#soulamte

[solaris-amethyst]

💫Did I even deserve you?💫

✨Pairing: Vampire!Seonghwa x dead!gn!reader ✨Prompt: Vampire Seonghwa is still miserable many decades after losing his soulmate. ✨Word Count: 3.4k ✨Genre: angst, vampire au, soulmate au 🌙Warnings: talks of death, reader is mentioned but not alive in this story, no use of y/n, mentions of Seonghwa not feeding for a long period of time, lost of a loved one, mentions of how he wishes he wasn't on this earth anymore, grief, ghosts, let me know if I missed any warnings! ☀️️Authors note: Got this idea into my head and wanted to explore writing angst in this setting. It is very different from what I usually write and I have worked hard on this one and I am quite pleased with the outcome.

The moon was high up in the sky, illuminating the forest in a light wash of grey. Highlighting the fog that is developing the forest and the castle making it look eerie and abandoned. Cobwebs dancing around windows and moss climbing up the bricks together with the roses that are climbing parts of the castle.

Both beautiful and dangerous.

It was said that sometimes you could see ghosts walking past the windows. Some even claimed to have seen a ghost in the rose garden. Walking around and calling out for their beloved but no response.

Young children were warned not to go there. It was dangerous and better to stay away from a place that would most likely fall in a few decades. The road to the castle was brittled with rocks, thick trees and bushes.

It was not a pleasant road.

Despite that there was a lone figure hiking their way up to the castle, dressed in a black robe. The figure was walking very slowly as if every step towards the castle was painful, making him hurt deeply. Despite that, he continued on with heavy footsteps to the one place he called home.

The owl up in the tree hooted familiarly once he was spotted and the howls of wolves could be heard throughout the forest. None of this bothered the man, for he knew that no one would dare to try and hurt him. A man of the night, a bloodthirsty bloodsucker as the humans once had called people like him.

Now he and his family were nothing more than a mere legend.

A myth.

Something humans wrote stories about without believing they actually existed. Sometimes the man wishes he no longer existed in this world.

It would be easier than walking around the world knowing your fated one was no longer walking this earth.

Unfortunately he was doomed to walk this cruel earth until the end of time as it was now.

The closer he got to his home the more dread and sorrow filled his entire being. He used to be filled with such happiness coming back here but now that was all gone.

The grand doors to the castle opened welcoming, sensing one of its masters returning home. The candles lighting up as he entered the hallway and walked down towards the place where he knew his brothers were residing.

They were expecting him after all. Like they do every year around this time when he gets back from his three month search around the world for anyone who could help him bring back his fated one to life.

And like every year he came back unsuccessful.

It was as if the world was taunting him. Taunting him for not being careful enough. For not appreciating what he had and for being arrogant thinking he could best fate and death because of who he was.

Seonghwa

Your voice.

He stopped what he was doing. Only the wind was blowing in from an opened window. The figure looked around carefully, not making much movements, for us mortals it would have looked like he was completely still.

He shook his head gently. It must have been the wind. It cannot have been your voice he heard.

You are no longer here he told himself as he continued his walk towards the room his brothers were in. He could not have heard your voice whisper his name in the wind. You were dead, no longer walking this earth and it felt like his heart was breaking into thousands of pieces every single day when he remembers that.

He remembers your smile, your laughter, your kindness. Everything that he once took for granted he now misses with such intensity that he does not know what to do with himself. It is like the joy he once had is now gone, sucked out of his body leaving behind a cold empty shell.

He starts walking again. He knows his brothers have heard him arrive and he knows that they are waiting for him. The closer he gets the more he can hear them. Shuffling around in the living room, living their normal lives.

Not stricken by grief.

The doors open once again welcoming, just like the front doors to one of its masters returning home and the noise dies down as he steps inside looking around at his family. They are all there. The first ones he notices are the two brunettes sitting together on the sofa. Yunho, Yeosang. Then he sees the them, San, Wooyoung. The latter holding a large book, open on some random page that they seemed to have been discussing before he arrived. He searched for the youngest of his brothers who he found standing next to the tall blond man near the table. Jongho. Mingi. He counted them in his head, he looked around, searching for the leader of his coven. He found him, standing near the big window gazing out into the garden. Hongjoong.

A part of him felt a little better after doing the count. For some reason he had worried they would not all be here when he came back despite the fact that they were always there. No doubt. They would always be here to welcome him home after his long journey.

The blond at the window turned around and when their eyes met he gave him a smile.

"Welcome home Seonghwa. We have missed you." He said taking a few short steps forward to greet him. Taking him into an embrace which he returned.

"I am glad to be back." Seonghwa replied even if it was only half the truth. He was glad to be back seeing his brothers but in reality he was not overly pleased being back without a solution to his suffering.

"How was your journey around the world? Did you find what you were searching for?" Hongjoong questioned even though Seonghwa suspected he already knew the answer to that just like the rest in the room listening in on their conversation.

"Unfortunately I have yet to find someone or something that could help me bring back my loved one." He told him, his shoulders slumping forward. He tried to put on a neutral face but Hongjoong was smart, he could see through his facade quicker than anyone else in their coven. His eyes had shown a glimt of understanding as he nodded carefully.

"You look awful, have you been feeding at all when you have journeyed???" Wooyoungs voice pierced through the air, clearly targeted at him and he could only shrug his shoulders opting not to look at the younger vampire.

"I do not feel hungry anymore Wooyoung." Was the only thing he could give as a response and if he had not already been dead the look Wooyoung sent him would have put him 5 feet under the ground as they spoke.

"You have to feed Seonghwa. It is not healthily to avoid feeding for as long as you have! Lat time I saw you feed was three months ago before you left!" Wooyoung stalked towards him "Are you telling me you have not feed in three months??"

They stared at each other for a long while. He knew all of them already knew the answer. It was the same every year and like every year before this year Wooyoung always grew furious when he figured that he had been neglecting his own health.

Again.

He could feel the energy around him tense up. The others were clearly not happy at all with this and yet despite that Seonghwa could not get himself to care about it. Had it been the other way around he would have been furious, furious at his brothers for ignoring their health and not eating but since it was him and not them he found himself often not caring. He would rather wallow in his grief, allowing the ugly feelings tormenting him to come to the surface in various ways.

"How is my beloved? Are they still safe in their casket?" He asked, voice cracking at the word beloved.

The very thought of you not being there or the possibility of something happening to you whilst he was gone was terrifying to him and he had to fight hard to stop the tears wanting to well up in his eyes.

Wooyoungs furious eyes soften instantly when he had asked the question and the other looked at him with sympathy. Yunho nodded confirming that you were still safe, still protected in the garden he had grown just for you.

"They are safe Seonghwa. We have made sure nothing could harm them whilst you were away." San said, giving him that kind smile only San could give someone when they needed it the most. Seonghwa felt like he could see the stars in his brothers eyes at that moment and it never failed to amaze him how much love and adoration could be seen in Sans eyes and how it was always something very real. It never faded or changed no matter how many decades had passed and right now he was thankful for it.

For the love and compassion his brothers were showing him.

"Why do you not sit down? Tell us about your journey? What has changed in the world since last time you went outside?" Hongjoong questioned whilst leading him over to the big chair, gently guiding him to eventually sit down in it. A blanket was placed over him, Mingi moving with utmost care to wrap it around him to keep him warm. He almost let words of protests out until he saw the worry in his eyes.

"Your beloved would not want you neglecting yourself like this." Was all he said with a low rumble before standing up and walking over to Jongho.

That stung.

His heart ached at the comment Mingi had said. Everyone had heard it. It was impossible for them not to hear him. They just pretended like nothing had been said but he knew they were silently agreeing with him. Agreeing with the statement that you, his beloved, who no longer walked this earth, would not want him to neglect himself and his health.

He wants to respond. To deny what Mingi has said. He has rationalized in his head that you would be okay with what he is doing so he can bring you back and the two of you can live together again like you did before.

The rest of his coven sits down all looking at him with curious eyes. Waiting for him to start telling them about his journey.

"It is all the same. Nothing has really changed in the outside world. We are still myths and legends. The only thing that has changed amongst humans is their greed. I would say they have become even greedier and distrusting than before."

"Humans have always been greedy and distrusting Seonghwa." Hongjoong cut him off before sending an apologetic look when he glared at his coven leader.

"I would say they are even more so now than before. I searched through every country on this bloody earth and I found no one. No one who could help me bring my beloved back. The sights I saw when wandering should have taken my breath away but all it did was make me angry. Furious that they were not next to me witnessing it all. At one point on a cliff looking out at the ocean I screamed. I cursed everything living and dead that day. I was so angry and I still am." Seonghwa spoke, his hands fiddling with the blanket as his eyes darken in anger.

His brothers look at each other in worry. They had hoped after many decade that Seonghwas fury and anger would dwindle down but it only seemed to grow with each year. Wooyoung looked at his older brother and friend in sorrow, he had been close to you, Seonghwas beloved, when you were still living and breathing. He understood the pain and anger Seonghwa was feeling but he also knew that you would not wish this upon anyone. Once having confided in him that you would want them to move forward to be happy, not to forget but to eventually come to cherish what had been rather than constantly living in the past thinking of what you could have done together if only things had gone differently.

"And I-" Seonghwa started but stopped once he heard it again.

Seonghwa.

He looked around. He swore he had heard your voice again. This time it could not have been the wind for no window was open.

"Hwa? What is wrong?" Yunhos voice brought him back from his thoughts as he turned to look at him.

"Y-you did not hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Nothing." He shakes his head "It was nothing."

"Perhaps you should go and rest?" Yeosang chimed in and the others agreed, nodding their heads.

Seonghwa looked at them before glancing around again, he was sure he heard you but now since none other than him seems to have heard you he wonders if some rest would actually help him.

So he nods and he can see the other's shoulders drop down in relaxation as if they had been expecting him to put up a fight and argue with them about resting.

"Perhaps I should... but I would like to go see them first." He feels stupid, like a child asking for permission to do something when he is the oldest in the coven. He could do whatever he wanted and if that was to go out into the rose garden and visit you then he could without permission.

He stands up before anyone can answer what he has said, he lays the blanket back on the chair before he strides towards another sets of doors which will lead him back to a corridor and down a few flight of stairs before he can enter the garden.

The doors open immediately for him and he makes a point of quietly thanking the castle for opening its doors for him. He remembers the first time he had gone out on his three month journey. When he had come back inconsolable wanting to leave that room to go see you the castle had refused. Refused to open its doors and windows for its master to go wherever he pleased.

Not until he had calmed down and only the silent tears were staining his cheeks had he been allowed out. It was after his brothers had held him close, allowing him to grieve in safety and then being given a cup of blood to drink by Wooyoung to help stabilize himself.

After that the castle had always listened to him. And now he was walking with a sense of purpose, he had to see you again. It always pains him to be away from you for three months when he spends almost every single day around you. Tending to the roses or cleaning the glass casket you lay inside whilst talking quietly to you about his days or how much he misses you.

As he walks out of the door and into the garden he stops in his tracks when he sees something or rather someone walking ahead of him.

You.

He cannot stop himself before he rushes forward and just as he is to grab your hand you vanish.

"No... No no no no no!" He mumbles to himself, now sprinting towards the rose garden, you cannot be gone.

You cannot.

Seonghwa almost trips over the steps leading up to where you lay and he stops at the casket breathing heavily gripping it tightly as he takes you in.

You are still there. Untouched. Just like the way you had been when he had left three months ago.

"My beloved." He whispers and just like that the tears are welling up again in his eyes.

Seonghwa. My love.

Seonghwa gasps as he hears your voice again turning around since he can hear your voice from behind him. He had not expected to actually see you. You are pale, standing there and he notes as he falls down on his knees in shock that you are slightly transparent.

"My beloved. My love." He says while the first tear fall down his pale cheek. His voice is growing thick with emotion and when you look at him with those sad eyes he cannot help himself from crawling up to you trying to take ahold of your hand in his only to realize he is unable to.

"No. Please no. Please." He whimpers looking up at you as the waterworks starts afresh.

You have to let me go.

"No! No no no no please I cannot do that. Please I am sorry I cannot live in a world without you. Please do not leave me." He pleads over and over again trying to take ahold of you but he keeps going through you. His eyes looks almost wild as he tries everything to be able to hold you.

You can see how his heart breaks over and over at not being able to hold you and you know you cannot be visible for much longer.

I love you.

When Seonghwa notices that you are disappearing from his view is when he goes into hysterics. He wails for you to come back to him, he screams in fear, anger and grief and it echos loudly throughout the entire forest. He roars in anger, smashing a statue before breaking down again near the casket. Sobbing over and over again that he is sorry, that he wishes you would come back to him. He asks for death to take him once and for all so he can reunite with you.

He grips his head as he cries, wails and screams in fury and sadness. It is like an explosion he cannot control. Seonghwa is unsure of how much time has passed but he finds that he does not care. All he cares about is that he saw you and he could not hold you one last time like he wished he could. He contemplates for a moment to destroy your casket just so he could hold you in his arms again but he physically cannot make that move.

He cannot destroy your last sleeping place. That would be like spitting on your entire existence if he did, so he finds himself hurting himself and the statues and rose bushes around himself in a fit of anger.

Up in the castle seven figures are looking out of the window from the room they still were in. Hearing Seonghwas wails of agony and grief pained them. It was as if someone was driving a spear into their non-beating heart over and over again.

"I wish I could take away all his pain and suffering. All this grief." Jongho mumbles before leaning close to Hongjoong, hiding his face in the crook of his leaders neck as said man brings an arm around him to bring comfort.

"I never want to find my soulmate... It will only bring even more anguish to him. He will constantly be reminded of his own soulmate who he no longer has. I do not want to make him go through that." San says, tears building up in his eyes.

"You cannot stop it from happening San. Do not deprive yourself of the happiness of finding your soulmate because Seonghwa lost his. That is not something he would want. He would want you to be happy. You know that San." Yunho said whilst giving the younger a sad smile, tears also in his eyes as Seonghwa continues to scream and wail out apologies, curse words and asking for you to come back to him.

"Grief... What is not grief if not love persevering. It is proof of how much he has loved and cherished his beloved. He was just too blind in the moment that he thought he could best death and now all these years later after death won he cannot handle it. Because he has yet to fully accept that they are gone. He has yet to accept that they are gone. It might take years until he gets over the stages of anger, denial, depression and guilt. We will be there to help him through it all. I was thinking of going with him next year so he will not be alone on his journey." Hongjoong says eyes sharply focused on the figure down below.

Eyes slightly widening when he sees something or someone behind his brother before it disappears. He could have sworn it looked like you but he must have been wrong. It was probably the tears in his eyes clouding his vision.

It could not have been you.

You were dead.

Gone.

Forever.

[my-stories-vault]

Chapter 3 ~ The Purgatory Series.

Pairing: American Dean Winchester X English Y/N L/N; American Dean Winchester X American Y/N L/N.

Blurb: Purgatory suits you, to be honest. Plenty of distractions to choose from, you can kill as many as to your heart's content. And your heart is one insatiable bastard—it'll do anything to keep the memories of your ex away. Until a face much similar to his struts up into your territory, looking for you, promising you a home you lost too long ago. Your heart melted once before, do you think you would be able to risk it all again for the same criminally handsome face?

Warnings/Trigger Warnings (18+): Supernatural Wars spoilers, major and minor character deaths, mentions of previous major character deaths, voilence, gore, tons of angst, (sort of, but not really) love triangle, language, self-sacrifices (not exactly suicide), betrayals, etc.

Note: This was written four years ago and English is my second language - I've tried to edit without losing the past-me's "authenticity", but let's face it, spellings ain't my strong suit, and even Grammerly gave up, soooo all the mistakes are mine 🙂🙃.

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Purgatory Series: Part 3.

With a harrowing gasp, you sprung awake in your hammock. Your hands wrapped around yourself, finding dewy pebbles on the entire length of your skin where your clothes absorbed most of it. You bit your lip to keep the whimpers in, exhaling deeply to expel your pain in a no-noise-or-nonesense way.

'Morning, princess!' an overly cheerful voice spooked you, along with the human who dangled from an upper branch, upside down and had suddenly appeared face-to-face with you.

He is your human. But the biggest disadvantage of sleeping in a hammock seventy feet above ground is that jerky movements throw you. Literally.

Even before a scream built in your throat, you had taken a tumble for the worse. Luckily, your knight in shining leather had amazing reflexes.

Warm fingers caught your chilled wrist. Gravity used your weight and momentum against you two, shirking Dean off the branch he was hanging on. He shot another palm out to catch you both, muscles almost creaking as they absorbed the impact - he would feel that later.

You had fallen between your two hammocks, so Dean had been able to catch the rope on one of them, you dangling on his other side.

'You have to stop waking up like this,' he grunted.

You gave your boyfriend a wan look who was smirking unaffectedly, but his eyes held the depths of his worry for you.

'You startled me,' you politely said.

He rolled his eyes. 'Go five o'clock. Be careful, all right?'

'When am I not?'

'I have a list.'

He grinned when you slapped his hip. He swayed you a little in the air until you readily swung out of his grasp, landing on the branch with the perfect balance.

'Pass me my heels?' you requested.

He had climbed back up to his hammock in that time. He leaned across to find your atrocious heels at the bottom of your hammock.

'These are four inches,' he frowned, but he threw them to you. 'How many times have I told you shoes are safer?'

'I have a list,' you quipped, straddling the branch to don your heels.

'You're so stubborn,' he huffed, beginning to work on untying the hammocks. Your bags were hooked on the hammock ropes, and the ropes went around the thick bodies of the trees.

'What are you going to do about it?' you bounced your brows.

He narrowed his eyes. 'Don't make me come there, woman.'

You smiled warmly at him, blowing him a kiss to appease him. He only grumbled.

You steadily descended, hollering up, 'Landed!'

'Congratulations,' he said sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes but went to stand right under your camp. Dean had already dismantled your hammocks and was stuffing all the supplies back in your bags. He would throw them to you before he monkeyed himself down to your level.

You had a minute to stare with a dreamy smile on your face. Dean was extremely good at any work with his hands, his efficiency mesmerized you.

Dean didn't even use the sturdy branches you had, his descent was far more experienced. With a few complicated flips, and less than a quarter of the time you took, he stylishly landed on his feet, dusting his hands.

You teased, 'Show-off.'

He came to you, taking his bags from your hands, at the same time leaning in to press a devouring kiss to your lips. One of his hands sneaked into your hair, tugging your head back for deeper access. You could only cling to the bag straps in your hands, chasing his lips when he parted from you after minutes.

'You know you love me,' he said, voice laden with grit and gravel. You nodded obediently to that.

'Was it the same nightmare?' he asked, tucking an errant strand behind your ear. You'd stopped putting your hair in buns long ago - he liked them this way.

'I'm fine,' you insisted.

'I startled you, you Ice Queen,' he frowned. 'It must have struck a nerve.'

You smiled at his concern. 'It will go away,' you assured. 'Like most of my problems when I'm with you.'

'You're buttering me up,' he complained, despite the barely tempered smile on his lips.

'You know you love me,' you winked, slinging your backpack over your shoulders, and carrying your duffel in your right hand.

Dean mimicked your actions, lacing his free hand with yours on instinct.

'See?' you squeezed his palm. 'All better.' You strained upwards to land a kiss on his cheek, pausing near his ear to whisper conspiratorially: 'I wear heels to be able to kiss you.'

You bolted upright in your hammock, your body much in the state as it had been in your memory - sweaty and shivering. All your good memories came back as night terrors after . . .

You glanced at the namesake of your love. He was sleeping peacefully in his own hammock, snoring lightly. The walls and floor of this treehouse assured you that he wouldn't fall ass over tea kettle to his death mid-sleep.

Without distractions though, your mind's eye turned to the growing pain in your chest. You wanted to bury your head into the ground like an ostrich if only to avoid your memories which were complimentary with Dean's lookalike.

You covered your mouth to suppress your building scream, but it only reminded you of every kiss you shared with him, every touch that set you ablaze, every night you spent with your man. You remembered everything about him, all your nights and days, all the things said and unsaid . . .

Your memory was faulty though. This dream had been part of the last happy day you spent with him. You tended to ignore what happened next - that's what you'd trained your mind to do; like in a file with sensitive information where all the crucial details had been blacked out as a safety protocol. 

You could recall each second of that day, from the first moment that you woke up, right till the end.

And then nothing. Your life had seemingly erased from your own mind.

'Good morning, sweetheart.'

The familiarity of the voice made you tense irrevocably, making you jump jerkily. You cursed as your hammock overturned. Two feet below, you groaned as you sat up on the wooden platform, glaring at the amused blond-haired man with a touch of concern.

'You okay?'

'You scared the crap out of me, De—' your ground your teeth. 'Hunter,' you corrected yourself.

You refused to call him by his name, you couldn't afford to confuse your poor feelings anymore.

Dean didn't catch onto your mistake, still too sleepy. He rubbed his face, his bed hair pointing in all directions like a cute hedgehog. He yawned, stretching a little; allowing you to shamelessly watch when his shirt went up, showing a sliver of skin. It made you lick your bottom lip unconsciously, then bite it.

'Like what you see?' he chuckled a deep, throaty chuckle - which almost made you moan.

You composed yourself by forcing your gaze away, clearing your throat. You ignored him as you collected yourself from the floor, trying to tame your hair by running a hand through them before you tied them off in a messy bun atop your head.

You started deconstructing your hammock.

'We need to leave soon,' you said in a clipped tone, noting the light from the window and guessing that it was eleven in the morning.

Dean made a disappointed sound; 'I'm so tired of running.'

You scowled at the ropes you were unraveling.

'We created a massacre, right in the middle of Purgatory. Obviously, we left tracks. Couldn't cover them all. Not to mention, the couple of fairies we spared for our plan to work. If you don't run, someone is bound to catch up.'

'I know,' he pouted moodily. 'I'm just tired. And I miss sleeping in a broken mattress, or filling up on greasy diner food, you know? Hell, I miss changing clothes. Don't you?'

'We don't need to eat,' you pointed out.

'That's not the point,' he said, frustrated.

He got out of his hammock to help you wrap up; he was still learning the literal ropes, but he was attentive to details. You had also been teaching him how to create a safe house out of very limited resources, anywhere. Other than that, you taught him how to make the Purgatory flower potion that healed you, how to climb and descend trees faster, and all that.

It had been surprising to you how camping in his world and camping in your world were two very different things. They did it for fun.

While your camping meant making hammocks out of leaves, wood, and ropes. It meant doing gymnastics on the tree branches or making houses from dirt, rocks, leaves, ropes, and branches. Yours was very survival-oriented.

You wondered if their people even had proper woods. From Dean's description, they lived in something called metropolitan areas. There were more buildings, apartments, and houses than there were trees - how weird and exciting. You even wondered if you would have lung issues in their worlds, having lived all your life amongst a plethora of trees.

Mostly, you were curious about the peace in their lives. They didn't have wars there. Your good friends back in your day had always wondered how life would be without wars. To think that you could find an answer if only you visited this human's world.

If.

Pulling yourself out of the trap of wishful thinking, you stashed your hammock ingredients away.

You shifted the boards of the treehouse walls to reveal a small hidden compartment. You retrieved a small packet from inside and a very old shirt that had gone musty by now.

'All done!' Dean said, grinning from ear to ear. You could see that he was proud of himself; it let a small smile slip on your face - his joy was infectious.

'That's good,' you fueled his excitement. 'Here,' you offered him the things in your hand.

He tentatively took the things, examining them.

'How did you get this?' he asked with a sort of marvel in his wide eyes.

'I was sent here,' you reminded. 'We didn't know if a human would need to eat here or not. I know now, but I was allowed a few provisions.'

You were allowed weapons, mostly, only a little food - they had been hoping you'd die of starvation after a while; it would've been the kind way to go, some people said. Forget that, you had been hoping hunger would kill you. You didn't eat much back in those days anyway - but you quickly found out you didn't need food.

'I don't think it expired,' you said. 'And that shirt's your size.' You had brought half of Dean's wardrobe with you, only you stopped using them when his smell disappeared. Now you alternated between two sets of your own clothes that you continually wash in the river. 'I can't offer you a mattress though.'

You turned to leave him with some privacy when he caught your hand. You tensed as Dean came into your view once more. He had a soft grateful smile on his face that clinched your chest.

'Thank you,' he sincerely said. 'These are awesome.'

Something astonishing happened - a wetness overcame your dry eyes. You couldn't comprehend the buttery warmth that was relaxing all your joints.

'Don't wear them out,' you subtly twisted your wrist out of his hold. He noticed but didn't say anything. 'I don't have a lot of those,' you said, marching out. 'I'll be back soon!'

'Hunter, listen,' you said, coming back from a short walk where you killed a monster.

'Where have you been—?' his words stuck in his throat when he saw all the blood. 'Oh, my God, are you okay?'

'Not my blood,' you said. 'I hit the bitch's artery, she splurged. Forget that. Found out who lives in the Borax forest.'

You hadn't known while making your gazebo that you had been doing it in a Borax forest. Borax is typically found in dried-up lake beds, but these trees had magically grown from the ground where all the Borax was.

'There's a Borax forest?'

'I have a safe house there,' you finally told him.

'Wait, like are the trees made of borax there?' his forehead creased.

You pursed your lips, 'Where did you say you went to school?'

'Alright, no need to get nasty,' he said. 'If such a thing exists, why didn't we go there from the start?'

'That's where we're headed, genius,' you snarked. 'But some of the oldest monsters extinct on your planet live there. Otherwise, it's the safest place in Purgatory.'

'Are they what drove you out?' Dean asked.

'No. I'm discreet, so we never crossed paths. But when I was hiding from a Leviathan, I headed to the Borax forest which is how they discovered its existence. Let's just say it got ugly and I had to fake my death.'

The Dwarves have lived in that forest since the beginning of Purgatory, but it's next to impossible for a monster to get to admit it because of how ruthless these monsters can be. They put out a BOLO for you when they found out that you were the reason that their safety from the Leviathans was compromised. Unwilling to be caught between fighting two monster groups at the same time, you burnt your favorite safehouse with a monster in it.

You had never bothered to find out which monster group lived in the Borax forest that everyone was so scared of, simply because there had been no need.

'So, what's our plan?'

'The first step we need to focus on is how to reach there safely.'

'Do the forest people have a strong guard?'

'Not them,' you said. 'The perimeter of that patch of the forest is going to be heavily guarded by the Leviathans. When I accidentally exposed the forest, the Leviathans sealed it with the Dwarves in it. It's a family feud and I very conveniently risked the Dwarves who had been happily ignoring me and allowing me to live in their area.'

'So even if we get past the Leviathans, the Dwarves aren't going to be pleased to see us,' he grimaced. 'I'm not going to like your plan, am I?'

'This is a bad idea,' the man complained.

'It's better than what I had,' you calmly chided. 'This was your idea.'

'I said it as a joke,' he protested.

'It was a very bad joke,' you said. 'A good idea. I can't believe I didn't think of it earlier.'

'That's because you're not funny,' he half-joked.

You checked your binoculars again, part of your ever-depleting provisions. Leviathans were patrolling the entrance. To avoid them from smelling you out, you had sprayed yourself and Dean with a foul-smelling liquid you made from some Purgatory herbs. And you had chosen a spot in the trees where you won't be seen or heard.

Dean's idea had been to pelt these creatures with borax-filled water balloons - what a creative inspiration. You had some excess borax stored at one of your other safe houses, it had been a whole day's trip. And you both took another day to make water balloons.

'How many?' Dean inquired.

'Twenty to twenty-five.'

'Fuck,' he breathed out. 'The trap we made—'

'Only subdues fifteen,' you sighed.

'We can't fight ten of them—'

'You?' you guffawed. 'Fight them?'

'I'm a good fighter,' he said, offended.

'Oh, I don't doubt that, darlin'. You've done well for yourself. I laughed because you think you're going down there.'

It dawned on him, 'You're not going down there alone.'

'And why not?' you cocked your head.

'Because—'

'That was rhetorical,' you cut him off. 'I run faster than you. I know this place better than you do. I'll have more of a chance making out alive than you do—'

'No! I'm not letting you walk into this death trap,' he put his foot down.

Such a Dean thing to say. Except his stubbornness didn't stem from his feelings for you, you assumed.

You gave him a mirthless look. 'If you're worried about how you'll not make it out of here without me—'

'How shallow do you think I am?' he scoffed, hurt tainting his expression.

You paused at the unexpected, settling on conveying the least sentimental statement. 'I don't plan on being a martyr. Just trust me.'

'The Leviathans assemble faster than they do on Earth. Even if you behead them all, you won't have much time,' he argued.

'Do you know how to kill a hydra?'

'What?'

'When you cut his head off, you need to burn the head socket so that he doesn't grow back two more heads. And that way you cut off all his heads, killing him.'

'Can you stop answering in riddles?' he said, exasperated.

'Well, I heard from a vampire, who had heard it from a shapeshifter, who got it from a fairy, who had her sources from a Djinn—'

'Is there a point?' he snapped.

'I even tried this once. In Purgatory, if you cut a Leviathan's head, and pour borax over it, it buys you more time,' you concluded. 'At least an hour for each.'

'Oh.'

'Yeah. See? Nothing to worry about.'

He scowled, 'That's hard to believe.'

You patted his shoulder in solace. 'Not impossible. I believe in your ability to believe.'

'Know what's impossible?' he huffed. 'You!'

You grinned, taking that as a compliment.

You then loaded a small bag with about thirty or so balloons. You even tied eight to ten balloons to your arrows, leaving the rest for Dean - there was plenty for him to have fun with.

You were a little unnerved about the plan. If you had been alone, you would have just swung like a Tarzan over the trees and reached where you wanted to. But you couldn't ask that of this Dean. You just hoped they would all chase after you - you liked to think of yourself as worthy of all their attentions. 

You filled your quiver till it was close to bursting. Dean had raided your weapon collection; you had guns, swords, and various assortment of daggers you barely used. You tend to stick to your bow and arrows because it's easier to obtain more arrows around here than anything else, plus you're an extremely good aim.

Dean had been fascinated with your armoury though, and he made it abundantly clear how annoyed he was that you didn't show him all that sooner. He had taken up a gun for himself whose bullets he had dipped in borax, he had extra bullets and magazines too. He also took a set of twin machetes from your collection. A couple of knives that he stuffed in his hunting boots, and a few more in his leather jacket.

As you both silently prepared for the oncoming fight, you kept glancing at Dean. He had a stormy look about him, his jaw clenching and eyes glaring at the floor. You'd seen that look on your hunk of a man several times, enough to be able to venture a correct guess.

'I've fought wars,' you declared.

This Dean's eyes flew to yours. He had no illusions about your unspeakable past; the shell you had retreated couldn't even be broken by a tank, it seemed. But Dean felt special when he was near you, he could sense how you dwindled and granted him a smile that wasn't sarcastic or murderous. He was yet to see you laugh heartily though.

'The Supernatural Wars just weren't small hunts and shit. There were literal battlegrounds, and strategizing within forests. Some we won, some we lost. But we never gave up.' You got a faraway glaze in your eyes. 'Some died, some didn't, but that didn't keep the survivors from fighting some more. You need to stop worrying about me and make it behind that tree line. Just worry about yourself, my love.'

You didn't realize what you called him and Dean didn't mention it; he was perceptive enough to know who his namesake had been to you . . .

Dean swallowed his questions for you. 'It's too bad that you think I can stop worrying about you, sweetheart.'

You'd run out of disagreements.

When you could carry all that you could, you got up, checking one last time through your binoculars.

Now or never.

'All right,' you blew a breath. 'I'm out.'

There were no surprises in Purgatory, per se. You knew you had enemies so you never batted an eye in the face of danger. Until now. When Dean committed the most dangerous acts of all by kissing you.

The seemingly dead organ in your chest hummed back to life, setting prisoner butterflies of your stomach free. Your lips parted in surprise, and he used that as an opportunity to sweep his tongue in, gathering you into his chest. His left hand slipped into your hair, pulling your head back and deepening the kiss even further, while his right one held your hip, keeping you steady.

He pulled back, looking dazed. You gasped in shock as your logic fled and out came a tornado of emotions.

What. The. Fuck?

'Take care, Y/N,' he whispered your name, not daring to steal another kiss from you. 'I'm sorry if I was out of line . . . .'

You did what you always do when you notice danger: you ran. Using a swinging branch, you flew to another tree you had scoped out beforehand and you jumped down from there, into the line of sight of the Leviathans. Like in a film, they turned on you.

'Hi,' you breathlessly said, consecutively clearing your throat. You forced the thoughts of the mind-blowing kiss and a certain hot hunter to recede.

'Any chance you morons can part ways for me and we avoid a fight you'll lose?' you arched a brow. 'I used to be royalty if that helps you all to fall on your knees.'

With a defiant yell, you were attacked. Like a single entity, the Leviathans charged.

Why can't life be easy?

You released three balloon-less arrows, partially beheading the first three Leviathans, subsequently balloons rained down on them and sizzled their wounds.

You had to start running when they were within ten feet of you. When you thought you were at a good distance, you whipped around again, shooting three more arrows. One Leviathan's head was chopped right off because of it, and a balloon was thrown at him from the trees up above.

Another one had climbed a tree, to jump atop you. One more was running to you from your right.

You un-daggered your sheath with your bow hand, placing three arrows with your right hand, all in seconds. You shoot your arrows at the flying Leviathan and side-stepped as he, now in two pieces, crashed to the ground. You ducked a punch from the one who came running at you. You stabbed him in the knee, eliciting a scream from it, and then you rounded him so his back was to your front. You took an arrow from your quiver and pierced his neck from right to left. You burst balloons on both their injuries.

Two more cornered you and you simultaneously battled them, beheading one with a borax balloon arrow and cutting the other one diagonally so his upper half slid to the floor.

And so it went: dodge, kill, balloon, repeat. Unfortunately, it didn't leave a lot of time for you to move to your trap.

Minutes later, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a couple of them had sneaked up the tree you had dropped from, ready to take down whoever was hiding behind the green leaves on the tree opposite that place.

'POUGHKEEPSIE!' you shouted at the top of your lungs, grunting as an oversized Leviathan tried to squash you like a bug. It was the word Dean had told you to use in case you saw someone about to attack him.

You didn't wait to see Dean swinging off the tree into the Borax forest, yelping as he held onto the rope. It would have been hilarious to see him do it, had you not been so occupied. His job was done and much to your relief, he was now safe.

You managed to kill the fatso on you, motivated by Dean's safety, enough that you started running in the direction of the trap again. About half of the Leviathans followed you.

On the way, you struck a rope. It was a backup trap, and the thin fragile tree the Leviathans were going to use to ambush Dean, lost complete sturdiness. They tipped into the forest they had been guarding not too long ago.

You knew one thing for sure, whatever Leviathan crossed into the Borax forest, never left it. You didn't catch the show of their great demises, however, as you finally made it to the trail of the non-Borax trees that led to the trap, with nineteen Leviathans on your tail.

Your speed gave you an amazing headstart, enough that you went without fighting for a good few minutes. Every so often, you would throw a borax balloon over your shoulder, only to hear a scream or yelp along with the sizzling of their skins.

When a Leviathan or four did somehow get in front of you, you beheaded them as quickly as you could manage. They may have also veered you slightly off-course and circling back without raising suspicions was turning out to be quite the task.

En route, you had managed to get a huge gash on your shoulder from a trip you took to the floor, an arrow sticking out of your thigh, and scratch marks on your neck. But you didn't stop. You couldn't.

About fifteen minutes would have passed when you bumped into, none other than Dean Winchester, himself.

'What the fuck are you doing here?!' you panted, holding a stitch in your side as panic set in.

Before you could comprehend it, an evil smirk graced his lips, and his clawed hand plunged into your abdomen.

It took your breath away, your eyes widening in unbridled horror.

Before you could recover, or it could finish you, the head of who you thought was Dean was cut off by the real Dean.

His claw retracted, making you moan in pain. You flinched when the backsplash of the Borax water sprinkled your face.

'Fuck,' Dean shakily whispered, falling to his knees like you.

You swallowed the metallic taste in your mouth, 'One-eighty! Duck!'

You both ducked as a hand swiped the air above you both. Dean twisted on the balls of his feet while crouching, using his machete to decapitate the monster.

You grabbed his arm and started stumbling towards your destination, holding your insides inside, all the while fooling yourself that it wasn't as deep.

'What the hell are you doing here?' you demanded in a crackly voice.

'Told you I wasn't going to leave you alone!'

'You stupid bastard!' you coughed blood. 'You should've shagged ass! I had it!'

'Not a fucking chance!'

You gritted your teeth, your weakened legs slowing down till you practically crashed into a tree as a way to stabilize yourself. Dean's fingers danced over your skin, holding you so you didn't slide down to your ass.

You did a quick mental inventory. Your quiver was empty, only seven balloons were left with you. While Dean had a single machete, but no balloons. Luckily, he seemed almost without a scratch unlike your battered body - you didn't know how much longer you could hold on.

At least the clearing was right up ahead. 

Dean was glancing over his shoulders constantly, you knew you couldn't hold out much longer.

'You just need to go there!' you cried out.

Without warning, he picked you up in his arms bridal style and started sprinting.

You exhaled sharply, both in pain and disbelief. 'What are . . . you doing?!' you wheezed. 'Down! . . . Put me down!'

'You can't run!'

A snarl from behind startled the two of you. You ordered him reflexively, 'Dodge!'

He did just that with you still in his arms. You used your only dagger in your hand to stab the man right into his pelvic bone. You may as well have chopped his thing off, and the monster screamed in immense pain. You grabbed the machete that was still in Dean's hands by its blade. Since Dean couldn't use it, you would.

'Up!' you told him, and he followed your orders, shooting upwards. You righted the weapon in your hand with a flip and gripped its hilt in your palm tightly, swinging it with all your might. You had already taken out a balloon with your free hand and you crashed it into the head socket.

Dean resumed his running without a single look behind, barging into the clearing where the sun's glow was dulled by a giant hanging leaf. This leafy blanket dipped under the weight of Borax water. A few punctures would unleash a borax waterfall on these bloody sons of bitches.

Dean reached the dead center and gently put you down, kneeling by your side, an arm snaked around you protectively. Your vision was swimming by now, and your breaths came out shallower. With a measure of courage, you extracted the broken arrow piece from your leg, biting your lip so hard that you could've drawn blood.

'What do I do?'

'I'm fine,' you gulped your whimpers of pain, resting your head against Dean's chest.

'This is not fine!' he snapped. 'Can you for once act like you are fucking human?'

It struck an old chord in you.

You act like a doll sometimes, Dean had said sadly. Feelings sold separately.

Is that a bad thing?

You can love a doll but it won't love you back.

The shouts of Leviathans surrounded your clearing - you could hazily make out six of them. Dean must have finished off a few while coming to get you, taking them by surprise because they all thought he'd vanished into the Borax forest.

'I need your gun,' you hissed. 'How many bullet . . . left?'

'Four,' he murmured into your hair.

'They're trapped!' someone yelled.

'Out of two hundred?'

'Yeah. That enough?'

They'll have to do.

He handed you his gun, replacing his hand on your abdomen to stem the flow of claret. He cared about you much more anyway.

'Let's finish them off!' someone hooted.

'Any last words?' snarled the one in front of you.

'Look at that,' called another. 'They're gonna shoot us with a gun - how mighty!'

A round of laughs encased the clearing.

Dean wrapped his steel bands around you tightly, almost signifying that they would have to go through him first.

The Leviathans were too smug to notice that they were walking under the shadow of the leave - when each and every one of those bastards was inside the circle, you changed the direction of your weapon and pulled the trigger. Then again, and again in the weak spots of the leafy blanket until the strength of the water tore through and gallons of borax poured down on the unsuspecting creatures.

Dean left your side for a few beats, moving like a whirlwind as he cut off all the heads of the Leviathans with his machete. When he was done, he picked you up again, jogging back towards the Borax forest, all Leviathans rendered useless.

Dean took wrong turns thrice before you guided him back. His lungs were only so capable of carrying both your weights - and he'd only reached halfway.

Your vision was wrestling with black spots, on the brink of falling to unconsciousness. All your last common sense was being utilized to figure out how much time Dean had left.

Because neither of you would make it at this pace.

'Hey, stay with me,' Dean pleaded, his breathing heavy, his stride faltering slightly and his hands shivering under you. 'Stay with me, sweetheart, keep your eyes open!'

'St-Stop,' you begged.

'Y/N—'

'Stop!' you arched your back in one recklessly painful move, almost twirling out of his hold in the process.

He faltered with the imbalance, cursing as he had to prop you down, against the roots of a large, muscular tree.

'Do you have the healing drink?' you rasped, only now wondering about it.

'No,' his throat constricted around the word. 'They'd already destroyed everything on the tree we were in by the time I came out of the Borax forest.' He inhaled sharply as more blood oozed out. 'What do I do?' he searched your eyes for an answer, too dependent on you in Purgatory. 'Is there anything I can—?'

'Leave,' you gurgled out. 'Hunter—'

The sneer ripped from his chest, 'I'm not leaving you here—!'

'Dean!' you said harshly, calling him by his name for the very first time. 'I've already lost you,' you said, slow and deliberate: 'I'm not losing you again.'

'Y/N, please—'

'You were my boyfriend,' you gripped his collar. 'The European Leader, my boyfriend. It was you! And he killed you!' you sobbed with the admission, the last of your barriers falling away. Tears corraled, 'Please. Leave. I did this for you. There's nothing left for you to do . . .'

His eyes welled up, too. 'I'm sorry—'

'I'll find you,' you shook your head as the first tear in years slid down your cheek.

He didn't know if you were saying it for his sake or if you had a plan. For now, he just needed to hear you say it.

'Promise?' he asked, hope glinting just out of his reach.

'Not a martyr, are I?' you whispered.

With much reluctance and a kiss on your head, he had to abandon you. After all, he only had about ten minutes before the Leviathans you beheaded at the very beginning would start to resurrect or whatever it was that they did. And that was the minimum time required for Dean to make it into the forest.

You were inclined to give into the urge of peaceful sleep, letting your head fall back and closing your eyes. The darkness threatened to overwhelm you in your tussle between life and death. Even though you considered death better than what your life had become, you did something only desperation could drive you to.

You prayed. Like Dean was praying as he ran away from you.

You both prayed to an angel in this Purgatory. Dean's friend and your enemy.

You prayed to Cas, unknowing that he was the very Castiel who had betrayed your trust and murdered your family. A whoosh of wind pried your eyelids ajar, Castiel had come in the absence of the man you both were trying to protect.

The last shred of your boundaries shattered, and your past overpowered your present.

A/N: I think the past-me got ambitious with the fight scene, lmao - tried to tame her imagination as much as I could 🤣🤣! Anyway, who saw the angel-sized plot twist coming 👀?

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@stanzie

[multifandombullshitbabes]

I feel like if you hate Haley, you simply lack either comprehension skills, or you genuinely watched the show with eyes and ears covered, cause aint no way.

Was it a shitty situation? Yeah. Was she right for the divorce? Yeah, actually, if they couldn't come to a compromise. That's what happens with relationships, people change, goals change, life changes. That's natural. Is it unfair to make Hotch leave a job he obviously loves? Yes. Is it unfair to assume your family is going to feel ok when you work a dangerous job that makes you absent a lot? Also yes. These realities can and DO coexist!!! The saddest part abt all of this is jack.

Could Hotch maybe trust his team a bit more to pick up some paperwork so he can have more time with his family and not spend extra hours not home? Yes!! But he wouldn't, cuz hes the leader, the protector, the parent, and he would NEVER make his team do work thats his. He'll take the sacrifice of not seeing his family as much. Because it is a sacrifice. He just also didn't want Haley to know how much it truly hurt to be away, cuz then SHE would be in pain for him n would want him to leave more, and then jack would ALSO feel the pain of both his parents.

Its a shitty situation, its sad, its complicated, its full of love, and its so REAL, and it is NOT Haleys fault. Why would y'all blame a mother for wanting the father around more often? Why would y'all blame a wife who doesn't want her husband to go away and never, ever come back?

Its what comes with the job. And sadly, Haley realised she could not do it, she could not be with jack knowing hotch could just be DEAD. Thats CRAZY. Its HORRIFYING. And it is the job.

[stygiansauce]

Hey there! 🐥 Anon here to say I haven't got many coherent thoughts as I am currently going through so much fucking stress for school it's not even funny, I will cry, there is nothing we can do about it and we roll with it my dudes. But my god thank you so much for all the ranchers content as it's kept my sanity up during the end of the school year before summer break coming up <33!!

I absolutely love the sports summer thingy we got going on, I am insane about sports AUs and this is great, mh mhm! Absolutely wonderful stuff I have been seeing going on, I wish I could write so that I could contribute but maybe I can draw them kissing or SMTH at some point eueueueue :')

Btw! I cannot stop thinking, with the whole dynamic thing everyone (besides Tango) has with being protective over baby boy Jimmy Solidarity that someone WOULD walk in on them kissin' so hard and it would range from awkward embarrassment and absolute evil compliance where one of the two just keeps trying to kiss the other while he tries to make excuses for them KKKKKKKKK

Also can I just say how much I love accents in general? I have one and most o' my friends have one cuz ye we speak funny and I just love how they sound in general so I've been HOOKED by southern Tango since the fucking start, i salute you o7

(got no idea if any of my rant has anything coherent in it but we vibin')

Hi chickie!!! Sorry this one took me a bit <3

Sports au summer 🙌 🙌🙌 is birthing so many good aus this summer and I love it. I think the term was coined by kit? I've been working with Bidoof on footballers au (and by working with i mean yapping in dms and clapping my hands when I get updates) and after some deliberation I started sticks (hockey au) and THEN we dragged in kit who dragged in mel. Its a whole mess and I love it so much. Sports au summer has existed for maybe a week and half??? Total???

I have no plans for anyone to walk in on them (yet) but I think sticks ranchers are 100% doing precarious shit that will get them into predicaments. I have a ton of little scenes planned and I just learned I can rearrange works in a series and that means I dont have to write in order yay!!

For a moe walk in on them? Also not planned because jimmy is very private and tango goes out of his way to keep their endeavors personal (a big moment in chapter 6 (maybe)) though if anyone walks in it would be poor Joel who just wants a glass of water (should not be in Jimmys house to begin with)

Thank you!!! I am in love with southern tango. He is my guy. I am him, he is me. Moe ranchers are so heavily based off my own relationship that I just want to hold them so close to me. Southern tango is THE guy to me. No one can top him. Im glad you love him too <3

[richonnefan50]

You ever just think how Billy and Ralph went all those years haven't seen nor speaking with each other after filming the first karate kid movie and it wasn't until after Pat passing that they came back into each other lives and have been inseparable ever since 🥲. Like these 2 were suppose to be best friends the whole time and didn't even know it . Like imagine going trough most of your whole life without one of your best friends not even knowing that person suppose to be your best friend😭❤. Until things happen in life that bring you back to that person .Imma shut up now😭❤...

[drymushroomfics]

Time

Colin Firth x reader

  You stare at your wrist, watching the timer ticking down. One minute; that's how long it takes until you'll be face to face with your soulmate.

You've spent your whole life wondering who it could be. Now, here you are, at a movie premiere with thousands of people as your clock ticks closer and closer to zero. You can feel your head spinning. Your nerves increasing.

You tried to find your close friend, Renne, but she's nowhere in sight.

You look up from your wrist just as you bump into someone's back.

"I'm so sor-", you try to say but there's a buzzing going off in your head.

You can barely hear your own thoughts. You wince for a moment before looking back down.

Your wrist reads 0:00.

You look up at the mystery person you had bumped into.

It's... Colin Firth.

He's staring at you, his hand touching the back of his head.

He must've heard it too, right? He has to know.

"Do you?...", you try to say, but nerves are getting the better of you.

He pulls up his sleeve, looking at his own number.

It reads, 0:00

"I recognize you.", he says.

You look at him confused.

"You're y/n?"

"How could you know that?", you ask, still disoriented.

"Renee talks about you a lot. She's even shown me your picture. She wanted to set me up with you but I figured there was no point considering.", he explains, gesturing to his wrist.

"Ironic, don't you think; Renee setting you up with your apparent soulmate."

"Soulmate... Yes..."

Your meeting is interrupted by an usher letting you know that it's time to find your seats.

"You are seated between Renee and I.", he tells you, placing his hand at the small of your back.

You nod, staying quiet as your head spins.

You don't actually no anything about him and he doesn't know a thing about you apart from what Renee must have told him.

"We're soulmates yet we're total strangers. Could the universe be wrong?", you wonder.

You and Colin find Renee already sitting, a large smile on her face.

"I see you've finally met.", she smirks, taking hold of your wrist and looking at the number before doing the same with Colin.

"You knew?", you ask.

She nods with a smirk, "I noticed a long while ago that your numbers were very close together. I had a gut feeling."

"I still don't know what to make of it.", Colin says, honestly as he takes his seat.

"I don't either. We're strangers but we're meant for each other?", you say, looking at him.

He nods, "But do not take it in any crued way. I can't wait to get to know you... I feel rather lucky that you turned out to be beautiful."

You feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"I'm the lucky one. Look at you!", you say, gesturing.

He laughs a little, returning your blush.

Renee looks at the both of you, happy for her dear friends.

As the movie plays, you can't help but feel distracted. You keep stealing glances at him. At your soulmate. 

He doesn't say but he feels the same. He feels overwhelmed by you. You're beautiful and exactly what he'd dreamed of.

"How about we have dinner after this?", he leans over whispering to you.

"I'd love that.", you repy as his hand slides into yours.

You are so glad to have come to this premiere.

[catinasink]

on one hand i love reading soulmate aus on the other i just. the concept of there being Only One Right Person for yiu makes me want to bite someone /neg

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[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Stares into the distance ob my god superboy prime is like the number 1 mourner of jason todd

[local-toothbrush]

Like everyone else, I completely lost my mind when Chappell said "you're nothing more than his wife". But then I was disappointed to see that the common interpretation tends to stop at "you gave up your identity and all your passions to serve your husband". Like, yes, it means that. Yes, it's about comp het and all that.

But it also means: You are nothing to him but his wife. And that is so much worse. That evokes visceral rage in me in a way that the other part of the interpretation doesn't. You're not his lover, his partner, his friend, his soulmate, his collaborator, the love of his life. Whatever souls are made of, his and yours are NOT the same, they are as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire (<- wuthering heights reference).

So, not only did you sacrifice the most vibrant parts of yourself, but you sacrificed them to someone who doesn't value your sacrifice. And when you finally recognize this massive self betrayal, he will be unmoved by all of your rage and grief; it will hit him like water on rock. He won't even care because you're nothing more than his wife. If anything, he will be angry because it will feel like an attack on your marriage, but more importantly, on his way of life, because to him, "wife" is a position defined by duty to him, not by his feelings for you. For me, the power of this line is in the violence you will feel when faced with his utter indifference to you.

[mudbloodpotter05]

So we had a hard night last night for our Ballum, but tonight was one of the most amazingly sweet moments for them. The honesty. The love. The comfort. Just everything about their conversation tonight, even with Callum and EE finally acknowledging that they haven’t been physically intimate with each other and the love with which that was handled from both Ben and Callum, and how wonderfully Max and Tony portrayed this moment, was beyond brilliant. I love that we are finally getting to the heart of the trauma that Ben went through. This is going to be a long road for him and Callum too as he supports his Ben, but I think it shows amazing growth for Ben and I am so excited to see this love on display and the care with which they are continuing to approach the SA trauma as well as the ED storyline, and the passing of Lola.

The hugs. The kisses. The embrace. This just hit so many wonderful buttons for me and I am so excited to see this play out and see this love continue to be on display. We just need to be mindful that healing doesn’t happen overnight and this will be a journey for our Ben and knowing that Callum will be there to support him, however Ben needs just fills me with so much hope and joy for these characters and their continued journey.

[lovelyhan]

I like that one of the first things you did since coming back was to betray JiHan lmao. lovely lovelysoon it is then (lovelyyoung sounded too off-putting 💀)

Also, I know I said this in the dms but, welcome back and congrats on almost hitting 5k 🥳

oh you'll clown me SO FUCKING HARD when you realize the depth of my wonwoorideulism for the past three months !!!! my lovelysoon era is nothing rj </3

[chikoyama]

so, my chi has been crying a lot about the fact that she’s destined to not have a soulmate. i couldn't bear to constantly imagine her being all sad, so i went to look at some of my wips to see if there was an oc fit for her. only had this guy… and then a fairy mafia boss who seemed even more ill-suited for her. this is how the convo went: me: "uh, u sure u want him? he's kind of…" :| chi: "YES, he's perfect!" owo *runs to hug him around the neck* ziggy: *surprised* "ooh?" *has no idea who she is but circles arms around her waist regardless* "hi babe" owo me: "i- okay…" ig this is how it goes, LOL

istg their interactions in my head are so weird. literally borderlining on insane. (reminds me of mine and sae's interactions. literally, yesterday she talked about deboning her lover when they die so she could put their spine on display at her home. being her first lover, i asked if she’d debone me too in the hopes of a yes, and she said she’d bone me instead). anyway, ziggy is not really designed to be part of the jjk universe. my original thought when i drew him was actually for him to be some sort of immortal dimension hopper with the ability to warp reality. he’s op and really, he’s meant to be an annoying dimension troll. so, maybe one day he just lands in whatever universe chi is in and coincidentally stumbles upon her. because she’s sweet and he likes her, he sometimes returns to visit her to hear about her life and smooch. he wipes her memory of him every time afterwards and gives them back when he sees her again. mostly, he just lets chi live her life until she dies. that’s when he promises to come back for her and bring her with him so they can stay together… until he gets tired of her, but she vowed to stay with him for eons so he wouldn’t have to be lonely and to entertain him. c:

[princessspam]

[cocobabyluv]

Hopeless Romantic Who?!

a smol voice in my head said, YOU!

[softie-rain]

Just had my first coffee of the day and it's 5 p.m.

Am I healing (no i'm not)(how do people do this)(i need caffeine to live)