morning. i read once about brain trauma, that someone suffered an injury and when they woke up, all of their interests changed completely. they were a classically-trained musician, iirc, and ended up just selling all of their instruments and getting rid of all their books etc because it had absolutely no value to them anymore. they were completely changed. i dont remember what their new interests became, but... the thought of that has haunted me for over a decade. maybe someone will hit me in the head just right until i wake up and be a normal person who cares about normal, accessible things instead of all this fringe and abrasive fantasy bullshit. what if i woke up one day and became a devout christian? i roll over and my room is foreign to me, along with everything in it, and then i just throw it all away? i start over, stripped clean. tabula rasa. i get good interests instead. relatable adult things, like gourmet food and backpacking. i titter with the girls at the office and wear pencil skirts and focus on landing me a tall dark and handsome.

the thought of becoming that thing is heartwrenching. painful. but it’s all obvious, of course, why i would ever have that masochistic fantasy of completely disowning my worthless oblong self. a me that isn’t ‘ruined’.

i went through my kandi stash the other day trying to find all my kandi with bells on it (I could have sworn i had more). and going through a lot of it was a flood of memories. high school, college, raver days. when i was in high school, all by my lonesome, the only candy kid or rave-associated ANYTHING in my 4000+ fellow students, i had to wear a lot of my own kandi. and i did so as a beacon, a lighthouse, hoping that i could be a beaming signal to any other candy kids who might be in hiding. and i got so dizzy and self-consuming with my repressed interest that i became a zealot about it, being extremely rude and elitist about my interests because i felt a need to protect them. i felt the pressure of them looking to be watered down or erased. i was the same with warcraft.

ten years later i’m not as rude about it, but i feel exactly the same way. in high school i had to wear my own kandi, would have it ripped off of my arms in big fistfuls by those who ostracized me, and had to be tongue-in-cheek and submissive about my passion, my very real and non-ironic DEVOTION to this. thank god on tumblr i can write 4000 word dissertations about garrosh hellscream and some of you crazy fucks actually bother to read it, but sometimes i still feel like that kind of pariah for having a very niche and very specific fixation.

even people who played warcraft when i was in high school told me i took it too seriously because i roleplayed; and even roleplayers in the game told me i took it too seriously because i didnt want to sit around for 6 hours pretending to drink alcohol and trying to get laid, except as an elf. the fact that i really wanted to discuss the lore and delve into the story and the universe of azeroth, of how it would feel to be in that place, to live that life, ostracized me even from the people who claim to feel the same way. but roleplay was never about focusing on how our veins dont surge anymore as undead, how your digestive organs need to be removed post-undeath so they dont explode and rupture and hang out of your bowels like the abominations in the Undercity, how the undead are technically still the same citizens of Loraderon but are being ousted by their living counterparts in neighboring kingdoms. it was just “haha im a funny dead pirate man and i’m going to womanize 12 blood elf women at once behind all of their backs.”

in trying to become a gabber dj too, i felt like i had to take it upon myself because nobody else plays the music that i like. but alll of these things... it feels like i’m just building a house by myself. i feel like nobody truly, at the core, appreciates the intersection of interests that i have, or can only smile and nod at my fervor but not really understand it. and it’s nobody’s fault, nobody is obligated to feel what i feel.

i’m glad people enjoy the garrosh posts and art that i make. and i’m glad that my friends make kandi with me now and encourage me to play gabber. i’m happy when i get some really good RP, even if i have to be the one to walk up every time. i’m glad that people want me to “do the thing”. i just feel like... there is no payoff once it’s done. everyone gets glad that it’s finished, and they enjoy it then, but then it dissolves. nobody is invested in it but me.

i know the solution is to be more accessible, but i can’t seem to imagine anything other than swinging the pendulum in the opposite direction. like, all or nothing. either you take all of my german expressionism with the warcraft meta and the rave shit, or you get nothing. i dont know how to dilute myself and that’s part of what was killing me at my job. i felt like a novelty. a doll. but it wasn’t their fault.. they couldnt relate to what i was talking about and passionate about, and it’s not their fault. they liked me because i was well-spoken and funny and a diligent worker, which are all nice and accessible things, but when nobody can cathect with me, really empathize with me, i feel like a jester. a consumable.

my college roommates would tell me that they loved me because i was so funny. and that’s it. i existed as entertainment, but anything human about me—my passions, my interests, my insights, my memories—meant nothing. even my family will ask me a question and then cut me off in the middle of my sentence, expressing more of just their disbelief or confusion about something than actually seeking information. it’s why i stopped answering customers when they’d ask “how did you dye your hair?” and, like an idiot, i attempted to explain the process to them, thinking they actually wanted to know. but a few words in and their eyes glazed over, probably because they weren’t expecting a “real answer”. i began to accept that any questions directed toward me were closer to passive acknowledgements of me just standing there and existing in their field of vision than any sort of actual desired input from me. it’s like when people ask “how are you?” and you are obligated to say “fine” because it is the rote response. if you actually start talking about how you are doing, you are violating the socially agreed upon script of pleasantries.

i cant do small talk. i cant do scripts. i dont get it. it doesnt make sense to me. and i think retail killed me because of that. i wasn’t a person. i wasn’t even an NPC. i was just a doll. an actor. a pull-string action figure with 5 fun phrases. i was so wacky and weird with my green hair and my silly bracelets and funny observations. ho ho what fun it is to work here with our personal jester to tell us funny stories about her cuh-razy antics she gets up to!

like how nate said “the craziest thing of someone’s year will be seeing someone play the legend of zelda theme on an accordion at a convention and for us that’s just like a walk down the street”.

my feet straddle two divergent worlds and i cant pick just one but im about to fall in the crevice.

man i fuckin love ratatouille man. i fuckin love that film. i cant choose between two halves of myself. even when the halves want the other half dead.

i need a liaison. where’s MY linguini????

#blathering

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some-fuckin-snail · 2 years ago

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I wanted to add to this post.

This is obv very personal and my fucking hands are shaking writing this but

Techno has been my favourite for a long time. It looks as though it’s Tommy but, I had grown up with this man being my comfort when my parents were never really home.

My parents had a lot of work, and whenever we’d talk it was always about my education like a typical Asian family. Though they’ve been supportive of me and all that shit but their care and love has never been a constant in my life. I was always so afraid of when they’re gonna snap and yell. Long story short, they didn’t have time for my brother and I, we were scared of our fucking parents, and we had unrestricted internet access.

My brother, who’ve I’ve only recently gotten close with, always made techno-like jokes that were sarcastic line and witty jokes. My mannerisms had come from techno too, effects of watching his videos everyday. All the bruhhhhhhhhhs and HEHs, my brother and I and I believe countless other people had shared. All his humour and shenanigans with other cc’s had gotten me through a good chunk of my childhood and life, was my sole comfort. I took solace in fixating over lore and such and funny bits and bobs. Will never forget that B FOR BROKE joke, made me cry laugh too many times. :’) Safe to say, I never had a feeling of belonging and genuine happiness until I had watched videos on YouTube of grown adults playing a block game and Hamilton role play.

One thing I regret: never staying up to watch a stream live.

Time zones, ugh. The curse of being young and not being allowed to stay up. All I’ve ever watched were vods and uploaded videos and my brother barging into my room yelling about “TECHNOBLADE UPLOAD LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO”. That’s never gonna fucking happen AGAIN and today was “Technoblades dead”. I will never get to watch a stream of his live and sbi will be 3/4 from now on and not 4/4. My heart goes out to his family, all his irl friends and cc friends who have been with him and supporting him throughout this whole journey.

Aging is a blessing.

I want to live past 18. And if I ever have kids, I would name my son Alex. For my childhood hero. Because he makes me want to go to college and live a life and get a crazy high gpa. I was terribly suicidal before I had found the dsmp community. These little block man made me want to live. Made me believe I was worth to be loved and to enjoy everything in life. Techno, you make me grateful for being brought to this world and to be given a chance to live.

Alex, thank you. For everything.

You’ve been a hero to so many, when we had lost our lives to covid you were there for us. You were amazing, and you still are, wherever you are. I just know that god hesitated, you’ve lived a good life, you’ve provided a o much for so many, you are love. You, to me, are the definition of love.

Thank you for being supportive. A lot of ppl always have this argument of wHy sHoUlD wE sUpPoRt lGbTq+ but your support for lesbians and the whole pride community in general had made me cry. My parents would kick me out if they ever knew I was gay and brother would run with me. Thank you for accepting our identities and being you. For being you, as a wonderful human being. For being you.

Note to all who see this.

Stay hydrated. Drink some of yo juicy water. We’re all grieving, we’re all crying. You’re gonna need it. Take care of yourself both physically and mentally even when it’s hard, we all know man’s would come down from heaven himself to punt us all if we didn’t.

You’ve played this game well, my streamer. O7 and rest in peace. May you dance with the angels above.

On technoblade;

Fly high king, you deserve the world.

Always and forever.

#i still have so many things to say #but I cant right now #I’ve been crying so muc #I’m really tired today so please don’t yell #technoblade #please remeber to drink water you guys.#the point of this post was to show how much he meant to so many of us and I hope it reached him #always and forever be a hero in my heart

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a-winchester-fairytale · 7 years ago

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Narnia

Summary: When people begin disappearing in the library where you work, your friend Charlie introduces you to the Winchesters, who unlock another world along with the secret to the disappearances.

Word Count: 8,284

A/N: This was written for @jayankles "Bailey's 1Y Everything Challenge". My prompt was Narnia: the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. I hope you enjoy it and please feel free to let me know what you think.

The huge wooden doors creaked slightly as you pulled them open, the smell of books hitting you in the face. You closed your eyes for an instant, inhaling the familiar smell, a small grin appearing on your lips. You had always loved that smell. That’s one of the reasons you had jumped at the chance to work in the library during your first semester. That work-study had turned not only turned into a career choice, but also introduced you to your best friend, the redhead who now followed you through those double doors.

“Wow, this place brings back some memories.” You heard her whisper. She had been a year older than you in school and had introduced you to the “Geekdom” as she affectionately called it. You had always been an outcast in school, preferring to stick to books instead of social calendars. When you got to college, that wasn’t any different, until Charlie insisted that you join her at a convention and you discovered a world that brought all of the things you loved in secret to life. She dragged you kicking and screaming out of your comfort zone and you ended up finding another one, filled with colorful and welcoming people.

Fast forward 5 years later and the two of you were still inseparable. Charlie had gone on to get a job at a computer programming firm, her ability to hack into computer systems now earning her a healthy living. You, on the other hand, preferred to stay in the land of books you now saw before you. Although you had become comfortable around other people, you still found the most solace between two hardcovers.

“That’s the truth.” You replied, glancing back over your shoulder at her. Your eyes flashed quickly to the two men climbing out of the impala parked on the street. “Are you sure about this?” You asked, looking back to Charlie.

“Trust me, Y/N. Have I ever led you wrong before?” She asked, her mischievous smirk making an appearance. You still looked doubtfully at her, but she winked and brushed past you before you could answer.

You had told Charlie about the strange things that had been happening around the library two nights ago when the two of you had a girl’s night, watching movies. The next thing you knew, she was at your door step this morning with the two men you watched. They had asked weird questions about sulfur smells and cold spots. Every time they did, you would look to Charlie for an explanation, but all she would say is “Trust me”. As much as that didn’t make you feel less nervous about any of this, you obviously did because you were unlocking the door to the library at 10:00 at night so the four of you could wander through the place after hours.

“You say that, but if I get fired….”

“If you get fired, you can come live with me and we will build our own library for you to run.” Charlie interrupted, rolling her eyes at you. You couldn’t help but laugh a little. Her carefree attitude was rubbing off on you, just like it usually did.

“Fine, I’ll stop worrying so much.” You told her, taking the hint. “At least they are cute.” You added, glancing back out of the door as the two of them sauntered up the walkway. They whispered back and forth between each other as they walked, each of them carrying a bag over their shoulder. I don’t even want to know what is in there, you thought to yourself.

“So, you said that people have been disappearing?” Sam asked you as he took a small contraption out of his pocket and turned the dial on top. It started making noise like static, but nothing else.

“Yeah. I saw them come in the library and they never left. No one wants to believe me though. They are certain that people just slipped out and I didn’t notice, but I know these people and this library isn’t that big. No one has seen them in the last two days and I know I would have seen them leave.” You told him, locking the door back after his brother, Dean, came in.

“We’ll just take a look around to see if we can find anything. It’ll just take a minute.” Dean tried to reassure you. He glanced at Sam, who was still moving slowly around the room focused on the box in his hand. You saw him look back over his shoulder at Dean before shaking his head and putting the box back in his pocket.

“Nothing on the EMF.” He mumbled, taking the flashlight that Dean handed him. They began canvasing the library, wandering from one side of the room towards the middle.

“Come on.” Charlie said, tugging on your hand to follow a few steps behind.

“What are these guys, ghostbusters or something?” You asked her. Charlie just laughed.

“Or something.” She said though her giggles.

“You have a key for this one?” Dean asked you, gesturing to the office door. You shook your head.

“Only the head librarian has that key.” You answered. He gave a jerky nod of his head, and pursing his lips together, he pulled a Leatherman out of his bag, squatting down to begin removing the lock. “What are you doing?” You exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m a professional. No one will ever know.” He replied, continuing his work. Charlie pulled you once again and you sighed as you followed after her and Sam. Forget losing my job, I’ll be lucky if I don’t go to jail after this.

“Look, there’s April’s jacket.” You pointed out, referring to the most recent person you thought had gone missing. You walked to the end of the isle of books and picket up her blue jean jacket from the back of a chair at the end of the row.

Sam and Charlie followed you, but the sight of her jacket was almost too much. “Okay, you guys have to tell me what is going on around here.” You said forcefully and the two of them exchanged a glance.

“Okay, sit down.” Charlie told you. “I’ll talk to her, Sam.” She said and Sam nodded, continuing to search the remainder of the library. Charlie knelt down on the ground in front of you and began trying to explain that they were hunters, and how they fought supernatural creatures.

“If this is one of your RPG things, I swear. It’s not funny, Charlie.” You said, skeptically.

“It’s not, I promise. I don’t blame you for thinking that though.” She told you. “I know it’s a lot to believe.”

“Are you kidding? This whole thing is crazy.” You said, feeling like your head was spinning. You instinctively picked up some books that had fallen off of a shelf and starting putting them back in their place.

“It can be.” Sam’s voice came from the opposite end of the library. He calmly walked back to where the two of you were standing, picking up a couple of books to try and help you. You didn’t say anything else, just letting Charlie’s words sink in.

“Did you find anything?” Dean asked, joining you. Sam just shook his head.

“Nothing man. I know something weird is going on here, but I can’t figure out what it is.” He answered with a shrug. “Are you sure there isn’t a basement or any other rooms here?” Sam asked you.

“Nothing.” You answered.

“Okay. Well, let’s get out of here. We can do some more research and tomorrow we can go by and check out their houses.” Dean suggested.

Sam nodded, putting a couple of books on the top shelf, glancing down at the last one in his hands.

“Huh” He let out a breathy laugh. “This used to be my favorite book when I was 10.” Sam said aloud.

“Chronicles of Narnia?” You asked gently. Sam nodded.

“Your favorite book was about some chick named Nadia?” Dean asked surprised. Although he knew Sam always loved going to the library when they were that age, Dean was 14 and usually on a hunt with John. The only books Dean was allowed to read back then were lore books.

“Not Nadia, Dufus….Narnia” Sam corrected him, rolling his eyes. Dean shot him a quick bitch face as a response and you bit your lip to keep from laughing. “It’s not like that, listen.” He added, opening the book and reading a few lines from the pages in front of him.

“Remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure which no one is too poor to buy.”

You felt the wind rush around you as Sam read those words, and it took you a moment to wonder where it was coming from. About the time you did, you shivered at the cold and realized you were standing in the snow.

“What just happened?” Charlie asked, and you looked up to face her and couldn’t answer. Your eyes blinked several times to try and correct the picture of a snow covered forest that now surrounded Charlie, Dean, and you.

“Where’s Sam?” You asked.

“Sam! Sammy!” Dean called out, looking around.

“Will you stop all of that screaming before the witch finds us?” A Beaver whispered loudly. You spun around to see him walking towards you from behind where Dean stood.

“What the….” Dean jumped, falling backwards into the snow and stared at the beaver.

“This is unreal.” Charlie couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Okay, animals don’t talk.” Dean insisted.

“Really? I beg to differ.” Beaver said back to him.

“I will shoot you right here.” Dean said, pulling his gun out from his belt. Charlie reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him as Beaver ran to hide behind you.

Just then you heard sleigh bells in the distance, their volume increasing as the source grew closer. Within a moment, you could see the huge sleigh come to a stop, Father Christmas sitting behind the reins.

“Merry Chirstmas!” A deep voice exclaimed as he leaned down from the sleigh. He began with a typical ‘Ho,Ho,Ho’ but it quickly changed into regular laughter.

“This just keeps getting weirder by the minute.” You said, as Charlie and Dean stepped up beside you.

“Wait…I know that laugh.” Dean said suddenly. “Gabriel?”

“Bravo.” He confirmed, clapping his hands. As he did, you watched his form change. Gone was the white beard and hat, replaced by a mischievous smirk.

“What did you do?” Dean asked, obviously annoyed. “Where’s Sammy?”

“With the witch of course. Haven’t you figured this out by now? You are in the Chronicles of Narnia. At this point in the story, the younger brother has left the other siblings and is in the castle with the White Witch.” Gabriel explained, illustrating overdramatically with his hands.

“How is this possible?” You whispered.

“I’m sorry. We haven’t been introduced.” Gabriel said, turning his attention to you. “I’m the Trickster, Gabriel is the name.”

“He’s an archangel that can manipulate things to create another world and he likes to drop people in them just to screw with them.” Dean added, gruffly.

“So you created a world to match Narnia? Are all those other people here too?” Charlie asked.

“No, of course not. They have their own adventure.” Gabriel answered, waving his hand to shoo away the idea.

“What is that supposed to mean? Why would you do all of this?” You asked him.

“Because it’s fun.” He answered simply.

“Fun? You call this fun? What is fun about people disappearing, being yanked out of their lives so that everyone they love is worried about them?” You ranted, your frustration reaching a boiling point.

“Well, dear. I got the idea from you. You said the other day how you wished you could travel to all the places in your favorite books, remember? So, I enchanted the library. Now, someone picks up a book, reads aloud from it, and anyone that hears those words gets to live out that story. If you make it to the end, you get to go home.”

“If they make it to the end….?” Charlie repeated, looking from Gabriel to Dean.

“That’s the fine print. If they don’t survive the story, they don’t survive.” He said, shrugging.

“I’m gonna….” Dean started to pull the angel blade out of his jacket, but Garbriel snapped his fingers and it was gone.

“Oh, you won’t be needing that here.” He told him. “As a matter of fact, I do have a few presents for you all. This will help you on your adventure.”

Gabriel snapped his fingers again and in an instant the four of you were wearing different clothes. Charlie glanced at the bow and arrow in her and, the horn hanging from her waist. You could see the elation all over her face as she looked up at Gabriel proudly. Dean held a sword in his hand where the angel blade had sat before. You glanced down at the white dress that had taken the place of your jeans and sweatshirt. Despite the light material, it was surprisingly warm. The waistband held a beautifully engraved silver dagger and a bottle of healing potion hung gently around your neck.

“Well, I’m off. Hope to see you at the end of the story.” Gabriel yelled out as the sleigh rode off and disappeared into the air.

“This is all my fault.” You breathed the words, your eyes on the ground.

“No, it’s not.” Charlie told you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “We can get through this. You’ve read the book. So have I. It’s been a while, but I’m certain it will all come back to us as we go. Don’t worry.”

“But what about the others?” You asked her.

“Best thing we can do right now is keep going. Once we find Sam and get out of this mess, we can find a way to get Gabriel to let the others go.” Dean told you.

“Well, are you all coming?” Beaver asked, moving on away from the river bank.

The three of you marched through the trees, the snow crunching under your feet. The whole time you walked, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone or something was watching you. You were so busy searching the trees for any sign of movement; you almost didn’t notice the huge camp that appeared over the ridge.

“What the hell?” Dean’s voice broke the silence, reminding you that you were not alone on this trip. You spun your head forward and the sight before you stopped any further movement of your feet.

“Is that a Gryphon?” You asked, surprised.

“Look, Centaurs…and over there more fauns.” Charlie exclaimed.

“I see Satyrs, too.” You added.

“Of course. They are all here to fight in Aslan’s army.” The beaver explained. You glanced between Charlie and Dean, seeing excitement and then suspicion as you did. Dean took a few steps forward and you willed your feet to follow.

As you walked closer, you saw that all of the actions stopped as all of the mystical creatures noticed the three of you. Although they stepped aside to make a clear path, they all kept their eyes on every step you all took. Dean instinctively stood protectively close, his hand resting on the sword at his side.

Although you knew that none of these creatures were there to hurt any of you, seeing them all gave you a feeling of apprehension. After all, who knew what would happen if any of your strayed from the story, and Gabriel’s warning about having to survive echoed in your ears.

The beaver stopped just in front of a large tent that stood above the others around it. You glanced behind you to see that the congregation of creatures had closed in the pathway, blocking any escape if you had the inclination.

“I can honestly say that I’ve had my fill of weird for the day.” Dean muttered, glancing around at the crowd.

“Don’t you wonder what they are thinking about us?” Charlie leaned toward you and whispered.

“They probably think we look weird. I haven’t seen a whole lot of people around here.” You sarcastically answered.

“That’s not really the look I am seeing.” Dean said, relaxing a little but leaving his hand resting on the handle of his sword.

“They are in awe of the three of you.” The beaver said over this shoulder. “They know that you are our only hope for the future of Narnia.”

“You keep saying stuff like that.” Dean pointed out. “What does that even mean?”

“You will see.” The beaver answered, and Dean looked over at you and Charlie. His frustration evident and you silently hoped that you wouldn’t have to stop him from using that sword on the beaver before the day was over.

“Ok, Dean. You go up to the tent and announce that you want to see Aslan.” Charlie told him. Dean glanced at her.

“I’m not doing that. This whole thing is just ridiculous.” Dean said, rolling his eyes.

“You have to.” Charlie told him. “It’s the only way to get Sam back.” She reminded him.

Dean groaned, but he relented and walked up to the huge tent in front of him. “I hope you are enjoying this you son-of-a-bitch.” He mumbled, his eyes shooting up to the sky. He knew Gabriel would be watching and he could almost hear him laughing as he took the sword from the scabbard and held it to the ground in front of him. “We came to see Aslan.” Dean called out.

The tent flap opened and the army of creatures surrounding you fell to a knee. The sound of all of the armor making that movement in unison was almost deafening. Although you knew what was coming, you couldn’t stop the shudder you felt as you saw the lion step proudly from the confines of the tent.

You and Charlie immediately followed suit and knelt before him. You saw Charlie reach up and pull Dean to his knee by the sleeve of his shirt. Dean pulled his arm away, but reluctantly stayed where he was.

“Welcome to our camp.” Aslan’s voice boomed. “Thank you, Beaver for leading them here.” He added, and you saw the beaver beaming beside you.

Dean sighed, unable to hide his frustration. Charlie shushed him and he shot her a glare out of the side of his eyes. You couldn’t help but think that in any other situation, their bickering like siblings, would have given you the giggles. You’re guilt and concern for Sam hadn’t yet diminished enough to find any of this laughable.

“There should be another. Where is your brother?” Aslan asked. Dean looked over at you and Charlie for an instant before answering. He stood up and the two of you eased to your feet beside him.

“I was told he is with the White Witch.” Dean answered, still sounding unsure of the whole thing.

“He betrayed them.” The beaver jumped in and Dean snapped around to him, holding the sword out.

“My brother would never betray us.” Dean’s voice low and warning.

“Dean….” Charlie started. “It’s in the story that way.”

“Wouldn’t he?” The centaur asked from the crowd of on lookers. “You and your brother have always seen things the same?”

“No.” Dean admitted. “Look, he does things different sometimes, and I’m hard on him about it, but he’s my brother. I believe in him and I will do whatever I have to in order to get him back.” Dean continued, turning back to Aslan.

“I believe you.” Aslan returned the sentiment. “Oreius …” He called out. The centaur stepped forward from the crowd.

“At your service.”

“Will you gather your centaurs and prepare them for battle? We will need to get Sam back to his family.” Aslan requested.

“Of course, Aslan.” Oreius said as he bowed and then walked back through the crowd to gather his army.

“Please feel free to explore the camp. You can use the tent just there to rest if you choose.” Aslan said, nodding to a large tent that set just a few feet away. “I need to go prepare a few things myself.” He added and turned to walk away from the three of you.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Dean mumbled, glancing around as the others all walked away to continue whatever they were doing before the three of you walked into the camp.

“None of us really had much choice.” You braved an answer and you saw him tense at hearing the truth.

“Come on.” Charlie said, breaking the tension and pulled you away to the edge of the forest behind the camp. “You can help me learn how to use this thing.”

You looked back over your shoulder in time to see Dean kicking at the rocks under his feet and cursing under his breath. He wanted nothing more than to find Sam so the four of you could find a way back to that library.

“You are getting pretty good at that.” You told Charlie as you stood a couple of feet behind her. She hadn’t remembered the part of the book where the bow was magically not supposed to miss its target and you didn’t want to ruin it for her by telling her the truth.

“I really am.” She said, trying her best to hide her excitement. “You should try it.”

“You are having way too much fun with this.” You reprimanded.

“Come on, this is better than any RPG. Gabriel was right anyway. You have always wanted to live in a fictional world. That’s why you like the books you like. Otherwise you would always have a non-fiction biography in your hands instead of science fiction and fantasy.” She argued.

“Maybe so, but what about the others?” You pointed out. You couldn’t stop feeling guilty about all of the other people that disappeared and worrying if they were going to make it through their story.

“Come here.” Charlie said, sitting you down on a rock. “Everything is going to be okay. For all you know those people were reading books on how to raise puppies and they are being loved on by small furry creatures right now.” She said. You glared up at her.

“Really, Charlie?” You said sarcastically.

“No, not really. Look, I know this is weird, but I’m trying to make the best of it. We can’t do anything for those people until we get out of this world the Gabriel threw us into.” Charlie reminded you.

“I know you are right.” You admitted. “So, what’s next?”

“Next….you run.” Maugrim, the wolf sent by the queen, growled at the two of you. He was prowling in the distance, his second in command lingering beside him. You were certain that the wolf had been the one you felt watching as you traveled to the camp earlier in the day.

Charlie reached behind her, but all of the arrows were gone. You saw the panicked look on her face and Maugrim lunged forward. The two of you ran and leaped up into a tree just before his jaws closed on the back of your feet. As you scrambled up the limbs, Charlie blew into the horn to call out for help. Dean heard the sound, and rushed toward the forest.

When he reached the edge and saw the two of you in the tree, he pulled the sword out of the scabbard and lunged at the two wolves. You saw Aslan and the centaurs follow and stop as Dean impaled Maugrim with the sword. The second wolf took off into the forest and the centaurs took off after him.

You and Charlie climbed back down and you walked up to face Dean as Charlie gathered her arrows from the target a few feet away.

“Thank you.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around him. Dean chuckled, a little embarrassed.

“No problem.” He said under his breath. You released him and glanced at the wound on the side of his face, a hit from Maugrim’s claws. “Its nothing. Just a scratch.” He said when he noticed your concern.

“Come with me.” Aslan said, and led the three of you back to the camp. Upon arriving, he commenced with a ceremony where he gave Dean the title of Knight of Narnia. Although Dean tried to hide it, you could see a little sparkle in his eyes at the thought of being called a Knight.

You never heard the centaur army return late that night, but the next morning when you awoke, you saw Aslan talking with Sam on the hill. You immediately woke Charlie and the two of you searched for Dean. You found him pulling water from a well on the opposite end of the camp.

“Sam’s back.” You said, out of breath.

“What? Where?” Dean jumped at the thought of his brother. You pointed back to the hill and Dean could see him leaving Aslan to walk back toward the camp. Dean ran back to the tents, reaching the edge just in time to hear Aslan instruct the rest of the camp that no one was to speak of the past.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked, hugging Sam. After a moment of relief for the both of them, Dean pulled back to glance him over for injuries.

“I’m fine. How the hell are we in Narnia though?” Sam asked, looking around and then back at the three of you.

“You better sit down. We have a lot of catching up to do.” Charlie told him. The four of you gathered inside of your tent as Sam sat and listened to Charlie tell him everything Gabriel had said.

“I should have known he would have something to do with all of this.” Sam said at the end, shaking his head.

“Well, now that your back, I want you to get Y/N and Charlie out of here. According to them, there is about to be some battle and I don’t want anything to happen to them.”

“No way. You are not sending me away from here. I can handle myself.” Charlie rebuked.

“I’m not saying that you can’t, Charlie. Why take the risk though? I would rather know that you guys are safe.” Dean argued.

“Dean, I appreciate the concern, but this feels like it’s my fault. We are in this mess because of something I said. I can’t just leave and let you risk your life because of that. I have to fix this.” You explained.

“They are right, Dean. Besides, if Gabriel was telling the truth, we all have to stick this out until the end. I don’t think we should split up. I think we should stick to the story.” Sam added.

“Fine.” Dean grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air and turning away.

“So what do we do now?” You asked.

“Well, if we are going to be fighting in any battles for Narnia, we better get really good at fighting on horseback.” Sam said, and wandered out of the tent with you and Charlie on his heels.

After shaking his head, Dean gave up the fight and followed. You and Charlie watched as Dean and Sam tried to learn to fight on horseback, laughing at their frustration. You heard a horn blow back inside the camp. Sam and Dean jumped down from their horses, glad for the break, and you all wandered back to see what was going on.

As you approached, you spotted the White Witch being led into town on a sleigh. She glared over at the four of you as she rode past, straight up to the front of the main tent. You all eased forward through the crowd of the onlooking army just in time to see Aslan step outside of the tent to greet her.

“That man belongs to me.” She demanded, pointing a finger at Sam. “According to our laws he must surrender himself to me and be executed on the Stone Table or Narnia will be destroyed.”

“Over my dead body…” Dean said, taking a step toward her. Aslan stopped him with a deafening roar.

“We will speak alone.” He said to the queen, gesturing to the tent. The queen glared back at Dean before dismounting and following Aslan inside.

“I don’t care what that lion says. She is not taking my brother to any Stone Table.” Dean said forcefully, turning to face you and Charlie.

“That won’t happen, Dean.” Sam told him.

“You’re damn right it won’t” He added. Sam just rolled his eyes. He knew what was being said in that tent, and even though he knew it wasn’t really his fault, he still felt a little pang of guilt about it.

Moments later, Aslan and the white witch stepped out of the tent. You all watched as she climbed aboard her carriage. She glanced once more at the four of you before her eyes settled on Sam. Without another word, she turned and rode away. Aslan quieted the grumbles around the camp by saying that she renounced her claim to Sam, and he turned to walk back into the tent.

Later that night, you slipped out the tent where Dean and Sam slept soundly and joined Charlie near one of the campfires. The two of you didn’t say much, you just waited. It didn’t take long before you saw Aslan slip out of his tent and set on his voyage out of the camp. You glanced at Charlie, who nodded, and the two of you followed closely.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” You told Aslan walked by his side to the Stone Table.

“We can fight her, and we can win.” Charlie added, coming up on the other side of Aslan. Although you had both forgotten many details of the beloved book, you knew exactly what Aslan intended to do to save Sam.

“This is the way it has to be. I need you both to trust me.” Aslan said to you and walked toward the Stone Table.

You couldn’t watch as they humiliated and tortured Aslan. When the knife was shoved into him, and he took his final breath, you felt Charlie put her hand on your shoulder. It felt like the entire forest cried out in mourning, and you knew it was over.

You both waited until the forces left him before you stepped out of the trees. You went to pull out the potion from around your neck, hoping it would help him.

“It’s too late for that.” Charlie told you when she noticed what you were about to do. “He’s already gone.”

“We have to tell Dean and Sam, before the White Witch catches the camp by surprise.” You told her, standing up and moving away.

“We would never make it in time.” Charlie groaned, worry written all over her face.

“We can help you.” A small voice came from the trees. “We are Dryads, the spirits of the trees. You must stay here and guard Aslan’s body. We will be sure to relay the message.”

“Please hurry.” You begged, and with a flash of light, the spirits were gone.

Within minutes, the Dryad was shaking Sam and Dean furiously to try and wake them up in the tent. It quickly relayed the messages of Aslan’s death and the impending battle with the White Witch once both of the brothers were awake.

“Where are Charlie and Y/N?” Dean asked concerned, after they finished listening to the story.

“They must stay with Aslan.” The Dryad explained before disappearing back into the forest.

“It’s up to you to lead these creatures.” Sam explained. Dean looked at him, astounded.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that? I’ve never even read this book. I don’t know what to tell them to do.” He argued. “You lead them.”

“Dean, it’s not about knowing the story. They already look up to you, and because Aslan believed in you, they do too.”

“Are you seriously telling me that I should lead a battle against an army of who knows what because a lion said I could?”

“No, I’m saying you should lead a battle against the White Witch because you are a hunter and have been battling supernatural creatures since you were four. I’m saying you should do it, not because Aslan said you could, but because I know you can.” Sam told him.

Oreius walked up to the tent and called to Dean from outside. “What are your orders?” He asked. Sam, with a smirk, gestured for Dean to step out of the tent first and begin the fight for Narnia.

Dean and Sam watched the sunrise over the mountains, followed by the vision of the white witch’s army marching toward them. They stood steadfast on the edge of the cliff they had decided would give them the best advantage.

Oreius stood proudly at their side, watching patiently as the gryphon scout flew back to land next to them.

“How does it look?” Oreius asked once the gryphon scout had landed.

“They drastically outnumber us.” The gryphon stated, nervously.

“It’s not always about numbers.” Oreius pointed out.

“He’s right. We’ve been up against worse odds.” Sam added, and Dean chuckled at some of the memories that flashed in his mind before nodding in agreement.

“We can handle it.” Dean said with confidence, and Sam noticed the gryphon fluff himself up with pride just at Dean’s words. “Go ahead and split up the flying army between bombers and fighters. Make sure to keep a couple of the eagles as aerial scouts.” He instructed.

The gryphon nodded and flew back up to the top of the cliff to delegate the duties as Dean had instructed. Dean then asked Oreius to lead a calvary of his centaurs and leopards at the bottom of the cliff.

“You are our best option for the first line of defense.” Dean added. Oreius bowed slightly before gathering his army and heading out to the front of the battlefield.

“We should split up. We could cover more ground that way.” Sam suggested.

“I don’t really like the idea, but you’re right. How about you take the archers and head up to the top of the cliff. They will have a better angle from there.” Dean answered, knowing that would also take Sam further away from the main combat zone. Sam could see right through his attempt at protecting him, but he agreed. He knew that if he needed to, he could be back down to fight beside Dean in a matter of minutes.

Within minutes of the witch’s army crossing the wasteland, the aerial attack began. Gryphons peppered the army with rocks until the white witch unleashed a band of bats into the sky, and the dogfighting in the clouds commenced. Dean charged forward, calling out for all of them to band together for Narnia and Aslan. Sam couldn’t help but smirk at the slight bit of excitement he saw on Dean’s face. Although Dean was too much of a hardass to admit it, he was having fun. Sam shook the thought away and began directing the archers on the best section to aim for. +++++++++

The ground began to rumble around you and you glanced to Charlie, panic in your eyes.

“What’s happening?” You asked, but before you could answer the Stone Table broke in two and Aslan disappeared.

“I don’t know. Where did he go?” Charlie responded, peaking between the two large stones that remained after the rumbling stopped.

“I am here.” Aslan said, and the two of you turned to see him standing behind you. “It is said that when a victim volunteers and has not done anything wrong, when he dies in place of a traitor, the Stone Table will crack and death itself will turn backwards.” Aslan said.

“You knew that the whole time?” You asked, a smile on your face. Aslan simply nodded.

“That’s why you wanted us to wait.” Charlie said, remembering that part of the story once Aslan said it.

“Come on, we have to get to the castle and free the petrified creatures there. Once we have them with us, we can join the battle with an army of our own.” Aslan said. At his request, the two of you climbed on his back and held on tight as he rushed through the forest.

The three of you arrived swiftly at the witch’s castle. With all of her creatures at the battle, the castle was left unguarded and you were able to enter without any opposition. At the sight of the garden of statues, tears filled your eyes. It broke your heart to think that they were all once creatures that were free, and now they were frozen in a state of fear. That was no way for anyone to live. Charlie, obviously moved by the scene as well, reached out and took your hand in her own.

“We have to help them. There just has to be a way.” She begged.

“Of course we will.” Aslan answered, and began waking each of the creatures with his breath.

“Wow” was the only word your brain could recall at the sight.

“Go check the rest of the castle. We want to make sure that no one is left behind.” Aslan commanded and the two of you split up to do as he asked.

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Back at the battleground, Dean and his army were using the rocks of the cliff to shield them as arrows rained down on the opposing army from above. A wall of fire separated the two forces, until the white witch used her scepter to allow her access through the wall.

It didn’t take long before the highland only provided limited advantage, and Sam left his post to fight alongside his brother. Oreius rushed forward to fight the white witch and almost instantly is turned to stone.

“We have to get that thing away from her.” Sam yelled over the sound of swords clanging together.

“Sam, you have to go find Charlie and Y/N. I can handle things here.” Dean told his brother.

“Be careful, Dean.” Sam warns and turns to go make sure the girls are okay.

He starts back down the hill, turning on occasion to see Dean wielding a sword against the onslaught of the witch’s forces. Suddenly, Sam saw the White Witch coming straight for Dean from the opposite side. He ran back, yelling for Dean to turn around. Dean finally hears him just in time to jump out of the way, but her blow knocks Dean to the ground. She lifts her septre again, and Sam cuts it in half with his sword.

In a fury, the witch shoves the broken piece in Sam’s side. With a groan, Sam hits his knees.

“Sam…!” Dean screams, his voice echoes in the canyon below. He jumps to his feet and launches an attack on the White Witch.

The Witch lifts Sam’s sword from the ground next to him, and armed with her own, she begins fighting Dean, two swords to his one. Dean, cursing Gabriel for taking away his guns, stuggles against her until he hears Aslan’s roar. The White Witch turns to look behind her at the massive lion, Charlie and you at his side. The army of released subjects rushes around you to join the battle on the bottom side of the hill.

You and Charlie immediately jump in the fray, attacking the warriors that have followed the White Witch and are coming up the threshold. Charlie shoots the two closest ones with her bow as you picked up a fallen sword to swing at the other one.

The White Witch screams out and takes another swing at Dean, almost taking his head. Aslan lunges at the White Witch, grabbing her with his teeth, and breaking her neck. With their Witch gone, the malevolent forces below begin their retreat, the forces of Narnia pushing against them to the victory.

Charlie ran up and helped Dean to his feet as you ran to Sam’s side. Thankfully he was still breathing and you pulled the potion from around your neck.

“Please drink this.” You begged, Dean lifting his head to help you.

You managed to get some of the potion down Sam’s throat, but it didn’t seem to be working. He refused to open his eyes and tears developed in your own.

“Are we too late?” Charlie asked the forbidden question. Dean sat back on his heels, shaking his head in disbelief.

Suddenly, Sam choked out a breath and his eye lids fluttered open.

“What the hell happened?” He groaned, sitting up. Dean pulled him into a hug.

“Why can’t you ever just do what I tell you to?” He asked, not really angry. Sam just chuckled.

“Guess I’m just hardheaded like my brother.” Sam said. You couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Dean’s face.

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Spring came to Narnia. The castle that was once inhabited by the white witch had returned to its once warm and beautiful state. Now Aslan prowled its long awaited halls. The royal suite was set up for the four of you. You and Charlie shared a room, as did Sam and Dean, a common area set up between them. That was where the four of you sat, trying to figure out a way to get back home, when Aslan entered.

“I need the four of you to join me in the throne room.” Aslan stated, then he turned and walked away.

“How much longer do we have to do this?” Sam asked.

“Until we find Gabriel, or a way home.” Charlie answered, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The four of you followed solemnly to the throne room. You gasped and glanced at the others when you saw four thrones at the front of the great hall. The room was filled with all of the creatures, a path through the middle leading to the front of the room. The sight reminded you of the day you had marched into the camp, only then it was Aslan’s tent you were marching to.

“Are those for us?” Dean asked, and glanced over to see Sam nodding.

“That’s what happens, Dean. The four in the story are named kings and queens of Narnia.” Sam explained.

“But we can’t be kings and queens. We have work to do.” Dean argued.

“I know that, and you know that, but I don’t think they do. Let’s just go along with it for now.” Sam suggested.

It was as simple as that. Aslan lead all of you to the front and you sat, facing the crowd, in the throne chairs. As a crown was placed on each of your heads, and Aslan made the official announcement, the room bowed to show their respect.

“This is really weird.” You heard Dean mumble to Sam and you bit back a laugh. You had to admit that he was right.

“Maybe so, but I don’t care how weird it is. This is awesome. They just named me a queen.” Charlie whispered back, excitement in her voice. At that, you lost control and started laughing. The outburst got you a reprimanding look from Aslan and you quickly cleared your throat.

“Sorry.” You whispered. Aslan turned back to the room, but you thought you saw him smile just a little.

Later that evening, when you were all back in the common room of your suite, you listened to the brothers try to formulate a plan as you struggled to untangle the crown from your hair.

“In the story, the children live in Narnia for years before they find their way home. It isn’t until the reach the other side that they are changed back as though they had only been gone a few hours.” Sam was explaining.

“We don’t have years. We need to get home now.” You argued.

“Y’N’s right, guys.” Charlie added, sitting down on the couch next to Sam and pulling her feet up underneath her.

“You said before that they ended up back home when they came to the place they first entered Narnia, right?” Dean asked. Sam nodded.

“So you think if we went back to the place where we first saw the beaver and Gabriel, it will lead us home?” You asked, seeing where Dean was heading.

“Worth a try.” He answered.

“How are we supposed to find that?” Charlie asked. “We didn’t even really know where we were then, and I doubt any of us paid much attention to how to get back.”

“What about the beaver?” You suggested. The three of them sat silently as they pondered your idea.

“Do you think he would do it?” Sam finally asked.

“I think he would if we don’t tell him why we want to know.” You offered.

“Sneaky. I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Dean said with a wink, and you laughed.

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You found the beaver sitting in the garden outside of the castle. It took a little convincing, but he finally agreed to take you back to the place you met Gabriel. Although the trip took a few hours, it was a lot easier to get to since winter was over. The ground was covered with green grass, and the trees had started to bloom. Flowers covered the fields with color, brightening your spirits.

When you saw the clearing, you knew immediately that it was the right place. Dean and Sam searched the outskirts of the clearing, taking extra care to make sure the four of you hadn’t been followed.

“Thank you, Beaver. Could you give us a little time here? We can find our way back.” You requested. Reluctantly, the beaver agreed and followed the path back to the castle and his own family.

“There’s nothing here.” Charlie said as the four of you walked around the area.

‘Wait, what’s that?” You asked, pointing to a small light at the edge of the tree line.

“Stand back.” Dean said, putting himself in front of you and Charlie, Sam stepping up by his side. They drew their weapons and walked cautiously towards the light, with you and Charlie close behind them every step of the way. The light grew brighter as you got closer until it revealed a door.

“A door in the middle of the forest?” You asked, almost certain you were seeing things.

“That has to be it.” Sam said, putting his sword away and stepping towards it. He reached out to open it as the three of you moved to pull him back, unsure of the safety. As soon as his hand reached the door handle, the four of you were sucked through the door and back into the library with a violent thud. You turned, but the door had disappeared behind you. “We’re back!” You exclaimed, rubbing your head where you had hit it on the bookshelf. You glanced at the others to see that, despite a bruise or two, they were all in one piece. You stood on your feet, helping Charlie up and then turning to thank Dean and Sam. Before you could get out a single word, you heard clapping echoing in the empty room and you jumped.

“Gabriel.” Sam stated cynically. He took a step toward the shadow as Gabriel stepped out into the light, holding his hands up in surrender.

“You guys were great. I can hardly believe that story wasn’t written with the four of you in mind.” He praised in his overly sarcastic tone.

“You’ve had your fun, now bring all of those people back.” Charlie demanded.

“Well…” Gabriel pondered, his finger resting on his chin.

“Gabriel! Now!” Dean growled, stepping up beside Sam. The two of them towered over the angel and he shrugged.

“You guys are no fun.” He said, snapping his fingers. You could hear confused voices coming from one of the isles down the corridor and with a quick glance, you ran down the isles to check on them.

“Now, take the spell off of this library.” Sam told him. Gabriel rolled his eyes, but he shrugged and did as Sam asked.

“This was getting boring anyway.” He pouted. “See you next time, boys.” He added, and then he vanished.

“They are all back. Everyone made it out alive.” You verified as you came back to the group.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked, concerned. You nodded.

“I am thanks to you guys. I’m sorry I doubted you at first.”

“Don’t worry. Any sane person would.” Dean said with a smirk.

“Come on, Y/N. I’ll help you get everyone home.” Charlie volunteered after giving the brothers a quick hug. You turned to walk away, and then stopped. You turned and walked back, throwing your arms around Dean’s neck and then Sam’s.

“Until next time.” You smiled, and then turned to walk away.

When you led the others out of the library, the impala was gone. Into the night they had driven away to another case, another supernatural creature, another hunt. You were left here with your books and your imagination, but now you knew of a world that existed in the realm you lived in that was full of magic and horror. If you ever wanted to live in an adventure, you knew you didn’t need an angel to create one for you. All you had to do was call the two of them and you would be on the road to live out your wildest dreams.

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