#the threat of casting small your dick always works with adam

[wazzi2ya]

Alastor: Your Majesty(derogatory)!, I think I saw you and the princess doing some magic earlier?

Lucifer: Oh, yeah. We can throw some spells around. For example, I can small your dick!

Alastor: Oh? Interesting! Please go ahead!

Lucifer: ...I can small your cane!

Alastor: WAIT NO—

[alma-berry]

Kit’s Secret Fire Message # 18

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Ty was never scared of the dark. He was a Shadowhunter, and as much as he saw himself as different from his kind in many ways, this was not one of them. Nonetheless, there was something eerie in the darkness of the Chislehurst Caves. It was complete, as if the walls themselves sucked every bit of light into them, leaving a blackness so profound Ty felt it seep into his bones.

The Caves weren’t actually caves, Ty knew. They were a set of incredibly long man-made tunnels, though they were so ancient no one really knew when exactly they were made. During the mundane World War II they were used as an air-raid shelter, and for a time, as a sort of city, populating up to fifty thousand people in the clammy, suffocating corridors and wide breaches of stone clearings.

Nowadays it was used as a popular tourist attraction, at least that’s what the internet told Ty who liked the mystery behind the caves far more than its known facts. At the moment, though, the caves were apparently closed for their yearly maintenance. Kit had stated that this sounded like “Utter rubbish” and that there was “no way in hell a place like that will lose a working day just to brush off some skulls or whatever”. Ty had agreed with him, though he doubted there were skulls in the caves.

As soon as they went underground, the faint, sweetly-sickening smell of demons filled the air. Kit tensed and drew a piece of paper from his pocket.

“Fire message” he whispered, and Ty understood. This was the right place, and there was no point in wasting time. The others will have a hard enough time to find them in this labyrinth, and they might as well give them as much of an early start as they could.

As they walked along the narrow passages, Ty looked at the odd shapes his witchlight casted on the walls. They revealed strange, face-like sculptures carved into the hard stone. He turned to tell so to Kit, and bumped right into him. There was hardly any room to walk side by side in these hallways, and Kit, who slammed his head right into Ty’s collarbones, reached a hand to rub his forehead, still far too close to Ty, or rather, not close enough. Ty casted that thought aside, it was probably not a good idea to dwell on Kit’s nearness at this moment.

As he moved his gaze from his face, it rested on his hand which was holding a witchlight. Ty’s stomach twitched with a jolt of familiarity.

“It’s the witchlight I gave you,” he whispered and grabbed Kit’s wrist with his hand. The second their hands touched, the witchlight flared brighter, making Kit blink in confusion.

“Yeah..” he answered and slowly pulled his hand away from Ty’s, an almost pained, regretful expression on his golden face.

“Why?” Ty could feel the flow of questions fighting to burst out of him, but he kept them under a tight leash, like his father failed to do with his fluttering hands when he was little.

Something softened in Kit’s posture as he looked up at Ty, and his voice was a feather on his skin as he answered “Because you gave it to me.”

They remained silence for a while after that, and Ty found that he enjoyed the silence. It gave him the opportunity to study Kit’s breathing and let his mind wander to earlier that day.

After they left Adam and Carl in their location, which was a large, inactive pumping station right across West Norwood Cemetery, they spent the remaining time in a slightly different silence.

The radio was on, and at a certain point Kit started singing along to a song Ty didn’t know, his hands sliding expertly on the warn leather of the wheel while his thumb drummed lightly to the rhythm of the song.

His voice was raspy, deeper than his speaking voice. He sang absentmindedly, like it was something he usually did, and Ty burned to ask him if it was so, but didn’t want him to stop singing. It was another revelation, another part of Kit that was presented to him as if they just met. Ty closed his eyes and let Kit’s voice find its way under his skin, flood his veins and up the stream of his thoughts, right into his heart. It grounded him.

Ty lifted his witchlight into the bleakness of the cave and wished Kit would start singing again. It wasn’t a rational wish, not in the middle of an underground maze of potentially dangerous tunnels with the angel knows how many demons lurking in it.. but Ty felt almost as if he needed it.

So when Kit spoke next, Ty was startled.

“Ty,” His voice sounded strained, as if suppressing an emotion Ty couldn’t see.

“How many miles did you say these caves has?”

“Why? Are you getting tired?”

Ty turned to look at him as they entered a large circular space, where in it’s end the path split in two. He quickly scanned him but saw no sign of anything but tensed concern.

“No, it’s not that.. but if it’s taking us so long to find the kids, Adam and pickle-dick could wander this place for hours. Plus, these mannequins they got scattered all around here are giving me the creeps.” He rubbed his arms like he was cold and scowled towards a small mannequin that looked like a little girl wearing a chequered patterned dress, a dark brown wig and held some sort of ragged looking stuffed cat. None of it interested Ty.

“Pickle-dick?” He stared at him with wry amusement.

“Yeah,” Kit grinned, and his face lit up like he swallowed his witchlight.

“You know, boney face, looks like a pickle.. usually referred to as Carl, or probably just ‘him’ by his poor mother.”

“I actually met his mother once. She did seem rather put off by him” Ty mused.

Kit chuckled as they passed by another intricate looking carving on a wall.

“You know,” he whispered as he looked at the tangled stone tentacles that wound in the centre of the carving, surrounded by demonic creatures and human ghosts.

“This place is actually quite perfect for the demon’s purposes.. it’s said it was once used for human sacrifices.”

Ty stared at him in confusion.

“It’s said? Who said it?”

“Umm, the internet, several articles I read and one very, very old YouTube video. I wouldn’t recommend it, unless you like poor video and sound quality.”

“You researched this place before we came?” Ty couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah.. you did too, right?”

“I did,” Ty admitted. “Though I didn’t watch that YouTube video..”

He gave Kit a sideways smile and walked through the left path of the intersection.

“Something still bothers me about this whole abdication thing” Ty confessed.

“I don’t see how a group of Moloch demons could take so many children without harming them or raising some kind of alarm.. I know they can’t be seen, but the children were taken in such a clean manner, with no hint of a fight or any bloodshed. I don’t see how they could’ve done it alone.”

Kit didn’t look at him, but his hands hovered around his weapons belt, as if sensing an approaching danger.

After a moment, Ty felt it as well.

His natural enhanced hearing, combined with the rune he drew on himself before they left the institute allowed him to hear better than the average human being. What he heard right now sounded like the breathing of a really loud person, or several really quiet ones.

He and Kit exchanged a startled look, and simultaneously drew out their seraph blades.

“Nakir” Ty murmured, and entered a small sort of room that had four makeshift wooden bunk beds placed in the centre of it. He assumed they were a part of the historical artefacts that were displayed all through the tunnels. They also looked as if they were about to break at any second, a fact that wouldn’t have bother him if there weren’t fourteen sleeping kids sprawled all over them.

Ty immediately looked at Kit, his face as hard as marble, illuminated by the soft glow of his seraph blade. He made an almost imperceptible nod to the left, which Ty understood. They started surrounding the beds, looking for either a threat or an accomplice. They nearly finished a full circle when a small voice came from one of the beds.

“Who are you?” Croaked a pale, worried looking child that lay with his knees lifted up to his chin.

Ty lowered his blade and took a step back, not wanting to frighten the child. He expected, and rather hoped Kit would intervene. He had a warmth about him, an open friendliness Ty felt like he lacked himself. He would surely make the child feel more comfortable and trusting, whereas Ty didn’t manage strangers all that well. But Kit didn’t say a word, he didn’t even lower his blade. Ty couldn’t understand why, he acted as if the child was a threat to him.. but he had no time to waste on Kit’s puzzling behaviour. He faced the child again, and tried to speak in a soft, reassuring voice he always associated with Julian.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispered to the boy, looking straight into his dark, guarded eyes. “We’re here to help you. We want to take you all back to your families.”

The boy sat up on the creaking bed, taking great care not to wake the other children beside him. To his right lay a girl, her hair a tangle mess of dirty blonde curls. She was holding a filthy blanket that was probably pink once, and now was just a faded grey rag.

“Are you with them? With the monsters?”

The little boy asked, and Ty’s heart clenched as he saw how thin and frail he looked.

“No, we’re not. We’re here to save you from them. Would you help us?”

The boy just looked at him for a long moment, in which Ty wondered whether he said the right thing, or said it the right way. Kit’s silence still bothered him, but he forced himself to hold the boy’s gaze until he was convinced they were there to help him.

Finally, he nodded, and leaped from the bed unto the dusted floor.

“Can you tell us where they are? The monsters? Are they nearby?”

The boy shook his head, “No. They brought us here a few days ago and left. We tried to look for a way out but everything looks the same. One boy ran away to look for help but he never came back. There is only dark all the time.”

Ty heard Kit take a step towards them and relaxed minutely, good, he thought. Kit will know what to say to him.

But when Kit spoke, his voice wasn’t kind or reassuring. If Ty didn’t know better, he would have thought Kit sounded suspicious, but it made no sense to him.

“How did they bring you here? Was it someone in particular? The monsters?”

“Kit!” Ty hissed. The boy looked at Kit, a frightened expression on his small face, and Ty didn’t blame him.. there was a coldness to Kit voice. How could he demand answers from a boy who was obviously terrified, living what was probably his worst nightmare?

“I.. I don’t remember. It was all dark and when I woke up again I was here. One girl had a small toy that made lights so we could see a little of where we were, but the light stopped working and it was only dark again.” The boy spoke in a fast sort of panic, his words tumbling over each other, and Ty’s heart went out to him. How could Kit not see how frightened he was?

“It’s alright, we trust you.” He gave the boy a small smile and took a step towards him. The boy tensed, but didn’t move away from him.

“Could you help us wake up the other children? We need to do it very quickly and quietly.. so we wouldn’t be overheard.”

The boy nodded and turned towards one of the beds.

Ty went to Kit and whispered so the boy wouldn’t hear him.

“What’s wrong? Why are you acting like this? He’s just a boy.”

But Kit didn’t look at him, his fathomless blue eyes were still fixed on the boy’s back.

“I don’t know, Ty.. something’s wrong with-“

“Kit, he’s a little boy, like my brother, like your sister.”

With that, Kit’s eyes lifted to meet his. Ty didn’t linger on them, he tried to take in the entirety of his reaction, but the vulnerability was sudden and plain on his face. He must love her, his sister. Ty understood that more than anything else, and his anger at Kit’s behaviour was gone.

“Yeah.. you’re right.” His voice was low but clear. He took a step back from Ty and went to face the boy in the bed.

“I’m just going to check that there really isn’t anyone around, okay?” He spoke directly to him, and if sensing the boy’s anxiety, he took the witchlight from his pocket and waved it.

“Don’t worry Kid, I have my special light with me.” Kit smiled at him, his open, honest smile, the one that tasted like hot chocolate on a wintery day.

“Do you wanna hold it?” He offered the hand that held the luminous stone, but the boy only shook his head, almost in a panic. Ty thought he’d seen true fear in his eyes, but it was probably just from the strangeness of the situation. Mundane children didn’t know what witchlight was, and this poor child must have already seen his share of magic to be startled by a simple matter of a glowing stone.

“No? Don’t worry about it. I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Kit left, Ty turned to the boy who was still rummaging the ragged pieces of fabric on the bed.

“Let’s start waking them up, okay?” The boy nodded and half turned to Ty, his right hand still clutching the dirty sheets.

“You wake them and I’ll wake them” he pointed at the other bed, and then at his.

“Okay,” Ty whispered. “But remember to be quiet.”

Something flickered at the boy’s eyes, a flash of brightness in the almost complete blackness of their surface. Ty feared the boy was crying, but as he lifted his face to look at the upper bunk of the bed, his eyes were dry and dark as they were a second ago.

Ty sighed in relief and turned towards the second bed. It had four children huddled on the base of it, two of them clutching each other’s hands as if for dear life. Ty examined their faces more closely; they were a boy and a girl, both with short brown hair and delicate, almost porcelain-like features. Their cheeks were puffed with the softness of infancy, round and blotched with the remains of tears and dirt. With an ache he knew far too well, he realised they were twins.

His hands flew to his neck, where usually the chord of his earphones would have been, but of course, he didn’t take them with him.. but Livvy’s pendant was there, and Kit’s. He traced his fingers over the etchings and felt its coldness right down at his heart.

The memories were always there, it wasn’t as if they suddenly fell back upon him. The loss he had suffered was not something that he could ever forget, and even though Livvy was still with him, the sight of the twins tiny hands in one another’s hurt like it did in those blurred, dark days before he brought Livvy’s ghost back, when it was only him. Him, the bleeding hollowness in his chest, and the warm firmness of Kit’s hand on his.

He reached out to touch the sleeping siblings, wanting to wake them, wondering if their eyes also had the blue-green colour his sister had, has, when a small shadow fell on him from behind.

Ty started to turn, half expecting to see Livvy by his side, when he realised two things. The first was that Livvy had no shadow anymore - she was a ghost. The second was that the room was utterly silent. He didn’t hear even a the faintest whisper of a name, no rustle of clothes or small feet hitting the ground. It was as if the entire room had stopped breathing.

With a sinking feeling in his chest, he turned to see the small figure of the boy, a bloody longsword in his small hand, his eyes an opaque white, clear of any pupil.

Only shock explained the slowness of his movement, the dull refusal of his hands to take any sort of weapon, to defend himself in any sort of way.

By the time Ty’s hands found their way to his seraph blade, the boy’s hands already swung the blade with a force that didn’t match his small figure, ready to lay down the blow.

Ty wanted to throw himself onto the sleeping children on the bed, but before he could make a move, a flash of white erupted from the boy’s small ribcage. With a violent twitch of his slim body, the boy fell to his knees, the longsword still clutched in his hand, and by the time he hit the floor, the only thing that had remained of him was a pile of coal black ash, and the silvery glint of the sword.

Ty lifted his gaze from the ashes, shaken down to his core, and met Kit’s eyes. They were blazing like a lightning storm, and Ty let himself get caught in them, in the fierce illumination that was Kit. He felt his knees buckle under him, but Kit was there in an instant, holding him up.

He held him, strong and solid like iron. In that moment, Ty felt like he was fifteen again, lost in the abyss of his own desperate pain, with Kit being the only person tethering him to the ground.

It took a while until he realised Kit was talking to him, no, not talking to him. He was whispering his name. As if Ty needed to hear it, to remember it, and who he was.

“I’m so sorry, Ty.. I’m so sorry.”

Ty found his voice, but it sounded as if it came from the bottom of a well.

“Why are you sorry?”

Kit didn’t look at him, he only stared at the scattering ashes at his feet like they were his damnation.

He whispered a single word, the only word there ever was.

“Livvy”.

Ty understood. He had seen his sister on the edge of the dais, the jagged remains of the mortal sword blooming red from her chest like a poisonous crown of roses.

He tightened his hold on Kit, willing him to look away from the memory, from what he thought he saw in the black nothingness of the past.

“How did you know? How did you know he was an Eidolon demon?”

Kit looked away from the floor and moved as if to untangle himself from Ty, but Ty only tighten his hold on him.

“I’m not sure.. It was what you said right before we found him.. and,” Kit whispered, a dazed expression unravelling on his face. “And I think I could feel it.”  

Ty was stared at him with confusion.

“But.. how?” He whispered at Kit’s flushed cheek. “We’re Shadowhunters, we don’t have that sort of power.”

Kit didn’t answer, or look back at Ty. After several moments of silence, he only shook his head.

Ty couldn’t tell if it was to indicate that he agreed with Ty, that Shadowhunters indeed didn’t have any way of sensing demonic activity without the help of a sensor or some other enchanted device, or whether he was telling Ty that he wasn’t going to tell him anything else.

Ty considered the two options, as he had in the past few days.

Kit had a secret, a big, probably dangerous one. Ty had already tried to find out what it was, to follow him like he was just another case on his list, another way to show his abilities, his cleverness. But this was Kit, not some nameless number he had to file into his notes when he was done with it.. and as he looked up at him, at the beautiful man that was holding him, his eyes closed, the sharp lines of his cheekbones casting shadows over the arched bow of his lip, Ty knew he had already made his choice, and that it was the right one.

He chose Kit, not the secrets that he was hiding.

Ty took a slow, deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of Kit, and let himself have that moment, however long it may be. That moment with Kit, safe and present, and the shattering sound of their hearts, beating in unison like a steady flame, burning away the darkness.

[huntertales]

Part Four: Home Is Where The Heart Is. (Everybody Hates Hitler S08E13)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader investigate the death of a Rabbi who spontaneously combusted. The case becomes ever more confusing when they learn that the Rabbi was researching Nazi Necromancers. The trio are attacked by a Golem who turns out to belong to the Rabbi’s grandson, Aaron. The key to the case lies with the Golem but Aaron doesn’t know how to control him, which leaves everyone in danger. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2,993.

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You didn’t have much of a choice other than to do what the enemy wanted, unless you preferred the other option they thought was going to come after obtaining what they were here for in the first place. You kept your hands up in the air and slowly sat yourself down on the floor while Sam was dragged a foot away so he was leaning against the wall before sliding himself down on the ground. The attention was taken off you for a moment, giving you a small window of opportunity to try and do something, but you feared it was a little stupid to take on three men at once. So you waited for your next chance to take these sons of bitches down before they could do anything stupid that might get all of you hurt.

You and Sam spent over an hour trying to figure out how to control the golem to help Aaron out in controlling him. But there was too much lore out there to figure it out. Erasing non existent words off his forehead was just a myth, and you had your doubts on the scroll lore. It seemed that one was true from what you witnessed. You just needed to know what to say in order to get the golem to do what you wanted. And Eckhart knew exactly how to.

"I command you by the covenant of your makers—clay of Adam, surrender your bond unto me." A scroll, no bigger than the size of his pinky, fell out of the golem's mouth and into Eckhart's palm. He took it upon himself to untie the little white thread around the scroll. The man who had been standing next to Aaron grabbed him by his shirt and pushed him forward. Eckhart examined it for a moment before he chuckled to himself at the foolish mistake the younger man had made. "So you are the golem's rabbi? You woke him...but you didn't take possession of him. You write your name on the scroll, boy. That's how you...yifalchunbee.”

Aaron nervously swallowed at the pediment he was in, unsure of what the right thing to do was that didn’t end up with him dead. "I didn't know what he meant.”

"Knowledge is power, right?" Eckhart said. He thought the smart thing to do was to backhand Aaron right across the cheek, making the man stumble to the ground. You felt yourself slowly becoming overwhelmed with anger at what was going on. While Eckhart decided to take a seat and make himself comfortable, he nodded his head for one of his men to start searching through the place to find his precious book. “Now, which of you is going to tell me where I can find the a certain red ledger?”

"How about you go screw yourself, you Nazi bastard." Sam decided to lend the man a nice little insult, knowing there was no way he was going to let them back it back so easily.

“Can we…” Eckhart frowned slightly at the title he didn’t like hearing after the name had lost its meaning and purpose after so many decades. He slipped off his leather gloves and put them into his pocket for safekeeping, you noticed he was wearing a ring on his left hand. If you had to guess, it was apart of the Thule society.  “Could we put the Nazi thing aside for the moment and just talk about this like—”

"Nazi necromancer dicks? Pass." Dean said, the man chuckled quietly at the insult.

“So I take it you’re the commandant?” You asked. From your tone of voice and glare alone, it was clear to see you didn’t think very highly of the man you read about in the red ledger he was trying so hard to look for. "The one that authorized all those horrible experiments.”

"Invented.” Eckhart corrected you. He didn't find your glare the least bit threatening when he smiled, almost making it seem like you were complimenting him.He didn't find your glare or harsh words the least bit hurtful, for his ego was too big for anyone to shatter. You found yourself shaking your head in disgust when he smiled, almost making it out to seem like you were complimenting him. "Those experiments. Thank you."

“Du bist nicht willkommen.*" You replied, your lips stretching into a forced smile. While one of his goons was tearing the place apart to find their special book, you noticed the gun peeking out of Dean's jacket that was conveniently not too far away from him. And not to mention the shotgun lying not too far from Aaron. If you distracted Eckhart long enough, maybe there was a chance all of you could get out here alive. "You sick bastard.”

*You’re not welcome.

“Ah. Du sprichst Deutsch?” Eckhart asked you, speaking in his native tongue. You nodded your head slowly, knowing it was the reason why you knew about his experiments in the first place. Dean took his opportunity to look at Aaron and point his attention to the shotgun not too far from where he was sitting on the ground. The man had his perfect opportunity to grab it, but it was Aaron's nerves that made him shake his head no. "Funny. Someone who looks down upon us knows our language.”

*Ah. You speak German?

“The country isn’t a reflection for your disgusting way of thinking. And I always wanted to tell one of you to go ‘screw yourself’ in your native tongue. So, what your deal? I mean, you’re not... undead. What did you do?” You curiously asked him. “You cast a forever twenty-one spell on yourself? Like your little friend at the library?"

"His name was Torvald." Eckhart said. "And you will suffer for that."

“Sort of like how your friend did?” You taunted him, a smirk spreading across your lips.

You weren’t the least bit scared of his threat, knowing if his attempts were anything like his friends, it was going to end with him suffering. You found your head turning slightly to the side when you noticed one of the men discovered the red ledger hiding underneath the bag, a hiding spot that was the last minute place to think of on such short notice. You felt a curse word or two slip underneath your mouth when it was delivered to Eckhart, making things go in the wrong direction.

“You know, I got to say, spell or no spell, he broke easy, so...” Dean said, doing everything in his power to get under the Nazi’s skin.

Eckhart paid no attention to what the older Winchester said, his focus kept on the book that he had searched high and low for. He flipped through a few pages to make sure it was the exact one he lost. “I'm sorry. So…Let me tell you what I see. A magic Jew at my feet, not a master in sight, and, finally, our secrets secret once again. Which reminds me of a story.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance from how he was still talking. He pushed himself out of his chair to stand up for a moment. “‘A Jew, two gentiles, a lady and a Golem walk into a bar’—and it doesn't end with them coming out.” It seemed he gotten the story mixed up where it ended with all the Nazi necromancers dead by three hunters and a rabbi. You made your move when Aaron grabbed one of the legs from the table the golem had broke, taking Eckhart by surprise and knocking him on the back of the head. You went diving for the gun while Sam fought off the one after he saw what you were doing. Before the Nazi could pull the trigger, you pointed the loaded weapon at him, shooting him straight between the eyes to put him down. Dean seemed to have gotten the same idea as you when he reached for his own gun and shot at the other Nazi. Both of the men dropped to the ground, leaving Eckhart all by his lonesome when the other one of his goons attempted to grab Aaron and run, but got cold feet at the sight of two loaded weapons pointing at him. You might have let him run off, you knew well enough his days were numbered. You moved your gun to the last remaining Nazi and gave him another smirk, finding it amusing at how worked up he was getting, knowing the tables had turned on him.

"Fools!" He shouted. "You can kill me. But you will never kill all the Thule."  

You weren't the least bit threatened by his words, because they would be the last he'd ever speak. You shot off another round, putting a bullet in his head, watching as his body drop to the chair he previously had been occupying. While you knew he was right about not being able to take one down hate group today, you felt good wiping out the ones who messed with you, making the group smaller. Every little bit helped. While there is evil out in the world that takes on many forms, it was people like you that put them where they belonged, making everyone just a little safer for everyone.

+ + +

Everything was once somewhat calm in the world again; a handful of Nazi necromancers were dead and rightfully burning in hell where the belonged. Aaron was finally understanding what he needed to do in order to live the legacy his grandfather told him about. All of you headed back into the very trashed motel Aaron had been renting for the meantime, the golem continued to stand where it was since you left him a few hours ago to finish up loose ends, waiting for the man to yifalchunbee. “Well, now we know—paper beats Golem, fire beats undead Nazi zombie freaks.” Dean said, his humor made a small smile and a chuckle escape your throat. A sense of relief came over you, along with accomplishment at what all of you did. You had a feeling Henry and your father would have been proud of all of you for what you did today. “So...What do you say, Aaron?” Sam asked the man, getting down to the giant in the room. Now the Nazis were out of the way, all of you had to worry about the golem that had reeked havoc on Aaron’s life. “I mean, we got a place we can keep him.” “No. I mean... Eckhart might be dead, but you heard him. The Thule are still out there... hidden, active.” Aaron pulled out the small scroll from his pocket, unrolling it just enough to see his grandfather’s last name on the paper. Soon his own would join the legacy. “That's my grandfather. He left me something important. Something only I can do.” Aaron took a pen out from his pocket and wrote down his name on the paper before putting it back into the golem’s mouth like he should have done in the first place. You watched as the golem inhaled a deep breath, coming back to life as he straightened out his shoulders and looked at the man in front of him. “It looks like I'm the Judah Initiative now.” The first word that came out of the golem’s mouth was the infamous yifalchunbee—take charge in Hebrew—that Aaron had grown to think was a bad thing. But when the golem said it this time, it was in respect, Aaron had done exactly what he needed to do. You felt a smile spread across your lips at how everything turned out. Maybe legacies weren’t such a bad thing after all. + + +

You and the boys were back at the bunker by the next morning, and after a hot shower followed by a long nap, you made your way to the library had grown to feel like it was the heart of this place. Somewhere you and the boys were going to be spending a lot of your time in. You made your way to the record player when Sam said he wouldn't mind some music as background noise while he worked and put on a Louis Armstrong record, letting his voice echo through the bunker. Soon enough you joined him at the table, wondering what he had been working on and the things he discovered while doing his own search.

Dean found you and his brother talking among yourselves, you were leaning over the table with your elbow perched up and your palm cradling your head. A look of complete concentration was on your face while you listened to his brother going on about something. Sam had his head down, writing something on a pad of paper, every so often you glanced down to see what it was. Dean found the sight, with the old timey music playing in the background, almost picturesque. The sight gave off an ambience he couldn't quite understand. It gave off...comfort. Content. Relaxed after a long day, happy to be home.

"What're you and Y/N doing?" Dean curiously asked. His voice made you look over to see that it was him. You greeted him with a warm smile before directing your attention back to the younger Winchester.

"Ordering. I'm making a card entry for our copies from the Thule's red ledger for our collection." Sam explained to his brother what you and him had been doing. "And Y/N wanted to know how the filing system works, so I've been going through it with her.”

“It’s very riveting stuff." You might have sounded sarcastic, but in all honesty, you were learning a lot about how the Men of Letters worked. "I mean, the things that found during the time of being active...I can't wait to discover it all. See what else we can learn and add on."

Dean grabbed two beers from the mini fridge, but he found himself feeling like it wasn't right for this moment. He put them back when he remembered there was a scotch he discovered in the kitchen that was dated, but like most things, they got better with age. "So, uh, what? Aaron's a J.I. and you're a Man of Letters now, Sammy? And Y/N, possibly becoming the first Woman of Letters?"

“Hey, it’s the twenty first century.” You said. “Women can do anything men can.”

Dean chuckled to himself at your quick wit, knowing it was something he loved about you. He made his way over a small table to fix himself and two crystal glasses of scotch he'd been eager to try. Dean looked around the place for a moment to really look at the interior; taking in the endless books to hallways of rooms that he was still discovering. A few weeks ago he was a little hesitant about letting himself get used to the idea that this place could be good, because it wasn’t in his nature to settle down so easily, that something good might happen for him.

Dean had a thing about not letting himself get comfortable in just one spot. No home felt safe enough, no woman he loved felt like they would be able to really hold him for long and the insecurities that came with him. And his family slipped away from him too many times to count. Why get comfortable with something temporarily if it only was going to end in misery? Because not everything bad lasts forever. You taught him that.

Here Dean was at thirty-something, his baby brother with the love of his life sitting at one table, in a bunker that kept out everything they hunted. A wicked sweet pad that he had fell in love with and never wanted to leave. Dean grabbed three glasses and made his way over to the table to set two down, one for you and his brother, the other was for himself. You and Sam looked up to see him smiling down at the both of you. He mumbled a good—about the fact that you were warming up to the idea of starting something new in your lives. This wasn't a new chapter, no. This was a brand new book. A new journey all of you were about to embark on.

Sam grabbed his own when his brother took a seat at the other table, giving him some room to kick up his feet and sit back. You found yourself reaching for your drink when you saw both of them about to take a sip. Before they could, you raise your glass in the air, wanting to be a bit cheesy. "To us—the Winchester and Y/L/N, the new generation of the Women and Men of Letters.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Dean said. You smiled to yourself as you put the glass back down on the table, silently adding to your toast about the future generation to come. The man also had something else to say that took you a bit by surprise. “Maybe in the future it’ll just change to the Winchesters.”

You knew well enough what the older man was trying to say. The both of you had talked about marriage once or twice, knowing it was something you wanted to do when things calmed down. Yet he hadn't exactly popped the question just yet. Maybe he would in the near future. You weren't in a rush, but you felt overcome with a sense of happiness at the fact he was still thinking about it.

You looked over at the man, your lips stretching into a bashful sort of smile when he winked at you. You had been with him for almost five years now and he still made your stomach fill with butterflies. You leaned back in your seat and stared at the two men in front of you, three words drifting into your mind that felt right to end with. Home sweet home.

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Instructions: Always repost with the rules, answer the 11 random questions left for you and leave 11 more for the people you tag! I was tagged by: @lokitheliesmith my sweet friend <3

1. What was your favourite subject in school?  Of my standard subjects, I really enjoyed literature and history. And specifically 7th grade biology. Of my Gifted classes, I loved independent study, where I got to study medieval jousting, calligraphy, and various poisons throughout the ages. My Teacher/Mentor in that class was a novelist and a medieval enthusiast with a rather twisted sense of humour and she had a great deal of influence over me, clearly.

2. How are you, really?

Answering this would dispel the illusion, so respectfully and with affection, I decline to answer it.

3. Would you rather fight one (1) Horse-sized duck, or one hundred (100) duck-sized horses? (show your work?)

1 horse sized duck; 

A duck, regardless of its size, has a 30 foot speed and hollow bones and little flappy feet.  One hundred duck size horses would still be a threat because of volume and the fact that they get trample, overrun, ride-by attack, and biting as a bonus action. 

So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of Matt Mercer...

4. On a scale of 1-10, how much of a dick is your current boss/academic advisor/principal/authority figure?

Funny enough, our head librarian at the district is a woman named Beth. She is absolutely amaze-balls and I am SO lucky to work for her. She always remembers everyone’s birthdays, she always stops by once a week to help us out, she’s very understanding when something comes up and she was a pre-school teacher for many years. in the ten years I’ve worked for the district, I’ve only had one moment where I questioned her authority.

So on that scale, I’d have to say she’s 1. Least dick of all.

5. What is the best and worst thing about your job?

The best part of my job is I work 3 days a week, surrounded by quiet, classical music, and all the books I want. I get to shelve them, repair them, introduce new readers to authors they might enjoy the rest of their lives, give advice, drink coffee and know things. The worst part of my job? Teachers, children, and no tumblr. 6. What invention would you delete from existence? Shoes. 7. What is the best prank you’ve ever pulled?

I don’t really do pranks...I am just a witness of the jackassery that occurs around me. Sorry to disappoint. But ask me about the Lasagne Incident, sometime. 8. What has been your proudest moment in the last six months? (small victories count!) I have cut back on my coffee intake {although my writing took a hit because of it so is that really a win?!}. And I have also not yet murdered any teacher or student as of this current moment, and it’s the beginning of the year when people are exceptionally stupid.

9. What’s your favourite curseword/swear? If you don’t swear, what do you say instead?

1. Fucktard 2. Cockwaffle 3. Fiddlefuck

10. What game is your favourite?

Pathfinder.

11. What would you do with one of these?

I switch it to mayonnaise, hand it to the barbarian, and cast dimension door on myself. When I came out of the portal, I’d cast expeditious retreat and keep going.

My questions for you:

1. Why are you awake right this very minute? 2. What was the last thing you cooked that you were proud of? 3. If you found out that the world was an illusion, and that you could escape into a new one but didn’t know what kind of world it was, would you stay or go? {Show your work} 4. What have you got in your pocketses? 5. If the singularity occurred and no one ever needed to work again, but you still had to do something for prestige/interest, what would you choose to do? 6. If you could swap places with your muse for a day, would you? And why? 7. When was the last time you sat down and *talked* with another person? 8. What are the top three apps on your phone? 9. Would you rather receive accidental naked pics from: Adam Sandler, Jack Black, or your mom? 10. What word would you banish from ever being spoken/written again? 11. What is your current real life news source?

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[an-avid-reader]

Shadows (Lux 0.5) - Jennifer L. Armentrout

my rating: 3/5 stars

After losing her father, Katy and her mom move across the country to West Virginia. With her luck, Katy’s new neighbour is pleasing to the eyes…maybe even abnormally so. But that’s not all, this town has its secrets–maybe that’s just how small towns are. Little does Katy know that her new neighbours Daemon and Dee are more than they appear to be. As Katy is swept into Daemon and Dee’s lives, she quickly learns that they are aliens; as she spends more time with them, Katy has an aura which makes her a target to other aliens. Paradoxically, Katy must be protected by the twins while also losing the aura before she gets killed

In this prequel, we follow Dawson and Bethany's story as opposed to Katy's story. The book alters between their perspectives, as well as some of the other characters from the series.

As I've already read the lux series, I am giving you a warning that there are spoilers in this review (both regarding the series and the prequel itself). My overall vibe of this novel is a deja vu to Obsidian but with two different main characters and everything happens in a shorter amount of time (the book is only ~160 pages total).

Link to Goodreads || Spoilers in review

Alright, so I’m going to be completely honest, during the first half of the book or so, I thought that this prequel wasn’t really necessary as it feels very, very similar to Obsidian and in some ways, I feel like it actually spoils Obsidian. Essentially, there is less of an emphasis on the whole alien thing, which makes sense, because I feel like most people would read this after reading the main books (although it is a prequel). Nevertheless, we got the whole spew on Lux, the Luxen, but the Arum? They didn’t appear to be a huge part of the story. The actual plot was more about the romance and building Dawson and Bethany’s characters as well as their relationship together.

I appreciate how Bethany and Katy have very different personalities; their backgrounds are completely different, and they also reacted slightly differently to learning about the alien part of their significant others (I mean, they did both accept it and embraced it, but that’s besides my point). I feel like sometimes, having a large cast of characters, it can be difficult to distinguish the main characters--yes, they should be different but in order for the story to be semi realistic, there should be some flaws as well as strengths, their (living) situation should also be believable ya know . In this installment, we got to see both Dawson and Bethany’s strengths and weaknesses due to the way the book was written (I will touch more about this further on). As for Bethany’s character, she’s an artist, she likes to paint. I found that her creative outlet was less exposed than Katy’s interests, but given that the book is pretty short, I can understand why we didn’t go into too much detail for her work, school, etc. There was one part that boggled my mind though--so essentially, we know that Bethany’s uncle is diagnosed with an illness, which, at first we don’t know what it is. I was astonished when her reaction was “some sort of blood disease” shortly after we learn that he has chemo going for him. O.o ….girrrrrl…. Bethany’s innocence (??) is also present when she’s in gym class with Kimmy. I genuinely thought Bethany was going to buy the “oh Dawson’s a player” like come on, Dawson is literally the nicest guy/alien (him and Adam tbh). Alas, Bethany had that voice in her head telling her that Kimmy is wrong, and thank goodness for that. I know it wasn’t the main part of the story, but I do wish there was some more interaction between Bethany and her family, especially after she introduced Dawson to her family. Also, am I the only one who thought that her uncle was super suspicious?? When he was asking Bethany about Dawson and just casually brings up that Dawson is a strange boy (or something along those lines), I 100% overanalyzed the scene because...well...nothing ever happened with her uncle, but they way he brought it up seemed so off; I thought it was going to go further like “oh hey I’m part of the DOD”....Imagine if that ever happened….yikessss.

For Dawson, I felt like he was a puppy/golden retriever personality; right off the bat he seemed like such a nice guy (in contrast to Daemon awww). I definitely felt like Bethany/Dawson’s personalities clicked well--their relationship, though fast, felt as natural as it could’ve been given the length of the book; they went through the awkward phase and then the rest of the book is basically the honeymoon phase of a relationship. Dawson asking Bethany if he could kiss her = cute + pure. It’s not something I’ve come across in many books to be completely honest. At first I found that Dawson and Daemon were similar (for one, they are both absolutely obsessed with legs????), but over the course of the book, as we get to know more about Dawson, we learn that he has a great relationship with his sister, and he wears his heart on his sleeve. While Daemon aided Katy in small ways to make her aura slowly grow more and more, Dawson went full speed when he transitioned into his true form for the first time in front of Bethany; he then proceeded to do the same thing as Daemon (or I guess Daemon did the same thing as Dawson) regarding mending Bethany’s injuries and technically bringing her back to life. Dawson literally put his life in danger for Bethany, and made sure that she was safe and alive...do I need to go on?? Part of me wants to say that Dawson is such an underrated character lol.

Like I previously mentioned, it was really during the second half of the novel where we got to see Dawson and Bethany’s relationship blossom, and I think part of the reason was because of the way it was written. Armentrout managed to smoothly transition from one point of view to the other--this applies to when the perspective would change for the same scene (i.e. together, when they make out for the first time), to pushing the plot forwards (i.e. going home, living their lives separately). I want to say that Armentrout’s writing has improved due to how smooth these transitions were, but ultimately, I think she did a pretty good job in the other novels. Initially, I couldn’t really find a difference in her writing as the plots to Shadows and Obsidian have a lot of overlap (tbh, I wasn’t as addicted because it felt like deja vu). At the end of the day, I think it really came down to the characters. 

For the ones we already know, here are some of my brief thoughts:

Dee: her personality felt different depending on who’s perspective it was (I’m not sure if that was intentional or not). During the restaurant scene when Dee meets Bethany for the first time, Dee sort of scared me...I think that if I were in Beth’s shoes I would’ve been so confused.

Andrew/Ash: okay, that threat (especially right before everything went down), not cool y’all. I guess once a douche always a douche (that’s more for Andrew). I don’t really have much to say about Ash; there was some Daemon/Ashely romance sprinkled here and there but their relationship always seems iffy.

Adam: honestly, a sweetheart. I’m glad Dee ends up being a relationship with him. 

Matthew: he wasn’t really present in this book as much as Obsidian, but I guess that makes sense as there hasn’t been a situation yet. Also, I didn’t realize how many teachers at their high school were Luxen until Bethany mentioned that she got a lot of weird looks.

Daemon: I just love the irony when Daemon makes a pact with himself after learning about Bethany and Dawson’s deaths that he’ll never date a human. Just you wait my dude. You can definitely sense Daemon’s frustration and anger after the DOD announced that Dawon is dead--he is so determined to keep his family safe, but in doing so, he comes off as a dick to Katy.

The DOD: oh my god are these guys so suspicious from the gecko. “Dawson’s dead but there’s no body” like hello??? Daemon is right, humans are vague (“he’s gone”). It’s such a heartbreaking scene but they seem to not give a damn :// I feel you, Daemon, I feel ya.

Overall, I’m unsure about this book. Since the plot line is basically like Obsidian (even down to the climax, it’s an Arum attacking a Luxen, which isn’t much of a surprise). That being said, when Katy finally learns about Dawson/Bethany getting killed, it comes up frequently enough to spark an interest to learn more about their relationship (as well as to know more about them because they don’t have much of a spotlight). To be frank, I don’t regret reading this after already completing the Lux series--otherwise, I feel like I would’ve accidentally come across a spoiler. I think this is one of those prequels that’s best off to be read after the fact, or not at all as it doesn’t really add that much value to the story, but that’s just my opinion. 

If you’ve read this book/series, I’d love to hear your thoughts and opinions about it! Let’s chat, I’m curious =D

Thank you for reading my review, I hope you are having a sumptuous day, wherever you are in the world!

~ Cassandra / an-avid-reader

[barbariccia]

Liara: Dr Chakwas assures me I am going to be fine. Let us talk about you. Are you okay?

Shepard: What do you mean?

Liara: You need to take care of yourself, Commander. The crew relies on you for leadership. It can be a heavy burden.

Shepard: I’ve got broad shoulders.

Liara: I have no doubt about that. But can they carry the weight of an entire galaxy? If we don’t stop Saren-- no. Never mind.

this is just another peg in the “things mentioned once in the plot are now considered the Be All End All even though we haven’t exhausted all our options yet” board for me. like, i get it. the reapers are a salient threat and it’s a good thing shepard and their team went ahead and just did whatever the hell they felt like because without them they would have unwittingly seen the end of the galaxy, but we’re still relying on... visions and guesswork. a little less guesswork thanks to shiala’s wisdom imparted to us, admittedly, but guesswork nonetheless. ah, well, them’s the breaks.

wrex time.

Wrex: I’m a fighter. It’s what I do.

Shepard: Aren’t you at all worried about what will happen to the krogan?

Wrex: What the hell do you want me to do about it, Shepard? I’m tired of sticking my ass on the line and getting nothing for it.

Shepard: So you decided to go your own way.

Wrex: I decided killing for credits was better than killing for a lost cause. I’m no hero, Shepard. Bottom line: killing for credits simplifies things.

Shepard: You ever think about helping your people?

Wrex: I try not to. But there’s a lot of krogan mercs out there. I’m always running into them. Half the time I’m being paid to kill them. But that’s just part of the job. You don’t get to pick who your enemies are.

wrexxxxx god i love him, he’s a good boy with too much responsibility that he can’t help but be reminded of every times he sees someone that looks like him.

Shepard: I get the feeling you enjoy your work.

Wrex: Sure. You get to see the galaxy on someone else’s credits and most days end with a good fight. I’ve tried more organized fighting. Private armies and such. But it gets too messy. I fight best on my own. Or in very small groups. I don’t like people relying on me, and I bloody well don’t like relying on them.

Shepard: You must have family other than your father. Don’t you miss them?

Wrex: No. Now that I have my family’s armor again, there’s nothing left for me.

i cannot help but feel like wrex is painfully lonely and probably doesn’t even realise it, honestly. hell, he came from a clan that was doing good work, that was trying to make things better, and it all got taken away from him. he’s very much the classic “old world-weary warrior, sits in the bar and drinks top shelf stuff” except replace booze with guns and a staunch refusal to admit that maybe he was right doing what he was doing before.

down in engineering...

Tali: And after this is all over, when my Pilgrimage ends and I go back to my own people, I’ll be proud to say I was a part of it.

Shepard: Saren’s still got a couple more surprises waiting for us.

Tali: Yeah, I get that feeling, too. But i know you can handle whatever he throws at us. And I’ll be right here if you need my help.

steady on there, tali, i’ve only just done the first Big Plot Quest. with the way i’ve been dicking around i still have at least another 10 hours of gameplay left!

particularly salient to me is that out of the entire cast, tali is the one who brings up going home after this is all over the most. no one else does - not even wrex, who’s pretty adamant about doing jobs and then getting away to find the next one. team milky way’s in it for the long haul and have no choice in being let go, but even liara, who’s probably desperate to get away from the guns and back to digging up relics of times bygone, hasn’t mentioned what she wants to do after we’ve saved the world. only tali has that in mind - and at the forefront of her mind, eager to remind you over and over that her people are most important.

and honestly? good for her. don’t get tied down to something you deem less important than where you came from, if that’s where you want to return.