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iamleesi · 2 months ago

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THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: Crowley brings you… somewhere

Warnings: Mention of demoniac things, few demons here and there, mention of torture and some creepy (but not much) stuff. -> 18+!!

Other: I hope someone still remembers this but I’ve been busy lately so yeah. At this point there are only a few chapters left before the story ends, so enjoy. Also I think this is one of my favorite chapters of this fic so far.

-> Masterlist

-> Part fourteen ; part sixteen

-> Ready To Comply (15)

"Who ordered you to kill me?" You asked, managing to keep your voice steady and firm even though, inside, you didn't even know what you were feeling.

Dean hesitated before giving you an answer. "Fury."

Your heart sank down into the depth of your stomach at that revelation. It had been a decade since you first encountered Fury, and in that time, he had been the sole person capable of breaking through your defenses in order for you to start the healing process you didn’t even know you needed. Despite his usually cold demeanor, you saw him as a mentor and, if we want to be completely honest, even as some sort of father figure.

To discover now how he had ordered Dean Winchester to eliminate you, for reasons you still didn’t know, left you reeling. You couldn’t fathom why, considering you posed no threat to society or anyone else for that matter, you were an Avenger - and you became one because he wanted to, even. So the situation was even more absurd.

Amidst the shock, your gaze locked onto Natasha, who was as close to Fury as you were. “Nat?” You questioned, looking for an answer in her eyes.

“I didn’t know.” She responded immediately, her tone sincere. Her shock mirrored your own, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of doubt that gnawed at your mind.

If it wasn’t for Bucky’s tight grip on your hand that, somehow, managed to bring you some sort of comfort, you would have probably lost your temper not long ago. You turned your attention back to Dean. “Why did he send you?”

But before Dean could reply, Crowley interjected, his smirk was an evident sign that he was enjoying the chaos he caused. “Why listen to another word he has to say if I can simply show you?” He proposed.

“No.” Sam said firmly, shooting a lethal death glare in Crowley’s direction. “Emma, this is not what you think. You can’t let him play with your mind, we’re not the enemies here.”

You clenched your jaw at Sam’s words, and you would have believed him in other circumstances. But you wanted one thing, and the only one who could concretely tell you something was Crowley. “Show me.” You said, capturing everyone’s attention. You tried to free your hand from Bucky’s grip, but he tightened it even more.

“Gladly.” Crowley chuckled, his amusement evident as he winked at Dean before he snapped his fingers.

Bucky’s grip tightened again on empty air this time, as he stared in disbelief at the spot where you stood only moments ago. Natasha and Cassandra mirrored his shock on their faces, but the other three men looked defeated.

“Where did they go?” Bucky demanded, scanning the room for any trace of you, struggling to comprehend your sudden disappearance with a mere snap of fingers.

You, on the other hand, stumbled nearly falling gracelessly on the ground as reality seemed to shift around you. The familiar living room melted away in an instant, replaced by what looked like some kind of cavernous throne room, some of the darkness was offset by the warm glow of countless flickering candles.

The single window, positioned right below the ceiling, illuminated the imposing throne situated right in the middle of the room. The throne itself was carved from black stone and the sculptures on it were nothing more than what you believed were demoniac faces that seemed to move under the flickering lights.

The stench of sulfur lingered in the air, but for some reason that didn’t bother you as it should probably have. After you took your sweet seconds to look around you, you finally noticed you weren’t alone; in the shadows, stood humans figures with pitch black eyes. Their soulless eyes were fixed on you, but they didn’t seem ready to attack, instead they were simply studying you.

Crowley sauntered over to his throne, and seated himself with a smug, satisfied grin. The people, whom you assumed were demons, parted respectfully as he gestured for them to leave, and you two were left alone in his territory now. Perhaps you didn’t really have the smartest idea.

“Who are you again?” You asked.

“Crowley, the King of Hell. Forgive me for the mess, I didn’t expect to have guests today.” He chuckled, and only then did you notice the skeletal remains of more that one person scattered around at the front of the throne’s stairs.

“And what are we doing here?” You asked, meeting Crowley’s gaze. “I asked you to show me why Fury wanted me dead. This doesn’t give me much of an explanation.”

Crowley huffed impatiently. “I will.” He conceded with a nod. “In time. It’s a long story, and I don’t provide services for free.”

“I’ve already declined your ‘loyalty’ offer.” You reminded him, referring to the conversation from the previous night. “I’m not interested.”

He rolled his eyes at you, an exasperated sign escaping his lips. “Fine, fine. I understand your hesitance. Let me clarify: I’ll reveal everything about your past, or almost, in exchange of a small favor.”

“So you no longer want my loyalty?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

“Oh, don’t be stupid.” Crowley scoffed. “I do want that, that’s my goal. But I need to give you something, I assume, for you to see that I can be trusted. Take this as a start, we can help each other.”

You pondered his proposal, torn between your desire for answers and the logical part of your brain that urged you to walk away. But you wanted answers, and as of now he seemed to be the only one that was willing for giving you some. “What do you need me to do?”

“There’s someone who’s been a constant thorn in my side ever since your little old friends decided to meddle with my Wendigos.” Crowley confessed, his frustration evident at the mere mention of the situation. “I need your help in using one of those creatures to extract this individual’s soul for me.”

“Huh?” You frowned, bewildered by the request. “Why can’t you do that yourself? Apparently Wendigos are demoniac creatures, or that was what I was told, and you said you’re the King of Hell. Are you just some sort of cheaper version of Lucifer?”

“No, you stupid kid. And don’t give me that look.” Crowley retorted, his irritation palpable. “It’s already embarrassing that I need your help to do so, you don’t need to know why just yet. But don’t worry, this ‘someone’ isn’t a person; it’s a demon. Simply killing it won’t cut it for me, I need to personally torment his soul for all eternity to find satisfaction!”

You couldn’t help but scoff at his words, even if his reaction was quite amusing. He seemed to boil. “Torturing a soul for eternity? Don’t you have hobbies?”

Crowley’s expression darkened at your mocking tone, irritation clear on his eyes. “You find this amusing, don’t you?” He retorted sharply, his patience wearing thin. “I assure you, it’s not! Asking to a little creature like yourself for something I could have done myself if it wasn’t for— I don’t even have the words to describe how pathetic this is!”

You couldn’t suppress a small laugh at Crowley’s outburst, but it was more the exasperation operating for you than anything. “You look desperate. Why do you want to torture this demon?”

“That is none of your concerns.” He snapped. “I’ll find a Wendigo for you to control, all you need to do is give the order. It will be our little secret, will you help me or not?”

“Give me my answers first.” You nodded. “And then I’ll help you.”

“Very well.” Crowley leaned back on the throne, his muscles seeming to relax a bit as his usual grin made its way on his face again, seeming pleased with the answer. “But I need you to show you something else first, enjoy the little trip; I’ll find you in time. It was a pleasure making business with you.”

You didn’t have the time to question absolutely anything because Crowley snapped his fingers again, waving at you as you disappeared.

The world around you shifted for the second time that day, and the next thing you knew was that you stumbled into a dim alley, the scent of garbage from a nearby dumpster assaulting your senses as you tried to steady yourself on the wall next to you.

“Damn you, Crowley.” You muttered under your breath, feeling way more disoriented that the first time he teleported you somewhere.

Glancing down, you realized your clothes had changed; instead of your usual attire, you now wore a simple vintage dress, the fabric rustling against your skin - what the actual fuck.

You stepped out of the alley, thinking that for a brief second you were just going crazy for real for once, but the smell, the sounds, the view - it was all more than real. The city around you buzzed with life, the streets were crowded and people, dressed in clothes you only saw in old movies, walked past you laughing loudly. An old-fashioned car rumbled by and in the background there was an unfamiliar music coming from somewhere near you.

You started to walk, blending in the crowd. You occasionally glanced over your shoulder, scanning for any potential threats, unsure of what to expect or look for. After a few blocks, you turned a corner and spotted a newspaper stand, approaching it with the hope to find some answers.

The headline caught your eye immediately: ‘Next Moves of the Dictators.’ Beneath it, a black and white photo of Hitler and Mussolini stared back at you. Your brow furrowed as you picked up the newspaper, not understanding why would they be on the first page since those two thankfully and rightfully died a long time ago. You searched for a date to make sense of it all, but before you could find it, an old man snatched it from your hands.

“You need to buy this before reading, or get the hell away from here!” He scolded, waving the newspaper at you as if to shoo you off.

You stepped back, fighting the urge to talk back, going to God knows where. The city wasn’t familiar and it seemed rather old, but it was certainly big and you had no idea of what do to. You didn’t know why the fact that Fury sent Dean to kill you was connected to where you were now, but you were starting to think you had been fooled by Crowley. He was a demon after all, and those creatures weren’t worth the time.

As you kept walking with no idea of where you were going, a sudden scream echoed from a nearby corner. Your instincts kicked in, having the best of you, and you hurried towards the sound without a second thought. The alley was rather dark, but you were able to see three distinct figures - all men, unfortunately - standing there. Well, two of them were standing and one was on the ground.

“Pick on someone your own size!” One of the two men shouted, his familiar voice making you freeze on the spot. You saw the other man rushing past you like a coward, while the other one helped the guy get up from the ground. “Sometimes I think you like getting punched.” The same man said.

Both men didn’t seem to notice you as the taller one draped an arm around the scrawny boy and they began to walk in your direction. And exactly as you suspected, as their faces came into view, your jaw dropped to the floor.

“Hey doll, did you get lost?” Bucky fucking Barnes said, looking at you up and down with a charming smile on his face. He didn’t have the beard on like he usually did, and he seemed younger than what he looked like just half an hour ago, when you had last seen him.

Then, you eyes shifted to Steve who looked nothing like the Steve you knew: he was way shorter and looked on the verge of death, basically, compared to what you were used to. That was surely the Steve before the Super Soldier serum, which meant Crowley sent you back in time.

“What- what year is this?” You blurted out, trying to keep your voice steady.

Bucky and Steve exchanged puzzled glances at the weird question. “It’s 1943?” Steve replied, confused, his brows furrowing in concern. “Are you sure you’re okay, Miss?”

You nodded, trying to process everything with a fake smile on your face. “Yeah, everything’s fine… I’m just a bit disoriented, that’s all.”

“Well,” Bucky stepped forward, extending his hand. “I’m James Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky. And this here is Steve Rogers.”

You shook his hand, playing along. God, if it was strange. “Nice to meet you, Bucky. And you, Steve.” You tried to mask your shock, acting as if you didn’t already know them personally.

The three of you made your way out of the ally and back to the streets, Bucky at your left and Steve at your right, as you tried to make sense of this senseless situation.

“So, Emma.” Bucky said casually, a smirk playing on his lips. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone so late at this hour?”

You let out a nervous chuckle because you didn’t know that yourself. “I was with… a friend and he just kind of…disappeared.”

Steve frowned, his concern deepening at your words. How could someone leave a woman alone at night in a crowd full of people? It wasn’t safe. “That’s not very nice. New York can be a tough place, especially at night. Would you like us to walk you home?” Steve kindly asked.

“Uhm…” You heard raced as you tried to came up with an excuse. “No worries. I don’t live here, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity to visit New York before I go back home.”

Bucky raised a brow at your words, turning his head to look briefly at you. “Well, in that case, we definitely can’t let you wander around alone, this is your lucky night! Consider us your personal tour guides.”

Great. You didn’t know why the fuck Crowley sent you back in time, but you had a feeling that it had something to do with Bucky or Steve, because why would he send you back to the exact year where Bucky fell in Hydra’s hands? But then again, his decision seemed a bit dramatic when he could have just told you what you needed to know an just be done with the whole thing.

“I would love that.” You politely answered, as you let the men - mostly Bucky - guide you around the streets of the city. Steve stayed silent for most of the time.

Needless to say, Bucky was unrecognizable. He talked with a little charming grin always present on his face, and you didn’t miss the way he winked down at you a few times as the three of you spent time together. He was unusually chatty, talking with a confidence you had never saw in him - and then the sadness hit you. After every word he said, your heart felt heavier; that was the real Bucky, the one that wasn’t constantly worried about what people thought of him. He was the joyful man that wasn’t scared to speak his mind, nor the grumpy super soldier who stared at people until they were scared shitless. All because he didn’t know how to communicate properly.

You didn’t know what hour it was or where the men were taking you; under normal circumstances, you would never have wandered around New York streets alone with two men you had just met. But this situation was different. You knew them, they were good people, and most importantly, they were probably the only ones who could give you a clue about what was going on since everything started to lose sense ever since you met Crowley. Even long before that, if you thought about it.

It took an hour or so and an ice cream for the three of you to finally sit down on a bench, a bit away from the crowd. You took a relieved breath - those shoes were deadly, and you swore some blood was coming out from the back of your feet because of them.

All of the people around were focused on someone talking in a stage nearby, but you couldn’t clearly see who it was from where the three of you were sitting. All you heard was that he was talking about making flying cars in the future, which was amusing considering you knew for certain that something like that didn’t exist yet in your year.

“That’s Howard Stark.” Steve said, some of his ice cream falling and staining his shirt.

“Howard Stark?!” You said, your eyes searching through the crowd, trying to see his face. “The Howard Stark? Tony-” You stopped yourself before mentioning Tony’s full name, remembering he wasn’t even born yet. You never thought of being in a world without that infuriating man in it.

“The one and only. You didn’t know he would be here tonight? It’s a pretty big deal.” Bucky smiled, nonchalantly draping his arm on the edge of the bench behind your shoulders, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

But you did. And you didn’t push him away. You hated to admit that it made your cheeks heat up - you hated the feeling. Plus, you needed to remember that the man sitting next to you wasn’t your- the Bucky you knew, so you couldn’t feel that way. Still, if you could control your emotions, you would.

“I heard a thing or two.” You lied, turning your head to look at him. His eyes were set towards the stage, trying to catch a glimpse of Stark, but he couldn’t due to the crowd. You, however, were admiring his side profile - he was so pretty you almost forgot where you were, so you quickly looked away.

“Do you mind if I get back home?” Steve asked, gaining your attention. “I don’t feel well.”

Bucky turned to look at him, concerned, before a hint of of realization hit his features. “Steve.” He warned. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“You’re the one who does stupid shit.”

You fought back the urge to scold him by saying ‘language’, but that was an inside joke between the Avengers and the future Steve, so you held your tongue.

Steve got up from the bench, his ice cream dripping on the ground and onto his hands, making him swear under his breath one more time.

“You’re a punk.”

“And you’re a jerk.” Steve remarked, though it was clear from his tone that it was all in good fun. Despite the playful banter, Bucky’s concern was evident. “It was nice meeting you, miss. Hope to see you around again.” Steve added with a polite smile.

“It was nice meeting you too, Steve.”

“Bye, Stevie.” Bucky waved.

With one last nod from Steve to Bucky, the scrawny boy walked away in his oversized clothes, leaving you and the not-yet-super soldier alone.

“Why do I have the feeling he’s gonna get in trouble?” You said, once the blonde man was no longer in sight.

Bucky let out a small laugh at your comment, scooting closer to you, still hoping you didn’t notice. “Oh, I assure you he will. It almost sounds like you know him, doll.”

“Eh, almost.” You replied with a forced chuckle, playing with the hem of your dress, which left part of your thighs and legs uncovered.

Bucky’s eyes flickered briefly to your exposed legs before he quickly looked away, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. He cleared his throat, trying to keep the conversation going. “You better eat that ice cream or it’s gonna melt.”

You then remembering the food in your hand that he payed for earlier, which miraculously was still half intact. “Are you sure you don’t want one? We could go back and get another for you.”

“Nah, I’m fine.” He denied with a polite smile, as you ate your ice cream. “You seem a little lost in thought. Is everything alright? Perhaps I’m being too-”

“No, no, no, everything’s alright!” You immediately said, making some of his worries fade. “I’m just… thinking about how different everything is here. It’s like stepping into another world, compared to where I live.”

Bucky chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “But there’s something charming about it, don’t you think? Sometimes it feels like… an illusion.”

You nodded, ignoring the odd feeling you suddenly felt. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. It’s nice to slow down a bit and just be in the moment, you know.”

Bucky watched you for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I’m glad you think so. At times we get so caught up in everything that we forget to enjoy the little things.”

You felt a shiver as a cool breeze hit your skin. Bucky noticed and without a word, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “Here, you need this more than I do.”

“Thank you.” You said, pulling the jacket closer. It smelled faintly of him.

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the city in the background. You took another bite of your ice cream, feeling the cold sweetness melt on your tongue. Bucky watched you, his eyes softening with each passing moments.

“You have a little…” Bucky gestured to the corner of his mouth, indicating you had ice cream on your face.

You laughed, quickly wiping it away with your thumb. “Thanks. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, it happens to me all the time.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. “I know the question might seem odd, but do you know a certain man named Crowley?” You needed to shoot your shot.

“Crowley?” He let the name roll on his tongue. “Doesn’t sound familiar, no.”

“Mh.”

“Why?” He inquired, genuinely curious.

“Nothing serious, just… trying to understand something.”

As the sky darkened further, the soft glow of streetlights began to illuminate the square. The moment felt almost normal, if you ignored the fact that the only normal thing there was you - and that said a lot. You were completely lost: you didn’t know what you had to look for, and you were convincing yourself that maybe all you had to do was wait. Also, you believed that you made a mistake by trusting, even if for a brief moment, Crowley.

But the mistake was made and you couldn’t go back in time, so all you did was sit there and wait. Something had to happen at some point, right?

Bucky’s hand moving from the back of the bench to gently brush against your shoulder was the thing that dragged you out of your thoughts, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I know it’s only been a couple of hours…” He began, locking his eyes to his. “But I feel like I’ve known you since forever.” He said softly. “It’s strange and creepy, I know, but I can’t shake the feeling.”

And oh, if he only knew.

“It’s not creepy.” You assured him, after all he did know you. Just not in 1943, where you currently were.

Bucky’s eyes flickered to your lips, and for a moment, everything else faded away. He inched closer, his face just mere inches away from yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible and that scared you shitless, you could not feel that was about him.

And yet, you did nothing to put an end to it.

Just as he was about to close the distance, you heard a distant shout from the crowd, breaking the spell - thank to fucking God. You pulled back immediately, almost flying away and falling off the bench.

“Sorry, that was too soon, wasn’t it?” He then asked, scratching the bridge of his nose, his voice hushed.

“A bit.” You nodded, as if that was the problem. You tried to steady your breathing as you searched for a way to change the subject. Your eyes scanned the diminishing crowd, and you finally saw what was happening on stage. “Stark didn’t do a great job with that car, did he?” You said, letting out a small laugh as the car that was supposed to fly crashed to the floor.

“No, he didn’t.” Bucky replied. His tone was much colder that it had been just a moment ago. “But he was great, wasn’t he?”

You frowned as you turned to look at him. “Was?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, his eyes darkening. “Too bad I’ve killed him.”

Time froze the second he pronounced those words. Your breath caught in your throat, the playful atmosphere evaporating in an instant, almost as if it was never there. “What?” You whispered, unable to comprehend what you had just heard.

Bucky’s gaze was hard, but there wasn’t any emotion behind them; he looked like a mannequin, deprived of the humanity he seemed to have until that moment. “I killed him.” He repeated. “And I enjoyed it.”

Before you could respond, something strange happened.

Bucky’s image flickered, like a glitch in a video game. His warm, reassuring presence distorted, his face morphing between the gentle Bucky you had been talking to and the cold, emotionless mask of the Winter Soldier.

The place around you began to distort as well. The trees, the benches and the people - all started to blur and flicker, replaced by cold, sterile walls and harsh fluorescent lights you knew too well. The cheerful sounds of the square gave way to the ominous hum of machinery and distant, tortured screams.

Once the flicker stopped and you found yourself in what you were sure was a room in a Hydra base, in front of you stood the Winter Soldier, his metal arm visible due to the lack of sleeve.

“Bucky?”

Behind him stood Crowley, his hands in his pocket as he looked at you smirking. “Soldat?” He called, and you saw Bucky tensing visibly.

“готов подчиниться” The Soldier said.

Ready to comply.

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amomentsescape · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Murder House

Asylum

Coven

Freakshow

Hotel

Roanoke

Cult

Apocalypse

1984

Double Feature

NYC

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker

Loki Laufeyson

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

TASM! Peter Parker

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Bruce Wayne

Edward Nygma

Oswald Cobblepot

Victor Zsasz

Harvey Bullock

Sid

Jervis Tetch

Jonathan Crane

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Jack Kline

Castiel

Freddy Krueger

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Hannibal Lecter

Eric Draven

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mjolnirswriststrap · 1 year ago

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Haunted

“It's getting dark and it's all too quiet

And I can't trust anything now

And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake”

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Reader escapes her abusive ex and moves to the alps. Bucky is in denial about some things, like what the year is, and if he’s dead. Part 1/6

Warnings: Mentions of an abusive boyfriend, Ghosts.

Masterlist Pt.Two

You shiver as a freezing cold breeze finds its way through the cracks of the window. The train is old, insulation and heat are nowhere to be found. You sit back in your seat cupping your hands for warmth, looking around at all the empty seats, you’re sure its only you on the train, no one wants to go to this tiny village in Austrian Alps. You made sure when you picked it, population of only 200, no one would find you there.

Some people might say you’re crazy for moving halfway across the world because of a crazy ex, but it wasn’t just that. You couldn’t shake the feeling of disappearing. How freeing it would be, to live just for yourself. You know it was the right thing to do, you had to much emotional baggage and you left it in the taxi at the airport in New York. It was also who you left in that taxi, they are the reason you walked into an airport with nothing but the clothes on your back and a purse.

They didn’t know you were hidden underneath three layers of shirts, pants, underwear, socks. You looked like a hobo, but no one could tell you had shorts, leggings, and jeans underneath your baggy sweats. No one noticed the sports bra overtop the strapless one, or the doubling of tank tops. Maybe they noticed the light blue of your favorite t-shirt popping out of the collar of your grandma's cable knit sweater. Did they notice the amount of gold bracelets or the diamond rings on your fingers? He didn’t, you hid your hands in your sleeves around him. TSA didn’t bat an eye though. Your purse contains everything, your whole life stuffed into a school bag you’d been pretending was a new purse. You made up the excuse that you needed more organization. You practically brought nothing; he’d notice if it was stuffed to the gills.

You told him you were picking up your cousin from the airport, you knew he wouldn’t let you go by yourself, so you couldn’t pack a bag. You just got extremely lucky when he said he’d wait in the taxi. That was 10 hours ago, and it was night then, it’s somehow 2 pm here. You were exhausted and freezing, you just wanted to get to your cabin.

You bought it in secret when your aunt died last year. Instead of putting you in her will, she left cash behind in the cat food container. She knew your situation, and she knew you’d be the only one to think about her cats after she died. When you found the money, it had a note saying to make a secret savings account, never tell a soul, one day the moment would come when you’d had enough. You know your aunt didn’t mean move to Austria, but what can you do when your abusive boyfriend is a secret agent for shield. You have to be this dramatic, taking chances wasn’t an option now. You had to go as far as you could. Even though disappearing excited you, it was very necessary. The chance was minimal that he would ever find you, but it was enough to keep you looking around the train.

When you make it to the tiny town you don't realize there is a welcome parade waiting for you. It really only consists of some local women and pies. They keep you entertained with their broken English, as you all hike your way up to your new cabin. They tell you how lucky they are to have you, how excited they are for summer and to be able to show you around more properly.

You thank one of the women as she hands you a key, "The bank sent this from the city.". You wave them off, turning the key and stepping inside. Once you're in the door you're standing in the kitchen, a countertop that doubles as a bar separates it from the open concept living room. A wooden staircase leads to a loft bedroom. You smile at the thought of no more slamming doors.

You do see one door, making your way towards it. Opening it reveals an outdated bathroom that needed some tlc. You covered your nose at the stench of mildew. There was a major leak, you need to find where it comes from so it doesn't get worse. You make your way up the stairs, and you search around for the cause of your grief. A sizable patch of mold is found behind your bed, under the windowsill. The realtor's photos did not disclose this damage.

As you’re bent over accessing the costs, you hear a loud creak come from downstairs. It's enough for you to jump up and run to the banister, searching for what caused it. You find nothing, you tell yourself it's just the wind and shake it off. It's too early to be getting spooked. This cabin is so old, there's bound to be creaks and whispers ever once and a while.

You make your way downstairs to have a closer look around. You check the cupboards to find that the women stocked you up with the basic necessities, sugar, flour, salt. You find farm fresh milk, cheese, and eggs in the fridge. You close the tin door; the women were nice enough to give you food but not enough to dust the place. You find some supplies under the sink and get to work.

You dust old pictures of strangers, as you're knocking down cobwebs in the corners a powerful scent clouds your mind. You stand against the wall, steadying yourself. Pine and mint, it is gone before it was truly there. No matter how hard you try to find the smell again, it's gone. You try to explain it away to yourself.

You're done by the time the sun finishes setting. The cabin envelopes you in a dim yellow glow from the old lamps. Ornate rugs where found, rolled up inside an armoire. The leather of the couch gleamed due to the scrubbing and polishing you did. A warmth fills the room, something you haven't felt in your own home in years. You run into the kitchen grabbing a glass of milk and a piece of pie.

You devour your pie and milk before you can find a watchable channel on the tv with an antenna. You settle on the hallmark channel. The acting is enough to make you cringe. But you know entertainment is slim pickings in the mountains. Throwing a fleece blanket around your shoulders your curl up into a ball. You start to fall asleep when the princess on the screen admits she was not who she said she was.

Right as your eyes close the front door bursts open. White flurries intrude on the warmth you created. You jump back, holding your chest. You know this is it, he found you that quick. When no one enters, you run and slam the door shut, locking it behind yourself. You can't help but laugh manically at yourself for clutching your pearls. Turning, you make your way upstairs, today was hectic, and you're too exhausted to deal with anything,

You wiggle your way into the flannel sheets. As you fall asleep you think about everything you left behind. Your family, a few friends, him. Your family was the hardest part. Your little brother Max will understand one day. You are going to miss out on so much, you just hope they don't hate you forever.

A stinging stabs your eye, and before you know it, tears are pooling on your pillow. It is all becoming overwhelming. Leaving your whole family behind, spending all of your aunt's money on a cabin, being alone in this cabin, the constant fear that he is coming. You had luxuries in New York; places to run, people that can hear everything. You don't know what he would do out here, especially because of what you did.

Before you can spiral completely you hear the faint sound of a train whistle. Strange, you think to yourself. The tracks are a mile away back in town, there's no way you should be able to hear them out here. The whistle sounds like it's getting closer and closer. You stand from the bed and look outside the window; you're greeted with darkness and still trees.

With no sights on a train, your heart jumps out of your chest when the house begins to rumble beneath your feet. It's like only the cabin was being affected by the nearby train. You walk to the center of the room, covering your ears as the whistle gets unbearably loud. The cabin starts shaking violently, causing a picture frame to crash on the ground. You let out a scream and fall to your knees.

Everything ceases. The house is silent, your rapid breathing echos off the walls. You raise your head, looking around, you half expect something to pop out at you. When nothing comes, you stand and slowly walk down the stairs. The only thing out of place, shattered glass.

You cross the room to the kitchen, grabbing the broom off the hook. You're still trying to explain it away and catch your breath as you sweep up the shards. Maybe there is a different set of tracks nearby. You're being paranoid because it's your first night. It will take time for everything to be okay again. You toss what is left of the frame, practically crawling back to bed.

You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow, exhaustion overtaking you. Your dreams are no reprieve from your fast-moving life. You're hurt really bad, and you're trying to flag down a soldier in the woods for help. He's running away from you, holding his shoulder, screaming a man's name. Its muffled, and his face is fuzzy, the only thing you could make out were images of dog tags.

You drift to a happier place as you smell mint and pine again. Instead of clouding your senses, this time it relaxes them. letting your dreams ease your anxiety while you slept.

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eventually27 · 2 years ago

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3am and the fanfic ends of a cliffhanger..

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Witches Can Be Good | Supernatural x Scarlet Witch! Reader - Part 1

This is intended to be a short story/one shot. I wrote this when I had a sudden idea of a crossover between Supernatural and the Scarlet Witch. Also available on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

This inspired by a tumblr post: The Sweet Old Lady is a Witch by Thera. I really love her Wanda/Y/n OC and the story! Here's her story: https://thera-daydreams.tumblr.com/post/658041636626022400/

Supernatural x Scarlet Witch! Reader

I do not own Marvel or Supernatural.

Part 1 (You are here) *~* Part 2 *~* Part 3 *~* Part 4???

Part 1: Into the World of Supernatural

Wanda was done and tired.

After going through the multiverse with Dr. Strange and Loki, after Westview, after sacrificing everything over and over and over again Wanda was done and tired.

She looked tiredly towards the two friends that had grown on her. The two friends that had become brothers to her. Sensing her stare they turned to her, silence questioning in their eyes as she smiled tiredly at them.

"I think I'm done."

...

"... you're done...?" Dr. Strange repeated, not fully understanding what Wanda was implying.

"I'm tired, Stephen. I want to relax, sit down for a while... maybe watch the flowers grow."

Loki looked at her with a contemplative look before nodding, "Where will you go?"

"Anywhere but here." Wanda automatically responded, "I don't care if there's heroes there or anything really. As long as the world is somewhat normal and similar and they leave me alone, anywhere is fine."

Both Strange and Loki looked at each other before carefully taking Wanda's hands in theirs, a gesture that they had come up with to comfort each other. They had all gotten close together after all they had went through.

"We'll call you if we need you." Strange commented.

"And we'll keep in touch." Loki added, elbowing Strange who lightly glared back at him, "We won't bother you too often. Go live your 'normal' life."

"You deserve it." Strange tried to redeem himself, gaining a small grin from Wanda. "Just try not to cause any trouble. Or rather, trouble we'll have to intercept in." Loki elbowed him again.

"I'll try my best." Wanda only smiled, squeezing her hands that held theirs before letting go. "I better get going now."

"See you around Wanda."

"I think a fresh start needs a new name, doesn't it?" Strange said suddenly.

"Strange I think that's the first good idea I've heard come from your mouth." Loki scoffed, grinning as Strange looked at him offended. "I've always been partial to the name Y/n."

"Y/n L/n it is." Strange proudly smiled ignoring the look Loki gave him as he looked at Wanda- at Y/n.

"Really? L/n?"

"I think it sounds nice, Loki." Y/n reassured the god. At those words he automatically changed his mind.

"Yes, Y/n L/n surely fits you."

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Y/n sighed as she finally finished conjuring up all of the new items for her new home. She had already put a spell around it, ensuring that those who entered her new home would feel safe, warm, and comfortable. She wanted the exact opposite of Westview. She carefully hid the runes, making them small and they camouflaged well with the decorative wallpaper.

She had bought a small store, her home right above it. The store, Y/n decided, was going to sell things that she took comfort in. Books, plants, and a couple assorted goods if she felt like baking in the kitchen. There was even a section for artists to paint and for others to just sit in the bean bags and relax or read a good book.

Speaking of books, the town she moved into was awfully generous. After hearing she was going to open a bookstore, the resident librarian, who was an old, dying man, came up to her. He loved his books as if they were his own children. But his grandchildren didn't want to take over the library and he didn't want to see all of his books get tossed away.

And so, the old man generously gave Y/n most of the books from his library. He kept some and donated the rest to charity. Y/n's little shop was going well. Y/n didn't mind much about the slow business, she just wanted to relax and take in every moment. Something that she never would have done before.

But as each day passed, Y/n couldn't help herself but to find out the secret of this world. The supernatural existed.

It didn't come as much of a shock for Y/n, considering she was partly supernatural, but to hear the benevolent spirits and ghosts gossiping about ghosts who had fallen into rage and anger confused her. It baffled her so much to hear about ghosts actually having the ability to kill people, so she separated ghosts into two categories.

Astral ghosts. Ghosts of the dead who wandered in the astral plane, patiently waiting for something to occur before accepting their death. These were the ghosts that never went angry or fell into a random rage. Like the poor old librarian. He was waiting for his grandchildren to visit either his grave, the shut down library, or Y/n's bookstore before passing on. In the meantime, he continued his daily routines as if he were alive.

Then there were the angry ghosts. Not a very original name, Y/n knew, but it was simple enough for her to understand. They were the ghosts that fell into darkness and killed others, overwhelmed with rage to even see reason.

She didn't worry much about those ghosts, because the ones that were in her small town were given free therapy by her, and easily lost their anger and passed on to the afterlife with the reaper guiding them.

The other supernatural things? Y/n read up on them with the books given to her in the library, but other than that, she didn't care about them. If they were to ever show up at her town, she would make sure to deal with it so that everyone would be safe. But as she settled in and let her guard down for the next couple months, a little shapeshifter decided that her small town would be the perfect place to stir some trouble.

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"I'm Agent Adam Clayton, and this is my partner Agent Larry Mullen. We're with the FBI. We'd like to ask you a couple questions about a couple customers you've had."

Y/n stared wearily at the two men who had entered her shop. Just by reading their minds she could tell their names were false, especially since they were the same names as the band members from U2. However, she didn't comment on it, considering they were partially telling the truth about asking questions of her customers.

"What have my customers done to get attention from the FBI?" Y/n asked curiously, although she continuously kept reading their minds for answers.

"Just a couple of them have gone missing ma'am. We're hoping you could give us any clues as to where they've gone."

Getting enough answers from reading the tall one's mind (he thought a lot and his thoughts were practically screaming at her) she nodded at them. Hunters that hunt and kill the supernatural? Y/n guessed they were the hero equivalent in this world. The only question left would be if they would kill her if they found out she was also a 'witch.' "So, which customers?"

"Robert Dunn, Todd Alexander, and Philip Navarro." the shorter one answered her. They watched her as she continued to walk around her shop, watering her plants.

Y/n took her time to recall them, "Well, the three of them were all from out of town. We've never had that many visitors before so it was easy to remember them. They all liked to talk too." Y/n frowned at the thought of those conversations she had with them. But now that she actually thought about it, the thoughts of the 3 customers were somewhat similar.

The taller one, catching Y/n's frown, continued to question her. "What did they talk about?"

"You know, simple 'What's your name?' or 'Could I get your number?' They were all particularly flirty."

"So would you say no if I asked for your number?" 'Adam Clayton' couldn't help but comment, getting elbowed by 'Larry Mullen.' Wow, these boys really reminded Y/n of Stephen and Loki.

"I'd tell you the same response I told those men. I'm not interested in a relationship right now. Taking a break from that." Y/n handed 'Adam' a yellow tulip. At the questioning look, Y/n answered him, "So you don't feel too bad. Yellow tulips mean joy and a whole lot of other things."

"Do you give every man you reject a yellow tulip?" 'Adam' pouted causing Y/n to grin slightly.

"Well, any type of yellow flowers work. Yellow flowers in general symbolize spreading happiness and joy."

"Sorry- about the men? What happened after that?" 'Larry' steered them back on track.

"Oh, they all left the store looking somewhat upset but also giddy. Philip said he'd be back to try again though he hasn't been back in a week already."

'Larry' nodded, seemingly getting all the information he wanted and thanking Y/n politely before taking 'Adam' with him to stop him from flirting any further with Y/n.

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"So the only connection right now is Y/n, but why?" Sam questioned, going through a book he had borrowed at Y/n's store earlier.

"She's a hot chick. Who wouldn't go and take a chance to ask her out?" Dean replied, happily munching on a burger as he sat on the couch of their motel room.

"You think she's the one who's been killing them?" Sam asked, "It's a possibility."

"Remember what Philip told her?" Dean reminded Sam, "He'd be back to try again. Pretty creepy if you ask me."

"So a shapeshifter?"

"Bingo!"

"That seems a little far fetched, Dean."

"Hey, all we gotta do is watch the chick and then we'll figure out if it's her or if it's a shapeshifter. Easy solution! Or we could get access to her security cameras."

Sam grunted as he closed the book, flopping onto his bed. "She doesn't have any. I checked. Please tell me you at least find that suspicious."

"Hey, maybe she can't afford them! Town's pretty small, her shop's pretty small, she might not get a lot of income, you know?" Dean stood up, walking to the door, "I'm gonna get a drink, wanna come?"

Sam didn't respond and Dean took that as a no, leaving for the nearest bar. He kept walking to the bar he saw close-by, but just as he turned the corner, a fist hit his face and he blacked out.

As Dean came back into consciousness, he was greeted by the sight of Philip shedding his skin and forming into himself. Damn, he was right. It was a shapeshifter. The shapeshifter merely glanced at the tied up Dean, glaring deadly holes into him. "She's mine..!" he hissed at Dean, leaving the cold room.

Looking around the room, he saw the bodies of the other men, too late to save them. Philip however, laid unconscious on the floor. Dean could see however that the Shapeshifter had injured Philip greatly and that if he did not get any help right away, he could die. Frantically working at the ropes, Dean could only hope that Sam would get to Y/n on time. (However, Sam was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of what had happened).

Y/n didn't think it was normal of 'Adam' to come knocking at her door, especially at the middle of the night when the store was most definitely closed. She peaked from the safety of her window, using her magic to be invisible just in case she were to be spotted.

'Adam' was filled with possessive thoughts that automatically told Y/n something was wrong. As she shuffled through 'Adam's' memories, she found that most were not there, some floating around, the most recent one being tied up in some kind of basement.

"Hey Miss Y/n...? Are you here?" a shy astral ghost of a child appeared behind her. It was a ghost Y/n had met recently a few weeks ago. At the voice, Y/n moved away from the window and reappeared. "Yes, dear?"

The child stumbled back a bit in surprise but quickly calmed down, looking at her. "Remember how I said what I wanted most was for my dad to visit my grave at least once?"

"Yes?" Y/n whispered quietly back to the child, motherly instincts taking over as she looked at the child gently.

"I changed my mind. He needs help right now. That's what I want most. For dad to live." The ghost child looked at Y/n with determination and Y/n couldn't help but answer their plea.

"Lead the way."

Sneaking out of the house via the backdoor, Y/n followed the ghost child to the other side of town, going into the forest near their town and was led to a cabin. Inside the cabin was a simple bunk bed and a large chest. Nothing inside the cabin seemed to have been used in a while. The only thing that indicated someone- something lived here was the vase filled with yellow flowers at the window sill.

"Here. He's down there." The ghost pointed at the chest, before floating through it and disappearing. Using her magic, Y/n easily pulled the chest out of the way and revealed a passageway with a ladder heading straight down into the darkness. Not seeing her ghost friend, Y/n continued heading down, deeper and deeper until she reached the floor.

It was cold down here. The lights were dim and flickered occasionally, but it was clear that it was being powered by electricity somehow. "This way, this way." The ghost child urged, pointing down the hallway.

Quickly, Y/n rushed, her footsteps echoing as she ran. As she made it to the end of the hallway she saw two corpses, an unconscious Philip and Dean who was looking at her in shock.

"So I'm guessing you're the real 'Adam'?" Y/n asked, although already knowing the answer. She went towards him, untying the ropes as fast as she could. Before Dean could suspect her or say anything Y/n continued to speak, "There was someone who looked like you at my door, but when I zoomed in with my phone to check who it was from the window, your eyes were white." Y/n lied, using the information she knew about shapeshifters to her advantage, "I'm pretty sure that's not exactly normal."

Dean grinned, "Sweetheart, there's a lot of things that aren't normal."

Picking up Philip, the two rushed out of the cabin, not willing to stay any longer to face the shapeshifter. Dean didn't have any gear, and he couldn't risk the lives of two innocent people. However, they didn't make it very far as the Dean clone confronted them in the forest, staring intensely at Y/n.

"Ma'am, back away from the shapeshifter, right now! Don't let it trick you!" the Dean clone shouted at Y/n. If Y/n couldn't read minds, she surely would have felt conflicted right now as Dean also told her,

"He's trying to trick you. Trust me, I'm the real deal. I- I know that sounds bad- but I promise. I'm a hunter. My real name is Dean."

The Dean clone took a step closer causing Y/n to turn to him. "Don't come closer. Mr. Philip needs help right now. I don't care whoever you are as long as he gets help."

Dean, taking advantage of the standstill, grabbed Y/n's hand and started to run, carrying Philip. The motel was nearby, hopefully they could make it and grab Sam's attention somehow.

But the clone was fast. Y/n's eyes narrowed as her other arm was grabbed and she decided that she's had enough. Using her magic she blasted the shapeshifter back. Dean looked at her in shock and fear, but Y/n didn't mind. Those kinds of looks weren't new to her.

"Dean you're a hunter. Do I have to kill the guy or no?" Y/n asked, snapping Dean out of it.

"You're a witch-"

"It's a yes or no question Dean." Y/n snapped, watching blankly as the shapeshifter stood up and began to approach them again, angered.

Taking a step, it jumped at Dean, causing Dean to blurt out a quick "yes!" before the shapeshifter was stopped, floating mid-jump at Dean. The shapeshifter turned to ashes in front of his eyes and Dean turned to look at Y/n with an impassive look.

"I've heard that hunters usually kill witches or anything supernatural, but please get Mr. Philip help first before you decide to kill me."

And with that, Y/n left to her small store, packing up her things in a dimensional pocket. She trusted that Dean would get Philip the help he needed. She just needed to get out of here. If she couldn't convince Dean to not kill her, she would go to another world before he could.

As she quickly finished packing up, the small ghost child appeared before her.

"Thank you for saving dad." the shy ghost looked at the ground, as if blushing from embarrassment.

"It's no problem dear. He was important to you, right? It's important to always care and look out for family." Y/n looked at the ghost kindly, recalling her own family. Reaching out her hand to hold the young ghost's, Y/n gently whispered to them. "I believe it's time for you to rest now, dear."

A reaper appeared next to them, patiently waiting.

"...Will it hurt?"

Y/n smiled at the ghost, reassuring them, "It won't. It'll feel like waking up from a dream."

The shy ghost hugged her tightly, thanking her, before taking the hand of the reaper and disappearing with it. Y/n sighed, relieved that the child was finally at peace. At least they could have the peace Y/n longed for. A gun clicked behind her head. Y/n didn't turn around.

"Explain."

From the voice, Y/n could tell it was the taller brother. 'Larry,' or Sam, had seen, or rather heard the whole interaction. From what he could tell, Y/n was talking to an invisible ghost or spirit and helped it move on to the afterlife. A much different tactic to their usual salt and burn.

"About who I am or what I just did?" Y/n asked.

"Both." Dean came in behind Sam, staring at the witch.

"Hm, well... I'm from a different universe..."

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It wasn't easy, but Sam and Dean believed her story. But even after that they didn't completely trust her, which was understandable. But at least they liked her enough to keep calling to use her books for research, to get extra information for hunts, or for Dean to just get a pie (he would never admit it but Y/n's pies were the best he's ever had).

Y/n was allowed to live in her small town, as long as she promised not to kill anyone or the brothers swore to come back to kill her. But as they kept calling her over and over again to help with more and more hunts, she found herself being invited to live in the Bunker with them.

Some days were odd.

Some days the brothers seemed like they hated her and everything witches.

But most days they enjoyed her company. They enjoyed that there was something out there that was supposed to be bad, but was actually good.

And ever so slowly they got used to her magic.

One time Dean had walked in on her using magic in the kitchen. Tools and ingredients were flying places, a bowl was stirring itself. Y/n was at the oven taste testing some sort of soup. Dean felt like he was having a Harry Potter moment. At Dean's awkward cough, Y/n jumped back slightly and lifted her head.

"Oh! Sorry, were you hungry? Um... the kitchen is kinda occupied right now, but you could have this pie!"

At her words, a pie found itself in a very happy Dean's hands. "What are you making?"

"Some miso soup. I was craving it so I decided to make it. I didn't want to go out."

"So then where'd you get this pie?"

"Oh, I had a feeling you were going to want one later, so I made it earlier!"

Touched by her kindness, Dean nodded, grateful, but he didn't want to be sappy so he happily left with his pie. Y/n chuckled to herself as she heard Dean's thoughts praising her and her pie.

Sam had come to enjoy their conversations on the supernatural. As he had found out, despite being a witch, Y/n had very basic knowledge on the supernatural world and mostly got her information from her books. So, Sam had taken it upon himself to teach Y/n about the most common and dangerous, and most importantly how to kill it.

Sam had been very careful to teach Y/n about the witch-killing spell and bullets. He had nearly freaked when Y/n went and held a bullet, observing it closely before taking it apart with her magic.

"-so these are the bullets and- WAIT NO Y/N IT'LL KILL YOU!" Sam panicked, lunging towards her as Y/n took the bullet apart. Hearing the yell, Dean came running.

"What's happening!?"

At that moment Sam crashed into the couch Y/n was sitting on as she dodged him.

Y/n chuckled, "I'm fine, this won't hurt me. You told me the ingredients, remember? When combined together, yes, they do kill witches. But they won't kill witches like me."

Y/n poked at the bullet before putting it back together and placing the bullet in the case, which Sam immediately closed and put away. "Let's not do that again. E-Even if it won't- I just, I don't want to risk it."

Seeing how much she had made Sam worry, Y/n put her hand gently on Sam's. "I'm sorry Sam. I didn't mean to worry you."

Sam sighed, gently clasping Y/n's hands, "It's alright... you're good. I just... don't want..."

"I know... thank you..." Y/n smiled.

"Aww, look at the two love birds~ get a room already!"

"DEAN SHUT UP!"

However there was a day that Y/n truly treasured. It was the day that both brothers finally put their complete trust in Y/n. This happened during a hunt.

They had quickly figured out it was a ghost and brought Y/n with them so they could finish up quick, but the ghost was more tricky to deal with than they had originally thought.

The ghost was a woman who had been cremated, so there were no remains they could burn. They still had to identify what object the ghost was attached to. It had moved from city to city, so it must have been an object easy to bring along.

Quite easily they could tell it was a vengeful spirit as there was a pattern going on. Mothers were the target, whether they still had kids or not didn't matter apparently. As long as you were a mother at one point (or pregnant), the ghost would come and attack. From what they could get as pretending to be the FBI, the children had seen the ghost that attacked their moms, but the description of the ghost varied from child to child. One thing stayed consistent however, the ghost never touched the kids. At times the ghost had reassured them that everything was okay, that she would take care of them.

As they researched (Sam and Y/n researched, Dean ate on the motel bed), Y/n couldn't help but feel... worried? Sympathetic?

Just from looking at the ghost's targets, Y/n could tell the ghost was a mother at one point in their lives. The ghost was like her, desperate to find and keep her family. Her children. But unlike the ghost, Y/n had learned how to grow from the pain. She had reached the acceptance part in the 5 stages of grief. Yes, she missed her husband and children, but she continued on, knowing that they would be loved and would continue to be loved.

Noticing Y/n spacing out, Dean called out to her. "Hey witchy, you doing okay?"

Y/n looked up at him, "I think I need a break. I'm gonna go for a walk. Wanna come? Sam?"

Dean leaned further into the pillows, "Nah, I'm just gonna relax here."

Sam scowled, "Or you could be helpful and come over here!" to which Dean let out another "nope!" before turning his music up even louder. Sam groaned, "I'm good Y/n, I want to keep researching."

Nodding Y/n left the motel room, taking in the fresh air as she walked.

What she didn't know was that the object the ghost was attached to was in their motel room, and Y/n had left the brothers just before chaos happened.

Not sure if I want to keep writing this because it was just a quick thought I had. Let me know if you'd like a part 2!

Edit: Part 2 has been posted!

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Character Reaction Fanfictions (watching the show/movie or reading the books) -Recs -

One of my favorite tropes in fanfiction is characters being forced to watch/read/react to their own stories. Unfortunately, a good majority of these are crap. Readers looking for these stories often have to dig through a lot of coal to find just one diamond in the rough. Here's a list of the ones I’ve managed to find. Ones that aren’t just a written recreation of their source material.

Is This The Way It Ends Now? by Seastar98 (Death Note) (Finished) This is one of my favorite Death Note fanfictions for a reason. It doesn’t make us watch or read the dialogue or action of the show along with the characters; It assumes we’ve already seen it and focuses on the character’s reactions (what we’re actually here for) and gives more character development to some of its minor characters (Mello, Near, and Matt being clear examples. I was happy about this in particular since my favorite characters in Death Note are Matt and Matsuda). L and Light end up together, but romance is not the focus.

Hunter x Hunter / Assassination Classroom by EternalQuestForGoodFics (Finished) Basically, Killua ends up in the Assassination Classroom world. To go home, he must eventually allow his classmates to watch the HunterxHunter series to learn more about him and where he came from. These two fandoms are a great matchup, and Killua is one of the best characters to end up in the AssClass world. Seeing Killua bond and make a new friend out of Nagisa made it worth reading alone. Their reactions are part 2 of the series.

MHA X Hunter by makifinity (My Hero Academia / Hunter x Hunter) (In progress) This is a good fanfiction where the My Hero Academia characters watch the HunterXHunter anime together instead of their own show. What makes ‘this’ great is how different the two worlds are and the morals that hold them together. I love that the villains are also involved in this viewing room since, in most My Hero reaction fics, the villains are left out of the experience and don’t get to have their own voices and opinions about what is happening on screen.

The Journey of the Unholy Trinity by Arremi (Code Geass) (In progress) If you’ve been in the Code Geass fandom long enough, you’ve probably seen a few of these stories. This one is the longest, most well-written, and most complete I’ve found.

Code Geass: The Blame Game: by AllHailThe99th (Code Geass) (In progress) One thing I like about this Code Geass reaction fic is the author’s obvious and stated hate of the character Suzaku. Suzaku is on my list of most hated characters; I like reading people judging and calling him out constantly on his shit. It’s a very therapeutic read. I recommend it to anyone who felt a similar rage when watching the show.

Appearances by McKinney_Wylis (Marvel / Avengers) (Finished) This story has the Avengers going to Asgard to check on Loki when they find a weird video clip online that scares them into believing Loki may have broken free. It turns out the video clip was from a different universe (our universe), and they suddenly had access to the Marvel movies that were available at that time. They watch the Thor movie and learn things about Loki, unknown before. The watching of Thor actually doesn’t take up the whole fic, but this story still counts. It takes place during the Thor: The Dark World storyline.

In terms of pairings…well, I’ll read any pairing if it’s written well enough. Even a story with Loki and Steve shacking up. I don’t like Steve, but I like how he was written in this fic. The way he and Loki interact is cute enough that I can look past it.

Part of the Journey is the end by hunkahulkaaburningfudge (Marvel / Avengers) This series starts with the characters watching Infinity War and has been going through the continuing movies and TV shows; with great writing and lots of material, this is definitely one of the best. I loved the Wanda and Loki reactions. And the ‘What if?” storylines were hilarious.

Avengers Watch Snippets by Ifihadatardis (Marvel / Avengers) As advertised, the characters watch little snippets of scenes of each other’s lives. Sometimes, these fics are preferable because the characters can learn about each other without going through their entire movies.

All the Days of Our Lives Series by ElrondScribe (Marvel / Avengers) This series has the characters react to Captain America, Iron Man 1, and Iron Man 2. It takes place after Civil War and has them watching the movies in Wakanda. I like the Tony Stark and Pepper focus in these fics, and I thought the writer did well with the other character voices, even for the ones I didn’t like.

School Watches Assassination Classroom by TheSteinsGateFormula (Assassination Classroom) (Finished) This is not just one of the best reaction fanfictions of all time but one of the best, period. The author not only had the original class and teachers watching the show but the entire school (baring the Principal, thank god) yet still managed to keep everyone in character and give everyone a distinctive voice when trying to keep up with so many people.

Attention is given to situations that were mostly glossed over without consequence in the actual show, like the students who came from abusive households. My favorite characters, Nagisa and the younger Asano, get a good amount of attention.

The only negative of this fic is how long it is. Over 700,000 words. It takes some serious reading time, but it’s worth it. Trust me. But once you start, you might not want to stop. Make sure you have the time to dedicate to it.

Lucifer Reacts to Supernatural by SilverWolf7 (Lucifer/Supernatural) As much as I love Supernatural and wish I had more good recs for it, this is one of the best options I can offer in this category. I haven’t seen the show Lucifer yet (I’ve been meaning to), but it didn’t take away from my enjoyment of this fic. Seeing Lucifer’s love of Sam’s character and hearing him rage about many of the things in the show that frustrated me or he thought were inaccurate were giant highlights of this story. Warning: If you’re a Dean fan, you might get defensive about how much Lucifer bashes him (I live for it, but that’s me). One of the other characters that he’s watching it with even rage-quits on him for how much he was dissing her favorite character. If that doesn’t bother you, this might be the fic for you.

Watching You, Watching Me, Watching You by trippedandfellintopurgatory (Supernatural) This is one of the only good Supernatural watching-the-show fics I’ve found. So, of course, it only has 19 chapters, sits at 30,000 words, and has a slow updating schedule.

Blank Disc by TheFallenArchangel (Supernatural) Another of the few good Supernatural watch-the-show fics. This one hasn’t been updated since 2014 and has only seven chapters. Dean and Sam are teenagers, and their father and Bobby watch with them.

The Void by iAnneart (Yugioh: Duel Monster/ Yugioh Abridged) This fanfiction was one that I used to love, and I hate that it still hasn’t been updated and doesn’t look like it ever will be. The characters of Yugioh react to their own abridged series to hilarious effect. This fic was the entire reason I watched the Abridged Series by LittleKuribo - still one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen, and admittedly much better than the actual show. Another fanfiction is more popular and has them watch more episodes. But this fic was much better written with only ten chapters.

Under a Watchful Eye by my secret thoughts (Harry Potter) A story where the Harry Potter characters read the books. It focuses on Harry and Sirius. There is no actual recitation of the books (thank god), but it’s written well enough to tell what they’re reacting to. So far, this is the only reaction fic like this in the Harry Potter fandom I’ve liked. It takes place during their 5th-year, and the other characters are mostly Order of the Phoenix members.

Truth Revealed by Lucifer swift (Full Metal Alchemist) One of the first reaction fanfictions I ever read. It's been reuploaded on fanfiction.net. In this reaction series, the characters are forced to relive the pain they witness themselves having on screen. Any of you who have seen Full Metal Alchemist know that is leading to an agonizing time.

No such thing as a painless lesson by RoseJennison (My Hero Academia) The best My Hero Academia fanfiction that’s actually still going and might eventually catch up with the episodes…maybe. The characters in this are also forced to suffer the pain they see themselves experiencing onscreen. Think about all the times Midoriya breaks himself and imagine him having to feel all that again continuously.

In the Grasp of Schadenfreude by ThoughtSpinner (My Hero Academia) The parents and teachers/heroes watch the show and find out what's been going on with their children and at school. Needless to say, these parents have a lot of thoughts.

Reaction Ritual by PreshByPyre (Naruto) This is only six chapters, but I hope the author returns to it. It’s a good idea, and well-written Naruto reaction fics are rare.

A number of fragments by eliscool (Naruto) Exactly what the title suggests. Instead of watching Naruto episode by episode, the characters are watching random fragments of the show and have to try and put together what’s happening. This occurs when Naruto and the kids are still in the Academy - but before Itachi commits the massacre.

Old stories, new discoveries by Daniablazin (Discontinued) (Miraculous Ladybug) This is my favorite Miraculous Ladybug reaction fiction. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go past the first season. It’s been discontinued because the author said they didn’t like where the show was going. A real shame. The writing on this was amazing, and it had serious potential.

What are our children up to? by o0Lithium0o (Teen Wolf) The parents of Teen Wolf from earlier in the timeline get to see what their children are up to and their future. The kids aren't actually in the room with them. Probably for the best. They are so grounded for the foreseeable future once they all get back.

As Above is Below by kswriter (Shadowhunter Series)The characters of the Shadowhunter series (pretty much all of them) sit down to read the books. This goes by the book canon, not the show canon. I mainly love this series for the Mangus and Alec content. This is the only reaction fic I've seen with these characters.

Reaction: Six of Crows by error_404_gender_not_found (Six of Crows) Characters from Six of Crows and Shadow and Bone reading the Six of Crows books. This ignores the TV show canon.

Honorable Mentions: 1.Watching Hunter x Hunter by catnip_riceball 2.HxH watches Hunter x Hunter by bb_bubblepopb33 3.I Have Regrets, but this Just Might be the Worst of Them Series by by IzuochaRay (My Hero Academia) 4.Cheat code central by orphan_account (My Hero Academia)(Villains react to the show) 5. Mansion Of Time: Watching Season 1 by Perez_K (My Hero Academia) 6. Watching as Hope is Lost by GeorgeFredSlytherin (Code Geass) 7. The Trials and Tribulations of Spider-Man, the People's Hero by ironfidus (Marvel/Spiderman) 8. Glee meets Glee By: babeitscoldoutside (Glee) 9. when the teacup shatters by SolusMormont (Hannibal)

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