#summon a demon and write the fic

[highlywastedbluejeans]

(Just remember we’re talking literal demons here, not AI. No need to be unsafe.)

Writers should NOT feel guilty about:

Skipping a day of writing.

Not having a perfect first draft.

Partaking in sinister, arcane rituals for inspiration.

Working at their own pace.

Enlisting demons and/or helpful spirits to aid them with editing.

[ghostbsuter]

It was Halloween, they were in Central City for some candy pickings (if their fathers know, it's too late, they're here and absolutely getting that stomachache in the morning once they're done here.).

Jon— Superboy had Robin in his grip, flying from apartment complex to houses, one ear out for flash, incase the hero accidentally stumbles upon them.

(He's doing some extra patrol, it was Halloween after all.)

It was spooky day and when they finally rest up on a roof, rummaged through their goods, did Robin and Superboy notice the glowing skull at the bottom.

It looked like it could be from gotham, honestly. It was creepy, dirty and Jon has it in his hands, studying and playing with curious spark in his eyes.

"Put that down superboy—! That's clearly cursed!" Robin warns, trying to take the skull, yet the other dances from reach.

"If I rub it 3 times, do you think I get 3 wishes?"

"Those are genies you're talking about, not skulls!"

Not waiting further nor listening, really, superboy rubs the skull 3 times and—

Nothing happens.

"Nothing. Will you pit the damn skull down now?"

Sighing, Superboy does so, until the skull starts glow.

And glowing it is, a bright green, frost growing along the ground and it was beginning to eat the entire apartment if they didn't do anything!

As the cool mist grows, they step and tense as a figure approaches through.

"Congrats, no idea how but you guys found Pariah Darks former skull! So much less work for me now."

[withthewindinherfootsteps]

So we know that Wei Wuxian's treatment after his death was horrible. Even if nothing could impact him directly, there was still neverending slander, hatred, misinformation, theft...

But, for a while after he died, the sects did try to impact him directly – namely, frequently trying to resummon his soul. And today I'll explore the possible reasons for this, their likelihoods, and why I'm so, so thankful that Wei Wuxian's soul managed to resist the summons. Because, spoiler alert (or, you know. maybe not)... none of them are good.

(Long meta ahead)

In my opinion, there are four likely motivations for this: confinement, coercion, torment, and potentially destruction.

Out of all of these, confinement is probably the most likely motivation, at least for most sects (Jins and Jiangs excluded, though it was likely what the Jin sect said their motivations were – but I'll get to them later). This one is the most simple – we know spirit-trapping pouches exist, and we know the sects also placed 120 stone beasts on the Burial Mounds to prevent Wei Wuxian's soul from escaping. Therefore, this seems to be the most likely motivation – and fortunately for Wei Wuxian, probably also the best case scenario, though it still certainly isn't a good one.

For the second, coercion – this is where the Jin sect come in (more specifically Jin Guangshan with the help of Jin Guangyao). Due to their wealth and resources, they're likely the sect who played the largest role in the soul-summoning rituals. We know what they're willing to do to try to gain power – keeping Wen Ning under the pretence he was burned to death and trying to control him with the nails, and working with and helping Xue Yang torture people to help him refine his demonic cultivation, in order to have the Yin hufu fixed. Along with working with many other cultivators, alongside Xue Yang – Jin Guangshan really, really wanted that seal.

And so, Jin GuangShan sought after all those who imitated Wei WuXian in cultivating the ghostly path and gathered them under his rule. He spent a great amount of money and resources and these people, ordering them to study and analyze the structure of the Tiger Seal in secrecy so that they could replicate and restore it. - Villainous Friends extra, EXR

(Note that working with these cultivators very likely happened after Wei Wuxian's soul had failed to be summoned, since this happens some time after Wei Wuxian's death, whereas the soul-summoning ceromonies presumably started happening very close to it.)

In the previous paragraph, he's also quoted as having 'lusted after' the Yin hufu, which we already knew but it's nice to have a direct quote as evidence.

Now, would Wei WuXian willingly work with the Jin sect in doing this? No. We know that, and, given Wei Wuxian's actions in his first life (refusing to hand over the Tally, not being afraid to stand up to the sects, etc), I’m pretty sure Jin Guangshan knows that, too:

He beat around the bush a couple of times, using all his skills, yet Wei WuXian didn’t give in no matter what, and it made him run into a bunch of obstacles. - Villainous Friends extra, EXR

So this could actually make things go two ways. One, I'm wrong and that wasn't actually part of the Jin sect's motivations, since they know they wouldn't be able to control him (and in that case, had they managed to summon him, I could imagine them putting him in a spirit-trapping pouch and doing something similar to what Jin Guangyao did to Nie Mingjue's head. Which, also, not good). Two, it was a part of their motivations, and they hoped to find a way around that. After all, there are other guidao users out there now, and Wei Wuxian would now be a gui*. Also, cultivators can obviously harm ghosts – see the very existence of Night Hunts, and I'd include Xue Yang's talisman-caused destruction of A-Qing as well (while he isn't a traditional cultivator, talismans can be used by everyone).

Now, would either of these methods actually work? I'm inclined to think not really (and I expand on the former method in a note below). Would that stop Jin Guangshan/Jin Guangyao/the cultivators they employ from trying? Especially considering Jin Guangshan's lust for power?

I'm inclined to think no, too.

For the third, look no further than Jiang Cheng's reputation of capturing and torturing demonic cultivators after Wei Wuxian's death, due to thinking they could be him. And this does happen – Jin Ling knows and talks about it, and there's not real motivation for him to negatively lie about someone he loves. Also, when they come across each other at Dafan Mountain, we're told this in Jiang Cheng's inner voice:

A moment ago, Jiang Cheng was certain that this person was Wei WuXian, and all of the blood in his body started to boil. Yet, now, Zidian was clearly telling him that he wasn’t. Zidian definitely wouldn’t deceive him or make a mistake, so he quickly calmed himself and thought, this doesn’t mean anything. I should first find an excuse to take him back and use every possible method to get information out of him. It’s impossible for him to not confess anything or give himself away. I’ve done things like this in the past anyways. - MDZS Chapter 10, EXR translation

This mainly shows that he's tortured people before, rather than that he's tortured people because he thinks they're Wei Wuxian, but this reason is confirmed by Jin Ling in Chapter 24. Of course, the reason is also mentioned in this chapter, and there are other moments in the chapter that illustrate my point better**, but they come from second-hand sources which I know are easier to deny. Do take note of Jiang Cheng's expression both times he comes across 'Mo Xuanyu' (after he suspects he's Wei Wuxian) in Book One***, though:

After a moment, the corners of Jiang Cheng’s lips pulled into a twisted smile. His left hand started to unconsciously stroke the ring [Zidian] again. He spoke softly, “… Well, well. So you’re back?” - Chapter 10, EXR Although his face had always been clouded, marked with arrogance and satire, it seemed as if every corner of it had come alive. It was difficult to determine whether it was vengeful wrath, fathomless hatred, or raving ecstasy. - Chapter 23, EXR

This does seem to line up with what people say his attitude to Wei Wuxian is – there doesn't seem to be any happiness at seeing him again at all. The only time a word that could suggest that ('ecstasy') is used, it's accompanied by 'raving', and considering the context and the other possibilities of his expression, it's... probably not due to happiness at being reunited.

So, considering 1) this, 2) his contribution to the Siege specifically intended to kill Wei Wuxian, and 3) that at the time of frequent soul-summoning Jiang Yanli's death would be even closer for him, I feel pretty confident in saying that yes, this is likely a motivation for the Jiang sect in trying to re-summon Wei Wuxian's soul after his death. And, as mentioned earlier, cultivators can harm ghosts (and we know Zidian is able to remove souls posessing a body from that body, and that Jiang Cheng used Zidian on 'Mo Xuanyu' in Chapter 10. If it wasn't able to restrain/harm ghosts, or other methods weren't able to, why would he risk Wei Wuxian's soul escaping?).

And finally, option four: destruction. We're heading into much more speculative territory here, so don't consider this on par with the first three. But consider this:

We know there are some spells, like Xue Yang's talisman used on A-Qing and the body-offering ritual, that can ruin the returning soul’s reincarnation cycle by destroying it. Therefore, soul destruction is possible.

The 'main'/supposed reason for summoning Wei Wuxian's soul back is to stop the "cultivation world, or even all of mortal land" from being "faced with the most insane damnation and revenge, sinking into nothing but chaos and despair" when Wei Wuxian inevitably returns. While, as mentioned above, I severely doubt this is the motivation for certain sects – and to me is likely a rumour which the Jins (again, especially Jin Guangsha) fanned the flames of to justify summoning Wei Wuxian back for their own purposes**** – there are other sects which would take it more seriously.

Although likely disrespectful, people already thought it served Wei Wuxian right to die without his body intact by the time of the second siege – something believed to negatively affect your reincarnation in your next life*****. This is only the logical next step, and I'm pretty sure the vast majority of people would believe that, again, it would serve Wei Wuxian right, or would at least lead to less harm of the world in the long run.

For these reasons, I could definitely see this as an option for some sects, especially the sects who consider themselves more 'righteous' (cough cough the Nies under Nie Mingjue cough cough). After all, evil is evil and good is good, and the evil deserve what's coming to them. And what better way to prevent that than from preventing his soul from returning at all? So for the Nie sect – and likely some of the smaller sects involved in the Siege, since among them, additudes probably vary – yes, I do think it could be a motivation.

I’m not as sure about the Lans being willing to go this far, and that’s largely for two reasons. One, Lan Wangji’s presence and his relationship to Lan Xichen, who does (not always, but he does) let this affect how he treats Wei Wuxian. An example of this is that, when Wei Wuxian's return is made public, Lan Xichen does let him hide and shelter at the Cloud Recesses instead of trying to pursue him, likely majorly due to Lan Wangji. I'd argue that the aftermath of the Nightless City also acts as an example of this, although it definitely isn't perfect. But though he, Lan Qiren and the 33 elders do come to find Lan Wangji and do not let him continue to shelter Wei Wuxian (after they see Lan Wangji's feelings), Lan Xichen doesn't use this opportunity to kill/capture Wei Wuxian, despite Lan Wangji being in a worse condition due to having fought 33 elders, Wei Wuxian being catatonic, and Lan Qiren likely supporting this outcome (especially considering he was the one who led the Lan sect in the Siege – chapter 68, Wei Wuxian's POV). And he did let Lan Wangji take Wei Wuxian back to the Burial Mounds after:

After he went out of his way to send you back to Burial Mound and returned in such low spirits to receive his punishment, how long he kneeled before the Wall of Rules! - Chapter 99, EXR

Again, this was right after the Nightless City massacre – there isn't any goodwill towards Wei Wuxian at this point in time.

Of course, the Lan sect did participate in the siege after Lan Xichen knew of Lan Wangji's feelings towards Wei Wuxian, which Lan Xichen was no doubt a part of (although Lan Qiren lead the Lan sect in the siege, Lan XIchen had to have at least known/given his support, if not participated.) And it should be considered that Lan Xichen letting Wei Wuxian shelter at the Cloud Recesses was after Wei Wuxian had been back for a while, and had not caused the downfall of the Cultivation World, like many suspected he would after his death. And of course, as stated previously, his handling of the aftermath of Nightless City wasn't perfect either (though please note that his main motive here was to protect Lan Wangji from being potentially executed, rather than anything about Wei Wuxian himself). So caring about Lan Wangji doesn't mean he won't harm Wei Wuxian. But I do think he could find bringing Wei Wuxian's soul back to completely destroy it a bit excessive. There is, though, the chance that the elders of the Lan Sect would react to this differently, and of course they would have a sway on both Lan Xichen and the Lan sect as well.

The second reason is smaller, but there seems to be more focus in the Lan sect than in others when it comes to letting ghosts rest peacefully/helping them move on. And that could definitely lead to more resistance to the idea of summoning a soul back to destroy it as well, which could especially impact the elders. So I'd assume that the Lan sect would be the most likely sect to summon Wei Wuxian's soul back just for confinement, or just for some way of making sure any resentment is disippated, his spirit moves on, and he can't cause more harm to the world (eg via Inquiry)******. Not that he would or does as a ghost or as a reborn person, but that's unfortunately not relevant to this.

But yes, as a motivation for the Nie Mingjue-led Nie sect? Absolutely.

So, these are the main motives I suspect to be behind the attempted summoning of Wei Wuxian's soul after his death (and if I've missed any, please let me know – I'd love to have a discussion). And, of course, none of them lead to anywhere good. Because of course it wasn’t enough to besiege Wei Wuxian, murder the 50 non-combatants he was responsible for (and throwing them into the blood pit as a mark of disrespect because why not?), and lead to his death via him getting torn apart. It wasn’t enough to steal all his inventions, and use them commonly while still slandering him with no reprieve – or to steal his notes and give them to people like Xue Yang to study (Villainous Friends, again) and to use for their own, extremely extremely harmful, purposes. Of course, the cultivation world has to try to harm Wei Wuxian after death as well ((:

We don't know whether Wei Wuxian rejecting the summoning ceremonies was conscious or unconscious, but if it was the former, these are very likely reasons he refused to return in this way. If it was unconscious – for example, maybe during the frequent soul-summons his soul was in a weakened state due to him dying from a backlash of resentful energy and getting torn apart, and it healed over time but not before the soul-summoning rituals stopped – well, I can only be thankful.

Finally, let me leave you on the thought that – although it may well have happened since we don't spend much time in the immediate aftermath of the Sunshot campaign – there isn't even any textual mention of this happening to Wen Ruohan. Who, while not being a guidao user, was still very dangerous, still an extremely powerful cultivator, and still had a lot of reason to feel resentment. So.

:')

Thank you for reading!

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*Considering what we see of how Wei Wuxian's guidao functions – redirecting the ghosts'/corpses' resentment into doing something they'd want to do, eg attacking people, and directing it towards a target – I'm not sure using it to force a spirit to do something 1) extremely specific, and 2) explicitly against their will would actually work. Iirc the closest thing we get to this in text is Wei Wuxian using the corpses of Wens to attack other Wens in the Sunshot Campaign, but he's still just directing their resentment to a target of his choice, and fierce corpses do tend to be on the less concious side of things (hence why Wei Wuxian had to awaken Wen Ning's consciousness). Considering how Wen Ning attacks Wei Wuxian and the Burial Mound Wens before his consciousness had fully awoken, I... really don't think those fierce corpses were able to differentiate (or didn't care).

Meanwhile, ghosts seem to be a bit more in control of themselves – see A-Qing, and Wei Wuxian's own descriptions of his ghost self.

That, alongside ghost!Wei Wuxian being able to resist his soul-summoning and the fact that pretty much all of the new guidao users are a lot weaker than he was, does make me think that this this wouldn't work. I do wonder about Xue Yang, since his methods are pretty different as well, but he's more of a modao user than a guidao user (he controls living corpses rather than dead people) and I don't think you can insert physical nails into ghosts?? Though if he was specifically instructed to figure out some way to control ghost!Wei Wuxian (who's probably kept in a spirit-trapping pouch in this scenario), he might be able to do something at least. Though also he was also struggling to piece Xiao Xingchen's ghost soul back together, so he may struggle with those areas?

Well, whatever the potential outcome, I'm so so happy once again that Wei Wuxian's soul managed to resist the soul-summonings...

**Mainly this:

Everyone in the cultivation world knew that the young leader of the Jiang Clan watched out for Wei WuXian in an almost crazed manner. He would rather catch the wrong person than let go of any possibility, and took anyone who seemed like they held the soul of Wei WuXian away to the YunmengJiang Sect, inflicting severe torture on his victim. If he wanted to take someone back, the opposition would surely lose half of their life. - Chapter 10, EXR

But I have heard people say 'you can't prove that it's just more rumours' before, and I wanted my evidence to be as watertight as possible.

(And, off-topic... isn't it really sad how Jiang Cheng, in the present day, is described as young? Because, for a clan leader, he is. And another thing he is, is close in age to Wei Wuxian – who was killed 13 whole years prior :') )

***And do note that the only other time they run into each other before Wei Wuxian's identity is revealed to the world apart from this is their brief interaction at Jinlintai, where he can't just act however he wants. The next time they run into each other after it, Jiang Cheng is literally taking part in another siege against him, and still extremely hostile ("surrounded by hostile energy, face insidious, staring straight at him" – from EXR chapter 60). Then he loses his spiritual powers and can't do anything. By the time he regains his powers, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji and the Wen remnants' corpses have saved everyone during the Second Siege, and though public opinion hasn't properly shifted quite yet, it will soon after Sisi and Bicao tell the story of Jin Guangyao, and voila, a new scapegoat (do note that he doesn't completely bar Wei Wuxian from entering Lotus Pier after the Second Siege, though). Plus, throughout it all, Lan Wangji is still constantly present, which makes it hard for Jiang Cheng to really do anything. And then he's finally faced with the Golden Core reveal, which does alter his motivations towards Wei Wuxian (obviously the resentment is still there – read chapter 102 – but it's also mixed with other complex emotions, and he seems to start being able to move away from that a little in Chapter 103). I still definitely wouldn't describe Jiang Cheng's attitude towards him as positive, but it isn't at the point it was at the start of the novel (eg Chapter 10).

But even if his attitude does change, or would for whatever other reason apart from the reveal, that still doesn't change an initial motivation so isn't relevant to this meta. We know his intentions at the start.

****It's also possible they may have originated it, but I think WWX's reputation was bad enough for it to form naturally. Though you can trace a major part of that back to them, too.

*****That belief isn't outright stated in MDZS, but the fact people are specifically talking about the status of WWX's body in the aftermath of his death suggests that this belief does have some grounding in the MDZS universe, at least? And we know MXTX has included it in TGCF (though that doesn't mean it's definitely in MDZS), so she has used it in her works. If this isn't the case in the MDZS universe I am sorry (although that could also mean there's less importance placed on not disturbing the reincarnation cycle in the world of MDZS...? Which would work towards my original argument) – I don't want to spread misinformation that something is definitely true, I just think there's evidence to suggest it is true, which isn't the same thing.

******Again, I think this would depend on who ends up having more influence over who in the Lan sect. After all, normal resentful spirits only do what they do because of their resentment in death, whereas Wei Wuxian is 'dangerous' because of who everyone thinks he was in life – so him being reborn naturally could also 'cause a lot of harm to the world' during the time period this version of him would live in, unlike the resentful ghosts they appease. This could definitely lead to many advocating for confinement, I think.

[a-writing-otter]

“Now we just go in there, with bats swinging, and we—“

“Slow your roll, Mabel.”

The gates open and Bill has to squint against the bright, pulsating, technicolor lights of the glen. He holds a hand up to shield his eyes as an over pronounced “neigh” is shouted into the air, the unicorn in question shaking its mane back and forth as it stands up proudly beside the babbling water.

“Welcome to my realm of— You!”

Mabel takes three strides forward with her crossbow in hand, but stops when Bill puts a hand out to stop her.

“Quit the drama, Celeste,” he tells the unicorn flatly.

Celesteabellabethabelle and Bill regard each other for a few moments. It squints at Bill before its eyes go wide.

“Bill?!”

He raises his hand to give a wave with a grimace.

“What’re— What’re you— Why are you here?!”

He folds his arms and then starts to tick off on his fingers.

“Tried to take over the universe, got taken down by meddling kids and their pet grunkles, was sent to prison, flunked out of prison, was sent to this universe to do community service, and now my ex-boyfriend wants to turn me into a living beacon so he can take over the world.” Bill pauses for a second before looking down at Mabel. “Am I missing anything?”

“We’re here to take her hair?”

“Oh! Right. We need your hair.”

“What?! I’m not just going to give you my hair! In order for a lock of my hair, you need to be a maiden of—“

“Yeah, yeah, pure of heart,” Bill waves it off. “I remember that whole scam you set up in your realm.”

He leans down to Mabel, a hand put against his mouth as he speaks to her in a stage whisper.

“You know, they used to be from another dimension pulling this shit before everyone got pissed and they were able to bleed over here. Anyway!” He straights up and looks at Celesteabellabethabelle, “Either you give us a lock of your hair so we can do what we need to do, or I set this thirteen year-old on you.”

“And I’ve got so much pent up puberty rage!”

The three of them regard each other for a moment, Celeste looking put out, Mabel looking bloodthirsty, and Bill is kind of proud of the look on Mabel’s face. He really is starting to rub off on these kids, he thinks.

Or puberty is more of a bitch than he gave it credit for.

He prefers to think it’s the first one.

[forgottenvice]

Blood is thicker

AO3

The echoes of footsteps and laughter grew distant as Sanji sucked in each breath, his ribs ached and he could feel the warm sticky wetness of blood seeping onto the cold stone floor.

It was his blood.

He pushed himself up to his elbows but the heavy metal mask pulled his head down until the iron clanged harshly against the cold stone. Sanji winced. Not only did the sound hurt his ears but his head vibrated within the metal making the rest of his body shake. Each bruise, artfully gifted to him by his brothers, throbbed painfully.

He didn't understand why it was always the three of them against him; well he did, sort of. He was the failure. What he didn't understand was why no matter how hard he worked or how he tried he would always be the failure. He was one of a set of four but he never seemed to fit in, so they had simply stopped making room.

There had always been room with his mom, she never called him a failure. She'd eat everything he tried to cook for her, and give him a hug whenever he asked.

He wished he had asked more.

He'd never get one of those hugs again.

When that thought hit him, so did the tears. He'd tried hard to hold them back while his brothers were around; all they would have gotten him was more mocking calls of ‘failure’ and ‘crybaby’. But he'd heard the dungeon door close and their echoing laughter had left with them. He was alone, which meant no one was around to hear him cry.

He was so tired of being alone.

He watched the blood smear across the floor when he finally pulled himself off of it, and that's when he'd gotten the idea.

Maybe he didn't have to be alone.

He couldn't remember where he'd found the book; probably in the library while he had been hiding from his brothers, long before he'd been sentenced to obscurity in the dungeon. But that didn't matter, he did remember what was in it.

It had made grand promises, power, strength, fortune, everything his fa-- Judge had ever berated him for lacking. Reading it had been almost like a dream come true. Except as with everything it came with a catch.

When you ask for something you must offer something of equal value, or so the book said. At the time he didn't want to risk anything he had of such worth, but with his mother gone... Well now he just hoped whatever he had would be enough.

The ritual itself wasn't that hard; he was already bleeding and it had stated that the circle would need to be drawn in blood, so he carefully placed each symbol as perfectly as he could remember.

He'd kept the book, hiding it under the floorboards in his room, reading it over and over trying to decide if it was worth it. So even though he didn't have it sitting directly in front of him he had already memorized the instructions and diagrams.

While he drew he tried not to think of his mom, she was the only one who'd cared about him and he wanted that back, someone who smiled when he entered the room, called his name in that special way that made sure he knew she loved him. The steady tap tap of his tears hitting the iron kept him company as his fingers slid across the stone. Whenever he needed more blood he just pressed against the cut on his arm and a fresh wave of the stuff coated his fingers.

He tried to steer his thoughts away from his mom and towards what it was he'd be summoning. The book had called them demons, going on about how they couldn't be killed by normal means, sickness wouldn't affect them, and only the most legendary of weapons could cut them. That meant Sanji wouldn't lose them, which was an exciting prospect. Nobody would be able to take them away from him, and maybe they'd even like his cooking.

His brothers wouldn't be able to hurt them, and since he was using his own blood for the ritual they would be connected to him, apparently for eternity, which seemed like a long time. That should be long enough for Sanji.

It wasn't easy putting the whole thing together. One of his eyes had swelled up to the point that it was pressing painfully against the helmet, he had to be particular about how he moved so as not to smudge anything, and the metallic smell was impossible to ignore. He had to carefully maneuver under his cot because the small cell barely had enough space for him to fit in the circle.

When it was finished he pulled himself up onto the cot looking down at the lines. It wasn't perfect; anything he did rarely was, and it was hard to see in the dim light of the cell but it was all there, well almost all of it.

He needed to figure out which demon he was summoning. The book told him he'd need the demon's symbol but it hadn't actually given him any to choose from. Eventually he decided to draw three lines in the center of the circle. Three just like his name, hopefully that would call him a demon that wouldn't hate him.

The only thing left to do was to make some sort of offering, then he would chant the words and he'd never be alone again. Sanji didn't have much, he'd been locked up for weeks but he had been given a small meal of rice and fish, and by some miracle his brothers hadn't kicked it over during their 'visit', it was the meal he'd been given most often but it just didn't seem like enough.

But it was all he had, so he decided to work on the presentation of it. He worked the rice around the fish into a small triangle. It wasn't perfect but it mostly looked like onigiri. It was one of the snacks he had wanted to try and make for his mom before she-

He sniffled, he tried to rub his nose but the stupid helmet was in the way, but that was probably for the best. He shouldn't be handling food with dirty fingers. Instead he focused on trying to make sure his rice balls were perfect, if they were he'd have a new friend who couldn't leave him. He tried to shake away the morose thoughts and returned to his task.

They ended up looking a little lumpy, and he didn't have any mayonnaise or salt to help with the flavor. He vaguely remembered the recipe called for both, but the rice didn't quite stick right either so he wouldn't worry about it, at this point it was the best he could too.

He was a little hungry, but the food was better off going to whatever he summoned, it wasn't like he was very good at fitting the food through the grate of his mask, and he hated when small pieces like crumbs or grains of rice fell down and got stuck under his chin.

He placed the meager dish in the center of the circle and tip-toed over the already completed lines until he could reach his cot and climb above the completed design. He took a breath, pushed on the aching slash in arm. It still had blood to give but was achingly sore from being milked for the process. By that point his nostrils couldn't catch anything but the metallic tang of iron that filled his small cell, the usual damp salty scent overpowered by the sanguine monstrosity that covered the floor.

He hoped this worked because he didn't have much beyond his own shirt to clean it up if it didn’t. And if his brothers found the mess that’s what he’d be forced to use. 

It was ready, only one thing was missing. He took another deep breath before he held out his bloodied hand and began chanting the words he'd only been able to read before. They were in a strange language, one he hadn't been taught, he probably pronounced something wrong but he would just have to hope that it would still work.

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[bones-of-a-rabbit]

infodumps abt a new au idea (the demon-familiars au, or the un-familiars au)

TL,DR: Reader is a witch/wizard hired by a town to handle a poltergeist/demon problem (Vanny has a cult and is trying to summon demons lol), but they aren't very good at being a witch/wizard and after a bunch of 'throwing things at the wall to see if anything sticks' and absolutely nothing working, they, in a panic, kind of accidentally summon Sun and Moon, who are equally shocked to see them and after a bunch of staring at each other like ?????????? reader ropes Sun and Moon into helping them and hides them in plain sight as their 'familiars' until they've taken care of the demonic cult problem, promising to send them home as soon as things are ok again. PLOT TWIST THEY GET ATTACHED TO EACH OTHER AND KISS PROBABLY HAHAHAAAAAA

(the long initial ramblings/brainstorming i did w the space aces in discord is copy-pasted below, if anyone wants only vaguely coherent ideas n concepts abt this au and ur willing to torture urself, go nuts w it ig lol)

taken directly from the space aces discord, i present: the reason all of my aus are barely coherent and somehow overly thought through and barebones all at once, as shown by the following example (unfamiliars au edition)

weird silly demons/familiars Sun Moon au where Reader is a (less than talented) amateur witch/wizard trying to lie themselves into a position of relative security (bc theyve had to move three different times bc towns shun n drive away witches/wizards that proves to be unhelpful) and they werent actually trying to summon sun n moon so they end up getting them involved in their scheme but oops there is some kind of other demonic threat that is actually a big problem and oops oops now we have to seriously work together to not get killed by the other eviller demon or the cult summoning it while also fooling the townsfolk into thinking that u r competent and have everything under control

Sun and Moon, a couple of demons just chilling when suddenly summoned to the material world: what in the heck Reader, having just performed a spell/ritual they've never read the instructions for backwards and facing the wrong cardinal direction: SHUT UP AND PRETEND TO BE MY FAMILIAR FOR A MINUTE OR WE ARE BOTH GONNA GET KILLED, BURNING-ON-A-CROSS STYLE

hhhgj i just had. a rlly sappy idea for the 'familiars' part

basically like. witches n wizards naturally end up casting their own 'summoning' spell for their familiar at some point, most of th time when they are really starting to understand and control their magic? so to see a witch or wizard without one it's like 'wow they're a beginner' or 'something is wrong with them, why dont they have a familiar??'

so Reader asks Sun n Moon to pretend to be their familiars partly bc 'uh oh i summoned two whole entire demons without even meaning to i have to make this look intentional' and 'if i have a familiar the people will assume im a Real Witch/Wizard and respect me more'

and at one point when they r getting to be like, actual friends instead of 'weird roommates', Sun gets curious bc ofc he does

Sun: Soooo,, we're your pretend-familiars? Reader: Yea Sun: Sooooooooo,, do u not have a familiar? I've never heard of a wizard with no familiar Reader, visibly upset/disappointed (in themselves): Yeah, well, it turns out it's only the witches and wizards with actual skills that can summon familiars. So. Couldn't tell you if I've got one or not, I've never managed a proper summoning spell. Sun, foot in his mouth: oh,, Reader: Yep.

and then later. It turns out. There are ways to make a demon into a familiar! Turns out in the distant past some wizards used to make demons they frequently summoned for spell/magic services into familiars bc it was way easier than just doing the entire summoning ritual every single time

but at this point, Reader and Sun n Moon are close enough to be good friends, and Reader doesnt want to force that kind of permanent connection on them, they probably just want to go home, theyre probably sick of being here and being around u, and,,, u get the idea

and Sun n Moon dont wanna force that kind of permanent connection on YOU bc what if ur sick of them, or ur tired of feeding and housing them or putting up with their jokes n bickering, or maybe after everything u really dont want anything to do with demons!!!

so there's a lot of sad pining that none of them know abt

bc ofc they r all idiots in this au sorry thems the rules

and then at some point there is some big threat/place they have to go to, or maybe Reader gets injured in a fight, idk take ur pick, anyway in a heat of the moment panic Moon is like 'HEY U WANT US TO BE UR FAMILIARS RIGHT??' and reader like barely conscious is like 'w??? yea??????' thinkin he means the pretend thing theyve had going on

anyway spur of the moment/'im doing this to save ur life bc i love u' familiar binding spell/ritual performed BAM now ur stuck together

and when everything is calm again n the fighting is over reader looks at Moon and is like 'so ur like,, my actual familiar now,,' and Moon, sweating bullets, unsure if this is rlly what u wanted or if u went with it out of fear of dying, is like 'yyyyyyyyyes?'

and reader starts bawling their eyes out and kisses him bc this is like. th dream scenario to u

anyway reader n sun n moon are th worlds least likely wizard/familiars combo but somehow they r absolutely unstoppable together thank u for coming to my tedtalk

[likeshipsonthesea]

how dare i, of my own volition, go and read a jiang cheng centered fic so good it has taken any interest i had in my current, wei wuxian centered wip and turned it into mournful wails of shidi!!!!

[mrspasser]

New chapter for 'Summoning a demon'!

One of my fics that has a special place in my heart, is my Sterek fanfic 'Summoning a demon'. It all started with the fun little idea of Stiles summoning a demon (Derek) to help him beat a video game and things unfurled from there. It's fun, it's fluffy and it has the growing friendship (and more?) between a human and a demon who is sometimes a hellhound.

The story's been sitting in my WIPs for almost two years, patiently waiting for me to add another chapter.

And now I did!

[llondonfog]

[knifwp]

Prompt #38

A friend group of middle schoolers creates this religion and they start praying to a God that they read about in an eerie book as a joke. This deity visits them because they are the first people to follow them in a long time. Cue madness and use an all-powerful god for a group of middle schoolers’ pranks. In the end, the god turns out to be taking the other children’s (in their class) life forces to get more powerful. The kids learn about this and have to work together to stop the god. 

[mothknight42]

a little trans bayojeanne scene below the cut, from a WIP I am working on

Jeanne watches Bayonetta bring a hand to her jaw, two fingers pressed gently just to the left of her chin, eyes focused on the children in the street below. It’s an old, nervous habit, back from the early days of their teenage years where the stubble would irritate her skin and Jeanne could reliably find her best friend in front of a mirror scowling at her reflection, shaving razor in hand.

She had spent late hours alone pouring over tomes in order to find a solution back then, determined to bring an end to the frustration. In the end, it had been her first successful spell modification (the conspicuous missing patches of hair on her legs that would never grow back the remaining proof of her early tests). She had presented it as a birthday gift for Cereza that year. It is with an undeniable fondness that she recalls the look of gratitude and love in her eyes, how Cereza had clung to her for long moments, assuring her that it was the best gift she had ever received. 

She remembers before then with a deep fondness too - the bold kisses she had pressed to the edges of her cheek and jaw, stubble coarse and pleasant against her lips, assuring Cereza of her beauty. Even clearer in her mind are the blushes they would both sport for long minutes after, hands tentatively brushing, too afraid to do anything more, to acknowledge what was blossoming between them. It feels silly, that for how far they’ve come Jeanne still feels like her younger self, blushing hopelessly over the woman she loves, still unable to do more than stare in awe. 

[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 24: Fire

It wasn’t often that Marvin got sick, he had a naturally stronger immune system but when he did get sick it was awful. He ached and it felt like even breathing hurt, he was so dazed and his brain so fogged that he could barely focus or think straight. He was hot, he felt like he was on fire even with medication to reduce fever even if his body shuddered with chills that left him underneath several blankets, he was so weak he only had the energy to go to the bathroom and to hold himself up to shower. He barely had any sort of appetite even if he swallowed down broth and water. Realistically he should’ve called Henrik by now but he didn’t want to be a bother.

He was in and out of sleep, that state of sick where you’re more between dream and reality because you can’t tell the difference due ti how your brain reacts to sleep when sick. But he jolted a bit at the sudden boom of thunder, the sound of rain pelting against his bedroom window. He panted softly, trembling from the fright as well as the feverish chills, the lights had gone out.

Marvin groaned softly and just slumped back into bed, he was too tired to deal with this….The sound of…giggling? made him clench his eyes shut, he was delirious from fever. He was alone in his apartment… he suddenly gasped at the sound of a match being struck. The scent of smoke faded into familiar relaxing lavender and the light of a candle glowed against a hand.

He had to be dreaming again, he had to be. It was so hard to keep his eyes open as he tried to look at who held the candle. His brows furrowed, he thought…but it couldn’t be…his voice was raspy and weak as he tried to speak above a whisper.

“Jack?…”

There was a soft shush and the magician whined softly at the gentle hand in his sweat soaked hair, his blue purple eyes fluttered closed a moment as Jack spoke sweetly.

“Sorry Marv I know this is unexpected, it took me a bit to find your apartment. But I heard you were sick…ya poor t’ing…all alone here.”

Marvin tried to remember when he’d told Jack his apartment, let alone how he’d gotten here in the rain, the Youtuber had been busy since Marvin had…sort of popped up a few months ago. He was still practicing his tricks when he had the time, but being sick he’d not had the energy. He couldn’t help but lean into the sweet contact, he’d missed hanging out with the Septics…

Had Jack’s nails grown out? They scratched at his scalp gently and it felt really nice…he started ti purr weakly and blushed as Jack chuckled fondly.

“Here we go, yeah bet that feels better huh? Jus’ a big kitty cat ain’t ya Marv? Ya get a bit o’ attention and ye melt, cute~ I’m curious though, ye ever wonder why ya get so sick like t’is?”

Marvin hadn’t really thought about it, he just assumed that it was a thing he’d have to deal with, like Henrik needing glasses or Chase’s clumsiness. He shook his head softly. Jack hummed softly in thought and kept petting and softly scratching his scalp as the magician tried to purr louder. He knew it should’ve been embarrassing to being treated like….well a cat, but he had felt awful before and this was nice, he could deal with it right now.

“I was gonna tell ye t’is next I had you over Marv but…I think right now is a better idea. It’ll help you get better. The reason you get sick so much, so often, why yer sick right now…it’s because you have real magic. It’s trying to come out but you’re not ready yet….I could help if you wanted me to, it’d make the fever stop…it’d make all the awful sick go away.”

Marvin was half convinced he was dreaming now even as he heard the storm continue to pour down, real magic? Him?!? He could barely do card tricks right, the simplest sleight of hand he screwed up! He-he couldn’t have magic, he’d just mess it up, hurt someone! He whined a bit as he tried to open his eyes again another soft shush…closer to his ear now, stopped him. The hand in his hair smoothed it back from his face tenderly.

“Oh don’t be so certain Marv, yeah sure you’re not the best at tricks, yet. But that’s because ya don’t have your full potential unlocked…t’ink o’ it huh? Power at yer fingertips, ya can do whatever ye set yer mind to, snap o’ yer fingers it would happen. Everyone would know yer name Marvin.”

His breath hitched a little at that, a mix of guilt and desire warred in his chest. He knew that it hadn’t been that long since his first video and things took time, he knew he did have fans but…he wanted more. He wanted to be in the spotlight, he couldn’t help it he’d literally manifested like this…he was a showman at heart. As if hearing his thoughts, Jack continued to speak low…almost alluring? When had his accent thickened?

“What a show it’ll be Marv~ You’ll amaze and inspire anyone who sees ya, make ‘em believe in magic again. You’ll be truly magnificent, and all ye gotta do…is lemme help ye…ye’ll owe me only one little t’ing. T’ats fair ain’t it? A little favor fer helpin ye when ye need it most….when no one else did… we ain’t really so different ye know~”

Marvin felt like he couldn’t focus, he couldn’t think straight. The fever, the untapped magic, burned under his skin, his veins felt like they’d boil over. The rain felt like white noise against his senses. He couldn’t do anything but listen as Jack spoke….was this Jack? Who was it? It couldn’t be any of the other Septics…unless he was newly manifested?…but he was offering the magician everything he’d ever wanted…in exchange for a favor.

It was too good to be true, there had to be a catch…but he wasn’t in any situation to say no, he couldn’t keep his desires secret forever. He opened his eyes as much as he could, unfamiliar hypnotic green was lit by candlelight and a familiar yet strange face was close to his. His heart started to race, adrenaline pounded in his veins in subconscious response to a danger he was just now registering. He licked his lips and spoke as softly as his weakened body would let him.

“How…could you help me? Who are you?…”

Fangs flashed in the low light and the other chuckled low and purred amidst static and the rumbling thunder of the storm.

“Jus call me a friend fer now~ Now…let’s get yer magic unlocked huh? I’m sure yer tired o’ being sick.”

Before he could say anything else, ask any other questions that were starting to form through the fevered haze, there was this pulse of static through his body that made him arch. This feeling of his body not being his own, of being a passenger in his own head, for several terrifying moments.

Then the fire erupted from under his skin and every nerve ending broadcasted pain.

Marvin didn’t have the breath to scream as he writhed in agony, ethereal colors snapped and lashed out like tongues of flame, he felt his body changing. His eyes felt different, the colors around sharp and bright like it was the middle of the day and not past midnight. His ears shifted position to his head, growing fur? Pain in his lower spine as it seemed to elongate…a tail? His nails sharpened into claws and his teeth sharpened to points. It felt like his heart was going to give out from the pain…

Then like a pressure valve, the pain started to ease. He started to feel better…the fever he’d been languishing in broke as he panted for air, he was exhausted but he felt energized at the same time. The rain started to let up…he looked up at the green eyed stranger to thank him, ask questions but he wasn’t there… there was a note next to the candle that was almost out.

Remember, a favor for a favor~

[moniesmonsters]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Bleach Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Ulquiorra Cifer/Grimmjow Jaegerjaques Characters: Ulquiorra Cifer, Hisagi Shuuhei, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Kurosaki Ichigo, Shawlong Koufang, Inoue Orihime, Szayel Aporro Granz, Aizen Sousuke, Urahara Kisuke, Ichimaru Gin, Nnoitra Gilga Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Blood and Gore, Violence, Murder, Attempted Murder, Dismemberment, Eventual Relationships, Eventual Sex, Execution, Eye Trauma, Mouth trauma, Cannibalism, Demon Summoning, Demon Deals, Revenge, Betrayal, Slow Burn, Two Fics For The Price Of One, Yakuza, Doctor Ulquiorra Cifer Summary:

Grimmjow finds himself at a crossroads and learns he isn’t the only one. When planning revenge, it’s best to dig two graves.

[activevirtues]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Stede Bonnet, Lucius Spriggs, Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Roach (Our Flag Means Death) Additional Tags: Stede Bonnet Needs a Hug, the real magic was the friends we made along the way, Eventual Smut, Summoning Circles, Do You Think They Speak Ecclesiastical Latin?, Alternate Universe - Magic, @ofmdjanuaury 2023 Summary:

“Oh, man. Did you… did you ask the sea for its gift while you were actually on the sea? …Mate.” The creature took a step toward Stede, then another, until Stede was backed up fully against the desk. “You didn’t read anything in the book but the spell, did you?”

“I - I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Stede squeaked, leaving dignity fully behind him. No wonder his apprentice had threatened so many times to leave him.

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In which Stede is not a very good sorcerer, and Ed is the sea demon whose summoning he didn't get quite right.

[spitdrunken]

man. still have NOT managed to get my hands on the book of bill because it's sold out literally everywhere over here, but have any of you seen the new 'how not to draw' vid on the disney youtube channel that features bill? it really got me thinking.

notes: fourth wall breaking, obsessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships, implied sexual content, implied mind control

it's heavily implied that the video takes place in a world where gravity falls is supposedly fictional, like our own. bill literally says he's going to break the fourth wall! because i'm a sucker for fourth wall breaks and characters being aware of their own fandom (to an extent), i simply just HAD to run with this scenario.

i just like the idea of 'you' being just a person, some totally, in the large scheme of things, insignificant human walking the earth. you have a tendency for escapism, perhaps. you have always been drawn to stories. you like gravity falls. maybe it was something you watched while you were younger and recently rewatched, or an interest that had never waned. regardless, bill cipher, charismatic and unapologetically evil villain that he is, is one of your favourites.

you doodle him on the edges of paper when you're supposed to be doing anything else. (regardless of anyone's artistic skills, it's not difficult to draw a triangle with a top hat and an eye, is it?) and in this world, you are hardly the only one who likes him, who, perhaps, ships himself with him, who thinks about him a lot. who makes drawings and writes or reads fic. you don't think it's all that unusual.

in a stroke of luck or, depending on how you look at it, the exact opposite, the universe's idea of a cosmic joke, you are the one to catch bill's eye. (it's, after all, much easier to infiltrate the dreams of someone who already has you on their mind. makes sense, doesn't it? a tentative, wavering link had been formed already.) there, in your dreams, he tells you what to say--triangulum, entangulum. meteforis dominus ventium. meteforis venetisarium--and the next morning, you remember it clear as a memory.

you do it. for funsies. why wouldn't you? you don't expect it to actually work. he's a fictional interdimensional demon. why would it work? but much to your surprise, and horror, because surely a screw must've gotten loose for this to be happening, one of your little doodles has life blown to it. as a response to your summon, a tiny little bill cipher darts across your paper, alive but still confined.

(you've given him an in. now, he only has to take the crack you've opened for him, dig his fingers in, and tear it open.)

oh, he'll be funny! he'll be exactly what you thought of him. perhaps he even voices a line of dialogue you swore you wrote down somewhere days prior. yes, he's read whatever you wrote or read, whatever you looked at. he's keeping it himself for now. it's not easy to inflate his ego further, but you might have succeeded. rather than a meatbag, bill first looks upon you with the eye of someone presented with a puppy. fundamentally lesser, but capable of being something with the right training.

he urges you to make a deal with him and the promise he'll act out whatever fantasy you've been cooking up in that brain of yours, even if it's gross and weird and physically impossible!

he'll warp your dimension to make all of it possible!!! it's great!!! don't worry about it!!!!!!

…you don't do it. you don't touch the paper. you've seen the show, and you aren't stupid. bill nearly balks. he'd expected you to be the easiest mark of all time, but he suppose he forgot that even puppies have teeth. that's fine. he can work with this. because even though you have not let him in yet, and you refuse to shake his hand through the paper, you don't seperate yourself from him just yet.

you could oh so easily take the piece of paper he's on and throw it in the nearest shredder. or set him on fire. in you, he recognises lingering curiosity, and the excitement at having stood out, at being chosen, in one way or another. it's not hopeless yet.

he can play a bit of a longer game, then. he's been at this for a long, long time. he'll tolerate the paper he's on being folded into a little square and tucked into your breast pocket, granting him a view of your life and the world you're living in. (all the time, his hunger grows.) your decision not to throw him away ends up being your downfall. spending so much time with bill, letting him joke around with you, complaining about your problems… it takes a while for you to realise that, for a while now, he has not been speaking out loud anymore, but instead through your mind.

a connection that cannot be cut has been formed in between two of you.

on bill's part, he had thorougly expected to be bored. but perhaps it's your genuine interest in him, not the things he's offering, which he does not often see. (he's been down this road before. won't end well. but...) the sheer mundanity of your life that makes him wish he could twist and turn it all around. or just a random alignment of the stars. the heart doesn't always follow logic. in this scenario, at some point, bill realises that he has become genuinely invested in you, too. and at that point, you'll never manage to slip away. he's already dug in his heels in your mind far enough. you had no adequate protection.

he still wants to take over your world. he still wants to escape the discomforting flatness of the paper you've summoned him in. but, perhaps, you two could share that meatsack of a body of yours, before things get that far.

[zeppelinlvr]

Kiss Your Eyes Again

Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: you and Sam head home from the bar before dean, the two of you get ready for bed but you find yourself wishing you had gotten a room for just the two of you.

Notes: Like half of this got deleted and I had to rewrite it and I almost cried. Also, the fic literally has nothing to do with the song Anything by Adrianne Lenker I was just listening to the Songs album while writing this. I want to thank all of you for the continuous support, I appreciate it so much. Also feel free to send in requests because I'm running out of ideas 💔

Warnings: Cursing, this gets frisky but there's no actual smut, making out, fluff.

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You placed two beers for Dean and Sam down and a seltzer for yourself, on the small table at the bar. Sam, Dean and you were in the middle of a case, Dean and Sam had done interviews with victims and visited the morgue while you looked at autopsy reports, symbols they had found, and the contents of the hex bags they had discovered. You knew the three of you were dealing with a powerful witch as the spells you found being used were from around the 15th century.

“This witch is hardcore, her end goal looks like she wants to be possessed by or summon a demon, we need to get to her before she can even attempt to do that” You told the two as you sat down.

“Why the hell would someone want to be possessed by a demon?” Dean asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“No clue” you shrugged “Some witches have sex with demons too, they use it as a way to seal the pact they made with the demon”

Dean scrunched his face “I’m glad you're smart but you don't have to share everything you know”

Sam was watching you with interest in what you were saying “so we’re not just dealing with some everyday pagan?”

“Nope, this bitch is crazy” you told him with a giggle.

Sam gave you a soft smile, the two of you had been dating for a while but he always looked at you like it was the first time he’s seeing you, his eyes wide, taking in how beautiful you are.

The conversation carried on, the two boys sharing about the people they had met and how a few seemed off their rocker.

You finished your drink then said to the two “I’m tired, I’m gonna head back” You gave Sam a look, wanting him to join you, not only because you didn't want to walk in the dark but you missed the two of you being alone together and you were hoping to get some time with just him.

“I’ll go back with you, I’m tired too” Sam responded.

“Don't be gettin’ your freak on you two, I’m not gonna be out all night, I’ll have a couple more and head back” Dean told both of you, a smile on his face at your reaction of embarrassment.

“He’ll be done before you even finish your next drink” you joked, earning a laugh from Dean and Sam quick to defend himself with statements about how it wasn't true.

You and Sam headed out of the bar, the motel was only about a 5-minute walk away. You gave a dramatic shiver in hopes to get his jacket.

“Sammy, I’m so cold” you giggled and rubbed your arms dramatically

“You don't deserve my jacket after that comment” he replied, rolling his eyes as he shrugged his jacket off and placed it over your shoulders.

“We both know it isn't true and that's all that matters” you told him, putting your arms through the sleeves and cuddling into it, his smell engulfing you.

Sam laughed and brought his arm around your shoulder, his larger frame completely overshadowing you. You brought your arm around his waist and began to gently scratch his back. He placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m not really tired, I just wanted some alone time with you” you admitted “I love Dean but I want to be alone with you sometimes”

“I know baby” he told you “how about we get ready for bed then we can cuddle and watch some desperate housewives”

You smiled at the mention of the cheesy show the two of you had gotten invested in, it started off as a background show that you’d turn on when you waited for the boys to come back to the motel, or when you and Sam were trying to fall asleep, but you quickly became invested and so did Sam.

“That sounds perfect” you told him

The two of you had returned to the motel, Sam unlocked the door and you made your way over to your duffle bag, changing into your pajamas, Sam did the same. You made your way to the bathroom Sam close behind, you brushed your teeth at the same time as him, unable to hold back your giggles at the toothpaste that dripped down his chin and how aggressively he brushed his teeth.

You washed your face and he watched you closely, eyeing the products you put on your face.

“Why do you have so many potions for your face?” he asked, a small smile on his face.

“Sam, its three things, and it's so my face doesn't break out and get greasy” You explained

He was nothing short of intrigued by your explanation “But why is your face wash called la roach pussy?” he asked, reading the bottle

“Its probably french or something” you shrugged “I don't know how to actually say the name”

When both of you were ready for bed, you turned on the current episode of desperate housewives that you were on.

You snuggled into Sam, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you leaned into his shoulder. Both of you attempting to cuddle while still being able to see the show.

Sam placed a kiss on the top of your head “I’m sorry we don't get a lot of alone time, I wish I could give you a white picket fence life, but I think we both know that's out of the question by now”

“Sammy don't apologize, and I’m okay with not having a Stepford Wives style of living” you paused “It’s more interesting to research monsters and see you come back sweaty and covered in dirt, its hot” you giggled and poked his chest, he shook his head in response, but a small laugh escaped.

“Sam, I really do love you and I wouldn't trade the life we have for anything, I like knowing we helped people at the end of the day” you added earnestly.

A smile played on his face as he brought you in for a kiss. It was slow and loving, he brought a hand to hold the back of your head, gently toying with your hair. You scratched and rubbed his shoulder, your other hand on his neck playing with the tufts of hair.

The kiss became heated when Sam picked you up and set you on his lap, doing it with such ease it felt as if you weighed nothing. He worked kisses along your collarbone, a soft moan escaping your lips at the sensation. He placed a few kisses on your shoulder before pulling your shirt over your head. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of your bare chest, running his hands along your sides a few times, tracing your figure, before grabbing one of your breasts with his large hands, he began to gently toy with your nipple. Your incoherent encouragement and praises followed, you were unable to speak properly, it had been a while since you had been able to be so intimate with Sam.

“I know baby, it's okay” he said in response to your babbling.

You ground down onto his lap, earning a groan from him, you had your hand around the back of his neck tugging on his hair more desperately now, your other hand holding on to his large arm. You felt his growing erection against your core, your arousal pooling at the overwhelming sensations you were experiencing.

Sam brought his lips to yours again, his chest heaving as he harshly breathed while kissing you. His hand on the back of your head pushed you into him, holding you close. You continued to grind down onto his lap, Sam swallowing your soft moans and letting out groans and soft whines of pleasure.

As Sam was beginning to pull off your pants you heard a knock at the door. You sighed, not wanting this moment to be cut short. You threw your shirt on quickly and climbed out of Sam’s lap, giving him a sweet kiss.

“Are you two decent” Dean yelled through the door

Sam was uncomfortably shifting around, pulling the blanket over his lap.

“Yep, just watching tv” You yelled back

You heard the door unlock and Dean entered the room, laughing at Sam’s messy hair and your disheveled shirt, he chose to keep his comments to himself and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Sam pulled you into him, his chest flush against your back, he wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled into him. You could tell he was still aroused, his erection poking you. You giggled at his issue, and he sighed but also laughed.

“We’ll get our own room next time” he told you and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

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